#tricolor sandwiches

[rasoirani]

Republic Day Special Dishes

The meals spread joy. Food serves as a more memorable depiction of Republic Day festivities than anything else. The tricolors of our flag will be memorably represented by food. Try the simple recipes below to commemorate this day.

[stitchthesewords]

I heard you were looking for an excuse to write drabbles/hj

uhhh just something with the mumscarian being soft

In exchange for a mumscarian vote I bring you fluffy s9 mumscarian! o7 keep em comin', our fight isnt over!

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There was something in the air at the entity as the three of them sat on the bridge one warm afternoon, enjoying lunch. It was warm, drifting and weaving through the three of them like a ribbon as Scar leaned over Mumbo, feeding him bites of sandwiches. Grian leaned back, the warmth circling around his head as he sipped on lemonade from Scarland.

From their place on the bridge, they could see all 3 bases, plus a few more. The flag of the Perimeter was barely visible in the fog, for example. Grian smiled fondly in the direction of the buttercups camp before turning back to Mumbo and Scar, laughing as Scar toppled off Mumbo’s lap to land beside him on the bridge instead.

“Be careful. We’re up kinda high, ya know,” Mumbo said, sitting up a bit to make sure Scar was alright. Scar’s grin had not broken on his face, and he used Mumbo leaning over him as an opportunity for a kiss. Mumbo’s ties always made for an amazing handhold.

“Worried about lil old me, darling?” Scar teased, Mumbo’s cheeks flushed a lovely color of pink as he right himself and pulled Scar upright too. Not to be forgotten about, Grian leaned forward over his legs with a pout.

“Mumbo gets kisses, and I don’t now? What is this – some sort of grand Anti-Grian conspiracy?” he asked. His tone was light, and his tricolor wings were spread out to either side of him, just catching the edges of the bridge.

“I’ll have you know I was coming to give you a kiss, mister!” Scar said, leaning forward onto his hand to place a kiss on Grian’s nose. That wasn’t good enough for the avian, who moved his head until their lips slotted together. It was nice, the warm breeze wrapped around their little picnic again as Scar parted ways.

“Well, that didn’t feel very ‘Anti-Grian’ to me, personally,” Scar said. He pushed his short hair back, his own face flushed. Grian didn’t know if it was from the kiss or the sun.

“Well - I still think there’s something going here – maybe Scarland needs a few dozen chickens so it can sort itself out.”

“Grian you wouldn’t dare-”

“Who, me? No – no, I wouldn’t, that’s more of a poultry man thing anyway.” He wore a grin on his face as Scar reached out to tug him closer. He ducked out of the way, silently saluting Mumbo and Scar before diving off the edge of the bridge, his wings open to catch the wind under them. Mumbo’s noise of concern was almost covered entirely by Grian’s own joyous cackling.

[marjorierose]

Pasta salad doesn't have to have olives in it

I'm picking up the pieces of my old routines, and facing the annual summer dilemma of "what do I like to eat when it's hot outside?", so tonight I made pasta salad. This uses both the oven and the stovetop, so it's not ideal if it's super hot in your home, but the meal itself is pretty good cold.

I disliked pasta salad for many years because I thought they were full of mayonnaise and olives, two things I hated. I still hate olives, and I've come around on mayonnaise for sandwiches but not as a dressing. This contains neither.

Vegetables

A bell pepper or two

A bundle of asparagus

A punnet of grape or cherry tomatoes

Maybe some zucchini; I had mini cucumbers so I used those but they didn't add much

Wash the veggies, slice or break them into smaller pieces as appropriate, and put them on a cookie sheet or in a roasting pan with some olive oil, salt, pepper, and garlic, longest-cooking ones first. I tossed the bell peppers in olive oil and roasted them for 25 minutes, then added the asparagus (snapped into shorter bits) for five minutes, then added the tomatoes and cukes for three minutes. If I'd had zucchini I would have put them in with the peppers.

Pasta

Pasta

Broth

Tomato paste

Red pepper flakes

Use about two cups of literally whatever pasta seems like a good idea to you; I used tricolor rotini. Boil it until it's al dente, drain, and return to the pot; add a cup of your favorite variety of broth (or just some pasta water, if you planned ahead and retained some of it), about a teaspoon of tomato paste, and a pinch of red pepper flakes. This is as good a time as any to add your

Protein

One pack of mozzarella pearls

Some salami sliced into small bits, however much seems good to you

Toss those in with the pasta. When the veggies are done, get them out of the oven and combine everything in whichever cooking container is large enough to hold all of that. Stir it up. Serve with some shredded fresh basil on top.

[anotherdaveyjacobs]

I do not like ice cream sandwiches I'm not really one for vanilla ice cream unless it's covered in toppings my favorite ice cream is strawberry followed by chocolate im Also partial to blue moon and tricolor sherbet tho I dislike the lime. I also do not enjoy lemon tho alot of people seem to. The two exceptions are frozen lemon ice cream from the zoo its more sweet and a better texture and lemonade from the fair or circus because it's fresh but sweet.

This is honestly the best ask ever because it's just ice cream

That being said

Lemon is DELICIOUS and I will not accept this lemon slander!!

[reasoningdaily]

Italy wants to fine the use of English and other foreign words

Just over 100 years later, on March 31, 2023, Italy’s far-right Brothers of Italy (Fratelli d’Italia) party, led by prime minister Giorgia Meloni, proposed a law that would dictate the guidelines for the promotion and protection of the Italian language.

Meloni and her party, which displays proudly in its logo a flame in the colors of the Italian flag, once a symbol Italy’s neo-fascist party, insistently reject the label of fascist. Yet this latest proposal loudly carries the echo of the so-called Ventennio, Italy’s two decades of fascist reign.

Most notably, their eight-article proposal includes imposing a fine of up to €100,000 ($108,000) on the use of foresterismi, or foreign words that have Italian translations, in official and public-facing communications. This includes names or acronyms used for professional roles—say, manager, or CEO.

Sounds familiar—or, rather, suona familiare—doesn’t it?

Made in Italy

Although the current Italian government thinks all foreign words presents a threat to Italian, it’s especially concerned about English ones.

According to the proposal, the use of English in Italian professional communication has increased by 773% since 2000 (the methodology doesn’t discuss the raw numbers); words such as “look,” “business,” and “fashion” are used as much as 1% to 2% of the time. Among the roughly 800,000 words in the typical Italian dictionary, there are around 9,000 anglicisms, or 1.1% of the total.

That, says the government, is too many: It’s an Anglomania emergency.

“Whoever speaks only Italian today risks the failing of incommunicability,” reads the proposal. This is demeaning to the Italian language, it adds, especially because the UK is no longer in the European Union

The proposal also establishes a “committee for the safeguard, promotion, and appreciation of Italian language,” although Italy already has such an institution, the Accademia della Crusca (known as La Crusca), which has been the ultimate authority in all matters of Italian language since 1538.

However, Meloni’s government doesn’t seem to have consulted with the body, just like the fascist government of a century ago disempowered La Crusca (link in Italian) by creating a “commission for the ‘Italian-ness’ (italianità) of the language.” The academy thinks the new proposal is so outlandish that it risks making bonafide efforts to preserve Italian look ridiculous, too.

The ministry of silly talks

Indeed, the proposal is ridiculous, especially coming from the very government that created a ministry named “Made in Italy.” In English!

Fascist initiatives to preserve Italian-ness quickly fell into ridiculousness, too. The first 1923 law took the lead from legislation in the late 19th century that double taxed businesses using foreign words, because it assumed they made more money. But the intent was not, as with its precedent, to make money for the government. It was to discourage the use of foreign words, starting with public-facing commercial communication.

With time, however, the bans became more serious, and speaking in foreign languages—particularly English and French—was akin to treason. In 1940, the punishment was up to six months in jail for the use of foreign words.

Nouns were created to replace words including sandwich (tramezzino), cashmere (casimiro), croissant (cornetto), hip-hip hooray (eja eja alalà), and panorama (tuttochesivede). Foreign names were translated into Italian, for instance Buenos Aires (Buonaria), Louis Armstrong (Luigi Braccioforte), and George Washington (Giorgio Vosingtone). Existing Italian words were changed because they sounded foreign, so ananas (pineapple) became ananasso, and the famous entertainer Wanda Osiris became Vanda Osiri.

