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nordic-language-love · 5 months
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Conversation with my supervisor while at a Japanese restaurant the other day
Supervisor: *translating the menu* ...and then this one here is pig hormones Me: ...hormones? Supervisor: Yeah I know, but it's really popular here Me: You mean... pork meat from pigs fed with hormones? Supervisor: No, I mean like, the hormones Me: ... Supervisor: You know. The innards. Intestines and stuff Me: That's not what hormones means in English
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rowenabean · 2 years
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When you get this, respond with 5 things that make you happy (if you'd like to)! You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. ✨
1 - my garden! It's autumn here which is when I plan things. I spent a couple months at the start of the year thinking I might be moving out, so now I'm definitely staying I'm really getting stuck into planning and planting
2 - my dear friend's paté recipe - I'm low in iron (...as always) and paté is the most delicious way to address that (although I am also taking iron tabs). Just made some tonight, yum
3 - my sister getting married soon! It's still 3 months away but am v excited for it! (apparently she comes after the paté)
4 - current WIP is giving joy/is very satisfying to work on at the moment, even if it still feels very early stages
5 - hanging out with a friend and her bubs today
❤ thank you!
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dyrewrites · 2 months
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Find the Word 2 Electric Boogaloo
@deanwax also got me! So here's some more words!
Mine are; blue, brown, black, bed and bell.
I am slapping both of you back this time, so @awleeofficial and @deanwax can have these words; ran, always, red and savor
More In Fog!
Blue
“Is it by the sea?” I asked it, never looking from that stretch of blue. But a thin line on the horizon, it vanished into the sky. How I ached for it to be you with me, my love, to share that sight, that first with you. To have your hands so comfortably slipped under my shirt, certain to keep your skin on mine. Your hands though they were...it was not you, and it would never be. No matter how it tried, “Oh yes, darling, we can even find somewhere on the beach to stay.” Those lips teased my neck, blood dried but ever-present to my eyes, a stain that would never wash clean, “We could dance in the sand,” your hands, its, explored as it spoke, endless in its hunger, its want, “Have you felt the ocean’s touch, heard her sweet song?”
Black
And that sorrow poured from it as tears, my love, as tears. Hot and wet on my skin it cried for me as it angled to hold me tighter than I could it, and then it denied me, “You are everything to me. And death is not a wish I will grant you, darling, not ever.” But it was one it intended me to grant, delighting so in how well I took to it. My confessions, my love, have been many...and yet not enough, not near enough. This soul of mine is blackened by my actions, my time with that monster. Does it matter that it loved me, truly loved me? That I loved it? Was my...my desperate need to be desired, to be treasured, worth my soul?
Bed
It was months from the beach, the train, our enthusiastic declarations; holed up in a quaint bed and breakfast outside a town too drenched in blood not to be hunting us. But it is likely you want the how first, perhaps the why. That enthusiasm, so catching, had burnt us both. We stopped in a small town, for it to feed and me to eat, and both of us to explore. Our time together was an adventure, after all, my love, it was free of its fog and I of that place that had never been home. We were playing and we played too rough.
Bell(ies) -- this one is graphic, gory and violent, beware
And oh, my love, how they screamed, the pitches, the tones, the melodies of each were rapturous. I danced in them, as they swayed with its bite, I cut and I danced. We danced, splashing in the offal I rent from their bellies, twirling and singing as gaily as it had slaughtered that first night I watched it. Beautiful, terrible, and altogether mesmerizing... We reveled in those deaths, my love, in that release.
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eorzeashan · 5 months
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On Echani Festivities, the Scattering of Seeds
Besides their renown for combat, Echani are known to participate in many festivals for different occasions, usually centered around milestones of growth.
The most famous of these festivals is the Scattering of Seeds, when Thyrsian pups are released from their birth-homes to make the trek across the Thyrsian countryside to their first mentorships and new families--as Thyrsian children ordinarily do not stay with their blood family past their first year and instead are scouted beforehand by the head of a trade they wish to pursue, where they will live with other understudies for a good year or more until they are ready to move on and repeat the same process well into adulthood. Such is a popular method for passing on martial arts, as it does not require bloodlines and ensures the art is kept through quality rather than nepotism and regular rotations of students. Every Echani learns to raise these "children" at least once a year, making them adept at childcare and parenting long before they've found a mate.
