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Human recipe blog post, which is seasonal and appropriate, by me (alive person)

Well folks time of year is fast approaching here in location on earth country continent, where I live (DON’T WE ALL!), and as we people all know that means it’s the season to put some stuff in a saucepan.

What is that stuff.

It’s food.

So now you have got to listen up, to this narrative, which establishes my authenticity as a human that’s alive, and eats and has meaningful relationships with similar ones, and you know haha, EXISTS in some kinda SPECIFIC BOUNDED PHYSICAL AND TEMPORAL ARENA, which you had damn well better believe distinguishes me from many other humans, in, some way.

TODO narrative taking place in earlier time period when body had less mass (proportion of difference???) with like appropriate interactions with genetically-similar humans (+ dogs?????? are these dogs genetically-similar too, what is significance of dogs)

I’m sure some of you out there can relate, as humans that have hands with fingernails! Ha.

So now you have also got a relationship with a food I made or ate, or you want such a relationship, however that works.

Earlier I put some stuff in a saucepan and I took its picture.

The second picture is slightly different from the first one, they’re not the same.

Okay I fucked up this part and I didn’t note down the proportions but that’s relateable also, and this stuff I fucked up? It’s really good stuff, it’s got both common inexpensive ingredients and others that aren’t, because I am the sort of alive human, whose cultural context, makes that reasonable, to have those things. This is both relateable and aspirational in some fashion, for, alive humans SUCH AS OURSELVES… self-deprecating remark… you boil the stuff.

That was a recipe.

I’m supposed to put a photo of the finished thing last but it’s not done it’s still on the stove, here’s a picture of a dog, we like those.

This is my dog.

Food + How To Order - Part 1

Hey guys, recently I’ve been craving Japanese food which led me to come up with the idea of doing a little mini-series on my blog about food in Japan, and how to order at restaurants! There will be three posts in this series;

1 – common Japanese and Western food vocabulary
2 – common drinks, sweets and desserts vocabulary
3 – how to order at Japanese restaurants

So please keep an eye out for all the posts in this little mini-series. Once all the posts are online, I’ll be posting a link to all of them here for easier access. Make sure to reblog this post so that you can access it easily when studying! I hope you enjoy this series and find it useful!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Japanese Food ・和食・わしょく :
Curry and rice・カレーライス
Fried rice・ 炒飯 ・チャーハン
Grilled chicken・焼き鳥・やきとり
Grilled meat・焼肉・やきにく
Hamburger steak・ハンバーグ
Japanese pickles・漬物・つけもの

  • Assortment of pickles (cucumber, carrots, eggplant, daikon)・ぬか漬け・ぬかずけ
  • Dried and pickled radishes(大根・だいこん)・沢庵・たくあん
  • Marinated and pickled cucumber・きゅうりの浅漬け・きゅうりのあさずけ
  • Salted and dried Japanese plums・梅干し・うめぼし
  • Thin slices of pickled ginger・ガリ

Octopus dumplings・たこ焼き・たこやき
Omelette rice・オムライス
Pan fried noodles・焼きそば・やきそば
Pork cutlet・豚カツ・とんかつ
Rice / Meal・御飯・ごはん
Rice balls・おにぎり
Rice bowl・丼・どんぶり

  • Rice with beef and vegetables・牛丼・ぎゅうどん
  • Rice with chicken and eggs・親子丼・おやこどん
  • Rice with deep fried seafood・天丼・てんどん
  • Rice with eel・うな丼・うなどん

Savoury pancake・お好み焼き・おこのみやき
Sticky rice cakes・餅・もち

Western Food・洋食・ようしょく:
Brown rice・玄米・げんまい
Fried chicken・フライドチキン
Fried potatoes・フライドポテト

Box lunch・(お)弁当・(お)べんとう
Japanese cooking・料理・りょうり
Meal / Cooked rice・御飯・ごはん
Side dish・おかず

anonymous asked:

no offense but like when are you going to stop pretending to have an eating disorder

oh yeah you totally got me im just pretending to hate putting food in my body and i’m just faking having panic attacks at the idea of eating food and i totally don’t always feel like i’m eating too much lol i’ll just stop that now like wtf what even prompted this why would you even send this to me or anyone get a fucking life lmao

1. Nobody is like you.

2. Some people won’t care about things as much as you will so don’t take it personally.

3. Just because you put in effort doesn’t mean everyone else will, you are human and you are pure and it’ll hit you someday that maybe you care to much but that’s what makes you special.

4. You’re going to have to take care of yourself sometimes and that’s okay.

5. You’re going to cry alone sometimes cause life’s not fair and that’s okay.

6. Hardship and pain will help you take care of others and it sucks but it’s true.

7. Never expect to receive what you give.

8. Everyone shows love in different forms whether it be making sure you got home safe, making a big deal of a small victory or just letting you know you are appreciated at 4 am.

9. Just because it is not said every day doesn’t mean the people in your life don’t care for you.

10. Just remember, people may not think that the things you care about are as important as you do so don’t be disappointed in the lack of effort, it doesn’t mean they don’t love and care for you.

11. Everybody is different.

12. Do things because you want to, not because you want others to do the same thing for you.

13. I’ve very slowly realized that caring too much isn’t a weakness and neither is crying so don’t hate yourself for doing either.

