I am trying SO HARD to make like 10 deviled eggs halves (so 5 full eggs) for my family in honor of the Superbowl today, but it has been ....challenging
I don't boil eggs too often and so the first 6 eggs I did, I was like you know what these eggs have been in the fridge for a bit, I don't want to serve them old eggs. So I boiled them and was like I'll totally just make some egg salad for myself to eat this week.
I went to the store and grabbed another dozen and boiled 6 more (1 extra just in case)
This batch, I didn't boil ENOUGH. The yolk is not fully cooked and I'm like FUCK. I have D&D in like 30 minutes, I'm not going to be able to make it in time.
Currently boiling the last 6 I have...I will provide updates, but EGG GODS PLEASE LET THIS BE GOOD ENOUGH I BEG YOU
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This randomizer run really is messing with me. My nail is pretty strong now, I have almost all grubs, I can double jump, I have level 2 downwards magic, I have beaten Hornet twice now. Menu tells me I have completed 52% now. Pretty good right?
I can't swim.
I can't heal.
I.
Have.
Zero.
Yes zero.
Dreamers.
You know, the only thing you need to actually finish the game.
Wtf game. Where did you hide the most basic things?
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Okay what do I do with the six dozen eggs filling the fridge because the grocery store screwed up and sent five dozen on top of the one dozen I ordered?
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Today's collection: 92 eggs. I usually try to collect and wash them in the evening, but we were out at a friend's house last night and I came home too tired to do so safely, so I ended up washing a double batch tonight.
Why do we wash them? Well, quail, like all birds, have a cloaca. That's a single orifice that is used for urination, defecation, and reproduction. They also don't really have much of a nesting instinct so will lay eggs wherever. Because of these two facts, the eggs commonly have a bit of poo on them that you wouldn't want when you're breaking them open and cooking with them. Eggs you buy at the store have been pre-washed.
Fun fact, eggs have a protective coating called bloom that is removed when washed. An unwashed egg kept at room temperature will last a couple weeks before going bad. They'll last a couple months unwashed and refrigerated! They're still good for about a month washed and refrigerated.
4 dozen have been purchased by someone in town and will be delivered tomorrow morning when I'm running errands. A handful were cracked and will be given to the local racoons and crows and whatnot. The rest will be eaten by us, probably this week.
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Are you afraid of death, little Phantom?
i had this piece in my brain for like a week
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nearly 1000 eggs in and STILL NO SHINY Char.
I do have all sizes except XXXL and XXXS though.
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thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.
In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.
When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.
If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.
There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.
On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.
On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.
If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.
An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.
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