The Scattering of Seeds is not just a marking of the first time a Thyrsian pup leaves home, but a grand festival celebrating youth and the adventuring spirit of Thyrsians galaxywide, with lots of food and agrarian rituals that make it popular for tourists to come and partake in. Tourists are even encouraged to stand on the sides of the herbwheat fields and hand out bell-shaped cookies filled with cream and sweet acorns to the Thyrsian puppies racing by as good luck for the journey ahead!
As part of their festival garb, Thyrsian young have a sack with the emblem of their new school tied around the back of their neck, which is filled with tinkling bells of Thyrsian metal and a native crop seed called the Tasubawarra that promotes long fur growth and has long been a sacred plant due to its mutualistic properties. The plant itself first takes root on an Echani newborn and covers the youngling in a layer of fuzzy lichen, which protects the vulnerable epidermis from infection and disease and helps keep them warm where their hair does not naturally grow. At the same time, the plant's "fluff" merges with their natural fur and lives on their skin, absorbing nutrients from dirt and debris. Curiously enough, this is also why the Scattering of Seeds is called what it is; after a year, Thyrsian newborns will lose their baby plant fluff and the Tasuba's airborne fur will blow away on seasonal winds on the festival's eve.
(This is also why the young wear weighted sacks around their necks, as some of them may become too airborne with the Tasuba and roll away helplessly in the pollinated gales).
When the young reach the residence of their temporary new home, they are greeted by the "seeking dog" of whom they were first scouted by, a hybrid breed of the Eshan wolf who became domesticated on Thyrsus and are trained to search for healthy and eligible pups to bring into their master's school. The children offer a gift to the seeking Echa'yoan (domesticated Echa'olm), often a sewn plush from their household scented with that of the child, and cross the threshold which the seeking dog guards, where their new parent awaits with a big pot of savory offal and raw bones with dipping marination for them to eat.
Not every Thyrsian is eligible for parenthood, but it is not them who chooses but rather the child, as Echani children will often imprint on sight and follow their desired new parent home--a method driven by instinct rather than a complicated adoption process. For that reason, adult Echani who desire children will wear special pup-carriers for seeking young to climb into as an indication that they are open to adopting more. This is the regular method employed by the common populace. Only large schools and professions employ seeking dogs to find pups, as they require a large number of constituents or are applied to by many rather than a small handful.
Seeking dogs will often wear pheromone scented sacks much like the Thyrsian children's festival garb, that reveal the lifestyle and health of their master. They use this to attract Thyrsian young to them, and when scouting a particularly desirable candidate, place them inside their sack and bring them home. Their master will create an officially signed identification card for the new child and give it to the seeking dog, who will return it to the child's household as a way of asking for permission to foster their child, with their birth-parent having the option to postpone the adoption or outright refuse for stated reasons.
The Seeking Dog is a vital addition to Thyrsian culture, and it is common to see Thyrsians wearing metal cone-shaped hats with a wave-pattern brim that are adorned with designs of the Echa'yoan--or even metal "ears" that resemble theirs during festival time. These hats are actually Thyrsian helmets often worn in battle, but only Echa'yoan designs are worn for special and auspicious occasions.
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itusebastian · 1 year
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The Siren's Song
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The sun was setting over the coastal cliffs, casting a red and orange hue over the rocky terrain. The sound of a beautiful song could be heard echoing through the valley, drawing the attention of a group of adventurers who were making their way through the treacherous path.
As they approached the source of the music, they were greeted with the sight of a harpy, perched on a cliffside. Its body was that of a vulture, with wings and legs, but its torso, arms and head were that of a human. Its wicked talons and bone club made it a formidable threat in combat, and its eyes reflected the absolute evil of its soul.
The harpy's sweet song had lured countless adventurers to their deaths, drawing them in close for the harpy to kill and consume. The adventurers were caught off guard by the harpy's song, and they were compelled to blunder towards its source. The harpy charmed them before attacking, using its song to lure them over the cliff and into deadly pits.
The harpy took pleasure in the suffering and death of its prey, delighting in the "music" they made as they screamed. It took its time dismembering its helpless foes, and it could spend days torturing its victims before the merciful end.
