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usnatarchives · 3 months

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A Culinary Journey Through Presidential History 🥪🍰🍽

Delving into the culinary history of the White House is a fascinating exploration of taste and tradition. This article embarks on a delicious journey through time, highlighting five remarkable recipes from the kitchens of past U.S. Presidents and First Ladies. These recipes not only offer a taste of history but also reflect the diverse palates and influences that have graced the Presidential table.

Bess Truman's Bing Cherry Mold

Bess Truman, known for her skill and style in the kitchen, contributed a variety of recipes that satisfied many. Among these, the Bing Cherry Mold stands out. This dessert, a perfect blend of sweetness and texture, reflects the simplicity and elegance of the Truman era. Truman had specific dietary preferences, famously disliking onions, and maintaining a healthy diet, but this dessert was a family favorite, indicating a balance between health and indulgence.

Rosalynn Carter's Plains Cheese Ring

Rosalynn Carter's Plains Cheese Ring is a savory delight that hails from the Southern culinary tradition. This cheese appetizer, named after the Carter's hometown in Georgia, is a testament to Rosalynn's commitment to bringing a touch of home to the White House. Its rich, creamy texture paired with the tang of sharp cheddar and the sweetness of strawberry preserves, offers a unique and memorable flavor experience.

Laura Bush's Cowboy Cookies

First Lady Laura Bush’s Cowboy Cookies are a testament to her Texas roots. These chunky, flavorful cookies, packed with oats, nuts, coconut, and chocolate chips, offer a hearty taste of the American Southwest. They were notably a part of her husband's Presidential campaign, symbolizing warmth and hospitality.

Dwight D. Eisenhower's Apple Pie

President Eisenhower was not only a leader but also an enthusiastic cook, particularly known for his apple pie. His version of this classic American dessert is said to be a delightful mix of sweetness and spice encased in a perfectly flaky crust. This pie represents Eisenhower's love for simple, home-cooked meals, a contrast to his high-profile public life.

Gerald Ford's Red Flannel Hash

Gerald Ford's Red Flannel Hash is a colorful, comforting dish that combines cooked beets, potatoes, and corned beef. This dish, with its vibrant red hue and hearty ingredients, is a nod to Ford's Midwestern roots and a symbol of the simple, wholesome American fare.

www.fordlibrarymuseum.gov/library/document/0126/1489765.pdf

Exploring these recipes is not just about the flavors and ingredients; it's a journey through the different eras of American history, each dish telling a story of the time and the people in the White House. From the elegance of Bess Truman's desserts to the rustic charm of Laura Bush's Cowboy Cookies, these recipes offer a delectable glimpse into the nation's past, one plate at a time.

#Food #FoodHistory #Cuisine #FirstLadies #PresidentialHistory #History #NationalArchives

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fox-bright · 4 months

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Requisite Yearly We Do Not Buy from Baker Creek post

It's seed catalog time! One of my favorite times of year, honestly. While my garden mostly sleeps, full of dry leaves and fluffed-up birds and cold breezes, I'm indoors contemplating tomato varieties and telling myself that *this* will at last be the year I get the peas in on time.

As it is that appointed time, my usual yearly reminder: don't buy from Baker Creek!

Baker Creek are racist, fascist assholes! They intended to platform Cliven Bundy at their yearly conference, and Native seedkeepers have said that Baker Creek stole from them (and sell the product of that theft). They did a For Ukraine fundraiser that actually went to a far-right Ukrainian organization invested in obliterating LGBT rights.

Baker Creek might have some fun varieties of seed, but I can very nearly guarantee that if you see something there you want, I can find it or an analogue for you somewhere else.

Here's a selection of seed companies I personally have bought from, or people I trust have recommended; there will be a secondary and possibly tertiary reblog, since Tumblr only allows me to do ten links at once. If there's a company you've bought from and liked, please leave a review for them in the comments! What did you get, what did you like, how was the germination? Native Seed Companies: (please, please feel free to add more in comments to this post)

Companies Specializing in Native Pollinator Plants and Seed:

New to me last year, but HIGHLY RECOMMENDED seed preservation company (they have an incredible selection! My 2023 germination of their seed was like 98%! But they only accept paper order forms):

Cool weird nightshades, I got a bunch of dwarf tomato seeds from them last year and THEY didn't suffer from peppergate because they're a small company that does a lot of their own seed:

A list of ten more companies or so, which I buy from every year, will follow in a reblog in about two minutes; please share that one instead of this one.

#fox grows #fox gardens #gardening #baker creek #seed companies

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thehopefuljournalist · 9 months

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This article isn't solely about the environment, but some of the things there are, so I'll summarize them for you :)

Bhutan and India boosted tiger numbers

According to Bhutan's latest tiger census, tigers have increased their population from 103 to 131 since 2015 - which is a rise of 27 per-cent.

This follows the country's major interventions to help the wild tiger population, including community based tiger conservation programmes, habitat improvement and human-wildlife conflict management projects.

Tigers are, of course, still at risk, but Bhutan's dedication to help and preserve their population is inspiring.

India has also reported a six pre-cent rise in their wild tiger population since last year. The country is believed to be populated by 3,682 tigers now.

Germany’s €49 travel pass

A part of a green new policy in Germany, a €49 (£42)-a-month pass allowing unlimited travel on buses and trains in Germany.

This will result in about 25 per-cent rise (per year) in the numbers of people choosing public transport instead of cars - a low carbon way of transport (according to the national rail operator Deutsche Bahn (DB)).