The foolishness didn’t end there. Insalata Russa (Russian salad), an Italian-style coleslaw, was renamed insalata tricolore (tricolor salad), and the wrench, known in Italian as chiave inglese (English key), became a chiavemorsa.

More than a laughing matter

But if it’s absurd and ridiculous, the approach isn’t funny. Normalizing absurdity, and feeling no embarrassment in taking laughable actions, is a common trait among authoritarians. Fascism showed it well: Italians read in the news that Mussolini was capable of all sorts of superhuman feats, such as swimming faster than boats, or harvesting entire fields alone in a matter of hours.

More recent examples abound (podcast link in Italian). Think of Venezuela’s Nicolas Maduro, hosting a daily salsa dancing show as his country suffered unrest; Belarus’s Alexander Lukashenko, carrying watermelons to meet with Steven Seagal; Ukraine’s Viktor Yanukovych, who would use made-up words; Turkmenistan’s Saparmurat Niyazov, who changed the names of the month; Ecuador’s Abdalá Bucaram, who dressed like Batman to talk to voters; or Muammar Qaddafi, who killed flies with a golden swatter.

Behind the surreal nature of authoritarian idiosyncrasies is the belief that the ruled people will stop having a perception of the ridiculous, trusting the value of their leaders regardless of whether what they do makes any sense.

With its decision, Italy’s government is following fascist footsteps not only in the autarchic belief that the country must protect itself against foreign influence, but also in asking its citizens to follow absurd rules. It isn’t just making itself the laughing stock of the world. It’s trying to tell its citizens that it doesn’t matter what a rational observer might see from outside—their government knows best.

[moxalyn]

I don't really remember the changes, but I know they're there.

I haven't had a very interesting life. Better than some, worse than others. We were pretty middle-of-the-road. I moved around a lot, and that's made me strange, but it's an easy excuse for the other strangeness I've always had. I've collected accents like memories, and bringing them out where they don't fit excuses a lot of strangeness. For a while.

I don't remember what started the fire, or how far back I had to go to escape it. It ended up not happening at all. I just remember the heat, and the fear, and the pain in my head as I tried to crawl under the smoke. A house I used to know so well turned into an endless wasteland of melting carpet where I couldn't find the door.

I think we ended up not living in that house. It wasn't the first one my parents passed on because of me, nor the last. I don't remember crying, just that sometimes they'd be talking about their plans while I read or colored or watched my cartoons and the Voice inside of me would borrow my throat.

I wonder how many times it took them to listen. I wonder how they knew.

It took a long time to sort my half-memories from dreams. If I remembered something that had no place, no beginning, no ties to my life, where else could it have come from? And that Voice spoke so rarely, back then. Maybe it didn't happen at all.

Maybe it was a story when I drowned in the summer pond. Maybe a book where I fell and broke my ankle on the hill. A movie, when I saw my mother choke on her own blood in the front seat of the car after the deer ran out.

Why would I remember these things. Why would I want to.

I wish I'd asked my parents about these things when I could. Maybe I could have discovered what decided whether things stayed or changed. I know I saved my mother once. Didn't I. Didn't I.

Did I die in the crash, trapped with her? Am I the only one I get to save?

Why? Why? Why?

There are so many more changes now, so many times It speaks up. While I'm travelling--not this stop, go farther. When I'm lost--not this person, ask for help from the scary man over there. Here you can rest. This person will pay you. This person has food. This person needs help--they'll let you sleep the night. And then the dreams come. I don't know which choices would have led to them. I don't know how most of them started, though some I can guess. I only see endings.

I've died so many times, I'm almost tired of living. I don't know how to stop. I don't know if I can.

I wonder sometimes if death is chasing me, or if I'm lucky. I must be lucky to be alive, or unlucky to be the only one. I feel on a knife's edge if I think about it too long, or like the knife is twisting deep beneath my ribs--

No, that was once, a long time ago. I never went there now. I can't even remember where there is.