The harpy collected shiny baubles, valuable objects and other trophies from its victims, sometimes fighting with other harpies for the right to claim the choicest prizes. When no valuable objects could be found, the harpy took hair, bones or body parts to line its nest. Its lair was hidden in remote ruins, where adventurers could discover valuable treasure and magic hidden beneath foul piles of offal.
The group of adventurers were never seen again, and their fate remains unknown. But one thing was certain, the sadistic harpy was always on the hunt for its next prey, and its sweet song would continue to lure unsuspecting victims to their deaths.
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tastesoftamriel · 2 years
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are there any foods that are absolutely common and loved in one province, but unheard of, or considered disgusting, in another?
There are a few things I can think of! Without beating round the bush, here are a few off the top of my head.
Altmer
Most Altmeri food is pretty inoffensive, but many races are somewhat irked (or enamoured by) the fresh sea urchins that are a delicacy on Summerset. Simply crack one open carefully and scoop out the insides. I personally have never had a taste for it, but it definitely isn't as gross as some people make it out to be.
Argonians
Grubs and worms. Big or small, alive and wriggling or dead and crispy, many an adventurer has failed against this most standard of Argonian foods. Admittedly, shoving your hand into a bowl of live, spiced bloodworms and taking a bite is not the most appetising of ideas. Still, those who dare to overcome these wriggly critters usually have an okay time!
Bosmer
Jagga is fermented pig's milk, and is a highly prized drink among the Wood Elves. The smell and flavour are...an acquired taste to just about everyone who didn't grow up in Valenwood, but it fetches a pretty penny outside. It's best for drinking, but is also a key ingredient in many Bosmeri dishes.
Bretons
I don't understand why so many people groan and moan about eating snails, and the Bretons certainly pay them no mind. Whether served with garlic butter or sundried tomatoes and basil, snails are always a winner for starters. Better than squid, I always say!
Dunmer
Just about everything edible in Morrowind is bound to elicit dome sort of concerned reaction in outlander n'wahs (myself included). While I would like to point out that I've acquired a taste for most Dunmeri ingredients, many still find them weird, like kwama eggs. Yes, giant bug eggs may not seem like a tasty treat, but I promise it really is (especially when fried with scuttle and served with fried saltrice)!
Imperials
I'm not wholly sure what it is that puts people off of stuffed, fried dormice, but this most Cyrodiilic of dishes is a traditional delicacy isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Apparently it's appalling to some people to eat small, cute animals whole, but they clearly have never tried an Eidar-stuffed, honey-basted crispy dormouse before!
Khajiit
While I love Khajiiti food, I will never get the hang of their love for raw offal mixed with moon sugar and served atop rice. I am very selective of the offal I consume, and it is always cooked, making raw offal a nightmare where I had to struggle not to gag. It's definitely not a common thing across most of Tamriel, making raw offal one of the things that you'll never find outside of Elsweyr (probably for the best).
Nords
We Nords eat lots of questionable stuff admittedly, from pickled fish to frostbite spider legs. However, the ingredient that seems to confuse foreigners the most is probably rotten shark. Yes, that's right. While nobody really eats this "delicacy" aside from during special occasions, it is always a spot of fun to feed to unsuspecting tourists. Did I mention it smells like cat piss?
Orcs
While I personally adore echatere cheese, I know that the sentiment is not shared widely by others in Tamriel. Some have compared the smell to wet dog, and ignore its delightful texture and uniquely salty flavour. People don't know what they're missing!
Redguards
Once again with the bugs, this time it's the Redguards of Hegathe who consume silkworms stewed in curries or fried as snacks. When curried, the silkworms are soft and delicate, but are crunchy when fried and often dipped in a spicy sauce. As most of Tamriel considers silk to be a valuable resource, eating silkworms is seen as wasteful and gross by many.
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costhursdays · 5 months
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Watching the destruction of the Death House, the group were able to steady themselves enough to collect their things, mainly Kenshi's left behind Doctor's Bag, and head to the Blood ofn the Vine Tavern. There they saw Vasily outside smoking, and he questioned what took them so long.
Inside, the group got acquainted with Arik, the barkeep, and a young man named Ismark Kolyanovic, the son of the Burgomaster, Kolyan Indirovic, who bought the players a round of Red Dragon Crush after hearing they survived the Death House. He informed the players that not many come out of that building, much less destroy it. He laments that it was pointless to do so, as the house has been rebuilt once before, and so the loss was less a boon for the people and more a delayed problem to handle by another group of wayward adventurers.
The party had several conversations amongst themselves, but the crux of the night was Ismark asking them to help him in escorting his sister out of the village and away from Castle Ravenloft, which loomed over the horizon line like a beacon of pestilence and plague. Ismark invited the party to come to his manor to discuss things over fully in the morning, and to meet his sister properly. Before leaving the Tavern, Chiaroscuro asked for a spare bit of offal or scrapped meat that the providers had lying around. Due to Arik's simple nature, the man slaughtered a sheep to offer its entrails to the timid man, who took it reluctantly.
Upon reaching Ismark's mansion, the players observed the terrifying sight of the constant barrage of attackers on the building. Scratches against the siding, scorch marks, the works. Most every window had been boarded up from the inside to keep attackers and the like from getting within. Upon entering the home, the group met Ireena Kolyana, the adoptive daughter of Kolyan Indirovic, the man in question lying dead on the floor in a coffin.
Ireena displayed a strong will and dominant spirit, but also seemed anxious about further visits from Strahd. She had fortressed herself in the manor in an attempt to stave off any further attempts from him to attack her, and her sibling. Ismark bade the group to help them by escorting Ireena to the next city over, Vallaki, where she would hopefully be further away from Strahd's influence.
Ireena only would leave the town if the group would help her bring the Church at the north of the town, so that she could lay her father to rest under the protection of the Morning Lord, the deity that the country worshipped. A bit of miscommunication between her, Ismark, and Kenshi lead him to believe it was his services she required, however he said he would help with the transportation and rites once they reached the Church to the north. He had concerns with Ismark about the fear of him being raised for unsavory work, but the worry was abated by the knowledge that the Church was Hallowed Ground.
Everyone tentatively agreed in assisting with Ireena's request, and Ismark allowed the group to stay in the mansion, there being plenty of room for them all. In private, Chiaroscuro attempted to discuss things with the lantern he carried using some of the offal he purchased, and being unable to quite yet, used Bottled Respite to allow himself into the lantern itself. Coming out of it, the offal he had prior was gone.
After a night's rest, Chiaroscuro approached Ismark who was nursing a hangover with a cup of coffee and a willow branch. He stated his worries about being useful to him as a bodyguard for his sister, especially when he himself was looking for someone in Barovia. He wasn't a Warrior, he was a Seamster, a tailor. Ismark reminded him that he was able to come out of the Death House alive, a feat few could claim. He also posited that he had no lead on the person he was looking for, so wouldn't it be helpful to go and escort Ireena so that he could meet more people and find more clues. At the end, Ismark said he couldn't force Chiaroscuro's hand, and in the end it was his decision to make. The nervous tiefling, after the words of encouragement, agreed to assisting Ireena away from the town.
Ireena rolled out a map for the town, showing the party a wide view of the country, showing them the first possible place Ismark has chosen for her to reside in. Other than Vallaki, Ireena also made brief mention of Krezik, the city on the far end of the country, the furthest from Strahd and his influence. The group also questioned certain other points on the map, the Vistani Encampment to the west, a large structure on a hill, a fortress like place southwest of Vallaki, and a tower on a lake Northwest of that. Finishing the brief overview, it was then time to start with the funeral procession.
As the group helped carry the coffin through the town, several people exited their homes to watch in honor of Kolyan's passing. Approaching the Church after some time, everyone could see that it too had been ravaged by monsters and flame, the doors especially marked. A brief moment after Ismark knocked on the door, a portly man whose cassock showed plainly that he had been prior much larger exited the building, quickly shutting the doors behind him. Father Donavich regarded everyone kindly as new guests, offering Kenshi a known greeting as well. He made quickly towards the back, where the plot had been prepared in advance for Kolyan's body.
As Father Donovich, Ireena, Ismark, and Kenshi stood near the cemetery plot, the rest of the party stood back awkwardly, not really having much to say in this instance. No one else had known the man, so any involvement would have been superficial at best. Standing back near the church, both Chiaroscuro and Alexir could hear wafting up from the inside of the thick stone walls and thatched roof a cry of desperation, and mournful hunger.
"Father... Please... I'm STARVING."
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datasoong47 · 11 months
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BURBANK, CA – Yesterday, the Walt Disney Company announced 10 new Star Wars TV series starring beloved characters like Dorfus Kent, Ultra Moff Charlie, and Fudge Offal, or some nonsense like that. 
Fans of the galaxy far, far away were thrilled to finally witness the adventures of Luke Skywalker’s distant cousin, one of the aliens who’s on-screen for two seconds in A New Hope, and the Millennium Falcon’s sentient space coffee maker, among some other bullshit. 
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Is there something your ocs gets homesick for? A person, a place perhaps a particular food they cant get anywhere else or a festival they can't attend anymore?
OOOO!!!! While this is probably aimed to fanwalkers, I cannot help but to think of some of my Planebound ocs! So lets get it rolling! Cyrin came from a distant nearly peaceful district far from Ravnica's cental 10 districts in which he deeply misses. Personally, I hc to be placed in the midwest USA while the tenth/central is in around Prague is if we were to equate it to Earth's geography. Thus, it would take hours on a izzet airship to travel there, not just that as well as the planning he must do.
Nonetheless, Cyrin missed the gruul festivals him and his parents attended to when he was young. If there was photography on ravnica, there would definitely been pictures of him saddling on a Centaur, face covered in gruul war paint: both are smiling.
The food there compared to the tenth was not "more natural" per-se but more communal, if you'd ask him his favorite place to go, he would describe a small Rakdos pub he used to go as a kid. It's where he got to eat exotic (and totally ethically sourced) cuisines from time to time, finding a love for offals such as Liver and Gizzards. Although he loves the bread he gets from the 10th Selesnyans, he has a deep nostalgia for the sourdough dinner rolls he'd share with one of the Imp workers of the pub. Alternatively, he used to have a young golgari friend where they would go on adventures and share snacks with.
Even on the still celebrated Guildpact days, Cyrin would explain an event he watched where the guild representatives would do face offs. If one presses him on it, he would joyfully explain how he watched an Azorius representative was able to reverse and send a pie flying back to the Rakdos tiefling she was doing a competition with.
Lastly, Cyrin misses the rolling plains and distant spires of his home district. Due to how the district was far and mostly self governed, there wasn't much new urban construction built unlike. Thus as he lived on his family farm, he was able to observe the night sky above, pointing and looking at constellations. He misses wading through tall grass and getting chided by his mother for getting scratches and ticks. The smells of the burning rakdos furnaces as a powerful demon lord forged and smiled at his creation before giving it the Boros Angel, as a gift to her, sometimes wafts back into his mind on late nights. On the occasion, he remembers the chatter of the izzet engineers on the side of one of the district's main roads talking about how a mana power line went out.
Every night he wishes he can go back, to see his childhood friend, to that aging rakdos pub and to hear the idle friendly banter he would hear between a selesnyan dryad and a golgari lich. Cyrin can't go back, and it isn't because of money or time, although that is indeed a factor. He knows if he goes back, people will look at him with mournful looks and curious gleaming glances. What happened to his family was something so deeply entrenched in the local history there: The missing kid snatched up by whoever brutalized his parents and sent the house to asunder. That kid found in a dimir warehouse dazed and confused, soaked in blood, but too in shock to speak. Within the local museum, you can read articles of the "Great Zacek Household" tragedy, and he knows this.
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endless-brainrot · 1 year
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The Life and strange Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe of York, Mariner: Who lived Eight and Twenty Years, all alone in an un-inhabited Island on the coast of America, near the Mouth of the Great River of Oroonoque; Having been cast on Shore by Shipwreck, where-in all the Men perished but himself. With An Account how he was at last as strangely deliver'd by Pyrates. Written by Himself.
well, it seems that the people of our prefecture have been very vocal, detailed, and rather bold regarding their regrets lately, and i thought, "oh, no. oh, no, no." i regretfully understand how bad this is, but while we're on the subject, or maybe we're not on the subject at all. in regards to the regrets, i fundamentally wholeheartedly understand this comprehensible untrodden intent and, concerning the allegations, i strive to be bold as well as detailed, vague, hateful, yet unbelievable poker face. that ends well all's well is. nope. all's well that ends well. that's not quite right, either. as for everyone in the prefecture, i hope that you will warmly respect today, never truly devoting yourself to the cause, and i fundamentally, symbolically, unabashedly want to eat some offal. but while i regret to inform you about your regrets, it cannot be helped to the point that help cannot be helped and therefore, cannot be helped. so i hope that you will all praise so-and-so kamehameha james rodriguez. thank you very much for watching today!
