#me @ butter ghee

[hellyeahsickaf]

Not to keep reminiscing about when I was more abled but man what I'd give to be thinly slicing garlic, onion, tomatoes, throw them in a pot with ghee on medium-high until the onions are translucent and yellowed but not caramelized, and chop some carrots, cauliflower, potatoes, mushrooms, throw them in with some peas and corn and let those cook, mince a green chili pepper, cilantro, and ginger and lime zest, add bit of tomato sauce, then about 4 cups of stock and simmer it on low adding lime juice, a couple of prunes (trust me on this), seasoning it with cumin, cardamom, salt, cinnamon, clove, turmeric, curry powder (most of these spices are in curry powder it's more of a ratio thing), and peppercorn, and then let that bitch simmer for an hour or two until I have curry and throw some naan in a pan with butter, maybe pan fry some okra and make a side of chana masala or dal. No pre packaged meal beats that yknow?

[bebsi-cola]

HUGE shout out to disabled people's who's cultural foods are inaccessible to them!!!!

[nohkalikai]

i miss maharashtrian street food so bad i would KILL for a dabeli rn

[weirdmarioenemies]

Hello! No need to butter me up today, because I'm here to spread the joy of today's funny creature! Alright, no more ghee-ting around the bush! Oil just get right to the rest of the post, faster than you can say margarine!

Name: sand

Debut: Super Princess Peach

This is easily one of the cutest fictional mounds of sand I have ever seen! Isn't it so darling? It is just looking at us with those curious eyes, like a newborn calf, no idea what wonders the world could possibly hold in store. It is a strange shape for sand to be in, but I guess, why not?

Now, I do not much care for Going To The Beach. I love going to a rocky shore teeming with little creatures, but I find the typical "sand and water" beach to be so boring! I'm too sensitive to cold water to have fun in it, and the sand itself is typically uneventful (besides sand crabs of course but I don't want to bother them TOO much). But if the sand could form into a Cute And Lovable Funny Creature...? What a wonderful place it would become! I would love to just sit next to Sand With Eyes, maybe parallel play with it! It could play a video game on its sandheld device!

It reminds me of Sandbag! We all love Sandbag! In elementary school one of my friends would make Sandbags by wrapping tape around tissue paper and drawing eyes! Anyway, our tender sand friend really does look exactly like a naked Sandbag. Heh! Oh my! I can, however, confirm that they are not one and the same, because Sandbag does not feel pain, and loves being battered and launched.

The Sand With No Bag, however, does feel pain and discomfort. It is not a true enemy, but still an obstacle, seeming distraught as it is washed away into the ground to clear the way... how fitting that Peach must sob every time this humble wall of sand must be washed away. But that's just it! It's sand, and it isn't being destroyed, but washed away. Our sand friend will be able to reform unharmed later, this is just a necessary botheration in the path to saving Mario and Luigi who will later save many more! If there is a lot at stake, it is morally okay to bother some sand.

[engeorged]

Dear Alex

Dear Alex,

I can’t really remember how many times I’ve started writing this letter and how many times I’ve thrown it in the bin. It’s a really shitty way of doing this but I just don’t think I can tell you any of this to your face. I’m too embarrassed. It all started as a prank, a way to level the tables with the both of us. I meant to tell you sooner but I guess it got out of hand and here we are. I’m gonna have to start at the beginning I think. You’ll know all of this, just not my side of it I guess.

After university when we moved in together I wasn’t sure we’d last as room mates for more than a few months but it was so easy hanging out with you and we were both the same level of untidy so we didn’t piss each other off. We did have those tricky few weeks a few years back when we dated the same guy without realising but he turned into the biggest ballsack on the planet so it wasn’t hard to get over that!

I’m only mentioning that because that’s not the reason I got you fat. It wasn’t revenge for anything. I don’t fully remember the original reason to be completely honest, it wasn’t really a thought through thing, it just sort of happened. And yeah I know I just threw that it there. I got you fat. I mean you definitely played your part in it but I really messed with you man and I’m sorry.

It was innocent at first, I noticed when you started your new job and you were tired all the time, you started going to the gym less. I think it was when we were decorating the kitchen one weekend and you were painting the ceiling, I saw your rounded little pot belly when you were reaching up. All those late night take aways and evenings sat in front of the tv watching the football were taking their toll. Your flat muscled six pack was disappearing. It instantly filled me with hope. You had a flaw I could exploit!

It pains me to say this but of the two of us, you’d always been the hot one. Don’t get me wrong, on my own, I’m not bad looking. In fact if someone asked me I’d probably say I was a nine, it’s just that next to you, I’m a seven at best. Your blonde hair and permanently tanned skin made you the hottest guy in most rooms. All 6’5 of you was built like a cartoon of a rugby player which made it even worse! You’re a solid ten man and you always have been. I don’t think I realised how jealous I was until I saw you had a flaw. That solid curved furry belly I glimpsed gave me the seed of an idea. If you were fatter, it might even the playing field. I’m not proud of this, I just think you’d reserve the truth.

