#celery gen 1

[appellosimae]

Eugenia had a discount coupon for a new book, she went exchange it as soon as possible.

#ts3 #the sims 3 #sims3 #sims 3 #lepacy challenge #lepacy #eugenia celery #celery gen 1

[implausiblyjosh]

Snack Pack Adventures #1: A Crystal Clear Nuzlocke

I’ve been in a Crystal Clear mood, so let’s play a Nuzlocke.

To pick my starter, I had a random number generate a number 1-6 then picked any of the 6 Gen 1 & 2 starters based on that number. Crystal Clear has options for like 10 or so starters, including both sets of actual starter Pokemon, and they’re listed in National Dex order for the starters, so it’s an easy thing to roll for. I rolled a 1, so I got a Bulbasaur.

After naming our Bulbasaur Celery, the real fun can begin! Before we start on our journey properly, let’s outline the rules.

1. Any Pokemon that faints cannot be used anymore. Release them ASAP. 2a. Catch only the first Pokemon encountered in a route/area/town/whatever. Static, Gift, & Duplicate Pokemon do not count toward this rule and can be caught/received. 2b. A Duplicate Pokemon is any Pokemon in the evolutionary line that has already been caught. Ex. A caught Caterpie would mean a Caterpie, Metapod, or Butterfree would be considered a Duplicate. 3. No items during battle, only Pokeballs and Held Items. 4. I win if I defeat every Gym Leader & the Elite Four, I lose if I white out.

I think that’s it. We don’t have wondertrade or any other fun stuff to worry about, so we can just use these rules and carry on. And so, we head out towards Cherrygrove and then Violet City.

Our first encounter is a Hoothoot, which is an easy catch. They are now named Pringle. The Snack Pack is growing. We should head north, towards Route 46, because we’ll need some more pals before Falkner. Hopefully a Geodude, but I’m not sure they’ll actually spawn at night and I’m not going to look it up.

That is not a Geodude. But, we cannot be picky this early on, so we’re just going to have to make due. I have named our new friend Sandwich. We grow stronger. At Cherrygrove we heal up and pick up some potions. Even though we won’t be using them in battle, we don’t want to have to run back to PokeCenters at the slightest hint of trouble, so they’re good to have. I’ll also pick up a couple extra Pokeballs as well. Oh, and some Antidotes. Anything to keep my Pokemon not-fainted for longer.

After emptying my wallet, it’s time to go on Route 30. Let’s see our first encounter!

Oh damn, a Poliwag! It’s an easy battle, Poliwag’s Bubble only does 1 damage to Celery even on a critical, and Celery’s Tackle does little enough damage to not faint. After eating one Pokeball, Poliwag is captured and we have a new friend on the team. They are now named MTN DEW.

Route 30 seems like a pretty solid place to switch train for right now. Celery takes 1-2 damage per Poliwag encountered, and we can easily wipe them out with one Petal Dance, and they each give a whopping 42 EXP. Let’s get everyone to, say, 7 or 8?

I got bored of grinding after about 10 mins. Let’s just keep moving.

Our first Trainer battles are up ahead. Sandwich will take the lead for switch training, and Celery is level 6 and will be level 7 by the end of the next fight, so I think we’re in a good place. Let’s do this.

Youngster Joey is up first, with a level 3 Rattata. Not even worth mentioning, Celery takes him out with a Petal Dance. Youngster Mikey is afterwards, with a level 3 Pidgey up top. I don’t think it has a flying type move, so I switch into Celery. Two Petal Dances and it’s gone, with a level 5 Rattata taking it’s place. We have our battle mode set to Switch, so we switch back to Sandwich then back to Celery. Celery is at 15/24 HP, so I throw a Leech Seed out. One more Tackle, and now we’re down to 10/24 HP. This is not good. We Petal Dance then we get hit again, down to 5/24 HP. Leech Seed only gets us up to 7/24 HP. We can take one more non-critical hit, and we’re locked into Petal Dance for our next move. The Rattata uses Tail Whip, our Petal Dance hits. Victory!

We definitely need to heal up before the next couple of trainers. I use a Potion on Celery and we move on, avoiding Spinarak as they pop up. Next up is Bug Catcher Don and they send out a level 3 Caterpie. I don’t think this will kill Sandwich, so I try one Tackle. It lands, does about 1/3 of their health. Their Tackle lands, and it takes off 2 HP. Oh, we got this. Two more Tackles and Sandwich gets his first taste of solo victory. Well, over one Pokemon. Don still has another level 3 Caterpie, which Sandwich destroys in 3 hits. Actually, this worked out really for Sandwich because a held Berry gets eaten during battle, so now we’re up to full health and we’re level 5!

We hit Route 31 next and get our first instance of our Duplicate rule, a Poliwag. Then another Poliwag. Then finally!

This isn’t great. Our next gym is Falkner, who has flying Pokemon. Having one type disadvantaged Pokemon is bad, but two? Ugh. But, we also need more bodies, so I get Celery to chip away health and get a catch on the first ball. Carrot has joined the team.

Now, one of the gimmicks of Crystal Clear is that while the whole game is opened up and can be approached from all different angles, with trainers scaling based on your badge number, some places are static. Take Sprout Tower, usually a great place for early-game EXP. In Crystal Clear, the Pokemon are at level 30-ish, so my team of levels 8-4 will not work there. Because of this knowledge, I am scared that an encounter in Dark Cave could go very badly, but I also want to try my luck at getting a Geodude or some other not-grass Pokemon.

I’m going to put MTN DEW in the front and they will be my sacrifice. I switch the party, I walk into Dark Cave…

Oh. We’re fine! Switch into Celery, Tackle a few times, and now we have Salt. We are about to get to Violet City when we get into a battle with Bug Catcher Wade. A level 3 Caterpie opens the fight and I think about who to switch Salt out for. I decide on Pringle and it’s a 2-turn Tackle victory. Another level 3 Caterpie comes out as I switch back to Salt. I think Salt can take this, so I leave him in to Tackle. It takes way too long and is barely worth the 33 EXP, but it is one more level. I almost let Salt stay in until I notice the new Caterpie is level 7. I switch to Celery, who defeats Caterpie and stays at full health thanks to Leech Seed. Switch back to Salt and a level 5 Weedle comes out. Unfortunately, rocks can be poisoned, so I switch back to Celery for safety reasons and destroy the Weedle.

Now it’s time to grind, for real this time. Salt needs to be up in levels and fast, because I believe he’s our only hope with Falkner. Luckily, outside of Poliwag & Bellsprout, Salt can take on just about any wild Pokemon in this area, and we need to get to level 11 for Rock Throw, so this shouldn’t take too long.

After 20-ish minutes of grinding (I watched a Yakuza Kiwami speedrun) here’s the party.

Salt, Lv. 11

Celery, Lv. 9

Pringle, Lv. 5

Sandwich, Lv. 5

Carrot, Lv. 5

MTN DEW, Lv. 4

It’s gym time.

Bird Keeper Abe is first with a Lv. 9 Spearow, and one Rock Throw takes them out. Bird Keeper Rod is next with two Lv. 7 Pidgeys. Two Rock Throws take them out. We use a Potion on Salt before Falkner. This is it.

Falkner sends out a Lv. 7 Pidgey first, which hits us with Mud-Slap, lowering our accuracy. Rock Throw misses, so we’re moving to Tackle. The Mud-Slaps are getting ridiculous, so I switch into Celery. I pop a Leech Seed then bait the Tackle and switch back to Salt. I’m getting hit hard by these Mud-Slaps, but Leech Seed keeps me healing. Pidgey eventually goes down and Pidgeotto comes out, so I switch to Celery to remove the accuracy issues and also setup another Leech Seed. I don’t know if Pidgeotto has a Flying-type move, but I hope not! Gust does 20 points of damage, but Celery gets off the Leech Seed. I swap back to Salt, hoping that Pidgeotto uses Gust and that it doesn’t do much damage. The Gust does 2 damage, and I recover 5! Salt connects with a Rock Throw, and we win!

And with that, our first badge is done. I’ve been writing this as I’ve been playing, and it’s about 11:57pm right now, so I have gotta go to bed. Next time: Azalea Gym!

#pokemon #nuzlocke #crystal clear #josh average plays #text let's play #snack pack adventures

[moss-theft]

#hyperspecific poll #poll #polls

[kenkubluk]

food i can have:

water/ice

cherri

strawb

raspb

blueb

almond/coconut/soymilk

Olipop soda

apple

orange

pineapple

watermelon

banana

cucumber

bellpepper

tomato/all tomat

only one sweetpotato

only one med potat

lightyogurt

romaine/all types lettuce

celery

carrots

ricecake

oats

tofu

vermicelli noodles/glass noodles

veggie broth/better than bouillon

goldfish crackers

popsicle

pumpkin

mango

plum

any seasoning

hot/vinegar/lowcal bbq sauce

vry limited<

three egg

one fish

1/2cup chickpeas

1/4cup dark choco

1/3cup vegan cream cheese

1/4cup nuts(cashew, almond, etc)

1/2bag unbuttered popcorn

1/2 corncob

1/4cup stevia

ONLY HALFCUP rice

ONLY ONETBSP veganbutter

ONLY ONETBSP oliveoil

food i cant have:

bread/wheatflour

meat(not eggs/fish)

normal oil/canola/vegtable/etc

icing/nutella/refinedsugar gen

fried anything

cows milk/fat milk

butter/from cows milk

fatty nuts (macadamia, pecan, etc)

milk chocolate

CHEESE

[hellsitesonlybookclub]

It can't happen here, Sinclair Lewis

Chapter 1-2

THE handsome dining room of the Hotel Wessex, with its gilded plaster shields and the mural depicting the Green Mountains, had been reserved for the Ladies' Night Dinner of the Fort Beulah Rotary Club.

Here in Vermont the affair was not so picturesque as it might have been on the Western prairies. Oh, it had its points: there was a skit in which Medary Cole (grist mill & feed store) and Louis Rotenstern (custom tailoring—pressing & cleaning) announced that they were those historic Vermonters, Brigham Young and Joseph Smith, and with their jokes about imaginary plural wives they got in ever so many funny digs at the ladies present. But the occasion was essentially serious. All of America was serious now, after the seven years of depression since 1929. It was just long enough after the Great War of 1914-18 for the young people who had been born in 1917 to be ready to go to college... or to another war, almost any old war that might be handy.

The features of this night among the Rotarians were nothing funny, at least not obviously funny, for they were the patriotic addresses of Brigadier General Herbert Y. Edgeways, U.S.A. (ret.), who dealt angrily with the topic "Peace through Defense—Millions for Arms but Not One Cent for Tribute," and of Mrs. Adelaide Tarr Gimmitch— she who was no more renowned for her gallant anti-suffrage campaigning way back in 1919 than she was for having, during the Great War, kept the American soldiers entirely out of French cafés by the clever trick of sending them ten thousand sets of dominoes.

Nor could any social-minded patriot sneeze at her recent somewhat unappreciated effort to maintain the purity of the American Home by barring from the motion-picture industry all persons, actors or directors or cameramen, who had: (a) ever been divorced; (b) been born in any foreign country—except Great Britain, since Mrs. Gimmitch thought very highly of Queen Mary, or (c) declined to take an oath to revere the Flag, the Constitution, the Bible, and all other peculiarly American institutions.

