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purplebass · 2 months

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if you were making birthday cakes for the ADSOM characters, what type would you make for each of them??

(scusa, una domanda davvero casuale, ma ci stavo pensando stamattina hahaha)

(Istg l'altro ieri pensavo ai compleanni di tutti lol perché pensavo come potrebbe festeggiare Kell il suo birthday anche se mancano mesi XD)

Okay, let's go! If you have more questions like this, please send bc I love thinking about this stuff :)

Kell is a summer boy, so I would make him a cake with a fruit from the season: peach. A sponge cake covered with whipped cream with slices of peach in it and all over it. I don't know why but peach makes me think about him because the skin of the peach is a bit rough but the fruit is really sweet and we put peach in white wine here so you also have the drink to go with it! haha Someone would have to help me because I am allergic to peaches unfortunately though aiuto

Lila's cake is a dark chocolate sponge cake with coffee flavored chantilly cream with dark chocolate icing with tiny coffee flavored chocolates on top. Alternatively, I believe she would love the black forest cake (dark chocolate sponge cake filled with cherries and whipped cream, soaked in cherry brandy). I usually pick the first cake for my birthday because I'm a coffee lover

I would make a vanilla cake for Holland. White sponge cake filled with vanilla and lemon with lemon flavored icing. It would probably have some white roses made of sugar pastry on it and some black sprinkles!

Rhy would get a red velvet cake because he would want to match with the cake, even though it's not a "royal" cake. He would want the red to match the one of the royal house. lol. I would also make a millefoglie cake with chantilly cream and strawberries because these colors remind me of the house of Maresh and they are perfect for autumn even though the strawberries would be hard to find 🤔 (o forse per lui no lol)

Alucard would have another cake with season fruit like Kell: plum crumble cake with almonds or nuts because I love plums and they make an excellent cake with short pastry. Berries also make a great alternative to plum

Now I want to eat cake haha also happy Easter if you celebrate!!! <3

#posta #shades of magic #kell maresh #lila bard #holland vosijk #rhy maresh #alucard emery #adsom #tftop #I'm going to eat our traditional Easter cake later actually #but it didn't fit anyone imo haha

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bigboxochristmas · 2 years

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Yuletidings 1989: Listen, the Snow is Falling (A Quiet Christmas)

1. The First Noel - John Fahey 2. Angels We Have Heard On High - The Roches 3. We Three Kings - Joemy Wilson 4. Away in a Manger - Emmylou Harris 5. The Christmas Song - Larry Coryell 6. O Little Town of Bethlehem - The Roches 7. What Child is This - John Fahey 8. Still the Night - Lisa Neustadt and Jean Redpath 9. Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming / Shepherds, Shake Off Your Drowsy Sleep - Joemy WIlson 10. Do You Hear What I Hear - The Roches 11. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen - Taj Mahal 12. Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring - Wind Machine 13. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy - Tim Sparks 14. Adeste Fideles - The Roches 15. Mary's Cradle Song - Joemy WIlson 16. The First Noel - Emmylou Harris 17. We Three Kings - John Fahey 18. Star of Wonder - The Roches 19. The LIttle Drummer Boy - Nina Gerber 20. Away in a Manger - Lisa Neustadt and Jean Redpath 21. O Come, O Come Emmanuel / Masters in This Hall - Joemy Wilson 22. Il Est Né - Cris Williamson 23. Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella - Nancy Wilson 24. Break Forth, O Beauteous Heavenly Light - The Roches 25. Waltz of the Flowers - Tim Sparks

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The title comes from the Yoko Ono song of the same name; I just liked the poetry of it. And as the subtitle implies, it’s very laid-back and introspective. It draws heavily on We Three Kings, the wonderful holiday album by the Roches, The New Possibility by acoustic guitar master John Fahey, Gifts: Traditional Christmas Carols, featuring Joemy Wilson on hammered dulcimer along with a small instrumental ensemble, Emmylou Harris’s Light of the Stable, Shout for Joy: An Unusual Collection of Christmas Carols, featuring Lisa Neustadt and Jean Redpath, and a collection called Christmas Guitars: A Benefit for the National Coalition for the Homeless.

When I was reconstructing this mix to post here I discovered that I no longer had one of my original sources, a low-budget cassette of holiday-themed acoustic guitar duets, and couldn’t find it online either, which is certainly unusual these days when nearly every recording ever made is available somewhere. And of course I couldn’t have played it anyway, not having a functional cassette deck anymore. So I substituted a couple of much better acoustic guitar tracks by the great Tim Sparks and a nice arrangement of “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring” by the acoustic ensemble known as Wind Machine.

The cover art was created by literally putting my face right on the copy machine and hitting the button. I like it because it sort of looks as though I’m listening to the snow falling, and also looks vaguely like snow, in an abstract sort of way. DOWNLOAD

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hostagefled · 3 years

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‘ no . . . DON’T── ‘ courage failed - and delicate hand reaches out for her father in sheer panic, only to slowly pull back beneath the comfort of her blanket when he turns around. ‘ . . . check the closet again. please ? ‘

@cutfoot

#my il sugar plum....#so traumatized...#cutfoot

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witch-of-orchids · 4 years

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Ostara Recipes Masterpost

Note: THIS IS NOT DONE!!! I accidentally deleted the other one so I had to start over :( Will be adding more throughout the day, but for now, Blessed Ostara!!

Also, side note I’m sorry about any misinterpretations! I only speak German, Korean, and English and tried my best. I tried to go off the traditional European route a bit because I am Korean, and it would not make sense for many poc/cultural witches to only celebrate in traditionally European ways!

Main Dishes

Ostara Risotto

Ostara Lamb Stew

Ostara Deviled Eggs

Asparagus and Black Bean Salad

Purple Pickled Eggs

Paella Mixta- Mixed Paella

Bocadillo de Berenjenas con Pollo y Mostaza- Chicken and Mustard Aubergine Sandwich

Sopa Fría de Aguacate con Yogurt- Cold Avocado Soup with Yogurt

Huevos Pocados con Espinacas- Poached Eggs with Spinach

Quinoa Salteada com Ovo e Abacate- Sautéed Quinoa with Egg and Avocado

Salada Mediterrânea de Gorgonzola- Mediterranean Gorgonzola Salad

Bữa ăn mùa xuân Tây Ban Nha của Jose Pizarro- Spanish Spring Meal of Jose Pizarro

Green Garden Herby Basmati Rice with Basil, Mint, Chives & Rosemary

Lemony Cream Cheese Pancakes with Blueberries

Kapelusze pieczarek z przepiórczymi jajkami- Mushroom Hats with Quail Eggs

Omlety z jagodami- Omelets with Blueberries

Barszcz wiosenny z awokado- Borscht with Avocado

Вкуснейшая баранина- Delicious Lamb

Tarte légère courgettes, jambon et chèvre gratiné- Light Zucchini, Ham, and Goat Cheese Tart

Soupe Petits Pois, Menthe et Coriandre- Green Pea, Mint, and Coriander Soup

Artichauts à la Romaine- Roman Artichokes

Ragoût de Petits Légumes de Printemps- Spring Vegetable Stew

Sztrapacska, Strapačky, Haluska, Halušky

Épaule d'Agneau aux Herbes Roulée Rôtie- Roasted Lamb Shoulder with Herbs

Souris d'Agneau aux Épices Douces- Lamb Shank with Sweet Spices

Spargel mit Kartoffelschnee- Asparagus with Potato Snow

Gemüse-Pfannkuchen- Vegetable Pancakes

Frühlingseintopf mit Kasseler- Spring Stew with Smoked Pork

Linsen-Blumenkohl-Suppe- Lentil cauliflower Soup

Spargelcremesuppe- White Asparagus Cream Soup

Sieben Kräutersuppe- Seven Herb Soup

Lammkeule mit WacholderbeerensauceServings- Roast Leg of Lamb with Juniper Berry Sauce

Ghormeh Sabzi

Thai Green Curry with Beef and Eggplant

Ayam Masak Merah- Spicy Tomato Chicken

春キャベツと豚肉の重ね蒸し- Spring Steamed Pork and Chicken

豚の角煮クローブ風味- Braised Pork with Cloves

Soba Noodle Salad

春季养生汤- Healthy Spring Soup

蘑菇片莴笋蛋汤- Mushroom and Lettuce Egg Soup

翡翠鲜肉烧麦- Fresh Jade Roasted Wheat Wraps

달래된장찌개- Soybean Paste Soup

쑥전- Mugwort Pancakes

닭고기 쌀국수- Chicken and Rice Noodle Soup

Lamb and Fava Beans Stir Fry

Bulgogi Spring Rolls with Sweet Ssamjang Sauce

Classic Borscht

Buckwheat Crêpes

French Spring Soup

Red Snapper en Papillote

Brioche French Toast With Lemon Curd and Strawberry Compote

Rosemary Roasted Lamb

Irish Stew Pie

Raddish Toast with Chive Butter

Roasted Beet, Leek, and Onion Quiche

Risotto Leggero con Viole, Asparagi e Ricotta- Light Risotto with Violets, Asparagus, and Ricotta

Drinks

Ostara Lavender Lemonade

Fruit Citrus Floats

Smoothie de Morango- Strawberry Smoothie

Milk-shake aux Fraises- Strawberry Milkshake

Violet Tea

Lavender Lemonade

Strawberry Lemonade

Iced Hibiscus Latte

Elderflower Cordial

Flower Sun Tea

Dandelion Mead (Dandelion Wine Made with Honey)