The Deutschlandticket launched on 1 May as a plan to lower the cost of living and encourage people to take the train instead of driving.

It seems to already have some great results: The Association of German Transport Companies says that almost 10 million people had used the pass by the end of June. DB has also said that trains to holiday destinations were busier this summer.

UK crop yields rose despite a fall in fertiliser use

New data from the UK’s Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs (Defra) revealed that UK crop yields rose last year, despite a sharp decline in fossil fuel fertiliser use. Many believed that these fertilisers were necessary, but this data proves that belief wrong.

According to Defra, wheat, barley, oilseed rape and sugar beet yields rose by 2.4 per cent in 2022, while fertiliser use fell by a reported 27 per cent.

These artificial fertilisers are made using natural gas, and because the prices soared in 2022, following Russia's invasion of Ukraine, farmers had to either use much less of them, or embrace more natural alternatives.

England’s plastic bag charge was hailed a success

Since the government in England forced supermarkets to charge 5p a plastic bag, there's been a 98 per-cent reduction of single use plastic bags.

That’s according to figures from the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs, which introduced the charge in 2015, then increased it to 10p in 2021.

Environmental campaigners welcomed the figures, but urged the UK government not to row back on other green policies, including a deposit return scheme for plastic bottles and rules to make plastic producers contribute to clean-up costs. Both policies have been delayed until 2025.

Have a good weekend everyone!

Let me know, what good news have yo read or heard about lately?

#climate change #climate #hope #good news #more to come #climate emergency #news #climate justice #hopeful #positive news

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aceofshitposts · 1 year

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Have you considered... JayTim cabinfic? 👀 👀 👀

i'm considering it as we speak

It's supposed to go like this: Tim is working a case tracking down a corrupt politician. Said politician is also part of one of Jason's human trafficking cases.

Who is also taking a very convenient vacation into the mountain wilderness where he will be attending a conference.

Timothy Drake-Wayne will also be in attendance with his body guard.

They attend the conference, bust the human trafficking and are home before the holidays.

What it actually goes like is this: Tim and Jason arrive to the resort village where this is supposed to go down just in time for a freak blizzard to blow in, dropping the temperatures enough to rival a Mr Freeze incident.

The politician's flight is cancelled along with the conference, losing both Tim and Jason months of work.

Now they're stuck together in an overpriced two room cabin, being told the storm will blow over any day now.

That was three days ago.

Which would be fine, Tim has certainly been through worse except...

Well. He must have some kind of cabin fever from being stuck in such a small space with Jason because Jason keeps...

(This is the part of the story where is Tim was trying to retell this to the family Jason would helpfully interject with, "being nice? Attempting to hit you over the head with hints?" and Tim would turn beet red and tell him to shut up.)

They've barely argued the entire time, Jason insisted on making all the food (and thank god for all the food these rich resorts would stock the fridges with despite knowing most rich people would just end up eating at the various resort restaurants) and he keeps goddamn smiling at Tim.

Maybe they're both suffering from cabin fever, actually.

The power hasn't gone out yet at least; due to the underground electrical grid to "preserve" the view although every communication tower and wifi signal in the area is kaput. Which gives them plenty of opportunity to watch the ample DVD collection that Tim is half convinced is only there for aesthetic purposes.

There's everything anyone could ever want here from explosion heavy action movies, to comedy to the complete collection of Saw movies.

Somehow though, they've ended up steadily making their way through various romantic holiday movies.

"She reminds me of you," Jason says about the plucky, career oriented female lead who was currently oblivious to the male leads obvious flirting.

Tim snorts. "I'm not like that."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Jason mutters, frustration obvious even as he keeps his eyes trained on the screen. Plucky female lead throws the coffee cup with male lead's phone number written on it in the trash, never even noticing the number was there.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tim snarls, turning to sit sideways on the couch so he can round on Jason. Why would he be choosing now of all times to start picking a fight? Is this about something with the case? If it was why wouldn't Jason say anything sooner--

"How many times do I have to walk around shirtless after a shower or give you heart shaped pancakes for you to get it? We're sitting here watching romance movies."

What?

"I thought the pancakes were just a fluke?"

Jason barks out a laugh, head dropping to his hands.

"Once is a fluke, Tim, I made heart shaped pancakes three days in a row."

There really isn't anything Tim could possibly say to save face at this moment.

Unfortunately, neither his brain or mouth get that message and he says, "oh, shit."

They truly are both afflicted with cabin fever at this point because Jason starts laughing, gasping for air and shoulders shaking with his head still covered by his hands.

Tim hiccups once before he's laughing too, gripped by the absolute madness that is his life.

"You're an idiot," Tim says five minutes later through more hiccups.

"Me?! You're the one who wilfully ignored heart shaped pancakes!"

"Fine, we're both idiots. You" - Tim emphasizes this by reaching over to punch Jason in the shoulder - "could've just said something, though."

"So, you're saying I should have dyed the pancakes red?" Jason asks with a smirk that Tim wipes off his face by launching himself at Jason and kissing him.

#astrix writes #jaytim #jason would be the one who makes a boiled egg with a note that says 'i love you' in it #and tim would be the one who says 'aw i love you too egg'#anyway they're stupid your honour #also the 'im considering it as we speak' is an obscure reference to the first make some noise on game changer #because i think about 'did you factor in the antlers' 'i'm factoring them in as we speak' at least once a day #a joke made purely for me and me alone

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luna-the-bard · 28 days

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👁️👁️teeny tiny giant infodump about terranian foods

* Skeets has never had chicken noodle soup before Samus made it for her when she was sick

* Terranian cultures have broths and soups, but they’re usually veggie soups with lots of turnip & potato-like veggies/starches. That’s not to say they can’t add meat in them - but there’s only one species of chicken exists around these parts (the Big Blue Dinochicken), so it’s off limits.