The Annual Ladies' Dinner was a most respectable gathering—the flower of Fort Beulah. Most of the ladies and more than half of the gentlemen wore evening clothes, and it was rumored that before the feast the inner circle had had cocktails, privily served in Room 289 of the hotel. The tables, arranged on three sides of a hollow square, were bright with candles, cut-glass dishes of candy and slightly tough almonds, figurines of Mickey Mouse, brass Rotary wheels, and small silk American flags stuck in gilded hard-boiled eggs. On the wall was a banner lettered "Service Before Self," and the menu—the celery, cream of tomato soup, broiled haddock, chicken croquettes, peas, and tutti-frutti ice-cream—was up to the highest standards of the Hotel Wessex.

They were all listening, agape. General Edgeways was completing his manly yet mystical rhapsody on nationalism:

"... for these U-nited States, a-lone among the great powers, have no desire for foreign conquest. Our highest ambition is to be darned well let alone! Our only gen-uine relationship to Europe is in our arduous task of having to try and educate the crass and ignorant masses that Europe has wished onto us up to something like a semblance of American culture and good manners. But, as I explained to you, we must be prepared to defend our shores against all the alien gangs of international racketeers that call themselves 'governments,' and that with such feverish envy are always eyeing our inexhaustible mines, our towering forests, our titanic and luxurious cities, our fair and far-flung fields.

"For the first time in all history, a great nation must go on arming itself more and more, not for conquest—not for jealousy— not for war—but for peace! Pray God it may never be necessary, but if foreign nations don't sharply heed our warning, there will, as when the proverbial dragon's teeth were sowed, spring up an armed and fearless warrior upon every square foot of these United States, so arduously cultivated and defended by our pioneer fathers, whose sword-girded images we must be... or we shall perish!"

The applause was cyclonic. "Professor" Emil Staubmeyer, the superintendent of schools, popped up to scream, "Three cheers for the General—hip, hip, hooray!"

All the audience made their faces to shine upon the General and Mr. Staubmeyer—all save a couple of crank pacifist women, and one Doremus Jessup, editor of the Fort Beulah Daily Informer, locally considered "a pretty smart fella but kind of a cynic," who whispered to his friend the Reverend Mr. Falck, "Our pioneer fathers did rather of a skimpy job in arduously cultivating some of the square feet in Arizona!"

Seething with the notion, she got herself clear into the office of the Quartermaster General, but that stuffy machine-minded official refused her (or, really, refused the poor lads, so lonely there in the mud), muttering in a cowardly way some foolishness about lack of transport for canaries. It is said that her eyes flashed real fire, and that she faced the Jack-in-office like Joan of Arc with eyeglasses while she "gave him a piece of her mind that he never forgot!"

The culminating glory of the dinner was the address of Mrs. Adelaide Tarr Gimmitch, known throughout the country as "the Unkies' Girl," because during the Great War she had advocated calling our boys in the A.E.F. "the Unkies." She hadn't merely given them dominoes; indeed her first notion had been far more imaginative. She wanted to send to every soldier at the Front a canary in a cage. Think what it would have meant to them in the way of companionship and inducing memories of home and mother! A dear little canary! And who knows—maybe you could train 'em to hunt cooties!

In those good days women really had a chance. They were encouraged to send their menfolks, or anybody else's menfolks, off to war. Mrs. Gimmitch addressed every soldier she met—and she saw to it that she met any of them who ventured within two blocks of her—as "My own dear boy." It is fabled that she thus saluted a colonel of marines who had come up from the ranks and who answered, "We own dear boys are certainly getting a lot of mothers these days. Personally, I'd rather have a few more mistresses." And the fable continues that she did not stop her remarks on the occasion, except to cough, for one hour and seventeen minutes, by the Colonel's wrist watch.

But her social services were not all confined to prehistoric eras. It was as recently as 1935 that she had taken up purifying the films, and before that she had first advocated and then fought Prohibition. She had also (since the vote had been forced on her) been a Republican Committee-woman in 1932, and sent to President Hoover daily a lengthy telegram of advice.

And, though herself unfortunately childless, she was esteemed as a lecturer and writer about Child Culture, and she was the author of a volume of nursery lyrics, including the immortal couplet:

But always, 1917 or 1936, she was a raging member of the Daughters of the American Revolution.

All of the Roundies are resting in rows,

With roundy-roundies around their toes.

The D.A.R. (reflected the cynic, Doremus Jessup, that evening) is a somewhat confusing organization—as confusing as Theosophy, Relativity, or the Hindu Vanishing Boy Trick, all three of which it resembles. It is composed of females who spend one half their waking hours boasting of being descended from the seditious American colonists of 1776, and the other and more ardent half in attacking all contemporaries who believe in precisely the principles for which those ancestors struggled.

The D.A.R. (reflected Doremus) has become as sacrosanct, as beyond criticism, as even the Catholic Church or the Salvation Army. And there is this to be said: it has provided hearty and innocent laughter for the judicious, since it has contrived to be just as ridiculous as the unhappily defunct Kuklux Klan, without any need of wearing, like the K.K.K., high dunces' caps and public nightshirts.

So, whether Mrs. Adelaide Tarr Gimmitch was called in to inspire military morale, or to persuade Lithuanian choral societies to begin their program with "Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean," always she was a D.A.R., and you could tell it as you listened to her with the Fort Beulah Rotarians on this happy May evening.

She was short, plump, and pert of nose. Her luxuriant gray hair (she was sixty now, just the age of the sarcastic editor, Doremus Jessup) could be seen below her youthful, floppy Leghorn hat; she wore a silk print dress with an enormous string of crystal beads, and pinned above her ripe bosom was an orchid among lilies of the valley. She was full of friendliness toward all the men present: she wriggled at them, she cuddled at them, as in a voice full of flute sounds and chocolate sauce she poured out her oration on "How You Boys Can Help Us Girls."

Women, she pointed out, had done nothing with the vote. If the United States had only listened to her back in 1919 she could have saved them all this trouble. No. Certainly not. No votes. In fact, Woman must resume her place in the Home and: "As that great author and scientist, Mr. Arthur Brisbane, has pointed out, what every woman ought to do is to have six children."

At this second there was a shocking, an appalling interruption.

One Lorinda Pike, widow of a notorious Unitarian preacher, was the manager of a country super-boarding-house that called itself "The Beulah Valley Tavern." She was a deceptively Madonna-like, youngish woman, with calm eyes, smooth chestnut hair parted in the middle, and a soft voice often colored with laughter. But on a public platform her voice became brassy, her eyes filled with embarrassing fury. She was the village scold, the village crank. She was constantly poking into things that were none of her business, and at town meetings she criticized every substantial interest in the whole county: the electric company's rates, the salaries of the schoolteachers, the Ministerial Association's high-minded censorship of books for the public library. Now, at this moment when everything should have been all Service and Sunshine, Mrs. Lorinda Pike cracked the spell by jeering:

"Three cheers for Brisbane! But what if a poor gal can't hook a man? Have her six kids out of wedlock?"

Then the good old war horse, Gimmitch, veteran of a hundred campaigns against subversive Reds, trained to ridicule out of existence the cant of Socialist hecklers and turn the laugh against them, swung into gallant action:

"My dear good woman, if a gal, as you call it, has any real charm and womanliness, she won't have to 'hook' a man—she'll find 'em lined up ten deep on her doorstep!" (Laughter and applause.)

The lady hoodlum had merely stirred Mrs. Gimmitch into noble passion. She did not cuddle at them now. She tore into it:

"I tell you, my friends, the trouble with this whole country is that so many are SELFISH! Here's a hundred and twenty million people, with ninety-five per cent of 'em only thinking of SELF, instead of turning to and helping the responsible business men to bring back prosperity! All these corrupt and self-seeking labor unions! Money grubbers! Thinking only of how much wages they can extort out of their unfortunate employer, with all the responsibilities he has to bear!

"What this country needs is Discipline! Peace is a great dream, but maybe sometimes it's only a pipe dream! I'm not so sure—now this will shock you, but I want you to listen to one woman who will tell you the unadulterated hard truth instead of a lot of sentimental taffy, and I'm not sure but that we need to be in a real war again, in order to learn Discipline! We don't want all this highbrow intellectuality, all this book-learning. That's good enough in its way, but isn't it, after all, just a nice toy for grownups? No, what we all of us must have, if this great land is going to go on maintaining its high position among the Congress of Nations, is Discipline—Will Power—Character!"

She turned prettily then toward General Edgeways and laughed:

"You've been telling us about how to secure peace, but come on, now, General—just among us Rotarians and Rotary Anns—'fess up! With your great experience, don't you honest, cross-your-heart, think that perhaps—just maybe—when a country has gone money-mad, like all our labor unions and workmen, with their propaganda to hoist income taxes, so that the thrifty and industrious have to pay for the shiftless ne'er-do-weels, then maybe, to save their lazy souls and get some iron into them, a war might be a good thing? Come on, now, tell your real middle name, Mong General!"

Dramatically she sat down, and the sound of clapping filled the room like a cloud of downy feathers. The crowd bellowed, "Come on, General! Stand up!" and "She's called your bluff—what you got?" or just a tolerant, "Attaboy, Gen!"

The General was short and globular, and his red face was smooth as a baby's bottom and adorned with white-gold-framed spectacles. But he had the military snort and a virile chuckle.

"Well, sir!" he guffawed, on his feet, shaking a chummy forefinger at Mrs. Gimmitch, "since you folks are bound and determined to drag the secrets out of a poor soldier, I better confess that while I do abhor war, yet there are worse things. Ah, my friends, far worse! A state of so-called peace, in which labor organizations are riddled, as by plague germs, with insane notions out of anarchistic Red Russia! A state in which college professors, newspapermen, and notorious authors are secretly promulgating these same seditious attacks on the grand old Constitution! A state in which, as a result of being fed with these mental drugs, the People are flabby, cowardly, grasping, and lacking in the fierce pride of the warrior! No, such a state is far worse than war at its most monstrous!

"I guess maybe some of the things I said in my former speech were kind of a little bit obvious and what we used to call 'old hat' when my brigade was quartered in England. About the United States only wanting peace, and freedom from all foreign entanglements. No! What I'd really like us to do would be to come out and tell the whole world: 'Now you boys never mind about the moral side of this. We have power, and power is its own excuse!'

"I don't altogether admire everything Germany and Italy have done, but you've got to hand it to 'em, they've been honest enough and realistic enough to say to the other nations, 'Just tend to your own business, will you? We've got strength and will, and for whomever has those divine qualities it's not only a right, it's a DUTY, to use 'em!' Nobody in God's world ever loved a weakling— including that weakling himself!

"And I've got good news for you! This gospel of clean and aggressive strength is spreading everywhere in this country among the finest type of youth. Why today, in 1936, there's less than 7 per cent of collegiate institutions that do not have military-training units under discipline as rigorous as the Nazis, and where once it was forced upon them by the authorities, now it is the strong young men and women who themselves demand the RIGHT to be trained in warlike virtues and skill—for, mark you, the girls, with their instruction in nursing and the manufacture of gas masks and the like, are becoming every whit as zealous as their brothers. And all the really THINKING type of professors are right with 'em!

"Why, here, as recently as three years ago, a sickeningly big percentage of students were blatant pacifists, wanting to knife their own native land in the dark. But now, when the shameless fools and the advocates of Communism try to hold pacifist meetings— why, my friends, in the past five months, since January first, no less than seventy-six such exhibitionistic orgies have been raided by their fellow students, and no less than fifty-nine disloyal Red students have received their just deserts by being beaten up so severely that never again will they raise in this free country the bloodstained banner of anarchism! That, my friends, is news!"

