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mackthecheese · 11 months

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@partycoffin PLEASE make sure Miss Poppy gets her Everything-Seed Muffin!! And happy Pride to you and all the puppets :D

#welcome home #art #clown #partycoffin #Poppy Partridge #poppy partridge fanart #a gift for Poppy #❤️💛💙#Everything-Seed Muffin #with exactly 5% muffin

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arsonsara · 9 months

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Welcome Home Theory that's been running around in my brain. In the recent update, Food comes up quite a few times. Sally asking Poppy to bake her a cake, Sally buying some goods from Howdy, Frank helping Poppy to bake and the multiple times we see Frank in his garden, using chopped up vegetables as fertilizer.

One thing I noticed in particular, especially when it came to Sally, is that Sally doesn't particularly assign the concept of Eating with Flavor at all. Howdy sold Sally a box of Soap Flakes as Instant-Mashed Potatoes, a Sponge for Bread, and Wood Chips & Sawdust as Cereal. And when asking Poppy for a cake, she was more interested in the cake's aesthetically qualities more-so than how it actually tasted. Now this could just be seen Howdy fleecing Sally and Sally being quirky, but I couldn't help but feel that was...weird. Especially the idea of Howdy selling Sally a bunch of actual junk and calling it food. Sure, he seemed eccentric but he wouldn't sell anything to a friend that could actually hurt them just for a quick buck! Heck, he doesn't even take money! What reason would he have to fleece Sally, much less recklessly endanger her like that? Than there's Poppy and Frank with their...muffins? I mean, they're baked in Muffin Tins but they're just an amalgam of seeds and peanut putter from the sounds of things! And aside from the Peanut Butter it doesn't sound edible, it sounds more like a cartoonishly exaggerated idea of what a Giant Puppet Bird would eat from an aesthetic perspective, not so much a realistic one.

My guess is the Puppets don't have access to actual food. They probably couldn't even eat actual food! They're puppets! Everything they "Eat" are arts-and-craft amalgams or props of what would look like food for a show!

It would also put more focus on when Frank said "You eat with your eyes first." Whether he knew it or not, that's literal! It doesn't matter if it's actual food, just if it looks like it!

The only thing that could disprove this theory are the decomposing vegetables in his garden. Wheras every other bit of food we've seen could be written off as meant to look like food and not act like it, his torn up peppers and tomatoes look fairly realistic. That being said, they also don't look decomposed either. They look like they were freshly torn into and just plopped onto the ground. But at the same time, it's hard to say. Now, what does this imply? So what if the Puppets are eating fake food? Well, it's just a hunch, but I think this adds credence to the idea that the world the Puppets exist in is fake and manufactured, like the show they supposedly come from.

Another detail in the Bug Videos is that, as opposed to the Lost Media that was posted onto the website, the Bug Videos are far more candid and calm. They feel more like Slice of Life segments than they do cut up moments from the show!

I think this is meant to imply two things! 1. The Puppets in Welcome Home are real. And I mean that as in, they aren't just puppets. They have feelings, emotions, and they do things when the cameras aren't rolling. They have lives outside of the show they're a part of and broadcasted at towards children. 2. This world is fake, and was made by someone. More than likely the Playfellow Workshop. Whether or not this is a literal world the staff made, or simply that the Puppets see the sets they live in as a world and the Playfellow Workshop does a good job to prevent the puppets from being Truman Show'ed is another thing. Heck, maybe it isn't even the Playfellow Workshop! Maybe it's another third, unknown entity we have yet to encounter! Either way, I get the feeling this theme of the Puppets being in a Fake World, as well as the details of Wally pushing past the fourth wall of reality, imply that the story takes place in two realities: The real world, and the puppet world, and that the main conceit of the story and the horror come from how the two worlds blur together.

#Welcome Home #Welcome Home Spoilers #Welcome Home Theory #Wally Darling #Barnaby B. Beagle #Poppy Partridge #Eddie Dear #Julie Joyful #Frank Frankly #Howdy Pillar #Sally Starlet

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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WE’RE THE LAST IN LINE: PART 6

Eddie x female! Reader

Modern AU

W.C 2.3k

Warning: no minors, fluff

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It had been a week since Chrissy graced you both with her presence and Eddie’s phone wasn’t blowing up at all. He was suspicious, rendering himself crazy into thinking that she just disappeared. She would never. But he put a brave face on for you. Anything to see you happy was more than enough for him. He wanted to take things slow, afraid you would get freaked out eventually by the shit that happened with Chrissy and what had originally brought you two together, Jason. You were special to him, meant more to him than anyone currently in his life. And he wanted you to be a part of it. Whatever that may mean for you. But for now— he was going to take it slow.

Monday and Wednesday he showed up to your apartment with an iced coffee, and a lemon poppy seed muffin at 6 AM. Sleep still stuck in your eyes, hair a complete disaster but Eddie thought you never looked prettier. Leaving you with a kiss on your forehead and a wink as he left to head into the shop. He would text you every morning around the time you got to work, telling you good morning and wishing you had a nice day at work. Tuesday and Thursday he had stopped by your work to eat lunch with you. Bringing sandwiches and chips from the new modern sandwich shack on Main Street, making you laugh as you wiped mayo from his chin. You loved his thoughtfulness, yearning for more from him.

He had made it a habit to stop over after he got off work, apologizing profusely for when it was late. He never overstayed his welcome, just popped in and out, leaving you with the tightest hug anyone could have given you and the world’s most award winning smile.

The kiss you had shared the week prior was sweet as sugar, a light at the end of the tunnel after a complete shit filled day wracked with a confession of his horrible past and the decaying face of his ex. It was everything you had needed in that moment in time, but you were craving more.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing your back one night as he gives you his usual hug goodbye. His lips pressed against your hair as you rested your head on his chest, breathing him in, not wanting to let go.

“Eddie, do you like me?”

A chuckle reverberates against his throat, “what do you mean sweetheart?”

Pulling away from him and looking into his smoky brown eyes you say, “I mean, do you like me? Or did I do something to turn you off from me?”

Eddie’s eyes water to empathetic, “God no, I — the things that happened to us—to you, how we met, it’s a—”

“I get it. It’s fine..” you say, pulling away from him. Wrapping your arms around yourself and turning your back to him. You can’t help when the tears begin to fall. “I just thought that you, that we were I don’t know… on the same page?”

Was he scared? Afraid that you didn’t want him? Didn’t need him? Afraid that you had a glimpse of his everyday life and decided that it wasn’t for you?

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said, turning you around, placing his hands on your cheeks, skimming away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “I like you so much it melts my brain whenever I think of you. I’m just—trying not to come on too strong, I don’t want to scare you away.”

“Wh— Eddie?”

“You have been through a lot, and I didn’t want to overstep your boundaries and make you uncomfortable. What happened last week was…insane, we talked about it but I guess we never talked about how you felt about it.”

Your mind plagues over with the sagging flesh of Chrissy’s face. You would be lying if you said you weren’t terrified at times, waking in the night with skin slicked with sweat, hair matted to your neck. But that wasn’t Eddie’s fault, he can’t help what his ex is like, it’s not like he is that way. Eddie is sweet and kind, a perfect gentleman. Not to mention hotter than the seven layers of hell themselves.

“I was serious when I said that nothing in your past could deter me away from you. Those are things that happened to you, not things you had control over. I—you, you saved me! Who knows what J—he— would have done if you weren’t there that night. You didn’t even know me but you jumped right into helping me. Talking to Hopper, calling our building manager to get the security footage— Eddie you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” You’re full on crying now, using the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe at your tears. His eyes are full, taking you in, heart aching for you.

He leans in, caressing your cheek against his rough hands. “I’m sorry, you doubted how I felt, let me make it up to you.”

Friday was a normal day at work, a few clients today nothing spectacular, a couple of piercings, and Pete had a giant back piece to finish. You were sitting at the reception desk answering a customer’s question about placement for a nose ring when in walked a giant order of white roses, clad with orange and black balloons and a gorgeous basket filled with enough candy and shooters to make a dentist wince. You blushed hard as the delivery driver handed them over to you. The card was shoved tight into the center of the roses.

“Talked to Pete and I got you off work at 12, be ready at 2 for a date, see you soon pretty girl -Eddie”

Your heart sang with the sweet melody of Eddie Munson. He was gentle and sweet and everything you could ever ask for. You were giddy as you piled the balloons and roses into your car and sped home. It was the perfect day outside, a warmer day for the end of October, the autumn foliage blazing against the sky as the leaves clung for dear life to the windy branches against a cerulean sky.

This was the first official date for you and Eddie, technically the 30 seconds of the movie night that you enjoyed before Chrissy bombarded his apartment was your first date but you wouldn’t be counting that.

Like clockwork, a knock on your door at 2PM could only be one person. That damn grin. You swear he gets better looking by the second. “There she is,” Eddie murmurs, “girl of my dreams.”

You reach out to him and pull him into a hug, your hands wrapped around his neck as you stretch for more of him on your tippy toes. He smells like a new cologne, an amber moss with notes of citrus and bergamot. He’s wearing a black and gray flannel, pushed up tight around his bulging arms. His large hands wrap around the small of your back, pressing you flush with his body, He feels so good, warm and holding you tight, his hair tickling your ears.

“I missed you,” he admits, “that’s not weird is it? I mean I literally saw you last night.”

You chuckle and pull away from him planting a kiss on his plump lips, “definitely not weird, thank you for the roses. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says, stroking your cheek. “Not sure if you know this, but I’m a stuttering blubbering mess when you’re around.”

“Yeah I’ve noticed—“ Eddie’s face blushes to crimson, “And I think it’s super cute that the hottest guy I’ve ever seen gets flustered when he tries to flirt with me.” A smile spreads across your lips.

“The hottest guy huh?” Eddie says behind his curtain of brown curls.

“Duh! Do you own a mirror?” You tease, “you are so handsome I used to stare unapologetically whenever you came into Ace of Spades. Then I get to know you and you’re funny, and kind…sexy.”

“Jeez baby keep it in your pants, I’m a good christian boy here.” He says, swooping you low into a backwards dip and kissing your lips. “I noticed you too by the way,” standing you upright again and holding you close, murmuring into your hair, “just too awkward and in my own head to make the first move.”

“You awkward?” You tease, “no way.”

Eddie tickles your sides, fingers curled into your ribs and by your neck, you’re giggling and trying to get away from him and he’s laughing too. “Alright! You win!” You say breathless and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He brushes hair behind your ear and holds your back tight against him. “In more ways than you know, sweetheart.”

“So where are we going?” You asked from the passenger seat of Eddie’s 4Runner, a ridiculous amount of little trees in the scent Black Ice hung from the review mirror as Metallica blared through the speakers.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” Eddie smirks, flashing his pearly whites.

Pulling up to Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch n’ More, Eddie has a giant grin splattered on his face. “I’ve always wanted to come here, but figured it would be weird going by myself…nobody wants to see a grown man go down the giant slide by himself.”

“Probably think he’s some sort of a creep,” you tease, “or maybe a serial killer?”

“Ooh that’s festive, very in the spirit of Halloween.”

Merrill’s was bigger than you had expected it to be. Like most things in Hawkins, it was staple in the 80’s, sort of dwindled down to almost being closed but nothing a few hipsters with an impressive amount of followers on instagram couldn’t fix. The rustic vibes had people driving all the way from the city just to get a taste of nostalgia in this worn down, weathered but also now modern, establishment. Spreading along for acres were orange spheres of every shape and size. Even the ones that were different colors, muted greens, Cinderella blue, alabaster, and coal black. There was an apple orchard on the east side where you could pick your own apples, a giant Cider Mill on the north side that doubled as an eatery and a place with home brewed apple ale. A corn maze stretching over 10 acres, where the winner could win tickets to the movie theater and a freshly made apple or pumpkin pie. Activities for the kids included: the giant slide, corn pit, pumpkin painting, pumpkin carving, you name it—Merrill’s had it.

“Eddie this is fantastic!” You say, crunching into a caramel apple, “seriously, the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.”

He’s pulling orange tufts of sugary cotton candy out of his hair, he licks his fingers and takes a bite of his foot long corn dog. “Right? It’s like every enjoyable thing about summer minus the heat!”

