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jadenvargen · 11 months
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posted this on twit but rejected draft for a transgender horror anthology. based on my youth experiences having dinners with bigoted family members while closeted. (deemed too gorey to fit the theme)
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happyinthebelly · 1 year
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Paella for 18-20 in 26” Pan
3 lb boneless chicken thighs with skin  2 bags mussels (approx. 4lb) (rinsed) olive oil 1 bag shrimp (2lb) Chopped garlic 2 pkg chorizo (sliced ¼”) Chopped parsley 6 large plum tomatoes saffron 1 huge Spanish onion smoked paprika 1½ lb green beans (trimmed) kosher salt & pepper 6 cups paella rice (Bomba is best) 3 quarts chicken stock 
lemon garlic aioli: 1½ cups white wine 2 egg yolk ¼ lb butter 1 ts Dijon mustard
4 large red peppers 1-2 TB lemon juice 4 cups frozen peas, defrosted 1+ tsp chopped garlic 3 lemons (cut in wedges) 1½ cups olive oil zest from one lemon salt & parsley to taste
CHICKEN:
Trim any cartilage
Generously sprinkle both sides with kosher salt, pepper, smoked paprika and chopped garlic, drizzle olive oil over chicken – rub marinade into each piece with your hands, refrigerate for 3+ hours
SHRIMP:
Defrost and rinse
Sprinkle with 1 generous pinch of saffron, garlic & olive oil, stir with hands until saffron begins to release, refrigerate for 2+ hours
SOFRITO:
Grate the tomatoes on a box grater into a large bowl, discard skins
Grate the whole onion into the bowl
Stir in about ½ cup chopped garlic, a handful of parsley, plenty of salt & pepper
PEPPERS & GREEN BEANS:
Fire roast peppers, peel and seed, cut into long nice strips
Toss green beans in olive oil, garlic, salt, pepper & lemon zest
MUSSELS:
Heat white wine, butter and chopped garlic in a large pot, steam mussels open
Drain and reserve liquid, throw out any empty shells and set mussels aside
Use this pot make your stock
STOCK:
Toast 3 big pinches of saffron in the dry pot for 1-2 minutes, until you smell it
Add chicken stock, and the reserved liquid from the mussels, bring to simmer, and add a few cups of water to make about 15-16 cups of stock, salt well
Can be done ahead:
Heat ½ cup olive oil in pan
Fry chicken pieces, first skin side down, until crispy and brown
Pour any marinade left from the chicken into the pan
Remove skin, and flip and fry new side until lightly brown
Cut into smaller pieces, set aside (save any juices)
Fry the shrimp next, again adding any marinade to the pan
Remove when just done, and set aside and save juices
Fry green beans next, pretty high heat until brown and toasty, leave them in the pan
Add the sofrito, stirring until all the water is cooked off, and it start to darken (5 minutes or so)
Next, add the chorizo, and cook until the fat start to render (4-5 min)
Taste for salt
1/2 hour before serving:
Heat sofrito to sizzling, add the rice, stir and shake pan to distribute
Cook rice until it’s translucent (keep stirring – about 2 min)
Add all but a few cups of stock, so it covers the rice well, and add any pan juices or drippings from the chicken and shrimp
Drop in the chicken pieces equally around the pan
Shake pan to make rice even – DON’T STIR- EVER – bring to a boil, then reduce to a simmer
Lay red pepper strips in star pattern around paella, and distribute the peas
Keep shaking and moving pan to heat evenly, taste after about 15 minutes, and add more stock if necessary
When the stock is absorbed, lay shrimp and garnish with mussels
Turn up heat a little, and keep moving and shaking, you’ll hear a crackle, do this for 3-4 minutes to create the soccorat
Garnish with lemon wedges, sprinkle with parsley, serve with aioli
Recipe source: Dave’s Fresh Pasta cooking class with Chef Jason
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cleopatrachampagne · 2 years
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not enough ppl talk about the multilingual issue of staring at a basic object as your brain cycles through wtf it’s supposed to be called in the language you’re using like an rpg protagonist scrolling through their inventory mid boss battle.
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muwitch · 7 months
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Miguel🤝Michael
hating being called Mike
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asheanon · 10 months
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Vincent Valentine running a tea shop.
— For @/Carendsyaz1 (on Twitter)
From: Ask Box Writing Prompt Game
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📖 It's Tea Story Time...
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At low volume, a strangely familiar tune can be heard playing from within. Though soft and slightly somber, there was something almost bewitching about its sound. For those who felt themselves inquisitive enough to stop by or simply take a little peek inside, the melody often served to pull them in. And if it wasn't enough to keep them there, then another provocation of the senses surely would.