Some soups have grain in them, too - mix some potatoes and buckwheat together in poultry/meat broth, add some other vegetables to it like carrots, and maybe even some meatballs if you’re feeling fancy (the ones that are specifically for soup, they’re different), and you have yourself a pot full of nutritious deliciousness.

The broths themselves are usually a lot spicier than one might be used to, and oftentimes have stuff like ginger or seafood-related products like seaweed in them. Those make things a bit more flavorful - since terranians can’t really taste spice, they go for sour or salty tastes when they want to make something less bland.

They also have lots of herbal tea blends, caffeinated and not. Terran tea has to be brewed ice-cold, the temperature of that water being crucial to the leaves releasing the light toxins stored within them, and a cold drink is usually well-appreciated in a warm climate like Te’rra’s.

There’s a kvas-like (carbonated fermented non-alcoholic drink) beverage that can be made at home from concentrate or from scratch. Put it in a big pot/bucket with a lid and let it stand in the shade for a couple days, and you’ll have yourself something nice and refreshing to sip on during the hot day cycle.

* Anyways the chicken noodle soup became an act of care for Skeets, like it becomes for a lot of people that were fed it when they would get sick. Also both Skeets and Samus add diced Swiss cheese to it because it’s delicious and I said so.😒

Terranians have many delicious stew recipes. The most popular ones are beef veggie stews (whatever equivalent to beef Te’rra has to offer, anyway), and several types of shepherd’s pie (which also utilizes terran beef; it’s easier sourced than the elusive poultry).

There is a number of pickled vegetables that are popular on Te’rra, and some pickled fruit, but I personally only care about pickled cucumbers bc those are superior. Also Skeets is mildly allergic to pickled beets.

Preserved fruit is mostly peaches and a crunchy apple-like fruit named grabi (because the shrub it grows on feeds on small animals via grabbing and entangling them in its branches, to prepare for digestion).

Speaking of flora, because the plants are so springy and often dense (aside from nectar flowers/honeyplants, which have a mushy inside - in case of being squished, it feeds the soil and attracts insects with its smell so they can spread the pollen/seeds), a lot of veggie dishes have to be steamed, stewed, slow cooked or sautéed for a long time to prepare them for consumption. This is why cooking in large portions for a crowd of people is so common; it’s just less time-consuming to throw everything into a big pot and make a bunch at once. It gives other terranians more time to dedicate to their own tasks, as they don’t have to prepare meals as often.

This is also why there’s so many stews, and steamed veggies, or veggie blends fried in oil (they’re usually steamed a bit before or during the process, too, to soften the fibers). Skeets likes the fried blends a lot. If she’s eating steamed veggies, she tends to add a lot of salt to them to compensate for the blandness. She loves meat stews, too, even if the meat is just in the sauce. At some point, when her and Samus were visiting a tourist hotspot somewhere outside of Te’rra, they stopped for dinner at a small restaurant. This is how Skeets was introduced to fettuccine bolognese. To this day, this is one of her favorite non-terran dishes; at least a third of her and Samus’s dates now involve going somewhere that serves it (lucky for them, those places aren’t hard to find).

While eating honeyplant nectar is great, its petals and fruit are also often harvested and either eaten raw/with little preparation, or cooked, or preserved/pickled. Raw or slightly cooked, the petals and fruit retain a very nice ✨crunchy✨ texture (crispy crunchy watery like a cucumber on the outside, sweet and sticky like fresh honey on the inside). Preserved, the skin tends to soften a little bit and lose that crunchiness, but the petals become a lot sweeter because of the added sugar.

Also, terran shrimp. Are blue and green. That’s it that’s all I have to say about them👍🏻

Enjoy, @coldgoldlazarus

#luna talks #skeets #oc #original character #metroid fan oc #fan oc #lore dump #worldbuilding #you’ve been fed y’all #bon appetit

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Star Gazing With Bilbo

Bilbo Baggins X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: None it’s all just a bunch of fluff

Word Count: 1,047

Requested by: @the-marshals-wife

(A/N:) Request one of two for one best friend for making me my Top Gun Masterlist banners! Hope it’s what you were hoping for girlie! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The weather was changing in The Shire. The heat of summer was taking it’s leave making way for the crisp cooler weather of autumn. All the summer vegetables in the gardens had been picked and preserved for winter and now the gardeners of The Shire were beginning to focus upon the pumpkins, field corn, and beets of their fall crops. You and Bilbo perused the marketplace trying to find a few more goods to make supper that evening as a gentle chilly breeze rushed through The Shire. You shivered a little due to the cool breeze as Bilbo squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“Just a little while longer and then we’ll head home,” he said encouragingly.

“I’m okay,” you answered while picking through the smaller pie pumpkins on display. “I just regret not wearing a thicker jacket is all. How does a pumpkin pie sound Bilbo?”

“Wonderful,” Bilbo said handing a coin to the pumpkin peddler. You finally chose the best one in the bunch and tucked it into the basket Bilbo carried for your groceries. A few more items in hand you both headed back to your cozy Hobbit home. Bilbo held the round door open for you before setting the basket down to help you from your light jacket.