You were having the best time, it’s so easy spending time with Eddie, he made you laugh any chance he got. He held your hand all the way through the corn maze, swearing he knew the way out only for you to be in the maze for over 2 hours and very, very lost. His tongue poked out when he was concentrating carving his pumpkin, a flight of bats, as you carved ghost face. He dunked his entire head in the barrel while bobbing for apples, leaving his head sopping wet, and shaking his hair like a dog would to try to dry it out. He was chaotic and sweet, caring but also didn’t give a shit what anyone had thought of him. He was perfect in every way.

“Did you have fun? Eddie asked lugging a wagon full of pumpkins of every color Merrill’s had to offer behind him.

“Are you kidding? Hands down the most fun I’ve had in Hawkins, ever.”

You’re carrying two pies, because Eddie couldn’t decide which one he wanted but didn’t want to leave one out. A gallon of cider in one hand in the wagon handle in his other hand he smiles, “I’m glad you agreed to come with me.”

You turn your head to look at him, winking as you say, “I’m glad you finally asked.”

Loading up the back of his 4Runner you slide the last of the pumpkins in. Eddie leans back against the them, bringing you between his legs, holding your hands, rubbing the knuckles with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m— I’m not very good at this. I’m super awkward and I get flustered whenever I’m around you,” his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip as he looks into your eyes—two orbs of melted chocolate dripping with happiness, “I haven’t dated anyone since— and I’m not even sure if I’m doing this right…you’re beautiful and sassy and I care about you more than you could ever understand,” tears prick the corners of your eyes, “I would really love, if we took this to the next step, and you would be my girlfriend.”

This gorgeous man. God he would be the death of you. You lean forward and plant your lips on his, deepening the kiss by running your hands through his curls, your tongue slipping inside his mouth, dancing with his. “I take that as a yes.” Eddie purrs into your neck. You hold eachother for what seems like hours. Taking eachother in for everything you’re worth.

“So this is it huh? Fancy fuckin’ broad ain’t she?”

“Shh, there’s cameras all over this building— that’s how they caught Jason.”

“They caught Jason because he’s sloppy— couldn’t even wait til she opened the door… rookie mistake.”

“Quiet, this will be trickier than normal… Fred is right, this place is loaded with cameras and high tech shit, I had to see what we were dealing with.”

“That why you made a little surprise visit last week?”

“Yup, Jason told me she was his neighbor but I didn’t know where— thankfully he was able to swipe her file from HR before they fired him… see you soon princess.”

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rgr-pop · 2 months

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okay international working womens weekend daytime luncheon in my home for maybe 7-10 people, one week from today

nobody i really need to impress. if anyone confirms gluten free or dairy free i’ll fine tune, otherwise everything is always baseline meat free and nut free (with the option for me to throw in some tinned fish from my pantry)

snacky/salads vibe, maybe dips

for sure doing:

lemon poppy seed loaf. i REALLY want to do sally’s new lemon poppy seed muffins but i’d need to get a new muffin tin and we’re 📢 not doing too much

cardamom strawberry jam bars (craving cardamom stuff all the time)

pretty sure i can do both of the above without buying anything; although i’d have to make the jam from frozen strawberries (i want to pan anyway)

really want to do MOCKTAILS. i wouldn’t mind investing in a few staples for myself anyway. i think i for sure will get orange juice and and a sparkling juice— PLEASE RECOMMEND ! what would be a good second mocktail or some ingredients to buy? especially because i have several interesting bitters, including chocolate. and i could put out tart cherry juice i have, and i’ll make a pitcher of iced tea. oh maybe i should make iced chai from scratch 🤔 in any case this is where i’ll spend most money

central offering will be a bean dish, either a bean salad (WHATS THE BEST ONE YOUVE HAD?) OR (hot dish) the bean ziti smitten kitchen posted which… i want to do this. is it 📢 doing too much? yes. But. she said.. if i did i’d have to do bread with it, which makes me nervous (i don’t have good bread instincts)

if i go with SK i’ll have extra basil for a veg salad. it seems too early for the typical basil salad uses so i’d have to brainstorm. my go-to would be a carrot salad and a smashed cucumber salad, both of which are options but wouldn’t go that well. this would be a good time to try doing the viral salad seasoning pasta salad - should i…

i will for sure make japanese potato salad because i have a ton of kewpie to use up. in fact i may need to make a second kewpie salad

if i were going the dips route i’d the lauren toyota’s vegan nacho cheese but i’m just not inspired

a typical go-to spread for me might be the spicy sour cold spaghetti noodles from woks of life with carrot salad and cucumber salad and maybe marinated tofu but it doesn’t feel like the vibe

eta you know what, i have dates and am craving goat cheese dates, i should add those to the menu. i was going to avoid any fussy assembly but these would be worth it

i reaaally need to actually budget this because even though it’s arguably chapter business i can’t get chapter money (which i expected). the plan was to make asking for financial support (maybe $35 in food) for the women’s section a progressed structure test, but leadership failed structure test one (being willing to speak to us or respond to our communication when we told them we were organizing a womens day event) so i’m back to structure test negative one (them not murdering us)

so my plan is to have three dishes plus 2 sweet ones and all but 1 should be make ahead, and some chips maybe or something like that

however as you know i have a habit of doing too much for this sort of thing lol

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the-down-upside-finch · 7 months

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I'm Bored and Want to Talk About My Characters

Gonna ramble about Stained Integrity characters because I've been working on the revision draft a lot lately.

The theme(?) this time around is "What do these characters like to eat?"

Clover: Like most Elmalians, she’s a fan of really strong flavors—especially spicy foods. But her favorite thing to eat is probably raspberry pie.

LeRoy: Give this man a slice of buttered toast and he'll be happy. Sandwiches are okay, too—but there can't be too many things in it. Literally just put a slice of cheese between some bread. It doesn’t even have to be toasted.

Laurie: Apples are his go-to snack, core and all.

Mirak: Well-seasoned rice is his favorite thing to eat, but it can't have any other textures mixed into it. (Just let him have a bowl of nothing but rice!!!)

Myrna: Lemon poppy seed muffins are her true weakness. She also really likes granola.

Hunter: Enjoys a good baked potato. He also likes soup, but only if it’s thick soup.

Francis: Depends on the day and his mood, but he’s a big fan of anything with crabs.

Finnigan: This man is an enigma. I'm the author and have no idea what his favorite food is. I do know that his favorite drink is cranberry wine, though.

Malina: Her sweet tooth might be the end of her someday. She’ll dump an entire cup of sugar into her oatmeal for it to be "edible." Sweet breads (specifically cinnamon flavors) are her favorite.

Blaine: He's a sucker for tomato basil soup.

Karic: The least picky eater you will ever meet. If you gave him a handful of grass and told him it was food he would 100% just eat it. (He's also way too lazy for cooking so. Yeah.)

Nigel: He's a bit of a pasta/noodle fiend—especially garlic noodles. He actually likes cooking (and he's good at it) so the other knights usually try everything to get him to share.

Qa'loë: (This is going to sound weird without context of lore/the world but anyways--) They like sour citrus wisp flavors the most but also will spring for mint with lavender every once in a while.

...That took more brain power than I thought it was going to HAHA--

#Zeta Rambles #About the OCs #Stained Integrity Series #Long Post #Writeblr #Writers on Tumblr #Writers of Tumblr #It so funny because there are characters where I know EXACTLY what they like and others I'm like. Hey. Can you tell me what you like please #Honestly I bet the reason I haven’t pinned this down for Finn is because he’s a pirate and doesn’t exactly have the luxury of choosing #Otherwise I would have included the rest of the pirate characters in this list. But I don’t have this pinned down quite yet I guess #I actually don't have a ton of written stuff about the lore behind Qa'loë but the general context is. They don’t really eat solids.#They have like. A not-exactly-tangible physical form? So they consume energy through “wisps” that can be served in a variety of ways

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ask-the-neighbourhood · 7 months

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Hey Poppy, what is your favorite thing to bake?

"Oh!" Poppy turns to look at you. "Well, it'd have to be my everything-seed muffin! I always make sure to put the best seeds in there with the right nutrients for me and my friends. You know, seeds are a bird's favourite treat!"

Barnaby chuckles from off to the side, saying, "it's so chock-full of nutrients there isn't a morsel of muffin left in there!"

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ax-fantasma · 7 months

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Stardew Inktober Day 2

doing both of these in one day 'cause i forgot to do 1 yesterday lol

-The Bus-

To say Pam was happy was an understatement.

That Farmer had fixed up the bus? Or the Farmer had gotten the bus fixed, since they kept denying that they fixed it themself?

Either way, the bus was fixed.

Pam had a job again.

To say Penny was happy was an understatement.

It'd been a week since the Farmer had managed to get the bus up and running again, somehow, and Penny hadn't seen her mother this happy in years.

Pam was being paid. And surprisingly, she wasn't spending it all on beer. Sure, she still spent every night in the Saloon, but just this morning Pam had gifted her daughter a fresh Poppy Seed Muffin.

"Made it myself. Joja had a sale and I thought, why not?" Pam had said.

Penny had just smiled and tried to savor the muffin as much as possible.

To say Lewis was happy was an understatement.

The bus was up and running. His town, his beloved town, that he'd let fall apart was being rebuilt day by day by the Farmer.

He loved that Pam was employed again. He loved that Penny seemed happier. And he loved that since the bus was up and running again, more people might come around.

The Farm was bettering the town day after day.

To say that Sandy was happy was an understatement.

The Farmer came by every few days to chat with her. With all the years she'd spent in solitude, with no one but Qi for company, and Emily on her birthday, the opportunity to talk to another person was overwhelming.

The Farmer was nice, and with the bus opened back up, Sandy might even have a chance to visit the Valley.

To say that Mr. Qi was happy... would be to make an assumption.

It'd be correct, of course. And an understatement. But as usual, Mr. Qi hid his emotions quite well.

The Farmer was everything he'd hoped for and more. They'd do extraordinary things, that much was certain.

#stardew valley #inktober #the bus #pam stardew valley #penny stardew valley #lewis stardew valley #sandy stardew valley #stardew valley mr qi

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rfaromance · 2 years

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Bae Goals as Bagels

Yoosung is a good ol' egg bagel. Reliable, simple, and fluffy.

Jaehee would be a pumpernickel bagel. A distinct flavor and good for your health, but some people don't appreciate it enough.

Zen is a sea salt bagel. He's honestly a straight-forward guy, and he's a safe option. He is, however, a bit salty of those trust fund bagels.

Saeyoung is an everything bagel. He can be anyone and anything you need him to be. His strong flavors can be a lot for people. But... he remains a crowd favorite despite his boldness.

Jumin is a blueberry bagel. A little sweet, a little tart, a little fruity. Nothing too extreme, but you know it's there.

V is a sesame seed bagel. He's kind of seedy. /j In all seriousness, sesame seeds are used in all types of cuisine! They're not only put on breads and bagels, but sesame seed oil can be used to cook or flavor food, and sesame seed candies exist too! V tries to handle everything himself instead of asking for help, taking on the role of a sesame seed himself....

Ray is a cinnamon raisin bagel. Looks very sweet, is very sweet, might punch you in the mouth with a sour raisin when you least expect it. A sin-namon raisin bagel, if you will.

Suit Saeran is a garlic bagel. He hopes to keep people away with his strength, or in this case, strong odors and flavors. He doesn't realize that strength and kindness are not incompatible.

GE Saeran is a multi grain bagel, made up of his parts and experiences to create a somehow cohesive whole. A healthy bagel for a healing boy.

Unknown is a poppy seed bagel and I'm begging you not to ask me why. You know why.

SE Saeran is a sundried tomato bagel. He's exhausted. He's a rare favorite. He's garden fresh?

Rika is a chocolate chip bagel, but she's a mix of milk chocolate and dark chocolate chip bagel. You thought it'd be sweeter. You are hit with bitterness and melancholy, but then you hit a normal chocolate chip. You still retain hope. If you give her warmth, she will melt.

Vanderwood is an English muffin. /j

#thanks for coming to this ted talk #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #Rfa #Mint Eye #Minor trio #headcanon #More like kin assignment LOL

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calf-cover · 1 year

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Hello, Stranger!

