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madeinoklahomaproducts · 3 months ago

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Shop Local Oklahoma Products: Support Small Businesses & Find Unique Goods

Shopping local is more than just a trend—it’s a way to support small businesses, boost the local economy, and discover unique, high-quality products. Whether you're looking for fresh produce, handcrafted goods, or artisanal foods, shop local Oklahoma products to experience the best that the Sooner State has to offer.

Why Shop Local in Oklahoma?

Support Local Economy – Purchasing from local businesses helps keep money within the community and supports job growth.

High-Quality Products – Many local products are handmade or crafted with care, offering superior quality compared to mass-produced alternatives.

Sustainability – Shopping local reduces carbon footprints by minimizing the need for long-distance shipping.

Unique & Authentic – Discover one-of-a-kind items that showcase Oklahoma’s culture and heritage.

Top Local Oklahoma Products to Buy

When you shop local Oklahoma products, you’ll find a variety of items that highlight the state’s rich traditions, agricultural roots, and artistic talent.

1. Locally Made Food & Beverages

Bedré Fine Chocolate – Delicious, premium chocolates made in Oklahoma.

Oklahoma Gourmet Popcorn – Sweet and savory flavors crafted by local businesses.

Bar-S Smoked Meats – A go-to for high-quality, locally produced meats.

Eischen’s Fried Chicken Mix – Bring a taste of Oklahoma’s most famous fried chicken home.

Roark Acres Honey – 100% pure, locally harvested honey perfect for tea, baking, and more.

Scissortail Farms Jams & Jellies – Small-batch spreads featuring Oklahoma-grown fruits.

Topeca Coffee Roasters – Enjoy locally roasted coffee beans with rich flavors.

Prairie Wolf Spirits – Handcrafted whiskey, vodka, and gin made in Oklahoma.

2. Handmade & Artisanal Goods

Native American Jewelry – Beautiful, handcrafted pieces inspired by Oklahoma’s indigenous heritage.

Oklahoma-Themed Apparel & Accessories – T-shirts, hats, and souvenirs showcasing state pride.

Scented Candles & Soaps – Locally made, using natural ingredients and Oklahoma-inspired scents.

Pottery & Ceramics – Handmade by talented Oklahoma artists and perfect for home decor.

Woodwork & Leather Goods – High-quality, durable craftsmanship from local artisans.

Where to Shop Local Oklahoma Products

Finding local products is easy when you know where to look! Whether you prefer shopping in person or online, there are plenty of places to support Oklahoma businesses.

1. Farmers’ Markets

Farmers’ markets across the state offer fresh produce, handmade crafts, and delicious locally made treats. Some top locations include:

Oklahoma City Farmers’ Market

Tulsa Farmers’ Market

Norman Farm Market

2. Local Boutiques & Specialty Stores

Many locally owned shops curate collections of Oklahoma-made goods, including home decor, clothing, and specialty foods. Look for stores like:

Plenty Mercantile (Oklahoma City)

Blue Seven (OKC)

Made in Oklahoma (statewide retailers)

3. Online Marketplaces

If you can’t shop in person, many local businesses offer online stores. Check out:

Etsy shops featuring Oklahoma artisans

Local business websites

Farmers’ market co-ops with delivery options

How to Support Local Businesses Beyond Shopping

If you want to make an even greater impact, here are a few ways to support small businesses beyond just purchasing their products:

Leave Positive Reviews – A great review helps local businesses gain more customers.

Share on Social Media – Promote your favorite Oklahoma products by posting online.

Attend Local Events – Festivals, craft fairs, and pop-up markets are great places to meet vendors and shop local.

Gift Local – Instead of buying mass-produced items, choose local gifts for birthdays, holidays, and corporate occasions.

Final Thoughts

When you shop local Oklahoma products, you’re not just making a purchase—you’re investing in your community, supporting artisans, and enjoying high-quality goods. Whether you're looking for food, crafts, or specialty items, Oklahoma has a wealth of amazing products to offer. Next time you shop, think local and discover the best of the Sooner State!

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crumbsandcraving · 7 months ago

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A Local Gem vs a Chain Giant

If you're looking for a true taste of local flavor and craftsmanship, Bonny's Bread is the place to go—hands down. From the moment you step inside this charming little bakery, you're welcomed by the warmth of freshly baked bread and the inviting aroma of high-quality coffee brewing in the background. It's a refreshing break from the fast-paced atmosphere of big-chain coffee shops, like Dunkin' Donuts, and here's why Bonny's Bread stands out.

Bonny's Bread takes pride in the quality and authenticity of its baked goods. Everything from their breads to their pastries is baked fresh daily in small batches. You can taste the difference as soon as you bite into their signature loaves—each one boasts a perfectly crisp crust and a soft, chewy interior. This is far from the mass-produced, pre-packaged bread you might find at larger chains. Whether it's a rustic sourdough or a soft brioche, every loaf at Bonny's has that personal touch you can’t get anywhere else.

And it’s not just about the bread. Bonny's offers a wide variety of pastries, each one more irresistible than the last. From buttery, flaky croissants to rich, indulgent danishes, their selection is a dream come true for anyone who appreciates high-quality, hand-crafted pastries.

Another standout at Bonny's Bread is their local coffee selection. The bakery proudly serves Little Wolf Coffee from Ipswich, MA—a world of difference from what you’d get at Dunkin'. The local roasters bring out the rich, complex flavors of the beans, making each cup an experience in itself. Whether you’re in the mood for a smooth drip coffee or a velvety latte, the coffee at Bonny's is fresher, more flavorful, and the perfect complement to their breads and pastries.

Now, let’s talk about Bonny's breakfast sandwiches—where they really shine. While Dunkin’ offers quick, pre-made sandwiches, Bonny's Bread elevates the breakfast sandwich to a whole new level. Using their own freshly baked bread—whether it’s a warm, toasted English muffin or a flaky, buttery croissant—each sandwich is made to order. Add fried eggs, crispy bacon or sausage, and melted cheese, and you've got a gourmet breakfast sandwich that Dunkin' just can't match. Every sandwich is crafted with fresh, local ingredients, so you can taste the difference in every bite—from the perfectly fried eggs to the tender, savory meats.

