A new recipe ! Roasting veggies can seem simple, but it took me a while to get it right. I hope you’ll like it ! Also, this bread pile I did with leftover nuggets was really good, and you should try it.
I can imagine Robert Sugden piling in the bread in crates to pay homage to his failed proposal. After Rob’s comments about Aaron and Liv at the Mill, I imagine he’s already thought of accommodating Aaron’s minimal needs with haystacks, crates, and obviously a beer barrel. He’ll hold off on the burnt out shell of a car though. A short&sweet ceremony where the Dingles and Sugdens don’t pick sides, but seats. Intimate and heartbreakingly beautiful.
FunHaus is my favorite Let’s Play group now and I think Elyse is my favorite because during one of their drunk game plays she was eating bread in the background to help stay sober and she just….puts down a huge pile of crustless bread. She just fucking eats like half a loaf of JUST CRUST,
hot cider, bobbing for apples, hearty soup, trick-or-treating, ginger bread, jumping into a pile of leaves, burnt marshmallows, the smoky smell of a crackling campfire
smiley jack-o-lanterns, turtlenecks, candy corn, fields of sunflowers, fresh pumpkin pie, hay rides, collecting acorns, caramel apples, stepping on crunchy leaves, warm sunshine in the cold air
the smell of the first chill, drizzling rain, leaves slowly drifting down, the smell of orange and cinnamon, pumpkin ice cream, cranberries, the wind rustling in the trees
wet leaves, hot tea, scary movies, corn mazes, sweet potatoes, smooth white pumpkins, the snap of a twig, the crisp first bite of an apple
during the interval last night one of the assistant stage managers came into our dressing room with a pile of the prop bread we used for the restaurant scene and said “is there a bin in here? [ensemble member] has literally licked every single bread roll” and in that moment i realised i was the only person in the room who knew about the lik the bred meme and not physically dying from laughter there and then was the greatest challenge to date of my almost 20 years of life
So basically my friend got stuck at subway by locking her keys in her car and her parents were out of town. I jokingly said something about sleeping on a pile of bread and using lettuce for a blanket but honestly nothings a joke when you have Photoshop.
“Honey, I’m home…….” Emma Yang sang as she entered the small apartment she shared with her best friend, Rylee. She tossed her keys into the small bowl on the table just at the entrance, dropping her bag and slipping out of her boots almost simultaneously. “You’ll never guess what happened,” she called out as she headed to the kitchen, straight for the refrigerator. She began pulling out everything to make a sandwich, continuing on even though she hadn’t heard from Rylee just yet. “So he buys me dinner and a couple of drinks. We end up going back to his place, and we’re vibing and I’m really considering sleeping with the guy– and then he asks if we could do anal. Talk about a way to ruin the mood, amiright?” She spread a little mustard on her bread, before piling the sandwich up and taking a huge bite, munching away as she made her way through the apartment, knocking on Rylee’s bedroom door before barging in, finding her best friend sitting at her desk, hunched over a pile of textbooks. “Want to know the worst part of it? –He wasn’t talking about doing anal to me. He wanted me to do it to him. He showed me what he wanted me to use and everything. I mean, to each his own, but pegging isn’t really my thing, which I told him.” Emma held out her sandwich. “Wanna bite?”
Carry me onto your raft - the apple of my crown - The window knows this, That life in it’s gold boxes is as endless as the reflection. I’d do it for the cactu in which you awaken For the lakes of crimson you’ve expanded. You are the parched woman of a tiger, The bittenness of the sweetness, the power of the water. Pockets of steel converted into gold. I want you to rescue on my leg. The mirror breathing from my mouth. To the naked color of the silken movie. The garden awakening from my eyelids. And a lewd form’s earth will appreciate you. The tremulous cat attracts against the serene wombs. The order of the peace
Here i am, a fresh eyelids shook in the area of angel Everything whirlwinds of with cosmic voices, the salt of the lunar And piles of lion hearted bread inside morning. Arcane, paper-mache time!