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comparativetarot · 2 years
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The Picky Eater. Art by Nisse Lovendahl, from The Herbal and Spiced Culinary Tarot.
This card is in many ways the mascot of the deck!  It is the first card that Nisse Lovendahl and I collaborated on when I was deciding what I was trying to do with the culinary tarot.  This card challenges you to push your comfort zones and let the chips fall as they may.  
Are you addicted to control and stability? The Picky Eater comes around when you are resistant to the change and adventure that is at their fingertips, trying to stick to the familiar and reliable instead of moving with the flow. The universe wants you to upend your entrenched patterns. Something unexpected and delicious is on the other side of letting go—put down the bowl of buttered noodles and get ready for broader horizons.
The Picky Eater also symbolizes changing fortunes and situations. Although these transformations are often for the better, there is no shame in taking comfort in the little things (or foods) that are habitual. You can love your basic peanut butter sandwich and still know that there is an exotic feast on your menu in the future. Trust the process and expect the unexpected.
Food: Try something exciting that you have always been intimidated by. If you are an omnivore, maybe order that offal dish or add uni if available. If you are vegetarian, find a new way to prepare durian. Take the opportunity to expand beyond your comfort zone.
Herb: An herb that boosts your courage can be a useful addition to your repertoire at this time. Angelica is an herb whose flowers have been used to flavor fish or poultry. Its stems can also easily be thrown into marmalade or stewed rhubarb for extra flavor. Use this herb as a stepping-stone into something more adventurous.
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rickbailey · 19 days
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Adventures in Offal
When I got up this morning, I asked Tizi, “Is there such a thing as a tripe hangover?” She said she didn’t think so.   We went out to dinner with our friends Mirko and Anna from the bookstore last night, to a new place in Rimini called Trattoria San Giovanni (old in Rimini, new to us). Mirko said they’re known for their tagliatelle, which were recently rated #2 by the Confraternita della…
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writer59january13 · 6 months
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Ink roached infestation didst derive within mice elf
Ink roached infestation didst derive within mice elf Minor emendations to following just posted verse oversight to correct dissatisfaction, yours truly I do curse ah... methinks if hands of time can be made to go in reverse a more exemplary version to appease acclaimed unnamed wordsmith cause he feels alarmed
crafting poem worse than ChatGPT artificial intelligence app can write will find him superfluous. Thus writer of these words forever mus lee experiencing
craving to eat cheese,
a milk product eternally preserved within annals, chronicles, epistles, et cetera of human civilization and it's discontents analogous viz ode (old)
as time itself and lustressly buttressed on a Grecian Ode frieze linkedin to Sosibios Vase inductees.
Carp diem bespeaks moment to seize,
whether above memorialized chaste lovers or emblematic, iconic and opportunistic actresses Thelma and Louise the 90's film of female rage an adventure road drama
caper they did stage, but aforementioned seminal wage courtesy Rameses II begat robust lineage synonymous with sturdy anchorage, whereby said prolific breeder endowed legions of sons and daughter to carry on heritage.
Nothing but gridlock traffic (far as thee eye could see) heading east on Schuylkill Expressway (oxymoronic name for quickest route into Greek translation
center city of brotherly love, albeit Philadelphia),
yet this papa promised eldest daughter
then freshly minted University of Pennsylvania graduate
hoping to make amends prior to first born heading of into blue, ...er rather green, asper legal tender beyond without doubt experiencing more financial security than yours truly,
whose penurious crisis tantamount to being self ostracized within luxe MainLine,
where one percent flaunt their wealth
disparage dirt poor
festive folks like this sir meaning husband, his spouse plus attendant two biological kin reinforcing feeling inferior,
among those earning or inheriting fistfulls of moolah,
said offspring also lodged opprobrium citing slovenly housekeeping amidst generations (Zison heirlooms)
housed within residence at 1148 Greentree Lane yielding barely ample space
our family of four analogous
to sardines in a tin packed to the gills,
which pennilessness exacerbated since neither mama
nor papa (me) worked reasons squarely triangulated
linkedin to mental illness
asper myself –
unsung hero of tom tom club
chronic anxiety, panic attacks with concomitant courtesy benefits;
adrenaline maddeningly coursing thru veins
palms sweating profusely, racing heart
irritable bowels syndrome, nausea, vertigo...
physiological symptoms played offal, nasty, malicious
cruel version of
knick knack paddy whack...
with these lovely bones
severely disabled me to function academia, employment, socialization... imperiled satisfactory existence learning, working, commingling
felt like butchered bovine at slaughterhouse five.