"Look here, Mr. Edgeways, if you think you can get away with this sadistic nonsense without—"

As the General sat down, amid ecstasies of applause, the village trouble maker, Mrs. Lorinda Pike, leaped up and again interrupted the love feast:

She got no farther. Francis Tasbrough, the quarry owner, the most substantial industrialist in Fort Beulah, stood grandly up, quieted Lorinda with an outstretched arm, and rumbled in his Jerusalem-the-Golden basso, "A moment please, my dear lady! All of us here locally have got used to your political principles. But as chairman, it is my unfortunate duty to remind you that General Edgeways and Mrs. Gimmitch have been invited by the club to address us, whereas you, if you will excuse my saying so, are not even related to any Rotarian but merely here as the guest of the Reverend Falck, than whom there is no one whom we more honor. So, if you will be so good—Ah, I thank you, madame!"

Lorinda Pike had slumped into her chair with her fuse still burning. Mr. Francis Tasbrough (it rhymed with "low") did not slump; he sat like the Archbishop of Canterbury on the archiepiscopal throne.

And Doremus Jessup popped up to soothe them all, being an intimate of Lorinda, and having, since milkiest boyhood, chummed with and detested Francis Tasbrough.

This Doremus Jessup, publisher of the Daily Informer, for all that he was a competent business man and a writer of editorials not without wit and good New England earthiness, was yet considered the prime eccentric of Fort Beulah. He was on the school board, the library board, and he introduced people like Oswald Garrison Villard, Norman Thomas, and Admiral Byrd when they came to town lecturing.

Jessup was a littlish man, skinny, smiling, well tanned, with a small gray mustache, a small and well-trimmed gray beard—in a community where to sport a beard was to confess one's self a farmer, a Civil War veteran, or a Seventh Day Adventist. Doremus's detractors said that he maintained the beard just to be "highbrow" and "different," to try to appear "artistic." Possibly they were right. Anyway, he skipped up now and murmured:

"Well, all the birdies in their nest agree. My friend, Mrs. Pike, ought to know that freedom of speech becomes mere license when it goes so far as to criticize the Army, differ with the D.A.R., and advocate the rights of the Mob. So, Lorinda, I think you ought to apologize to the General, to whom we should be grateful for explaining to us what the ruling classes of the country really want. Come on now, my friend—jump up and make your excuses."

He was looking down on Lorinda with sternness, yet Medary Cole, president of Rotary, wondered if Doremus wasn't "kidding" them. He had been known to. Yes—no—he must be wrong, for Mrs. Lorinda Pike was (without rising) caroling, "Oh yes! I do apologize, General! Thank you for your revelatory speech!"

The General raised his plump hand (with a Masonic ring as well as a West Point ring on the sausage-shaped fingers); he bowed like Galahad or a head-waiter; he shouted with parade-ground maleness: "Not at all, not at all, madame! We old campaigners never mind a healthy scrap. Glad when anybody's enough interested in our fool ideas to go and get sore at us, huh, huh, huh!"

And everybody laughed and sweetness reigned. The program wound up with Louis Rotenstern's singing of a group of patriotic ditties: "Marching through Georgia" and "Tenting on the Old Campground" and "Dixie" and "Old Black Joe" and "I'm Only a Poor Cowboy and I Know I Done Wrong."

Louis Rotenstern was by all of Fort Beulah classed as a "good fellow," a caste just below that of "real, old-fashioned gentleman." Doremus Jessup liked to go fishing with him, and partridge-hunting; and he considered that no Fifth Avenue tailor could do anything tastier in the way of a seersucker outfit. But Louis was a jingo. He explained, and rather often, that it was not he nor his father who had been born in the ghetto in Prussian Poland, but his grandfather (whose name, Doremus suspected, had been something less stylish and Nordic than Rotenstern). Louis's pocket heroes were Calvin Coolidge, Leonard Wood, Dwight L. Moody, and Admiral Dewey (and Dewey was a born Vermonter, rejoiced Louis, who himself had been born in Flatbush, Long Island).

He was not only 100 per cent American; he exacted 40 per cent of chauvinistic interest on top of the principal. He was on every occasion heard to say, "We ought to keep all these foreigners out of the country, and what I mean, the Kikes just as much as the Wops and Hunkies and Chinks." Louis was altogether convinced that if the ignorant politicians would keep their dirty hands off banking and the stock exchange and hours of labor for salesmen in department stores, then everyone in the country would profit, as beneficiaries of increased business, and all of them (including the retail clerks) be rich as Aga Khan.

So Louis put into his melodies not only his burning voice of a Bydgoszcz cantor but all his nationalistic fervor, so that every one joined in the choruses, particularly Mrs. Adelaide Tarr Gimmitch, with her celebrated train-caller's contralto.

The dinner broke up in cataract-like sounds of happy adieux, and Doremus Jessup muttered to his goodwife Emma, a solid, kindly, worried soul, who liked knitting, solitaire, and the novels of Kathleen Norris: "Was I terrible, butting in that way?"

"Oh, no, Dormouse, you did just right. I am fond of Lorinda Pike, but why does she have to show off and parade all her silly Socialist ideas?"

"You old Tory!" said Doremus. "Don't you want to invite the Siamese elephant, the Gimmitch, to drop in and have a drink?"

"I do not!" said Emma Jessup.

And in the end, as the Rotarians shuffled and dealt themselves and their innumerable motorcars, it was Frank Tasbrough who invited the choicer males, including Doremus, home for an after-party.

CHAPTER II

AS he took his wife home and drove up Pleasant Hill to Tasbrough's, Doremus Jessup meditated upon the epidemic patriotism of General Edgeways. But he broke it off to let himself be absorbed in the hills, as it had been his habit for the fifty-three years, out of his sixty years of life, that he had spent in Fort Beulah, Vermont.

Legally a city, Fort Beulah was a comfortable village of old red brick, old granite workshops, and houses of white clapboards or gray shingles, with a few smug little modern bungalows, yellow or seal brown. There was but little manufacturing: a small woolen mill, a sash-and-door factory, a pump works. The granite which was its chief produce came from quarries four miles away; in Fort Beulah itself were only the offices... all the money... the meager shacks of most of the quarry workers. It was a town of perhaps ten thousand souls, inhabiting about twenty thousand bodies—the proportion of soul-possession may be too high.

There was but one (comparative) skyscraper in town: the six-story Tasbrough Building, with the offices of the Tasbrough & Scarlett Granite Quarries; the offices of Doremus's son-in-law, Fowler Greenhill, M.D., and his partner, old Dr. Olmsted, of Lawyer Mungo Kitterick, of Harry Kindermann, agent for maple syrup and dairying supplies, and of thirty or forty other village samurai.

It was a downy town, a drowsy town, a town of security and tradition, which still believed in Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, Memorial Day, and to which May Day was not an occasion for labor parades but for distributing small baskets of flowers.

It was a May night—late in May of 1936—with a three-quarter moon. Doremus's house was a mile from the business-center of Fort Beulah, on Pleasant Hill, which was a spur thrust like a reaching hand out from the dark rearing mass of Mount Terror. Upland meadows, moon-glistening, he could see, among the wildernesses of spruce and maple and poplar on the ridges far above him; and below, as his car climbed, was Ethan Creek flowing through the meadows. Deep woods— rearing mountain bulwarks—the air like spring-water—serene clapboarded houses that remembered the War of 1812 and the boyhoods of those errant Vermonters, Stephen A. Douglas, the "Little Giant," and Hiram Powers and Thaddeus Stevens and Brigham Young and President Chester Alan Arthur.

"No—Powers and Arthur—they were weak sisters," pondered Doremus. "But Douglas and Thad Stevens and Brigham, the old stallion—I wonder if we're breeding up any paladins like those stout, grouchy old devils?—if we're producing 'em anywhere in New England?— anywhere in America?—anywhere in the world? They had guts. Independence. Did what they wanted to and thought what they liked, and everybody could go to hell. The youngsters today—Oh, the aviators have plenty of nerve. The physicists, these twenty-five-year-old Ph. D.'s that violate the inviolable atom, they're pioneers. But most of the wishy-washy young people today—Going seventy miles an hour but not going anywhere—not enough imagination to want to go anywhere! Getting their music by turning a dial. Getting their phrases from the comic strips instead of from Shakespeare and the Bible and Veblen and Old Bill Sumner. Pap-fed flabs! Like this smug pup Malcolm Tasbrough, hanging around Sissy! Aah!

"Wouldn't it be hell if that stuffed shirt, Edgeways, and that political Mae West, Gimmitch, were right, and we need all these military monkeyshines and maybe a fool war (to conquer some sticky-hot country we don't want on a bet!) to put some starch and git into these marionettes we call our children? Aah!

"But rats—These hills! Castle walls. And this air. They can keep their Cotswolds and Harz Mountains and Rockies! D. Jessup— topographical patriot. And I am a—"

"Dormouse, would you mind driving on the right-hand side of the road—on curves, anyway?" said his wife peaceably.

An upland hollow and mist beneath the moon—a veil of mist over apple blossoms and the heavy bloom of an ancient lilac bush beside the ruin of a farmhouse burned these sixty years and more.

He was a tall man, Tasbrough, with a yellow mustache and a monotonously emphatic voice. He was fifty-four, six years younger than Doremus Jessup, and when he had been four, Doremus had protected him from the results of his singularly unpopular habit of hitting the other small boys over the head with things—all kinds of things—sticks and toy wagons and lunch boxes and dry cow flops.

Mr. Francis Tasbrough was the president, general manager, and chief owner of the Tasbrough & Scarlett Granite Quarries, at West Beulah, four miles from "the Fort." He was rich, persuasive, and he had constant labor troubles. He lived in a new Georgian brick house on Pleasant Hill, a little beyond Doremus Jessup's, and in that house he maintained a private barroom luxurious as that of a motor company's advertising manager at Grosse Point. It was no more the traditional New England than was the Catholic part of Boston; and Frank himself boasted that, though his family had for six generations lived in New England, he was no tight Yankee but in his Efficiency, his Salesmanship, the complete Pan-American Business Executive.

Assembled in his private barroom tonight, after the Rotarian Dinner, were Frank himself, Doremus Jessup, Medary Cole, the miller, Superintendent of Schools Emil Staubmeyer, R. C. Crowley— Roscoe Conkling Crowley, the weightiest banker in Fort Beulah—and, rather surprisingly, Tasbrough's pastor, the Episcopal minister, the Rev. Mr. Falck, his old hands as delicate as porcelain, his wilderness of hair silk-soft and white, his unfleshly face betokening the Good Life. Mr. Falck came from a solid Knickerbocker family, and he had studied in Edinburgh and Oxford along with the General Theological Seminary of New York; and in all of the Beulah Valley there was, aside from Doremus, no one who more contentedly hid away in the shelter of the hills.

The barroom had been professionally interior-decorated by a young New York gentleman with the habit of standing with the back of his right hand against his hip. It had a stainless-steel bar, framed illustrations from La Vie Parisienne, silvered metal tables, and chromium-plated aluminum chairs with scarlet leather cushions.

All of them except Tasbrough, Medary Cole (a social climber to whom the favors of Frank Tasbrough were as honey and fresh ripened figs), and "Professor" Emil Staubmeyer were uncomfortable in this parrot-cage elegance, but none of them, including Mr. Falck, seemed to dislike Frank's soda and excellent Scotch or the sardine sandwiches.

"And I wonder if Thad Stevens would of liked this, either?" considered Doremus. "He'd of snarled. Old cornered catamount. But probably not at the whisky!"

"And the Jew Communists and Jew financiers plotting together to control the country. I can understand how, as a younger fellow, you could pump up a little sympathy for the unions and even for the Jews—though, as you know, I'll never get over being sore at you for taking the side of the strikers when those thugs were trying to ruin my whole business—burn down my polishing and cutting shops— why, you were even friendly with that alien murderer Karl Pascal, who started the whole strike—maybe I didn't enjoy firing him when it was all over!

"Doremus," demanded Tasbrough, "why don't you take a tumble to yourself? All these years you've had a lot of fun criticizing— always being agin the government—kidding everybody—posing as such a Liberal that you'll stand for all these subversive elements. Time for you to quit playing tag with crazy ideas and come in and join the family. These are serious times—maybe twenty-eight million on relief, and beginning to get ugly—thinking they've got a vested right now to be supported.

"But anyway, these labor racketeers are getting together now, with Communist leaders, and determined to run the country—to tell men like me how to run our business!—and just like General Edgeways said, they'll refuse to serve their country if we should happen to get dragged into some war. Yessir, a mighty serious hour, and it's time for you to cut the cackle and join the really responsible citizens."

Said Doremus, "Hm. Yes, I agree it's a serious time. With all the discontent there is in the country to wash him into office, Senator Windrip has got an excellent chance to be elected President, next November, and if he is, probably his gang of buzzards will get us into some war, just to grease their insane vanity and show the world that we're the huskiest nation going. And then I, the Liberal, and you, the Plutocrat, the bogus Tory, will be led out and shot at 3 A.M. Serious? Huh!"

"Rats! You're exaggerating!" said R. C. Crowley.

Doremus went on: "If Bishop Prang, our Savonarola in a Cadillac 16, swings his radio audience and his League of Forgotten Men to Buzz Windrip, Buzz will win. People will think they're electing him to create more economic security. Then watch the Terror! God knows there's been enough indication that we can have tyranny in America—the fix of the Southern share-croppers, the working conditions of the miners and garment-makers, and our keeping Mooney in prison so many years. But wait till Windrip shows us how to say it with machine guns! Democracy—here and in Britain and France, it hasn't been so universal a sniveling slavery as Naziism in Germany, such an imagination-hating, pharisaic materialism as Russia—even if it has produced industrialists like you, Frank, and bankers like you, R. C., and given you altogether too much power and money. On the whole, with scandalous exceptions, Democracy's given the ordinary worker more dignity than he ever had. That may be menaced now by Windrip—all the Windrips. All right! Maybe we'll have to fight paternal dictatorship with a little sound patricide—fight machine guns with machine guns. Wait till Buzz takes charge of us. A real Fascist dictatorship!"

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" snorted Tasbrough. "That couldn't happen here in America, not possibly! We're a country of freemen."

"The answer to that," suggested Doremus Jessup, "if Mr. Falck will forgive me, is 'the hell it can't!' Why, there's no country in the world that can get more hysterical—yes, or more obsequious!—than America. Look how Huey Long became absolute monarch over Louisiana, and how the Right Honorable Mr. Senator Berzelius Windrip owns his State. Listen to Bishop Prang and Father Coughlin on the radio—divine oracles, to millions. Remember how casually most Americans have accepted Tammany grafting and Chicago gangs and the crookedness of so many of President Harding's appointees? Could Hitler's bunch, or Windrip's, be worse? Remember the Kuklux Klan? Remember our war hysteria, when we called sauerkraut 'Liberty cabbage' and somebody actually proposed calling German measles 'Liberty measles'? And wartime censorship of honest papers? Bad as Russia! Remember our kissing the—well, the feet of Billy Sunday, the million-dollar evangelist, and of Aimée McPherson, who swam from the Pacific Ocean clear into the Arizona desert and got away with it? Remember Voliva and Mother Eddy?... Remember our Red scares and our Catholic scares, when all well-informed people knew that the O.G.P.U. were hiding out in Oskaloosa, and the Republicans campaigning against Al Smith told the Carolina mountaineers that if Al won the Pope would illegitimatize their children? Remember Tom Heflin and Tom Dixon? Remember when the hick legislators in certain states, in obedience to William Jennings Bryan, who learned his biology from his pious old grandma, set up shop as scientific experts and made the whole world laugh itself sick by forbidding the teaching of evolution?... Remember the Kentucky night-riders? Remember how trainloads of people have gone to enjoy lynchings? Not happen here? Prohibition—shooting down people just because they might be transporting liquor—no, that couldn't happen in America! Why, where in all history has there ever been a people so ripe for a dictatorship as ours! We're ready to start on a Children's Crusade—only of adults—right now, and the Right Reverend Abbots Windrip and Prang are all ready to lead it!"

"Well, what if they are?" protested R.C. Crowley. "It might not be so bad. I don't like all these irresponsible attacks on us bankers all the time. Of course, Senator Windrip has to pretend publicly to bawl the banks out, but once he gets into power he'll give the banks their proper influence in the administration and take our expert financial advice. Yes. Why are you so afraid of the word 'Fascism,' Doremus? Just a word—just a word! And might not be so bad, with all the lazy bums we got panhandling relief nowadays, and living on my income tax and yours—not so worse to have a real Strong Man, like Hitler or Mussolini—like Napoleon or Bismarck in the good old days—and have 'em really run the country and make it efficient and prosperous again. 'Nother words, have a doctor who won't take any back-chat, but really boss the patient and make him get well whether he likes it or not!"

"Yes!" said Emil Staubmeyer. "Didn't Hitler save Germany from the Red Plague of Marxism? I got cousins there. I know!"

"Hm," said Doremus, as often Doremus did say it. "Cure the evils of Democracy by the evils of Fascism! Funny therapeutics. I've heard of their curing syphilis by giving the patient malaria, but I've never heard of their curing malaria by giving the patient syphilis!"

"Think that's nice language to use in the presence of the Reverend Falck?" raged Tasbrough.

Mr. Falck piped up, "I think it's quite nice language, and an interesting suggestion, Brother Jessup!"

"Besides," said Tasbrough, "this chewing the rag is all nonsense, anyway. As Crowley says, might be a good thing to have a strong man in the saddle, but—it just can't happen here in America."

And it seemed to Doremus that the softly moving lips of the Reverend Mr. Falck were framing, "The hell it can't!"

#hellsitesonlybookclub #bookblr #It Can't Happen Here #sinclair lewis

[doctorfoxtor]

if you think you hate my long posts, I'm this 👌 close to losing my grip on reality

100 days of productivity

day 18

CVS/RS

verapakill is this first-line tx for haemodynamically stable SVT in asthmatics

AF w/ RVR can reduce A2 loudness

the best biomarker for reinfarction within 1 week of initial infarct is CPK-MB; tropes can be used as they will rise again from their baseline, but CPK offers a much tighter timeline

LBBB → rule out coronary ischaemia w/ CT coronary angiography or stress echo or adenosine stress perfusion MRI or whatever IDK man you do you just leave me the hell out of this

Aspergillus clavatus antigen triggers malt-worker's lung, which is a form of hypersensitivity pneumonitis

CNS/Ophthal

100% O2 @ 7-12 l/min or sumatriptan are equally effective at aborting cluster headaches

prophylaxis for cluster headaches is w/ verapamil or lithium, typically if headaches occurs daily for >3 weeks or if they significantly interfere w/ QOL

sildenafil is also a PDE-6 inhibitor at high doses (erectile dysfunction dose of 50-100 mg stat is higher than PAH dose of 5-20 mg thrice daily); PDE-6 is highly involved in the retina and inhibition leads to blue-tinting of vision

contrast this with digoxin, which engenders xanthopsia through Na-K-ATPase inhibition

spasticity due to spinal mets → if not baclofen, can use diazepam 5 mg thrice daily, especially if comorbid anxiety and insomnia

subcortical dementia: cortical internal linguistics, wordfinding and memory are preserved in early disease as opposed to in corticol disease; however, verbal output (similar to Broca aphasia), alertness and personality are diminished earlier on

bilateral idiopathic cervical plexopathy typically affects C5/C6, characterised by profound wasting of muscles

domperidone cannot cause drug-induced parkinsonism specifically because it does not cross the BBB

syrinx: LMN ssx w/ loss of pain & temp sensation ('cape-like distribution') in ULs + UMN ssx w/ loss of dorsal column sensations in LLs + Horner's syndrome

brain abscess → IV 3rd gen cephalosporin + metronidazole

Endocrine

carbimazole is more potent than PTU, but PTU uniquely inhibits peripheral deiodination of T4

apparently progesterone replacement in HRT increases the risk of breast cancer like wtf lmao this goes against what I've been taught in med school BUT WHATEVER I DON'T HAVE THE SPOONS TO ARGUE

Rheum/Derm

OA vs RA viscosity of synovial fluid

OA synovial fluid glucose ~90-100% of serum levels

topical selenium sulphide for versicolor is mainly for children; for adults, use azole/terbinafine shampoo/solution

seropositivity to RF/anti-CCP is actually a poor prognostic factor in RA; joint erosion within 2 years of symptom onset and insidious onset are also assoc w/ poor prognosis

beta blockers can trigger or worsen plaque psoriasis; progesterone suppresses plaque psoriasis (hence the post-menstrual or post-pregnancy drop in prog can cause flare-ups)

GIT

naltrexone may trigger or worsen IBS symptoms, so prefer acamprosate for alcohol abstinence instead in this population

piecemeal necrosis is a feature of chronic active hepatitis

increased hepatic copper deposition is a complication of cholestasis

pancreatitis Glasgow scoring: PANCREAS → PaO2 <80 mmHg, Age > 55, Neutrophilia (WBC >15k), Calcium <8 mg/dl, Renal involvement (urea >100 mg/dl), Enzymes (AST >200, LDH >600 IU/l), Albumin <3 g/l, Sugar >180 mg/dl

5-ASAs have no role in small bowel Crohn's

HCC in Child-Pugh class C cirrhosis is a palliative diagnosis as the hepatic reserve is insufficient to tolerate resection, chemoembolisation or radiofrequency ablation

Onc/Haem

classical Kaposi sarcoma is seen in older, immunocompetent individiuals (with a male skew?); they are completely asymptomatic

dypnoea + ↓SpO2 despite normal PaO2 + lactic acidosis → methaemoglobinaemia

Renal/Biochem/Toxo

endogenous water production comes to about 350-450 ml/day (1 ml/g fat, 0.6 ml/g carb, 0.42 ml/g protein)

in nephrogenic DI combo of thiazide + low salt diet can reduce urine output by almost 50%... somehow

even more confusing, vaptans have been show to improve the action of vasopressin on the kidneys in X-linked nephrogenic diabetes insipidus (possibly by binding to cytoplasmic V2 receptors and improving their translocation to the cell membrane; relcovaptan, a V1a antagonist, has the strongest evidence base for this)

causes of agranulocytosis: valproate/carbamazepine/ethosuximide, clozapine, propylthiouracil/carbimazole, chloramphenicol/cotrimoxazole, H2-blockers, NSAIDs, allopurinol, mianserin/mirtazapine

rosuvastatin is not metabolised by cytochromes, but OATP 1B1 is responsible for hepatic uptake and inhibition can lead to toxicity

mesangial proliferation is an insensitive finding in glomerulonephritis; thickening and splitting of the basement membrane is more specific for mesangiocapillary (type 1 membranoproliferative) GNitis

ID/Immuno/Genetics

HLA-DR2 appears to be protective against autoimmune diseases

in bite wounds, treat pts allergix to coamoxiclav with doxy+metronidazole (good anaerobe coverage)

Wolfram syndrome = AR inherited, symptoms of DIDMOAD (DI, type 1 DM, Optic Atrophy, high-tone sensorineural Deafness), maybe red-green colour blindness idk I don't make the rules

apples and celery are often covered in birch tree pollen, which is a common allergen; hence, apples and celery are frequent triggers of oral mucosal allergy

haemochromatosis displays pseudodominance

#100 days of productivity #studyblr #studying #medicine #medblr #verapakill me amirite lololol #mine #long post #very long post

[it-begins-with-rain]

Recipe: Slow-Cooker Shell Mac Stew

No, we don’t know why the word “Mac” is in the name, it’s been there for 5-6 generations.