What sets Bonny's apart, though, is the experience. It's cozy, and intimate, and every visit feels like a special occasion. There's no rush to grab your order and go—you’ll want to linger, enjoy the local ambiance, and savor every bite. This is a far cry from Dunkin', where speed and convenience are the focus, not the experience.

Bonny's Bread is a true testament to what a small, local bakery can offer that a chain like Dunkin' just can’t replicate. The quality of their products—from the daily-baked breads to the locally sourced coffee—stands out in a world of mass-produced convenience. When it comes to breakfast sandwiches, pastries, and an overall experience, Bonny's Bread is in a league of its own.

Bonny's Bread is open every day from 8:00 AM to 2:00 PM (closed on Mondays), so whether you're grabbing a quick breakfast or lingering over a cup of coffee, you'll always be welcomed with fresh, flavorful offerings.

If you're tired of the same old options from Dunkin’ and want to support a local gem that delivers both heart and flavor, Bonny's Bread is the place to go. You won’t regret it.

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sohannabarberaesque · 10 months ago

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Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

And what interesting company hath we!

Think about it: Yours truly. Huckleberry Hound. Hair, Square and Bubi (as in the Hair Bear Bunch). Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee, also of the ursine persuasion. And on this particular morning, somewhere near the Grandstand, munching on some tri-taters:

"I bet you were going to be stunned at my presence!"

Which was how Lippy the Lion, more or less a Tora-san-model vagabond, took note of our presence, yet for some reason we probably didn't pay attention.

"And I presume," Lippy added, "it was going to be heavy on the corn dogs and all that!"

Which had Huckleberry Hound noting that, while the plans called for some corn dogs every day of our presence, we would have plans for other examples of fair cuisine, prompting Hardy Har Har, Lippy's rather myopic hyaena, to ask "where exactly does it state that we need to have corn dogs all the time while at the fair?"

"Just be thankful, friends," Lippy added, "that Starbucks doesn't have a fair presence as opposed to--perhaps it was best to follow me for once and show you something more deserving in the coffee arena!" And follow we did, to the French Meadow Bakery even, for some fruit-filled scones and coffee. From a local roaster, even, not to mention the scones being topped with creme fraiche, as if freshly-frozen strawberries or peaches wasn't interesting enough, let alone Sweet Martha's Chocolate Chip Cookies having one of their queue-generating stands across the way. But that's likely for another time....

For their part, though, Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee, being a bit on the Southern side themselves, preferred the peach filling, though Jenny Lee "herself," being the young and excitable sort, admitted that a fruit-filled scone was rather new to her and Emmy Lou, prompting Huckleberry Hound to note that discovering new stuff is a rather fascinating part of the fair experience.

"Hopefully," Emmy Lou noted, "I can come across a worthwhile scone recipe somewhere."

"Maybe not at the fair," I remarked, "but I hope you come across one and give the same a serious trial."

The Hair Bear crew, for their part, found the coffee rather palatable after managing to wolf down their scones (choosing strawberry filling throughout); Bubi, ever the whippersnapper of the ursine madcaps, admitted to using honey to sweeten his coffee ("It just makes the coffee taste the clyde a little delectable").

Yet when all is said and done, how exactly can you manage to discuss the Minnesota State Fair without overemphasising corn dogs or other "on-the-stick" cuisine, let alone neglecting worthwhile areas of exhibition?

@hanna-barberians @aquablock68 @stuffaboutminnesota @groovybribri @thebigdingle @hanna-barbera-show-blog @archive-archives @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan @iheartgod175 @themineralyoucrave @xdiver71 @funtasticworld @multi-fandom-girl-451 @thylordshipofbutts @passionateclown @hanna-barbera-land

#hanna barbera #fanfic #fanfiction #postcards from snagglepuss #minnesota state fair #huckleberry hound #hair bear bunch #emmy lou and jenny lee #lippy the lion and hardy har har #more than corndogs #coffee #scones #fruit filled #fairtrade certified #hannabarberaforever

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 3 years ago

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Beacon Lighthouse Coffee & Roasters

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40550307

by Wreck

“Well what do you think he does?” Erica asks for the umtheenth time, leaning over Stiles’ shoulder to get a better view of The Guy.

The Guy has been coming into Beacon Lighthouse Coffee & Roasters nearly every day for two months, always ordering the same latte before migrating to an open table and busying himself with his laptop.

Words: 1176, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Cora Hale

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40550307

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

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richexclusive · 3 years ago

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In addition to the quality of the coffee itself, the method of brewing has a lot of influence on the end result. We have a Sage Barista Express ourselves and this machine presses the water through the coffee under a high, constant pressure, so that the aromas come out nicely from our Shonora Excellent Specialty coffeebeans. . The roaster we work with has chosen a roasting profile so that our @shonoracoffee Excellent Specialty beans can be brewed well with a barista and with a fully automatic machine such as the well-known Jura machines and De Longhi machines, etc. . The grinding degrees of our Sage is 10 and the grind- time is about 10% for a single cup. . We offer everyone who opts for quality the opportunity to buy easily and quickly, coffee of the highest quality. That's why we are now also available at @albertheijn de Wolf Rotterdam in addition to our webshop. We are shipping worldwide 🌎 . . #albertheijn #ah #specialtycoffee #excellentcoffee #ethiopiancoffee #coffee #biologisch #biological #quality #luxury #exclusive #exclusivelifestyle #hillegersberg #rotterdam #jetset #luxe #kwaliteit #kopiluwak #luwakcoffee #ahold #coffeelover #coffeetime #coffeegram #koffiemomentje #koffietijd #koffierotterdam #wtcrotterdam #excellent #specialty #biologischekoffie (bij Albert Heijn de Wolf Rotterdam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbbNwcuqyLI/?utm_medium=tumblr

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thebrewstorian · 4 years ago

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Collection Report: McMenamins Brewery Collection, 1983-2015

Oh my gosh, this collection has been in my backlog for YEARS! It has been so long that when my daughter helped with the inventory on the brew sheets she was 11 years-old and couldn't check herself out of summer camp [now she can drive and has taken the SAT], but she could talk with John Richen (brewing manager at the time) about her favorite beer names and things she'd noticed about ingredients.

