#meat ration

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"FISHBURGERS TO REPLACE HAMBURGERS ON TUESDAYS," Toronto Star. March 26, 1943. Page 2. ---- Salads, Macaroni Dishes Answer of Toronto Restaurants to Meatless Days --- BEGINS NEXT WEEK ---- "Meatless Tuesdays! We've been having them every day in the week for the last six months: One day we served 1,500 people and didn't have a pound of meat in the place and nobody complained. That's how the public will accept meatless Tuesday."

This was the comment today of V. T. Gregory, general manager of a chain of Toronto restaurants, during a survey to get the reaction of Toronto restaurants to the announcement that meatless Tuesdays will begin a week from tomorrow. The survey showed the small, hamburger-type of eating place will find it hardest to make satisfactory substitution for meat.

H. R. Hinnan, president and general manager of a downtown lunch chain, said: "During Lent we put on a Wednesday fish special… cod. We'll just keep on serving it only on Tuesdays. Then we've prepared a hot salad - yes, a hot salad. Then we're going to have three different kinds of macaroni dishes. We believe the public is going to enjoy meatless Tuesdays."

A stentorian voice which announced, "Joe's delicious hamburgers." when a King St. place was telephoned, became very feeble after the bad news was passed along. "I'll have to get the boss," the voice said.

The boss was almost philosophical. "If we can't get meat, we'll give 'em fish cakes. No, not fish cakes - fishburgers. That is," he added after a pause, "if we can get any fish."

Toni Ward, proprietress of a hamburger on Yonge St., is going to serve fish, hot and cold chicken sandwiches and salads. "We won't be able to even serve a western omelette-at least not with ham in it."

[dreamsy990]

some of the less nice thoughts about being aroace

extras below the cut

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closeups on my favorite panels

bonus: adios

[elexuscal]

William Laurence really went from "i know dragons can fuck a ship up and that's about it" to "foremost human expert of dragon psychology, sociology, and war-time supply chain in Europe*" in under a decade and good for him

that's what happens when you don't have to unlearn incorrect methods first (*Except France)

[marvelann]

Watched Society of the Snow with my (Spanish) best friend today.

I liked it. Kinda wish I could have watched it knowing nothing about the story but yeah, no chance. Whispering trivia to my friend and seeing what they chose to cut was interesting too.

I liked how Uruguayan the characters were. They say bo and ta, and the first thing they dream of eating is chivito. Payan to pass the time... That and an irrational hate towards Ethan Hawke was what made me like this movie more tbh

My 2 favourite things were probably the heavy Catholic imagery (I haven't been Catholic since I was 10 and was forced to go to mass in order to take my communion but. It's definitely a big part of the story) and the casting choice for Nando Parrado. A+ on that one even if the actor is Argentinian jaja

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Meatless Fridays: a waiter explains to patrons of a restaurant about the first "meatless" day observed here in 24 years, October 9, 1942. Only fish and vegetable plates were on the menu, designed to help cut the consumption of meat by 21 per cent as requested by the government in order to make rationing unnecessary. It didn't work. Meat was rationed in January 1943.

FN: Apparently, people were no better with apostrophes during the Golden Age than they are today.

Photo: Associated Press

[andr0nap]

Hello I want to say that I missed your AUs especially ice planet and biojet!!! These concepts are so well thought out and fascinating!!! I vaguely remember you rb one of my posts last year about food sources in canon and you talked a lil bit about food on ice planet in the tags I think… would love to learn more about the aforementioned AUs but I don’t even know what to ask

hello and thank you!!!

honestly possible! i cant remember now but i had a moment where i was very fixated on the biology of ice planet worms and how i could keep them as a primary source of food without giving everyone ammonia poisoning... i think i settled for a made up digestible antifreeze protein in the end but swarms of worms being heralded by the stench of piss in the air is still my favorite ice planet au concept

[nullapophenia]

SYNTHESIS.