Ingredients

1 medium chuck roast, diced up

1 box medium shells

1 bag baby carrots (or however many sliced carrots you want)

Old-gen versions of this recipe included celery and mushrooms as well; whatever veg you wish to add, just add them all in together.

1-2 bay leaves

1 tsp baking soda

1 29-oz can tomato sauce (can be replaced with 2 15oz cans)

1 15-oz can tomato sauce (so if you’re using all cans this size, get 3)

1. Turn slow cooker to ‘High’.

2. Add either your 3 15-oz cans of tomato sauce or 29-oz + 15-oz cans.

3. If you used the 29-oz can, fill that up with water and add it to the slow cooker. If you used the 15-oz cans, just fill one up twice with water.

2.  Pan-fry meat, strain liquid away either from the pan or when you add it to the slow cooker.

3. Add your 1-2 bay leaves (Usually 2 is good, I only say 1 if you have Spice Island brand, since they tend to be strong).

4. AFTER 2 HOURS; add 1 tsp baking soda and stir well. The sauce will foam quite a bit and stay foamy for an hour or so, that’s totally fine! ------- Baking soda helps eliminate the metallic taste tomato sauces have! Use 1/2-1tsp every time you cook with tomato sauce if the flavor bugs you :)

5. 30 MINUTES BEFORE EATING; fish out the bay leaves and throw away. Add in your medium shells.

6. Stir every 10 minutes until shells are desired level of done-ness.

Enjoy!

#mine #recipe #recipes #shell mac stew #shell mac #stew #beef

[kachowsims]

#ts4 #s4 #maxis match #celery legacy #gen 1

[reddieao3feed]

Beverly Marsh and Richie Tozier Being Platonic Soulmates For * Minutes Straight

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vNzELs

by Rosalee_Kenneth

[Richie and Beverly are in Richie’s kitchen eating celery sticks with frosting] Richie: …we may be utter dumbasses, but at least we’re dumbasses together.

--I feel like those quotes sum up what this fic is about. My work here is done.

Words: 2144, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of The Losers Being Dumbasses for * Fics Straight

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon

Relationships: Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh

Additional Tags: Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Interviews, Twitter, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Soulmates, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Friendship goals, Swearing, Drunken Shenanigans, Bill Hader Hate, One again, Not from me, The Losers Hate Bill Hader, Stan Is Having A Field Day, Even Though He Is Quite Pissed

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vNzELs

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #reddie #it (2017) #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

[littlemicrocosims]

Babies Pt. 2. 

Plum and Blueberry got married because of their upcoming baby!

Aoide Kersey + Dill Celery >>> ???

Cherish Rose Lemonade + Twilight Elderberry >>> ???

Rosemary (daughter of Sugar Peach and Bluejay Blush Breeze) grew into a child, as did their son Federico!

Sterling (Acacia Folly Hyacinth + Randal Emmons) is a toddler!

#ts3 #cosmos badger #badger gen 1 #townie updates #aoide kersey #dill celery #acacia folly hyacinth #randal emmons #cherish rose lemonade #twilight elderberry #sugar peach #bluejay blush breeze #plum west #blueberry sorbet

[conceptadecency]

I was tagged by @savory-breakfasts with 11 questions, so here are my answers.

1. What book would you bring to a desert island?

I don’t know! I’m not good at desert island questions. A long one, I guess. 

2. What is your ideal job?

The job I’m doing now but with much better pay and conditions. I’ve been involved in the trade union for a while now and things are getting better. Join a trade union, folks. I’ve seen it work with my own eyes. 

3. Celery with peanut butter and raisins is a yummy snack—discuss

Completely depends on the quality of the ingredients.

4. Alexander Siddig is a yummy snack—discuss

This might be weird considering what I write, but while he’s objectively good-looking he’s not really my type. I also personally am a little uncomfortable with ‘appreciating’ an actor whose character I write explicit fan fiction about. (That’s purely personal, though. Absolutely no judgment on those who can do both.)

5. What was your first Star Trek?

Next Gen. It was on in the background growing up, and then somehow I started watching it. The rest is history. 

6. Monogamy—awesome or overrated?

Fine for those that like it, but overrated in general as a concept. 

7. Riker—yes or no

No. But I think he’d be a fun friend. 

8. Favorite form of exercise

I can’t answer, it’ll identify me! It’s fun, though. 

9. Oldest, youngest, middle or only?

middle

10. What was your adolescent hyperfixation?

X-Files. I wanted to be Scully, because she was so cool and smart and had a great haircut. She also instilled in me a lifelong respect for scepticism, science, and evidence (even though she was the one that was always wrong in the show).

11. What is the best salad?

Chopped raw fennel. That’s all. Shut up, it’s a salad. 

[appellosimae]

So I changed Eugenia's hair because I'm downloading a bunch of CC hair. I also changed my gshade preset. It's crazy how some little things can change a sim so much. I think I'll stick with this style for some time.

Anyway, after her first shift Eugenia went to spend some relaxing time at the beach. She hated the art there.

#ts3 #the sims 3 #sims3 #sims 3 #celery gen 1 #LEPacy #LEPacy challenge

[betttingjunkie]

Poker Party Foods & advices to have perfect gambling night

So you and the guys (and/or gals) are getting together for a little Texas Holdem or Seven Card Stud. This isn't the online version you play in your pajamas, potato chip fragments wafting gently over your keyboard. You've got real, live people coming into your real-life home, with expectations of at least the minimal comfort of a folding chair at a folding table, and they expect at least a hearty nosh. You can't just limp in with a bag of cheese twists, and soup isn't practical. But you've got a spread limit here: you can't serve anything that needs two hands to hold, nor even anything that will stick your friends with foul hands, or they'll be out the back door in no time. On the other hand, you can't serve bellybusters or they'll be running for the family pot, crying "Must move!"

You don't want to muck it up.

You need some poker party food ideas, and fast!

If it's a poker-dinner party, you want to have the dinner before the game, and needn't worry about drip or stick. You can even serve food that requires two hands! Here are some quick entrées, before we ante up:

Kitchen Sink Spaghetti

Enough dry spaghetti noodles to feed your friends Enough water to boil the noodles 1 large onion, peeled 1 large clove of garlic, peeled 1-2 large handsful of shredded cheese, any variety 1/2 -1 can chick peas/garbanzo beans 1/2-1 can pitted black olives 1-2 fresh zucchinis any amount of other veggies you like, cut into bite-sized bits 1.2-1 tspo oregano (chopped leaves or powder) pinch salt small quantity of canola oil

Boil the water with a drop of canola oil and the pinch of salt. When boiling, add the noodles, stir them immediately and let them boil on medium for six minutes. Drain immediately and do not rinse!

While boiling the noodles, slice the onion into thin rings, chop the garlic and sautée them together in a little oil, in a large frying pan. Cut the zucchini into small bite-sized bits and add, along with any other veggies you;'ve chosen (except mushrooms -- if you use them, add them with the sauce). One minute later, add the noodles, chick peas, olives and cheese. Stir well and continue to cook on medium for another minute. Cover, turn hear to low, and make sauce.

Sauce:

1 cup plain, unsweetened yoghurt 1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese 1-2 ripe tomatoes, chopped 1 tsp lemon pepper 1 tsp paprika 1 tsp dill 1 tbs butter or butter substitute

Simmer the above ingredients in a saucepan until almost boiling. Remove from heat and stir.

Add sauce (and mushrooms if desired) to the spaghetti mixture, mix well, simmer another five minutes.

Serve!

Dill-Rubbed Salmon and Spinach

Salmon fillets, frozen, thawed or fresh Fresh spinach Salt Dill seed, preferably crushed Butter of butter substitute Milk

Preheat oven to BROIL.

Put as much fresh spinach as you can fit into a baking pan. (Spinach shrinks.) Salt it a bit. (Spinach absorbs salt.) Place salmon fillets atop the spinach, place little pats of butter atop the salmon, and a couple little drips of milk atop the whole thing. Sprinkle all over with dill. How much? That depends on the size of the pan, the amount of spinach and the size of the fillets. Just little pats, just little drips, just little sprinkles.

Broil this for five minutes, longer if you like your fish well done. If your broiler turns out to be slow, just keep broiling until the salmon doesn't look raw (slice carefully at the thickest part to take a peek).

This is also good with a squirt of lemon juice!

And now that dinner is over, here are some relatively dripless, unsticky poker party foods that can be enjoyed (not just tolerated) with a few fingers while clutching those killer hands (close to the vest, of course!)

First of all, it doesn't hurt to have bowls of nuts set about. The unsalted sort are cleaner. Baby carrots, cut celery stalks, raw broccoli and cauliflower florets,, these are easy to prepare and a bowl of THICK, nondrippy dip next to the discards will be easy to scoop up.

Horseradish Onion Dip:

16 oz. plain, unsweetened yoghurt four tsps prepared horseradish, red or white one large onion, peeled paprika, lemon pepper, to taste

Chop the onion into tiny bits, mix well with all other ingredients, serve!

Gen's Spinach Dip

16 oz. plain, unsweetened yoghurt 1 tsp lemon pepper 1 tsp honey 1 big bag or bunch of fresh, raw spinach 1/4 milk

DO NOT BOIL THE SPINACH!

Microwave the spinach and milk in a big bowl for two minutes.

Put this with HALF the yoghurt and ALL of the other ingredients into a blender or food processor, on CHOP or the equivalent, for ten seconds, or as long as your equipment takes to chop but not fully blend the spinach. We don't want green yoghurt; we want yellowish yoghurt with lovely green bits in it.

Turn out into a serving bowl, bledn in the rest of the yoghurt and slap it on the table.

Cheese and crackers work well too. Cheese-flavored crackers, however, tend to have cheese powder on them that rubs off on your hands. Try smooth vegetable crackers, and use block cheese you've sliced to cracker-size rather than cheese spreads, which require utensils and can be messy.

For players with a sweeter tooth, try a batch of cookies.

Mohn Cookies

1 cup sugar 3 eggs 3 cups wheat flour 1/2 cup poppy seeds (black) 2 tsp baking powder 1/3 tsp almond extract 1/4 tsp salt 1/4 cup butter

Sift flour, baking powder and salt into a bowl In another bowl, cream together sugar and butter. Mix in the sifted ingredients, little by little, and then the poppyseeds. Punch a well in the center and add eggs and almond extract. Stir well.

If the mixture is now too sticky to manipulate by hand, add flour little by little until it is JUST past that too-sticky stage.