Wanna hang out?

I mostly draw fanart and write fan stories about the SCP Foundation universe. Especially for Alagadda and everything connected with it!

BUT BE CAREFUL! This blog contains extremely grim, not intended for persons under 18+ images and descriptions - GORE, BODY HORROR and sometimes even SUGGESTIVE THEMES (and combinations of this, yes). But you will be warned every time about particularly heavy content. I don't want anyone here to get hurt or feel uncomfortable!

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...Okay, I'm not very good at appearing to be a confident, charismatic and almighty crazy artist... After all, this is the job of Calf Cover, not mine.

This is a blog of a small socially unadapted but open to communication and questions person who just really wants to share their creativity. The three characters in the picture are my OCs: the little purple pegasus Alien Efflorensce, the big white figure Calf Cover and the weird black thing called “Id”, or “This”. And these characters perfectly display the content of the blog.

Innocent Alien is the voice of reason and morality, she loving every living being and coming into indignation from any injustice, ignorance and cruelty. She loves the whole world and wants to embrace it all - with all its wonders and oddities. She has a very strange mindset and soul, loud and inharmonious sounds make her very painful, she is devoted to things and does not alter hobbies for years, and it is very difficult for her to make friends. Because of all this, she often turns out to be simply crushed by the world around.

Calf Cover is ambitious, loud and stubborn. She is determined, quick-tempered, but usually prudent and cautious. At her core, she is a defender of the weak and a warrior ready to resist even a wild beast, who, nevertheless, easily becomes confused and terrified when it comes to situations that do not depend on her. She loves attention and the laurels of victory, and enjoys well-done work more than anything else in the world.

Id is an ancient demon, a monster, a terrible abomination, an alien incomprehensible by reason, maybe even a god - it has many names and forms. To Calf Cover and Alien, it appears in the form of a little lamb that should have been born normal, but something went terribly wrong during its birth or gestation. Rotten from the inside symbol of original sin and the basest, uncontrollable and terrifying motives. Loves baked juicy fish and will kill for poppy seed muffins.

The blog is named after Calf Cover, and you can call me the same - this is my alter ego here. Thank you for reading and have a nice time!

#introductory post #scp #SCP Foundation #OC #traditional art #art #ponysona #tw gore #grimdark #long post #Alagadda #my art

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olibheare · 1 year

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Very silly question but may I ask for the favorite dessert and/or ice cream flavor for your ma mere characters?

Hehe I love thinking about food so this is also a good question. I don't think everyone would be partial to ice cream so I'll opt for desserts for the main (ish) crew Eine - Sachertorte, a sponge cake with chocolate, almonds, and apricots. (Despite how serious they are Eine has a fairly sizeable sweet tooth, it's efficient bribery if you want them to do something) Vanderpuyre - Russian Rugelach. Twists of cream cheese dough with sweet fillings. could be, nuts, chocolate, raisins, marzipan, poppy seeds or cinnamon. Van was raised in a fairly wealthy estate so there's no doubt he would have eaten everything rich, sweet, and expensive under the sun. But these are incredibly easy to make and would probably be something quick for a young boy to ask for while bothering the cook on a visit to the kitchens. Cal - Cinnamon apple crisp (he would top it with vanilla ice cream) Gil - Raspberry cream cheese coffee cake, probably with a spiced tea D'ivry - Cornbread muffin. Probably with butter. Or maybe it would be butter with a side of Cornbread? Toulouse - Milk cake with blueberries and peaches. Light and only a little sweet Delacroix - A kind of fruit parfait most likely, maybe they'd be in a jelly or with whipped sweet cream Cedrus - After a big meal he'd be more likely to have a sweet coffee and just sit around but I guess. Pudding.

#ma mere #food #hmmm yum #and my favorite dessert is rosemary shortbread #t

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sillyandquiteawkward · 2 years

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the fact that eating a lemon poppy seed muffin or an everything bagel can fail a drug exam. that is all. thought ends there.

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 month

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Poppy Seeds and Nightmares

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KWfrv2j by GhostWithABow Charlie Graves has spent the last six or so years of her life running in a constant state of fight, flight, or freeze. Between arriving at Camp Half-Blood in the middle of a war against the Titan God of time all the way to the prophecy of the Seven, she hasn't had a chance to breathe to herself for years now. Once she gets it, however, she realizes just how much work there is left to be done. Even though she's at Camp, even though she lives with all of her siblings in the Hypnos cabin, even though everything is better than it's ever been for her- there is still a piece missing. Tim Drake, her first family. Back when she lived in Gotham, a boy she loved like a brother. And, with the clarity of hindsight, was most definitely a demigod of some kind. ...She's got her work cut out for her. - Or; Charlie Graves, child of Hypnos, attempts to bring her brother in all but blood to Camp Half-Blood after realizing he's most likely a demigod and accidentally gets wrapped up in a prophecy because when has a demigod's life ever been easy? Words: 6990, Chapters: 1/19, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Poppy Seed Muffins Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Will Solace, Nico di Angelo, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, Pamela Isley, Duke Thomas, Hypnos (Percy Jackson), Hypnos Cabin (Percy Jackson), Thanatos (Percy Jackson) Relationships: Tim Drake & Original Character(s), Stephanie Brown & Original Character(s), Duke Thomas & Original Character(s), Jason Todd & Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne & Original Character(s), Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Nico di Angelo & Original Character(s), Will Solace & Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Original Character-centric, Prophecy, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No Beta read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KWfrv2j

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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restorativemeal · 4 months

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Menu Fifteen

Menu Fifteen from Bishop and Carruthers' "The Vegetarian Adventure Cookbook"

Silverbeet Soup Supreme: silverbeet, butter, onion, plain flour, water, vegetable stock, milk, salt, pepper, natural yoghurt.

Mung Bean Muffins: bran flakes, plain flour, baking powder, mung beans, cheddar cheese, plain yoghurt, honey, brown sugar, baking soda.

English Potted Cheese: butter, cheddar cheese, gruyere, mozzarella, prepared mustard, port, poppy seeds.

I was obsessed with grey skies and rain in early December. The first week of December, the fifteenth week, and the fifteenth menu. Fifteen weeks into this and I think that every week could be boiling down to the same thing. I think about time, I think about significance, and I think about experience. In terms of time, and the menus and the weeks going by, they seem to be bleeding into one another. As the time goes on, it gets harder to differentiate one week from another, every week bleeds into the next. In fact I’m writing about Menu Fifteen posthumously really, because for me it’s already Week Sixteen and the day of the sixteenth dinner party. This is a fact that ChatGPT says I should address in case the “temporal displacement” is clouding my judgement. It could be. The other thing about time, significance and experience and writing about it, is that as time goes on there is a whole lot more of it to think about. At the end of September, there was only three weeks worth of time, experience and significance to write about. Now it’s December and the sheer volume of time that this year has accredited makes it difficult to hone in on one thing.

Mung Bean Muffins...

With regard to Week Fifteen I thought about how I was allocating time, not in terms of leisure and work, but rather how much time I had been putting into Bishop and Carruthers’ menus. I haven’t spent as much time on anything in the last fifteen weeks like I have “The Vegetarian Adventure Cookbook”. I had time to think about that fact because Menu Fifteen was simple, there were very little ingredients and only two vegetables. I did get to go to the bulk store to purchase bran flakes (cashier in question not there). On Tuesday night it poured with rain and I ate dinner out with two friends. I was reminded amongst the comfort of the cold weather of all the reasons I loved where I lived. The long stretch of road that connects everything important to me at this time. I was thinking very little about the menu that lay ahead. There was a warm soup this week, perhaps there was cosmic reasoning to the cold December weather.

There was something uninspiring about Menu Fifteen, though there was heart in the first warm soup. Silverbeet Soup Supreme, Mung Bean Muffins and English Potted Cheese. Any time that I was going to spend cooking the menu felt like time wasted. It was one of those weeks where I now had too much time after finishing work at 4 30PM, I had only three dishes and three guests. The same three guests as the very first week, possibly it was the first time the four of us would eat together since that first week. Despite any ill feelings, I started the Mung Bean Muffins when I returned home on Wednesday. At no point did they seem delectable. I moved on to the English Potted Cheese, beating 125 grams of butter until smooth with an electric beater, then beating three kinds of grated cheese into it. Into that I beat mustard, port and poppy seeds. While I squashed this mixture into a small bowl to be covered and refrigerated I sat at the dining room table, listening to Morrissey from my MacBook Air. It was only about 6 PM, there were two and a half hours till the time that I had said dinner would be ready.

Potted cheese and beverages of a fifteenth week.

For the first time in all fifteen weeks, dinner was ready before my singular non-flatmate guest arrived. The Silverbeet Soup Supreme, had been cooked, cooled, blended, and reheated, and yet my guest hadn’t arrived. When she did, I poured the soup into four bowls, it looked like a warm milkshake. Perhaps I had over-whirred it in the blender causing it to be over-aerated. When I dropped the spoonful of natural yoghurt on top of the soup to garnish it sank immediately to the bottom of the bowl but I served anyway. It was the saddest table spread of all fifteen menus I had seen so far. I looked up at the table guests and thought about us in that last week of August, how cheery we had been that evening as we ate an inedible meal on one of the last Winter nights of the year. Now it was Summer and I sat in the same seat at the same table only thinking about how much time I’ve wasted since then. The Silverbeet Soup Supreme actually received some compliments, even though the natural yoghurt seemed to have curdled within the soup to form a mozzarella-like taste and consistency.

Cooked, blended, cooled and reheated silverbeet milkshake.

Menu Fifteen felt like a colossal waste of time. My flatmate cleaned all the dishes and I sulked in my room. I’d learnt nothing, I’d felt nothing. Menu Fifteen was now just another accumulation of time and experience that I now needed to wade through to find significance. I went out on Thursday night to an Engineering Christmas party. Someone told me days later that you should give someone three days to reach out. Sunday came and went with no call, though I hadn’t actually given my number to anyone anyway.

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littlepawzbigheart · 5 months

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no one asked but here is all the audio things in Welcome Home

JULIE: …Which is why the pie-charts must be breen berry! Mr. Dear, write that down!

EDDIE: Breen berry… You know, Julie-

JULIE: AH AH! President Joyful!

EDDIE: Right, right, President Joyful- I don’t think breen berry’s a real berry- I mean- Shoot, what color even is breen?

JULIE: That’s classified, Mr. Dear! That’s why they pay me the Big schamzoolahs!

EDDIE: The what now? I ain’t getting paid in anything, let alone schamzo… schmozos… What’d you say again, President Joyful-

JULIE: SCHAMZOOLAHS!! DABOLOONS! SMOLLEONS! DINNER-OS! Can’t you see what this company is all about, Mr. Dear?!

EDDIE: [Meekly] Uh… Breen?

JULIE: NO! It’s about pie charts, big buildings, hot cakes, small stuffed bears, chalk, and houses!-

EDDIE: I don’t think any’a those things go together quite frankly-

JULIE: It’s about big suits and big hair and big voices! Mr. Dear, are you not confident in our business model!? You have good shoulders under your head, Mr. Dear, I would hate to see you canned!

EDDIE: [Seemingly genuinely fearful] Can me?! But you can’t fire me, it’s my first day on the job!

JULIE: Then you’d better straighten up and fly down, Mr. Dear, because the most important part about running a business is-

[Telephone rings; click as Julie picks up]

JULIE: Hello! President Joyful of Everything Incorporated! …. What? Mr. Billynilly, no… We’ve… We’re broke?! They’ve eaten all of our office supplies?! Even the staplers?! We’re out of business?!

[Julie wails dramatically; sound of rampage continues in background]

EDDIE: Whether letter or parcel, whether rain, snow or- Oh- I mean uh- Joyful residence, who may I ask is callin’? Oh Barn! Good to hear from you- Yeah, we’re playin’ business-something-or-another. Yep, I’d say we’re fresh outta… Whatever we were supposed to be sellin’. I think this time it was breen! …Oh? Yeah he’s right here! Phone call for you, Wally!

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POPPY: …-Pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds, and just a scoop of peanut butter! Gelatin works too, of course, but I always like to spoil myself with a little something extra, but that’s just between us!