Condiments/Sides

Perfect Bread

Confiture d'Oranges Amères- Bitter Orange Jam

Mermelada de Ciruelas- Plum Jam

Crema de Naranja con Canela- Orange Cream with Cinnamon

Gelatina de Durazno con Mascarpone- Peach Jelly with Mascarpone

Abacaxi em Calda- Pineapple in Syrup

Tartine Bakery’s Lemon Cream

Purée d'Artichauts- Artichoke Puree

Egresmártás, Piszkeszósz- Hungarian Gooseberry Sauce

えびとたけのこの揚げパン- Shrimp and Bamboo Shoot Fried Bread

いちごジャム- Strawberry Jam

Chinese Tea Eggs

Easy Classic French Spinach Soufflé

Buttermilk Bread Recipe

Challah Ostara Bread

Grapefruit Blossom Pot de Creme

Lilac Infused Honey

Flower and Herb Butter

Homemade Chive Blossom Vinegar

Saffron and Cardamom Milk Bread

Honeysuckle Jelly

Dandelion Bread Pudding with Sundried Tomatoes and Gruyere Cheese

Candied Rose Petals

Orange Honey Butter

Wild Rose Infused Honey

Blackberry Butter

Lemonbalm Simple Syrup

Desserts

Cakes and Pies

Salted Honey Pie

Ostara Honey Cakes

Ostara Passion Cake

Framboisier Express- Raspberry Express

2. Tarte Rápida de Manga- Quick Mango Pie

Tarta de Nectarinas con Relleno de Chocolate- Nectarine Cake with Chocolate Filling

Pay de Pera con Limón- Pear Pie with Lemon

Meyer Lemon Cheesecake with Biscoff Crust

Tahini Mousse Pie

Десерт с пролетно настроение- Spring Mood Dessert

Joghurttorta (bármilyen gyümölccsel elkészíthető)- Yogurt Cake (Any Fruit)

Sernik na zimno z galaretką i owocami- Cold Cheesecake with Jelly and Fruit

Torcik jabłkowy- Apple Cake

Tort owocowy na zimno- Cold Fruit Cake

Jogurtowo-serowe ciasto z galaretką i cappuccino- Yogurt and Cheesecake with Jelly and Cappucino

Весенний ягодный пирог- Spring Berry Cake

Gâteau Saint-Honoré

Tarte à la Rhubarbe et Crème d’Amande- Rhubarb and Almond Cream Pie

Tarte Rhubarbe Cannelle- Cinnamon Rhubarb Pie

Cheesecakes Légers à la Fleur d'Oranger, Coulis de Fraise- Light Orange Blossom Cheesecakes with Strawberry Coulis

Grandma’s Lemon Meringue Pie

Gâteau Manqué aux Prunes- Missed Plum Cake

Gâteau Tiramisu aux Fraises- Strawberry Tiramisu Cake

Lemon Lavender Ostara Cake

Tarte à la Raisinée- Swiss Raisin Pie

Orange Polenta Cake

Moist Semolina Cake Soaked with Wild Rose Syrup

Lemon Drizzle Cake

Balsamic Cherry and Amaretto Pie

Cherry Blossom Cake

Lemon Buttermilk Pound Cake with Pansies

Rhubarb Strawberry Pistachio Cake

Stem Ginger Cheesecake with Rhubarb

Citrus Tree Cake

Earl Grey Blood Orange and Cardamom Chiffon Cake

Ostara Honey Cake

Italian Lemon Olive Oil Cake with Berries

Fluffy Lemon Rosemary Creamcheese Frosting

Cookies, Bars, Shortbread, Scones

Ostara Sugar Cookies

Sablé Breton aux Fraises- Breton Shortbread with Strawberries

Lilac Scones with Rhubarb Curd

Vanilla Rose Shortbread Cookies

Lavender Shortbread Cookies

Violet Lemonade Tea Cake Cookies

Muffins and Cupcakes

Весенние зелёные кексы с о смородиной- Spring Green Currant Muffins

Macarons

Violet Macarons with Violet and Vanilla Bean Buttercream

Pudding/Jelly/Posset

Warm and Gooey Citrus Pudding

Gelatina de Café con Leche- Coffee Jelly with Milk

Truskawkowa galaretka z owocami i pianką- Strawberry Jelly with Fruit and Marshmallows

Elderflower Lemon and Honey Jelly

Candy Apple Jelly

Lime Jelly

Blood Orange Posset

Lavender Honey Posset

Ice cream and Sorbet

Glace mûre-lavande- Ripe Lavender Ice cream

Ice Cream Kolachkes

Fraises, Glace aux Herbes, Mousse au Chocolat Blanc- Strawberries, Herb Ice cream, and White Chocolate Mousse

Sorbet aux Clémentines- Clementine Sorbet

Crème Chibouste au Romarin, Sorbet Fraise- Rosemary Chibouste Cream, Strawberry Sorbet

Elegant Fig Sorbet

Honey Lavender Ice Cream

Beet Raspberry Rose Sorbet

Blueberry Basil Icecream

Grapefruit and Campari Sorbet

Lavender Lemon Ice Cream

Donuts

두부도넛- Tofu Donuts

Floral Donuts with Blood Orange and Lemon Ginger Drizzle

Fudge

Cinnamon Rose Cacao Fudge

Cardamom White Chocolate Bark with Pistachio, Rose, and Gold

Lavender Fudge

Peanut Butter Fudge

Lemon Fudge

Custards

Mango Custard

Tarts

Lemon Violet Tarts

Tarta de Fresas y Frambuesas- Strawberry and Raspberry Tarts

Cindy Mushet's Italian Jam Shortbread Tart

Tarte Sablée Fruits rouges et Rhubarbe- Red fruit and Rhubarb Shortbread Tarts

Strawberry Almond and Thyme Tarts

Rhubarb Frangipane Tart

Rhubarb adn Grand Marnier Tart

Bread

Lemon Dessert Bread

Strawberry Poppyseed Hokkaido Milk Buns

Soufflés

Soufflé Léger à la Pomme et au Citron Vert- Light Apple and Lime Soufflé

Soufflés Passion et Sacristains

Other

Thiakry à la Mangue- Mango Thiakry

Postre de Tapioca con Mango- Tapioca Dessert with Mango

Mil-folhas de Morango- Strawberry Millefeuille

Tiramisu de Morango- Strawberry Tiramisu

Gubana

Mille-feuilles Mascarpone et Groseilles- Mascarpone and Gooseberry Millefeuille

Ile Flottante au Fruit de la Passion- Floating Island with Passion Fruit

Paskha

Orange Blossom Water Roasted Rhubarb, Labneh and Honey

Vegan+

Main Courses

Stuf

Drinks

Condiments/Sides

Dessert

Cookies, Shortbread

Floral Vegan Shortbread

Cakes

Vegan Pineapple, Lime, and Ginger Cake

Lists of Recipes

Hungarian Easter Recipes

List of general Ostara Foods

Ostara Food Recipes

Ostara Recipes for a Pagan Soul

Greenhaven Pagan Ostara Recipes

More Ostara Recipes

Ostara Feast Recipes!

Heron’s Ostara Recipes

Ostara Bread Recipes

Honeysuckle Recipes

#Ostara #Easter #Eostre #Ostara recipes #Ostara recipe #Ostara food #Ostara Foods #Sabbat #Sabbats #Witchcraft #Witch #Witches of tumblr #Witch community #Witchy #Witch recipe #witch holidays

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voidsentprinces · 4 years

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My Brain on Shadowbringers: Remind

Talk to Tataru. Leave Rising Stones. Run across to boat. Talk to dude. Come sail away. Come sail away come sail away with me. Talk to Tataru. Indiana Jones the places. Touch the things. TATARU I THINK THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THOSE MUFFINS! Must be summer cause the sun is up at 6 in the fucking morning. Oh hey a dude. He’s been drinking. He calls you drunk. Follow the road. Rabbit Wife spotted. Tell her you’re from the Source. She accuses you of lying. Oh hey an eldritch horror. It ate the dude. Crystal Exarch appears. A+ husband material that one. What can you say? You got a thing for enigmatic men made of rock candy dressed in robes three feet shorter than you. Talk to Crystal Lover. Go into the Crystarium. GRAB AAAALLLLL THE AETHERYTE! Get lost a couple of times because some of the aetheryte are on the ledge over looking an area with an aetheryte underneath. Talk to Crystal Lover. Go into Tavern. Talk to Crystal Lover. Leave. Run across and talk to Book Nerd. Leave. Talk to Blacksmith Lady. Run across and talk to Barkeep. Talk to Crystal Lover. FEO UL ENTERS SMASH! Best character since Hilda. Go to Crystal Tower. Talk to Guard. Talk to Crystal Lover. Talk to Crystal Lover. Leave. Run across the Bar area. Talk to Crystal Lover. Talk to Innkeep. Oh shit Crystal Lover hooked you up with your own room. The marriage is in December. Spend the Night. Oh shit Ardbert is here to act as Patrick Swayze. Practice pottery with him. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Leave. Go to Crystal Tower. Talk to Guard. Talk to Crystal Lover. He must never know of Ghost Husband. Choose between Book Son and Sword Daughter. Run to Amaro meadows. Talk to Lizard Man. Go to Rookery. Talk to other Lizard man. Fly to Amh Amaerg. Get your hand held by Roe.