Go straight to the guide: http://bit.ly/mss_mcmenamins

Learn more about the Oregon brewing industry in my Oregon Encyclopedia article

The McMenamins Brewery Collection is, truly, a gem. We scanned thousands of brew sheets, which is a part of the magic, but I'm also delighted by all the fun ephemera, including a full run of their coasters. I'll also add that the company biography included in this guide is really a love letter to the company, and I thank Fred Eckhardt, John Foyston, and all the other journalists over the past 30 years for recording all the fun quirks about this company.

SUMMARY McMenamins is a family-owned chain of brewpubs, breweries, historic hotels, and theater pubs in the Pacific Northwest.

The McMenamins Brewery Collection includes digitized brew sheets, digital images, brochures, coasters, decals, event programs, flyers, newspaper clippings, tap handles, posters, labels, a wooden cask, and a six-pack of Hammerhead beer.

COMPANY BIO

McMenamins is a family-owned chain of brewpubs, breweries, historic hotels, and theater pubs in the Pacific Northwest. It was founded by brothers Mike and Brian McMenamin, who grew up in Northeast Portland. In 2021, they operated 56 properties, with twelve hotels; dozens of breweries, pubs, and restaurants; movie theaters; spas; music venues; and a coffee roaster, winery, cidery and distillery. Many locations are rehabilitated historical buildings and at least nine are on the National Register of Historic Places. McMenamins only sells its beer in its own pubs, restaurants, hotels, and movie theaters.

Early businesses

Mike and Brian McMenamin both graduated from Oregon State University, Mike with a Political Science degree (1974) and Brian with a Business degree (1980). Mike and two college friends purchased the Produce Row Café, a bar known for all-night, high-stakes poker games, in Portland's warehouse district in 1974 and sold more than 100 types of beer. The building was built in 1951 and opened as a breakfast café for produce dockworkers in 1953; in later years, it was a barbershop. Mike and Brian bought Bogart's Joint, another Portland-area pub on 14th and Flanders. At various points in history, many beer-related activities occurred in this building: Kurt and Rob Widmer brewed in this location, and it was later space occupied by Portland Brewing and Rogue Ales Public House. By 1980, they'd sold Produce Row, Bogart's Joint, and a third tavern, the Stockyard Café.

Mike opened a wine distributorship and Brian opened the McMenamins Pub in Hillsboro. By 1983, Mike’s distributorship had failed, and the brothers decided to try the bar business again. Rather than the smoky, male-dominated taverns common in Portland, they were inspired by the community hubs they’d seen in Europe. They bought the Fat Little Rooster tavern on Southeast Hawthorne and renamed it the Barley Mill Pub; in addition to a varied beer selection, the pub was known for Grateful Dead memorabilia and anniversary parties. The namesake “barley mill,” which can still be found onsite, was used by Chuck Coury at Cartwright Brewing Co., Portland’s first post-Prohibition brewery. It was originally a kitty litter grinder but is now used annually to grind the grain for anniversary ales.

One major event that impacted the trajectory of the beer industry in Oregon in the 1980s was legislation that married production and sales. Fred Bowman and Art Larrance (Portland Brewing), Dick and Nancy Ponzis (BridgePort Brewing) and their brewer Karl Ockert, Kurt and Rob Widmer (Widmer Brothers Brewing), and the McMenamins lobbied to legalize on-site sales. On July 13, 1985, Governor Vic Atiyeh signed Senate Bill 813, the “Brewpub Bill,” into law. It allowed brewers to make and sell beer on the same premises, key for increasing revenue and gaining new customers.

First brewpubs

The McMenamins took advantage of the new law, and by the early 1990s had opened several brewpubs, each with its own small brewing system attached. They opened the Hillsdale Brewery and Public House October 31, 1985 in the Southwest Portland neighborhood of Hillsdale. Not only was it their first brewery, it was also the first brewpub in Oregon since Prohibition. Known as “Captain Neon's Fermentation Chamber,” a nod to Mike McMenamin’s nickname, the first several batches of beer were brewed with old Tillamook dairy equipment. On October 25, 1985, Hillsdale's first brewer Ron Wolf, who had previously worked at Anchor Steam, brewed the first beer in a small copper kettle and called it "Hillsdale Ale.” It fell loosely into the “Special Bitter” classification of beer styles and was a malt extract brew. Hillsdale Ale was brewed 29 times at the Hillsdale location and 14 times at Cornelius Pass Roadhouse between 10/25/1985 and 11/28/1986. In the first year, several brewers moved through the facility and made Hillsdale Ale, including Ron Wolf (who only brewed 13 batches before leaving), Conrad Santos (who replaced Wolf as brew master), Mike McMenamin, Brian McMenamin, John Harris, Scott Barrow, and Alex Farnham (the company’s first female brewer).

In 1986, they purchased a 125-year-old farmhouse in Hillsboro, Oregon, and turned it into the Cornelius Pass Roadhouse. Later that same year, they opened the Lighthouse Brewpub in Lincoln City. The Fulton Pub and Brewery opened in Portland in June 1988 and the Highland Pub and Brewery opened in Gresham in July 1988.

Eventually, 27 breweries would operate under the McMenamins umbrella and they became a training ground for new brewers, many of whom have gone on to found breweries of their own. Alumni include John Harris (Hillsdale, Cornelius Pass Roadhouse), Jack Harris (Cornelius Pass Roadhouse, Lighthouse Brewery), Jason McAdam (Edgefield, Hillsdale, Crystal Ballroom), Alex McGaw (Fulton, Crystal Ballroom), Ben Nehrling and Kevin Lee (Edgefield, Highland, Kennedy School), and Mark Goodwin (Old Church, Crystal Ballroom).

