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clatterbane · 5 months
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Yay, more prophylactic freezer action.
All the dry staples (rice, flour, beans, etc.) from the grocery order earlier are now in frozen quarantine for a few days before they go anywhere near our pantry cupboard. Because I was unfortunately reminded again not long ago that I probably should NOT have slacked off on that, when I found minor evidence of flour moths in my previous bag of cornmeal. 😵
After some careful inspection, it didn't look like any had managed to get much further than that. Everything infestable that was in there got cycled through the freezer to kill off any kind of bugs and/or their eggs anyway, playing it safe. I actually just cleared out the final batch this evening, to make room for the new stuff. Including a fresh bag of the same cornmeal!
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The few items left in those four drawers usually dedicated to dry goods are, like, pickled vegetables and some shirataki noodles in vacuum pouches. Not tempting chow for horrible little moth larvae, and it would be obvious if the pouches had lost seal
Now an amazing amount of pantry stuff has been taking up space to one side of our living room for several weeks altogether--and I am leaving that cabinet empty of everything that might host them for a few more days, until those new groceries are ready to leave quarantine. Just to hopefully make sure there's a lower chance of any eggs or anything lingering in there.
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Our temporary pantry, y'all. That back of the couch bag just got hastily hoiked there a little while ago.
Thankfully no evidence of any worrying bugs anywhere else in the house so far, with the freezer-cycled food just sitting there in the openwith no good way to keep anything out of it. Can't say I will be sorry to finally get everything back where it belongs!
Anyway, I am indeed aware that this might seem like an overly nutty reaction to finding what looked like evidence of moth webs in a bag of cornmeal. And maybe it really is.
But yeah, I do have actual OCD. Plus I lived with both moths and freaking weevils in my mom's food hoard, which she couldn't just get rid of on any of the several different occasions when bugs did get into it. Hitchhiking in on new items from the store.
She would honest to goodness also go ahead and cook pasta that she knew had weevils lurking in the package, and fish them out of the boiling water with a spoon. 🥴 I think I took significant psychic damage from just several years of those damned moths flapping around the whole house, and their awful maggoty-looking web spinning children dangling on threads. I remember walking straight into one hanging from the living room ceiling fan, of all places. And this shit went on for several years straight.
Those little fuckers will get into things that you wouldn't even imagine them possibly being attracted to. You may think a jar or other firmly closed lidded hard container will keep them out, but if it's not completely airtight they will find a way in.
On the plus side, I did develop extensive experience at identifying signs of weevils and moths in your food stores.
Anyway, I really am extra motivated to avoid dealing with pest bugs in my own pantry, now that I am in charge of my own. Brought home weevils a couple of times back in London, but promptly tossed everything that might be infested and preemptively froze the rest.
So yeah, it might be aggravating, but I think I will indeed go back to making sure everything risky that comes in goes through freezer quarantine before it joins the other food. Needing to systematically go through and do that on all the existing shit has eaten up way more spoons than if I had just done it gradually before a new thing went into the cabinet at all. And luckily we also have more freezer space now, to help make quarantine more practical.
Also, it may be pretty ingrained in me to keep plenty of food on hand. To the point that I do set actual stock limits for myself. But, at least this feels like further evidence that I really do not seem to have developed the same outright hoarding urge--to the point that you literally could not bring yourself to throw a buggy bag of cornmeal or rice in the trash. 😬 I can, and will, toss whatever I need to in order to keep things non-disgusting.
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blackquillchillin · 1 year
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I think Simon struggles with a fear of scarcity, specifically with food.
I think he hoards it, he doesn't feel comfortable unless he knows there's more he can fall back on, where it is, what it is, how much there is.
I think there was a rough adjustment to living with Fulbright because of it, but now they just have a large pantry of shelf-stable stuff, which helps him relax.
It doesn't stop him from taking anything offered, bringing home even the smallest leftovers, keeping stuff past its expiry date-not so long that its molded, Bobby makes sure of that, but longer then perhaps he should.
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nightmaretour · 2 years
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Oh my fucking god I'm doing it again aren't I
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un-economics · 7 months
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unknowngenius85 · 2 years
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Early Morning Ramblings
I'm physically and mentally exhausted. I have a horror con I'm going to with my partner at the beginning of next month, I have an audition for Tick Tick Boom in the middle of the month. I am slowly trying to declutter and make my house livable not smell of old dog waste...as well as edit my partners book and deal with depression brought on by several factors.