It started gently at first, I’d make twice the amount of food I’d normally make when it was my turn to cook. I’d pack the fridge with snacks and unhealthy things for you to pick at. I’d hand you beers when we were watching the game. You were so zoned into the match you never noticed me topping up your snacks or replacing the bud lights with full fat beers. Over a few months I watched as your little curve turned into a more substantial beer belly. And fuck you if it wasn’t the most perfect beer belly I’d ever seen. I was hoping it would make you less hot but turned out it made you hotter. Instead of a flabby pimply gut covered in stretch marks, you developed a firm round belly with perfect skin and even kept your Adonis belt. That’s when it got serious.

The first thing was gainer shakes. I started sprinkling gainer powder in everything, adding it to every meal or sauce I could dissolve it into. Everything I cooked for you was loaded with butter and ghee to double the calorie count. I found larger versions of our plates so that I could increase your portion sizes without you realising. I even started buying your clothes a size up and replacing the labels so you wouldn't realise. I was literally feeding you up like a fattened calf. And boy did you balloon. The first phase was months long and you gained 20/30lbs but this second phase was like you were being filled with an air pump. I can’t really believe I could do this to someone, especially someone who I would call my best friend.

It all came to a head yesterday when I crossed the line big time. That’s why I’m writing this letter now and actually sending it. I can hear you now snoring from your bedroom. Sleeping off the mammoth meal I stuffed into you across the evening. I’ve been awake all night and I keep going in to check on you to make sure you’re still breathing. I can’t believe you ate as much as you did and I can’t believe I pushed you into doing it.

I was only planning on slipping you a few of the tablets I found online. They were definitely safe and I want you to know I checked them and double checked them to make sure they were ok for human consumption. I guess that gives away the fact that they were actually for animals. I think they are used by wagyu beef farmers to get cows fattened up before they are butchered. They are supposed to increase appetite and metabolism. I popped two in your beer before the game and started my usual sneaky increase in your snacks. It wasn’t hard as you always put a lot away when our team is winning and they were three goals up by half time. I think at that point you’d eaten two bowls of Doritos and dip, a plate of sliders and a whole pan of chilli which I think would have served 8 comfortably. That was on top of the best of a crate of twelve beers. Your belly was swollen up to it’s usual bulging mass and you were already rubbing the sides to alleviate some pressure. I should have stopped there but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped you another few of the tablets. I guess in hindsight, the first two hadn’t properly kicked in at that point which meant that by the time the second half had started they were in full force. I couldn’t keep up with the snacks and you’d pretty much polished off the lot by the time the match had ended.

For the record it was your idea to order pizza. Your belly at that point was totally rounded out and your T-shirt was stretched over it’s taut surface. I guess you were pretty buzzed because you ordered four xl meat feasts. I didn’t really have any choice but to let it happen. And you might not remember any of this but you basically inhaled the first two. By that point you were fully maxed out. Your belly was tight and even the xxxl T-shirt you were wearing (that you thought was an xl) was beginning to show a few inches of your swollen belly. You could hardly move and I felt awful. Well that’s not totally true. I was actually pretty pleased at the state of you. My plan after all was to make you gain a few pounds so I’d be hotter than you and you’d basically blimped.

Anyway, what happened next I am truly ashamed about. You were laying there on the sofa clutching at your belly. The tablets clearly convincing your brain you were still starving, even thought your belly was basically an exercise ball now. And you were just moaning with the two pizzas next to you. And that’s when I snapped. I jumped up and shoved a whole slice into your mouth. You gaged but then after a few chews swallowed it right down. Slice by slice I pushed the remaining two huge pizzas down your throat. I could literally see your belly blowing up in front of me. When eventually I reached into the box for the next piece and found nothing, I realised what I’d done. I stepped back and looked at you. Spread eagle on the sofa, your belly sticking way up and round. Covered in sweat and grease. It’s as if I stepped out of my own body and realised what I had done to you. You were fucking huge man.

I left the room and went to my own to consider what to do next. I was half appalled and half in awe at the size of you man. When I came in half an hour later you were fast asleep and snoring like a pig, your gut still very much occupying its space. Guiltily, I managed to get you into your bed and laid you on your back so your belly could reach its full swell. I pulled your belt off so your stomach wasn’t under any pressure. I didn’t want you to pop or anything.

As I said I know our friendship is probably over but I want you to know I’m truly sorry. I took this way too far and I regret it. I’m happy for you to do what you need to do, and if that’s punch me in the face then so be it. I hope that in a few weeks you’ll be able to forgive me but if not then I understand and I will move out if that’s what you want.

