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Auntie Bells

by reddit user Pippinacious

Auntie Bells wasn’t really my auntie, or anyone else’s for that matter. I’m not sure she even had any real family at all. It was just what everyone called her. She’d been a fixture in the neighborhood since long before I was born and there wasn’t a single person who didn’t at least know of her.

She was something of a living legend; a crazy cat lady type without the cats. It wasn’t unusual to look out your window in the dead of night and see Auntie Bells shuffling down the street, big walking stick clutched in one hand, her tameless hair shining white in the moonlight. And if you didn’t see her, you’d hear her. Auntie Bells took her name from the bracelets she wore on both wrists, strands of twine run through a countless number of tiny bells that tinkled with her every movement.

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Dromund Kaas Street Food

Every planet has its own unique roster of local food and Dromund Kaas is no different. Even though the Empire’s capital world gets a lot of imported food from numerous other planets, the local cuisine of Dromund Kaas is still primarily dominated by seafood.

And the street food of the planet certainly reflect on this.

By far the most popular and common street food found on Dromund Kaas (and especially in Kaas City) are roasted fish on sticks.
Fish sticks. Simple and delicious.

An entire fish is skewered onto a stick, mildly seasoned with whatever spice(s) the customer requests, then roasted and cooked to perfection in a fire. There’s also an array of sauces one can drizzle on the fish as well.
The species used for these are soft-boned, so the entire fish can be eaten with no concerns for stray fish bones getting stuck.

There is a variety of this “dish” that consists of multiple smaller fish on a stick.

Sometimes these smaller fish are marinated or glazed before roasting, giving all the flavor it needs in one go.

Another common sight are the many different kinds of Fish loaves or Sea-loafs.

These are made from a mixture of ground up organs, connective tissue, fat, and anything that’s not bone or pure muscle (aka meat) from the aquacultural harvesters (aka fish slaughterhouses) with some starch or flour. They can be shaped, seasoned, colored, and cooked in many different ways.

Many are boiled in broth, steamed, or fried while skewered on sticks.

There are also non-fish critters on sticks as well.

Some of the native cephalopod species have also found a way to become delicious street food.

Usually skewered, stuffed, and grilled, these squid snacks are also a local favorite.

There’s also the array of smaller crustaceans and shellfish, all battered and deep fried before being shoved into a cup.

And you get sticks with these sea fritters.

The shelled creatures used for street food like this are all soft-shelled, and like their fish stick counterparts, the whole thing can be eaten.
Dromund Kaas maintains itself to be a very clean planet and minimizes waste, including food waste, which led to the use of animals that can be eaten whole.

And like any planet with a sizable Sith population, there are a number of soup stands that are found throughout Kaas City.

Sith themselves hardly ever go to these seeing them as “lowbrow cuisine”. However, the Sith-inspired soup dishes served at these stands draw in the local Imperial crowds with their delicious, quick meals.

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When Street Harassers Realize The Women They’re Catcalling Are Their Moms In Disguise

If you’ve ever wanted to tell a street harasser to stick it where the sun don’t shine, but couldn’t find the right words – don’t worry, these mamas got you covered.

A new PSA about street harassment shows what happens when men realize the women they’re catcalling are actually their mothers. Sponsored by Everlast, the PSA takes place in Lima, Peru where, as the video states, seven out of 10 women are harassed on the streets

See more catcallers get surprised by their mothers here. 

tar from the street starts to stick to your blackened feet. it hits you like some nostalgia you haven’t felt since you were fifteen. when you thought you’d never feel any more lonely. or you’d never grow into your own body. clumsy hands catching fireflies trying your hardest not to smother them alive. crackling from the fire sends sparks off into the night sky. it’s glowing purple and blue. like your older brothers classic punch-buggy-no-punch-back crippling bruise. but now you’re grown and you rejoice in those hues. sing out your favorite songs when you’ve got the blues. cause let me tell you, we’ve all got the blues.