probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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weird fucking animals in the sea tier list
big fin squid. what in the actual fuck is this?
2. phronima. inspired the face hugger from alien
3. big red jellyfish (thats its scientific name....)
4. squid worm???????? wtf is this monstrosity against god? (i love it)
5. frilled shark....just why?
6. barrel eye fish. its cute i guess but it looks so sad like a renaissance painting:( hey little guy cheer up you have lots of fans x
7. chained cat shark so cool but why tf is it in our ocean
8. japanese spider crab (i love this freaking thing but even a fan like me has got to admit this looks like a dark souls boss you'll die to 500 times before looking up various elemental tactics on reddit and gamefaqs.
9. bristle worms. they are sturdy to me ♥
10. blobfish...shes not that weird to me the thing thats weird is that people apperently eat it??? but folks will eat anything i swear to god. leave it alone its just a weird guy!!!!!!!
11. goblin shark. presented with no further explination. shark evolution is so fucked man
12. sixgill shark. he's back and hes coming in hot. i love his goofy ass
13. whatever in gods green earths name this is (black swallower, shes soooo real)
14. is it a tier ranking without me bringing up 12 squids? i dont think so. this here's a vampire squid, miss, a fine specimen for sure
15. gulper eel. ???
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Astarion: "Quite the list of characters, but hardly my taste." [devnote: ...Farmers and vagabonds - he's not impressed]
I love the blood bank in the Reithwin morgue: the second Astarion has access to humanoid blood he immediately becomes picky about his food. The poor, the working class and the rural aren't good enough for him and his classism!
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Had some people over for lunch last week and I had told them about my bakery woes so they all came with a baguette, half as a gesture of support, half to remind me that I'm a loser who doesn't know what a baguette is. There was way too much baguette so I ended up making pain perdu—of sorts, I didn't slice it and toast it, just put all the ingredients in a cake pan along with some apples because I also have too many apples at the moment.
It tastes good but the texture of a baguette-based cake is too dense, I should have gone for the traditional French toast method. I thought it was going to be one of those eureka moments when you tweak a recipe out of laziness and you end up with something new and even better but no, it was one of those humbling moments when your recipe notebook is judging you from the shelf like I could have told you that, but you didn't ask
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