I didn't win the Will Rogers Literary award for my book, The Wild Rose of Tombstone and I feel like I am just languishing in writing hell cause I feel like I'm a shitty writer and I don't know why I'm bothering to audition for the musical since there are ten other girls auditioning for the role and one of them might get picked but I probably won't and I'm thinking what is even the point? I'm probably not going to get the role anyway.
Then there is the fact that I am missing my Grandma super bad and am realizing that she was pretty much the only one who really understood me and loved me for who I was. I'm pretty sure I was closer to her then I ever was to my Mom even though she died when I was s few months from being ten.
I also realize I have a very unhealthy relationship with food and I'm pretty sure my brother does too because my mom limited our food during the summer when we were bored growing up to the point where she locked up the fucking fridge till she got home so we wouldn't snack and she limited our food at school too by not giving us any money. I ended up sneaking food in my room and stole some of my Dad's money from time to time so I could fucking eat at school. A couple of dollars in quarters mostly...if she hadn't restricted us so much I probably wouldn't have felt the need to do that. She didn't want us to get fat. We did anyway but if she hadn't restricted us so much maybe we wouldn't have felt the need to stuff our faces whenever we got the chance to do so. We would have had an entirely different outlook on food.
I have therapy tomorrow and we only have an hour so I don't know how I'm going to talk about all of this in an hour. I have so many issues. I am wondering how the hell I am not a total asshole.
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wilwarin-wilwa · 4 months
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i think bilbo would be able to fix feanor
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lemuriz · 4 months
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Food pixel hoard
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canisalbus · 7 months
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Hold on- would... would Machete and Vasco be that dynamic of where- one would have so many hair products. so so many. a whole shelf full. and the other just has that fucking 9 in 1 shampoo bottle..... help-
(other than this stupid little blurb of words, I seriously enjoy your works, every single little aspect and line and everything defines it so much. it's so pleasing to the eye and so recognizable, and even just your little sketches and it always is such a treat to see your art <3 all my friends love Canis Albus art)
The most obvious answer would be Machete has the army of hair products and Vasco has the single multipurpose bottle, but in reality I think 1. Vasco also likes to look and smell his best, and 2. Machete's fur does The Thing naturally so he wouldn't need that many.
(Thank you! ;_; That's so nice to hear)
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koukaaa-descent · 2 months
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could I request a nutcracker trying to cook? (or other entities if you like)
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it does not enjoy being reduced to a cook. but who in the world could deny the little guys
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chubunited · 1 year
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A THIEF!! A very very round thief, at that!
My half of a trade with @pastelgeneticist !
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piccolorifugio · 7 months
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Dragon Hoards by IguanaMouth
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little-cereal-draws · 6 months
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Sad Ballister and food headcanons
He would be coming from an environment where he wouldn't be sure when his next meal will be or where it would be coming from. It could be something he pulled out of a dumpster, it could be something he stole from a food cart, it could be a handout from a passerby. He has no way to ensure its quality or its quantity. He would need to make it last as long as it can so that he's full for as long as possible.
When he gets to the Institute, there's a dining hall and three full meals a day. It's absolutely insane. It's literally handed to them on a silver platter. There's no uncertainty, no violent competing for limited resources; there's more than enough for everyone. And even though he might logically understand that, underneath there's the anxiety that somehow it might run out and he would be hungry again.
So, he takes rolls, apples, and anything else that will fit in his pockets back to his room. And he hides them. He's pretty sure he's not allowed to do this, but he's so scared of being hungry that he can't stop. Occasionally he'll have some when he wakes up in the middle of the night but for the most part, he's not hungry anymore. Or if he is hungry, it's not gut-twisting hunger pains so he can't justify eating his stash; he needs to save it for when he's desperate.
But that never comes. Eventually, he begins to trust in the Institution's resources and that there will always be enough to feed everyone. The food under his bed is rotten and covered in mold when he finally pulls it out again. He throws it out, disgusted that he ever thought he could eat that at some point.
Jump forward several years, he's no longer at the Institute. He's on the run, labeled a "queen killer," "a villain," "a monster." His arm is gone, his home is gone, the people he thought he could trust are gone, his safety is gone. He's living in a run-down forgotten mechanic shop on the edge of the Kingdom. It's filled with drafts that let the cold in, rats that scuttle around the floor, and more safety violations than he can count. And he's hungry. He can't go to the store, he can't go to a restaurant, he can't order anything. He's a criminal now. So, he's back to where he started, stealing and dumpster diving. He finds half a sandwich that doesn't look that bad and starts scarfing it down. With a few bites left, he realizes he should save it; his hand may be shaking and his vision blurring now but he'll need it more later. It goes in his cloak.
Jump forward again, the wall and the Director are gone. But so is Nimona. He's reworking things with Ambrosius, figuring out where they stand now. He's been staying in a guest room in the Goldenloin's sprawling mansion; it wasn't his first choice but he didn't have anywhere else to go. There's a long banquet table they use for meals and Ballister slips food into his pocket with every course. He doesn't know how long he'll be staying; he might need it later if he leaves. Ambrosius notices out of the corner of his eye and frowns. Giving him time to pull away, he slowly puts his hand on Ballister's wrist. Their eyes meet but Ambrosius doesn't say anything, he just looks at him with a sad expression. Ballister doesn't need him to say anything though, he gets it. He's not on the run anymore. He doesn't have to worry about basic survival. He's cared for here. He's safe.
He puts the piece of bread he tucked away back on the table and intertwines his fingers with his lover's.
(Also I think that for the first few months after he came to the Institue he would fight the other kids over his food. Someone asks for a piece of his potatoes? He slams their head into the table. Someone reaches across his plate to grab smth else but it looks like it could be his food? He twists their arm behind their back. Todd jokingly tried to take his whole plate once so Bal bashed him over the head w it. It was a combination of him getting in trouble, him becoming more trusting in the Institute, and the other kids learning to leave him alone during meal time that finally stopped it. If you're out on the street and someone tries to take your only food, you fight them like hell for it bc it very well could be the difference between life and death for you. The Director never understood that no matter how many times Bal tried to explain to her why he attacked the other kids.)
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weezord-leezords · 2 years
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Her beard contains multitudes—
—of leafs.
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discordantwritings · 1 month
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Random Scenario 6😄
Crocodile: We need to surprise her for her birthday.
Buggy: *Excited* Oh oh I know what we could do!!
Mihawk: We are not giving her that ridiculous costume you bought for her.
Buggy: *Pouting* Aw come on! She would look so cute and sexy!
Mihawk: Do you have any other ideas?
Buggy: A big flashy party!!
Crocodile: No.
Buggy: Why nooot!?
Crocodile: Because the last party we went to you got way too drunk, took our precious assistant outside and fell in the ocean while trying to fuck her! She had to save you! Not to mention the awful fright you gave her.
Buggy:.....Okay good point.
Mihawk: I think she would prefer a candlelit dinner, we'll have chefs make her favourite meals and spoil her with our gifts.
Buggy: Ooh and buy her the biggest bouquet of flowers!
Mihawk: *Nodding* I'll have her favourite wine, it will be perfect.
Crocodile: *Huffs* That is too basic, we should take her out somewhere. There's a new place not far from here, very luxurious, I believe it's called The Laguna.
Buggy: Oh no.
Crocodile: What?
Mihawk: We took her there one day when you weren't here
Crocodile: What happened?
Mihawk: They had a huge lobster tank on display, she was horrified and stole a bunch of them to free them.
Crocodile: *Shocked* How did she steal lobsters!?
Mihawk: *Pointing at Buggy* He helped her.
Crocodile: Why would you do that?!
Buggy: Hey don't get mad at me! Plus it was worth it, she gave me the best blowjob of my life after that.
Reader becoming a pirate criminal solely on the basis of freeing animals is everything to me. Reader is not above being just as much of a menace as the others are and all of them can be soooo manipulated. Mihawk probably sees through it the best but I bet is still weak to puppy dog eyes occasionally. Buggy folds instantly always. Crocodile? It’s a flip if he shoots you down immediately or is eager to give you the world.
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bbreaddog · 1 year
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teamsieben · 10 months
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i feel like dave, while crushing on john, would cut peanuts entirely out of his diet 'just in case' and refuse to elaborate what the 'case' is
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