14. Just do what makes you happy, please.

—  Some things I’ve realized this year                                                            Rojean Tasbihdoust

Laurent is one of those people who if he had a blog it would always be like black and white stuff and sad quotes. But then all of a sudden the blog would slowly have some colors and then later of aesthetic pics of couples and soon after would come love quotes and it would just be all colorful instead of sad and stuff because he met Damen and…that warms my heart

Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
@kurosaki224-new-blog replied to your post “aha ngl i’ve been 100% appreciating the colin farrell thirst bc like…”

Tbh I never thought I would ever utter the word “Daddy” without cringing but COLIN FARELL IS DADDY AF AND I WOULD PROBABLY LET HIM DOM ME IN THE MIDDLE OF WHOLE FOODS UNREPENTANTLY




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on a picnic

he pours her a glass of sangria while she puts on even more sunscreen.

“if you put any more of that on, you’ll turn into a ghost,” he jokes, sampling a sip from her glass. though she prefers red, they only had white wine in the house, so they mixed some up with lemons and limes, topped with mint from their garden. cold and refreshing, the drink demands another sip.

“if i were to put any less on,” she counters, taking her glass from him, “i’ll turn into a lobster. which would you prefer?”

leaning back on his forearms, he purses his lips, says, “depends. would there be melted butter involved?”


“would i be in maine or germany at the time?”


“have you ever had german lobster? i haven’t, but i doubt it’s as good as-”


then, he quiets, pours himself a glass.

though summer has reached its peak, the day isn’t too hot; a light breeze drifts by every so often, swaying the tall and golden grasses around their picnic blanket, and the sun is blocked from severity by a partly-cloudy sky. she wears a blue cotton sundress, one she bought before they were even together, and the skirt bellows out around her knees, a brassiere a foreign idea when the dress is so much more comfortable for her without it. with the handmade basket she’s had forever, they packed a lunch that morning, one of brie and pellegrino and whole grain crackers, along with homemade fig jam and grapes. he braided her hair while she packed it all up, and as little pieces of her hair fall toward her freckled face, he smiles.

she’s so beautiful.

“we might need a new blanket,” she frets as she opens the basket, takes out the crackers. “this one’s taken a beating.”

she made this blanket ages ago, hand-stitched it and reinforced the bottom so that they could use it on wet grass, and ever since, it’s been a staple in their lives, a traveling companion and a memorable friend. next to his foot is the hole they burned in it when they went camping six years ago, mulder’s fire-building skills having gone south. on her side of the blanket, there’s a little patch she sewed on after a particularly raucous dave matthews band concert, one that proved that scully, alcohol, and high heels weren’t a good combination. the green blanket is half stains and half restitched tears; certainly, it’s taken a beating, but he can’t bear to think of making a new one.

“this one’s fine,” he rationalizes. “pass me a cracker.”

obliging, she hands him a couple, and as he bites down on one, another breeze comes, rustling up her hair. in the sun, she looks warm and luminous, like a beacon. then, she lies on her back, sangria in one hand and her book in the other. a teenager at their library had recommended scott westerfeld to her, and to mulder’s surprise, scully was reading a third book of his.

“c'mere,” he says, lying down and motioning for her.

confused, she sits up, scoots over toward him; then, he taps on his stomach, so she understands his hint, rests her head on his belly as she lies down again. her hair is warm against his shirt.

while she reads, he watches the clouds move by overhead, wonders what each one looks like. that first one, it’s definitely an elephant; he can see the square body and the little trunk with ease. the next one is a harpsichord, but he may be wrong, for he’s unsure he can remember exactly what a harpsichord looks like. then, he squints, looks closer and sees a heart there instead, the simplest of shapes to see in a cloud. laughing to himself, he disturbs scully, makes her ask, “what’s so funny?”

“this cloud,” he says, pointing up, “looks just like a heart.”

shielding her eyes from the sun and staring up, she says, “no, it doesn’t.”

“why not?”

“there’s no aorta,” she says, then goes back to reading.

to his surprise, she’s not joking, so he shakes his head, goes to pick up his own book and read. as she flips her page, he notices that his pen-marks from last night are still on her skin. with his pen, he tapped her forearm while they got into bed.

“these remind me of something,” he said as she settled in.

“my freckles?” she asked. “of what?”

“cassiopeia, the queen,” he explained, uncapping his pen. “do you mind?”

she shook her head, then watched as he traced from one freckle to another.

“here’s ruchbah,” he pointed out as he connected two freckles. “the next one is shadir, then caph.”

she remembered the constellation, watched as he finished it across her skin. though she hadn’t seen in the constellation in a while, the resemblance between the sky and her skin was remarkably close; the angles were the same.

“did you know that this constellation shines 40,000 times brighter than the sun?” he asked.

“really?” she asked, surprised.

“yeah,” he said, lazily kissing her wrist. “just like you.”

though she hasn’t showered yet today, he’s surprised she hasn’t washed it off yet, but he likes that it’s still there. he likes the constellations within her, even when those constellations get mad that he put her wool socks in the dryer.

“scully?” he says, interrupting her book once more.

she hums a response, stays focused on her page.

“i love you,” he says.

softly, she smiles, then turns to sloppily kiss his stomach.

“love you too,” she says. “now, let me read.”

“okay,” he gives.

he swears he can see cygnus on her shoulder, but he saves that thought for another time.

anonymous asked:

this is old as hell but i still browse through your low budget bougie tumblr for inspiration and stuff. it was really formative for younger-me trying to straddle health, food, and foodie white spaces.

It took me a while to answer this because this question actually made my week! I’m happy to hear that someone out there actually appreciated my random side project as I navigated the world on food stamps for a while.

It makes me seriously consider going back to blogging about the food I eat. 

Thanks again, I hope you see this! =)