FRANK: [He laughs with her.] Of course, I’m no gossip! I suppose gelatin can’t always be relied upon too… Still, I think it holds perfectly sliced fruit beautifully, I think that ought to mean something! You know what, Poppy, no one understands gelatin’s potential! It’s like they say, you eat with your eyes first!

POPPY: They do? Oh- Well- Now you’ve got me worried about this new recipe! It’s not very… Erm… Well, visually appealing.

FRANK: Oh no no, forget what I said! We’ve worked so hard on this- In fact, I bet these could be shaped with one of my copper molds!

POPPY: You’re right! Maybe that one you have shaped like a butterfly, Frank!

FRANK: Oh that’s right! Such a shame butterflies aren’t fond of seed- Or muffins for that matter… This recipe could have saved my garden.

POPPY: Oh dear… You know what? I’ll try to think up a recipe that’s sure to have them…! To make your butterflies do a… [Poppy hums in genuine thought.] Well, I’m not sure how to tell if a butterfly is happy...

FRANK: Whatever you decide to make will have them all aflutter, Poppy! I think our experiment is done too-

POPPY: You’re so kind to say that, Frank- O-Oh, be careful! I wouldn’t want you to burn yourself-

[Sound of tray being set down]

FRANK: I’m alright! You’ve taken all the necessary precautions to ensure my safety- Oven Mitts, aprons, a second pair of oven mitts-

POPPY: Perhaps we could use a third pair of oven mitts…

FRANK: Poppy.

POPPY: You’re working with such dangerous appliances! Who knows what could happen at a moment's notice! Oh goodness gracious, just thinking about it is making my feathers fall out-

FRANK: [Said reassuringly] No, no, no! Don’t get yourself started, Poppy! I would rather be careful than throw caution to the wind anyhow! Besides, we’re safe and sound here… Wouldn’t you agree, Wally?

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// “There you are. Welcome Home. Ha ha ha!”

EDDIE: [Panting, out of breath; audio becoming closer] Hey hey! I’m-a comin’! Just be a second! I’ll be right there-

[Shouting as Eddie trips and falls.]

EDDIE: [Strained] Good night alive! I really ought to look at where my feet are goin’, huh? Oh, hold on, buddy! These are yours! I’d forgotten that I had em’ out to give em’ to ya! Thank the stars I hadn’t dropped nothin’ fragile… [Exhausted] Shoo-wee! I had no idea how late it had gotten! I’m plum tuckered after all of this runnin’ around. It aint’ even the first time I fell today! Ran into a few buildings on the way here, too… Y’know how Julie likes to do her drawin’ on the sidewalks n’ all? Well, she drew up a hopscotch on the curb this mornin’ and I just couldn’t help myself! I just had got to have a hop, skip, and a jump to start my day! I really am accident prone I figure… because my face ended up meetin’ the pavement. [Nervous laughter]

[Galloping sound in background, growing louder.]

EDDIE: I may have been ragged today and tossed around, but I’m still fair to middlin’! Even after that bowlin’ ball order… I suppose I don’t got much more runnin’ left to do today though! Unless ya got somethin’ for me to carry for ya! Is there any letter, package, or parcel you need me to run for ya- [suddenly anxious] wh-what are you lookin’ around me for?

BARNABY: [Panting, shouting in a full run] Mailman! You got any packages for little old me? My kazoo collection should have been in my mailbox today! Where is it?!

EDDIE: [Panicked, stuttering and off guard] N-now Barnaby, you know better! I have to put your mail in your mailbox! It’s policy!

BARNABY: You know a dog like me doesn’t do policy, pal! The only policy I follow is the creed all dogs follow: chasing your local mailman!

EDDIE: [More panicked, getting distant] Aw! I hate that policy! I’ll beat ya to your mailbox, lickity split! … If I don’t split my lickity!

BARNABY: [From afar] I was so close to dogpiling him! Next time, don’t give Eddie any hints, ey Wally!

Barn: [The phone rings three times. Then it picks up.]

Hello? Hellooo?

[Silence.]

Is this a prank call, kid? Listen, I got a better joke for you- What did the bee say to the flower? I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there! What do I look like, a BEE’s-dropper?

[Rimshot and horn honk. Barnaby laughs. Silence follows.]

….Not even a chuckle? Boy, tough crowd! Hey, you can’t blame a guy for phoning it in! How about you call me back when you got something funny to say too, little buddy! Buh bye!

Jul: [The phone rings once, but in the middle of its second ring the phone is answered.]

Hello? [LOUDER] Hello!!

[Silence.]

...Hey, are you playing some kind of game? Well- I want to play too! Okay, let’s go on the count of three! One… Two… Three!

[Silence.]

…I don’t know how to play this game. ...Oh, I know what to do! We’ll make a new game! [Frantically spoken] We’ll need a jump rope, some chalk, a dice, a sandwich- I’ll call it… Quiet Sandwich Jump rope! I better get everything ready, Frank’s going to love this game! Okay, Bye bye!

Fran: [The phone rings once before it’s answered.]

Hello, this is Frank Frankly speaking.

[Silence.]

...Hello? … Are you there?

[Silence.]

...Is this Julie? This had better not be another game you’re playing! …Oh no, is this a prank call? Is this Barnaby!? Well, I have a prank for you too, you jokester! A lesson!

Frank clears his throat.

Did you know butterflies have their own way of sleeping? It’s not so much sleeping as it is having a rest ! It is always done with their eyes open, too! They also like to rest under leaves as a means of protection from dew or rain drops! Better yet, to hide from larger creatures with an appetite! A bit like you and those horrible hot dogs you love so much.

[Silence. Frank huffs loudly in annoyance.]

Well, whoever this is, I’ll have you know I have better things to do than wait for you to respond! Good bye!

Edd: [The phone rings once before it is picked up.]

Whether letter or parcel, whether rain, snow, or shine, we weather the weather and never decline! This is Eddie Dear of Eddie’s Post office speaking! How can I help you today?

[Silence.]

...Hello? Is anybody there? ...Should I say the jingle again? Okay-

[Eddie clears his throat.]

Whether letter or parcel, whether rain, snow, or shine, we weather the weather and never decline! This is Eddie Dear of Eddie’s Post office speaking! Do you need stamps? I got ‘em! Envelopes and paper? You bet! Markers, crayons, glue, glitter, tape, staples- [Takes a deep inhale to catch his breath.] I got that too!

[Silence.]

[Mumbling] ...I’m starting to think nobody’s there… Wait… I can’t remember if the phone was ringing… Maybe I was going to make a phone call... But who would I call? Well, if you’re there… Uh… Have a good day!

How: [The phone is answered in the middle of the first ring.]

You’re calling Howdy’s Place! The Home of Everything You Need and Everything you don't! Howdy Pillar at your service!

[Silence.]

...Hello? Hello! Listen, pal, time is jokes and if I’m not laughing then I don’t have time! ...Actually, I do have plenty of time in stock, it’s in aisle two next to the bananas. But …I call ‘em cuckoo clocks!

[Howdy Laughs at his own joke, but it becomes softer and more embarrassed as the silence follows.]

...Alright, alright! You’re giving me nothing to work with, buddy! I only deal in funny business and it looks like you’re runnin’ low, pal! So long! You get it? Like a caterpillar! Haha!

Sall: [The phone barely has a chance to ring once before it is picked up.]

Hellooo! You’re talking to the brightest and most stupendous superstar this side of the neighborhood! Sally Starlet!

[A triumphant 'ta-da!' jingle, followed by silence. Sally whispers her next sentence.]

…I said ‘Hellooo!’ That’s your cue!

[Silence.]

…What’s wrong, do you have stage fright? I know, I know, having a star for a neighbor can be so intimidating! She’s so terrific, you’re probably thinking! Phenomenal, staggering, breathtaking- I’m taking the words right out of your mouth, I bet!

[Silence. Sally sighs softly.]

Well, parting is such sweet sorrows, but I must shine my brilliance elsewhere! Why don’t you call me back when you don’t have such cold feet, hm? Farewell!

Pop: [The phone rings twice before it is abruptly picked up.]

Hello, this is the Partridge nest- Or I mean, this is Poppy!

[Silence.]

…Hello? Dear? Are you there? I can’t hear you if you’re speaking! Maybe it is my connection- Oh my feathers, a telephone is so difficult to work with- So many buttons!

[The sounds of shuffling, squawks and noises of tutting can be heard.]

Oh my goodness! I- Oh no, I’ve dropped the telephone on the ground I- Gracious me, there’s birdseed everywhere! I- I will call you back, whoever this is! Oh- My feathers are full at the moment! Don’t worry about me! Have a pleasant day deary-

[A panicked squawk is heard followed by a loud thud. The phone call abruptly ends.]

"EDDIE'S BIG LIFT" STORYBOOK RECORD:SALLY:Well it’s a showstopper of an idea, Julie, I’ll give you that. But I just don’t believe it’s possible!

JULIE: No, it’s true! I swear, I swear!

FRANK: Ohhh, what is it that you two are making a ruckus over this time…?

JULIE: Oh, hi, Frank! I thought you said you were going to spend a quiet morning organizing your bowties!

FRANK: [Dryly] How could anyone effectively organize anything with you two talking so loudly at one another?

SALLY: Our most monstrously marvelous Juliet here insists that the local mailman is enough of a powerhouse to lift every! Single! Neighbor! In the neighborhood!

FRANK: [With the tone of someone who’s heard this before] Oh, Julie, not this again.

JULIE: It’s true, it’s true! Fraaaank, you’ve seen it too!

FRANK: Now, Eddie is… Fairly capable what with carrying all his packages and such around, but--

JULIE: [Loudly Interrupting] So you agree!!

FRANK: I did not say-- Julie, our neighborhood includes the likes of Barnaby and Home, no one could--

JULIE: [Triumphantly shouting] EDDIE! CAN! LIFT! A! HOOOUUUSSSEEE!!

FRANK: I give up.

SALLY: Well, I simply can’t accept such a boast without proof.

JULIE: Oh, I can prove it! Look, here comes Eddie now! Watch this!

FRANK: What do you mean you can prove--

EDDIE: Mail call! I’ve got mail here fo-- oh no

JULIE: [Overlapping him, running off in his direction] EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE, CATCH ME! QUICK! CATCH ME!

[Sound of packages hitting the ground and Eddie going “oof!” as he catches Julie.]

JULIE: TA-DAA!! See? See??

SALLY: [Dismissively] That’s hardly convincing.

FRANK: Yes, I could probably lift you if sufficiently motivated, Julie.

JULIE: [In the tone of a Woman Scorned] And yet you never play “throw-Julie-up-in-the-air-as-hard-as-you-can-and-see-where-she-lands” with me.

FRANK: [in the deadpan of Man Who Is Sick of This Conversation] We’ve talked about this!

SALLY: Well, I’m not convinced. [commanding; Director Mode] Mail-maaan~! Mailman! Center stage, man!

EDDIE: Uh, yes, ma’am--

SALLY: [Snapping her fingers] Up, man! Up! Lift! Higher now-- with your knees-- all the way up-- there!!

EDDIE: [Overlapping with Sally’s directing] What, oh, uh-- yes ma’am!-- [Strained, lifting] oof-- here we go-- uhf-- alrighty-- hup!

[A little “ta-da!!” jingle plays to signify Sally being fully lifted.]

SALLY: Hm. Passable, I suppose. But I’m still not convinced.

JULIE: FRANK NEXT! FRANK NEXT!!

EDDIE: [chipper, Man On The Job] All right then!

FRANK: Don’t you dare.

EDDIE: [Tone exactly the same, backing off] Wouldn’t dream of it!

FRANK: Oh, look! Wally and Barnaby! Let’s pay attention to them instead and leave me well alone!

BARNABY: What’s all the commotion, fellas and fell-ettes?

WALLY: Hi, Julie. Hi, Sally. Hi, Frank. Hi, Eddie. What are you--

JULIE: [interrupting Wally mid-greetings; he keeps going underneath her dialogue] EDDIE! LIFT WALLY INSTEAD!

EDDIE: Oh, okay! Up we go, little buddy- hup!

WALLY: Oh, I’m up here now.

