Soul Eggs Benedict and Golden Kingdom Feast

Big big feast with many friends! Shout out to @pooty2t for manning the bread and @scuba-spaghetti for being a great general sous chef and rib sourcer!

Used the same crab and egg flavors as the barometz. I liked it, but I didn't have enough sauce to go around! The bread was buttery and fluffy and the sauces salty and the eggs poached so soft.

The vegetables were more flavorful than I expected with the vegetable broth used for the gelatin. I know they were supposed to be bland but I didn't want to do that to feed my friends. It's a Ukrainian recipe I found and the fresh basil really makes it pop.

The fish loaf did not set properly so I didn't get a good picture of it. It was also kind of meh.

I didn't get a good pic of the soup before it got demolished, but it was a lot of people's favorite! Very Thanksgiving mess of a flavor. The husbando found an exotic meats shop where I was able to get rabbit legs and I could break it down on my own! Browned in butter and slow cooked, with onions and with potatoes added later.

And the ribs oh the ribs. Slow roasted for 2.5 hours, glazed with a impromptu glaze (mainly hoisin, with some sugar, ketchup, soy, vinegar, sesame oil) and broiled for like 15 mins. Tender and fatty. Absolutely decadent.

April 3rd, 2024

I added some spinach to a frozen pizza.

I just had the worst bagel (not actually). The crumb was way too compact!! It was still good though, because it had a lot of cheese in it.

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"

And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."

Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

sorry for the noise that’s just me barking

Ice Golem Fish (and) Chawanmushi, Sweet Simmered Mandrake, and Barometz

Big one today! A lot of multitasking but I got it all out warm.

I did filet the fish myself (probably gonna put those in a reblog). Grabbed a milkfish and butterflied it, putting the head and bones into the pot to make broth which was then used for the chawanmushi and mandrake. Clam for nightmares in the chawanmushi along with some mushrooms I had around. The chawanmushi had a delicate flavor and the textures of the clam and mushroom were fun little surprises. Fish was simple and tasty.

The mandrake is celeriac again. I tried to use the same recipe as for taro, but I think it was underseasoned. Also I wouldn't recommend cooking with skin on even though it looks more like it. Has a bad texture and a little bitter. Otherwise it was a nice fresh flavor in contrast to the heavy lamb dish.

Now this was the star of the night. Garlic shoots stir fried for the shoots. I seared the lamb for a little bit on each side and then tossed em with crab paste for the crabby flavor and steamed with sake for a few more minutes and let rest while I cooked the rind. Squash for the rind, cooked in the same pan with the drippings from the lamb with garlic, sauteed until soft with a little salted egg as a treat and a nod to the balut. Goodness gracious. The lamb was perfectly cooked and tender and seasoned just right. And oghh man the squash. Slightly crispy on the outside and tender soft inside. The whole thing was a hearty umami blast with the fresh crunch of the greens when you need it. Would do again 💯

November 4th, 2022

HOLD ON HOLD ON THAT ONE POST ABOUT S10 AROACE GRIAN AND THAT ONE POST ABOUT SIREN SCAR-

Aroace Grian who's a fisherman and friends with Scar, a siren, because Scars magic doesn't work on him.

Scar Is also aroace. He just likes eating people.

I hope he has many, many regrets about coming back.

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered