fruit buns

hilljekvist  asked:

ILLUMINATI COMFIRMED! You've got the owls, and the triangle LoZ symbol on ur hats! ALSO Cinnamon bun fruit dude stabbed Red haired asshole in the EYE! TF LESLIE? EXPLAIN YOURSELF (plzowlmommyimbeggingyou)

wait was he stabbed in the eye??? i thought it was the chest haha i forgot

No Galaxy for Good Jedi XXIV

Obi-Wan Kenobi was only a young padawan when he ran away with three-year old Anakin Skywalker. He had no choice after his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, fell to the Dark Side by Master Dooku’s manipulations. To protect the Chosen One, Obi-Wan did what he had to do and now he and Anakin live as outlaws of the Jedi Order and the Republic, being hunted by both Jedi and Obi-Wan’s former master and grandmaster. Now, it’s up to Obi-Wan to train Anakin in the ways of the Force while also staying one step ahead of Qui-Gon and Dooku.

Obi-Wan stared at the food.

He had no interest in digesting it, let alone touching the spread provided before him. It wasn’t anything fancy. Simple breakfast foods that would have been consumed at the Temple. He did, however, noticed that most were his favorites. Hot cakes, fruit and the sweet bun rolls made only on Corellia. Qui-Gon must have told TC-11 what he liked. He doubted it was the droid who knew all these things about him.

Still, even his favorite foods could not tempt him to eat. He told the droid that he wasn’t hungry. The droid watched him, hoovering like a doting (or annoying) nanny.

“I was instructed that if you did not eat,” came the grating tone of TC-11. “That I am to authorize force.”

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A Politician Expertly Trolled The
Mmmm give me some "warmed non-denominational cinnamon flavoured geometrically decorated seasonal fruit buns".
By Mark Di Stefano

Australian Greens senator Nick McKim takes the piss out of the fictitious “WAR ON EASTER” by handing out halal-certified Easter eggs and delicious looking “non-denominational fruit buns” to his staff.

Ian’s mum brought us a fat rascal - this is a kind of sweet cake/bun with fruit in it and a face on top made with a cherry and almonds

The place she got it from called it a Hunter’s Chubby however which led to us having to explain to his 70 year old parents why ‘chubby’ made us laugh

So we just ate it and it wasn’t as dry as a fat rascal - cue lots of jokes about lubricating our throats to choke down the chubby

Then he says 'send mum a text to say thanks, make a rude joke about eating dad’s chubby’ - I talked him out of doing that

Yes, we are 12

anonymous asked:

A fic of Matthew and the reader, where they've been together for years and he proposes to her and they have the wedding on Halloween.

I can do that! Here is your fluffy one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

“Come on!” Spencer shakes you. “We’re gonna be late!”

Groaning, you slowly roll over onto your back. You knew this was Matthew’s favorite holiday, but if he expected you to party-hardy into the evening hours, you needed to sleep at least until the sun came up.

“Matthew…” you croaked, pulling the comforter over your head. “5 more minutes.”

“After we do what I have planned, we can sleep the afternoon away,” he muses with a huge smile on his face.

Furrowing your brow, you get up as Matthew throws your robe in your face.

“Come on!” he says, grabbing your hand and running out the door with you.

As you topple yourself into the car, he speeds off while you are still fumbling with your seat-belt.

“Jesus, Matthew!” you yell, almost hitting your head on the side window. “I haven’t even had coffee, for Christ’s sake!”

“I have a remedy for that,” he smirks.

Pulling in to your favorite coffee shop, he pulls thru the drive-thru without ordering. “Matth-…what!?” you squeal as he passes the ordering kiosk and drives up to the window.

“Order for Gubler, please,” he says as he rolls down his window. The barista hands him 2 steaming coffees, smiles at you both, and winks.

What is going on?

As he continues to drive, speeding around corners and flooring it up hills, you realize that you are cresting a mountain.

“Where are we going?” you say, grabbing onto the frame of the car for dear life.

“Just hold on,” he says, whipping the car around one more curve.

As you get out of the car, ready to chew his butt off for making you nauseous, you see a blanket spread out with cinnamon buns and fruit, overlooking the city as the sun slowly starts to crest the hill.

“Oh, Matthew,” you turn to him as he takes your hand and leads you to sit down.

Getting comfortable, he scoots close to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you near to him.

Leaning into your ear, he says, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. These last 3 years…they’ve been incredible.”

“They’ve been a doozy, that’s for sure,” you smirk, turning to look at him.

As he kisses the tip of your nose, he reaches into his pocket. “The only reason I’ve been able to do this insane time in my life is because of you…and the thought of not having you there…”

As you look down, he opens a little navy blue box, revealing a beautiful, sparkling ruby ring.

“…it makes me lose sleep,” he whispers.

As you gasp, he takes the ring out of the box and takes your left hand. “Please, don’t make me do any more of my life without you. Please stay with me. Let me be with you. Let me create a family with you. Let me love you…” he pleads.

As tears spring to your eyes, you slowly slip your finger into the ring.

Looking up at him, tears streaking your face, you kiss him as the sun crests the city, painting the sky in reds and oranges.

“Yes,” you whisper on his lips.

Feeling him smile, he takes a sheet of paper out of his pocket and hands it to you.

Taking it, you open it slowly, your eyes widening at the image of the bed and breakfast plantation on it.

“Oh my god. Matthew!” you squeal as you throw your arms around him. “How did you book this!?”

“I did it this morning,” he smiles sheepishly at you. As you scan for a date, you realize that the reservation is set for October 31st to November 2nd of next year.

As you look up at him, eyes still misty with tears, you smirk at him.

“Halloween, huh?” you playfully retort.

And as he kisses you on your rosy cheeks, he whispers, “It’s always been my favorite time of year.”


차이나 팩토리 || Gangnam

China Factory is an all-you-can-eat dimsum buffet on the Shinbundang line side of Gangnam Station Exit 5.

In addition to unlimited dimsum (+ dessert), each person can choose 2-3 main courses. The portions are small enough that you can sample several different dishes without getting too full. I chose the steamed buns with octopus stir-fry and 깐풍기/spicy fried chicken. We also tried the orange duck and 짬뽕/spicy seafood noodles. The 깐풍기 was the best I’ve had anywhere. The level of crispy, crunchy perfection you can hear someone bite into clear across the other side of the room, coated in a perfectly spicy, sticky sauce. That’s my personal recommendation, but honestly, everything we ordered was pretty amazing.

As for dimsum, I stuck mostly to the steamed since they’re my favorite, but they have a small selection of fried dumplings, egg rolls and french fries as well. Dessert consists of soft serve ice cream, fresh fruit, red bean buns and coffee.

The Gangnam location is currently having a 착한가격 event. Weekday lunch (2 courses/person) is 13,900원. And it is well worth every 백원.

Go. Eat dimsum. Be merry.

Please don’t give rabbit advice to others unless you have done proper reach. You wouldn’t know the number of people literally entering my ask box this week challenging me with bad/false/unresearched/“I had a rabbit when I was 6…” information on proper care and diet. Honestly I know more than most general vets know about rabbits so…please don’t try that on me again. Skimming an article or seeing a Tumblr post doesn’t count. Verify with multiple
credible sources (HRS and Kanin are my go to resources for a large number of needs) or you could be part of the problem that ends up killing 90% of bunnies in their first year of life.

Weekend food making

I really like devoting part of my weekend to making food. Now that I’ve got the FV (Fowlers Vacola), I’m right into bottling preserves (bought 18kgs of tomatoes last weekend on Sydney Rd for $18), and making bread and other old school things like homestyle ginger beer…

Sourdough fruit buns made from a recipe in Arabella Forge’s Frugavore. The “starter” takes about a week to make, and then the kneading and rising and cooking about two days, but the slow foodie in me, and these pics, are proof it’s worth the effort.

Leftover tomatoes from the $18 box, fresh basil from the garden, sheep’s milk fetta from the grocer ($8 for a mahoosive tub) and freshly ground salt and pep thanks to B’s pestle and mortar skills…and lunch is served!

The “ginger beer plant”. This has been growing now for a week. Mum tells me she and my uncles did this as kids, and they’d wait excitedly for the ones which would explode. So now mine’s sitting in the laundry for safety…

In a couple more days this “plant” will be used to make about 6 litres of ginger beer! I love the experimental feel of the whole process, we’re not really sure what it’ll taste like or if it’ll be boozy or not. Recipe from the FV cookbook, which is older than I am!

Morning Street Market · Vietnam

With the surge of food truck culture nationwide the past few years, more and more people are accustomed to eating on the street. We still have the occasional friend that is uncomfortable eating street food (can you believe we’re still friends with them?), and generally most of our eating in the U.S. is still done in traditional venues like restaurants. But in a country like Vietnam, the street is where all the action happens. It’s where you not only grab your meals, but also where you shop for groceries. For our first Vietnam story, we wanted to give you a look at a local street market in Ho Chi Minh City.

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As you walk around and explore the city, you can’t help but notice how many markets there are. You can turn a corner and down a small alley there could be a vibrant morning market filled with fresh veggies, meats, seafood, and freshly cooked meals. That’s how we discovered this hidden gem. Located at 137 Trần Đình Xu in District 1, it’s within a few blocks from where our apartment is and we’ve been stopping by most mornings to eat breakfast and soak in the culture. As you stroll down this tight corridor, dodging motorbikes mind you, there exists a slice of daily life for locals. Vendors vend their goods in front of their home and shoppers stroll through picking up what they need for a home cooked meal.

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You can literally find everything you need here. Proteins like chicken, pork, shrimp, crab, still- flopping fish. Fruits like dragon fruit, mangoes, longan, rambutan. Since we haven’t started cooking at home yet, there’s no shortage of street food to eat. There’s classic Vietnamese noodle soups like Hủ Tiếu (pork base with rice noodles) and Bún Riêu (crab and tomato broth). There’s , Bánh Mì with freshly baked baguettes that just melt in your mouth, and you can even end your meal with your choice of Chè (desserts). We also love that most street food vendors here cook a different item daily. One morning it might be Cháo (porridge) and the next it will be Chả Giò (crispy spring rolls). The variety is endless and the energy of this street makes you wish you had enough stomachs to taste everything.

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Bánh Khọt: Mini fried pancakes

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Hủ Tiếu: Pork base noodle soup

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Bún Riêu: Crab and tomato base noodle soup

137 Trần Đình Xu, District 1 - Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam