Baileigh arrived early to open up the bakery for the breakfast crowd, yawning softly as she flipped on the lights. It was getting cooler out, she noted, and of course being so close to the beach didn’t help so much. She turned on the heater in the café before padding back into the kitchen, warming up the machines to start baking. She called soft greetings to those who padded in for a simple cup of coffee, smiling slightly as she recognized her regulars.
She chatted in between pouring coffee and serving plates of breakfast, stretching slightly as she went back and forth between the kitchen and the café. At the sound of a new arrival, Baileigh looked up and called a soft “good morning,” waiting for them to sit before passing them a menu.
National Archaeological Museum / Archaeological Site of Mycenae:
Silver rhyton in the shape of a bovine head with gold horns and a rosette on the forehead. The muzzle which has a pouring hole is gold plated just as the eyes and the inside of the ears were. From Grave Circle A, graves IV-V (16th century B.C)
Jay had dressed up in some of his.. well, better clothes, anyway. He didn’t own anything too fancy for outer wear, yet. The table was set up all nice, even including some candlelight. He dished out the pasta dish he made on each plate and poured out a non-alcoholic beverage for both of them. “Dinner’s ready, Babe,” he called out.
In a move that’s either astoundingly stupid or one of those “Kanye fans don’t know who Paul McCartney is” pranks, Buzzfeed is reporting that regular people are now referring to plain old sandwiches as “homemade Subway.” The site compiled a bunch of tweets from actual people who post pictures of their sad-looking “homemade Subway” sandwiches, some of which are just on regular sliced bread, not even fancy sub-style rolls. They even come with chips, just like the classic restaurant style combo—albeit chips that are just hasily poured on a plate and not served in their own individual bag. What, are we some sort of animals now?
*matthew isn’t a morning person, y’all get in a fight*
The cool autumn morning woke me up in a good mood. I loved the coolness of the weather in the morning. It gave me a feeling that I can’t even describe. I danced downstairs to the kitchen in one of Matthew’s sweaters. I started a pot of coffee and then started to make breakfast for the both of us. When the coffee had finished I poured some in a mug with some half and half. I continued working on the pancakes and bacon. I pulled out two plates, another mug for Matthew and two forks. I put the food on the plates and poured him some coffee setting the food down on a tray. ‘Breakfast in bed sounds good to me.’ I quietly made my way back up the stairs and pushed open the door. I sat the tray down on his night stand as I was about to wake him up. “Matt. Matthew, wake up.” I asked him shaking his shoulder a bit. He groaned out a no and turned over. “Come on baby, wake up I made us breakfast.” I told him rubbing his back and slowly shaking him a bit. “No.” he said forcefully. “Matthew come on. You need to get up. You have a scene early today.” I told him in a monotonous voice. He mumbled something into the pillow that was hard to understand. “What babe?” I asked him “I said fuck off.” he roared and turned around knocking the tray of food on the floor. I looked down at the broken glass and teared up as I backed away from him. I saw his eyes turn from anger to worry. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” he said getting up walking towards me. I backed up and frowned at him. “I’ll just go, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad.” I said quietly walking out of the room. “Wait Y/N, I didn’t mean to spill that onto the floor and I’m sorry that I told you to fuck off.” I just nodded my head going into hiding.
Fuck me. Fuck my life. Fuck everything. Why did I have to be so rude to her. I didn’t mean to I’m just not a morning person. I went back to our room when she went into hiding and cleaned up the food and coffee. I frowned and got ready for work. I felt so bad making her feel upset. I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt making my way to the front door to leave. “Y/N, um I’ll be back later. I’m really sorry.” I yelled throughout the house walking outside to my car. When I made it to set I heard Shemar come up behind me and pull my hair. “Fuck off will you.” I told him angrily. “Woah what’s your deal.” I sighed “Just fuck off, I’m not in the mood.” “Are you and your fine little lady having issues?” I pushed him “Fuck off Shemar. Don’t fucking say that about her.” “Geez, whatever.” he said walking away rolling his eyes. I sighed and got to set getting on my Spencer wear. My mind was so preoccupied with her that I could barely think about the lines I had to say. After I was done shooting the scenes I had, I pulled back on the clothes I had on before. I drove to the store and sat there for a few minutes just relaxing. I turned off the car and sighed getting out. I went to the flower section picking out some autumnal colors thinking Y/N would like them. I then went to the snack section getting her favorite snacks. I got up the cash register and waited for the woman to ring me up. “So what happened?” she asked me looking at the flowers and snacks. I looked at her confused, “What happened with your significant other?” she asked again, “Oh you mean my girlfriend. Um, I’m just not a morning person, lets just put it at that.” I said frowning a bit. “I understand honey. It can get to you sometimes.” I nodded as I gave her my card letting her swipe it. She bagged the snacks and gave me the flowers, “Good luck sweetie.” she told me as I walked out of the door. ‘I was going to need it.’
I soon got back and opened the font door. It was silent, the lights were dimmed low and Y/N was nowhere to be found. I sighed and sat the things I got for her on the counter grabbing a vase for the flowers. I unwrapped them from their plastic wrap and put them in the water. I unbagged the snacks and sat them also on the counter. I quietly walked up the stairs searching for Y/N. “Y/N? Where are you?” I yelled out. The faint sound of music echoed through my ears. ‘Ah, the bath.’ I walked into our bedroom going the the bathroom door. I quietly knocked on the door. “May I come in?” I asked through the white door. She quietly said a yes and I pushed the door open to see her in the dark in the bath. “Why are you in the dark?” I asked confused, “It just makes me feel better.” She said timidly. “Can I get in with you?” She coughed a bit. “I’d rather you didn’t, I’m about to get out anyway, its getting cold in here.” she said “Oh.” i frowned a bit and turning back towards the door. “Matthew?” she asked me in her fragile voice. I turned back to her and raised a brow, “Will you get me a towel?” she asked pointing to the closet. I nodded and smiled a bit happy that I was finally doing something for her. She stood up and I wrapped the soft towel around her delicate body. I brought a hand up to her hair tucking the stray piece behind her ear. She leaned into my touch and kissed the palm of my hand. I helped her step out of the tub bringing her into my chest resting my chin on top of her head. I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. “I’m really sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean to dump our food in the floor. You were just trying to be nice.” she nodded into my chest and sighed. “I bought you some flowers, and your favorite snacks.” I told her as I felt her smile into my chest. “Can we watch some movies?” she asked looking up into my eyes with her beautiful ones. I smiled at her and nodded. “Can I borrow a shirt too?” “Of course, I love you in my shirts.”
The summer heat hadn’t quite set in yet as Luise set out small plates and poured water into them. The booth wasn’t large but there was enough room on the bar if she staggered the plates, allowing more people to see her spell at work.
Lindsay was through the roof excited that Peter was coming over and bringing Joe. It wasn’t a secret to anyone that Phil wasn’t around much due to work and when Peter was gone at work; Joe was the only companion she had for most of the day. Joe and her had developed their own little routine when they were left to their own devices. And despite everything, she did miss Peter quite a bit too.
Setting out a fully made Nemo plate for Joe at his little table along with his little forks and spoons. Lindsay went and unlocked the front door before starting to make Peter and herself a plate and pouring them both some wine. “Come in!” She yelled, recognizing the foot steps.
Using a mallet, pound the chicken breasts until slightly flatten. Season with salt and pepper, and dredge both sides of chicken in flour. Shake off the excess flour.
Melt 2 tablespoons of butter and oil in a large skillet. Fry chicken breasts in hot oil, about 5 minutes each side, until cooked through and golden brown in color. Transfer chicken breasts to a plate.
Add the remaining butter to the skillet, add garlic and capers. Add lemon juice, wine, and chicken stock, bring to boil, scraping off the brown bits from the skillet. Season with salt and pepper.
Return chicken breasts to the skillet. Cook for another 5 minutes until the sauce is slightly reduced. Transfer chicken to a large plate, pour the sauce over the chicken and sprinkle with chopped parsley. Serve with cooked pasta.
Rachel Goad and Alex Seglias at the Chicago Botanic Garden - using their superior plant brains - poured the agar plates and gave each ancient DALFOL seed its own new little moisture house today. They’re first going to see if the seeds take on moisture without scarification, since they’re so old maybe the seed coat has changed enough to no longer require scarifying. If the seeds don’t take on moisture, they’ll delicately rub them on sandpaper and put them back on the plates.
Essentially, WE HAVE SET THE GERMINATION WHEELS IN MOTION AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW. These seeds have traveled atop our planet as it careens through space for over a century’s worth of trips around our sun and they’ve patiently waited for their cue. This is it: curtains up, spotlights on, showtime little buds. DANCE!
Put all ingredient into a pot and bring it up to a boil. let it bubble for about 10 minutes. Stir around from time to time to make sure it doesn’t stick to the bottom. NEVER leave it unattended and make sure you don’t get anything on you because it’s seriously hot!
Fill a glas with cold water and drizzle a bit of the mixture in it. If it dissolves let it boil a bit more. If it hold it’s form pretty well take it of the heat. Get a big plate or a unmeltable container ready. Now comes the important bit: if you want it to be a kind of chewy toffee you just pour it in. If you want it to be fudge you have to stir it as it cools down. It sometimes takes a bit of practise to get the consistency you want. Pour it onto your plate/container.
let it cool and nom away :3
Be careful and remeber to use utensils that doesn’t melt easily
6 eggs. yolks & whites. 2 wine glasses of milk 2 lb of flour a little salt work them together without water, and very well. roll it then with a roller to a paper thickness cut it into small peices which roll again with the hand into long slips, & then cut them to a proper length. put them into warm water a quarter of an hour. drain them. dress them as maccaroni. but if they are intended for soups they are to be put in the soup & not into warm water (x)
Boil four Ounces of macaroni till it be quite tender, and lay it on a Sieve to drain, then put it in a Tossing Pan, with about a gill of good Cream, a Lump of Butter rolled in Flour, boil five Minutes, pour it on a Plate, lay all over it Permasent [parmesan] Cheese toasted; send it to table on a Water Plate, for it soon goes cold. [This is the first known published mac n’ cheese recipe in English. Measurement note: 1 gill= ½ cup (¼ pint), or 142 ml]
Two Ounces of best Gloucester Cheese, 4 Ounces of Cheshire Do. grated– put it into a Stone Mortar with two Eggs, two or three Spoonfuls of Sack or Mountain Wine, beat it til it’s well mixed and Light. Boil the Maccarony in Water very tender, then drain it well, put it on a Dish or Plate and lay the prepared Cheese all over it and brown it with a Salamander. [a salamander was an iron tool used to brown the tops of food. Sack was a Spanish fortified wine, one type of which was sherry. Does Cheshire Do. stand for “Cheshire Double”? I don’t know, and nowadays I don’t think there is even a Cheshire Double, but you could just use regular Gloucester and Cheshire, or, two types of cheddar.]
Boil as much macaroni as will fill your dish, in milk and water, till quite tender; drain it on a sieve, sprinkle a little salt over it, put a layer in your dish, then cheese and butter as in the polenta [i.e. alternate layers of pasta and cheese/butter], and bake it in the same manner.
Feb. 1, 1802. “Dined at the President’s - …Dinner not as
elegant as when we dined before….a pie called
macaroni, which appeared to be a rich crust filled with the strillions
of onions, or shallots, which I took it to be, tasted very strong, and
not agreeable. Mr. Lewis
told me there were none in it; it was an Italian dish, and what
appeared like onions was made of flour and butter, with a particularly
strong liquor mixed with them.”