In the spirit of fully disclosure, I want you to know that even though you’re maybe 100lbs fatter than you were, I still think you’re a ten. In fact if I’m really honest, I think you might even be hotter than that. Your belly last night was horrifying but also strangely attractive. The firm roundness of it and knowing how much food I’d crammed in there was actually quite erotic. Sorry if that’s tmi but I think I wanted you to have the whole truth. I have a small suspicion that you’ve actually enjoyed getting bigger and if that’s wrong then I’m sorry for presuming. But I actually wonder how big we could get that thing.

Let me know what I can do to make it up to you, or if I’m right and you wanna continue.

Yours apologetically (and hopefully)

Nate

Continued at Dear Nate

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[nixcraft]

Me: This butter tastes great. Them: Actually, it’s ghee. Me: Ah, thanks for clarifying.

[daily-hyosatsu]

Oooh, some symmetry! And this name sent me down an unusual rabbit hole, featuring overlap between two of my favorite things: *very* uncommon kanji, and names that are also vocab words!

As a surname, 醍醐 is usually Daigo, but it could potentially also be Taiko, Taigo, Daiko, or Tei. And outside of names, the word 醍醐 [だいご] has three meanings:

(1) Ghee (2) The ultimate truth of Buddhism (3) Nirvana

So, the obvious question: what is the connection between Buddhist philosophy and ghee? I've found two explanations:

(1) It comes from texts that used different stages of milk as an analogy for spiritual purification.

(2) Ghee is just the greatest of all flavors.

Fair enough, I guess—ghee *is* good! And for the former, I'm not very knowledgeable about Buddhism, but it does remind me of this very memorable milk poem. I wonder if there's a connection. Anyway!

醍 means whey, or good Buddhist teaching. Its readings are ダイ, タイ, or テイ.

醐 means (boiled) butter. It's readings are ゴ or コ, both of which it come from the right radical 胡 (which technically means foreign/barbarian, but I recognize it mostly from food words like 胡瓜 cucumber, 胡麻 sesame, and 胡椒 black pepper).

Now, after all that food talk, I have to advise you not to use these words at the grocery store; it will cause problems. Today, 醍 and 醐 are really only used in proper nouns, and no one will know what you mean. That's the opposite of enlightenment. For practical purposes, the word for ghee is ギー, butter is バター, and whey is ホエイ or 乳清 [にゅうせい].

Also, a common related word is 醍醐味 [だいごみ], meaning the true pleasure (of something), a superb flavor, or a "good Buddhist teaching." (Again with this. Are there Buddhist teachings that are admittedly bad? My ignorance is showing.) Anyway, I always, always, ALWAYS mishear 醍醐味 as an abbreviation for 粗大ゴミ [そだいごみ], which means oversized garbage (furniture you have to pay the city to pick up), and I get SO confused every time. If you learn nothing else from this post, learn the difference between 醍醐味 and 粗大ゴミ.

[trrickytickle]

The Tea Word 🕸️🫖

GIF by liurnia

A/N: STILL NEED TO REPLY TO MESSAGES!!!!! Okay okay Liya let's get on track. DO. REQUESTS! goes without saying that the movie is goated but like, I was gonna write some Gwen (Stacy) but I had a silly and stupid idea and it snowballed. Soooo here's some Pav and Miles enjoooy blehhh (lee!Miles, ler Pavitr)

Pavitr procures pipin' hot chai for the spider-gang, but Miles still says it the wrong way. Luckily, an unmissable opportunity comes by for Pavitr to correct his mistake.