The Voice is getting stranger. Sometimes I can't imagine what death it's leading me away from.

It took me to a beach today. There was a horseshoe crab in the sand, and dolphins swimming at sunset. I could smell barbecues down the lane and hear singing. The ocean was so big and so loud I started crying.

It led me to a group handing out sandwiches and flyers. They had advice on other places that helped, and other places that needed helping hands. What each group would offer, and what price tag they might place on their help. Who was safest where. It was nice. I don't trust people who act like safety is guaranteed. I know so many ways to die.

I wonder why my Voice is watching out for me, why no one else gets this help. It never answers my questions. I hope it just can't. I don't want there to be a world where it would do this to me, but not care enough to answer. I don't want to live in that world, and I have no choice but to live, so. I have to believe it can't hear me.

But this is nice. I'll take this, and my sandwich and flyer, and listen to the girl with the tricolor braids and eyebrow piercings as she tells us where they'll be next week. I still move around a lot, but a week isn't long. Maybe this can be nice, even for as long as a week.

[magimerlyn]

Honestly, pinkie's probably going down the pride parade with a tricolor frying pan float, and Cheese Sandwich is following in a matching Party Howitzer

Thinking about how they not only made pinkie pie canonically straight but they just had to involve weird al in it

[voidcat-senket]

tell me more about Tricolor and what that means <3 io

Ahhh Tricolor is an old WIP that I occasionally glance at but tbh probably will never work on again... because it's Boku no Hero Academia lol The plot idea was like. Bakugo and Todoroki get together because it's easy (and Todoroki is touch-starved). And then Midoriya wants in but he kind of bungles it because he just asks Todoroki, who didn't realize Bakugo was actually like... feeling things, he thought it was casual And then Bakugo explodes at Midoriya for taking everything from him all the time. It's called Tricolor because Todoroki pov is red, Bakugo is orange and Midoriya is green.... obv. Anyway I just have the very beginning. Here's a snip:

Shouto has the unique benefit of being able to give himself an instant cold shower, but even he gets worn out at some point, and now that they’re living in dorms, all of his classmates are within easy reach at all times. Living. Breathing. Sweating. Moving. Air shifting between bitten lips, fluid bodies that know battle. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. He’s bound to crack at some point, and his point is right here: sandwiched between Bakugo and a brick wall, Bakugo’s gloved hand covering his mouth and nose both as he tilts his head and strains his ears. They’re in the middle of a stealth drill during their remedial training and, as usual, Bakugo is being competitive. He’s never been particularly well-mannered. Shouto pushes him away with a pointed knuckle to the sternum, but not quickly enough to hide his obvious, interested reaction. He stares balefully back at Bakugo as red eyes narrow thoughtfully, no doubt noting something in his face. Bakugo is far more perceptive than he appears, Shouto’s learned that. The sound Katsuki thought he heard repeats, and in the next heartbeat they’re already sprinting as far as they can away from its source without leaving a sign that they had been there. Shouto thinks he’s gotten away with it, maybe, except he doubts he did. But it’s easier to just guess that he has, right? Deal with the fallout when it comes. It comes quickly.

[iffoundreturntosea]

March 9, Day 68/69

Day 68 2015

Looking through our telescopes at one another.

#niece #lovemyniece #lovebeingauntcece #playtime #iseeyou #funtimes #picoftheday #project365 #day68

Day 69 2016

Mmmmmmmmmm yum

#thinmints #girlscoutcookies #cookies #yum #nomnom #green #shadesofgreen #march #picoftheday #project365 #day69

Day 68 2017

Crawling around the front yard on a windy day

#ladybug #bug #insect #grass #nature #outdoors #upclose #macro #march #picoftheday #project365 #day68

Day 68 2018

Stacey

#beautiful #upcloseandpersonal #macro #bluesandgreens #eyeball #iris #eye #theeyesofmarch #picoftheday #project365 #day68

Day 68 2019

A pretty delicious meatball sub

#food #yum #pickle #sub #sandwich #firehousesubs #cheese #meatballsub #meatballs #nationalmeatballday #march #march9 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day68

Day 69 2020

#bird #nature #animal #female #downywoodpecker (i think) #suet #food #atthefeeder #march #march9 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day69

Day 68 2021

A King Henry viola (Viola cornuta) with Wild Pansies or Johnny-Jump-Ups (Viola tricolor) in the back.