Land in desert. Music is so majestic. Talk to Roe. Ride across. Admire Giant Cactuar. Talk to Roe near bridge. Run through sand. Go to Kobold city. Get the aethryte and Amaro Route. Talk to people Talk to Kobolds. Hand over a coin. Select between worms, spicy meat, or other such bad diet options. EAT THE ENTIRE FUCKING THING WELCOME TO FEARFACTOR! Talk to Roe. Pick up the exact number of things he requested. Look up guide for this exact number and bullshit your way through it. Talk to Roe. Roe still talking to Kobolds. Talk to Tesleen. Walk through the desert. PUNCH SOME COYOTES! Talk to Tesleen. Follow Tesleen. PUNCH MORE COYOTES! Make it to base. Talk to Tesleen. Go out and hunt you down a Sword Daughter. Walk around. Walk around. Walk around. SWORD DAUGHTER APPEARS! She’s grown like two inches. Have an awkward sibling hug with her. Help hunt down Sineaters with her. PUNCH A BUG! PUNCH ANOTHER BUG! PUNCH A HORSEBAT! Talk to Sword Daughter. Talk to Tesleen. Pat Pale Dude. Pat Pale Roe. Pat Pale Child. Talk to Tesleen. Speak to dude. Teleport to Kobold City. Talk to Dude. Talk to other dude. Return to place. Talk to Sword Daughter. Talk to Tesleen. Pale Child has escaped. SHIT GOES DOWN! OH FUCK THATS WHOA SHIT! OH GOD! YOU HAVE SEEN SOME SHIT BUT THAT WAS...FUCKED UP! Talk to Sword Daughter. Return to Inn. Talk to people. Leave with Sword Daughter by to Crystarium. Sword Daughter is depressed. Fly to Kholusia.

Have Roe hold you hand. Land on sandy beach. Majestic Acoustic Steel String Music INTENSIFIES. Talk to Roe. Run across the sand. Talk to dude. Head to town. Attune to aetheryte. Talk to Bar tender. Stand around. Get hit on. Go to garden. PUNCH THINGS! PUNCH MORE THINGS! PUNCH BUGS! Knock on door. Knock on door again. KICK DOWN THE DOOR! No one home. You don’t have to pay for the door. Go back to bar. Get hit on. Wait around. BOOK SON APPEARS! He’s grown like three inches and he’s dressed for a Christmas Album. Talk to Book Son. Walk along. Hear scream. Find lady. PUNCH HORSEBAT! Save lady. Go to Hooverville. Talk to people. Watch jesters hand out sweet hawaiian buns. Talk to Book Son. Run to place. Someone scalped your stuff. Run along. CSI: First Shard. Track down blue haired catte. He’s now your son. Leave stuff with him. Wait around. Pose as artist and his assistant. Go with Jesters. Talk to Jesters. Go to customs. Talk to Lady. Wash the Gaius, Dragon, and bajillion other things you killed between ARR and now off your body. Walk out door. Threaten to tell Estinien about the time Alphinaud got wasted and bully him into showering. Spray perfume. Go back to customs. Get in. Talk to Momma Catte and Anxious Husband. Walk around the place. Talk to lady. Talk to dude hanging off ledge. Go to strip club. Win a match making game. DANCE BITCH! Talk to lady. Leave. Talk to Book Son. Take an elevator. BEHOLD SUPER KAMI GURU! Leave before shit gets weird. Fly back to Crystarium with Book Son.

Talk to Book Son. Talk to Sword Daughter. Go to Crystal Tower. Talk to Guard. Talk to Crystal Lover. Talk to Crystal Lover. Rabbit Wife enters the fray! Follow her out to Lakeland. Teleport to Fort Jobb ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Run up the hill. Talk to Crystal Lover. Unlock Holminster Switch. PUNCH AN ANGEL! OH FUCK ITS TESLEEN! PUNCH HER! OH GOD STAY STRONG SWORD DAUGHTER! PUNCH A GIANT SQUID THING! Become what you must, return night to the First. Go back to the Crystarium. Talk to Crystal Lover. Return to Inn. Maintain connection to Ghost Husband. Make more pottery ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Return to Crystal Lover. Use the Cloak of Invisibility. Ran’jit enters smash! Teleport to Library. Talk to Book Nerd. Talk to Rabbit Wife. Join the military. Run around. Talk to people. Get an Amaro. Abuse the Amaro by exploring all of Lakeland before you get the Aether Currents. Land at place. Talk to Guy. Talk to other guy. Check on foundation of tower. Walk around. Back flip. Do the twist. Fly into battle. PUNCH GUARDS! PUNCH MORE GUARDS! PUNCH EVEN MORE GUARDS! Save Knife wielding child. She’s your daughter now. Run away. OH SHIT IS RAN’JIT! Punch him. He fucking cheats. God its Zenos all over again. Why do we have to do Zenos all over again? Edgecred appears! He shaved and got a bad ass cloak. Cool entrance...he gets his ass kicked. Crystal Lover saves the day. RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! We can’t stop here this is fae country!

Talk to Thancred. Talk into town. Attune to Aetheryte. Talk to Thancred. Check some bushes. The bushes talk to you. Don’t say shit. Return to Thancred. Thancred spies with his little eye PIXIES! Feo Ul appears! BEGONE [THOT]! Talk to Feo Ul. Talk to Thancred. Leave the Twins behind to be tormented by Pixies. Kick down a door. CARELESS WHISPER INTENSIFIES AS URIANGER SHOWS OFF HIS ARMS! You dirty elezen! I’d take you now if Thancred and Knife Daughter weren’t right there. Listen to Sexy Nerd talk. Talk to Thancred. Leave. Pick up the Twins. Walk to the edge of a lake. Unlock Donh Meg. DANCE OF THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRIES INTENSIFY! PUNCH FROG WITH HIS BULLSHIT GEYSERS! PUNCH VEGGIEDRAGON WITH HIS BULLSHIT BUDS! ALPHINAUD FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HEAL YOURSELF! PUNCH TALL FROG! FUCK! TIGHT ROPE! PUNCH THE FROG SOME MORE! Almost get drowned. Make out with Ghost Husband under water. Swim to Scions. Ride back. Get cockblocked by Pixies. Use Cloak of Invisibility. Dodge Pixies. Meet with WIDE LAD! Talk to WIDE LAD! Talk to other rabbit earred puppies. Go out with Knife Daughter. PUNCH SOME RABBIT EARRED PUPPIES! Steal ink return! Talk to Knife Daughter! Get mind fucked by floating faerie lady. Return to Rabbit Earred Puppies. Talk to Thancred, talk to Scion. Talk to Amaro. ...Ardbert? Sob for fifteen minutes. Talk to Seto. Walk around. Pet fluffy dragons. Punch some things for Amaro. Talk to Seto. Return to Feo Ul. Go to sick ass Cathedral. Unlock Dancing Plague.

BIGGER IS BETTER! WET WET WET! WHEN YOU PLAY WITH FIRE! IM SICK OF THIS CRAMPED OLD CASTLE! LETS GO TO THE FOREST! YAE CON SLEEP WHEN YER DEAD!

Watch many a party fail to burst down Titania’s three big guys and wiped 200 times. Eventually win after 3 days of game play. Years at the academy. WASTED! Feo Ul becomes Titania. Return Night to Il Mheg. Fight off Ran’jit. Talk to Thancred. Return to Crystarium. Get left behind. Fall asleep while she’s taking a drag. Meet with Ghost Husband. Cheer him up about Seto. Return to Crystarium. SKUNK MAN HAS ARRIVED! Visit Crystal Lover. Skunk Man breaks down the door! Leave and go to Fort Jobb ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Search ruins. Find iPad. Run across Lakeland and enter LA HEE

LA HEE PUT A BIG COAT ON! HEE! NOW EXARCHS IN A ROBE! TAKE THAT ROBE OFF! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) LA HEEE!

Watch Thancred and Skunk Man get two inches from Hate Fucking Each other. Find a village. Its been burned down. YOU’RE SURROUNDED! Do what any sensible person would do. KUPO? Skunk Man flees from battle. GOTH WIFE APPEARS! Ride off to Goth Wife’s village. Talk to Goth Wife. Talk to Goth Wife behind closed doors. Leave. Talk to Lion Husband. Pat him on the head. Plant some stuff. Grab some candles. Ride out and punch some mean dudes harassing a patroller. Follow Knife Daughter. Kill some Sineaters. Took around return to Goth Wife Village. Hold funeral. Ride out and punch mean dudes. Grab a hornet’s nest. Throw it through a whole. Ride past a bunch of aggro mobs. Talk to Goth Wife. Look at cave paintings. Talk to Ghost Husband. Talk to Goth Wife. Pick up the SCREE!!!! Dive under water. Pat a statue. Swim. Pat another statue. Swim. Pat one more statue get medal of honour. Return to Goth Wife. Hand over Medal. Return to Goth Wife Village. Follow blue flowers. Get interrupted by THREE RABBIT WIVES! Follow the path to RABBIT WIFE VILLAGE! HOLY SHIT! Tall Rabbit Women ready to kill you...the tension is palpable! Introduce yourself to these tall muscular women. Get Aetheryte. Go to northern ruins. Read some glyphs. Read more glyphs. Read even more glyphs. Read more gylphs. Just kidding you didn’t read shit. Look up a guide for the answer to the riddle. Talk to Goth Wife. Get compliments by first trying it. Head into ruins. Talk to Goth Wife. Find statue. Indiana Jones to the opening. Talk to Goth Wife. Avoid patrols. Oh shit Ran’jit is invading. Oh shit theres a giant fucking boulder RUN! FUCKING RUN! Drop down. Run across place. RAN’JIT BREAKS THE PARTY UP! FIGHT HIM! No he isn’t going down. Run to statue. Place falls apart. GOTH WIFE NO! Return to Rabbit Village. Hand over stone to Rabbit Sisters. Talk to Lion Husband. Tell him Goth Wife has gone to the Cure Concert upstate. SKUNK MAN RUINS THE MOMENT! Skunk Man offers to bring Goth Wife back. Stand at a spot. Wave a lantern. Skunk Man summons Goth Wife. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Skunk Man dresses Goth Wife. Return to Rabbit Village. Talk to Rabbit Sisters. Ride down a tree branch. Unlock Qitana Ravel.