{You’re intimately familiar with all the gears that work together to form you.}

[misforgotten2]

Act-ul-ly meat extract was developed in the 1800's by Baron Justus Freiherr von Liebig. What you discovered is how to unjustly profit from the work of others, i. e. Capitalism.

Parents Magazine July 1944

[gutterprophet]

I spent like an hour this morning drafting a multiparagraph rant about how everything sucks forever and I hate everything and I don't understand why everyone doesn't just kill themselves because existence is so fucking terrible and then I stopped and thought "Hm. It is possible that my current feelings are being slightly influenced by my immune system eating my brain. Due to me running out of the medication that makes my immune system not eat my brain. I should wait to send this until my immune system is not actively eating my brain."

Later I was able to take the medication that makes my immune system not eat my brain and then read back over my manifesto on why human extinction is the only ethically acceptable option and went "Oh wow. My immune system was REALLY eating my brain, huh."

Anyways I have a small amount of the immunosuppressant medication now but can't actually get a full refill for another few weeks (it's complicated) so there is going to be a week or two where I'm just rampantly insane as my immune system tries to kill me which will be a fun experiment with no negative consequences I'm sure

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"CALL OUT POLICE RESERVES TO CONTROL PRE-RATION MEAT LINE," Toronto Star. March 26, 1943. Page 2. ---- Up the street and around a bend stretches this pre-ration meat line in New York. Police finally were called to control the line. It took two camera exposures to show the full length of the queue, and this picture is a composite of the pictures.

[happyk44]

"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"

"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."

Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.

"Bianca-"

"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."

"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"

"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.

He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.

But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."

His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.

"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.

He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"

She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.

Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.

He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.

It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.

Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.

At least... they were supposed to be.

Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.

"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."

A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."

It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."

What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.

She was right.

She was already dead.

He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"

"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."

It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."

"I will," he promised.

Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.

So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.

"Percy."

He held stiff. "Yes?"

"Don't forget the bracelet."

Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.

"I won't."

"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.

His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."

Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.

Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.

But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.

[appri-dot]

Does woody eat and if so, what does his diet consist of? (im willing to bet hes ready to go toe-to-toe with a baboon hawk for food)

He does 🥰‼ I don't have anything definitive but I do have a few noootes!

▪︎When he lived in a Manor he was very pampered and plump by being fed stuff like fruit and bread, he also had better vision because he was given the proper nutrients, now he's more carnivorous for sustainable energy

▪︎He only eats what is smaller then him, and for obvious reasons is not interested in the spore lizards (imagine the itchy eye 😭) so yipee bugs, thumpers, snare fleas etc.

▪︎Speaking of Baboon Hawks, Woody fucking hates them so bad they cause a ruckus and their beaks can poke holes in his wood, unpleasant! He avoids them but if there was a needed resource on the line then ye, hes going to beat the shit outta that monkee

If I were to guess preference/best choice, snare flea. Easy to get, plenty around, nutrient and cannot really do any harm to him

[aerithisms]

the thing about them eating jackie is that it's like. well. she's already dead and they have no food. if i was them i can't say that i wouldn't! and if you read stories of real world instances of cannibalism like the flight 571 crash the show is inspired by, that was their real life logic. they had no choice; it was eat or die. they even talked about it and realised that if they died they would want to get eaten to sustain the other survivors. so i get it when the yellowjackets showrunners say that eating someone is not the most transgressive thing that happens in the show because in their circumstances it's very forgivable. there are real life people who did this and still live in society because we understand

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Wartime rationing continues: filling almost the entire width of the Sixth Avenue sidewalk, prospective customers wait in the rain for their chance to purchase meat at one of the few stores in New York that had it, October 12, 1946.

Photo: John Lent for the AP

[warcrimesimulator]

In all seriousness eating dogs, cats, horses is not strange or weird to me tbh. As long as it was raised and slaughtered humanely. What actually makes those animals fundamentally different from a pig or a chicken (which are also pets for many people)?

[matineemonsters]

Just woke up and had a swig of lemonade and a slice of prosciutto, which in our house has earned the title

gay sailor breakfast