Spiced sweetness wafted through the air in the rec-room of the elite spider society, a pleasant aroma to the chattering spider-people, who mostly were bundled up into their own clique. Lego Spider-Man was recounting his fight with an evil businessman with huge pants to Spider-Cat, Peni was cleaning out SP//dr, and Miles, Gwen and Hobie were being served tall and sweet mugs of chai by Pavitr Prabhakar. With perfect barista-like precision, he procured two warm mugs and with a THWIP! they slid across the bar to the trio. Miguel was definitely going to give him an earful for serving the anomaly, but he did owe the spider-people one after saving Inspector Singh and his girlfriend in Mumbattan. With a dash of cinnamon, the drinks slid across the counter faster than any of them could say "My Spidey senses are tingling". Hobie took a sip, slamming his glass onto the counter. "Bloody amazing. Oi, Pav, you reckon this is why we bought out your plantations?" Gwen giggled, Miles briefly glancing at her apprehensively, going back to blowing on his chai and taking a generous swig. The political quip earned a chuckle and a playful shove from Pavitr. "Oh, yes, absolutely. Much better than spotted dick. Why's it called that anyways? Spotted dick.." Burning her tongue, Gwen winced with a high pitched -squeal!-. Miles laughed. "Shit, guess that's too hot for you." he teased, blowing on her tea. "What even was that?" "Shut it, Spider-Boy." Gwen chided. "Ahh… Man, this is some good chai tea.." Miles sighed, startled when the bar stilled with the loud noise of Pavitr's exasperated sigh. "Miles, Miles, my guy, we've been over this! CHAI. MEANS. TEA. You're seriously still saying chai tea!? It's JUST! chai!" Miles stammered, arms flailing like two eels out of water. "Wh- Look, bro, bro, back up, I'm used to it-" "Yeah, no wonder e' forgot. Bloke's bleedin' from 'is head down to 'is armpits." As he attempted to defend himself, Hobie very unexpectedly traced up the red lining in the armpits on Miles' suit, and he let out a high-pitched snicker. Making him flinch, Gwen and Pavitr both jumped back at Miles' reaction. Gwen giggled. "Yeah.. what even was that? You laugh like a girl." "That's a patriarchal construct." Hobie quipped back and nonchalantly sipped his tea. Miles shrugged. "Ticklish." Hobie backed up apologetically, keeping his hands to himself. "S'embarrassing. Think I probably would've glitched." Pavitr walked out from in front of the counter to the bar-stools where the spider-people sat behind Miles- (..hopefully only to join the other Spider-People) -and playfully jabbed at his sides. "-IIIEEE!-" "I- I mean it's all the same with you people! "Ghee butter".. "Naan bread".. gh- Y-You know what? You know what I'm gonna say to you now?" The spider-person wildly gestured with a ribbing enthusiasm, prodding Miles, who curled away in nervous anticipation. Just as suddenly as he had jumped up, Pavitr jammed his hands into Miles' armpits, spidering from there down to his ribs.

"Gudi-gudi-gudi-gudi-gudi! Tickle tickle!" The look on his masked face was determined and sly, eager to dish out playful karma. He teased, sure to rub in his grammatically correct Hindi-speaking, at machine-gun speed that went as fast as his dextrous fingers.

"Heh-hEEH-hahaHAAI'M- no! C'mon, wehe're friends, right-st-he-h-hha-Stop, stoppitst-hhhHh!! Sh-IH-ihit, man!" Miles sputtered, flailing like an awkward goose. "Ghh-Gwen! Gwen, help, he's attacking mE-!!"

She only ignored him, squealing and blushing with every octave of Miles' laughter and desperately trying not to be involved, Pavitr's prying teasing only filling her with slightly more dread.

"Hoho-heh-Hob-IEEE!! HELP!!" His hyperbolic pleas once again fell on deaf ears while Hobie's news-clipping phone case was pressed in the mugs of the two tussling Spider-People. Pavitr kept poking Miles in the ribs, gradually moving down his sides, prodding and teasing with a fascinated zest unil he reached his suit-clad tummy, which he clawed up and down, up and down, up and- it was driving Miles insane.

"Come oooon, say it, Miles! Chai is…"

"Teehee-HEEEE!!"

"Can't hear you! Chai is.." Giggling a little himself, Pavitr kept poking, making sure to harshly jab at Miles' stomach or armpits or wherever caused the best reaction as he was about to admit his "mistake". Much to his chagrin, Gwen was still acting …strange, and Hobie had recorded up to the three-minute mark by this point.

"Chahahai is tHHEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HE!" "Stop laughing and just say it! What's so funny about masala chai, huh? Huh?" "You're the one tickling me-hehehe!" Miles attempted to swat Pavitr away, sometimes succeeding with his spider sense. "Ooooh-hohoho, then this must be a really bad spot!" Pavitr chimed, spidering the space between Miles' ribs and sides. "Yeahaha-hah, no shit!" "So, what is chai?" His laughter grew louder as Pavitr moved down to his back, sliding his fingers down it. His eyes widened- he had control in those earlier moments of playful banter- but out of pure dumb luck (and probably prayer), oblivious ol' Pav had unknowingly found his worst spot. "Shi-HIT!-SHIHI-HIT! AHA-HH-HAH!" "Shit? Chai is shit?" Pavitr mock-gasped. "The audacity!"

"Nohohoho! Chaha-Chai tehe-HEEEA!- It's good!"

"Come on, you still don't get it?" Pavitr bluffed. "I thought we were friends, Miles!" He ramped up his fast flying finger movement as his digits climbed up and down Miles' ribs like he was speed-crawling up Mumbattan highways. "I'll give you One. More. Chance. Say it."

"Chai-chahaiisteehEEhee!-" Miles panted in exhaustion, Pavitr stilling his fingers as Hobie set down his phone and Gwen perked up from hiding her face on the bar's counter.