In addition to serving beer at their brewpubs, the company also hosted festivals, concerts, and other public programming events at their properties, including Dad Watson’s Brew Fest, Edgefield Brew Fest, Highland Pub and Brewery Eurofest, Hillsdale Brew Fest, Lighthouse Brew Fest, Mid-Valley Brew Fest, and the Thompson Barley Cup.

Beer and Other Beverages

The McMenamins’ beers could be unsettling to brewing traditionalists; they used ingredients like apples, spices, and candy bars, as well as lesser used malts like Chocolate and Crystal. They introduced fruit beers to Oregon and early batches featured blackberries from the Hillsdale brewpub parking lot. Hand in hand with their experimentation, McMenamins developed three core beers that are brewed at all their breweries. Terminator Stout (1985) is a dark, English-style brew; Ruby (1986) is a light, raspberry-flavored beer; and Hammer Head (1986) is a classic Northwest Pale Ale. Ruby and Hammerhead are iconic company characters as well; artist Lyle Hehn created Ruby Witch and Hammerhead, and both are staples of murals, posters, and coasters.

Terminator Stout made its debut in 1985 at the Hillsdale Brewery & Public House as the 12th beer brewed. Old Hammerhead, as the strong ale was first called, was brewed January 25, 1986 and was the 37th brew and made with malt extract. John Harris, who later created Mirror Pond for Deschutes Brewery, was the first to make Hammerhead an “all-grain” beer. Harris was hired in 1987, and when they transitioned away from extract brewing, he decided to rewrite the Hammerhead recipe; besides changed the grain, he also added more hops. Ruby, originally called “Ruby Tuesday” before the food chain objected, was first brewed in 1986 and used 42 pounds of pureed Oregon raspberries.

The company made more than beer. They planted 3 acres of Pinot Gris fruit in 1990 and looked to regional vineyards for additional grapes; McMenamins Edgefield Winery was established in 1992 and began by making Rhone-style wines, including grenache and viognier. The Edgefield Winery produces 20 different white, rosé, dessert, and sparkling wines and supplies 350 tons of wine to McMenamins pubs. Also in 1992, and predating the boom by more than 20 years, McMenamins started making cider at the winery and in 2018 sold as much cider by volume as wine.

In 1995, they began experiments with distillation and made brandy under contract by Carneros Alembic, a California distillery owned by Remy-Martin. In 1997, they built their first distillery in an old root vegetable storage barn on the Edgefield property. Their most popular whiskey is Hogshead, but they make several others, including Money Puzzle, which is dry hopped with Teamaker hops (which has 0 IBUs) and is sweetened with blackberry honey harvest from hives on their property.

Historic preservation

The brothers’ love of historic structures directed business growth and community involvement, and preserving important historical buildings is integral to their business. When the McMenamins started, they couldn’t afford new construction, so they purchased old buildings, which came with stories. They employ a small staff of historians to research and document the history, and those are in turn incorporated into each property’s art, murals, menus, place names, and architectural details.

In 1987, the company opened its first theater, the Mission Theater Pub, in downtown Portland. The converted 1890s Swedish Tabernacle, a church-turned-union hall, was also the state's first theater pub. In 1991, McMenamins turned a 1927 art deco theater that was slated for demolition into a second pub and movie house. These businesses were significant and ushered in a new way to watch movies with beer and food.

In 1987, the brothers purchased Edgefield, which was built in 1911 and listed on the National Register of Historic Places. They paid $560,000 and invested another $2.5 million to transform the farm's 80-year-old buildings into a multi-utility complex. Edgefield was once the Multnomah County Poor Farm, a self-sufficient facility with a meatpacking plant, power station, large rooming house, and infirmary. When the remodeled Edgefield Manor opened in 1991, the meatpacking plant was a brewery, power station a pub with a movie theater, infirmary a winery, and rooming house a 100-room hotel. There was also a meeting space, catering operation, restaurant called the Black Rabbit, herb and flower gardens, four liquor and cigar bars, distillery, golf course, and amphitheater. One of the more outstanding features of Edgefield, and something that would become the McMenamins' signature, was the extensive art installations created by local artists. Art popped up in surprising places throughout the complex (on ceilings, exposed heating pipes, eaves, fuse boxes) and showed local subjects (former residents, Northwest Indians, 19th-century brewers, the Columbia River Gorge). Within a few years, the company had a set of 12 freelance artists ready to work on new property acquisitions. Edgefield brewery is still the company's largest property.

In 1997, they purchased the Crystal Ballroom in Portland, which had been vacant for 30 years, and ﬁlled it with murals depicting the building's history, a brewpub, and a bar. The building was famous for its swaying dance ﬂoor, which sat on ball bearings. The Crystal Hotel was built in 1911 and became a dance hall and concert facility that hosted national music acts. Around the same time, they partnered with the Portland Development Commission and invested $4.5 million to remodel the Kennedy Elementary School. What was once a boarded-up building was transformed into a 35-room multi-use hotel with an onsite brewery, restaurant and four bars, a movie theater, a jazz hall, cigar bar, and soaking pool.

In 1999, the McMenamins opened McMenamins Hotel Oregon in downtown McMinnville, Oregon. The building was listed in the National Register of Historic Places and had been a hotel since its ﬁrst two stories were erected in 1905; five years later, two more ﬂoors were added. In 1932, the hotel was renamed Hotel Oregon. In addition to renovating guest rooms, the McMenamins renovation added two bars and an art gallery with old photographs and new paintings that showed the history of the hotel and McMinnville.

Many property renovations followed. In 2000, they opened the Grand Lodge in Forest Grove, Oregon, which was formerly a Masonic home built in 1922. In 2001, they opened the 27 room Olympic Club Hotel and Theater, which was an expansion of the McMenamins Olympic Club Pub in downtown Centralia, Washington. The original Oxford Hotel was built in 1908 and Olympic Club was built in 1913. In 2003, they reopened the Rock Creek Tavern in Hillsboro, Oregon, which they had purchased in 1995 when the original tavern burned down. In 2016, the Anderson School in Bothell, Washington opened. The original Anderson School was built in 1931 and opened in 1936. In April of 2018, McMenamins opened their latest project, the Kalama Harbor Lodge in Kalama, Washington. Other properties include the White Eagle Saloon & Hotel in Portland, which was built in 1905; Boon’s Treasury in Salem, built in the 1860s; and Old St. Francis School in Bend, which opened in 1936.