GET YA GROOVE ON WITH A SICK ASS WOOD INSTRUMENT SOLO!

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PUNCH OX STATUE! ADOPT BATQUATCH! DOOOO DUUUH DOOO DUHH DOOO DUUH DUHH DOOO DUHH DOOO DUHH DOOO! SECRET OF MANA REFERENCE! PUNCH SINEATERS! PUNCH CHIMERA WARDEN! NEARLY HAVE HEARTATTACK! Leave. Listen to Skunk Man Story. Talk to Goth Wife.

Return to Crystarium. Talk to Innkeeper. Talk with Ghost Husband. Walk out. WE’RE UNDER ATTACK! Build barriers. Ride out. PUNCH SINEATER! PUNCH SINEATER! PUNCH MORE SINEATERS! PUNCH ALLL THE FUCKING SINEATERS! You win. But at what cost? Talk to Rabbit Captain. Cheer her up. Return to Crystarium. Talk an alternative route into Amh Araeng. Talk to people. Talk to Thancred. Walk across tracks. Talk to drunk dude. Talk to Trolley Enthuists. Take 20 years to hand over a wrench, hammer, and tools. PUNCH SOME BIRDS! Return. Drunk Lion is still drunk. Talk to Thancred. Talk to Sexy Nerd. Listen to Sexy Nerd and Knife Daughter have a heart-to-heart. Run across the desert. Track down some worms. PUNCH SOME STUFF! Get some ore. Talk to dude. Return to Trolley enthusiast. Repair Golem. Sexy Nerd stays behind. Ride Big Thunder Mountain with Knife Daughter and Thancred. OH SHIT ITS RAN’JIT! THANCRED GONNA DO HIMSELF A GROWING UP! WHY DO TANKS DO SO LITTLE DAMAGE! PUNCH RAN’JIT IN HIS FUCKING FACE! Dadcred almost dies. Carry Knife Daughter to the edge oblivion. Watch as she has a talk with Minfilia. Knife Daughter is now a red head with pretty eyes. She is her own person. Support Knife Daughter. Find Dadcred near death. Knife Daughter is now Ryne. Ryne leads us to Snarlacc Pit. Unlock Malikah’s Well. PUNCH ARMADILLO! PUNCH BUCKET GOLEM! PUNCH COOL FAERIE LIGHTWARDEN! ALMOST HAVE A HEART ATTACK RETURN NIGHT TO DESERT! Leave. Talk to Knife Daughter. Return to Crystarium. Go to sleep. Talk to Ghost Husband. Talk to Crystal Lover. Fly to Kholusia.

Walk around. Punch some people getting high. Punch some more people. Approach Hooverville. Punch possessed people. FIGHT TO THE GATES! PUNCH JESTERS! RUN UP STAIRS! Oh goddamnit its FUCKING Ran’jit! PUNCH HIM IN HIS ZENOS-WANNABE FUCKING FACE! Run up the stairs. Face off against J. Edgar Hoover. Watch him grow tiny wings and fly off. Take control of TWO TICKETS TO PARADISE! Finally attune to that fucking aetheryte. Talk to Book Son. Shame the 1%. Convince Anxious Catte Husband to aid. Ride across Kholusia. Talk to elevator guy. Ride out. Look up a guy and give the guy the exact amount of lumber you have. Ride back to elevator. Skunk Man talks cryptically and walks away. Take elevator up. Look around. Talk to Sword Daughter. Walk up ramp. Look around. SHOEBILL! See dude. Ride across. Oh hey its an Artist Guy you saved earlier but I didn’t mention before. Convince him the 1% isn’t here to dodge their taxes. He says bring back the guillotine. Say thats fair. Talk to Anxious Catte Husband. Crystal Lover appears. Ride out. Meet Dwaves. DO YOU EVEN LALI-HO MOTHERFUCKER!?! Attune to aetheryte. LALI-HO LALI-HO LALI-HO Use darts. SHOEBILL! Hit Dwarf. Get accepted. Do another round of darts . SHOE BILL! Hit the dwarf. LALI-HO! Go with Crystal Lover and escort Dwarf. PUNCH ALL THE SINEATERS! Go invisible and put dwarves to sleep. Get caught by head dwarf. Knock him out. Ride back to Town. Anxious Catte tries to make amends to Artist. He punches catte husband with words. They call it even. Ride out. SHOE BILL! Sleeping Crystal Lover. Ride back. Witness a GIANT GOLEM! Ride forth. Unlock Mt. Gulg. PUNCH GIANT LION! PUNCH RUBIX CUBE! PUNCH SINEATER LADY! Unlock Crown of the Immaculate. PUNCH DONALD TRUMP! OH FUCK TRUMP TURNED INTO FABIO! PUNCH HIM MORE! Absorb his essence. Oh god having a Heart Attack. Crystal Lover appears. YAY! Crystal Lover turns out to be a Catte Son! Do you hear that? Is that a Skunk Man? HES GOT A GUN! OH NO HE SHOT CATTE SON! Oh no the heart attack is getting worse. You faint and wake up in your innroom.

Talk to Ghost Husband. Fucking...the Sun is back up at 6:30 in the fucking morning. Order Black out curtains. Walk around. Talk to people. Go out and look over the world. Talk to Ghost Husband. Feo Ul appears and thinks you’re off your rocker. Go to Amaro Rookery. Try to leave without your friends. Your friends stop you from going. Group Family Hug. Knife Daughter is included. Fly out to Lakeland. Fly to giant island. Sexy Nerd pets the island but it goes back to sleep. SUMMON FEO UL IN ATTACK MODE! Island is actually Bismarck! He flies you into the middle of the ocean!

Welcome back to Relaxing Music you can study to 24/7. Talk to Scions. Walk along the bottom of the ocean. Discover fishman. Fishman flees. Track down fishman to their base. Talk to fishmen. Attune to Aetheryte. Talk to Fishmen. Ride out and punch some stuff. Talk to Goth Wife. Ride out and inspect some architecture. Talk to Goth Wife. Return to Fish Men. Ride out to giant glass house. Talk to Blacksmith. Due your job quests. Return to Blacksmith. Get Job Armor and metal thingie. Return to Fishmen. Hand over thingie. Talk to Fishmen. Talk to Scions. Ride across the ocean. Talk to Sword Daughter. Ride across ocean. Talk to Sexy Nerd. Barrier is lowered. Ride through the bottom of the ocean. DISCOVER A CITY! Go to Elevator. Take elevator. Welcome back to Lo-Fi Ascian Radio to Study to while the noises of the city and debating ghosts play in the background. Ride across the city. Talk to ghost. Get called a child. Talk to other ghosts. Sealion one into debating a guy. Talk to register dude. Sit on bench. Talk to Friend Shaped Ghost. Go to the counter. Leave. PUNCH SOME BLOBS! Return to Ghost. Ride across. Talk to Scions. Have a pep talk with each of them. Talk to Book Son. Approach doors. Enter doors. Have a dick measuring contest with Skunk Man. He opens the doors to hell. Unlock Amaurot.

Run Amaurot. Punch---WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?! OH GOT ITS DROPPING METEORS ON US! OH FUCK AN ENTIRE BUILDING IS COLLAPSING! OH FUCK! OH GOD! OH FUCK! Never speak of this moment again. Punch Balloon Chicken. Balloon Chicken runs away. PUNCH ALL THE DAEMONS OF HELL! Punch Balloon Chicken. It blew up. Take portal. Listen to Skunk Man read Dante’s Inferno. Punch cosmic horrors. Punch cosmic horrors. Punch book end with legs. Leave. Flex on Skunk Man. Skunk Man punches the Scions. Have a heart attack. Touch Ghost Husband’s Axe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ONE BRINGS SHADOW ONE BRINGS THE LIGHT! Let us do away with false names, I AM HADES! Unlock Dying Gasp.

PUNCH HADES! PUNCH HIS GHOST FRIENDS! MUSIC SWELL! OH FUCK HADES EVOLVED INTO A GHOST FLYING TYPE! MUSIC REACHES CRESECENDO PUNCH HADES! GET BEHIND ARM! REMOVE CURSE! BREAK BUBBLE! DODGE MIDDLE! PUNCH HADES! HADES ACTIVATES BONDAGE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) BREAK FREE WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP! KICK! HIS! FUCKING! ASS! Leave. He’s back. Dadcred enters the fight and chucks White Aurecity at him. Goth Wife, Knife Daughter, Sword Daughter, Sexy Nerd, and Book Son power it with light. Summon Ghost Husband’s Axe. THROW IT AT HIS FUCKING FACE! YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! ...Remember us...remember we once lived. Save Catte Son. Swim all the fucking way back to Kholusia. Lose Sexy Nerd on the way. Book Son almost dies. Get celebrated. Walk back to Crystarium. Enjoy a hero’s welcome. Go back to Eorzea. Pray thee return to the Rising Stones. Surprise Tataru.

Meanwhile in Garlemald. Edgestinien teams up with Hobo Gaius. They fight across Garlemald and break in. Zenos was possessing an Elezen. He takes his body back from Elidibus and stabs Emperor Severus Snape. Hobo Gaius is all like ZEEEENOOOOS! Cut and roll credits.

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Duemiladiciannove - Francesco Gabbani (lyrics translation)

On ‘GabbaDay’ this year, Francesco dropped a special song! It’s a limited edition song that he firstly sent only to fans via whatsapp and then released at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJzfibyF6Uo (I suspect he did it for the ‘controversial’ content of the video, but he also said it is a gift to his fans as a ‘thank you’ for the support through the years)

Personally, I adore it. Not only because once again I am able to enjoy his brilliant lyrics mixed with an upbeat music, but also because the video is completely filmed in my hometown Milan and I recognise so many spots of the city I love so much.

