french toast!

Originally by @langsandlit here with a few additions.  

en amerikansk pannkaka, amerikanska pannkakor - american pancake, thick pancake

en avokado -s/-sar/-or/oer - avocado

ett bacon - - bacon

en bagel -s (?) - bagel

en banan -er - banana

en brioche -er - brioche

ett bröd -en - bread

en brödrost -ar - toasteren chokladmjölk - chocolate milken croissant -er - croissant

en engelsk/amerikansk frukost, engelska/amerikanska frukostar - english/american breakfast 

en fattig riddare, fattiga riddare - french toast

en fil(mjölk) - fermented and soured milk, used as yoghurt

(en) flingor - cereals
en frukost -ar - breakfast

en frukt -er - fruit

en fruktjuice - fruit juice

en gröt - oatmeal

en havremjölk - oat milk 

en honung -ar - honey

ett jordnötssmör -en - peanut butter

en juice - juice

ett kaffe* - coffee

en kaffekopp -ar - coffee cup

en kaffelatte - milky coffee
kaka -or - biscuit, cookie

en kanel - cinnamon 

en kaviar - caviar, sandwich caviar on tube

ett koffeinfritt kaffe - decaffeinated coffeeen kontinental frukost, kontinentala frukostar - continental breakfast

en korv -ar - sausage

en lättmjölk - semi-skimmed milk

en lönnsirap - maple syrup

en marmelad - marmelade

en mellanmjölk - skimmed milk

en mjukost -ar - soft cheese on tube (in a great variety of flavours)

en mjölk - milk

en morgon, morgnar - morning

en muffins -ar/- - muffin

en mugg -ar/en kopp -ar - mug

en müsli - müsli/muesli

en nöt, nötter - nut

en O’boy - O’boy, Sweden’s most popular instant chocolate milk powder 

en ost -ar - cheese

en osthyvel, osthyvlar - cheese slicer 

en pannkaka -or - pancake, thin pancake

ett rostbröd -en - sandwiches bread

en scones - - scones 

en skinka -or - ham
en skorpa -or - rusk

ett smör -en - butter

ett socker - sugar

en sojamjölk - soy milken sylt - jam ett te, teer* - tea
en tekanna -or - teapoten tidning -ar - newspaper

en torkad frukt, torkade frukter - dried fruit

en varm mjölk - hot milk

en yoghurt -ar - yoghurt 

ett ägg - - egg, eggs

en äggröra -or - scrambled eggs

äta (åt, ätit) frukost - to have breakfast

*If you want to order a cup of coffee you’d say “en kaffe” because you are referring to “en kopp kaffe” while “ett kaffe” is more like a type of coffee. Same goes for tea

ok but where and how did the suffer brother acquire all the retro 80s props from the damn pringles can to all of joyce’s phones and the waffles and french toast sticks that were in the store???!??!?? im like tf how long did that take to stock up every house and store with authentic 1983 products and food and clothes??? help. 

godlessadversary  asked:

Good luck!

Thank you!

Progress report: chapter three has reached 28 pages. i may have to rearrange some things from the thumbnail sketches. About seven pages have been rough drafted including the title page. I have gathered relevant thumbnail sketches and outlines of Recovery into its own binder.

I hung out with my mom’s girlfriend and shes v nice! My mom’s roommate is also v nice and lively. she made us breakfast of rye bread french toast and bacon. the french toast was gross but i ate it anyway. i have also bought khaki pants for work.

I am currently using a restaurant’s wifi to answer asks since im running out of data on my phone LMFAO

We ate in silence for a minute or two.

“I heard you come in late last night,” he said.

Oh man, the charades are over on Danny’s side, at least partially. Let’s see how Taylor handles this.

I just gave him a small nod and took another bite of french toast, even as my heart rate tripled and my mind searched for excuses.

Taylor, externally: “Ah, yes, quite.”

Taylor, internally: “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT”

“Like I said,” I finally opened my mouth, looking down at my plate, “I just couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t get my thoughts to settle down. I got out of bed and tried pacing, but it didn’t help, so I stepped outside and walked around the neighborhood.”

Unfortunately, Taylor doesn’t know that Danny is aware of when she left the house in the first place. And now Danny will know that she’s lying, at least in part, because of course it doesn’t take three hours to walk around the neighborhood.

I wasn’t totally lying. I’d had nights like that. Last night just hadn’t been one of them, and I had gone walking around the neighborhood, even if it was in a different way than I’d implied.

Lies that are close to the truth are easier to maintain, or at least to rationalize, but you’re already busted.