“If it gets any colder we’ll have to bring the warmer clothing out of storage,” he spoke matter-of-factly while hanging up the articles of clothing.

“I can help you with that later after we finish dinner and before I start supper. It also takes the pie a little while to bake so I want to start that as well.”

“I’ll help,” Bilbo offered and you readily agreed. Cooking with him was one of your favorite past times. Being with him made everything seem brighter no matter how dark the days were. Now as the sounds of cooking echoed through the house you hummed a tune. Bilbo was busy cutting up vegetables and the pie was already in the oven filling the house with the fragrant aromas of spice. Bilbo finished cutting before going to the fireplace to start a fire for tea. Finishing the dishes and pulling the pie from the oven to cool you set the table while Bilbo set the dishes of food down. Now you both were enjoying your well earned meal.

As the sun set further the temperature kept dropping quickly until it was cold enough for a fire to be built in the bedroom. Bilbo built the fire while you changed into a nightgown and laid down with a book. Now with a crackling fire Bilbo laid down beside you with his own book. While you both read in silence you felt yourself getting sleepy and Bilbo was barely awake.

“Goodnight,” you said kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight (Y/N),” he replied kissing your cheek in return. Blowing out the candles the only light in the room was from the small fire burning brightly and the moon streaming through the window of the bedroom. It didn’t take long until Bilbo was snoring beside you, but sleep was alluding you this night. You were sleepy but you just couldn’t ease into the depths of slumber. When you knew that Bilbo was in a deep sleep and no threats of waking him up you parted the blankets and left your side of the cozy bed. Draping a shawl over your shoulders and grabbing a lap blanket you started to go outside. The Shire was quiet and a few houses still had lamps and candles lit but the majority of the Hobbit holes were dark, their occupants fast asleep. You sighed deeply, your breath causing a fog in the cold air. The moon and stars seemed to be playing in their twinkling glory. You breathed deeply at the peaceful atmosphere as you watched the night sky. Despite the calmness of outside in the warmth from your shawl and blanket you still didn’t feel the urge to sleep. You were deep into starting into the glorious sky that you didn’t hear the door open.

“Are you feeling alright,” Bilbo asked you sleepily, yawning widely.

“Yeah,” you said giggling at his sleepy appearance. “I just can’t sleep so I thought I would come out and watch the stars.”

“The sky is clear tonight.”

“It’s a perfect autumn night. It’s a shame not more people are enjoying the view.”

“I’ll go make us some tea,” he offered.

“You don’t have to,” you were quick to refuse. Just because you couldn’t sleep didn’t mean that you wanted Bilbo to have to sit outside with you. “You should go back inside and go back to sleep.”

“Now we both know that I can’t sleep peacefully knowing that you are out here by yourself watching this beautiful night scenery without me. So keep watch and I’ll go make us a cup of Chamomile tea.”

You laughed at his indignant expression, “Okay Bilbo. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Moments later Bilbo came back outside with two cups of steaming tea and another blanket draped over one shoulder. He handed you one of the cups with the delicious liquid stirring your senses while he took a seat beside you on the bench. Setting his cup down at his side he worked the blanket over you both before picking up his glass again and taking a timid sip.

“It’s still a little hot so don’t burn yourself,” he said gently tangling his hand with yours.

“It’s delicious tea,” you hummed contentedly. So you both sat in silence sipping at the tea and watching the stars glitter across the midnight blue sky. The remaining houses that were awake started to extinguish their lights but still you and Bilbo sat outside enjoying the breeze. You laughed softly as Bilbo told stories while you sighed dreamily lost in your perfect world. The peacefulness and the tea began to lull you into the blissful slumber that had alluded you for awhile. Bilbo too was becoming quite drowsy so you two grabbed your cups and the blankets and went back inside. Leaving the cups by the door and the dirty blankets that would need to be washed you both went back to lay down and this time sleep came quickly and you rested deeply with a smile on your face.

#Bilbo Baggins X Reader #Bilbo Baggins / Reader #Bilbo Baggins #The Hobbit #The Lord of the Rings #Bilbo Baggins Imagine #The Hobbit Imagine #The Lord of the Rings Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing #Request

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madamlaydebug · 1 year

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Root Chakra- The first chakra at the base of the spine, symbolized by the color red. It governs the basic needs of life such as food, shelter, sleep and self preservation. It is what grounds us to the earth and anchors our spiritual energy into this physical world.

To bring into balance or unblock with food and herbs burdock root, carrot, cherries, dandelion root, garlic, ginger, ginseng, strawberry, beet, tumeric. Oils- angelica root, cinnamon, frankincense, ginger, myrrh, nutmeg. Crystals- bloodstone, hematite, red jasper, ruby, smokey quartz, snowflake obsidian.

Mantra- LAM #rootchakra

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tinyshe · 6 months

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What Are the 12 Types of Salt?

You may be familiar with some of the more popular salts like table salt and even Himalayan salt. But there are so many different varieties from all over the world that might give a new flair to your food. Here are the top 12 culinary salts:

1. Iodized Salt

Often called table salt because it is often kept and used at the kitchen table. This finely ground salt is mined from salt deposits underneath the earth and then refined and mixed with iodine.

2. Sea Salt

There are many types of salt in the sea. When seawater dries up in tidal pools, it leaves salty residue. This is collected and refined for use as table salt.

3. Kosher Salt

You’ve probably asked yourself if there’s a difference between kosher and table salt, and there definitely is. For starters, it has a coarser texture. And unlike table salt, kosher has no iodine content or any other additives. It’s said to taste better because of the lack of iodine.