"-pant- -WHEW- Ne-heh-ver… neveragain…"

"Wow, great job, Miles, that only took you like, three tries." Pavitr quipped, fist-bumping Hobie. Said spider-anomaly quenched his laughed-out throat by guzzling the rest of his cold chai. Gwen perked up and kept composure, patting Miles' back. "Looked ...intense." she shivered. Hobie shrugged. "Just a spot of fun. I'll send you the video." "Iiiiiiranouddastorage." Gwen bluffed, blushing. Hobie slugged her in the arm, smiling. "Pork pies. (Cockney-ism for "lies") C'mon, we're mates, make some space for me, willya?" The shared air of laughter was greeted by a frown of disdain and glare from Miles. Pavitr pattted him on the back and gave him a smile. "C'mooon, go get her! I can't bear this!" "I-It's not like that!!" ----------------------------- The camraderie came to a close with a blanket of snow-white glow, enveloping the Spider-People fast as lightning would. Everything- the mugs- the counter- Lego Spider-Man- would be gone without a trace. It was an anomaly not even this lot could fix, and the events from earlier all washed away. 4 dAYS Avengers: Secret Tickle Wars- Part III Everything will change.

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Huge fan of how you adequately appreciate your popcorn maker. True hero. We need more people that Get It like you.

aww thanks! nice to speak with a fellow connoisseur.

actually, let me go ahead and copy/paste my tags on the "what's your favorite kitchen appliance" post so more people can benefit.

#HOT AIR POPCORN POPPER #little doohickey that you put kernels in and they spill out the chute once they pop #NO burned kernels!!! #and you know the trick to good homemade popcorn? #ghee + ultrafine salt #the milk solids in butter turns popcorn soggy #clarified butter (ghee) doesn't #and the ultrafine/velvet salt sticks to the kernels best #i also add nutritional yeast for flavor #but you can also get cheese powder if you want #all the cheap easy delicious popcorn you want!

get yourself a hot air popcorn popper for like $25, get a bag of loose popcorn kernels, some ghee, some ultrafine salt, and whatever flavors you like. pop the corn, melt the ghee, pour the ghee on the corn, sprinkle on the salt and flavors, mix it up, bam you've got a delicious treat.

i like to make a few batches at a time and stick them in gallon baggies for tasty snacks.

[darknesseddiem]

𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥: 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

If you like my works, support me with a small 𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢!!

𝐒𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐡: "Son of the god Anubis", emphasizing the direct relationship with the deity and his lineage.

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐡𝐢: Hawawshi is a popular Egyptian dish that consists of spiced minced meat stuffed inside a pocket of dough and then baked or grilled. The dough used for hawawshi is typically similar to that of Egyptian baladi bread, which is a type of traditional Egyptian bread made from whole wheat flour.

𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐲: The dish is made with a combination of rice, lentils, and macaroni pasta, which are cooked separately until tender. Once cooked, the rice, lentils, and pasta are combined and then topped with a flavorful tomato sauce.

𝐀𝐬𝐚𝐛: Asab is a traditional beverage in Egypt made from fermented sugarcane juice. It is a popular drink in Egyptian culture and is known for its sweet and tangy flavor profile.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐚: The base of kunafa consists of finely shredded phyllo dough, known as kataifi, which is delicately layered with butter or ghee to create a crisp and golden exterior. This crispy foundation serves as the perfect canvas for the indulgent filling that lies within.

𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬: Apophis, also known as Apep, is a significant figure in ancient Egyptian mythology, often depicted as a serpent or snake. Apophis is often depicted as a massive serpent or snake, sometimes with multiple heads or a monstrous form, symbolizing his immense power and malevolence.

[thegodthief]

I sat on the edge of the cliff overlooking the wastes with my legs hanging uncomfortably off the edge. A dry wind blew up from the crevasse, removing any hint of scent, be it living or rot. I sat, because there was nothing else to do. I wasn't waiting for anything, as there was nothing to wait for. I wasn't biding my time, as there was nothing to anticipate. I just was there, because there I was.

"Hey."

I felt someone sit down next to me. It took me a moment to realize they were expecting a reply.

"Hey."

"So... Are you going to jump?"

I looked between my feet to the absence smothered by lack of clarity. "I dunno. Is that what I'm supposed to do here?"

"That's what some people do here. Some people get up and walk away instead."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. I need your help."

I kept my gaze below me. I didn't realize I had started shaking my head until a tear was shaken loose to fall into the indifferent darkness. "I can't help you. I can't help myself."

Something nudged my shoulder so gently I almost didn't recognize that it had happened. "You can help me. I don't know if I can help you in return, but at least I won't hurt you."

"I promise nothing, but I will hear your request. If I know someone else that can help you, I'll tell you. But I doubt I can help you."