ARCHIVAL COLLECTION INFORMATION The brew sheets and some event materials were provided to the Special Collections & Archives Research Center in 2015 and 2016 for digitization. The original items have been retained by McMenamins.

In addition to the brewery activity and the various beers released by McMenamins, this collection also contains information on events organized by the company, such as homebrew competitions and festivals. The cask held in the collection was used at the Oak Hills Pub and is decorated with a pen drawing created by brewer Chris Haslett. The photographs show art installation, artists, and property renovation.

The brew sheets and some event materials were provided to the Special Collections & Archives Research Center in 2015 and 2016 for digitization. The original items were retained by McMenamins.

Physical and electronic records are available for use in the Special Collections and Archives Research Center reading room.

#oregon beer #beer history #mcmenamins

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sunflower-swan · 5 years ago

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Wolfstar Chapter 15

A/N: Here’s what you need to know: I created this story for Writer’s Month 2020. Every day is a new prompt, and therefore a new chapter. This is an AU Wolfstar where Remus is a tattoo artist next door to Sirius who manages a flower shop. James and Lily are alive in this universe and own a coffee shop across the street. And to make parts of the story work with the prompts, Remus is about 10 years older than Sirius. It also takes place more or less in present time, minus Covid-19.

This is chapter 15 of a multi-chapter work. If you’d like to start from the beginning, here is chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just like to play with them.

Day 15 Prompt: Coffee Shop AU

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1448

Tags: humor, fluff, angst, smoking, cigarettes

Chapter 15

Remus

Otis Redding, “Cigarettes and Coffee”

But it seemed so natural, darling

That you and I are here

Just talking over cigarettes and drinking coffee, ooh now

Remus awoke on a hard concrete floor. His bones protested as he moved to a seated position. He leaned his back against the bars of the cage and let out an exhausted breath from the effort. Still seated, he Accio’d his wand, and began the arduous task of post-transformation clean-up. Once his skin was delicately pieced back together, he stood and turned around. It was only then he noticed Sirius lying on the ground outside the cage.

He stayed?

With a groan, he swung open the door of his cell.

“Sirius.” He nudged the man on the ground with his toe. “Sirius,” Remus repeated with a shake to his shoulder.

Finally Sirius began to stir. He let out an uncomfortable groan that only comes from sleeping on hard concrete. Unfortunately, Remus knew the sound well. One time he thought a mattress in the cell was a good idea. He had woken up to a destroyed mattress.

Sirius rubbed his hand over his face, then peered up at Remus standing over him. “Morning,” he croaked.

“Morning. How about some coffee?” Remus held his hand out to Sirius.

He grasped the hand, and Remus helped him to a standing position.

“You look like hell, Remus.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

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After Remus took a shower and changed his clothes, the pair went across the street to the Cafe. Remus ordered the largest Cafe Mocha that James and Lily offered: an enormous mug of hot chocolate, with a shot of espresso, topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate syrup. Sirius ordered a small black coffee.

Sirius insisted on an outside table today. He chose a seat downwind of Remus, and as he sat down, he pulled out and lit a cigarette. He took a long draw with his eyes closed, then tilted his head back and exhaled so the smoke went behind him. Remus watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

Lily showed up with their drink orders. “Everything ok, fellas? Felt like a change of scenery?” She glanced awkwardly between Remus and Sirius.

“Everything is fine, Lily. Thanks. In about twenty minutes you can bring me another one of these.”

“Ok…” Lily raised her eyebrows, but didn’t question them further. She turned and went back into the Cafe.

Remus attempted to appear calm. He sipped his drink and watched his friend closely. Unable to handle the silence any longer he said, “I was bitten when I was young. Most employers are not generous or understanding in dealing with lycanthropes. It worked out to my benefit that I chose to be self-employed and can set working hours around the cycle of the moon.” It all sort of tumbled out at once, like word vomit. Better than actual vomit, that could sometimes happen the morning after. Might still happen anyway.

Sirius remained silent. He put out the butt of his cigarette and took a sip of his coffee. The bitterness caused him to make a face, but he took another sip.

“Sirius,” Remus pleaded, “please say something.”

“What do you want me to say, Remus?” He raised an eyebrow.

The irony of the question was not lost on Remus. Less than forty-eight hours ago, they had stood mere feet from where they were now sitting, and Remus had asked the same of Sirius.

“Fair enough.” Remus was shocked Sirius was sitting here at all. He was surprised when he found him sleeping on the floor outside the cage. Any sane person would have run the moment he transformed.

“Although...” Sirius tapped his fingers on the formica. “...it does explain the name of your place.”

The both looked across the street: ‘Mark of the Wolf, Tattoo Lounge’.

“I thought you were being artsy and deep when you came up with the name. Turns out I was wrong.” He looked back at Remus, and gave a lopsided grin. Sirius leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “You were being quite literal.”

Remus chuckled and picked at his fingernails. “Yeah.” He finally looked up and met Sirius’ sparkling eyes. “You’re one to talk though.” Leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, he glanced across the street at the Flower Loft. “Dog Among the Daisies, Flower Loft. Bit on the nose, don’t you think?”

Sirius threw his hands out to the side and shrugged, before clasping them under his chin. “So we’re both hiding in plain sight. What’s your point?”

“I don’t have a point. Merely pointing it out.”

Lily appeared with Remus’ second Cafe Mocha, and a coffee pot to refill Sirius’ cup.

“Thank you, Lily,” Sirius said.

“One more after this one, Lils,” Remus added, “and some chocolate cake with that one as well. If you have some?”

“Sure thing, Remus.” She smiled and left the men again.

Suddenly, Sirius began chuckling. His shoulders shook and he played with his cup of coffee between his hands.

“What’s so funny?” Remus asked.

Sirius’ eyes were alight when he looked up at Remus. A half smile tugged at his lips. “Uh...good metabolism?” he quoted Remus' words from a few months ago back to him.

