Town baker who's buff as hell from whisking every batter and kneading every dough by hand. And those who don't respect her at least have the common sense to fear her, because if you don't, she'll knead the air out of you, too. She's the first one in town to start selling gluten-free bread. Save for the one family who requested it from her, nobody in the town knows what the fuck gluten is. Nobody else is allowed to buy the gluten-free bread before she's made sure that this one family has gotten theirs.
Nobody else is entirely sure what gluten-free bread is, but if the baker says there's no fucking gluten in this bread, then that's final, that's all they know about gluten. Nobody knows how she takes it out of the bread, either, but the most popular theory is that she beats it out of the dough, somehow. She makes a dough and then beats the gluten out of it. Yeah, that's probably how these things work.
Once better information starts trickling into town, and people gain a better understanding of what celiac disease is and what gluten has to do with it. But the people do still agree that if anyone could beat the gluten out of bread, it would be their town baker.
Can someone tell me to go to bed because apparently even though I'm tired and can barely keep my eyes open, I can't convince myself to go to bed tonight
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
LMAO someone give Dick Grayson a medal for understanding that when Bruce stalks you and asks to take your blood, it's his way of showing he loves his kid.
does anyone ever feel like bad shit happens to you only at the same time?
like, my grandma's sink just completely fell apart the same time our washer stopped working again, our car started making weird noises and some of our electrical circuits stopped working too
like, why do all of these costly costly things have to happen all at the same time
Someone just take a wet pool noodle to me. Not me roasting someone for saying it "tastes like an entire container of strawberries" in a recipe that is three quarters strawberries by volume. Alas. It said "TAKES like an entire container of strawberries". I have been made a fool.
As with the horse poll, please regard these options as sliders. The extent to which each one deviates from 1/6th of the total will determine the amount that canine aspect deviates from the "average."