#mincing

[fuckingrecipes]

Is there a proper technique to mincing garlic? I have a hard time mincing and getting the pieces small enough and it usually takes me quite some time. I assume fresh garlic is generally better/more flavorful than jarred minced garlic, so I've been trying to use that but it's super tedious. Also got a garlic crusher/press which helps, but is a nightmare trying to clean. It's probably just a skill issue on my end but was wondering if I was missing something

You're right, fresh garlic is way stronger, more flavorful & tastier.

Take your garlic clove.

Cut the butt off. (The little hard/flat end)

Put it under a flat thing, like between two cutting boards, or between your cutting board and the side of a broad knife (carefully!).

Press your weight down until the garlic crunches flat.

Take the weight off and slice your garlic into slivers.

I'd call that minced-enough if you're just cooking at home. The crushing releases a TON of flavor, and additionally slicing it will maximize surface area, like what you want with mincing.

I don't think I've used a garlic crusher in years...

[moveleftslightly]

October 2018.

[fallziell2-fdck]

Anhören/Kaufen: Agathocles What For? von AGATHOCLES

[angy-brows]

"Hastur's Warning" - Full comic

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God this fucking comic took FOREVER. But this is what I've been working on for the past couple of weeks, and it's finally done! Support me on Ko-Fi

[winter-wise]

murderbot's faulty risk assessment module my beloved

[iclosedoors]

CW // blood, needles (yeah, the guy)

telephone by lady gaga

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Jeepers. Blimey. Dang. Gadzooks. Long ago, the euphemisms lived together in harmony. But that all changed when the Tarnation attacked.

[baby-xemnas]

law is hyper vigilant that strangers don't touch bepo on their commute

[hungharrington]

okay steve definitely wouldn’t care about body hair, but i just know that man goes feral over your freshly shaved, smoooooth legs

i took this to make him a sillay boyfriend 🫶 sorry if u wanted HAWTNESS this is just silly LUV…. forgive me

The sheets feel cool against your bare legs.

You can feel the scratch of your hair tucked against your neck but you’re too content, all but sinking into the mattress, to be bothered to move it. Your legs are tucked up, your arms splayed wide across the bed. You’ve just done the hard job of an everything-shower and lying down is your well-earned reward.

Across the room, Steve pulls the curtains to cover the window. Shadow falls across the room, banished after a moment when Steve pads to the bed, turning on the lamp. Amber coats the ceiling.

It’s balmy tonight. You feel warm without even being under the covers. Dozing off sounds like a pretty amazing idea right now.

“Not falling asleep with me, are ya?”

You smile at the sound of Steve’s voice, lifting your heavy eyelids to gaze at him.

He looks scruffy the same way he always does at the end of the day. His hair has lost some of its magnificent volume and he’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt from high school. You can see the beginnings of his five o’clock shadow on his jawline. He’s gorgeous.

And you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. The thought makes you smile wider.

“Mm,” you hum, definitely giving away your sleepiness. “Nope.”

A warm hand touches your knee, Steve’s hand reaching out and rubbing it tenderly. He tsks playfully. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby.”

You huff a quiet laugh and let your eyes fall back closed. Steve’s touch has always had a magnetic property, drawn to you whenever he’s near. It has a similar effect on your heart, which always feels like it’s surging forward in your chest to reach him.

The touch shifts, skimming down your shinbone. You expect him to maybe begin a half-hearted massage on your calves— he’s prone to giving them to you— but then, unexpectedly there’s another touch added to your legs.

You lift your head, peering down at him with squinted eyes. He’s crouched down beside the bed and he’s rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin of your legs.

When he knows he’s been spotted, he only grins, shifting his cheek again. “You’re so… smooooth.”

There’s definitely awe in his voice. You laugh, a real laugh this time, and shake your head. You should really stop being surprised when Steve’s a dork — he’s proven to be one time and time again. If you didn’t know different, you might assume this was his first ever relationship.

“Mhmm,” You hum. “That’s part of the appeal, handsome.”

Something glitters in Steve’s eyes at your pet name for him and his grin melts into something softer. His hand on your shin moves again, stroking softly up your calf. His face shows his bewilderment at your supremely smooth skin— and then betrays the look of mischief that crosses his face.

Your brows furrow instinctively. “Steve—” You warn.

He does it anyway, turning and licking one big stroke up your knee. You squeal, surprised at the sensation, and jerk your leg away from him.

