Wholesome butter churning
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Mrs. Elvin Wilkins demonstrating how to churn butter next to her wood stove in 1939 Granville county North Carolina. My great aunt (who was born in Kentucky) didn't churn her own butter, but she did cook on a wood stove up until the early 1970's. I can tell you it made for DELICIOUS meals, but cooking was much more of an endeavor compared to what we do today.
See how technology has changed over the years with this collection of photos on AncientFaces
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She sure is enjoying herself
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They will never forget about that.
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Chapter 1: How Narinder Takes His Tea
The Lamb has defeated The One Who Waits and inducted him into their cult, and they aren't sure what to think about that. As they get a grip on their new godhood, they realize they need his expertise and allyship, but since they've robbed him of his last flicker of hope, tipping the scales in their favor isn't going to be an easy feat.
As Narinder, formerly The One Who Waits, adjusts to mortal life, he's unwilling to let the Lamb's claim on his crown remain unchallenged. With the Lamb at his side, and his emotional turmoil cloaked beneath a thick layer of divine rage for a millennium, their rivalry shifts to an arrangement neither of them can quite pinpoint. The Lamb meets his sharp anger with outward mercy, bitter as they still may be at his betrayal. It's the complete opposite of everything he's learned should be true.
A "director's cut" rewrite of the slow-burn, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers series I originally posted in the fandom's very early days, this revamped multichapter fic complicates the original plot elements and character dynamics, incorporates new Relics of the Old Faith content, and commemorates every moment I've cherished writing for my readers, for my new best friends, and for myself.
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Butter churning for Eurovision is really like purple guy for fnaf fans. Always comes back. But for real. It’s just one good gag huh
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I spent the summer staying in
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There's something so insane to me about being able to create and recreate vintage or even ancient music, clothes, fabrics, building architecture, anything, really.
I watched this video about a lady who knit a WWII-era vest, and it was really unique, because the cable work would eat up yarn, when there were shortages of fibers. This pattern would have likely been used by people to send overseas to soldiers, and now it's being created in a time where this war has been over for generations. What were the people making this pattern thinking of? What about the people making the vest? Could they fathom a world where world wars didn't happen back to back? Could they imagine what peace felt like, or did it fade like a distant memory, a faint friend? All we have now are the remnants of their efforts, a "simple" vest that would warm the bodies of countless people the knitter would never have imagined were here on earth with them.
We're reaching across time to learn about other people - we're reaching our hands out just to grasp anything tangible. And when we've take hold of something, all we can do is say I love you I love you I love you
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kendall…..kendall refusing to grieve this season and instead focusing all his energy on acquiring waystar because he thinks that’s what’s gonna fill the whole in his chest being caused by the grief
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the dunmeshi opening makes me want to do a lil irish jig anytime i hear it
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Healthy Caramel Ice Cream Bars (Vegan, No-Churn)
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