Refrigerate for an hour.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Roll the dough out on a floured cutting board and cut by hand or with cookie cutters. For your poker-playing purposes, suit shapes are nice! (You can cut diamonds by hand but spade-, heart- and club-shaped cookie cutters are readily obtainable wherever you purchase your kitchenalia.)

Bake on a greased cookie sheet for about 13 minutes, or until a light, golden brown. Remove from cookie sheet (carefully, without smooshing them!) as soon as possible to avoid burning the bottoms, UNLESS you've got a lightweight aluminum pan, in which case you they shouldn't burn.

Cake Mix Cookies

You've got a cake mix but cake would be messy to eat while playing cards. You can still use this mix! (Yes, any flavor will do.)

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees and grease up a cookie sheet.

Ignore the directions on the cake mix package.

In a large bowl, mix the contents of the box with softened butter, butter substitute or (for peanut-butter cookies) peanut butter. How much, you ask? First add half a cup, then keep adding until the dough sticks together. It's all right if it's sticky. You just have to get it to the point that you can form balls of it without its all remaining on your hands. Then add one more tablespoon for luck. Mix well. Form balls, then flatten them out between your palms. You're making cookies about two to three inches in diameter here.

Put the flattened cookies onto the cookie sheet and bake for 10 minutes. It's okay if they seem undone. They will harden as they cool, so don't wait for them to get hard in the oven!

To sweeten the pot, try adding chopped walnuts or slivered almonds. For peanut butter cookies, if you have used smooth peanut butter, try adding some peanuts.

Finally, you're going to need some coffee.

Thai Iced Coffee

Use the strongest grind you've got in your coffee maker. Put in enough water for a whole pot MINUS a cup. Add the contents of an 8-oz. can of sweetened, condensed milk to the pot and let the coffee drip right into it.

Stir, refrigerate, serve!

Sweet Nothing

Mix together one part coffee-flavored liqueur, such as Kahlua, one part Irish cream liqueur, one part Amaretto and one part orange-flavored liqueur, such as Triple Sec or Cointreau. Serve straight, over ice or with cream.

Now you're all ready to play, right?

Sure, if you don't feel the need to decorate. Everyone's going to be keeping one eye on the cards, the other eye scanning for tells and a third eye on who's nabbed the last cookie. The fourth eye will be judging your ambience.

Little things you can do to perk up the table:

* Shape aluminum foil into suit shapes and spray-paint them black or red, as appropriate. Punch a small hole at the top of each and use string or ribbon to hang them from overhead light fixtures.

* Obtain a paper tablecloth. It can be red and/or black and ready to use, but it might be more fun to get a white one, give everyone marker pens or crayons (prior to the game) and tell them before Omaha, they're playing Draw. Then draw! (Make sure all artistic output is dry before proceeding.)

* Obtain photos of your guests. Digitally enhance them in one or more of the following ways: put their heads on the bodies of famous opposite-sex poker players; alter their expressions; draw funny party hats on them; place their faces on pictures of paint (royalty cards). Hang these in strategic places or incorporate them into the tablecloth. (You can even print them on napkins, but then no one will want to wipe their fingers!)

* Even for finger food, plates are convenient, paper plates doubly so. Drinks tastes just as good, and have just as much of a caffeine kick, in a paper cup as in a demitasse or snifter. However, you can jazz up plain plates and cups without toxifying them. Try using a marker (well in advance of the game) on just the edge of the plate, to draw simple diamonds or hearts. (Spades and clubs are harder.) Use cups with handles, and tie small trinkets to the handles. For handleless cups, glue red ribbon around the center. (This makes the cup easier to grip, too, especially if you use a ribbon with texture.)

Now unless you're bringing in a live band, crank up the CD or MP3 player, get ready for that monster hand, and let the cards speak!

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Manufactured in a Facility That Also Processes Food

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by incogneat_oh

Jason walks closer to the couch, says slowly, “Babybird. I have literally seen you refuse fruit juice because of the sugar content. Last week, I saw you eat a whole bowl of celery and baby carrots without dressing. And now… now…” Jason snatches up the violently-orange bag from Tim, says, “ ‘Cheezybits’? You know this isn’t legally food, right?”

Words: 931, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Junk Food - Freeform, weird families bonding weirdly, tim and jason's relationship is very important to me okay, and so is junk food

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The Celery Stalks at Midnight

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by matrixrefugee

The brothers have trailed some weird things, but this is one of the weirdest...

Words: 408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: vampire rabbit

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Boston’s New Restaurant Openings (2) added to Google Docs

Boston’s New Restaurant Openings (2)

If you tried to keep track of every brand new restaurant in Boston, you might go a little bit crazy. So just read this list instead. These are the new restaurant openings that seem like they have the most potential - although keep in mind, for the ones we haven’t tried, we make no promises. Go forth and be a pioneer.

We’ll be regularly updating this post. Once we check out each spot, we’ll add a note so you know where to read more about it - in our Hit List.

July  Drew Katz Revival Cafe + Kitchen $$$$ 103 Newbury St

We’re fans of the breakfast sandwiches at this Cambridge spot, which has locations both in Davis Square and Alewife. Now they’ve opened a new branch on Newbury, making the street even more of a coffee destination (Blue Bottle, Pavement, and Thinking Cup are all there too).

 Joel Ang The Lexington at Picnic Grove $$$$ 219 Jacobs Street

The team behind Puritan & Co. was supposed to open three new places in East Cambridge in June, but the pandemic altered that timeline. For now, they’re running an outdoor picnic pop-up of sorts with wagyu hot dogs, lobster rolls, and pretzel Rice Krispie treats.

 Season To Taste $$$$ 2447 Massachusetts Ave

The highly acclaimed fine-dining spot The Table at Season to Taste closed in June, and the same team behind that Cambridge spot is opening a more casual gastropub in the space. They’ll have outdoor dining to start, with plans for indoor dining at a later date.

June Jamaica Mi Hungry $$$$ 225 Centre Street

The Jamaican food truck specialists now have their first brick-and-mortar location in JP. Curry goat, oxtails, and the Arboretum are now the top three reasons to move to that neighborhood.

 Seis Pies Seis Pies $$$$ 1 Bow Market Way

Seis Pies, which translates to six feet, is a burrito pop-up that was born out of the pandemic. Now their San Francisco “mission-style” burritos are available at Hot Box in Bow Market - the menu can be found here.

 Faces Brewing Faces Brewing Company $$$$ 50 Pleasant St

Faces Brewing is the newest brewery in town, and it’s now open for both indoor and outdoor dining. There are sandwiches and pizza to go, along with 11 different beers on tap at this Malden spot. Naturally, half of them are IPAs.

 The Nu Do Society Nu Do Society $$$$ 125 River St

We weren’t sure either at first, but we can now confirm the Nu Do Society is distinctly different from the folks at Sandy Terraces. The team was scheduled to open a new brick-and-mortar location in Cambridge, but encountered some COVID-related renovation issues. However, they’re still serving noodles weekly - more information on their website.

 Tasty Burger $$$$ 48 Winter Street

Tasty has added a fifth location to their ever-expanding patty empire - this time, it’s a new place in Downtown Crossing.

Mediterranean Grill $$$$ 2401 Massachusetts Ave

Kabobs, falafel, and spanakopita are all available at this new Mediterranean-inspired spot in North Cambridge.

may Dumpling Daughter $$$$ 1309 Beacon St

We suppose life would be a little easier sometimes with well-behaved, pan-seared pork dumplings instead of a screaming two-year-old. This Chinese spot recently opened a new branch in Brookline to go along with locations in Cambridge and Weston.

Chic Chick $$$$ 164 Brighton Ave

If you’ve never had the chance to indulge in Hainanese chicken rice, here’s your chance. Chic Chick in Allston is serving the classic poached chicken on rice and soba noodles. If you’re anything like us, you won’t be able to get enough of that ginger-jasmine rice.

April My Happy Hunan Kitchen $$$$ 1924 Beacon St

Admittedly, we’d be pretty happy too if we were served red-braised pork, spicy shrimp, and lamb stew every day. With this new Hunan spot in Brighton, it seems that a quick pick-me-up is pretty achievable.

Weltkuche Bistro $$$$ 5 Glassworks Ave

Weltkuche in East Cambridge claims to be an “international restaurant,” though it appears most of the items on the menu are more Northern Indian in nature. It adds another dining option for those living in the ever-changing Cambridge Crossing area.

March Sombrero Chiquito $$$$ 197 Massachusetts Ave

Sombrero Chiquito in Fenway opened right before the quarantine restrictions hit, but this Mexican spot is still making things like burritos, nachos, and street corn for takeout and delivery.

Mexicali Sushi Bar $$$$ 199 Sumner St

Mexicali in East Boston serves Mexican-inspired sushi rolls, which is pretty unique for the Boston area. The aguachile roll, in particular, sounds interesting.

February  Yellow Door Taqueria $$$$ 354 Harrison Ave

Dorchester staple Yellow Door Taqueria has opened a second location in the South End. There are 12 taco varieties, like scallop frito and sunchoke, to choose from, all of which come on homemade corn tortillas. The restaurant also has a text-a-taco service, which you use to gift tacos to your friends. Turns out technology can actually be used for good.

 Sam Swan Krasi $$$$ 48 Gloucester St

Wine bars are opening all over the city, and Krasi has joined the party. This Greek restaurant in Back Bay features lesser-known wines from the region and a large selection of mezze plates like celery root carpaccio and smoked monkfish. There’s also a “Feast of the Gods” for $349, if you’re feeling particularly divine.

Libertine $$$$ 125 Salem St

Libertine is a new North End restaurant that, shockingly, isn’t Italian. It calls itself a “gastropub,” serving a wide range of things from street corn to chicken pot pie to BBQ ribs. There’s also a number of mac and cheese options, probably because any place that doesn’t serve pasta in the North End will inevitably be shut down by the tourism board.

Alma Gaucha $$$$ 401 D St

Southie now has its own Brazilian steakhouse right next to Lawn on D. So this summer you could foreseeably eat an ungodly amount of meat and then play bubble soccer - Boston’s version of the Krispy Kreme Challenge.

 Cosmica $$$$ 40 Berkeley St

The team behind Beehive has a new street food-inspired Mexican spot inside the Revolution Hotel in the South End. The menu has a variety of tacos and rice bowls, as well as a selection of larger entrees like cochinita pibil (pork that’s spent hours detoxing within a banana leaf).

Bubor Cha Cha $$$$ 45 Beach St

This Chinatown restaurant, which previously served Cantonese and South East Asian dishes, has now reopened with a focus on Hunan cuisine. Expect some spicy things like steamed fish with red peppers.

Barra $$$$ 23A Bow St

A small Mexican restaurant and bar has opened right next to Celeste in Somerville. There are mezcal and tuxca cocktails, as well as five to six small plates (like aguachile) daily. Weekend brunch is also available.

 Mike Diskin French Quarter $$$$ 545 Washington St

The Theater District is now home to a New Orleans-themed restaurant, complete with fleur de lis, sazeracs, po-boys, and gumbo. No word yet on whether Drew Brees will make an appearance.

 Lucie Drink & Dine $$$$ 120 Huntington Ave

There’s a new kind-of-American restaurant inside The Colonnade Hotel in Back Bay, and its goal is to become a “great neighborhood restaurant.” We’re not entirely sure what algorithm they’ll use to get there, but having Maine lobster pie and make-your-own-sundaes on the menu is a good start.