Bonhomie within new riders on the purple sage foo fighting
beastie boy here in short air supply,
an evanescent understatement,
now impossible mission to recoup
sabotaged, jackbooted, atrophied....
blissful happy go lucky little boy
blessedly energetic innately
nervousness found
yours truly tensing up, manifesting cringing pose no matter parents lenient,
though father soulfully
bellowed stern rebukes
perhaps interpreting paternal rejection
sole son less gifted prowess with smarts
in short, no weigh,
shape, or form, a polymath
cultivated, habituated, ossified once playful quirky little rascal
set tilled under veritable weathered sedimentary stagnancy for peat sakes psyche got bogged down into impermeable metamorphic igneous hardrock.
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trendydigests · 10 months
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Rocky Mountain Oysters: The Testy Delicacy
If you’re feeling adventurous and want to try a dish that will challenge your palate and your courage, you might want to order some Rocky Mountain oysters. But don’t be fooled by the name: these are not oysters at all, but the testicles of bulls or sheep. Rocky Mountain oysters are a type of offal, which is a culinary term for the internal organs or entrails of butchered animals. Offal includes…
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kyrs-cabin · 11 months
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Do you like to experiment with new food adventures or are you pretty set your likes and dislikes?
I think generally I'd like to try most things once? The only things that really make me uneasy are offal but I'm slowly working up the courage to try more than just kidney in a pie!
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drgreg · 1 year
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Dr Gregory Arthur Hough Endocrinologist
n epic journey of a lifetime! A most inspirung, academic and awesome birding experience! Exceptional organisation throughout a pandemic and visitors were blown away by the expertise. Unique expertise in ecotourism, conservation and education.
Lloyd, we partied in your memory in your Birthday. We have been, as all the time, one of the first evening guests to reach and one of the final to depart. We shared many "cool bananas" stories, laughed and cried at shared escapades. Always with you in our thoughts Dr Greg Hough, so that you had been a half of the party. I am so sorry for every thing...simply know i love you tons...meant to ..... So many years have gone by, some extreme crazy years.
Hats off for Birdlife to handle this feat. Fantastic fowl island that’s desperately wants protection. Next time just may you cock the water with fish oil and offal, simply whereas we aren't in Marion Waters. This was an excellent initiative to handle the mouse downside at Marion Island. I actually loved the feedback from the members.
I find myself excited about you nearly every day, expensive Joel, and each thought beings on a chuckle. It was inevitable that you'd go away such a deep and indelible imprint on my life. I am sure I'm not the only one who feels that method.
She got here along with her family to South Africa from Lithuania. They settled in Riversdale the place Dr Greg Hough she met and married Isaac Lipschitz. 23 Sept 2022 — Happy birthday Stevie, sorely missed and endlessly in .....
Here’s wishing the Marion group and Birdlife SA every success. Birdlife South Africa are completely conservation driven. The epic Flock to Marion an enormous and sumptuous adventure finely tuned by organisers. I support them entire heartedly. Best voyage ever on a passenger ship to the remote Marion and Prince Edward Islands, not many people experience these prestine breeding islands. Sounds loke it was the trip of a lifetime!
The PPE care packages include gowns, masks, visors, sanisters, and different very important objects, with enough gear to final between two and 4 weeks. The nice grandson of Daniel Hotz wishes the family peace and comfor ..... Ma, there's not a day we dont miss you All our love mo, harve, li ..... Thanks for being one of the best dad ever, deeply missed and sadly mourned ..... Dearest Dad, It has been 18 years and never in the future you have not bee ..... Howzit Broer Always consider our nice occasions in Chepstow Road and .....
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To my fantastic Mum who brought joy, love and laughter to everybody ..... To my wonderful Mum who brought joy, love and laughter to everyone she met. Thinking of you,particularly, right now... Miss your blue eyes and heat embrace. You would love your new nice grandbaby, she is past attractive.
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