4. Pickling Salt

Pickling salt doesn’t have any additives to keep it from clumping, so it’s much more dissolvable even though it’s coarse. This is the type of salt is used for preserving and canning food like gherkins, beans, and beets.

5. Pink Salt

Otherwise known as Himalayan Pink Salt, this coarse and vibrantly colored salt comes from Pakistan. It’s one of the purest forms of salt, with a sodium chloride content of 98%. Pink salt is usually used as a garnish or finishing salt on gourmet dishes and is a favorite material in salt decor.

6. Black Salt

This salt is also called Himalayan Black Salt. It’s not actually black, but more of a deep purple. It’s coarse, like pink salt, but it’s very strong, so should be used with discretion to garnish a plate or as a final touch.

7. Flake Salt

Flake salt isn’t ground like other types of salt. Instead, it’s shaved off, giving it a light, thin texture. This type of salt has a strong salty taste. It’s often used to garnish appetizers like bruschetta and even for salted caramel.

8. Black Hawaiian Salt

Black Hawaiian Salt is harvested and refined with activated charcoal to give it a powerful earthy taste. This type of salt is coarsely ground and used as a finishing salt on savory and smoked dishes.

9. Red Hawaiian Salt

Coarse Red Hawaiian salt is coarsely ground with red volcanic clay to give it a bright red color and nutty taste. Great for garnishing pretzels and even desserts.

10. Smoked Salt

Made by smoking applewood or hickory wood under the salt, so the salt soaks up all of the flavors. This is great for a smoky flavor for food on the barbeque.

11. Celtic Salt

Celtic salt is collected in France, from the Atlantic Ocean. It brings out the flavor of foods like vegetables and roasted meats and doesn’t have a strong salty taste, which makes it a popular choice for people who don’t like salt.

12. Fleur De Sel

Fleur de Sel means “flower of salt” in French. This is a very rare type of salt that is harvested in Brittany. It doesn’t have a strong salt flavor like other garnish salts but does make a nice finishing touch on many dishes. And it’s easily dissolved.

#salt

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focsle · 2 years

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Could we hear some of the food Mary was writing about?

Sure!

She entertained captains on board when gamming with other ships, and that’s when the food bounty tended to come out. Often the foods were a mix of what was available to them (i.e. if they recently caught fish or found shellfish, got tropical fruit from a provisioning stop, etc.), and things other captains gave her as gifts that she saved for such occasions.

Captain Chatfield went out this forenoon, so that we only had two captains to dine with us, Captains Jernegan and Lester. Had a fish chowder, a large stuffed and baked fish, coffee, bread and butter and preserves, and a roll pudding. Had some huckleberry pies made for supper, but they did not stop.

Holidays were also an occasion for fancier food than usual. Here’s Christmas:

Minnie hung up her stocking last night. She was fearful that she should get nothing in it, as we could not go to the store, but she succeeded as well for eatables as if she had been at home. We had quite a Christmas dinner: roast chickens, stuffed, potatoes, turnips, onions, stewed cranberries, pickled beets and cucumbers, and a plum duff. For tea I had a tin of preserved grape opened and cut a loaf of fruitcake.

Everyone seemed to love her daughter Minnie, who was 5-9 years old over the course of the voyage. Whaling wives and—more rarely seen—their children, were definitely a domestic novelty.

We all passed a very pleasant day, Captain Winegar enjoying it very much; it reminded him so strongly of home. Minnie attracted much notice as usual. She is generally the center of attention with company. She is not afraid to speak, and her replies are generally to the point and usually interspersed with some salt remarks. The captain gave me a couple pounds of green tea, a couple tins of preserved pineapple, and a few shells. I forgot to mention that we carried him a little pig and gave him a piece of fresh pork. The cook gave Minnie a little china cup and saucer, which pleased her very much. For dinner we had a roast duck, potatoes, onions, some very nice biscuit, coffee, mince pie, and for dessert preserved peaches, pineapples, and quinces. For supper we had oysters, cold duck, biscuit, preserved pears, mince pie, doughnuts, and cookies, Captain Winegar doing the honors very well. We arrived home delighted with our visit.

Here’s Minnie celebrating her 8th birthday by presiding over a tea party with a bunch of whaling officers, that her mom prepared.

We set the table and called the officers down about half-past 7 P.M. Minnie was so happy she hardly knew what to do with herself, and I think we all enjoyed it pretty well. The officers all united in saying that they had not sat down to such a table since they left home. The treat consisted of a plate of sister Celia’s fruitcake, two loaves of cupcake frosted, two plates of currant jelly tarts, and a dish of preserved pineapple, also hot coffee, good and strong, with plenty of milk and white sugar. After we had finished there was ample supply left, which was sent into the steerage for boatsteerers, etc.

In addition to tea party leftovers being sent to the boatsteerers, foods were also made for the foremast hands as a special occasion too.

Luxuriated today in roast chickens for the cabin, and a pork sea pie for the forecastle, with occasional lunches of pineapple, bananas, and coconuts.

There were some struggles with her cooking ventures too, however:

This afternoon we killed two hens; Cynthia and Coopie. It made Minnie feel very sad to have Cynthia killed. I must not allow her to name her chickens for her friends; it makes her feel so badly when they are killed. […] I made our chickens into a pie today. The officers said it seemed like home. It was not baked well; the crust was not done. I should have more courage to make knickknacks if I could attend to the baking of them, but of course it would not do for me to go into the galley.