Here’s a translation for all of you beautiful fans of our king Francesco :D

Duemiladiciannove - Twothousandsninteen

Due zero uno nove DueMilaDicianNove

Two zero one nine TwoThousandsNineteen Duemila e diciannove sul bagnato ci piove ‘Odissea nello spazio’ ne ha mancati diciotto cappuccino e cornetto chi l’amore, chi il sesso ma il cornetto ha un difetto nel cappuccio si è rotto chi la fa se la gode 2019 non lo so… fai un po’ te

Two thousands and nineteen, when it rains it pours ‘A Space Odyssey’ missed eighteen cappuccino and croissant who gets love, who gets sex but the croissant has a flaw and it broke inside the cap what goes around gets enjoyed 2019 I don’t know... up to you

Al di l�� della norma del sistema sociale (e cri cri cri… ci son troppe cicale) con un piede nel bene e una scarpa nel male dietro a queste parole dentro cui ci perdiamo al di là del senso, del progetto immenso del concepimento dell’essere umano ti amo

Beyond the social system standards (crick crick crick... there’s too many cicadas) with one foot in goodness and one shoe in evilness behind these words inside which we get lost beyond sense, beyond the immense project beyond the human being’s conception I love you

E se mi vuoi ti aspetto qui dietro a quello che si vede tra la materia oscura e un pò di stelle nelle vene Io comunque resto qui sotto a quello che si tocca nel cuore della lotta tra il sublime e il verme tra lo spirito e la carne (DueMilaDicianNove)

And if you want me I’ll be here behind what can be seen between dark matter and a few stars inside the veins By the way, I’ll stay here under what can be touched at the heart of the struggle between sublime and worm between spirit and flesh (TwoThousandsNineteen) Tra una paura gigante e l’entusiasmo del principiante tra un sogno libero in volo e il tremolio delle gambe stanche con una mano che ruba e un fondoschiena senza mutande saranno pregi e difetti distruzioni e progetti delusioni e confetti chi la fa se l’aspetti... aspetti

Between a gigantic fear and the beginner’s enthusiasm between a flying free dream and the shivering of tired legs with one hand which steals and a backside without underwear It’s gonna be virtues and defects destructions and projects delusions and sugar plums what goes around comes around... just wait

Due zero uno nove DueMilaDicianNove ciclo di rivoluzione un altro giro sopra il mondo Due zero uno nove DueMilaDicianNove

Two zero one nine TwoThousandsNineteen revolution circle another turn above the world Two zero one nine TwoThousandsNineteen

Ciclo di rivoluzione DueMilaDicianNove e tu chi sei? E tu dove vai? E tu come stai? E tu come stai?

Revolution circle TwoThousandsNineteen and who are you? And where do you go? And how are you? And how are you?

Un pò ridendo e un pò scherzando se ne è andato un altro anno tra la verità e l’inganno tra Natale e Capodanno Io vorrei che nevicasse come nevica in un film che diventa tutto un pò più giusto e bello tutto a posto e molto meglio

While laughing and joking a bit another year came and went between truth and deceit between Christmas and the New Year I’d love if it snowed like it snows in the movies where everything becomes slightly more good and beautiful everything all right and much better

Sooo... do you like it? Have you got questions? As always I tried to translate it less literally, trying to maintain his double-meaning words and his witty use of figures of speech ;)

Thank you for still being ‘Gabba fans’ and to lovely @iacomary97 for reminding me with her post that I needed to translate this new song as well!

#translation #song lyrics #Francesco gabbani #duemiladiciannove #lyrics translation #iacomary97

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Dailies - Home from home

23.07.19

It’s technically morning, with the fans snoring like pirates in hammocks, or alternatively white rattlesnakes, and the water outside taking it’s turn to blow unevenly on my singular body which cannot sleep. Someone is fading in new lights at the window, just fast enough to get your attention. New Haven, picking an outfit. Not for us, mind you. Never for us. For logics unknown and in no need of explaining, for no sake at all, but certainly decided.

24.07.19

You walk out into the morning which is like drinking from a stream., putrescence consistent, insect karaoke, packed lunch of sandwich and plumb. Your career is waiting in the howling tunnel, but for now you are walking errands and eating sunscreen. Answer your own question, if no one else can, buy what you want for breakfast. I’d rather a life than your kind of efficiency, the grind of a waiter scraping your own.

Je suis complètement larguée, perdue, levée d’ancre, un petit rafiot qui traverse la rue dix fois pour en retrouver un grand, vide, rudimentaire, à peine construit, alors que la nuit grésille et présente des étoiles. Il n’y a pas de maison en mer, et quand vient la fatigue, les seules certitudes qu’il y a ne sont pas reposantes.

25.07.19

It was one of those moments you know can exist, where you receive a long and genuine moment of practical kindness from a cook vinyl collector whose girlfriend sold you plates and glasses, who knew New Haven so pretty well and drove to your street without a GPS, and helped you pick up a table and chairs, and when you listened to music to remantle the table you found your apartment beautiful, and when you left you talked to someone fixing something big and funny in the grass with tape, and walked past the smell of fresh pizza. And if you pay attention you’ll notice your gait is wider, your shoulders back, that loud cars are listening to music they like, and that the power poles sing just as well as cicadas.

26.07.19

Blasted be this bus– bad day I suppose. Learn from mistakes only. I’m torn between a headache and a dedication to being Buddha-like, to mourning the unlikely refund, the upcoming exhaustion on the Uber, Lis’ exhaustion at her work. I chose to be here, yes. And I will make of it what I can. There is no reason not to be, once I have cradled my little suffering, to coo like the toddler in the yellow dress and earrings, you are traveling, you are traveling, your time is never wasted.

It’s as if I cannot be on this Jersey Turnpike at any time but at eye-hitting sunset. As if the world will not allow it. Perhaps it was the first loving thought I had for this place that assigned me to it, and that I am now the sole designated lover of the gold cutouts on the Passaic river, this residence of cars where mere accumulation forms our departing products in the dust. If so, I am to see it as itself, not as a shallow safari of white and red metal birds, not as a child’s toy-strewn floor, the working hand on a veiny body. I am to see it strange billboards and all, a land bent to utility, understanding of its own gas-fumed complexity, tarmaced and bolted, where flatness is walls, having picked me.

27.07.19

Auntland is just so damn well written. And Lis is working god knows where but always impressing me. My friends are beautiful in a way that simply means I love them. She stops in the antique store where I do not, tells the Roman coins to me. How does one organize a store like this, where paintings are stacked, unnamed, painted wood and cursed carved jade? What went on in a Mayan mind, in this unpolished mosaic mirror? We should buy a castle together. We don’t recognize the Manson murders. We eat cumquats from the branch, and figure out how we are gods. I paint, and Eli knows government secrets. The buses are socialist free. Ten meters of crying DiCaprio, whose girlfriends are never over 25. I decide who lives or dies, who gets to take the scooter home. What a delightful Chekov’s gun, what a connection of inanities. And with the would-be limes that glued circles into my palm so that I must fill them with wisteria fuzz, we took to the painted wood and wrote: OAI. And in the Georgetown chalk dust of the building we found nothing exciting at all but sent off our exploring nonetheless, we took the eraser and wrote: OAI.

28.07.19

We buy plums, small and mottled, skin the best, and get them in a plastic bag. We joke about the poem, freezer plums, while the heat gets at my shoulders you touch, use your neck to protect me. The juice flecks our elbows with purple paillettes, and the lace at my breast. I’m intrigued that you like me, intrigued if you like me. A line of sweat rolls down your back from your bra and another from of the fold of my butt. I say, not to you, “see what I meant about fruit?” with the slit of the plum open at my thumb and use my tongue to finish the fleshy pit.

29.07.19

É, T, ohielleu. Je m’appelais comme ça avant. Maintenant il y a à ma place quelqu’un de très bien, mais de complètement différent, en chemises rayées, les yeux fermés au soleil, riant ou riante selon le jour, montant une étagère seul(e) et repensant à ce que moi j’ai senti en me disant ayant sept ou huit ans. Ça me va. Cette person ferme les yeux et voit une photo qui n’existe pas, d’un balcon espagnole en sépia. Elle s’amuse à habiter n’importe comment, et aime beaucoup, tout court, d’une manière que je ne pouvais imaginer que par le biais de moi même. Elle pose toujours des questions, ça c’est bien. Elle pleure d’autres choses que de désespoir. Elle a fait la paix avec elle même, et sait que tellement d’autres trucs vont venir lui foutre dans la gueule. Celle dont elle a le plus peur de voir en colère c’est moi.

30.07.19

The dump outside my apartment seems to be getting fuller every time I go home. Every day, I encounter a new insect. I think « I’ll come back for this later, and if it’s gone, then it’s gone » almost as if I’m thinking it was meant to go. The world has been trying to make me believe in predestination. My bottle of Gamsol spills in my suitcase, but it pools entirely into the dustpan at the bottom. When I lift it up, it spills, but only into the suitcase cover. And it cleans the spray paint off my hands. The ruins of cardboard valleys smell, that is the clearest reminder. They enter a state of being trash and immediately start to smell. I reach into the dumpster for what I need— magpie mind, magpie means. This is the sink I will be drinking in for the next year, and the stove doesn’t work. I walk the cupboards into the house like Easter Island heads.

