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chromet · 2 months
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The Sopranos
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en-wheelz-me · 10 months
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emomosquito · 2 years
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"American Italians don't have culture"
explain our worship of Billy Joel then.
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badtshirtdesign · 17 days
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at it again
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thedumb1 · 4 months
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livemedown · 2 months
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One time my grandpa referred to Hatsune Miku as a "creature" and it'll never not be funny to me
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lionofchaeronea · 7 months
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The Ox, Joseph Stella, 1929
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bruciemilf · 9 months
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I will say, it is so fun thinking about the Waynes and their relationship with food. But specifically Bruce.
We get such little light shed on the Waynes before the Big Terrible happened. Like. How were Wayne dinners like?
Were they terribly posh and quiet with small moments of fun thrown in? Was Alfred scolding Thomas for telling a star eyed Bruce unnecessarily gory details from a surgery?
Did Martha help Bruce break into the cookie jar? Was there a lovely, playful gossip about Bruce's loud classmates and his adorable crush on Gray Ghost?
Because I like that! But I'd also like it to be a complete juxtaposition.
I want Bruce to talk about his family, to his children, with a smile that could melt the sun. I want him to tell them about the noise.
How the Wayne manor was permanently flooded with a noise and boister that could rival a packed 5 star kitchen.
How Thomas always cooked with a dry cigarette in his mouth, arguing with uncle Jacob about forks of all things.
Why were they smudged, why were they placed randomly and not organised with militaristic precision, while Martha watched with the fondest annoyance.
How Thomas would cuss filthy in Italian only when Bruce was around and only Oz could understand him, long before he was the Penguin, long before Bruce was Batman.
"It's about culture. Not that you'd understand, Jakey."
And uncle Jacob never entertained his father for long. He'd throw a dirty look, his obsidian eyes sharp as a switchblade, and mutter a 'bitch' in Russian, while Alfred sat there judging them both.
The Waynes were chaos with heartbeats. And Bruce's favorite event at these diners? The food fights. It's always uncle Philip who started them.
"Wow, Jay eating steak. Never thought I'd see this day."
" It's venison."
" Vinison?" Thomas would finally take a break from his unlit cigarette, holding Bruce in his lap like a king would a prized cat.
A collective sigh rang among the table. They knew what was coming. " What are you, fuckin' crazy? That's fuckin' cannoli, dipshit."
"With vinison."
"Jacob."
" Tom."
"Martha."
" Honey."
" You come into my house, not knowing what a goddam cannoli is? Fuck are you gonna tell me next, you don't put garlic in your Carbonara? I mean."
" Garlic is disgusting."
And Thomas would cover Bruce's ears like that's the most offensive thing uncle Jacob could utter at Thomas Wayne's table. And Uncle Oz agreed. Their favorite pastime was ganging up on Martha's oldest brother.
And it starts off as something minuscule and petty and mutates in something loud and ugly and breathtaking.
Bruce would watch with an open mouth in Alfred's lap, as his father's neck popped with veins, and uncle Jacobs pale complexion would blush something angry as the skin of his throat thinned from yelling.
"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOUR PRESIDENT IS A VODKA DRINKING, BALDING, COMMIE PIECE OF SHIT."
"YOU'RE AMERICAN. "
" I CANT HELP THAT, I WAS BORN LIKE THAT!"
And it wasn't a true Saturday dinner unless Thomas didn't leap across the table, running over all the food to smash whatever dish into Jacobs face.
But truly, the best part, was watching them go from fight dogs to eating outside in time-out. As different as his father and uncle were, they could always find agreement on one topic:
Defying Martha Wayne was painfully stupid.
They'd share a cigarette and eat in silence, which was as friendly as they'd ever get. But he loved it. Bruce loved Saturday dinner.
And when the batkids start the fighting tradition on Saturdays, Bruce thinks they do, too.
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portokali · 1 year
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just like me 😌
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iheartvmt · 8 months
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Me: *gives an entire large dog treat (in pieces) to a 2# puppy*
Doc: Heather! That is breakfast, lunch, AND dinner for her!
Me: *am an unrepentant puppy treater and give more*
Doc: *takes the treats and hands me the vaccines* I'm revoking your treat privileges. You get to poke her instead.
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wazzi2ya · 2 months
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Angel Dust, stealing the stage in Cannibal Town: Alright, sickos, my friend Charlie here told me you like a good show, so I'm here to deliver the most pussy-popping, toe-curling, pillow-biting routine any of youse have ever seen in your vintage postcard looking ass lives.
Cannibals: ...
Charlie: ...
Alastor: ...
Rosie: ...
Everyone: ...
Susan: ...I like this guy.
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thelcsdaily · 4 months
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Beef Stew with Gremolata 
Many people find cooking at home to be intimidating. But that's precisely why I enjoy searching for and utilizing all of these shortcut ideas to make amazing renditions of traditional recipes. A beautiful dinner that will wow your special dinner guest, made much better if it comes together quickly.
The green garnish on top of this meal is called Gremolata. Garlic, lemon zest, and chopped parsley are the ingredients of gremolata. This dish was transformed into an incredible, incredibly delicious stew with a simple addition.
“If you're afraid of butter, use cream.”― Julia Child
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en-wheelz-me · 10 months
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steviesbicrisis · 11 months
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Eddie Munson who gets his Lizzie McGuire moment by going to Rome with an university art program.
The only requirement is to visit museums regularly and redraw the art pieces in his style and submit his work by the end of it.
What seems to be a piece of cake for Eddie, gets a lot more complicated when the average Italian museum worker is met with his peculiar drawings style -which might include evil dragons and decapitated heads in some of Caravaggio’s Still Lives and, in worst cases, some additions to Christian art pieces that have been described as “blasphemy” as he was getting escorted out and banned from the Vatican’s Museums (and maybe the whole country, Eddie still doesn’t know so he avoids that part of the city just to be safe).
And Eddie, who will never compromise his work integrity for a few Italian bigots, ends up in one of the least known and visited museums of the city. Which still, by his standards, contains fine art he can work on.
And if this particular museum, which is one hour and a half of public transport from his house, has a really hot security guard who follows him closely and barks at every tourist that tries to take a picture of his drawings, he surely won’t complain.
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Canadian Italian Food Roundoff V2: Please do not vote if not from the Canadian Provinces (made it difficult to tell last time)
okay so I'm accounting for the fact that olive garden only has locations in Canada in the west coast, prairie provinces and Ontario this time, so that's where the poll locations will focus on
BUT
I'm including Quebec and the Atlantic provinces at the end simply because I know there might be some folks nuts enough to drive down to the Vermont and Maine olive gardens
there's NO "see results" option this time since it took up half of all votes last time, if you don't live in these areas of Canada, I'm not polling for your data atm, you'll need to wait til the day's up
edit: i have not included option of "im canadian i go to neither" because I'm fairly sure that'll also skew the results since I know americanized italian food isn't for everyone
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arthistoryanimalia · 5 months
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#WorldCoatiDay:
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Jacopo Ligozzi (Italian, 1547-1627) Coati in un Paesaggio, c. 1620-40 oil on canvas Villa medicea di Poggio a Caiano, Italy
Portrait of a South American Coati (Nasua nasua) wearing a red belled collar, presumably an individual from the Medici menagerie.
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