a game of food

Cyrodiilic cornbread

Cyrodiil’s cornbread is like no other. Crisp on the outside, soft and buttery on the inside, this delicious bread complements most dishes yet is perfect to eat on its own. Cornbread is versatile as it works as both sweet and savoury. My favourite way to eat this is with a dollop of whipped butter and maple syrup, but have fun experimenting with toppings and dips to discover a whole new dimension of delicious!

You will need:
1 cup cornmeal
¾ cup flour
2 eggs, beaten
1 ½ cups buttermilk
2 tbsp brown sugar
½ cup butter, softened
2 tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt

Method:
Preheat your oven to 220C/425F. Grease your loaf pan with butter.

In a bowl, combine your dry ingredients. In a separate bowl, combine the eggs, butter, and buttermilk. Add the wet mixture to the dry and stir throughly until smooth. Pour into the loaf pan.

Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until the top is crisp and golden. Remove from pan to cool on a wire rack, and serve warm with butter.

anonymous asked:

your opinion on Sam and his eating issues / relationship with food. (I’m forever hoping Sam eating something for Christ's sake *sad face*)

Right? Can we just let Sam go to the farmer’s market and buy some freakin’ home-grown tomatoes so he can make a nice, yummy salad for himself (and throw steak bits in it because he is a big fella and a Sam cannot live on salad alone. I’ve written at length on the topic of Sam and food in the past, so I’ll stop rambling. In short, Sam is a sweetie whose relationship with food is all messed up, and he needs hugs and probably therapy.

My opinion on….?

[ ANOTHER DAY ]

- the world ends with you fanzine -

Proud to show my full piece out for the ANOTHER DAY TWEWY fanzine! Missing the times where we could snack at Ramen Don in Dogenzaka! So happy to be apart of this zine with the other amazing 50+ artists! Congrats everyone and happy new year! 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, at least in LA—
For Dan, Phil, Jack, and Pewds, ‘twas in fact Christmas Day.
But for Mark, the clock chimed out eleven at night,
And he scritched Chica’s ears as he reached for the light.

All his friends and his loved ones were likely asleep,
But Mark texted “goodnight” before counting his sheep.
His eyelids grew heavy, mind drifting toward dreams,
When the silence was shattered by thudding and screams.

“Oh, godDAMMIT!” A voice echoed out of the smog;
Mark jumped out of bed and tripped over his dog.
He recovered and made for the window with poise,
Which vanished when he spied the source of the noise:

‘Twas Arin, decked out in a red coat and hat,
With a sleigh full of gifts and an elf-costumed cat.
And pulling the sled as it hurled through the sky
Were the Game Grumps and Holly—turns out, they can fly!

They were dressed up as deer, with bright antlers and hooves,
And cute onesies to keep them all snug on the roofs.
Their noses were painted; t’were tails on their butts,
As they flew past the window (and Mark’s frantic “WHAT”s).

“Now, Suzy; now, Barry; now, Ross, Dan, and Brian!
On, Vernon; on, Holly; on, Jack, Matt, and Ryan!
To the top of the house, without hitting more walls!
And don’t challenge me, Ross; you don’t have the rein-balls!”

As Arin called out, the Grumps swooped in to land;
Mark wondered if he should go offer a hand.
The rooftop was angled, not built for a sleigh,
And a hospital’s no place to spend Christmas Day.

But before Mark could move, he did hear a soft sound—
‘Twas the thump of the sled as it safely touched down
And the shuffling of friends on his roof in hoofed feet,
So Mark whipped out his phone, and he tweeted a tweet.

“All the @GameGrumps in costumes came out of the sky.
They’re up on the housetop! I swear I’m not high.”
Then his phone gave a buzz in the palm of his hand,
For @bwecht had replied, “Mind your own business, man.”

Mark huffed but then straightened and made for the stair
After giving the screen one more halfhearted glare,
For he heard Arin’s boots on the living room floor,
And Mark had a few questions, and then several more.

Arin bustled about, a large sack near his feet
From which he took gifts and then stacked them up neat.
A smile lit his face with each present retrieval;
When he laughed, his form shook like a bowl full of evil.

“Dude, what the hell?” Mark demanded, perplexed,
“You broke into my house! Where’s the courtesy text?
And why didn’t you tell me our friends can all fly?
Are these presents a trap? Like a face full of pie?”

Arin’s eyes, they did twinkle; he spoke not a word,
Merely finished unpacking, Mark’s questions unheard,
For his headphones were hidden beneath his red cap.
Then he vanished, his ears full of jolly gift-rap.

Mark gaped like a fish, then he rushed out the door;
All the Grumps shot him hand-hearts and took off once more.
They explained not a thing; Arin yelled, merry-bright:
“Happy holidays, all, and to all, a good night!”

Mark facepalmed and dragged himself into the house;
Not a creature was stirring, neither Chica nor mouse.
All the gifts glimmered, innocent, under the tree;
They could wait til the morning, post-sleep and coffee.

And so if, in December, you hear a strange sound
While you’re sleeping with nary a witness around,
Just remember this tale, and do try not to jump
If you creep out of bed and discover a Grump. ;)

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I don’t think I ever mentioned it here, but this year I want to try making a Small Interactive Thing each month this year….so!

I’m not quite going to finish this one within the month, mostly ‘cause I was lazy last week ha, but here’s some progress on the first Small Interactive Thing!! I’ve been posting these and some other progress pics on Twitter, if you’re interested in seeing more ~Behind The Scenes~