SALLY: [Scoffs] That’s nothing! Wally weighs three apples soaking wet. Here, watch-- mailman, put him down.

EDDIE: Alrighty?

WALLY: I’m on the ground again.

SALLY: And hup!!

[Another “ta-da!!” to signify her lifting Wally.]

WALLY: Oh, and now I’m up again.

BARNABY: Life’s sure got its ups and downs, eh, pal? [less performer-y inflection] Uhh, but seriously, Jules, what’s this new game of yours?

JULIE: It’s not a game! I’m proving to Sally that Eddie can lift everyone in the neighborhood!

BARNABY: Ohhh, why didn’t you say so? Eddie, ya shoulda started with me. Seein’ as I’m such a tiny li’l pooch and all.

EDDIE: [voice wavering, seeing the writing on the wall here] Uhh.

BARNABY: I mean, it wouldn’t be much harder than liftin’ a couple envelopes, huh? Pickin’ up a li’l guy like me. It’s hardly even worth showin’ off at this point, when you’ve already managed guys so much bigger! But might as well just so you can say honestly you’ve managed the full collection, right?

EDDIE: [resigned to What’s Happening] Okay. I figure I can... Yeah, yup, here we-- [grunt of effort] Hup-- all right-- little more--shoo--

[Big, forceful, weightlifter-style exhale as he gets Barnaby lifted; little “woah!” from Barnaby.]

JULIE: [overlapping others] YES!!

SALLY: [overlapping others, little applause] Oh!

FRANK: [overlapping others, accidentally being Genuinely Impressed a second] Oh my.

WALLY: [overlapping others] Oh, now Barnaby’s up there.

[One solid beat. Then, sound of Eddie collapsing and taking Barnaby down with him, with a loud “OOF!” from both of them.]

BARNABY: Wow, uh-- I don’t even got a joke for this one. That was impressive, Ed. You all right?

EDDIE: [out of breath, audibly Not Just Fine] Oh, yep, j-just peachy, Barnaby. Thanks for askin’.

SALLY: Well I still say it’s only just passable. I’ll bet I can do better. [theatrical] Barnaby! Get over here! I’ll bet you I can lift you over my head!!

BARNABY: [in the tone of a man who wants to see how this plays out] Yeah, all right.

FRANK: [sternly] NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. I’m ending this right now!

JULIE: Oooh, let’s go see if Eddie can lift Poppy and Howdy next! We can save Home for the big finish!!

SALLY: Not if I can lift them first!!

BARNABY: Well, I know what I’m doin’ with the rest of my day. C’mon, li’l buddy, let’s catch this show!

WALLY: Eddie’s going to lift up Home? That’s the most. We can go to Howdy’s together and Home can pick out his own hot dog.

EDDIE: [Still out of breath and flat on the ground] Y-y’all go on ahead! I’ll catch up!!

[Long beat. Just Eddie and Frank are left.]

FRANK: [Frank looks down at him, rotating his head a bit as if to shake it.] You always did work too hard.

EDDIE: Wha? Huh?

FRANK: I’m going inside. Enjoy the ground, Mr. Dear.

EDDIE: Alrighty! S-say, uh, before you go, any chance I could get a hand gettin’ up-- [door closing sound] oh, you’re gone. That’s fine! I’ll, uh, get to pickin’ myself up… before the cows come home, heh-heh.

[Visual ID: The camera (?) is staring down at a neatly decorated table, adorned with festive baked goods and candy apples.]

JULIE —And the pumpkin was THIIIIS BIG! I SWEAR I’m not lying! I don’t think I’ve EVER seen a pumpkin that big in my life!

HOWDY You’re yankin’ my antennae’s, Julie! A pumpkin as big as a house seems a little far-fetched, don’tcha think?

FRANK Oh Julie, it was HARDLY as big as a house. It was closer to the size of a refrigerator if you ask me!

JULIE Well that’s just not true! My brother Jonesy saw it himself!! With his own… I forget how many eyes he has! At least two… Maybe three? No no, two..-

HOWDY Well, whether it’s fact or fiction, it’d certainly make for one swell store sale, that’s for sure! I can’t even imagine how much a puppy that size would sell for!

BARNABY [It sounds like he chimes in from across the room, attempting to escape the conversation he is in.] Did somebody say puppy?! Well- I am young at heart!

SALLY [She sounds like she is attempting to chase after Barnaby.] No, nonono— you’re not going anywhere! We haven’t even gotten into the cultural importance of the commedia dell’arte—!

BARNABY Oooh Sally, you’re killin’ me! So much gabbin’ just to explain why you’re dressed like a clown! …Come to think of it, I should’a known earlier— ya do look a bit funny t’me.

POPPY Oh Barnaby! She’s much more complex than that! She’s a… A… oh feathers, what was it…? Oh! Pinocchio! ...Or was it Pistachio?

EDDIE I think ya might be thinkin’ of Pedrolino!

SALLY See? Even the mailman gets it!

EDDIE A’course I do- Wait, was that s’pose to be an insult?

[Visual ID: There is visible distortion to the video. The screen darkens and lightens at random and the screen gets covered in discolored static.]

POPPY Oh yes! That theater clown! Sally, you know I do hate to ruffle anyone's feathers as it were, but why so much the focus on horror for your party? Especially when you are dressed for comedy! I think I much rather have a pleasant chuckle! Why… Maybe a chortle, even!

EDDIE I think Sally’s right, though! What’s livin’ without a little scare every now and again? I had a good time listenin’ to all those Tall Tales for Terror n’ Treats— Or whatever it was that Barnaby called it.

BARNABY Nooope, you’re right, Terror n’ Treats!

SALLY Oh bother— I’ll never get the entirety of this little neighborhood in stardom ! At this rate, we will be the laughing stock of the solar system!

POPPY Oh Sally, dear, don’t doubt yourself… You’re doing a wonderful job— …But I wouldn’t throw the fun of clownery out the window!

[Visual ID: Something… Has happened to the apple. A bite has been taken out of it, I think.]

BARNABY Eheheh, as much as I’m enjoyin’ all this talk of clownin’ around, I better go check on my little apple— and I don’t mean Wally. But ya know what, I also mean Wally.

[Audio ID: Barnaby comes closer.]

BARNABY ‘Ey, how’s my little devil doin’ over ‘ere? You guardin’ my apple for me, pal?

[There is a brief pause. What is he doing.]

BARNABY Oh— heh, I guess ya didn’t do a very good job at it. [Barnaby calls out to the room] Hey! Who took a bite outta my apple? I think I see some fang marks, Frank!

FRANK [Seemingly from across the room.] THESE FANGS AREN’T REAL AND YOU KNOW THAT!

BARNABY Suuuure, sure— that’s what they all say!

[It sounds like Barnaby pats the camera.]

BARNABY Don’t worry though, kid, there’s plenty’a other eats here! What’re you feelin’ hungry for, Wally?

[End of Visual and Audio ID.]

"HAPPY HAUNTING TO BOO AND YOURS" STORYBOOK RECORD:NARRATOR: What a beautiful day in Home, isn’t it, neighbor? Just like every day before today and every day after. But something about today is a little different. Our Sally Starlet might describe it as a spine tingling, bone chilling, and hair-raising sort of day! The sort of day her dear friend Poppy Partridge always dreaded, even as she helped prepare for the celebration.

Yes, that’s right! It was Sally’s favorite holiday- The Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief-Making! A monumental mouthful, if you ask me. But we’ve had our time talking, let’s peer into Poppy’s window to hear about it for ourselves.

SALLY: …Darling, you’ve produced such a dazzling and decadent display— Thank you again for letting me use your not-so-humble abode for my Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief-Making festivities.

NARRATOR: Sally carefully placed down the assorted treats on the table- Some even looked like our neighbors! They ought to make one for the Narrator, though...

POPPY: Why of course, dear! It’s so lovely to help you with your erm, well— Macabre— er, oh my—

SALLY: My Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief-Making, Poppy!

POPPY: …R-Right. [Said very quietly, mostly to herself.] …Does it have to be monstrous…?

SALLY: [Insistently] Poppy! Horror is the backbone of the Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief-Making! It is integral to what makes thespians, such as myself, able to convey true terror on stage! Everyone in Home simply must experience such a sensation for themselves! So today, everyone will be adorning elaborate ensembles outside of their repetitious apparel and become symbols of pure horror!- [Sally stops her theatrical presentation to return to her less passionate speech.] This will surely help them move into stardom as quickly as yours truly!

POPPY: Oh… But you’re dressed as a clown-

NARRATOR: Sally was dressed like a clown.

SALLY: If everyone is going as something they are not, then I must do so in turn! A director does not leave her actors to fend for themselves! So I arrived… As Pedrolino-

NARRATOR: Pedrolino, for those of you who don’t know, is from the commedia dell'arte-

SALLY: [Scoffing] Oh please, dear narrator! Of course they have!

NARRATOR: Of course. Poppy bristled her feather and sighed gently.

POPPY: [She sighs gently.] …I-I’m not quite sure I see the appeal, but… I suppose—

SALLY: Then look with your fantastic feathered soul, Poppy! There is more to understanding horror than sight alone!

POPPY: [She takes a pause. There’s an air of worried skepticism in her tone.] …More than sight alone?

SALLY: [As Sally rambles off the list, Poppy begins making fretful sounds] Why of course! A foul stench… A chill down your spine… A sour taste in your mouth… An unexpected knock at your door—

[A knocking at the door can be heard, followed by a worried squawk from POPPY.]

NARRATOR: Oh- That scared me too!

SALLY: Oh— That must be our esteemed guests! I’ll get it!

NARRATOR: As Poppy returned to fretting and fawning, Sally walked over to the front door to let in the guests. When she opened the door it revealed… Why, none other than our good friends Wally Darling and Barnaby B. Beagle! Wally was dressed in a devilish outfit, while Barnaby was dressed as… As a werewolf!

BARNABY: That’s were-beagle to you, pal!

SALLY: [She opens the door, an extra dramatic flair to her voice.] Welcome one and all! [She notices who is at the door.] Speak of the devil…

WALLY: Hi Sally. I’m a little devil. We’re here for the.. The… Um.

BARNABY: We’re here for terror n’ treats! Now where’s the punchline start?

SALLY: Terror n’ treats?! What is that?! That’s not what my extravaganza is called!

BARNABY: Oh yeah, the invitation said it was a Macaroni Macramé Marmalade Moose? I ain’t sayin’ all’a that, I think Terror n’ Treats is better. It’s got a little genie-say-quoff to it!

SALLY: Wha— t-that’s je ne sais quoi you— You beast!!

BARNABY: That’s Mr.Were-Beagle to you too! Now if you’ll excuse me, I beast be gettin’ a glass of punch! C’mon, little devil.

WALLY: Okay. I like punch.

NARRATOR: Wally and Barnaby made their way around Sally, who scoffed angrily at Barnaby’s joke. It wasn’t long before another knock was heard at the door. When Sally opened it this time, she revealed Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly! Julie was dressed as a witch and Frank was dressed as a vampire. But they also brought a third guest! A tomato encased in a red gelatin! …Ew.

SALLY: Franklin! Juliet! What a dashing couple you two make! Wonderfully witchy and vivaciously vampirific!

FRANK: [Underneath Sally’s greeting, quietly.] That’s not my name—

FRANK & JULIE: [Said in unison.] Ghoulish greetings, Sally!

JULIE: [She does a witchy cackle and wiggles her fingers at Sally.] We’re SO excited to be at your Magnificently Marvelous, Majestically, Mystifying Macabre Menagerie of Momentously Monstrous Mischief-Making Celebration!

FRANK: Yes– and I’ve brought tomato gelatin! See– There’s a whole one inside!

SALLY: [Her tone is stale.] …So you have. How terribly frightful.

FRANK: [Proudly said as he walks inside.] Thank you.

JULIE: I like your clown costume, Sally!

SALLY: Clown-?! It’s pedrolino!

JULIE: [Julie walks past her, unwavering at the correction as she makes her way to the others.] Wiggly worms and giggly grins! Watch out party-goers, Frank and Julie’s coming in!

BARNABY: [From further away] Hey! A witch and a guy with a cape brought more eats!

FRANK: [Frank goes to drop the gelatin off at the snack table, following Julie closely behind.] I’m a vampire! This gelatin is for looks only too, I better not see a bite taken out of it!

NARRATOR: Sally could only shake her head before one final set of knocks rang through the party. It was finally our friends Eddie Dear and Howdy Pillar! Eddie looked quite elaborate with his costume as Frankenstein's monster while Howdy… Howdy wore a bed sheet. Presumably, he’s a ghost.

HOWDY: I worked hard too! You ever tried to use four scissors at once?

SALLY: …Oh please— re-using the same ghost costume from last year, Howardson?

HOWDY: I resent that implication! Last year’s sheet was off-white— this year’s is eggshell white! And look! [A sound effect plays as Howdy wiggles his antennas] Wiggle room for the fellas!

EDDIE: [Tilting his head up to see] Oh! He’s right!

SALLY: Of course— And what of you, mailman? What are you supposed to be?

EDDIE: [Eddie sounds dumbfounded at her question.] I’m… Ya know, that book with the fella brought back from the dead? By the scientist? I worked real hard on this- Ya know, he’s got stitches… A deathly pallor… A bit of a moral conundrum-

SALLY: Yes, yes, of course, mailman! Now come in here, you two, we’re just about to begin the festivities and you’re our last guests!

HOWDY: Well don’t I feel special! Almost makes it worth closin’ the store early!- Is that my favorite regular over there? Gang way!

[Howdy’s shoes can be heard as he barges past Sally and leaves her alone with Eddie at the door.]

EDDIE: Oh, I like your Pedrolino costume, Sally! Ya know, just the other day when it was real slow in the post office, I was doin’ some reading about the Commedia dell'arte and I think it’s just- Oh! Did Frank bring one of his fancy molds again?

SALLY: That’s right, he did, now just come along inside—

NARRATOR: Oh that Eddie could talk! Sally ushered him inside with the others before closing the door behind her. Everyone had made it just in time for the festivities and the scariest part of the day- It was time for the telling of terrific tall tales. The neighbors gathered together in a circle on the floor just as Sally announced storytime with a flashlight in her hand.

SALLY: [Gathering everyone’s attention.] Alright, alright, everyone— I certainly hope you’ve all brought your own terror-filled tall tales for tonight’s Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief-Making—

BARNABY: Tall tales? Heh heh, I only brought one’a them, and it’s right behind me.

WALLY: [Leaning over, slightly hushed.] It looks more like a short tail to me, Barnaby.

SALLY: Oh behave, you two— Now, would anyone like to go first—

JULIE: [She cuts Sally off, waving her hand in the air excitedly.] OOH! OOH! Me–me–meme–me! I’ve got a scary story that’ll make your ears ring with fear!

[She accentuates this with an evil witch cackle! Thunder strikes outside.]

NARRATOR: Julie waved her hand up excitedly and- Was that thunder? It’s a beautiful day outside!

SALLY: [Pleased, she hands Julie the flashlight.] Of course, Juliet. The stage is all yours.

NARRATOR: Julie took the flashlight with a smile and stood before the other neighbors, putting on her spookiest voice.

JULIE: It was a dark and blistery night— or, maybe it was a really nice and sunny day— I can’t remember! Maybe it was a little rainy in the morning and sunny in the afternoon! Who’s keeping track anyways?

FRANK: [Said slightly amused.] You’re keeping track! You’re telling the story!

JULIE: Oh! That’s right. Anyways— [She slips back into her spooky voice.] And on that beautiful, horrifying, dark… sunny… day-night— a squirrel walked by, and—

[Julie suddenly lets out a scream, which elicits a terrified scream from Eddie.]

NARRATOR: Julie let out a scream! It only scared Eddie, though…

SALLY: [Sounding absolutely dumbfounded.] That’s— what was that?!

JULIE: I told you! It’s scary! AND spooky! It’s my scary spooky story!

SALLY: Juliet, that’s hardly a—

JULIE: [Continuing, disregarding Sally’s objections.] And THEN, the squirrel leaned over… and he saw…

[Julie lets out another scream, which elicits yet another horrified yell from poor Eddie.]

NARRATOR: Julie let out another scream! Oh Eddie…

SALLY: Alright, alright! I’m putting a stop to this terrifying train-wreck.

EDDIE: I-I dunno, I thought it was pretty darn scary if ya ask me! I mean, we don’t even know what that squirrel was up to… I don’t like it!

BARNABY: ‘Ey, I’m not sure if it’s bone-chilling, but I’ve got one that’ll tickle your funny bones for sure.

FRANK: [Mad.] NO!

SALLY: Now you listen here–!

NARRATOR: But it was too late- Barnaby took the flashlight from Julie’s hands and held it up to his muzzle like he was holding a microphone!

BARNABY: [Overlapping Sally’s objections.] —So what did a vampire, a zombie, and a ghost say when they walked into the bar?

[Pause for comedic effect.]

They said “owch!” ‘Cept for the ghost— he says it went right through him!

[Rim shot sound effect can be heard, followed by a disappointed sound from Sally and Frank.]

[There is scattered laughter amongst a few of the neighbors. Mostly Julie, Howdy and Eddie.]

WALLY: [Underneath the others’ laughter.] Ha. Ha. Ha. …I don’t get it. Ha. Ha. Ha.

SALLY: That is NOT a tall tale! In fact, it is incredibly short!

WALLY: That’s what I said.

HOWDY: Barn, yanno, I like your style— but I think everyone is bone-tired of the stand-up so maybe ya oughtta sit down and give ol’ Howdy a crack at it! I’ve got a real antennae-shaker for ya!

SALLY: [Said with a dramatic sigh.] Finally, SOMEONE with a tall tale worth trembling over.

NARRATOR: I’m not sure about this one.

HOWDY: You better believe it, Sal! -So there I was at the counter of Howdy’s Place!- The home of everything you need and everything you don’t, by the way- Just mindin’ the shop, wipin’ down the counters as I do. Admiring the array of wonderful products that you, too, can purchase and enjoy—

NARRATOR: I think we ought to save the advertisements for television, Howdy.

HOWDY: You don’t know what you’re missin’! A-hem! Anyways— out of the corner of my eye, there I saw it: a terrifyingly good deal— left unpurchased, sitting on my shelf, taking up valuable real estate!

EDDIE: [gasp of horror] Oh my stars! Not an inefficient use of shelf space!!

HOWDY: Don’t I know it! But it had been there for weeks— unmoving, lowering in value, LOWERING in price! It had to be clearanced! First ten percent, then TWENTY percent— THIRTY, FORTY! FIFTY, SIXTY— until finally… it happened…

EDDIE: [Another startled sound, absolutely flabbergasted!] No—!

HOWDY: That’s right! Not seventy-five, not EIGHTY-FIVE— not even NINETY-FIVE— this must-have item was marked down ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT!

[There is a scream from Julie and Eddie, but a small chuckle coming from Barnaby.]

SALLY: You… can’t be serious!

HOWDY: As serious as a heart attack! I was practically GIVING IT AWAY! But what was the buy of the century left unbought?!

SALLY: [Laced with sarcasm.] I’m… dying to know.

HOWDY: It was… The very sheet I’m wearing!!

EDDIE: [Eddie screams again!] I knew it!!!

HOWDY: Available now for only… For only… 100% off! [Howdy lets out a sound of anguish as he begins to dramatically cry]

NARRATOR: Barnaby patted Howdy on the back as the caterpillar cashier cried into his shoulders. Maybe these stories are starting to get scary…

WALLY: …Sally, may I tell a story?

SALLY: Oh Walliford, go right ahead… I suppose I don’t see the harm, seeing as how everyone else’s stories have been… lacking.

WALLY: Okay. I’m going to tell my story now.

NARRATOR: Wally stood up in front of the rest of the neighbors as Julie had and a hush fell over everyone. He held the flashlight but it… It’s upside down. Barnaby could you turn that rightside- Oh, thank you. Wally held the flashlight under his face as he began his terrifying tale.

WALLY: Yesterday, I went on a walk. I saw a kite, stuck inside of a tree. When I kept walking, I saw Barnaby. He was practicing his ball-balancing tricks. Then, I saw Eddie delivering the mail to Poppy’s house.

[He paused.]

…Oh! I almost forgot. I also saw a bug, sitting on a leaf. It reminded me of Frank. After that, I turned around and went home.

SALLY: …And what part of that story was supposed to be scary?

WALLY: Oh. I don’t know if it was scary. I had a nice day.

FRANK: Well, I liked the part in your story about the bug, Wally.

WALLY: Thank you, Frank.

NARRATOR: Oh, that was it! A quiet fell over the neighbors once more, but this time to watch Sally fume! She was shining brightly, getting more frustrated by the second as she tried to collect herself.

SALLY: [There is now noticeable exasperation in her voice.] …Must I really show you all what the true meaning of terror is? The Macabre Menagerie of Monstrous Mischief-Making is all about thrills and chills, and the fear of what goes BUMP in the night!

BARNABY: Oh, heh, that might’a been me! It was time for my bedtime snack!

SALLY: [With a slight scoff, she proceeds.] You’ll ALL be quivering with fright at my tall tale!

NARRATOR: Sally snatched the flashlight out of Wally’s hands and aimed it underneath her face. Everyone leaned in close to hear.

SALLY: [Sally begins, her tone serious and grave.] Have you ever wondered… Why it is that we stay indoors every night?

BARNABY: To get our beauty rest?

JULIE: So we sing each other good night on the phone before bed?

EDDIE: Oh! So we can sort our stamps!

SALLY: What?! No, no, and no! ...It is because this town is rumored to have visitors at night… Something from deep within the forest, far beyond the hills and mountains… No one knows what it wants or where it’s going, just that it is persistent.. Just that it arrives here.

So many stories have risen about their origins… But I know what it is searching for.

[Sally’s Audio is inaudible. If listeners can make out the audio, please help to decipher it with us and your fellow fans. Thank you.]

POPPY: [Poppy announces herself loudly] I have treats ready!

[Everyone is screaming at perhaps what is the best Halloween ever. Wally’s soft ‘aah’ can be heard.]

NARRATOR: Hoo boy! That had me jump up too! Now that was scary! Just like that, the Macabre Menager… Er… Terror N’ Treats nights was a success for Sally and the neighbors of Home! Who knew Poppy dressed as a Pumpkin with a platter of caramel apples was the scariest part of the night!

POPPY: Certainly not me! Oh, would you care for a candy apple, deary?

NARRATOR: Oh yes, thank you- To all you out there on this Terror N’ Treats night, eat plenty, be merry, and be careful… You never know what will come rustling and scratching into the night! Happy haunting and don’t forget to wave up high!

[The NARRATOR cackles villainously as the audio draws to a close.]

INTERVIEW: INTERVIEWER: -Just wonderful- You sound like you have a lot going on in that neighborhood. In that uh-

WALLY: Welcome Home.

INTERVIEWER: -Yes, yes! That beautiful world of Welcome Home. Since the show’s really taken off, Wally, I’d say you’re quite the popular character now-

WALLY: [Genuinely surprised.] I am?

INTERVIEWER: You are!

WALLY: [Wally laughs and quickly responds.] I am!

[The audience laughs. The interviewer laughs. Wally laughs too.]

INTERVIEWER: Yes- And you’re quite the little charmer too, from what I heard-

WALLY: [Interrupting the interviewer.] -You’re not so bad yourself!

[The audience laughs uproariously again, the interviewer also laughing with them at Wally’s quick-witted remark.]

INTERVIEWER: [Coming down from laughter.] Well, thank you- That’s exactly it! Is that why they call you Wally Darling?

WALLY: They call me Wally Darling because that’s my name.

[The audience laughs again, they’re just eating this up. There's a beat before the interviewer cracking up himself. Wally laughs too, as if on cue.]

INTERVIEWER: [Coming down from laughter again.] That’s true, that’s true! [Pause for audience.] You’re very beloved by a lot of different people now. Do you find yourself in any sort of romances lately, hm?

WALLY: [Flabbergasted] Romance?

INTERVIEWER: Yes- [Whispers to Wally what it means, maybe to be more discreet.] A love life?- Being so popular and all-

WALLY: [Chime in.] Oh no, I don’t know. I love everyone. I love my friends.