“It’s...not an untrue statement.” Remus shrugged.

The heavy weight in Remus' chest dissolved. He hadn’t even realized he’d been carrying it around until it was gone. Knowing Sirius knew about this part of him, and he wasn’t running for the hills, was a positive sign. His lycanthropy wasn’t his only secret, but it was the biggest one. Remus felt he carried more skeletons than most. More than anything he wanted to be completely open and honest. One thing at a time, he reminded himself.

“So, what sort of work would you have wanted to do if you didn’t have this...furry little problem?” Sirius asked.

Remus snickered. Furry little problem…? He glanced at the building which housed the Potter’s Wheel Cafe. “Well, I actually really wanted to work at Rising Phoenix Roasters when I was younger. See, they hire artists to design magical specialty latte patterns.”

“That sounds cool.”

Remus nodded in agreement. “Still,” he shrugged, “I’ve got the Tattoo Lounge. You know?”

“Do you ever think about what it would have been like to work at Rising Phoenix Roasters?”

“Well…” Remus rested his chin in his hand. “I imagine it might be something like…”

Remus sat in the back room. The ‘Creators Room’ is what the baristas called it. It’s where wizards like Remus designed intricate latte and cappuccino art. The baristas mused that The Creators sole purpose was to torture them with the most complicated patterns imaginable. They were right.

All of the Creators were highly skilled in the pour of a perfect latte. Occasionally one might prove as adept at customer relations as they were in designing, but they were the exception and not the rule. The owners tried to put Remus behind the counter once. It turned into a fiasco. No, he was very happy and content to remain in the Creators Room.

The sounds of porcelain clanking, steamers swishing, and people chittering, along with the smell of espresso brewing, served as the backdrop of his muse. He had been working on this dragon art for the past week. It’s wing flap wasn’t quite right yet, so he pressed on.

His alarm went off, indicating his shift was over. Without the alarm, he would keep working until they shut the lights out on him. It had happened once. Or twice. All things considered, there were worse ways to earn a living.

Sirius looked at Remus in wonder. “Wow,” he whispered. “So why didn’t you just open your own coffee shop?”

“Crowds. Not a fan,” Remus replied. “Plus, like I told you, a tattoo is forever whereas a latte is temporary. You drink it, it’s gone, you forget about it. Besides,” he took a deep breath and looked into Sirius’ eyes, “if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, then I may never have met you.”

He watched Sirius blush and look into his coffee. Then he ran a hand over the back of his head. “This is true,” he said with a smile. “I know you’re not opening up today,” he added with a sigh and a glance at the time, “but I am, and I need to get going.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Remus was sad to see Sirius go, even if it was only across the street. “See you later?”

Sirius stood and reached for his wallet. “Definitely. And Remus, I wasn’t lying before. I really don’t care about your...condition. It’s only one night a month. The other thirty and one-half days you’re totally fine.”

Remus heart soared at these words. “Thanks, Sirius.”

Next Chapter: Chapter 16

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way337 · 1 month ago

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mostlysignssomeportents · 6 years ago

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A mysterious nonprofit made millions suing companies to put California cancer warnings on coffee

The Council for Education and Research on Toxics (CERT) is a nonprofit that kicked off its mysterious existence by filing a string of lawsuits against restaurant chains and coffee roasters for not posting California Proposition 65 notices (the notices are mandatory warnings about the presence of "chemicals known to the state of California to cause cancer and reproductive toxicity") despite the disputed science behind their demands.

The California legislature has formally ended some of CERT's crusade by passing a law that says that Prop 65 warnings never have to be given for coffee. On the eve of this defeat, Ars Technica's Beth Mole (previously) did some deep investigative digging to figure out who was behind CERT.

CERT always had a public face in its attorney, Raphael Metzger of Metzger Law Group -- it's his address that's listed on their tax documents. But by digging through documents going back to CERT's formation in 2001, Mole uncovered some of its other principals, officers and associates, including the (now deceased) lawyer/actor C Sterling Wolfe, UC Riverside philosophy prof Carl Cranor, Cal State Long Beach history prof Nancy Quam-Wickham, Nancy Perley, Brad Lunn, and, perhaps most notably, UC Berkeley cancer epidemiologist Martyn Smith.

Smith's connection to the group -- whatever it may be -- is the most obviously significant because Smith is also a repeat expert witness in the group's suits, and Mole couldn't find any filings or transcripts in which Smith's potential conflict of interest was revealed (Smith's own filings show that CERT funds much of his research -- apparently the only activity that CERT undertakes apart from filing lawsuits).

The science that Smith testifies about is highly contestable. Specifically, Smith testifies about the carcinogenic properties of acrylamide, a byproduct of the maillard reaction that is present in many foods and drinks. Though extremely high levels of acrylamide have been linked to cancer in animal models, those levels were significantly higher than the acrylamide you would receive from eating or drinking the foods that Smith and CERT have sued over. For those products, a 2011 comprehensive meta-analysis found "a lack of an increased risk of most types of cancer from exposure to acrylamide."

Still, on the strength of Smith's testimony, many companies ("McDonald's, Burger King, Dunkin' Donuts, Target, Starbucks, Unilever, L'Oreal, Procter & Gamble, Walmart, and more") have settled or lost lawsuits over acrylamide, paying millions to CERT -- $3m from McDonald's and Burger King over acrylamide in fries, $900k from 7-Eleven, $675k from BP West Coast Products, etc.

It's not clear what CERT does with that money. Smith's filings show that at least some of it goes to his research.

Mole contacted Cranor, Smith, Quam-Wickham, Metzger, and Berkeley's School of Public Health press office for a quote or explanation. None of them replied.

https://boingboing.net/2019/06/06/martyn-smith-uc-berkeley.html

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nwbeerguide · 6 years ago

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Bend's Worthy Brewing invite you to try their Hoppenwolf Helles and Worthy & Wise Cream Ale in cans.

Press Release

We have 2 new amazing canned offerings for you to enjoy as part of our Hopstar and Heart & Soul Series!