All in all the fare was quite fine compared to…food on whaleships in general.

#i need to make a tag for mary…#awhalin #mary lawrence

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kimberly40 · 1 year

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Root cellars were primarily used to keep food supplies at controlled temperatures and steady humidity. The goal of good root cellars was to keep the food as dry and cold as possible without allowing it to drop below the freezing point.

Vegetables stored in the root cellar primarily consisted of potatoes, turnips, and carrots, while other foods were often placed in the root cellar over the winter months, including beets, onions, jarred preserves and jams, salt meat, salt turbot, salt herring, winter squash, and cabbage. A potato cellar is sometimes called a potato barn or potato house.

Often, old timers built two separate root cellars, one for their vegetables and another for fruits. This is because long before scientific studies, our Appalachian ancestors realized that Apples and other fruits give off gas which hasten the overripening or spoilage of other crops stored nearby, although this effect is variable and many farms successfully store vegetables without segregating their apples.

In addition to vegetables and fruit being kept safely for months in root cellars, the underground buildings often served as a storage place for water, bread, butter, milk and even alcohol, as well as greens and fresh meat.

In some cases plants were transplanted from the field to the dirt floor of a cellar in autumn, where they would continue living in the cellar for months in the above freezing dark room.

Root cellars are an important piece of Appalachian culture and if you’re above a certain age, you probably have several memories which revolve around one!

#appalachian #appalachian mountains #north carolina #appalachian culture #appalachia #western north carolina

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waywardstation · 2 years

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Speaking as someone who also does not like the image of people eating Pokemon, is vegetarian, and also have written the clans eating meals, my best guess for the Pearl Clan is that they just stored as much food as physically possible for Winter, which is when things would be the hardest.

Researching the diet around that time and region, along with applying pokemon knowledge gave me this: An average diet would most likely consists of root vegetables (potatoes, turnips, beets, etc), pickled vegetables, fruit preserves and jams, seaweed, rice (LOTS of rice), tofu, beans, nuts and berries, and more rice. Anything else they can supplement with trade. This is all subject to what they managed to produce during the summer and fall and store for winter.

I'd imagine it might be harder or easier for the Wardens; Lian might have an easier time in the forest, where as Gaeric...honestly I have no clue. (I will note that having such visible muscles is usually a sign of dehydration)

Food and Culture is a subject that fascinates me greatly, and Food History and Anthropology is something I studied! (it's not my major tho, lol)

I appreciate all of the thought you put into this Monsoon! Very in-depth!

With the root vegetables, I think it is very interesting to note that the sand radishes, in the game, were said to come originally from the Cobalt Coastlands (hence the name “sand radishes”, not “snow radishes”). I like to think that perhaps they were introduced into the Icelands to help add to this diet for the Pearl clan. (Maybe by Paulina, who is stationed out in the coastlands?)

Lian seems like he’d have an easy time gathering things in the forest. Paulina too, and even Calaba in the mirelands. Heck, even Ingo as well. It seems the only person who would struggle with having anything to gather is Gaeric, like you said. If he’s dehydrated…at least there’s a ton of frozen water around haha

And that’s super interesting! It’s cool to know you studied that stuff, it seems like it’s come in handy! Thanks for sharing!!

#pokémon legends arceus #Pokémon legends #Pearl clan

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theunapologeticallygaypirate · 7 months

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being able to go to a food bank is a privilege.

allow me to explain.

I am on disability (fucking finally) and have about 80$ for groceries, and it needs to last the whole month. As a result, I have a considerable amount of food anxiety, and I got heavily into various safe preserving methods to stretch out what I grow in my little outdoor garden, and got into foraging, because if it's free food that I can actually eat, then I'm all for it.

And there, at the end, is the reason why: that I can actually eat.

I have a sensitivity to fermentable oligosaccharides, disaccharides, monosaccharides and polyols, which are short-chain carbohydrates (sugars). And what are all those big words in? Short answer: everything. Wheat, milk, cheese, apples, pears, onions, garlic, beans and legumes, beets, peaches, peas, plums, mango, blackberries, the list goes on and on. So a food bank, wherein you're given a box of stuff and HAVE to take it, it's just not worth the effort. Why would I go get all this stuff that I literally cannot digest? Is being in excruciating pain worth a full stomach? It a tough call. So if someone doesn't go to a food bank in spite of being in dire financial straits, there might be a pretty damn good reason why.

#chronic illness #chronic pain #ibs #irritable bowel syndrome #gerd #gastroesophageal reflux disease #spoonie

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bog--unicorn · 2 years

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we have 5 small apple trees and 1 small pear tree and holy hell I didn’t appreciate how much fruit they’d grow. for years and years I’ve made ciders/wines/jellies/etc with only foraged fruits so a “big batch” was pretty much restricted by however much I could hike down the mountain with at the time… now I have crates worth of fruit and the logistics of preserving it really becomes challenging!

today I’m starting:

— pink apple jelly from the crabapples… I love how this jelly looks in one of those “quilted” ball jars when I strain it super finely, it’s like a gem

— hard apple cider from the green apples and some of the macintoshes

— honey apple preserves from the rest of the macintoshes

— hard perry (pear cider) from the pears

the cider and perry would probably be drinkable in time for the cranberry harvest in a month and that would be really nice serve that around the bonfire, I think

I put away 8 or 9 jars of home made tomato sauce, froze several gallon bags’ worth of mixed berries as well as blanched & chopped spinach, green beans, and cauliflower. dried a bunch of summer squash and mushrooms. have beets, carrots, and winter squash on retainer. corn is looking promising, and a second round of peas and beans are starting now, so I’m hoping to put a lot of that away for the winter too.

there’s a lot more I could have done to preserve harvests this year I think but I really cannot overstate how much time, energy, SPACE!, and forethought it takes to actually try and live off of food you grow yourself.