“Steve!”

“What!” He mimics your tone, finally getting up onto the bed and crawling up to meet you. He’s smirking, looking terribly proud of himself. He plops himself down, half of his weight pressing into your shoulder as he nuzzles himself into your neck.

“S’just wanna a little taste, that a crime?”

His breath is hot and almost tickles against your neck. It’s impossible not to dissolve into quiet giggles, leaning into him. He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling the two of you closer.

“You’re a dork.”

You can feel the little puff of air he lets out in a laugh as well as the smile that spreads on his mouth. He pokes his tongue out, a minuscule touch against your neck that has you shrieking again— except this time, Steve’s holding you too tight to squirm away.

“Mmhm,” He says. “Your dork.”

You grin, turning to nose against his temple and make a noise of agreement. “Absolutely.”

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

insane to me that i can type digital symbols into a digital text box and it causes Real Actual Chemical Reactions to occur in the brains of Real Actual People.

that's so concerning. i should not have this power. i want you all to be doing okay. i want to pluck you off the forest floor and tuck you into my little mushroom collecting bakset and carry u home

[dxckgrxsonx]

i have to believe that god help anyone who tries to manipulate/gaslight you in front of Dick ‘Master Manipulator’ Grayson.

there will be zero survivors.

man knows how to twist words and if someone (anyone) comes at you with the intent to place blame or guilt trip you into something then he’s there. he’s certifiably good at it and knows it. has people questioning everything, stumbling over words, genuinely embarrassing themselves whilst trying to regain some sort of control over the situation.

he takes absolute pleasure in watching it. he is so protective of the people he loves and no one gets to pull that shit with you.

he fucks them up in the head. gives them a brilliant (maybe slightly evil) smile and takes you for ice cream.

[micood]

+°Sleipnir*+

[rock-omelette]

I think it always goes unsaid (thus forgotten) that in order to believe Stobotnik "matches" e/o's freak, as it were, Stone believes much of the same things Robotnik does. You need to understand people like Stone DO believe they're better than you. Worse than that; they're RIGHT.

They're BOTH psychopathic (they relish in the pain and suffering of others, especially those they deem subordinate or below them. Read: everyone.) but where Robotnik's psychopathy dips into narcissism, Stone's psychopathy dips into Machiavellianism. Kindness and empathy--at best, means nothing to him, and at worst, is deemed fucking stupid. He views others in a range of usefulness.

Stone is not a man without emotions, but they are separate, and they are considered bias in the long term achievement of goals. Sure he can ACT empathetic, that's easy. Being charming and acting sweet and kind it's easy. Crucially, to Stone, it is an important and useful manipulation tactic. Personally, I think the only person Stone has ever, and truly could love is Robotnik. On top of everything, Ivo GETS IT. Ivo is the only one Stone believes IS worthy of respect, who can put his money where his mouth is, every time, and does better than you can ever imagine. Ivo IS the pinnacle of success. And to not SEE this, in Stone's eyes, is fucking stupid. He genuinely, sincerely, from the bottom of his fucking heart and soul believes that being unable to SEE how powerful Ivo is STUPIDITY IN THE HIGHEST ORDER.

Emotions are an indulgence for Stone, and thats what his love for Ivo is. To choose and love Ivo--in Stone's eyes--is the one, selfish indulgence he ever lets himself have, regardless of any long term goals. You need to understand that Stone WANTS Ivo, and he fucking GETS what he wants, regardless of Ivo's opinion on the matter btw. This is pillar of Stone's character, to me. Which is why reading fics where Stone is kinder or more compassionate than this doesn't quite scratch the itch that I have about it

[merakiui]

i'm deleting this game.

[sharkker-dude]

I know that the kitchen gang is not very fans favorite, but my brother really wanted me to draw them. Bon appetit to the little yellow one.

love him. will draw again.

[gammaraydeath]

miranda is a lot kinder than a lot of people give her credit for. even in the game she's referred to as the ice queen or a stone cold bitch or whatever and it just doesn't feel true. she's focused on her goals and might not have time for pleasantries but she's got a pretty good read on people. if she decides you're untrustworthy she's gonna do something about it rather than wait to get stabbed in the back. she's never even rude to shepard, really, aside from in the very beginning MAYBE. it just sort of feels like if she was a man nobody would be saying she has an attitude problem you know what i mean.