“Christ, Taylor,” my father answered, “This isn’t the kind of area where you can walk around in the middle of the night.”

But of course Danny doesn’t want to tell her that he knows more. As he sees it, he’d risk alienating her further if he started prying too much.

“I had the pepper spray,” I protested, lamely. That wasn’t a lie, at least.

“What if you get caught off guard? What if the guy has a knife, or a gun?” my father asked.

Or the ability to grow armor and control fire?

Honestly, it’s a wonder Danny doesn’t seem to have thought of that possibility.

Or pyrokinesis and the ability to grow armor plating and claws?

I JUST MADE THAT JOKE

Suzie Went To Chicago

It’s super belated, but heeeeeeeere’s Part Two!

Day Two 

Once again, I fucking love Chicago. Please, may I be so lucky to legit live there one day. When my sister and I woke up after experiencing the glory that was Hamilton, I looked out the window of our hotel and saw not only glorious sunshine and blue skies, but a row of clothing rocks, lighting and heating equipment, and what was clearly a breakfast table in the alley. “I think they’re shooting for something!” 

Turns out the show is called Chicago Justice and Care and I walked past the area they were using in hopes of appearing in the background XD

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Cute Breakfast Cat Facts
  • Whenever I get out of the shower, Hash Brown jumps onto the counter and waits. I lean down and make a kissy face, and she headbutts my mouth. After she gets her kiss she leaves.
  • Eggs Benedict stands on his hind legs and kneads my thighs anytime I’m cooking. I wear fishnets and lace tights a lot and he frequently ends up stuck.
  • Hash Brown is so soft that she’s actually slippery. That’s why every photo of her sitting on the top of the sofa is of her trying not to slide off, like this:
  • French Toast is so love with my husband that when he’s on business trips she will circle the hallway and meow mournfully for hours. Nothing I do can console her until he returns.
  • Eggs loves having his tummy rubbed, but only if you use your foot. No hands allowed. He’s very serious about this rule.
  • Hash Brown likes finding hair ties and dropping them into her water bowl. If her water bowl already has a hair tie in it, she’ll store any additional hair ties under the bathroom scale. One time we found 7 of them under there.
  • Eggs Benedict and French Toast often synchronize poses.

This has been Breakfast Cat Facts! I hope they made your day a little better.

Shrugging again, I took a bite of french toast. My dad was part of the Dockworkers Association, as the Union spokesperson and head of hiring.

No wonder the layoffs hit him hard.

With the state of the Docks being what they were, that meant my dad was pretty much in charge of telling everyone that there were no jobs to be had, day after day.

Damn, what a harsh job for someone like Danny. Continuing the trend of being in positions where he sees pain and can’t help.

“Rumor’s going around he found work. Guess with who.”

Um, let’s take a guess… The supe store, selling parahuman costumes for a living?

“Dunno,” I said, around a mouthful of food.

“He’s going to be one of Über and Leet’s henchmen.”

Those are some interesting names. Über means “Over” and carries similar connotations to “super” (which also means “over”), and the name of the “Leet” internet subculture comes from “elite”, so I guess these two have high thoughts about themselves.

Not sure how to feel about the word “henchmen”, because in this world, Danny could well be literal here: Über and Leet could be a duo of supervillains, with rumors circulating that Gerry has decided to join them as a henchman.

“School,” I said, swallowing around a lump in my throat, “Friends, the lack thereof.”

“It’s not better?” he asked, carefully stepping around the elephant in the room, the bullies.

Those pesky elephants always gotta stand in the way of the TV.

I think it’s good that they’re talking about this, even if it’s only as an excuse and a diversion tactic.

If it was, I wouldn’t be having problems, would I? I just gave him a one shoulder shrug and forced myself to take another bite of french toast. My shoulder twinged a little as it made the bruises from last night felt.

I wonder if the Protectorate has an anonymity-friendly doctor’s/healer’s office for heroes. Either way, Taylor should probably get that shoulder looked at - these painful shrugs are getting frequent.

As much as I didn’t feel like eating, I knew my stomach would be growling at me before lunch if I didn’t. That was even without accounting for the energy I burned running, let alone the escapades of last night.

There’s a saying here in Norway that goes “Without food and drink, the hero isn’t good enough.”

…it sounds better in Norwegian, with a rhyme and a single word for “to be good enough”. Point is it specifically mentions “the hero”. Gotta eat, Taylor!

  • MC: *walks into the kitchen* Is something burning?
  • Saeyoung: *leaning seductively against the counter* Just my desire for you.
  • MC: Saeyoung, the toaster is on fire.