#nature #outdoors #wildflowers #flowers #wildpansy #johnnyjumpups #kinghenry #viola #violatricolor #violacornuta #march #march9 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day68

Day 68 2022

Losing to a migraine but have to post my #picoftheday and this seemed a bit on the nose!

#yesyoucanwearthat #abbyhoy #confidence #selflove #checkitout #march #march9 #2022 #project365 #day68

Day 68 2023

Winston is big on the inside

#shadow #winston #beach #lunchbreak #march #march9 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day68

Day 69 2024

Oh darn, the daily theme made me do it 🤷🏻‍♀️

#treat #dailytheme #chocolatecremepie #yum #dessert #march #march9 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day69

Today has been a long, tough one so there wasn't much added insight. Hopefully, I am feeling better tomorrow!

[vanitasmagickitchen]

Republic Day Special Tricolor Sandwich Recipe | Tiranga Sandwich Recipe | Sandwich Recipe

Tiranga Sandwich with full of flavors and colors are going to make the Republic Day more special

Ingredients White Bread Slice- 4 Capsicum Paneer Carrot Black Pepper Powder Salt Green Chutney Butter Mayonnaise

#tricolorsandwich #republicdayrecipe #tirangasandwich

[recipesbymadeha]

“Pistachio” of My Heart

Ingredients

Italian artisan bread

Garlic cloves

Fresh rosemary

Olive oil

Sliced roast beef

Wild baby arugula

Balsamic vinegar

Pesto

Raw unsalted pistachios

Burrata

S&P

Roast whole pistachios in olive oil, salt and pepper in pan until slightly browned and fragrant.

Crush/chop up pistachios and set aside.

In same pan, toast minced garlic cloves, rosemary and pad of butter until fragrant.

Rub infused oil on to sliced bread, and toast on the same pan.

Once toasted, assemble sandwich.

Spread layer of pesto on to one half.

Slice burrata in halves and evenly arrange on top of pesto.

Sprinkle crushed pistachios on to burrata until coated. Add pinch of salt and pepper on top.

Add as many slices of roast beef over burrata.

Finally, add generous amount of baby arugula. Drizzle with balsamic vinegar. Enjoy!

Inspo: All’antico Vinaio Tricolore Sandwich from Florence, Italy

[nagareboshiko]

Outside in the garden, pale pink petals were taken away from the wind, she watched them being lulled gently before they disappeared somewhere her eyes could not reach. She had always loved the view of Inazuma, the scents of cherry blossom carried anywhere she went and despite the Kamisato headquarters hosted multiple people who lived there, a quiet peace seemed to protect the grounds.

It was after her fourth katsu sandwich and two tricolor dangos that the traveller felt almost fully satisfied.

"I feel like my sword still feels more comfortable than holding a sewing kit." now that she kept looking at her gift for Thoma, she seemed to find more faults on that scarf that she seemed to have missed previously. She hoped he didn't mind her lack of mannerism, but her legs were killing her so with lazy movements she sat down more comfortably, legs crossed and elbows on the table.

"Thank you Thoma..."

Her path had already been carved for her, she never had a choice from the beginning. That world had taken away her only family, her heart and she could only keep running; it didn't matter if her legs hurt, if her knees would give out- she had to go back to Aether no matter what. She had to keep her promise and follow his path to find her answers, no matter of how ugly those might be.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I have seen an octopus dancing?" her chin leant on the palm of her hand, amusement in her features as she looked up at her company. "You can talk, breath and even jump out of the water like a fish. You should have seen Paimon tryng to jump around in the sea" her giggle was as sweet as the golden honey in her eyes.

"None of your requests are ever too much, I would never be able to fully repay you for your kindness Thoma." her fingers looked for the travelling bag that had been left by her side, after some search she had found the latest and her favourite pictures taken from her recent trip.