#words #small farm

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repentarium · 1 year

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Me: maybe a cute little holiday sorry will Help Me, the working title is gonna be Season's Greasons lol

Also me: >16k later it's getting a silly Wham! xmas song lyrics. Bon appetit.

Featuring holiday angst, diy rage room, Gremlins, gremlins, a tree named Fangorn, a panic attack at the hardware store, Trauma™️, and a happy ending (not like that).

Merry crisis!

Excerpt below.

After Steve was old enough (in his parents eyes) to be left at home with paper money and a credit card, they stopped making it a big deal. Christmas, that is.

When he was younger, they could dress him up like a little handsome doll and slick his hair back and make sure he kept his bowtie on just right all through their coworkers’ holiday parties and all through the dinners and the photos and the cheek kisses.

Of course the parties were horribly boring; he was always the youngest kid there, the food tasted weird, and he had to sit quietly for basically the whole time, which he wasn’t very good at.

His Christmas memories are mostly of too many lights, too many people who are too drunk and too loud, and all the various times he was taken to the side to be screamed at by his dad for being ‘out of line’. In a closet or a foyer or a spare room or the top of the steps, away from the eyes of the people who might have judged them. Always, after, his dad’s face turned into a happy mask again, and he would smooth his own hair and it’s like he willed the beet-red angry blush of his cheeks to calm. Steve would be left to trail after him, grabbing at the sleeve of his suit jacket. If he was still teary-eyed at all his dad would rip the sleeve out of his hand and walk faster.

After his parents decided he was old enough to be left alone, they’d still hired the decorators to come in, so there would be a perfectly-lit tree in the window and staged empty presents and everything would look twinkly and warm and dramatic. They'd take some photos and then leave for most of the season.

This time they'd told him they aren't hiring the decorators again; his parents hadn't been to the house in Loch Nora all year. Even after all the repairs and the government cover ups, they just stayed away. The last Steve heard, they were going to sell it. They had hated Hawkins even when it was just a normal American dream kinda town, and now it's just a poorly patched dark house in a poorly patched dark town. What was the point?

For the holidays they had some sort of company get together in Chicago, where his dad’s main offices were and then… the Bahamas? Brazil? Some warm place that starts with a ‘B’ he thinks. It doesn’t really matter. It’s gonna be like all the other years in a lot of ways, but he wasn’t going to have a big King Steve party.

He probably could throw another rager, he’s honestly sure it’d be easy and familiar and like flexing a muscle. No one hated him so much, even after everything, that they’d turn down a rager.

But it made his skin itch to think about it. Buying the beer and liquor and snacks, seeing everyone fight over the hot tub, everything smelling like stale beer and perfume and maybe someone’s soft hands on his face which, while it might be nice in theory, if he's being honest with himself the whole charade was too much.

All this to say, there’s no rager. He’s thinking he’ll have a repeat of Thanksgiving, which his parents were also away for. A frozen tv dinner (he bought an extra when he got the esteemed Thanksgiving Dinner Meal two weeks ago), some kind of spritzy wine cocktail he bullshits his way through, some movie he borrowed from Family Video. Maybe he'll get some lights. No big deal.

It’s the kind of thing that’s only really sad if you let it be, and Steve’s had a whole life of not letting things be sad. It’s self-preservation, but it’s worked so far.

He’s got a couple of weeks still, but he knows the holiday movies go fast so he’s rummaging through them during his shift, planning to squirrel the one he wants away so no one gets to it first. He’s about to give up and just plan to turn something on the tv honestly, it’s all kids movies and love stories and they’re just making him feel worse.

It’s a Wednesday afternoon before school’s out so there’s nothing going on; ample opportunity for Eddie to come in and hang out, which he’s taken advantage of. Steve has joked a lot about the trauma bond that you get out of the Upside Down but it’s kind of not a joke. You save the world with someone, you save their lives and they save yours, and it means something.

Eddie’s there now, sitting cross-legged on the counter, and he and Robin are painting each other’s nails. A bright red that they’ve decided is ‘festive’, which had made Steve roll his eyes.

He was startled out of his studying by all the yelling, so he wanders over, both of them shoving their hands in his face and making him pull his head back so he doesn’t smudge anything.

‘Very cute.’

‘Thank you, King Steve. I think I am.’

‘We know you think you are.’ Robin scoffs and grabs the nail polish, raising an eyebrow at Steve. ‘You want?’

‘Someone’s gotta actually do the work around here, Robs.’

‘Yeah it’s swamped.’ Eddie hops off of the counter, gestures around the ghost town of the shop, and wanders over to where Steve had abandoned the holiday display.

Robin grabs Steve’s hand and pulls him until he’s flush against the counter, stretched across it, and starts painting his nails delicately with the tip of her tongue poked out in focus. She’s gotten really good at this since they started working here; it’s not the kind of thing that would slide at the food court, but it’s safe here, as long as Keith doesn’t catch them and they don’t wreck anything in the process.

By the time Robin’s finished painting Steve’s nails, Eddie has come back over and slapped a VHS onto the counter next to Steve. He cranes his neck and sees the cover.

‘This is the one you want, babe.’