INTERVIEWER: Oh? That’s right, you’ve got a lot of friends in that neighborhood- In fact I think you said you brought one in for us to meet. Is that right?

WALLY: Yes, it’s my best friend. He’s my neighbor, too. His name is Barnaby-

BARNABY: [Interrupting as he walks in.] Barnaby B. Beagle! [Quickly said, one after the other] Hey! Who? How? What? Hello! How ya doin’, Rick?

INTERVIEWER: [Said as if to solidify that name in his memory.] Barnaby B. Beagle. Mr. Beagle, a pleasure to have you here.

BARNABY: [Barnaby laughs.] Hey, enough with the formalities- Beagle is my mother’s name, just call me Barn!

INTERVIEWER: Oh is that right? She was a dog too?

BARNABY: Oh no no, she’s a chicken! Ya might’ve heard of her- She’s a real famous lady! She crossed the road once-!

INTERVIEWER: She crossed the road! [Small pause.] What for?

BARNABY: To get to the other side! [He pauses as the audience laughs at such an obvious set up. Barnaby chuckles too as he continues.] They’re still talkin’ about her to this very day!

INTERVIEWER: [Laughing slightly alongside the audience. He repeats Barnaby’s line as if to confirm his words.] To this very day! Wally, you certainly live amongst a colorful array of characters, it’s no wonder you’ve come into stardom recently! So how are you two handling the attention?

BARNABY: I’ve been destined for show-biz since I was just a puppy! What’s a couple more eyes to a well-known comedian like me? As long as they’re not throwin’ tomatoes at me, it sounds like a walk in the park! [Pause for laughter from the audience.] I tell ya, we got a neighbor who's got an arm like a professional baseball player! It’s not easy!

INTERVIEWER: [Laughs] Wow! I've ducked a few tomatoes in my own time. Sounds like a handful, Barn. What about you, Wally? What do you think of all this newfound fame?

WALLY: [Takes a long pause.] I think it’s just the most!

[The audience cheers at hearing his signature phrase before the audio abruptly ends.]

"JUST SO" SONG DEMO:

[The recording is muffled and aged, with occasional dips. It begins with FRANK muttering to himself.]

FRANK: Let's see now.. right over left, under and through, fold on THIS side, down, up and around, pass it through and PULL- there! A perfectly tied Croquet Tie.

[Frank's door swing open. JULIE enters, excited and a little wound up.]

JULIE: Fraaank! Frank!!!

FRANK: Hm? Oh, Hi, Julie- come on in.

[Julie scampers inside, door closing.]

JULIE: Fraaaank, we’re almost ready to start Hula Hoop BOWLING Croquet!

FRANK: I know Julie, it’s just- wait. Bowling? You can’t just keep putting ‘bowling’ in other games, Julie. Remember Bowling Basketball?

JULIE: I sure do! You got mad because Barnaby kept winning.

FRANK: Well, now I have to change.

JULIE: What! Why?!

FRANK: Because now I’m in the wrong bowtie. You’re in your bowling dress, I can’t show up in my croquet bowtie.

JULIE: Ohhh, does it really matter?

FRANK: Of course it matters!

JULIE: Well… Why?

FRANK: It… just wouldn’t be right. It's like- well take our games for example. It wouldn’t be fun if there weren’t rules, right?

[JULIE gasps with delight.]

JULIE: It COULD be.

FRANK: No, no, no, remember what happened when you tried playing ‘Hopscotch To The Max’?

JULIE: I do-ooo.

FRANK: It took us an hour to get you down off Howdys roof, and we still don’t know where the green chalk went...

JULIE: I still won!

FRANK: So you say. But it wasn’t fun for me.

JULIE: Oh, that’s true. You were pretty grumpy, even though you DID help me get all the leaves out of my hair.

FRANK: Exactly. I like it when there’s rules. I like knowing what I’m supposed to be doing. I like it when things are… organized, or. Done right. When things are so… when they’re just…. just…

JULIE: Just… so?

FRANK: Yes! Just so!

[The audio breaks down for a few seconds, with strange noises and a laugh audible, before the recording is fixed and Frank begins singing.]

FRANK: Like the way I tie my bow tie- just so!

JULIE: Oh!

FRANK: I know how to tie the loop around, and exactly how to pull!

JULIE: Or like the way you keep your garden all in rows!

FRANK: Yes! That way I always know, where each plant will grow.

JULIE: I think I get it now! [Increasingly quick and off-meter] You just like everything neat, and tidy, and sure, and careful, and organized in a row, like a bow- just so!!

FRANK: Right! …Sort of. So if you’ll just give me a moment, I can find the RIGHT bowtie, and-

[There’s a knock at the door, oddly slow and non-rhythmic.]

FRANK: Oh for the love of-

JULIE: I’ll get it!

[The door opens.]

JULIE: HI, Wally! Come on in!

WALLY: Hi, Julie. Hi, Frank. Home wanted to know if it can play croquet too.

[The door closes.]

JULIE: Of COURSE!

FRANK: Well I don’t see why not.

WALLY: Oh, swell.

[There’s a beat of silence, while Wally has absolutely no follow up.]

FRANK: Is there something else, Wally?

WALLY: No.

JULIE: Oh, Wally! We were just talking about how Frank likes things Just So.

WALLY: Just so? What’s that mean?

JULIE: It’s, it’s, like… ties and books and game rules and gardens! Get it?

WALLY: …No. But… I’d like to understand.

FRANK: Oh, not you too- it’s just. Well. Think of a box of crayons.

WALLY: Okay.

FRANK: The colors go a certain way?

WALLY: Do they?

JULIE: They do after Frank steals the box when you’re not looking!

FRANK: Julie.

[JULIE giggles.]

FRANK: Maybe you should go get the game set up at Home's front yard.

JULIE: Ohh, good idea! I have to move the croquet hoops and tell Sally we’re moving the opening ceremonies!

FRANK: Thank you Julie- wait, hoops. You’re not using hula hoops, are you-

JULIE: BYEEE FRANK!

FRANK: JULIE YOU KNOW THOSE AREN’T REGULATION-

WALLY: Bye, Julie.

[JULIE exits, giggling until she’s out of earshot]

WALLY: …I don’t mind that you steal my crayons.

FRANK: My point is- it’s like a rainbow. Like how the colors in a rainbow go.

WALLY: Ohhh.

[Frank resumes singing.]

FRANK: I like it best… when red goes in front of the rest. And the colors all stay inside the lines! When each and every hue, from orange yellow green and blue,

WALLY: …and purple?

FRANK: RIGHT! Sometimes things have an order that their context, demands-

[The door SLAMS open.]

BARNABY: AND EVERYBODY LOVES THE WAY I WEAR BOOTS ON MY HAAAAAANDS

FRANK: BARNABY! WHAT are you- its not even RAINING, why are you wearing those?

BARNABY: Ain’t Crow-kay the one where you ride horses? I’m the horse.

FRANK: No that’s Polo-

BARNABY: Marco.

[Frank makes a frustrated noise.]

FRANK: Why are you here.

BARNABY: Came t’ get Wally!

WALLY: Hi, Barnaby.

BARNABY: Hiya, Wally.

WALLY: We’re singing a song, Barnaby.

BARNABY: Hey, I know one of those!

FRANK: No.

[Barnaby begins singing a completely different tune.]

BARNABY: When all you got is your fleas, and you’re down on your knees That’s a dog’s day, Ain’t that the way-

FRANK: OUT.

WALLY: Aw. I wanted to learn the colors.

FRANK: Wally, I think you already know the colors.

WALLY: …I could hear them again.

BARNABY: Yeah Frank, which one’s orange again? [sounding genuinely confused] Am I orange?

FRANK: Out.

BARNABY: Now I’ll never know.

WALLY: Aren’t you coming to play croquet with everyone?

FRANK: I would already be ready if everyone would leave me be so I could finish getting dressed.

[Beat.]

BARNABY: …now don’t take this the wrong way from the dog who don’t wear pants but. What’s missin’?

FRANK: My Bowtie.

[BARNABY mock gasps.]

BARNABY: Wally, don’t look! He’s INDECENT!

FRANK: OUT.

[Barnaby chortles, and the pair leave.]

WALLY: Bye, Frank.

[Frank closes the door and breaths an exhausted sigh. Immediately a distinct cartoon knock sounds- shave and a hair cut.]

HOWDY: Howdy Dooo! Howdy Pillar here-

FRANK: Oh no, Howdy, not now-

HOWDY: Come in? Don’t mind if I do!

[On Howdy's final line, the recording rapidly slows and breaks down, ending suddenly with the sound of a record needle.]

HOWDY: Howdy-do, fellas! What can I get for you two today?

BARNABY: Hiya Howdy, I think we’re gonna enjoy ourselves the usual.

HOWDY: A usual for my usuals? Comin’ right up, pal-ly!

WALLY: The usual? I thought we were getting hot dogs.

BARNABY: That is our usual, little buddy, it means somethin’ you and me get all the time! Kinda like our morning perusal.

WALLY: You mean our walk?

BARNABY: Yeah, but I like perusal better! Makes me feel like a fancy, high-class pooch! A pedigree with some degrees, if you will.

WALLY: Oh.

HOWDY: Alrighty! I gotta bloodhound in a whirlwind of trouble and an old reliable dog! So what’s the gaff today, Barn?

BARNABY: I got a good one that’s been brewin’ in this pot of mine all day! What do you call a caterpillar after a month-long nap? A butterfly! But if you ask me, I’d call the poor guy a doctor!

[Howdy laughs comically and over the top, slapping the counter. Wally laughs too, announcing the words, “ha ha ha,” out loud.]

HOWDY: That’s a hoot! A holler even! You always never disappoint! Say, Wally, what about you? You got any silly yarns for me today?

WALLY: No, but I have a joke.

[Howdy laughs again, shaking his head.]

BARNABY: What’d I tell you? He’s a natural and that was just a taste! Go on, kid.

WALLY: Okay. How does Barnaby eat his hot dog?

HOWDY: How?

WALLY: He relishes it!

[Howdy laughs heartily as he did the first time, slapping the counter top. Barnaby laughs too.]

HOWDY: He sure does! Boy, you’re getting the hang of this funny business, Walls! It won’t be long before you’re the one paying for these hot dogs!

WALLY: That’s okay, I like when Barnaby buys them.

BARNABY: It’s like ya said, Howdy, we’re a couple’a usuals who know what we like.

JULIE: [Excitedly and quickly] Frank, Frank, Frank! Oh Frank, won’t you play a game with me?

FRANK: Oh, Julie, good morning. No, I can’t right now. I’m watering my plants, see?

JULIE: I do see! I hear them too! Gee, they sure have a lot to say!

FRANK: [Baffled] What? My Sole and Lyco? What are they saying to you?!

JULIE: [Interrupting him.] Oh, ssh, ssh! Hold on just a second, Frank! They’re telling me right now! ….Mhm… Uh-huh… Oh? Oh! I see- Oh, you don’t say!

[Julie continues to speak to the plants through affirmative sounds. Frank nervously mumbles and tuts from behind her.]

FRANK: Well? What did they say?

JULIE: Your tomatoes think you have a very love-o-ly bowtie today!

FRANK: They do?-

[Frank stops mid-sentence to lean towards the tomatoes and mumble a soft, “thank you,” before returning his attention to Julie.]

FRANK: What else are they saying?

JULIE: Well- they also think your marigolds could be a little merrier! But I wouldn’t say that in front of your flowers!

[Frank pauses again to look at his tomatoes, this time mumbling, “I’m sorry, I’ll see what I can do.”]

JULIE: They also had one last thing to say…. They think… That you’ve done such a good job gardening… That you should go play jump rope with Julie to celebrate!

[Frank sighs loudly in exasperation as Julie laughs.]

FRANK: [Distressed.] Oh Julie! You were fibbing about the tomatoes telling you all that, weren’t you!?

JULIE: No, Frank, I was telling the truth! Honest! Your marigolds really are very, very rude!

EDDIE: Mail call! I got mail here for Ms. Partridge!

SALLY: I’ll be taking that!

EDDIE: Pardon me for askin’ but-

SALLY: You’re pardoned.