6. Macaroni [from “Thomas Jefferson’s Cookbook”, by Marie Kimball, first published in 1938. ]
Cook 2 cups broken macaroni until tender. Add ¼ lb (each) of cheese,
stir and take in moderate oven until cheese is thoroughly melted.
Mary Randolph was married to David Randolph, a cousin of Jefferson’s, who was US Marshall until Jefferson fired him in 1802 for being an outspoken Federalist. The family’s fortunes fell, and Mary opened a boarding house, leading eventually to her writing of the first American cookbook, “The Virginia Housewife”, published in 1824. The book remained in print until the 1860s. Some of her recipes probably originated at Monticello. The book called “Thomas Jefferson’s Cookbook” is not really a cookbook from Monticello. It was put together by an historian who had access to a great number of Jefferson family recipes, some of which were copied from a now-lost original book at Monticello. The macaroni and cheese recipe it contains (#6) might have been one that Jefferson’s chef, James Hemings, used, or maybe not. The description of the dish that was served to Manasseh Cutler does not sound like the one in the cookbook, however, because it contained a liquor of some sort. It may have been more like #3, which, like #6, also contains 2 types of cheese and doesn’t mention milk or cream.
i mean, something something about your job defining who you are in a capitalist society, something something about trying to figure out the kind of person i will become temporarily while i am waiting to monetize my true self. sloppy bun, big sweater, hands moving too fast, coffee shop near campus, red pen scratching out needless words. neat updo, collared shirt, good posture, air-conditioned front office, elegant five-sentence-emails. hair down, heeled shoes, skirt swish, hanger clicks, cash register sounds. what can i do? who will it make me? i’ve been floured hands and soapy ones, industrial-grade rubber gloves and a plastic apron, a laminated nametag and one strong arm under a platter of hors d'oeuvres. i’ve sat at conference tables. i’ve sat at microphones. i’ve worn polo shirts and tuxedo shirts and tshirts that i never would have picked out myself. i’ve scrubbed toilets and chemical mixing drums. i’ve taken calls live on air. i scraped plates, i poured coffee, i sent letters. i say “i” but really i was sitting in the back of my head, creating a character who moved her body and stepped light and smiled when she handed you your change. i have been hunched in darkness the whole time, thinking of the right words, and i’m getting tired.
@Regrann from @bestofvegan - Raw-Cooked Fusion Lasagna by @kristi.keating 💚 Serves 2
6 brown rice lasagna noodles
2 cups diced zucchini
1 finely chopped spinach
¼ cup diced onion
6-8 fresh basil leaves, minced
½ cup herbed almond cheese
2/3 cup raw tomato sauce
Make your herbed almond cheese and raw tomato sauce first (or a day ahead) and set aside, directions below.
In a large pot boil water and place pasta in until just passed al dente. While the pasta is cooking, prepare the vegetables and basil and place into a bowl along with the herbed almond cheese, mix well until thoroughly combined. Strain the pasta and spread them all flat on a large cutting board. Divide the veggie-cheese mixture evenly among each lasagna noodle and spread mixture from end to end with a fork. Roll the pasta and place onto a serving plate. Pour 1/3 cup of tomato sauce on each lasagna serving and serve. Garnish with fresh basil and/or sliced green onions. To make a cream sauce, just add ¼ cup water to ½ cup of leftover almond cheese and stir. Drizzle the cream sauce over top of the lasagna.
Herbed Almond Cheese
Makes about 2.5 cups
2 cup almonds, soaked overnight in warm water and skins removed
1 cup purified water
1 tsp light, mellow miso
1 clove garlic or ½ tsp garlic powder
1 tsp celtic sea salt
½ tsp dried basil
½ tsp dill weed
¼ tsp onion powder
Pinch of black pepper
Blend almonds and water in a high speed blender. Scrape down sides of blender container while pulling/folding nut mixture into center of container to keep nut mixture blending. Blend until smooth (about 1-2 minutes). Continued in the comments below 👇👇👇 #veganfood #veganfoodshare #veganfoodporn #eathealthy #eatorganic #vegandinner #vegandinnerideas #eattolive