Me, asking my husband about literally any food he made that was invariably delicious because he’s a very good cook; “Hon this is awesome what’s the recipe people are curious.”
Him, blinking; “The what now?”
Me; “Recipe?”
Him; “Well, I used lemon, and minced up some garlic, and some pepper, and…”
Me, patiently; “How much of each?”
Him; “I dunno. Enough?”
Me; “You are an inscrutable food sorcerer.”
Hate to break it to you, but in cooking, recipes only suggest which ingredients you use. Not how much of each, just which.
SEE THIS IS BLACK MAGIC TO ME.
I can bake like a motherfucker (my pie crust is better than my GRANDMOTHER’S, by HER OWN ADMISSION) but cooking like this is strange and intimidating magic to me.
This is why I’m a baker and not a cook
In baking, you follow the instructions exactly and you know exactly what you get
It’s scientific
Cooking a meal is like “eye the chicken until it looks done” and I’m like excuse me???
“season to taste” I’M SORRY I DON’T KNOW HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO TASTE
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
This post was good but then it got better
Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.
In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.
But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.
OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES
This has improved since last I reblogged.
I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didn’t really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.
I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she “didn’t have any money. And this protects you from trolls!” I said “Thanks, that’s really sweet – but what about you? Don’t you need protection from trolls?”
At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”
I still have that tinsel tiara. It’s draped over my modem. I figure it’ll protect me from the most trolls that way.
I am not in the habit of reblogging a post and slapping an “it got better” on there BUT I SAY GOTDAMN
Always reblog Fierce Princess, and now Axe Princess.
Now I need a story book about The Adventures Of Fierce Princess And Axe Princess.
Ex-Taekwondo teacher, girls are generally more docile and obedient when teaching skills (kicking, blocking, etc) and learn faster as a result. Takes a while to train out the shyness when sparring, but when you do, oh boy… Fucking hyperaggressive, ‘fuck you and all you stand for’, I wish the boys showed that much enthusiasm.
tl;dr girls, in my case, were really good Taekwondo students.
I need to know if these cats are being sold into the the pet trade or not
Nope! These little kitties are from black jaguar white tiger foundation, a big cat rescue and sanctuary, and the man in the video is Eduardo Serio. He regularly gets orphaned cubs and cubs rescued from the pet trade, when the zoos don’t have enough room. He doesn’t normally socialize with them like this but the margay and jaguar cubs here had already imprinted on humans and can no longer survive in the wild, so he’s been raising them
I had my own fairy godmother this weekend at comic con. So magical.
I slowed the actual transformation down 200% so you can see just how brilliant it is… From the first sign of the ballgown to completely changed takes less than 3 seconds. That is some epic-level crafting.
@justhere4coffee thank you! Wanted it to be as quick a transformation as possible!
IT’S THE “AGED 27 1/3” BIT THAT MAKES ME CRY WITH LAUGHTER
this kills me!
They actually did it, too.
this is the most adorable thing i’ve seen in my life
I guess you can say that 3 year old was “spot on”
this post has nothing to do with my blog but I love this so much and I had to share
I could see it being called Leopard Bread, too. But Giraffe is even better.
Customer service done right.
Okay– so the picture of the bread made me wonder whether the name change stuck, so I Googled “sainsbury’s giraffe bread” and found not only numerous references to “Giraffe (Tiger) Bread” from the Sainsbury’s Web site, but also this followup story on the change from the BBC:
By the time the BBC story was written, however, customer manager Chris King, aged 27 1/3, was no longer employed at Sainsbury’s. Apparently he’d left the company to go study to be a primary-school teacher. Perfect.
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