31.07.19

Warm and sticky, legs and teeth, rain or percussion, swipe and reloading. Misspell a dinosaur. Cool yourself down, cold brownies in the fridge, muggy but just muggy, not hot, waiting for imaginary clothing, talking about drawing clothing, think of opening the window to the wet air, stay pinned by your laptop like by an at-home cat. Film over your teeth, laugh track in a song, chattering gutter, TV-show noises, waiting to go to a task, ignoring the pressing one, pick up your phone, write down a number, stand up, be light headed, sugar nourished.

Skill number one: drink water when you are drunk. Ceaselessly gulp, breathe like a bull into your glass. Why drink, when you are embarrassing enough sober. Blind men would find you bottomlessly stupid. Find the time to find this funny. Laugh about what matters. Think about going dry. See yourself stumble, again and again and again, off the walls, into bed, into formless conclusions.

01.08.19

Something not quite like a headache leaning against the side of my head. It’s the screens, I know that, and maybe the lack of sleep that I intent to maintain, and the beer today after the last night’s Old Fashioned, the earbuds I stole from a lost and found just parsing sound through my ears. My phone screen is sick now too, necrotic pixels growing only when you check, like the pea plant on the windowsill. A vision clouding while I continue to smile, not to sound morbid, of course.

02.08.19

If your body has decided you are going to cry, and no amount or quality of your usual thinking is going to save this (remember, this is also matter of luck and means) find yourself a comfortable place or places to do it. Jaywalk and scowl at the cars, ask the sun for cancer-freckles, worry your music with volume, drop yourself from finger-height like a pill into a glass— any form of cutting off will do. Don’t actually hurt yourself. Learn to recognize the good habits from the bad, the healthy from the fucked, palpate your own side, train yourself to make the right decision.

03.08.19

This place is one big noxious noise and I am not using it to its full effect. I am the one white Bollywood dancer who goes on the dance floor to think. I do this during sex too. My thoughts take monster forms on the dance floor, legged, entering. I dance like a writing, like a thinking, like unlocking the heart of an encyclopedia: Americans dance on their heels, and I would stomp if I wanted to be masculine. Eye contact changes everything, not only for you, especially for others. Look at the two women grinding— couldn’t that be you? Would you know how to give yourself properly to that hand? Would you squirm? Would you fear? You’ve stopped asking if you seem awkward or brave. The question has been eradicated. You’re working out of line, and doing nothing at all. You are looking at the halo lights and watching your carrousel mind melt in a black plastic shape where you’ve decided to put yourself for nothing. Couldn’t you do more? White woman you are, cleavage-key, dancing sexy for the Hindu gods? What a waste.

04.08.19

The sea reminds us the strongest, because every ripple is a mountain where one crest is the sand and another is the sky, because a half of you is pushing through jade hip by hip, because you are driftwood-sun-dried and the water takes your breath in weight or in drowning lap. We are reminded when we sit on rock, and the wind and heat does the all of us, when our bodies are just another thing for the world to be on, when the being there is just being at all, smelling seagull fallings (fish, shit) while the ocean talks to itself.

05.08.19

We dolly our furniture in dark processions, clack and bonking from pavanent to pavement, sweating evenly. Once again a ferry, this time two-manned, this time jolly, stopping traffic like spirits on the street, chatting shotgun through the tower of trays, legs, drawers, scraping wrists and ankles, puzzling at our load on a corner then off again. Simone can’t tell if she pisses Matan off. In living with strangers she doesn’t mind being bossy. Dish towels are clean and not for cleaning. She refutes claims of her dirtiness. I find she is someone who is very sensitive to gender roles. Abby Adult says adult beds are not in corners. I climb up the walls to give myself a red canopy. Stash and steal and crowd and clutter, Howl’s bed, magpie’s mind, treasure box. Let me live somewhere I can get lost.

06.08.19

I am folding myself into this house like into a blanket, filling every corner with some hand-sized glee. The moving and choosing fires off the part of my brain that is a mouse pushing levers, saving grains, planning for later, living like cooking, by habit and precaution. Cameron had nothing in their room. These are two sides extreme, both beautiful, both in their own flavor correct. My choice is to be fret-tired and worn in a moment; rather than lacking or scavenging later, bumped and familiar with frustration or money-spending. I like the bartering, the cooking with nothing, the piling and stringing things up. “Your DIY aesthetic” says Matan, strange and insightful again. Birds will make a nest to see it torn down the next year.

07.08.19

The storm like me back it seems. I talk about her incessantly, of when the kites fly low and remind me of the sea, of the way the sky presses on the city and makes you notice it, doing what you’re doing but doing it with your eyes on a corner between roofs were you see her scheming the rain, first drizzle then pour. And I make my ferry way, pressing my umbrella between my fingers and phone, braced and ready for the trick to fall, eager in the waiting like happy prey. And when you do start love, you have humor: you growl somewhere to the side-ear and fall just on the chorus of Don’t Let Me Down while I join in and soften just as it stops. You have me laughing clamorous and soaked and clear.

08.08.19

I dream that I am Theo, lost and boyish and cut-off from everything and especially myself expect girls and history and whatever excites the mind to marvel. Let me read again, now that I am slightly weak, now that my mind is playing tricks on me again, listlessly making me believe I am worth no one’s time. I want something to sparkle for me or damnit I will go and find it. I will go to a play tomorrow and I will be in New York and I will read on the train. By God I will be good at this if nothing else.

09.08.19

“Pay attention” says Ethan, “to how your body feels.” Is your phone less reactive, or is it the cover screen? The chord, the block, or the device? I stand evenly on both feet in the line at UPS. I return every eye that meets me, insistently— look at me, I am looking too. Pay attention. My face feels gathered like a half-raised first. My step clacks, my back is straight, I am no floater, Theo. Where is my benevolence? Why must it depend on, vaguely, if Adrian is sleeping with Lis, if Holly cancelled on me, how my body decides to wake up? Who am I being so cool for, so impenetrable, when I have said so often that I refuse to defend myself against people?

10.08.19

C’est drôle comme rapidement je me remets à aimer. Il faut aller trouver ces choses: la pièce de théâtre indépendante et un peu étrange, l’établissement au nom russe, la tartine un peu brûlée. Florence me pose les questions comme il faut: non pas, comment vas tu faire (qui est une bonne question, mais pas la première) mais que vas tu faire. Je sais déjà ce qui me fait frémir. Tout ça je le sais. Il s’agit d’être radical. De savoir être radical. De choisir. D’aller chercher. Savoir rester heureux est vraiment un art— étrange d’ailleurs, vu que le monde a tellement à donner pour être heureux.

The AC in the train starts up again. There’s a helpfulness in the air today, like the summer doesn’t want to end, is sunny, and sea-like, glowing and streaked with clouds. But the movies are closed until September, and I don’t understand it. The coast has put on its best, I can tell, but doesn’t dare ask me to stay and I am ignoring it— going home. Never have I felt so invited to roam little Connecticut alone. But I am going back to my duties, sad-no smiling to the sun, as if I am an adult who truly must. How symbolically heart-ending if I were to sit inside today! I’ll go, no I will. I’ll take Natalie or no one but I will. You cultivate what you want to be, Caleb said it, we all agree— nothing has so clearly been that occasion for a good habit.

11.08.19

And we didn’t go to the beach in the end— we will, because we have a car now, but we have not yet. Instead we took the car to Lowe’s and the storage unit, and made a copy of the keys. I sat in the back seat with the sea in my hand like a toy I’d been told to be quiet with. Trent slid his hand over the wheel and he and Natalie held arms over the front seat like parents, in a way signaling to one another they’ve just felt affectionate, but must for now keep it seemly for the children. I take Natalie in, big eyes on her for long moments. Bare-chested Trent eating strawberries over a chair makes me stare. I want a moment with Nat alone (walking to the car, at home while errands are run by Trent and her mom) to raise the back of my hand up and point to my finger: the ring? As if to ask: how are you? How much of who you are with me can I still expect to see? And then, no matter the response, to say: alright, I’m glad.

12.08.19

The walk to work is always interesting. I face the sun both ways, cross like an accomplished idiot, stride as if to prove to the summer session students, and the tourists, and the construction workers, that this place is mine. The air is carpeted with the hum of HVAC and wired with cicadas, cool and rustling near the graveyard and parking-lot hot near the Whale. A painter camouflages a new building into the sky and an old man coughs on the steps of his house, wearing all red. New Haven calls for climate emergency, and for gun lessons, and for a twin pack of cigarettes (and of course, to Tax Yale). I am only a certain amount of native here.

13.08.19

Last night called for rain which came and stood, grey boots in the window at my awakening. Thanks to it now I am under the burbling skylight, wedged into the service stairs like a young délinquant, barefoot, sandal-tanned and flecked with black with but only waiting for my flats to dry. Donna Tartt narrates over me in alliterative phrases stuck there since high school English: “widow Dido,” “Popchik, Popchik.” She makes the packing of my lunch seem frantic. I am misted in parts and soaked in others. I contend with the parts of my commute I have the least affection for when they offer me shelter. Boring duties are renewed with care (I check my bag like a friend) and the umbrella surprises me with a watery caresse. The pour stops and starts in uncaring moods, while I marvel at the fleck of dry sand on my fingernail, as expertly dropped as a seagull’s bird shit.

Making food, spiked-seltzer drunk, feels like something I should be doing in my early twenties. Still in my shoes, not quite bumping into our move-in mess, navigating to the stove where my peppers are patiently cooking. Technically drinking alone, I suppose, although Nat and Trent are in the room next door. They’re as if teenagers had gotten married, playing locked-up video games, eating pop tarts and pop corn. I’m being mean, but still. Give me a friend other than myself to be arrogant and drunk with.

