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His Paula Deen takedown went viral. But this food scholar isn’t done yet.
Michael Twitty’s mission: To evangelize about the African roots of Southern food.

Wow this guy is amazing uhhhhhh uhhhhhh such awesome work

-blogger at Afroculinaria.com

“Twitty is deeply engrossed in both the African American and Jewish food traditions. “Blacks and Jews are the only peoples I know who use food to talk about their past while they eat it,” says Twitty, 38.”

“From Richmond it was a short jaunt to Colonial Williamsburg, where Twitty spent the week lecturing, conducting training sessions and cooking in period costume at three of the living history museum’s venues. In all his talks, Twitty emphasized the impact of chefs and cooks of African descent on shaping American and Southern cuisines in colonial times and after.”

“At a conference he met the scholar Robert Farris Thompson, author of “Flash of the Spirit,” a book about the influence of African religions on African American art that helped him see that “soul food” was, among other things, a spiritual term describing a mystical connection between humans and the animals and plants they eat.”

“He cooked and he gardened. He studied heirloom seed varieties, some that had been brought from Africa and some that had been carried from the New World to Africa and then, on slave ships, back to North America, among them okra, black-eyed peas, kidney and lima beans, Scotch bonnet peppers, peanuts, millet, sorghum, watermelon, yams and sesame. He called those seeds “the repositories of our history” and wrote about them in a monograph published by Landreth Seed in its 2009 catalogue.”

“Twitty’s embrace of all the various parts of himself — African, African American, European, black, white, gay, Jewish — sometimes raises hackles, as does his habit of speaking his mind. An article he wrote in the Guardian on July 4, 2015, suggesting that American barbecue “is as African as it is Native American and European, though enslaved Africans have largely been erased” from its story, elicited scorn and worse: Many commenters were outraged by his idea of barbecue as cultural appropriation.”

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i was broken from a young age
takin’ my soul into the masses
writin’ my poems for the few
that looked at me
took to me
shook to me
feelin’ me
singin’ from heartache
from the pain
takin’ my message
from the veins
speakin’ my lesson
from the brain
seein’ the beauty
through the
pain

i think roy and riza might be the first ones to figure out that farris is ishvalan, but the human transmutation…oh, there’s no way ed doesn’t pick up on that REAL quick

the image was strong enough that i needed to get it out regardless of the mess ;;

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Anonymous said: if dnd farris ever met tres horny boys, do you think they’d get along with them?

oh man, i got this question when i was feelin really shitty on thursday and it cheered me right up, sorry for taking a few days!

but hohohoho

farris would adore magnus. are you kiddin’? they’d love that giant goober. and of course, as a druid, they’d be totally up for using wild shape to mess with the bureau on his behalf

i feel like farris wouldn’t be…the biggest fan of taako for the sake of him seeming to take nothing seriously? he’s kind of a huge asshole sometimes! but once they caught on to why he doesn’t really trust anyone, they’d get it. not super friendly together, but they’d tolerate each other. dat powerhouse magic combo team tho

merle…merle’s a little difficult, honestly? he’s such a conflicting character with so many different sides to him that it’d be hard for farris to get a read on him. but they’d appreciate his ~honest earthiness~

From Arrested Development to Liberated Soul: Dionne Farris

Dionne Farris’s debut solo album, Wild Seed-Wild Flower, is bound to become a classic for those of us who know that the slogan “It’s a black thang, you wouldn’t understand” has more to do with variety and complexity than with some secret, unified code dictated by melanin. This one’s for the cool in all of us who understand the mix: living in the ‘hood and summering in the Hamptons, rocking both the bob and the baldy, and growing up on steady diets of Aretha, the Eagles, the Police, and the Chi-Lites.

For those of you who still insist on viewing black music (and by extension, the black community) in tired, myopic terms, well, Dionne’s got something fo’ yo’ asses. Wild Seed-Wild Flower is an unprecedented melange of funkabilly (think Thelma & Louise black-girl style), blues, gospel, rock, Sweet Honey in the Rock-inspired a cappellas, a li'l lite FM, and a whole lotta soul. 

If her voice sounds familiar, it’s probably because we’re still experiencing flashbacks from the sweet aural caress Dionne blew on Arrested Development’s 1992 chart-busting single “Tennessee.” Her powerful, haunting vocals helped bring the group from underground sensation to worldwide multiplatinumdom, 

Dionne, engaged at the time to AD drummer Rasa Don, broke ties with the group just as its success was looming. More than a few friends told her she was crazy and that she should apologize and beg her way back, but Dionne felt she had to listen to her heart. She decided that her dream of a solo career was more important than being an “extended family member” of her fiance’s group—or even than being married. 

She second-guessed herself more than once. “Back then I thought that breaking up with Don was the worst thing in the world,” Dionne says with a chuckle and a knowing smile. “But when I look at it now, I have to thank him. I was about to jump into that whole marriage/baby thing without really knowing who I was." 

Now, with Wild Seed-Wild Flower, Dionne’s confidence is unshakable, though she’s a little annoyed by black radio’s tendency to dismiss music (like Me'Shell’s and Joi’s, for example) that can’t be easily classified. "It’s scary that black radio is so narrow,” she says. “I’m black. My mama’s black. So for anyone to tell me that I don’t do black music is bullshit. I do music for black people and anyone else who wants to listen.”

With the help of David Harris, her co-writer and producer, Dionne just wants to sing her songs. “Music is really music.” she says. “Why do people have to label it? Are they so afraid that we’ll ail just go free and there’ll be too much love in the world?”

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  • investigation dream team! also i think farris probably has a habit of like…rearranging the uniform to suit their needs and whenever people give ‘em shit they just go “you let elric wear that fucking red coat” and it’s a constant back and forth with the brass probably
  • action sketches! battle and/or alchemy poses
  • welcome, i am now your conductor for the ot4 train, toot toot

Belthin

Large population, Elves. Built in a thick forest. There are homes and shops built out of dead trees, in the trees, etc.

No real guard presence, however the people are very skilled and martial law exists. There is a certain code they follow. E.g. don’t kill, steal, or hurt.

Cursed town. These Elves aren’t capable of entering their trance state, and instead must sleep. Instead of a normal sleep schedule, they’re cursed to fall asleep all at once at a random time. They can go days without sleep, or hours. Their sleeping spells cause accidents and tragedies.

Sit n Stay: Run by Narbeth Farris. Meant to be a quiet places for elves to be in a trace. Business has stopped. He’s decided to start enforcing the “law”, a code that the elves typically follow. If he feels anyone is breaking it, he drags them back to his Inn and holds them there until a fee is paid either in gold or items. The rooms are small, tall, and meant to be sat in. Nothing else.

Thick Skin: Run by Alwin Bruthe. Leather working shop. Loves making shoulder pads, absolutely adores wide shouldered men. His fellow elves are too narrow, and he will beg to make you a pair if your shoulders are wide enough.

Benevolent Spirits: Run by Ayda Oloren. She brews her own, and she brews it strong. Much too strong for a typical human. You’ll wake up with awful aches and pains, but also see bits of the future when you puke. You can find a distressed elf named Solana getting absolutely wasted at the end of the bar. Ayda tells you she’s been like that for a straight week now since her 121st birthday.  

Solana: 121. Female Elf. A drunken wreck. She’s crying, drinking between hiccups, and seems inconsolable. She manages to slur out that she’s trying to see more of the future to save her town. Elves typically don’t drink enough to get a hangover, so she’s the only one who knows. Everyone else dismisses her as a drunk. She’s terrified of….

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