EDDIE: Well, I could have sworn this was Poppy’s barn! I might’ve made a wrong turn at that game of hopscotch outside of Julie’s house! Those games always get me turned around…

SALLY: Of course this is her barn, mailman! But she just so happens to have her feathers full at the moment!

POPPY: Hello, dearie! I’m right here- At least, I think I am- Oh goodness, it’s hard to see past all this yarn!

EDDIE: [Mumbled] Oh darlin’, what has she got you wearing?

SALLY: Can’t you see she is a beautiful beanstalk? The perfect outfit for the star of my next play!

POPPY: Oh yes! I forgot to ask what role this is for… It was a bit sprung on me.

SALLY: It is for Jack and the Beanstalk, obviously! But I have taken some artistic liberties of course- I call this rendition, Sally and the Beanstalk!

EDDIE: Oh boy…. So Sally and the Beanstalk is a little like that story about that fella who traded some cows for a couple’a beans? The same beans that eventually grow into a giant beanstalk he decides to climb up?

SALLY: Yes!

POPPY: [Whispering fearfully] …Climbed…?

EDDIE: And then he runs into that big and mean ol’ giant at the top? The very same who chases after Jack all the way to the bottom?

SALLY: Yes, yes!

POPPY: [Whispering even more frantically] …G-Giant…?!

EDDIE: And when Jack gets to the bottom, doesn’t he cut down that beanstalk with a big axe?

SALLY: Yes, yes, that’s exactly it! But it will be yours truly as the one with the big axe instead!

POPPY: [Louder and afraid] Big axe?!

[Poppy lets out a dramatic squawk and faints with a loud thud.]

SALLY: Oh Poppy, don’t worry! After some rehearsals, you will feel as strong and sturdy as the role you were born to play!

#welcome home

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(🧂 What is a staple in your kitchen?)

MUNDAY TIME!

Well as you all might know I go to a local college so I don’t dorm, I.E I still live with my parents. So this is less a staple in my kitchen and more something we have that I use frequently lol.

Everything bagel seasoning is one of my favorite things ever. And not just because of the Everything Bagel from EEAAO, oh no, although that certainly helped. I just love the blend of seasonings and how they taste. I love sesame seeds, poppy seeds, and salt all separately, so it makes sense. Whenever we have a container I put it on my toast, muffins, and bagels for breakfast…the one thing I don’t put it on is an actual everything bagel. That would be too much 🤣

My Mom gets me, too. She’s started making oven-baked homemade fries lately that are really good and crispy and she always, always puts the seasoning on them. And they are even better with the seasoning 😊

Now as long as there’s a place that sells cheap everything bagel seasoning wherever I move to after college I’ll be set lol

#(the everything bagel in EEAAO actually looks more like a donut than a bagel. anyway!)#(thank you so much for the ask! you’re a great partner 😁)#WANNA MAKE A [deal]?-asks and submissions #STRING PULLER-out or character

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Healthy and delicious pumpkin recipes

The beneficial properties of pumpkin are largely due to the high content of carotenoids. In addition, pumpkin contains a lot of fiber and vitamins.

But it is important to know how to cook a pumpkin in order to preserve the maximum of its benefits. You can cook both the first, second, and dessert dishes from pumpkin.

With the onset of autumn, we have a particularly warm relationship with pumpkin: its cheerful red color, nutmeg spirit and sweetness help to cheer up. In cooking , pumpkin is applied: she can equally well as a vegetable — in soups and salads, and fruit — in all kinds of desserts.

Where her ability to gain sweetness and caramelize on fire comes in especially handy. A variety of shapes and colors allows you to make different recipes with pumpkin.

Large and round pumpkin fruits with their slightly watery flesh are better put on hot substantial stews with meat and cereals. And small nutmeg pumpkins are suitable for frivolous donuts, porridges and biscuits.

(1) - "Pumpkin belongs to the family Cucurbits, an economical vegetable that is globally cultivated. Different pumpkin fruit parts (seeds, peels, and flesh) are rich sources of micro and macro nutrients, including carbohydrates, fiber, amino acids, MUFA, PUFA, tocopherol, and carotenoids. The presence of various bioactive phytochemical compounds in pumpkin showed health-promising properties and may be used as an ingredient of choice in functional foods and pharmaceutical products. All of these components have an essential role in the body’s normal mechanism, and thus can aid in treating several diseases as functional therapeutic agents. Previous studies confirmed the significant role of pumpkins in managing and treating diabetes, cancer, liver disorders, cardiovascular diseases, and depression. Additionally, the use of cucurbits species as antioxidant, antimicrobial, anti-inflammatory, and anti-ulcerative properties has also been reported by researchers."

#1. Pumpkin, cottage cheese and sunflower muffins

Snack cheese muffins with pumpkin, quite hearty and mega-healthy. You can take them with you as a snack.

Ingredients for 6 servings: Pumpkin 17.64oz Chopped green onion 2 tablespoons Chicken eggs 6 pcs. Cottage cheese 3 tablespoons Whole grain flour 8.82oz Parmesan 3 tablespoons Sunflower seeds 2 tablespoons Poppy 1 tablespoon Olive oil 2 tablespoons

Instruction:

Cooking time 40 minutes

Preheat the oven to 356F and grate the pumpkin. Chop the onion. Combine pumpkin, onion, eggs, cottage cheese, flour, butter. Grate most of the parmesan. Mix thoroughly.

Put squares of parchment (or muffin molds) into muffin molds. Spread the dough into molds. Grate the parmesan on top, sprinkle with seeds and poppy seeds. Put in the oven for 45-50 minutes. Enjoy your meal!

#2.Pumpkin pizza with chicken

This recipe is also good because it allows you to cook a beautiful and extraordinary dish that looks interesting on the table.

Ingredients for 6 servings: Pumpkin 5.29oz Zucchini 3.53oz Chicken eggs 2 pcs. Chicken fillet 7.0oz Salt to taste Cheese 5.29oz Tomatoes 2 pcs. Ground hot pepper to taste Flour 5.29oz Provencal herbs to taste Chopped greens 1 tablespoon Baking powder ½ tsp

Instruction:

Cooking time one hour 40 minutes

Grate the squash and pumpkin, add a little salt, squeeze out the excess juice. Add 1 egg, flour, baking powder, mix everything. Put the resulting mixture on parchment in the form of a circle.

Sprinkle with herbs on top. Lubricate the surface with a little beaten 1 raw yolk. Spread the tomato slices on top. Cut chicken fillet into small cubes, send tomato, salt, pepper, Provencal herbs to taste on top (I have Italian herbs).

Put the pizza in the oven, preheated to 356F for 30 minutes. Grate the cheese, after the time has elapsed, distribute it over the entire surface of the pizza and leave to bake in the oven for 7-10 minutes, until it melts.

Cool the finished pizza slightly, cut into pieces. Enjoy your meal!

#3. Pumpkin souffle pie

This pie is delicious!

Ingredients for 6 servings:

Cottage cheese filling: Ricotta 14.11oz Chicken eggs 2 pcs. Sugar 2 tablespoons Potato starch 1 tablespoon

Dough: Sugar 2 tablespoons Chicken eggs 1 pc. Flour 7.0oz Baking powder 1 teaspoon Butter 3.53oz

Pumpkin filling: Pumpkin 14.11oz Chicken eggs 2 pcs. Sugar 1 tablespoon Potato starch 1 tablespoon

Instruction:

Cooking time one hour 40 minutes

Prepare the dough. Melt the butter, cool slightly and mix with the egg and sugar. Add flour with baking powder and knead the dough well. Preparing the dough as usual in a blender. The dough turns out very nice! Put the dough on the surface and roll out on a sheet of baking paper.

Put the dough on paper in a detachable baking dish. Put it in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.

Grate the pumpkin on a coarse grater and boil for about 5 minutes in a small amount of water, stirring. Cool and drain excess liquid. Grind to a puree in a blender. Add two yolks, sugar and starch. Mix it up. Separately, beat the whites to peaks and enter into the pumpkin, stirring with smooth movements.

You can also accurately prepare the ricotta filling. Mix with egg yolks, sugar and starch. At the end, enter the whipped whites! Both fillings are ready. Turn on the oven to warm up at 356F. Get the dough form out of the refrigerator and put pumpkin and cottage cheese fillings alternately in the center of the pie with spoons. Alternate until the ingredients are finished. Make sure that the filling does not go over the sides of the pie.

Cover the pie with parchment paper and bake in a preheated oven for 35 minutes. After the time has elapsed, remove the paper and bake for about 15 minutes at a temperature of 320F degrees. Keep an eye on your oven, but my pie is perfectly baked following exactly these baking recommendations.

Take the finished cake out of the oven and cool it. Already a little cooled down, the pie is quite easy to get out of the mold. Serve cold (although still a little warm, it's delicious). Enjoy your meal!

#4. The most delicate pumpkin cupcake with citrus fudge

In most recipes, the pumpkin is first stewed or baked. Here you just need to grate the raw pieces on a fine grater. The most delicate cupcake, juicy and very tasty!

Ingredients:

For the test:

Pumpkins 7.0oz Flour 8.82oz Sugar 5.29oz Large eggs 4 pcs Vegetable oil 3.53oz Baking powder 1 teaspoon Vanilla to taste Cinnamon to taste A pinch of salt

For orange fudge: Orange Juice 3.53oz Sugar 2 tablespoons Butter 2 tablespoons 1 teaspoon potato or corn starch Nuts to taste

Instruction:

Cooking time 45 minutes

To begin, grate the pumpkin on a fine grater. Beat the eggs with sugar until creamy and white. Add pumpkin and vegetable oil to the eggs, without ceasing to beat. Then reduce the speed, add the sifted flour with baking powder, cinnamon and a pinch of salt, vanilla, beat until the dough is smooth.

Pour the dough into a cake pan and bake for about 45 minutes until the stick is dry. Prepare the glaze, combine the juice with sugar and butter, put on fire, heat up.

Take a cup, add starch, pour some juice there, mix, then pour into orange juice with butter and cook until thickened. Pour the finished cupcake with fudge and sprinkle with nuts. Enjoy your meal!

#5. Pumpkin pie

Autumn is the time of pies. We advise you to try this simple recipe for baking with pumpkin. We offer you an unusually tender, airy and fragrant pie.

Ingredients for 5 servings: Dough: Flour 10.58oz Butter 5.29oz Water 7 tablespoons Salt to taste Sugar 1 tablespoon White chocolate 1.76oz Bitter black chocolate 1.76oz

Filling: Pumpkin 10.58oz Chicken eggs 2 pcs. Condensed milk 3 tablespoons Powdered sugar 2 tablespoons Ground cinnamon 1 teaspoon Ground nutmeg 1/2 teaspoon Liquid honey 2 teaspoons

Instruction:

Cooking time one hour 40 minutes

Half of the pumpkin, cut into two parts. Cover the baking sheet with parchment. Put the pumpkin skin down, grease the pulp with honey and put it in a preheated oven to 392F for 30-40 minutes.

Then add 1 tablespoon of water, and mix the dough. Water should be added carefully until the dough begins to gather into a lump. Next, wrap the dough in a film and put it in the refrigerator for an hour.

While the dough is resting, the pumpkin is baked. For the filling, you will need baked pulp. Put it in a deep bowl, and puree with an immersion blender.

Add condensed milk, nutmeg and cinnamon to the puree. Mix with a whisk. We put powdered sugar and eggs. And again mix thoroughly with a whisk. We cover the split form with parchment and put the dough into it. We level the sides with our hands.

Pour the filling on top. And put it in a preheated 356F oven for 45 minutes. Let the cake cool completely, and only then remove the ring. We decorate and fantasize the pie. Enjoy your meal!

(1) - Nutritional Value, Phytochemical Potential, and Therapeutic Benefits of Pumpkin. Maria Batool, Muhammad Modassar Ali Nawaz Ranjha, Ume Roobab, Muhammad Faisal Manzoor, Umar Farooq, Hafiz Rehan Nadeem, Muhammad Nadeem, Rabia Kanwal, Hamada AbdElgawad, Soad K. Al Jaouni, Samy Selim, and Salam A. Ibrahim.

https://elenasunshinemagazine.com/cooking/healthy-and-delicious-pumpkin-recipes/

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