14.08.19

The day has felt like a skipping record. I sit with my shoes awkwardly up on the bar of the old geology classroom table where we have our lab meeting, legs apart, changing the position of my hands to look more like the men on the team. I’ve been wanting to project to them, and to convince myself, that I am confident, and unashamed of myself as a researcher. The flattened squamate skull Kelsey has been segmenting all summer spins evenly on the projection screen like a rainbow screensaver. “It took me a lot longer than I’d like to admit to figure out how to make it loop in PowerPoint,” she says, in the bored and awkward silence preceding Anjan’s arrival, “does anyone hear that ominous beeping noise?”

As the meeting goes on I feel bad for my cynicism. Anjan is helpful, and full of feeling; he kicks his voice into a fury about how the auditorium in the new science building will have no exhibits for modern research, only stupid, dead, drunkard white guys, dried out carrions in their graves whose work we refuse to shut up about. Pisses him off; he’ll go up and give them a piece of his mind. “How about you Alice?” eventually he turns as he does for each of us to ask about my progress, paused and attentive, a gooey ring of white exposed all around the iris. “That’s good!” I flicker my eyes around the room, unsure if I have ended my explanation. “If you’re working on vomeronasal projections you should look up nervus terminalus– nerve zero. It’s kind of an old theory, might be totally wrong but you never know. It’s worth looking up. Some of those old dudes tend to say more interesting things than some people in the field nowadays.”

I think back to the ominous beeping at the apartment, poked through my reading by the musical sting of Trent’s medieval strategy game a room away. He and Nat hadn’t realized I was home at first, and had cooed at one another in a way I knew I would only hear now as they would never do it around me again, and talked about how mushrooms tasted like cum, Trent explaining that he had, yes, sampled his own cum which is why he knew what it tasted like. I made myself coffee, which I never do, half milk and three spoons of sugar, feeling like a thief for taking from Nat’s Knick-knack teapot. Worse, I catch myself wanting a drink, in pathetic emulation of Theo’s own self-seriousness, the brooding, world-bereaved young man, for whom defensiveness is not only perfectly reasonable, but noble.

15.08.19

Jack, you came up in conversation with Nat. There’d been a build up to it all week, me thinking about morality and self-image, feelings of guilt, feelings of rancor. I sat on the couch, wrapped up into myself, furrowing my brow because I wanted to feel myself do it, wanted to put myself here, guilting profusely over every movement and word I said. I was too arrogant, didn’t notice when Nat stormed out that morning, I steered the conversation wrong (“how do you learn to do that right?” had asked Max) toward myself, or towards the wrong kind of comfort or advice or recognition, sloppy, really. Just sloppy, when you can be deft. And I thought about how guilty I felt for what I’d done to you I said, “if I forgive myself for what I did, then I am no better than him for forgiving himself, for absolving himself of the need to think of the pain he’s caused, and the pain he might cause in the future.” The difference, of course, and I don’t need a shrink to remind me, is that I need to hold us both to the same standard. That does not mean I’ll happily dismiss you to my advantage as deranged, or a dick, as you surely do me (I can almost hear it) but it does mean that I can expect for you to think on your behavior as much as I have mine, and when you do not (I have no way of confirming that you do) work accordingly. Same standard for you and I Jack— simple as that. For me and you and everyone else. Mix and match.

16.08.19

The next day I wake up thinking “let’s try impunity” and what an immediate delight. I walk and I see: GMC pickup, electric pole panel, security camera, parameter, when was this constructed? Are they working on Payne Whitney? Yale facilities vans have reference numbers. Brick patterns on the windows, tinted glass, where does this bus go? My voice picks up, I am un-embarrassed to speak, I listen to rap and move around the lab. I work. On the way back the air is breath-hot, and mercury light pushes out from behind the clouds in blingy prelude to a storm. I’ve selected a song of Lis’ that pulls my confidence all the way up through my spine, two gender-fucking voices, one slapping and modern, the other age-old and trilling.

17.08.19

I didn’t think I wanted to swim until my feet were in the water. Perhaps it is like weighted blankets and hugs that make you cry: being held never uses the front door of the mind. There is movement, my froggy propulsion through the water, and then there is the off-handed way the ocean sloshes to the shore with you still in it. I cannot conceive of the volume in any other way but the sea. Knowing what it is like to drown can change everything. Barnacle cuts are pink and radiant but impossible to feel, the opposite of paper cuts, which I suppose makes sense in more ways than one. I tie my ribbon around my hand like a tribal fisherman, hung up by all limbs in the water. I accost the dead skin on my heel. I speak and sing to myself. I do not notice the fog until it is in.

18.08.19

Shovel-fulls of visions arrested on their way to meaning. The day is jumpy and bored until. I am marvel-bound until I am talking, at which point I am stringing conversation and looking at your tattoos. Your eyes are clear, like lemon beer. The walls flake, and your photographs are grainy with dark, looking for fish in the deep. A sense of light, an understanding not semantic. A re-wiring. I climb and make, I sit in your smoke, I show the different angle which is absurd and funny, makes us tiny toys. You are from Moldova, I have to remember. I hold your hand on the backseat. You were talking yesterday about the moving holes of LSD.

19.08.19

The sequence of the day has seemed completely natural— something a hobbit would set their watch to from the porch, looking out into the turning of the world. Chris was around, and will be for the next few days since his New York conference got cancelled. We both understood the afternoon so well before carrying it out: we would both get chai lattes and bump around the Willoughby's unembarrassed when our orders get messed up, say we should “make the usual walk to the Div school” and stop to sit in a tree by the observatory, perch in the stormy wind like two academic birds in the Marsh Hall belfry, and chat about efficiency, and language, and morality. At work, it storms. I pack up to walk home some half hour after the rain and head to Stop and Shop in the gold-dripping postdiluvian afternoon: an excuse to see a neighborhood that isn’t mine, where streets fan out into the unknown, sparse with people and rife with churches, a zone I’ve not yet added to my mental map. I buy bread, hair ties for my roommate, “nice” jam for the other, slot them in my technicolor backpack, and glide home on the sound of crickets and seagulls beaming through the limpid air.

20.08.19

I’ve decided not to go to work (Laurel hasn’t asked for me, I’ve figured out the extraction problem on my own, I’m getting lunch with Chris and Julia near the med school, I’m not even getting paid anymore, I have other things to do, and if she needs me she can just text). The only thing I’ll be missing is the chill of the lab, without which we are faced with an unclenching strip of hot, humid weather than I scroll across the weather app on my phone. The apartment is still as whispery as a wood: spoon tinkling once against my chosen mug of tea, Trent or Natalie taking a rising sip from the vape pen, mindlessly clicking at a video game, against the faraway in-and-out of chittering cicadas.

21.08.19

Around 1:30am we left Viva’s and dropped Jenna off with her three-year-faithful, less-successful-than-her boyfriend (Andrew? It would be weird if Chris slept over with him walking around the one bedroom apartment in the morning) but the rest of us had other prospects. I guarded Christina like a puffed bird while she changed in the trunk of the car from a black striped shirt to a black striped sweater, and helped list the roofs in the area. I could do Dwight, Kris had the password to the Howe Street roof, and Cameron still technically had keys to the whole building, but their first suggestion had already taken it: the creepy, stony walls of St Lawrence Cemetery mausoleum.

Next, drinks: I had half a bottle of mango-nectar orange juice in the fridge, and a flask of vodka that’d last been used at dinner on Friday for one of Christina’s mosquito bites. Nat and Trent had moved in with a dreg of Maker's Mark, which was waiting on the kitchen counter, and Kris, of course, had more vodka at home. Halfway out of the apartment, waiting for Natalie to get dressed and join us, I couldn’t help but laugh at our situation: we’d pulled into the parking lot like a bunch of gangsters, crouched over the giant electric fan in the back seat, Kris smoking and blasting some dark, full, floor-of-the-mind Witchhaus for the entire tenement to hear. We were making things exactly as we wanted them, speeding off onto a road that was empty and ours with the arrogance of a Neo-Tokyo biker gang.

Campus, which had felt like a kingdom until yesterday, has been retaken without a breath of effort. The air smells like a firecracker, and the dorms like shoe-box houses. People have started partying, and practicing, and working, as if they had spawned there already in the act.

22.08.19

I am drunk and sober enough to write. We are magnificent tonight, you would see it. Our kisses barely hold back— I kiss Kris on her rough, shorn head, I rasp at her slenderness, the meeting angle of smile and cheek, I kiss Keduse on his good man’s t-shirt, on his Egyptian locks, the enamored look in his eyes and hands, I kiss Cameron with hands around the waist, into bony rebellion, hated and going, spirit that knows me in a pair, dyed hair.

And for those who are not with us, I have planted a kiss on your neck— feed me more alcohol. For those who are too lost to stay— you are guiding yourself, and we are here waiting. For those who are trying us, getting their feel— our love extends to you too. We are the city, that much I can tell. She is in the blinking foreign, she is in the dollhouse lights, she is in the streets of police and the things out of their sight. The drug dealer, the broke, the roped-up nervous boy, and those who’ve got nothing to lose, and everything to look for.

She is the stage for us, the in between. She knows I see her— she is the mint I bring to my lips with inexpressible longing: wilderness of love. I cannot smell it without knowing it exists. After all, she is here: kiss them, she says, for I cannot quite do it in a way they will understand. Dutifully I do, and imagine hers, smiling sadly, pearled horizon, born dressed. I will miss you, Christ! God I will miss you! How much I owe, and this fantastic longing, it stands for all the rest of it! What tender love I will feel until I am torn from this.