Hoppenwolf Helles Lager in a Can

What was once a pub favorite is now available in 12 oz cans: introducing Hoppenwolf Helles Lager, Worthy Brewing's ode to the oldie but goodie world of noble hops and crisp lagers. We began toying with this Helles several years ago on our pilot system. With each batch, we upped our game, perfecting the right blend of malts, yeast and hops. What used to be a novelty is now a game changer. Worthy intends to do for the lager world what its tried to do for the IPA world - introduce new and fresh flavors to old style recipes. The timing couldn't be sweeter. Worthy recently invested in an old school horizontal 170s bbl lagering tank, which we intend to keep busy with fresh batches of pilsners and lagers utilizing Oregon grown malts and first generation hops from the Indie Hops breeding program. How's it taste? Our regulars at the pub have been crowing about it's drinkability. One sip, as they say, begets another. A slightly sweet, biscuity malty front end that tapers off with that classic noble hop spiciness that transports you to an old world Bavarian castle. Worthy's staked out a reputation for well balanced tropical IPAs. We love our IPAs but what brung us was our love of lagers, which in 2012 when we launched had not yet gone "mainstream" craft. The timing was perfect. With our new tank, our long time appreciation of European lagers, our dedication to innovation and love of home-grown farm-fresh ingredients, Hoppenwolf is the right beer at the perfect time. Why Hoppenwolf? Well, we know from lore that humulus lupulus refers to a voracious climbing vine that rapaciously smothers other plants. Our ancestors thought the hop behaved like a "wolf in sheep's clothing." Fittingly, while fresh, drinkable and nearly irresistible, please exercise caution when enjoying this adult bevvie - you wouldn't want to turn into a werewolf. "Any excuse to get a new lager on tap gets the brewers super excited. Especially when it's a more complex and challenging style to master. This iteration of our Hoppenwolf has become a go-to for our bartenders and brewers alike. The biscuit malt really shines through for a crisp, refreshing flavor and the more pronounced hop profile separates Hoppenwolf from your everyday lager. At 5.2% ABV and at 17 IBU this lager is insanely drinkable and will have you reaching for another....and another...." Brian Chapman - QA Manager Available in select locations around Central Oregon as a 6-pack, 12oz can offering.

Worthy & Wise Coffee Cream Ale in a Can

We worked with our friends, Dapper & Wise Coffee Roasters in Portland, Oregon, to create this incredibly smooth Coffee Cream Ale. Utilizing their perfectly roasted Ethiopian Shantawene Natural bean, we were able to create a beer that surprises both the palate and the brain. No, it's not dark. And no, it's not a get-up-and-go in the morning breakfast beer. But, it is a bubbling, 5.6 ABV, 17 IBU, straw-colored cream ale with subtle layers of stone fruit, strawberry and coffee which together present a mystery that the brain can't resist unraveling with another satisfying sip. The coffee roasted by Dapper & Wise hails from a mill in the tiny village of Shantawene, which lies deep in the Sidama region of Ethiopia. Located in the foothills of the Bombe Mountains, higher in elevation than many of the mills in the region, coffee ripens slower here. Thanks to recent favorable government legislation, mills such as Shantawene are able to deal directly with roasters like Dapper & Wise, bringing their farmers better return for their coffees. In the words of our Brewmaster, Dustin Kellner: "In my experience with coffee beers, you tend to get the best characteristics from the coffee by adding cold brew to finished beer. In the cupping with Dapper and Wise, we tasted a hot and cold version of each variety to get the best idea of what it would translate like in the finished beer and chose the beer style based on the variety of bean. The result is all of the flavor with little to none of the bitterness. We all fell in love with the Ethiopian beans because of their fruity sweetness and citrus/stone fruit characteristics. Rather than risk covering that up with the roastiness of a stout, we opted for a clean, crisp, classic cream ale. Lightly hopped and relatively low in ABV to be extremely drinkable and showcase the light roast of the coffee." "In a perfect world, everything would be made out of coffee and beer. What a treat to work together with Worthy to create the world's most perfect beverage!" - Bethany Spangler of Dapper & Wise Available in select locations around Central Oregon as a 6-pack, 12oz can offering.

from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide http://bit.ly/35KvFf3

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mahvaladara · 6 years ago

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“I’m on a horse!”

You should most definitely blame this @jaredknox and the @themoonglitch they suggested Nataniel going into work on a horse after a silly dream moony had of me going to work on a horse. And my luv Fran suggested I wrote the scene with Nataniel and Matt. The prompt was: imagine that’s Nataniel going to work and Matt goin “Why the fuck are you a horse.”

And because I am a sucker for hurting my boys, expect blood.

Spoilers for “The Strange Cases of Nataniel DellaSanta - Case File “Howling at Midnight”.

The first beams of the sunlight crossed through the canopy of the trees, with the screeching of the roaster that sounded more like a dying goat accompanying the beautiful song of the spring birds. The scent of grass and pine trees filled his nostrils as, much like the morning birds, he opened his eyes slowly, taking in the violet and orange sky of the morning.

His body ached tremendously and he was pretty sure he had a few ribs broken, as he slowly tried to get up and gather his surroundings. He had dropped over unconscious from exhaustion in the middle of the yard, he realized, after last night’s battle. His clothes had several new holes to them, and his jeans looked more distressed now than when he got them and stained of dried up blood.

Nonetheless, Nataniel did his best to get up, staggering uncertainly on his legs, wobbly. The house appeared peaceful and he was certain he was able to see some movement in the upstairs window as he had looked. They were alright, he thought with a relieved sigh, as his eyes fell upon the two-story ranch house ahead.

“Please, look over my family,” Matt had asked him. And Nataniel did do so.

Piles of ash littered the yard, scorched grass from last night’s battle. He got distracted and the beast was able to crush his chest, the child had interfered, to leave with the wolf, only for them to be attacked by those crawlers, brought up by the worse of human disease. Or inhuman one.

They were hunting a werewolf believing it was a monster, when the monster hid in plain sight.

“My name is Carolyn,” the wolf had told him. “She is in danger, I aim to take her to my pack. We can keep her safe. She is one of us.”