Brooklyn Ramen $$$$ 299 Harvard St

The speciality Japanese tea store Gen Sou En in Brookline recently closed, but the space has now been converted into a grocery store. There’s a deli housing Brooklyn Ramen in the back, which serves ramen and okonomiyaki.

Obosa $$$$ 146 Belgrade Ave

A casual West African restaurant is now open in Roslindale, serving staples like meat patties, puff puffs, and Jollof rice.

January  Brian Samuels Grand Tour $$$$ 314 Newbury St

The team behind Select Oyster Bar now has a Tour de France-inspired bistro just around the corner in Back Bay. The menu has some unique takes on French classics, like escargot pie and rabbit with parsley salad. The most expensive thing on the menu is the caviar omelette at $60 - even if we were gifted one every morning, we still wouldn’t ride a bike for 3,570 miles.

50Kitchen $$$$ 1450 Dorchester Ave

Dorchester has a new soul food and Asian fusion restaurant, serving unique dishes like jambalaya egg rolls and a smoked brisket bánh mì. It’s more interesting than almost everything at Legal, where the chef used to work.

La Mei Hotpot $$$$ 230 Harvard St

The Coolidge Corner section of Brookline now has another hot pot restaurant in the neighborhood. There’s a “crazy spicy” broth option here - while Denny’s has a similar option, we guarantee it will taste better at LaMei.

 Tsurutontan Tsurutontan $$$$ 512 Commonwealth Ave

Osaka udon-chain Tsurutontan now has its first Boston location inside of the Hotel Commonwealth in Kenmore Square. Udon’s not the only thing on the menu, though - there’s also sushi, donburi bowls, cocktails, and sake.

 Kim Furnald Lulu Green $$$$ 246 W Broadway

Southie now has a Middle Eastern vegan restaurant. You’ll have salads, sandwiches, smoothies, and a mezze bar to choose from, as well as some bakery items. A Turkish coffee cardamom-cherry muffin seems like a delicious option to us.

M&M BBQ $$$$ 1246 Massachusetts Ave

Dorchester Brewing Company, one of our favorite Boston breweries, is now home to a BBQ restaurant. So the next time you’re “working from home,” you’ll be able to pair some pulled pork with an IPA during an important “lunch meeting.”

Poke By Love Art $$$$ 103 Beverly St

The Love Art team already has a sushi and udon restaurant, so now they’re adding a poke spot to the mix. Everything is gluten-free at this Downtown establishment, apart from the spaghetti self-portrait on the wall by local artist Nord Fine.

 Bar 'Cino Bar 'Cino $ $ $ $ Italian  in  Brookline $$$$ 1032 Beacon St

Instead of another dispensary (which was originally supposed to be in this space), Brookline just got a new Italian restaurant from a Rhode Island restaurant group. The menu is made up of a variety of small plates and pastas, as well as a specific type of Rhode Island pizza made famous in the 1980s. Tracksuits and ruffled shirts are making a comeback, so we suppose there’s no reason to discriminate against pizza.

 Longcross Bar and Kitchen LongCross Bar and Kitchen $$$$ 501 Fellsway

Detroit-style pizza places are quickly expanding around the Boston area, and perhaps some of them will make it on to our best pizza list one day. For now, you can enjoy deep-dish by the fireplace at this new Medford restaurant.

December  Joyelle West Gray’s Hall $ $ $ $ American ,  Wine Bar  in  South Boston $$$$ 615 E Broadway

A natural wine bar and small plates spot has opened in Southie. Conveniently, the bar is located next to American Provisions, a full fledged cheese, wine, and charcuterie store, making this a one-stop-shop for all your self-care needs.

 JM Leach Sound Advice $ $ $ $ Bar  in  West End $$$$ 60 Causeway St

If you’ve ever had the desire to drink at a movie theater without actually watching a movie, then this is the place for you. This cocktail bar is located next to the new ArcLight Cinemas in The Hub on Causeway.

 Flight Club Darts USA Flight Club $$$$ 60 Seaport Blvd

Cocktails, darts, and cotton candy unite together at this Seaport bar, a unity which management believes will bring you “unexpected, ridiculous joy.” Hopefully it’s not of the Ed Norton variety.

Happy Crab $$$$ 1137 Broadway

Somerville is the location for yet another Cajun-style, eat-with-your-hands seafood restaurant. At this time, we will reserve comment on the emotional state of crustaceans within the institution.

 Lily P’s $ $ $ $ American  in  Kendall Square $$$$ 50 Binney St

Kendall Square is apparently home to a startup that helps you learn the lingo for a variety of different industries. It is also now home to this fried chicken and oysters spot - which means, no matter what you do for work, “yes” is pretty much the only term you’ll need to know.

 Cini's Cini's $$$$ 252 Friend St

Bite-sized arancini balls will now be served until 3am on Friday and Saturdays in the West End. Cini’s will also serve pizza until that time, so it may become your go to place for late-night cheesy Instagram photos.

 Tavern of Tales Tavern of Tales $$$$ 1478 Tremont St

Board games are more fun when someone else is serving cocktails and your guests don’t have to sit on the couch that the cat constantly sheds on. Pizza and tater tots are also available at this Mission Hill cafe.

iFresh Noodle $$$$ 182 Brighton Ave

Allston is getting a new hand-pulled noodle store, which is great. We just hope that the “noodle-pulling” team is better than the “name-the-restaurant” team.

 Tonkatsu King $$$$ 17 Brighton Ave

The Super 88 food court has a new vendor, one that will be royally frying up golden pieces of pork. We would be happy citizens under this monarchy.

Golden Krust Caribbean Restaurant $$$$ 41 Warren St

This Bronx-based Jamaican patty chain is continuing its expansion in the greater Boston area, this time in the Dudley Square area of Roxbury.

Only One Jamacian Restaurant III $$$$ 1345 Hyde Park Ave

Can you have three locations as a restaurant and still call yourself “Only One”? This Jamaican establishment, with a new spot in Hyde Park, is certainly not shying away from the question.

NOvember  Mariel Underground Mariel Underground $ $ $ $ Cuban ,  Bar  in  Downtown $$$$ 10 Post Office Square

Mariel, a great new Cuban restaurant in Post Office Square, has opened a cocktail lounge underneath the restaurant. It’s open Tuesday-Sunday starting a 5pm and taking table reservations 9pm and later.

 Woods Hill Pier Four Woods Hill Pier 4 $ $ $ $ American ,  Seafood  in  Seaport District $$$$ 300 Pier 4 Blvd

There’s a new seafood place in one of those brand new glass condo buildings on the seaport, and your dad will almost certainly mistakenly call it Woods Hole Pier 4 for years to come.

Omori Izakaya $ $ $ $ Japanese  in  Brookline ,  Brookline Village $$$$ 195 Washington St

Brookline has a new izakaya, and it’s right around the corner from a dispensary. If you’ve been in the mood for pot and robata skewers, you’re in luck.

Soup Shack $$$$ 401 Harvard Street

A JP spot for pho, ramen, and Thai noodle dishes opened a second location north of Coolidge Corner in Brookline.

Shake Shack $$$$ 322 Washington St

There’s a new burger option (and source of huge lunch lines) in Downtown Crossing, as Greater Boston gets its seventh Shake Shack

Tatte Bakery & Cafe $$$$ 345 Harrison Ave

We’re not quite at the point where there are as many Tatte’s as Dunkin Donuts in Boston, but we’re getting there, as a new one opened up in the South End.

Lola Burger $ $ $ $ Burgers  in  Seaport District $$$$ 11 Fan Pier Blvd

The people behind Lola 42 have opened up a burger joint around the corner on Fan Pier.

Bluestone Lane Harvard Square Café $$$$ 27 Brattle St

An Australian chain of coffee shops just opened its first Boston location in Harvard Square. It serves an all-day breakfast menu of things like lemon ricotta pancakes and shakshuka.

Nourish Your Soul $$$$ 208 Newbury Street

If you ever get hungry while shopping for yoga pants at the Lululemon on Newbury Street, now you have a place to eat bowls, smoothies, and other foods your spin instructor loves at Nourish Your Soul.

 Dirty Water Dough Company $ $ $ $ Pizza  in  East Boston $$$$ 20 Maverick St

A Newbury Street slice joint just opened up a second location in Maverick Square.

October  Guy Fieri’s Tequila Cocina $$$$ 110 Causeway

There are plenty of things that Boston has in abundance, like rotaries, wind, and 18-22 year-olds from New Jersey. But we’ve always had a conspicuous lack of donkey sauce. The drought may be over now that we have a Guy Fieri restaurant at North Station.

Distraction Brewing $ $ $ $ Bar  in  Roslindale $$$$ 2 Belgrade Ave

Everyone is understandably sad about the closure of Mystic Brewery, but thankfully it’s been immediately replaced by Distraction Brewing in Roslindale Square.

Brato Brewhouse + Kitchen $ $ $ $ Bar Food  in  Brighton $$$$ 190 North Beacon St

And right on Distraction’s heels, Brato Brewhouse is opening in Brighton. It looks like it has way more food options that most breweries.

 Six West Six West $$$$ 6 W Broadway

Southie has its first hotel, and it comes with a hotel restaurant that serves potstickers, short rib tacos, and caviar paninis. A rooftop bar is coming, too, but it’s not open yet.

The Kenmore $$$$ 475 Commonwealth Ave

What used to be the Lower Depths in Kenmore Square is now a place called The Kenmore with beer and bar food.

Veggie Grill $$$$ 57 JFK St

West Coast vegan chain Veggie Grill has opened in Harvard Square. Expect salads, veggie burgers, and lots of other quick options.

Izakaya Ittoku $ $ $ $ Japanese ,  Korean  in  Cambridge ,  Porter Square $$$$ 1815 Massachusetts Ave

Ittoku is an izakaya that just moved to Porter Square from Brighton (closing the original location in the process). It appears to largely have the same menu, though it has a full liquor license now.

Lobstah On A Roll $$$$ 254 Newbury St

A South End sandwich shop that makes the [ninth best lobster roll in Boston[( https://www.theinfatuation.com/boston/guides/best-lobster-rolls-in-boston) just opened a second location on Newbury Street.

Pink Taco Boston $$$$ 374 Congress St

A Los Angeles taco chain has opened in The Seaport. They’re open for brunch, lunch, and dinner, serving tacos, enchiladas, burritos, and bowls.

Bulfinch Social $$$$ 107 Merrimac street

The Boxer Hotel in the Bulfinch Triangle has a new lobby restaurant, meaning we have a new place to eat and drink near the Garden that doesn’t have Larry Bird jerseys on the walls.

 Rochambeu Rochambeau $ $ $ $ French  in  Back Bay $$$$ 900 Boylston St

Rochambeau is a big, brassy French restaurant in the Back Bay, which is already probably the capital of big, brassy French restaurants.

Bar Moxy $$$$ 240 Tremont

The brand new Moxy Hotel in the Theater District has a restaurant, and we’re pretty sure it’s the only place in town with a “food truck-inspired photo booth.”

Trillium Fenway $ $ $ $ Fenway $$$$ 401 Park Dr

Trillium has built a new tap room on the lawn outside of the Time Out Market, as it continues its quest to completely take over the Boston beer scene.

september  Richard Cadan Mariel $ $ $ $ Cuban  in  Downtown $$$$ 10 Post Office Sq

Mariel is a big Cuban place in an old bank in Post Office Square. We don’t know why all old banks were built to look like Greek temples, but they make for some cool looking restaurants.

Richard’s $$$$ 1193 Cambridge St

Richard’s is a new American spot in Inman Square. They serve things like pasta and grilled bison.