While the space wasn't necessarily sizeable, it was made good use of. The interior was largely cast in black, embellished with mahogany trim and other forms of furniture and decor. Rows of shelves lined the walls - all of which were lined themselves with boxes and tins containing loose leaf tea blends. In one corner, what could best be described as "Victorian Gothic-esque" tea sets were made available with respective displays. In another, a variety of delectable baked goods could be found. It was sleek, elegant and dark. Pardoning some splashes of color, at least.
A modest collection of carmine roses and other fair forms of flower were scattered about and presented daintily, accenting the shelves and countertops. While these floral arrangements were far from abundant, oddly, their fragrance seemed to prove stronger than their number. It dared to puzzle you. Before your curiosity got the better of you, however, a door behind the counter opened.
A gentleman with long raven hair, partly obscured by a headband of a similar shade, emerged with a tray in hand. Following him, a wave of an even stronger rendition of the botanical scent wafted towards you. With a lean figure complimented by a cobalt dress shirt and black dress pants, it was soon made apparent to you... He was tall, dark and... well... he was a pretty handsome fellow too. Had it not been for the metallic shimmer of his silver tray, golden arm and rather pallid complexion, he threatened to blend right into the walls. What's that? Golden arm? Why, but of course!
Donned upon his left arm was a metal gauntlet bearing a golden sheen - large, clawed and unlike anything you had ever seen an employee in your local area wear. Its peculiarity begot intrigue.
He carefully sat the tray down upon the furthest counter, retrieving a pinch of something red, then another of something violet, dropping them both into a small metal infuser. It was then that he noticed he was no longer alone.
"Welcome." He offered a simple greeting. A moment was spared as an electric kettle was given power before he turned to face you. You were met with dark crimson eyes.
For whatever reason, you felt oddly compelled to purchase a lemon raspberry scone in particular... this same compulsion drove you to remark on the "heavenly aroma" just as well. And, as was made evident, there appeared to be a tea in the making right before your very eyes... so, naturally, one would only speculate what manner of tea it could it be, right? Right! Between the redolence and an innate sense of wonder, understandably, you found yourself pressed enough to ask about it.
Logging your order, the man then offered you a subtle nod and an even subtler smile. One that was easily missed. He retrieved a box from nearby, handing it off to you with the assurance it was a similar blend. It was titled "Rose On The Grey."
Clearly, it contained flowers; rose petals and lavender blossoms deemed safe for consumption, but it also bore black tea layered with hints of vanilla and bergamot. In essence, it was a blend of traditional Earl Grey with mostly floral additions.
"Goes well with cream and sugar." He added.
As you seemed preoccupied enough via examining the tea box's contents, he excused himself a moment more, tending to the now well heated kettle. He placed the infuser into a decorative black teacup, moderately gilded. It was one of two, now.
"Would you like a sample?"
Uh, yes. You would like a sample. In fact, when he inquired whether or not you would like any additives, you insisted that it be prepared the way he would personally prepare it. To your delight, he was willing to oblige.
The lull in time placed between the present and preparing two teacups worth of specialty tea felt to pass by effortlessly. A small, intricate table made for two beckoned you over. You took a seat with your scone and the box of tea that was not quite yours (yet,) but you felt compelled to let it accompany you nonetheless. Additional details within the shop catered to the eye as you waited.
"Here." Eventually, an elegant little cup of piping hot tea was presented to you, complete with the recommended amounts of both cream and sugar. Despite the somewhat impassive fashion in which it was bestowed upon you, you can tell it was made with love. Your intuition told you so.
Lightly blowing at the steam, you boldly went in for a sip - only to be stopped with a small "mm-mm." He had his back turned to you, returning to the counter. Had he heard you? How did he know?
The man insisted that you wait just a minute or two more, lest you burn your tongue. It was as if stories of visiting tea-samplers previous to you told themselves in the way he handled the situation. Fine, you would wait...
... But when you were done waiting, it was all yours. The revered first sip of the dark, mysterious shopkeeper's tea - of which seemed just as dark and mysterious, yet sweet as he.
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colorpalettebyrm · 4 months
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#b76b41 #f8e6c4 #e3ad82 #8fa6b3 #4c1403 #784a38 #016bfb #dd7923 #e79c4f #b03607
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orcelito · 10 months
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So weird to be in the "Sentido active" doc again
Finally following thru with my promise to make a sequel fic for it......
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jesusbutbetterrr · 4 months
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12 for the ask game :3
~Yami
12: if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?
Ideally Mexican Spanish, since the one person who should have taught me didnt. 🙃🙃🙃
But aside from that, Latin.
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princessflaw · 5 months
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fucking hate that 'Spanish' means south American in the US (???). Trying to find a store that sells Spanish (from Spain) products is a pain
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fieriframes · 7 months
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[The seasoning from the -- from the chorizo. That's a lot of flavor. In essence, it's Spanish soul food. Bueno? -Delicious. -Unbelievable.]
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lazitoelgato · 7 months
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MUNE-ATSU🔥
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That's it, that's the post.