Nataniel sat up, stretching, only to instantly regret it, when he wheezed in pain, oxygen stolen from his lungs. And he reeled over, a mixture of bile and blood. He was fighting the wrong enemy, only to be surprised by the real one. He remembered the wolf being wounded, but as his eyes fell on the piles of ashes, for one more day they were safe to travel. So much so, Nataniel just left them go, too exhausted to offer resistance.

Okay, perhaps it was more than a few ribs broken. He was certain some of the crawlers had taken a bite or two of him, by the stained blood in his clothes. By the unhealthy wheezing his breathing produced, there was most certainly a punctured lung. And the pain, oh dear stars, he’d never grow used to the pain. How long did it take him to heal a crushed ribcage last time? A few months of agonizing pain, repeated pneumonia, and a desire to just die already.

The sound of the door opening, had him looking forward, as a tall black woman sporting a machete came rushing over. She was ready to fight.

“Oh my god! DellaSanta!”

“Mom! Is it safe?” The boy inside asked.

“Stay inside, Bryce, look over your brother. Where’s Gennie?”

“She went with him,” Nataniel explained lifting a hand. “I left her go. She’s safe, don’t... fuck!” And he coughed out, gasping desperately. “Fuck. I was fighting the wrong person...”

“Are you alright? Shit, you’re a mess.”

He chuckled. “I hate jobs with children. I always get my arse handed to me. Any news from Matt back at the city?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head.

Nataniel shook his head, holding onto his chest.

“You’re hurt,” she pointed out at his wheezing.

“It’ll heal. Your jeep?”

"Matt has it.”

“I need to go to the city, we got it wrong. The wolf isn’t the villain of this story.”

“There’s a bus that goes through here every three hours.”

“No, I need to head to the city, now,” he sighed.

“You need help-”

They were interrupted by the sound of hoofs, and Nataniel looked back. Professor, the beige horse Matt owned calmly trotted their way. Nataniel had been certain the horse was dead when it attacked the werewolf. But that was the first flag that the beast was NOT a beast when the werewolf simply scared the horse away instead of tearing it to pieces. And good thing he did, for the crawlers would not be as lenient with the pestering animal.

“That’ll do,” Nataniel grinned limping over to the horse.

“Can you ride?”

“It’s easier to ask what I can’t do, and I’ll gladly answer - I cannot brew coffee,” he laughed.

Getting on top of an unsaddled horse was easy for Nataniel, in normal circumstances. But right now, with a crushed diaphragm and a most likely punctured lung, he started debating he’d have better luck walking all the way into the city. But time was of an essence. They were going to hunt down the wolf in the morning, as it was nocturnal, and Nataniel had to make sure they most definitely did not, otherwise, they were going to kill an innocent protector.

Finally, on top of the horse he rode off. All that was missing to make his travel back into the city legendary were Knights of Cydonia playing in the background. Alas, he didn’t pack up his MP3 Player for the occasion. Though he certainly wished he did, anything to distract him from the unbearable pain that vibrated on his body with each step of the running horse, as if his own broken bones where dancing with each throttle of the horse.

They arrived at the precinct as Matt and the police officers assembled outside, shotguns in hand. He stopped right in front of them, interrupting Matt’s speech and getting the attention drawn to him, with his grandeur of an entrance.

“Della’Santa!” Matt exclaimed, eyes on his friend.

“Hello Ladies,” Nataniel started. “Look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash he could smell like he is me! I’m on a horse!”

“I can see that!” Matt started, eyes wide. “You’re bleeding. Did- Luelle?!”

“They’re fine, we got a midnight visit from the werewolf, it came to get Gennie.”

“Is she alright?”

“She went with it,” he answered. “We got other visitors. I thought she’d be safer with the wolf.”

“Shit! What?! Are you crazy?! How did you let that happen?! We need to hurry-” Matt had turned to his men.

“No!” Nataniel interrupted. “Stop! We got it wrong!”

And he jumped off the horse. His legs gave in under him and he fell to his knees with a very sickly wet wheeze, spitting a thick goop of blood into the floor - that better not be a piece of lung or Carolyn was going to have his comeuppance for it. He could feel the blood bubbling inside his lungs.

Well, there went his grand entrance.

Matt instantly rushed to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“We got the wrong person,” Nataniel explained. “The werewolf is protecting the girl.”

“What? From what?” Matt asked, eyes wide.

“I don’t know,” Nataniel looked up at him. “Worse part is that whatever is after her, has gotten their hands on the Crawlers and they came to get the girl.”

“Denwen?” Matt asked and Nataniel shook his head. “Did they-”

“No, but they hurt the wolf as badly as they hurt me, we need to find it and the girl, until we find out who’s after them and why,” Nataniel explained. “The werewolf... his name is Carolyn. He was trying to tell me where he was taking her, but we were interrupted.”

“You chatted with the werewolf? After or before he crushed your ribs? You’re blee-”

“After...”

Matt got up. “Okay, change of plans. We are going to look for the wolf, but no one is to engage it without my order, understood? Use the nets if necessary to immobilize it. We must retrieve it and the girl, unharmed!”

There was a general affirmation from the police officers, and Nataniel got up to one knee. The officers got in their cars and quickly left. Matt looked over at Nataniel who was propping himself up against the horse.

“Is that my horse, DellaSanta?!”

“Indeed,” he grinned, panting uneasily. “Fine boy you have here.”

“Why the fuck are you on a horse?”

“You took the jeep,” Nataniel answered with a pained shrug. “And I have always wanted to make a grand entrance on a horse. Alas it wasn’t this time... maybe next... time...?”

“I can’t believe you made that old boy run all the way from the farm- NATANIEL!”

Matt didn’t finish what he was saying as his friend slid down the horse’s torso and fell flat on his back. The horse stepped away startled as Matt rushed to Nataniel, eyes closed, wheezing unevenly, breathing strained and laboured. Matt lifted him off the ground, always surprised at how a man so tall weighed so little. He yelled at the guards to call Dr. Fyres as he picked the man up, noticing the blood.

That was most definitely more than broken ribs.

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