‘Eh. It looks… creepy. I don’t really do horror after all the, you know. Horrors.’

Eddie clutches his heart a little dramatically. ‘It’s not creepy, Steven, it’s cinema. It’s iconic!’

‘I’ll consider it.’ he sighs.

'Consider it a little harder. It's the right choice.' Eddie grabs the VHS box and walks it back into the employee office, probably putting it in Steve's jacket pocket like some awful reverse pickpocket, or like a niche Santa.

When he comes back, he's carrying a little piece of paper and his eyebrows are confused.

'I wasn't snooping, first off. Secondly, aren't you already all fancied up? I thought your folks' kind got the work done early and by someone else.'

It's just a little list that says 'lights, movie, tree(???), that sparkly plastic stuff'. If he didn't write it down he'd walk out of the store empty handed.

'Oh. They're selling the house apparently. They won’t be back, so…' they don't care. He shrugs.

'So you're decorating yourself?!' Robin is somehow excited and devastated. 'Are you going to be alone for the holidays Steve?! You're an asshole for not saying anything sooner, you could have come over for Thanksgiving!'

Eddie is still gawking at Steve like he's some kicked and broken puppy looking for a home and it's making him feel so fucking small.

'Robs it's fine, this is, like, normal for me, it's not a big deal. It's not a Thing, I've never really done big celebrations for the holidays, you know that. We're going to have our little Party Christmas and that's just fine for me.

'Steven. You are coming over to my house after work, that settles it.' Eddie grabs a pen from the desk and scribbles out 'movie', then tucks the list into a pocket. The pen gets tossed at Steve, but it bounces off of his chest and lands back on the counter.

'Ed - it's fine, I'm fine!'

'That's not what people who are fine say.' Robin says under her breath.

'I'm going home after work, it's a Wednesday. I open tomorrow.'

'It's not gonna take long. You'll get your beauty sleep.' Eddie raises a dramatic wave and walks out of the store with Steve protesting at his back.

'Sounds like you don’t really have a choice here, pal.'

Steve throws the pen at Robin; she ducks and snaps at him until he sighs and brings his hand back over to her so she can touch up the smudged polish.

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No matter how many times he'd repeated to himself that he wasn't going to Eddie and Wayne's new place across town, he found himself parked outside the apartment with his forehead against the steering wheel, chill slowly seeping into the parked car.

He jolts at a rapping at the passenger window. Eddie is standing there with a cardboard box, and he nods at Steve to open the door.

Steve leans across to pull open the passenger door, and the box is dropped unceremoniously into the seat.

'Come upstairs!' Eddie smiles at him over the box.

'Sorry, I was pretending I didn't exist for a minute.' When Eddie pinches his upper arm Steve leaves the car, makes a big deal of wincing and rubbing his arm, grumbles and follows upstairs anyway.

'Wayne's out, but I wanted to show off the tree!'

It’s hard to miss the lights even from the street, but when they push through the door into the apartment it’s still a shock that they’ve crammed so much festive into the space.

The tree is tall enough that the top is slightly bent against the ceiling; the lights are all sorts of colors, the ornaments are a mess. He can see a few standard colorful baubles, but most of the decorations seem to be completely random - there's some little stuffed animal, like the kind you get from a claw machine. A tiny wrench. A couple of small framed photos that seem to be a grinning child Eddie. A couple of clay things probably made by that Eddie child.

'There's so much to see!' Steve chuckles, kind of delighted, and when he looks over, Eddie is beaming proudly.

'We used to have a lot more, we lost a couple of boxes in the Apocalypse.'

'I don't think it'd stay standing if you crammed anything else on.' He's examining some sort of horrible popsicle stick creation with pipe cleaners and googly eyes that he thinks it's supposed to be Rudolph.

'No way, we always get the strongest tree.'

'It smells… green.'

Eddie is just watching him take it all in, but his smile is falling a little. Steve hopes he hasn't insulted him, he just has never seen anything like this.

Steve hasn't spent a ton of time at Eddie's place, but the difference from the last time he'd picked him up was startling - it wasn't like when the decorators came to Steve's hours, when everything was trim and restrained and delicately sparkling. This was honestly practically gaudy, but it was fun and it was homey and friendly. There were stockings across the wall behind the TV, lights and sparkly plastic nonsense anywhere it could physically be. It all felt glowy and warm, and all at once it made Steve feel loss for something he'd never had. It's only sad if you let it be.

'I know, it's kinda trashy but I guess it fits.' Eddie's hands raise out in a gesture that says 'after all, look at me'.

'No!' Steve snaps out of his oncoming sadness, pushes it aside. 'It's awesome, Eddie. I've never seen anything like it, it's so happy.'

That perks Eddie back up a little, even if it makes him blush a little and kick his foot. 'It's not exactly designer. I bet you've seen some real fancy stuff.'

Steve scoffs. 'Our tree was the same every year. Only white lights, a bunch of glass ornaments, Tiffany of course. Red bows. Boring.'

'That's rough.'

Steve nods at him soberly and goes back to the tree. 'This would never fly.' He lifts a little G. I. Joe figure hogtied to the top of a hot wheel car in Eddie's direction. 'What even is this?'

'Heist gone wrong.'

'Do the army guys do a lot of heists?'

'No, that's why he messed this one up so bad.'

'He needs to learn to plan a little better.'

'Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, he's in mortal danger.'

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #fic #fanfic #holiday fic #holidays #listen maybe i havent slept for two days and this is full of typos! who knows tbh! have fun!

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