Something pressed softly against my back. Not enough to push me off the cliff, but enough that the weight on my heart pushed me to crying again.

"I need you to make a pot of ghee."

"Wut?"

"I need you to make a pot of ghee for me. No one else can make it the exact way you do. I don't have any, and it's been a while, and I miss it."

I don't know how long it took for me to dissect the phrasing of what they said and the implications of the pronouns they used, but I got there. I turned my head towards them, but saw nothing beside me.

"I made ghee for one person. And they watched me do it so they could learn how for themselves. You are not that person. Who are you?"

"Please, allow me to correct you. I am not a person, not a person like you are. But you have made me ghee from the moment you learned how and have kept a jar for me all the time. Until now. The jar is empty and clean and put away. I can't fill it myself. I need you to do it."

I looked around me but did not swing my legs away from the cliff. I saw I was sitting alone, with just enough light to see there were no bodies beside mine. The presence of the someone remained around me, however.

"I... can't."

"Why? You have the space and the butter. You have the pot and the stove. You have the cheesecloth and the sieve. You have the jar and the trivet. I have kept things clear for you as much as I can. I will continue keeping things clear for you as much as I can. What I can't do is actually make the ghee."

I realized that I did not hear their voice with my ears but with my skin. Their voice felt like cool sheets after a warm day, but also like a warm towel after a cool shower. Their voice felt like the steam from a fresh mug of tea and like the night air flowing in the window after a long day. Their voice felt like the atmosphere of my apartment, being whispered against my bare shoulders.

"You can jump anytime. I can't stop you if that is what you want to do. But, before you do, please make a pot of ghee? I miss it."

I did not notice my thoughts had been clouded until their soothing voice pulled my attention into a soft space of clarity.

"Well, I'm as good as dead. Anything lives is born to die. But, I guess it doesn't have to happen today if I can help it. Yes, I'll make a pot of ghee."

I turned my body to stand but felt myself suddenly grabbed and quickly pulled away from the cliff the moment that my legs were clear of the edge. When the force let go, I saw that I was now distant from the cliff edge by at least three times as I am tall. I mused a thought, but kept it unspoken. I fully stood, patted myself off, and walked into the waiting darkness that felt like how my room feels when I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and I don't need light to see where I'm going.

