but good stuff for a change!!

stuffoco  asked:

Hey do you know of any good books on food history? I'm super into your extensive knowledge on the subject. Did you just learn from reading stuff online or through like life experience or what? 😌 hope you're doing well!

Life experience mostly, my family was always involved in the food side of things, whether it was farming, green grocers, butchers or being cooks in large households for posh people. There was also a lot of book reading and anecdotes involved because my brain is just a sponge for all things history and how economy and social status changes what we eat and how we eat it. You can tell a lot about society based on current eating trends.

For a user friendly link I like to give to people writing historical fiction, this is really useful website and has informative resources to follow: http://www.foodtimeline.org/

Nothing irks me more when people write things about the “Victorian’s inventing ice cream”, but that’s just because I’m a big nerd and a stickler for detail.

anonymous asked:

Totally agree with you. If they had a good marketing team some stuff would change. Unfortunately I don't see things changing re talking about Sam's acting when 1) the showrunner himself fails to 2) the showrunner thinks Jamie's actions are stupid and things no man would do 3) most see Sam as the meat maybe take Jamie for granted? Not sure if I'm expressing this thought correctly... Season 3 is a major season for Jamie, and I hope it all goes well in that area. Claire's growth was S2's salvation.

I dunno dude, maybe things will never change. Maybe if we start speaking up about wanting objective, balanced reporting, maybe it will change. Or maybe we’re just destined to keep on keeping on, on the broken OLPR rail tracks for another 6 months(and beyond), I just dunno.

Originally posted by anoutlandishidea

Will things change? Probably not. 

Should things change? YES.

one of the most important things when it comes to social justice type stuff is knowing the difference between a person who needs to be educated & a person who needs to have their ass kicked tbh

so often u see people who r misinformed getting torn apart when they probably wouldve changed their mind if they had proper knowledge & people who r consciously hateful pieces of shit being tolerated bc “dont fight hate with hate” & its just. No Good

I’m working on the next chapter of The Storyteller and the Thief, and I’m so chuffed with this scene I just wrote. Must share. So here’s a preview, full chapter up on Sunday.

Pidge was distracted, listening to Lance’s story. He really was good at it. The tables and benches had been cleared to the sides of the room to give him space to perform, and he danced around in the ring thus provided, waving his arms and continually changing his body language and his voice to match the various characters he portrayed. Occasionally he waved a hand and caused an illusion to appear to illustrate the tale.

Blue was with him, running around his feet almost in a figure eight, cavorting like a kitten. Somehow Lance never stepped on her, no matter how she pounced and jumped and climbed his leg halfway to leap off again in an acrobatic twist. No one seemed to notice her, so she must be invisible to everyone right now. It was a just a little game she and Lance played with each other, known only to themselves but enjoyed fully by each.

“And there the Hunter stood, his hands on his hips, huffing as the Rabbit ran off into the forest.” Lance mimicked the god in the story, hands on his hips and face a perfect thunderstorm of disgust. “Tricked again! He couldn’t believe it. He was sure he had gotten the Rabbit this time.” Lance shook his head with a sneaky grin and wagged his finger in the air, eyebrows moving up and down to show just how foolish that had been. The listeners ate it up, some laughing, some clapping their hands on their knees, some wagging their fingers in mocking imitation of Lance’s performance.

“Just before he disappeared into the trees, the Rabbit turned back and laughed so loudly that half the world could hear.” Lance spread his arms and threw his head back, laughing at the ceiling loud enough to crack crockery. Pidge wished she could cover her ears, but her hands were still full of dishes. Lance spun in a circle and grinned at the crowd all around, as theatrical and showy as ever the Rabbit was. “‘Foolish Hunter! I wanted you to throw me into the prickle patch! It’s my home! You’ve known me all this time, and still you never learned that? Know thy enemy and know thyself, O Hunter of All!’ And he thumped away like the wind while the Hunter fell to the ground in a heap of grievous sorrow.”

Lance threw himself on the floor in a paroxysm of emotion, flailing his arms and kicking his heels like a toddler throwing a tantrum. The crowd roared with laughter, and Blue leaped over Lance in a graceful arc, as delighted as he was. Lance sat up and raised his hand, and an illusion appeared hovering in the air over him. A starry tree, as in the stories of the beginning of the world, and a human figure made of sparkles and light and dark spaces chasing a similarly composed jackrabbit on the ground. They ran around the tree three times, the Hunter never gaining on the Rabbit, and then the two starry figures rose higher in the air, leaving the tree behind. The bright pinpricks of the stars within them brightened, and expanded, and then there were the constellations of the two gods picked out like cross-stitch in an inky sky.

Lance stood slowly, almost regally, his final illusion of constellations framing him with the Hunter on his left and Rabbit on his right. His voice changed, becoming more solemn and measured, less comedic and boisterous, as he delivered the conclusion of the tale. “And thus was born one of the finest pieces of military advice that ever mortals were given. 'Never ambush your enemy without knowing where his warren lies.’ We thank the Rabbit and the Hunter for the lesson, and may we never forget.”

A flourish of his hand, and the illusion faded from sight. The crowd clapped and cheered, and Lance bowed deeply to his front, then turned and bowed to the right, to the left, and behind him.

anonymous asked:

You seem to be really good at advice, and I was wondering whether you have any advice on dealing with nosy people/people who pressure you in to doing things that you're not comfortable talking about? I find it difficult to change the topic/answering the question without answering it. Is there anything you do it avoid these awkward situations? I feel like I should ask why they feel obligated to know, but I'm sure they'd keep pestering me about stuff like that in the future. I try and avoid (1/2)

them as much as possible, but it’s difficult when you share the same class’ or change seats etc (2/2)

Hii! :)

Ugh, I feel you, nosy people are my least favorite kind of people, tbh. Especially the ones that you don’t even know that well, yet they feel like it’s totally okay to interrogate you.

Now I gotta say that I’m a pretty blunt person in real life actually, lol! I have plenty of patience with friends/family, but otherwise, I’m a rather private person and if you’re sticking your nose where it shouldn’t be, you’ll know when it’s time to stop talking to me. :p 

But I totally get that not everyone’s like that, and you might find it difficult to flat out tell someone (or even just let them know with short, dismissive answers, like I usually do) “this doesn’t concern you, and I don’t feel comfortable talking about this”, but nonetheless, you have every right to do so. 

If you tell a friend or family member this, surely they’ll understand, and if you tell anyone else that you aren’t really close to at all, it means that it wasn’t their business in the first place. 

Never feel guilty or bad or awkward for not wanting to share your entire life story with anyone who happens to be curious, or to politely let them know. 

Another great tip: The thing about people is, no matter how nosy they are, for most human beings it’s in their nature that they can’t resist talking about themselves when given the chance. As much as they want to know stuff about you, a lot of folks are big fans of talking about their own weekly drama even more.

So whenever someone fires one of those questions at you, what works all the time (for me at least), is the wonderful line “idk, what about you?”, or “meh, what about you?” and the chances are that when given the opportunity, they’ll take the bait, and you’ll easily turn the conversation around for it to focus on them. 

But hey, I’m afraid there’s no way to avoid these kind of situations altogether, sadly. I hope this helped a little though! 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.