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amandadeni-rossotibet · 6 years

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Che dite? Le mie mini crostatine alla confettura extra di prugna, con fichi? Giuro buonissime . Per la ricetta seguite il blog alla “crostata di limoni”. Vi metto il link in bio ⬆️⬆️⬆️Aggiungete poi a freddo la confettura di prugne e decorate con fichi, more e fantasia. Una spolverata di zucchero a velo e voilà una merenda casalinga. P.s ho messo la carta da forno solo per isolare l’alimentazione dalla “gratella” che di ruggine pura 🙈ma per la foto era appropriata 😅 🇺🇸What do you think? My mini kake with extra plum jam, decorated with figs? very good. For the recipe look at the blog "lemon pie". I put the link in bio ⬆️⬆️⬆️ Add after cold the plum jam and decorate with figs, blackberries and fancy. A dusting of powdered sugar and here is a home-made snack. The baking paper is the insulation from the iron which is rusty however for the photo to be nice 😅 #merenda #fichi #marmellatadiprugne #conserva #more #crostatadifrutta #crostata #fooddesigner #kake#pâtisserie https://www.instagram.com/p/BnYdeVAntyq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2ysj6ruzsbx0

#merenda #fichi #marmellatadiprugne #conserva #more #crostatadifrutta #crostata #fooddesigner #kake #pâtisserie

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cookingcool · 7 years

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Crostata con mele, susine e zenzero

Ho provato a fare queso dolce, mi ha attratto la combinazione dei frutti e la frolla senza uova. Il risultato finale è buono, un sapore fra la crostata e lo strudel. Da provare. 300gr di farina 00 100gr farina di riso 70gr zucchero semolato 150gr burro 120ml acqua fredda 1 pizzico di sale Per il ripieno 4 mele 4 susine Zenzero fresco 4cucchiai di zucchero di canna 1 tuorlo Ho setacciato le farine a cui ho aggiunto un pizzico di sale e il burro freddo di frigorifero a piccoli pezzetti. L'ho lavorato con la punta delle dita fino ad ottenere un composto sabbioso. Ho aggiunto lo zucchero e piano piano l'acqua fino ad amalgamare tutti gli ingredienti e avere un impasto ben lavorato. L'ho avvolto nella pellicola e messo in frigorifero a riposare. Nel frattempo ho lavato la frutta e l'ho tagliata a spicchi grandi mantenendo la buccia, l'ho messa in una padella antiaderente con lo zenzero grattugiato e lo zucchero. Ho fatto cuocere questo ripieno fino ad ottenere la frutta morbida. Ho steso l'impasto mantenendone un po' per le strisce decorative, ho foderato la teglia dopo averla imburrata e infarinata. Ho messo il ripieno di frutta e infine le strisce bucherellando i bordi. Una pennellata di rosso d'uovo e in forno a 180 gradi per 40-45 minuti. Eng version Tart with apples, plums and ginger I have tried this tart attracted by the combination of fruits and the no-eggs skip. The final result is good, a flavor between the tart and the strudel. To try. 300gr of flour 00 100gr rice flour 70 g of sugar 150 g of butter 120ml cold water 1 pinch of salt For the stuffing 4 apples 4 plums Ginger 4 spoons of cane sugar 1 yolk I sifted the flour to which I added a pinch of salt and the cold butter in small pieces. I worked with the tip of my fingers until I got a sandy compound. I added the sugar and slowly the water up to mix all the ingredients and have a well-worked dough. I wrapped it in the film and put it in the fridge to rest. Meanwhile, I washed the fruit and cutting in large twig holding the peel, I put it in a non-stick frying pan the fruits with grated ginger and sugar. I cooked this stuffing until I got the soft fruit. I lay down the dough keeping it a bit for the decorative strips, lining the pan after having rubbed and floured. I stuffed the fruit and finally the strips banging the edges. A brush of egg red and oven at 180 degrees for 40-45 minutes.

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chefadriano · 7 years

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Tajine fassie [ stufato di agnello alle prugne .>

ingredienti per 4 persone .: 800-900 gr di agnello halal tagliato a bocconcini , 200 gr di prugne secche , 2 cipolle , 2 cucchiai di zucchero o miele , 2 cucchiaini di cannella in polvere , 1 bustina di zafferano , 1 cucchiaio di semi di sesamo tostati , 1\2 cucchiaino di zenzero in polvere , 1 cucchiaino di acqua di fiori di arancio , olio extravergine d'oliva , sale , pepe nero , 100 gr di mandorle sgusciate e pelate ( a piacere ) .

fate cosi :: mettete le prugne in ammollo con acqua tiepida per 1 h , sciaquate la carne con il gettito di l'acqua fredda , poi mettetela in un tegame o tajine [ piatto di terracotta ] insieme con lo zafferano , cannella , pepe , sale , 2 cucchiai di olio extravergine di oliva , le cipolle grattuggiate e lo zenzero , coprite a filo con acqua , mettete il coperchio e portate a ebolizione , fate cuocere per 60 minuti , a metà cottura prelevate 1 mestolo del brodo di cottura e unitelo alle prugne sgocciolate , insieme con la cannella rimasta e il miele [ o lo zucchero ] mettete poi le prugne in un pentolino e fate cuocere per 15 minuti mescolando , poi versate il fondo di cottura sulla carne , poi disponete sulla carne già cotta insieme alle prugne , spruzzate con poca acqua di fiori di arancio , spolverizzate con semi di sesamo , il piatto è pronto . > dalla mia esperienza da cuoco , potete arricchire questo piatto con le mandorle cotte in olio di semi , aggiungendole solo al momento di servire questo stufato .[ adrianomennillo ] Tajine Fassie [lamb stew with prunes].>

4 servings.: 800-900 gr of halal lamb, cut into pieces, 200 gr of prunes, 2 onions, 2 tablespoons sugar or honey, 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon, 1 packet of saffron, 1 tbsp toasted sesame seeds, 1 \ 2 teaspoon ground ginger, 1 teaspoon orange flower water, olive oil, salt, black pepper, 100 gr of shelled and peeled almonds ( to taste).

method> put the prunes to soak in warm water for 1 h, Rinse the meat with the proceeds of the cold water, then put it in a pan or tagine [terracotta pot] together with saffron, cinnamon, pepper, salt 2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, onions and grated ginger, cover flush with water, put the lid and bring to a boil, cook for 60 minutes, picked up a spoon halfway through cooking the broth and add it with prunes drained, together with the remaining cinnamon and honey [or sugar] then put the prunes in a saucepan and cook for 15 minutes stirring, then pour the gravy over the meat, then you have the meat already cooked with plums, sprinkle with a little orange flower water, sprinkle with sesame seeds, the dish is ready. > From my experience as a cook, you can enhance this dish cooked with almonds in oil seeds, adding them only when ready to serve this stew.

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One Amazing Couple Follow Their Dreams + Say “I Do” in Tuscany

We never know what life might throw our way, and this amazing couple decided, despite challenges, to still follow their dreams, and that meant saying “I do” in the hills of Tuscany. Surrounded by family and friend, they celebrated all they’ve overcome together and toasted to a beautiful future. Peter & Veronika captured it all and this love story is not one to be missed – more this way!

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From Bride… Evan and I met seven years ago when we were both working at a restaurant – Evan was working as a bartender temporarily and I was paying my way through university. We were friends first and then quickly became more.. after eight months we moved to the city and got our first apartment downtown. We both began our careers doing what we love: Evan as a Construction Manager and myself in Marketing and graphic design. Over the next few years we grew as a couple and as people – we went through great times and some intense personal struggles, but kept the focus on our life together and each other. We would always come out strong no matter what life through at us. Little did we know that it was this mentality that would prove to be extremely helpful when the biggest challenge we would face yet was thrown at us unexpectedly…

Two years ago while working in his dream job as a Construction Superintendent, Evan broke his neck when an improperly secured load of flooring weighing 3500lbs fell off of a delivery truck onto his head and neck. Evan was instantly paralyzed from the shoulders down, and was left without full use of his arms and no use of his hands or legs. He was lucky to have survived his accident without any head trauma. After five months in the hospital and intensive rehabilitation, we began our new life together – although very, very different, nothing changed our outlook on life or how much we love each other. Evan is now confined to a wheelchair and needs 24 hour care and assistance, all of which I do myself as we decided early on we didn’t want to live with nurses and care aids – we wanted to lead normal, private lives!

After Evan returned home from the hospital we packed up our life and moved temporarily to Southern California to attend a world renowned rehabilitation facility for five months in order to help him gain his strength and focus. While we were there, Evan proposed to me at our favourite restaurant in San Diego called Juniper and Ivy – completely by surprise! He had designed my ring himself with Dino at Harlings Jewellers in Vancouver while he was in California – he even had it shipped to California without me knowing with help from his therapist!

We decided to have our wedding in Florence because we had planned a trip to Europe BEFORE his accident happened that we had never been able to do – and we did not want his injury to stop us from visiting all the places we want to go. Our passion together is great food and wine and Florence, Italy was at the top of our list for destinations. We found an amazing wheelchair accessible seven bedroom villa located 45 minutes outside of Florence in the Tuscan countryside called Castel D’Acone, and the rest just fell into place! Our wedding was intimate as we decided to turn the whole thing into a group European vacation with our closest family and friends for the week. The wedding was perfect and our entire week there was like a dream. For our honeymoon we decided to stay in Europe and visited Rome, Barcelona, The South of France and Amsterdam.. and enjoyed every minute of our travels.

We hope to meet other couples from around the world who are going through similar situations as us. We are soon launching a new website soon as a vessel to connect with people we can help, and let others know that you CAN live your life to the fullest as a happy couple – even after devastation and loss.

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One Amazing Couple Follow Their Dreams + Say “I Do” in Tuscany

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