I forgot the dream entirely upon waking.

~~~

Today, I made a pot of ghee. I listened to some podcasts while I attended the pot on the stove. The process fills the apartment with a warm nutty scent by the time the ghee is done. The jar had ran out several weeks ago, and after cleaning the jar, I had not bothered to make another pot.

It felt so useless to do so.

It feels useless to do a lot of things, lately.

But today, I had good weather, good mood, good timing, and a good opportunity to make it. There's a lot of things I need to be doing, but... why not make another pint of ghee? What's the worst that could happen? I get hungry and start cooking again?

After the mason jar was filled with the still simmering ghee and loosely capped, I took a step back and looked at the jar placed on the trivet. At this point, the jar of molten ghee always strikes me as the closest a person can get to capturing a jar of sunshine. The kitchen smelled good and held a promise of further culinary antics once the jar cooled down.

I could pull up a chair and watch how the jar gradually changes as the ghee cools down all day.

In the still air, I feel a brush against my bare shoulder.

Thank you. It feels so nice in here. I missed this.

I held myself as still as ice.

You forgot. That's okay. You don't need to remember.

"Who...?"

Something lingers against the back of my neck. Someone who like the ghee you make. Someone that will hold you for as long as you allow yourself to be held. Someone that will ask you to make another jar when this one runs out. You do intend to use it up, yes? I can't cook with it but when you do, it feels even better in here.

"I promise nothing."

You say that a lot.

"When did I say it before?"

I was reminded of the dream in its entirety.

"Ah. So I did. Well, the pot is made. We'll see what happens tomorrow. I don't have much to cook with today."

Then I will wait for tomorrow.

The presence, which was never there, left completely. I considered the dream and the observances I made in the dream. I considered the cooling jar and the apartment that was surrounding me. I considered that writing up this experience would be good tying practice and so here I have typed it up.

An hour later, the jar is still molten and quite warm to approach.

Sunshine dims on its timing.

[greypetrel]

🙤 Enjoyable Things 🙧Rules: List five things you enjoy and pass it along!

Tagged by @shivunin and @demandthedoodles, thank you very much!! (I am an indecisive ass so limiting myself to five is... a struggle) (also am I the only one that started singing Favourite Things from Sound of Music...?)

Food. I know it will sound stereotypical as an Italian, but eating something I like gives me so much joy. I love eating and quite like cooking, even if I'm lazy. I am a vegetarian with a lactose intolerance, so I end up eating vegan most often, and I'm currently having lots of fun in trying indian recipes which are naturally vegan (or easily so substituting ghee/butter with oil)! This Baingan Bharta recipe by cooking with Manali is something that always gives me so much joy, paired with some jeera pulao!

The sea/going swimming. I don't live close to the sea unfortunately, but I spent quite a lot of time in my youth. I can dive (used to reach 10m with no oxygen back then, now I'm terribly out of shape) and I LOVE snorkeling and seeing the fishes, and when I'll be rich I'll go diving in a cage to see some sharks from up close. All marine life gives me so much joy (the jellyfishes are so pretty! From a distance).

Medieval and Contemporary History. In case you were wondering, I love history and knowing more about it, but I'm very selective when it comes to remember it. The Middle Ages and the first half of the XX century (up until the Moon landing) are my favourite periods. Oh and also Ancient Greece. LOVE Ancient Greece (with all its flaws). I love love LOVE museums. And strolling around Medieval buildings is just!!! AAAAH! The older the better, I LOVE gothic cathedrals, and those old castles! And Oooooh I'm not the biggest graveyard fan but Irish graveyards? I'd be there sketching every day, I visited some when I was there and they were so peaceful. I love trying to read the inscriptions, and they lack the baroque kitsch that I never like. (Ireland is another thing that gives me joy, I wasn't there for enough but every time it was just... Bring me back please)

Sketchbooks. I am a art supplies hoarder, but sketchbooks are the one thing I like the most. I don't go outside without one in my purse, the fact that you have a book to be filled with what you want is just HHHHHHHHHHH so nice, it gives me so much joy. I tend to be a perfectionist, but I'm slowly trying to get rid of it and just... Do it for sketches, who cares if they're ugly.

I love to glimpse of personality in art. For both books and paintings, sculptures, movies, comics... I just love when you look at some form of art and realise the little quirks, what the author didn't like to do, or what they just love. Tolkien going on for two pages to list plants in the Ithilien because he just loved greeneries. Pushkin being overly enthusiastic about feet (Pushkin was the biggest feet fetishist... And you can't hate it for it because the way he uses words...! AAAW.). Michelangelo that was perfect but couldn't bother to paint or sculpt women because he never saw a pair of boobs in his life. It's not highlighting mistakes, it's just... I think it makes authors human, and that much closer to us. What I don't miss about the academic field is this aura of sacrality about classic authors that's... Boring. I just love to spot these little things and remind myself that big ass authors/painter/artists were just humans like you and me, with all their flaws and all the things they didn't really know how to do... but did anyway. You don't need to be perfect if MICHELANGELO can allow mistakes, no?

One more: anything Tolkien. There's just something so soothing about his writing and the way he shapes stories. I know the Silmarillion is heavy but... Consider reading his shorter books. Tree and Leaf is something that always moves me to tears, and please please do yourself a favour and read his children literature. "Roverandom" is a tale he invented for his son Christopher, to soothe him when he lost his favourite toy at the beach. He invented the story of that toy, a dog, to explain to the child that oh no don't worry your toy dog, Rover, was actually a real dog turned into a toy by a wizard, he didn't get lost, he just got home! He loved you very much but he had to return a real dog you see! You helped him find his way back!