"Here," she leant barely closer to the other, offering him to take the item she was holding. "They are two magicians I have met" in the photo, Lyney's smile was as bright and sly as his personality, instead Lynette's stoic features were hiding a happiness that Lumine had only recently learnt to read in her eyes.

"Their magic shows are the best ones in the whole Fontaine, you would have loved it too! They were the first people I have met when I arrived, kind of in the same way I met you here." two years had already passed since that encounter, her arrival to Inazuma still vivid in her memory. She pulled out a second one, her nose scrunching up as she tried to look quite serious.

"That's me and Paimon in our investigator and lawyer attire." the little fairy was wearing glasses and fake moustache, both of them holding their chin to feign some kind of serious moment. "If you ever need a lawyer let me know, I'm pretty good at it." she grinned.

In his personal experience, seeing the eagerness made in his cooking's name was one of the best compliments to perceive. Watching whimsical glow as the Traveler balance beamed between conversation and their stomach's needs. He amuses himself with the mental imagery of what was described, far from the unnatural harsh mountain in Mondstadt, but a place that experiences a more surefire brand of snowfall.

Somehow, from the pictures he gleaned, such a view may be like a snow globe in the depths of Fontaine. It was a picturesque moment of wonder.

Initially caught off by the following compliment, at this point she'd succeed in getting him bashful! Lumine's presence was the source that felt so similar to his first home, back to the days of a 'less' finessed Thoma, who burgeoned with honest intent and finding his metaphorical goal in just taking these heart to hearts. "And as for the Gallant Lumine here, you always held a tenacity that made ends meet. Somehow, you make it so I never have to feel concerned."

"Rather, I just believe. I know if you really feel like applying your hands at something, you'll carve that path into getting it done."

"Call it a premium Fixer perk. If I didn't consolidate a path to keeping time to myself, y'know how business would love to devour every second in a heartbeat." Time he used for himself, to hang with the ragtag but cheerful band of animals in Hanamizaka, and of course, always ensuring he can spend his time in company that truly values him.

There's a moment of clarity that the amiable atmosphere opens up. Another bite from his meal, refilling Lumine's tea cup with another fresh serving after catching that 'almost' choking episode, part of him just couldn't help but study her.

The biggest relief being in how much heart she continues to carry.

"I've heard good word about Fontaine from the head of the Outlander Association, so I take it that those perks are true? It really is possible to just breathe and talk underwater if you have the means? Can't imagine how people have to fight against normal logic first." He mentions with a mild instance of laughter.

"I hope you know if you have pictures, the payment for this spread is to share some of your favorites with me! Hopefully that's not too tall of an order.. The stories have just kicked a little traveling energy into me admittedly too."

[dlk2f]

Happy 74th Independence Day 🇮🇳 Okay, so I & @richi_gladiston decided to do something patriotic style today & of course food strikes in the very first place so here it is.. 💁‍♀️ ❓: tri-colour Sandwich 👩‍🍳: @bliss_bharvi 📍: #homesweethome #independenceday #patriotic #tricolor #sandwich #food #breakfast #lunch #dinner #amazing #delicious #sweet #coconut #coriander #pudina #chillies #chutney #green #saffron #color #bread #lockdown #lockdown2020 #quarantine #quarantinelife #indianfood #indianfoodie #indianstyle #foodblogfeed #like (at New Delhi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD6cDn-n50s/?igshid=6gd85qcdq2d3

[udstudio07]

Watch Special Tricolour Sandwich Recipe by Avya Agrawal 🤘👈👇👇 https://youtu.be/bG4KOKNc4jo There is no greater joy than being free. And there is no greater pride than being an Indian. Wish you a very happy Independence day. #happy #independenceday #special #tricolor #vegetables #sandwich #easyrecipes by #AvyaAgrawal #happyindependenceday (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSlYLUGj3J1/?utm_medium=tumblr

[vincifrombalkans]

#sandwich #trip #tour #train #homamade #salami #cucumber #tomato #cheese #mum #hungary #tricolor #gay #instagay #gayinsta #food #foodphotography #foodporn https://www.instagram.com/p/CQpweiFB3Qz/?utm_medium=tumblr