Ghost Pepper Taco & Tequila Bar $ $ $ $ Mexican  in  Dorchester $$$$ 120 Savin Hill Ave

Savin Hill has a new taco and tequila bar and, let’s face it, every neighborhood deserves a new taco and tequila bar.

 Chalawan $ $ $ $ Southeast Asian  in  Porter Square $$$$ 1790 Massachusetts Ave

Calawan is a Southeast Asian place in Porter Square. It looks like it has some really cheap wine, so it’s got that going for it, as well as dumplings, curries, and meatier dishes too.

Gantetsu-Ya $$$$ 318 Harvard Street

Gantetsu-Ya is a new Japanese street food stall in the Coolidge Corner arcade. There are few things in life we like more than Japanese street food, so we’re excited.

 Roxanne's $ $ $ $ Bar Food  in  Beacon Hill ,  Downtown $$$$ 6 Beacon St

The former 6B Lounge - a Downtown bar that existed solely for the purpose of after-work drinks - has been replaced by a new tiki place with a menu of bar bites. Sounds like an improvement to us.

Jamaica Mi Hungry $$$$ 225 Centre Street

You’ve seen the jerk chicken food truck around town, and now you can find it in brick-and-mortar form in Jamaica Plain.

Pazza On Porter $$$$ 107 Porter Street

The owners of Caffe Dello Sport on Hanover Street are branching out with a full-service Italian restaurant in East Boston.

Family Affair $$$$ 554 Columbia St

How many different kinds of chicken and waffles do you know how to make? If your answer is somewhere between 0 and 51, then, sorry, you don’t know how to make as many different kinds of chicken and waffles as this new Caribbean restaurant in Dorchester.

Stillwater $ $ $ $ American  in  Downtown $$$$ 120 Kingston St

If you’ve ever had a friend visit Boston only to complain about our lack of restaurants that showcase the cuisine of Oklahoma, now you can take them to Stillwater for some Ritz cracker-crusted fried chicken.

Carolicious $$$$ 14 Tyler St

Aeronaut Brewery in Somerville already has Boston’s best brewery dining option in The Tasting Counter. But if you’re not up to a two-hour tasting menu, now you can get arepas at Carolicious.

august  Alejandro Ramos OddFellows Ice Cream $$$$ 55 Boylston St

If you’ve never had olive oil and strawberry jam flavored ice cream, now you can at this NYC-based ice cream place that opened in Chestnut Hill.

 Orfano $ $ $ $ Steaks ,  Italian  in  Fenway $$$$ 188 Brookline St

Now that the people behind Sweet Cheeks, Tiger Mama, and Fool’s Errand opened up an Italian place, Orfano, there’s now an entire block of the Fenway that’s almost completely controlled by one restaurant group. But we���re big fans of the first three restaurants, so if Orfano is any good and the city wants to let them name the street, we’re good with that.

 Shy Bird $ $ $ $ American  in  Kendall Square $$$$ 1 Broadway

Kendall Square has a new all-day counter-service cafe, and this one serves beer and wine along with its specialty rotisserie meats.

 Gre.Co Gre.Co $$$$

The fast-casual Greek spot opened its second location. It’s in the Seaport and, unlike the original Back Bay location, it has a liquor license.

Create Gallery & Cocktails $ $ $ $ Bar  in  Somerville ,  Union Square $$$$ 1 Bow Market Way

Bow Market may be officially finished now that there’s a small cocktail bar/art gallery that serves draft cocktails created by bartenders from around the city.

Taqueria El Barrio $ $ $ $ Mexican  in  Allston ,  Brookline $$$$ 1022 Commonwealth Ave

The people behind Bisq, one of our favorite restaurants in Cambridge, have opened a counter-service taco place on Comm Ave. near BU.

Boba Me $$$$ 1520 Tremont

A new cafe in Mission Hill is serving boba tea and “flaming hot cheese fries.” We’re all for interesting combinations, so you do you, Boba Me.

Pai Kin Kao $ $ $ $ Thai  in  Central Square $$$$ 80 River Street

What used to be Chick Chick Boom, a Central Square chicken place, is now Pai Kin Kao, and it focuses on Thai and ramen.

110 Grill $$$$ 1 District Ave

A new location of an American chain has opened in the South Bay area of Dorchester, and it calls itself “upscale-casual.” That doesn’t seem to make sense, but we don’t necessarily dislike things that don’t make sense.

july  Brian Samuels The Emory $ $ $ $ American  in  Beacon Hill ,  Downtown $$$$ 21 Beacon St

There’s a new restaurant at the top of Beacon Hill and and it has a couple of things on the menu we’ve never heard off, like a lobster sausage sandwich and baked potato beignets.

Parlour $ $ $ $ American ,  Tapas  in  Brookline ,  Coolidge Corner $$$$ 308 Harvard Street

Parlour is a new tapas place in Coolidge Corner, so now you have a tapas place to eat at before attending a French film festival at the Coolidge Corner Theater.

The Oyster Club $ $ $ $ Seafood  in  Back Bay ,  Downtown $$$$ 79 Park Plaza

We don’t necessarily need more oyster bars, but we’ll always welcome them. This one is just off the Public Garden, and it seems like a place where a lot of people will be paying with corporate cards.

Dolce $ $ $ $ Pizza ,  Sandwiches ,  Ice Cream  in  North End $$$$ 272 Hanover Street

There’s a new restaurant on Hanover Street and, you’re not going to believe this, but it’s Italian. It’s called Dolce, and it specializes in pizza and gelato.

Kingston Cuts $ $ $ $ Steaks  in  Downtown $$$$ 25 Kingston Street

Downtown Crossing has a new steak-y bistro, with a separate bar and lounge area up front.

 Black Lamb Black Lamb $ $ $ $ American ,  Seafood ,  French  in  South End $$$$ 571 Tremont St

The people behind Bar Mezzana, Shore Leave, and No Relation - three South End spots we’re fans of - opened Black Lamb, an “American brasserie and raw bar.” We’re excited.

Silk Road Express $$$$ 1 Brighton Ave

This is the second location of an Uyghur restaurant in Cambridge, and it’s in the wonderful Super 88 Asian food hall in Allston.

Nani Chick'n Bunz $$$$

It’s a delivery-only restaurant, which we’re not sure even counts as a restaurant. But if you live near their kitchen in Allston, then you can get some chicken sandwiches that look pretty good, and hopefully travel well.

 Kim’s Tofu $ $ $ $ Korean  in  Allston $$$$ 160 Brighton Ave

Kim’s is a new Korean place in Allston, and it makes all its tofu in-house.

 Peregrine $ $ $ $ Italian  in  Beacon Hill $$$$ 170 Charles Street

The people behind Juliet, an awesomely casual and affordable fine-dining restaurant in Union Square, have opened Peregrine. It’s an Italian spot in a Beacon Hill boutique hotel, and, as you’d from an Italian spot in a Beacon Hill boutique hotel, it looks to be much more upscale and pricey than their first place.

Sally’s Sandwiches $$$$ 492 Tremont St

The people behind Banyan and The Gallows - a Korean place and a pub, respectively - opened this sandwich spot inside Blackbird Doughnuts in the South End.

The Porch Southern Fare And Juke Joint $$$$ 175 Rivers edge Dr

We’re pretty sure that this new spot for barbecue and live music in Medford is the only juke joint in Boston, and we’re definitely sure it’s the first time we’ve seen the term “juke joint” since reading The Color Purple.

Black Jack Pasta Kitchen $$$$ 1401 Washington Street

Black Jack Pasta Bar was a pasta place in the Fenway that closed last year. This new spot in the South End is a grab-and-go pasta place, which is interesting.

Ilona $$$$

Ilona in the South End is the third restaurant opened up by the team behind Kava Neo-Taverna and Puro Ceviche Bar - two places we really like. It’s Georgian, but Stalin-Georgian, not OutKast-Georgian.

BearMoose Brewing Company $ $ $ $ Everett $$$$ 1934 Revere Beach Pkwy

Cool - we literally just finished our Boston Brewery Rankings, and now we already have to update it. Thanks a lot, BearMoose Brewing, a new brewery and taproom that just opened up with an in-house deli in Everett.

all the time out market places  Saltie Girl Saltie Girl Fenway $$$$ 401 Park Drive

The Back Bay raw bar is selling a small selection of its favorites, including lobster rolls (both hot and cold) and clam chowder.

Tasting Counter $$$$ 401 Park Dr

One of the city’s fanciest and most expensive tasting menu places now has a place where you can wait in line for $22 king crab risotto.

Mamaleh’s $$$$ 401 Park Drive

The original Mameleh’s in Kendall Square is one of Boston’s best delis. This is now the third place you can get the shakshuka, along with its stand at the Public Market.

 Jaclyn Rivas Ms. Clucks Deluxe $$$$

The team behind O Ya and Hojoko are serving up chicken and dumplings.

 Jaclyn Rivas Gogo Ya $$$$ 401 Park Drive

The team behind O Ya and Hojoko are also serving up crispy nori tacos and bento boxes.

BISq $$$$ 401 Park Drive

The real Bisq is an excellent wine bar in Inman Square. This mini-Bisq is serving charcuterie and sandwiches.

Gelato & Chill $$$$ 401 Park Drive

They serve up gelato and wordplay.

Union Square Donuts $$$$ 401 Park Drive

If you haven’t already had one of these brioche donuts (either at the original spot in Union or the stand in the Public Market) now’s your chance.

Revolution Health Kitchen $$$$ 401 Park Dr

Juices, smoothies, acai bowls, and other things your spin instructor loves.

Michael Schlow’s Italian Kitchen $$$$ 401 Park Drive

Michael Schlow used to run, like, 16 really hyped restaurants in Boston. Then he left and closed them all for some reason, and now he’s back with an Italian stand here.

Monti $$$$ 401 Park Drive

Oh, apparently Michael Schlow is also back with a pizza stand here.

Anoush'ella $$$$ 401 Park Drive

Anoush’ella is a popular spot in the South End for fast casual Medeterranean food. Come here for mezze, overnight braised beef, and za’atar chicken.

Bar $$$$ 401 Park Drive

There are two bars at the Time Out Market. They’re both called Bar.

All the Casino Spots Waterfront $$$$ 1 Broadway

We hear it has a view of the table games instead of the water, but the more interesting thing about this seafood spot is that it’s led by the original chef from Neptune Oyster, one of Boston’s best restaurants.

Oyster Bar $$$$ 1 Broadway

It’s a place that sells oysters, in a casino, and it’s also from the old Neptune chef.

On Deck Burger Bar $$$$

It’s a place that sells burgers, in a casino.

Fratelli $$$$ 1 Broadway

The people behind three of our most cliched Italian places in the North End (Bricco, Mare, and Strega) have combined forces to build a (probably) cliched Italian place in a casino.

Rare Steakhouse $$$$ 1 Broadway

They claim to serve the only “certified authentic Kobe beef in New England.” We’ll fact-check that with the governor of the Hyogo Prefecture and get back to you.

Sinatra $$$$

It’s an Italian place, and it’s probably where all the guys who had Swingers posters on their walls in college are going to eat.

Red 8 $$$$ 1 Broadway

It’s a Chinese restaurant franchise of a chain that also has locations in Macau, which is in China, and Las Vegas, which is not.

Mystique $$$$

Izakayas are cool, and this one apparently has views of the skyline instead of a busload of senior citizens being hypnotized by slot machines.

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