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cerealmonster15 · 5 months
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I grew up eating.L bean soup + rice that my dad cooks bc that’s like, a Colombian staple, and I know the general seasonings that go into it and my dad taught us cooking growing up so it’s not like I’d never seen the process
But also his style of cooking isn’t exactly recipe or exact measurements bc he’s been doing it for years , but I swear when I do it I almost never get the seasoning right and I’m never sure what it is i did wrong, like If I was missing something or had too much of something or both or what!!!
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overlyimmersed · 8 months
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So like, get this...
Full disclosure, I'm sleep deprived as hell, and like, starving, so... sorry for the mega informal language and questionable coherence.
So I'm surfing around the 7ds wiki for...cuz reasons, and I got onto Escanor's page and from there I got onto the page of where he's from, the Kingdom of Castellio. And this comment
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And like, if this person is right... oh my god XD
Cuz like... Castile is in Spain, or was I guess.
So Escanor would be Spanish, which I guess explains the poetry? XD but more importantly!! That means that Escanor survived a trip from Spain to Scotland. In a barrel. As a child.
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And even if he actually arrived in southern Britannia, so Spain to England, that's still bonkers XD he's a little kid. In a barrel!
What I'm saying is Escanor is one lucky little bastard XD
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anamariamauricia · 2 years
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read this book (in a fruitless attempt) to better understand the details of the thirty years’ war and the author gets her digs at these people at every chance she gets:
“In the Louvre the King [Louis XIII] lay on his huge bed day after day, but his unhealthy body, which had for the last years never seemed truly alive, was unable to die. The pulse beat obstinately on in the wasted skeleton. Day after day he lay almost motionless, sometimes sinking into troubled sleep, sometimes half-conscious, sometimes speaking, while his wife cried noisily at his bedside.”
“Richelieu, though never popular, had evoked a certain apprehensive admiration. The people did not feel the same about Cardinal Mazarin. The dapper little Sicilian with his petty personal vanities, his childlike ostentation, his delight in craft and cunning, had few impressive qualities. Equally he had not the comprehensive genius of Richelieu; he never understood or managed to control the internal politics of France.”
“Philip IV, having lost both his wife and only son within a few weeks of each other, began, with indecent haste, to seek out a young bride; he was not a very prepossessing husband, old and glum for his forty-odd years, dumbly stupid; as a ruler, a useless idol. He was devoted only to his one remaining child, the scatter-brained little Infanta who was despite the formalities of Madrid and the splendours of Versailles remained through life a foolish, impulsive, perpetually sweet-tempered schoolgirl.”
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kobbers · 2 years
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HORIZON MACHINES ♫♪♫ MONSTER HUNTER 
Bristleback ~ MHGU arena theme
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idkimnotreal · 11 months
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the racism problem in spain reminds me of the racism problem in southern brazil.
much to the ignorance of foreigners, brazil’s south was heavily settled by european immigrants from non-portuguese origins. these include, by numbers, italians, germans, ukrainians, and poles. santa catarina and paraná, two of the three southern states, were seldom settled by portuguese settlers, but rio grande do sul, the southermost state of brazil, was settled by iberian settlers as well as italians and germans (and is also the most segregated state of all 3, which is made evident by the fact it’s the 2nd whitest state but also the state with most adepts of afro-brazilian religions in brazil; the blacks brought from slavery were not integrated).
racism is a taboo topic in southern brazil. nobody wants to admit they are racist, but they will also pause before saying the portuguese word for black (”negro”, which is the questionably polite word, no older white in brazil will say “preto”). since it is taboo and you cannot speak directly about it, you also can’t reflect on it, because if you are socially banned from using certain words then you cannot communicate ideas about something properly. everyone wants to believe they’re a good person and treat black people fairly, but in truth here in the south not much is actually done to make the lives of black gaúchos and other black southerners better. because it’s “not an issue” here.
i think spain is the same, and iberia in general (portugal), due to their reconquista past which made it necessary for them to rely on the idea of a single cohesive people with one culture and one religion and to believe that the moors (muslims) were inferior, that the christians in iberia were inherently better. portugal became the first nation-state in europe in 1386 after the battle of aljubarrota after they defeated the castilian crown in a national effort where the portuguese people themselves drove out the castilian invasor.
so i believe it is a mix of historical patterns and the taboo factor that are behind the racism problem in iberia. british people will often be apologetic about colonialism, but the portuguese are more often than not racist and xenophobic towards brazilians, and this kind of behavior is common and widely accepted in their society. they don’t question it. and it’s strange that in the context of europe, where the southern countries are often targets of racism themselves, end up being the most racist towards non-europeans. just as southern brazilians, who are not even considered white by most of the west (instead latinos or something), are a tad more racist than your average (urban) american or european white, if more ashamed about it, due to the taboo factor and the fact it’s still brazil, and racism/anti-racism also has to be interpreted in a national context even here.
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