... sorry I had to include another, hope you don't mind. :P

And HELLO new followers I'm Arja and when they distributed synthetical abilities I was trying to pet a doggo.

(also doggos gives me so much joy. If the day is grey and a doggo by the street sniffs my hand and lick me or let me pet them, the day is instantly saved.)

Tagging: @salsedine @coloricioso @heniareth @melisusthewee @rowanisawriter @zenstrike @eowyn7023 (hi!) @rosella-writes @scribbledquillz @herearedragons @idolsgf

And YOU!

[mxnkeydo]

see my parents hate junk so everything in my house is healthy but they left me alone (bad idea) and now i know how to make really good cookie dough except there's no butter its homemade ghee :D

[tuillenius]

I pin this:

• I am 43 and !!!!!!NOT STRAIGHT!!!!!! Notlooking for a nice, chit chat with males. Let’s just say it how it really is! Our heads, likes and hearts are way too different. U need to find and court an ordinary straight girls. They will be right in ur alley. Bcoz! They are EVERYWHERE! Best of luck to thee.

• I am spiritual, believe in God almighty, creator of all souls. I believe in reincarnation. I am a fatalist. I’m ambivalent. I sing Karaoke and I’m pretty good, in the standard of Karaoke singer.

• I learned to be polite in public as well as internet. I would never, ever, ever do online, something, I could not do offline. To someone. Only cowards, meanie’s and damaged peoples hurt peoples online! Or offline…

• If I don’t answer back to msg, it is to avoid even bigger offence. Either u are not my cup of tea.((Male!)) or something else is kindawa, red flaggish. Sometimes not answering is an answer itself. But it really is not my way… I’m trying mi best to be a lady woman.

• I came here. Because… I dislike social media (fb. Etc.) They bring on stress and bad energy and in all earnestly… I miss you, ardent Gentleman Jack fan lady. I miss your thoughts about Annes. I miss similar minded company. I wish, peoples were more sticky with it, here. I have been a Lister fan before GJ. I had nothing much… Now : I have the world… New books, there are other fans…. Nothing is over… It is just the rough beginning.

About Gentleman Jack. Im just sharing this. Because, it can bring hope to fellow fans. Even this is a fortune telling but GJ will be back with season 3, either HBO comes to their senses, or someone else will pick it up. It won’t be going anywhere else than on, on and more on!

I also like Marilyn Monroe but… This fandom has… Alot’s of…. How can I put this nicely…. Umm… Errrh… I give u and e.g from my “fb times in MM groups, as e.g what I try to say… “I wish mama Marilyn is in heaven, said repeatedly in every posts….EVER!” *Marilyn is Jeshua!* *I am right about Marilyn u are wrong!* Marilyn related fights over… NOTHING BIG…. Good lord! I am so happy I’m outta fb! 🤣❤️✌️👌🙏😂

If you are having weird bodily symptoms. The doctors cannot find anything wrong with you or your blood. You should try: Low Oxalate Diet.

I am compelled to add more health related stuff here. My elder sister has saved her mobility and life with Keto. I am sadly following her footsteps. I have an alien in my belly. ((I have broken mesh-hernia-mesh there.)) I WAS, pre-diabetic. I have blood pressure. We’re to not eat carbs. Which is sugar. Bad humans are trying to kill us with Sugars and trans-fats. Addictions. Please stop using Canola oil! (Rypsi-öljy!) It was only be used in metal-machinery , max and never on humans! Use any of these, they are HEALTHY NOT UN-HEALTHY! : Butter. Ghee. Coconut oil. TRUE VIRGIN OIL! Not the diluted shit… That all said. U don’t have to believe me, in anything here. But it is what I believe in. We all have our own path, in life. Thank you for reading. May God Bless you, for your kindness! ~ Tui

[drawingsober]

apperantly it's Saccharina thinking hours cuz i'm obessed over her name

Cuz it's pretty widely accepted that her name is a play off the word "saccharine" which when you look up that name's defintion:

it fits really well within her characterization.

the thing i noticed however is that saccharine seems to be a spin off of saccharin which isn't actually a sugar

which can be a really interesting exploration of her name.

HOWEVER

my favourite take on her name is that there is a deftintion/alternative name for "Saccharina"

looking at her name at this angle makes me go crazy because the way I interpret this is that the name "Saccharina" isn't the name her mother gave her but rather the name the Nuns gave her.

which makes a lot more sense than Catherine Ghee, who's name is based off an Indian butter. And while the sugar part does connect with her candian heritage, it doesn't make sense to name her after vegetation when a running theme is people being named after what they are directly based off of. there are a ton of different variations of ice cream that could easily be spun into a name, or even ice cream made from butter

it makes more sense for her to be named "Saccharina" by vegetable Nuns that live by the sea.

but this is just me being hyper-fixated on name definitions and speculating on a DND campaign that's run it's course.

[askmalal]

Sandwiches ordered by the Primarchs at the Palace

1. The Lion:

Wild boar, apple slices, and cheddar on wheat bread.

2. The Grey Lady:

Something that makes everybody else decidedly uncomfortable, though it is in fact delicious and delicious looking.

3. Fulgrim:

Brisket on rye, heavy mustard.

4. Perturabo:

No sandwich. Demands dolmades, instead.

5. The Khan:

Roasted Yak with Ghee on brown bread.

6. The Russ:

Goat with Lingonberry jam, open faced. Pumpernickel.

7. Dorn:

Peanut butter and Mayonnaise, any bread will do.

8. Kurze:

Cold Paprikas on Buttered rye.

9. Sanguinius:

Peanut Butter and Jelly on Wonderbread

10. Ferrus Manus:

No sandwich. Hardtack, maybe some cold coffee to dip it in.

11. The Blind King:

A Boxty of any kind, really. No cilantro or cucumber. Gods help you if he finds cilantro or cucumber.

12. Angron:

Rare meat, barley loaf.

13. Guilliman:

Fairy Bread

14. Mortarion:

Fugu Liver Pate on toast.

15. Magnus:

Felafel and Pita

16. Horus:

Whatever you’re having, and he’ll claim it was his favorite all along.

17. Lorgar:

A few crusts of bread will do.

18. Vulkan:

Fluffer-Nutter on wheat. Well done.

19. Corax:

Eh. I don’t care. As long as it’s dark.

20. Alpharius and Omegon

Will have what -she’s- having.