where are my sweaty girls at? the girls who get a little hot and their armpits are already soaked. the girls who spend five minutes in the sun and they're already slightly red. the girls who drop sweat while they're fucking your brains out, or getting their brains fucked out. the girls who have a shine and a sheen on their skin like they're made of pure silk and desire. the girls who sweat a lot, and they stink, and it's the most heavenly smell you could ever find. I crave the salt, let me drink you in.
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Wednesday April 19.
today, nearly 2,000 years ago, someone in pompeii baked bread.
Ahh, picture it. The time, around 2,000 years ago—the place, Pompeii. Simpler, happier times in some ways; and for the ruthless power games, insatiable sexual appetites, wild ambition, and creative genius, less so in others. However, following yesterday's foray into pastries, and all things fluffy, warm, and flakey, it dawned on us that this day around 2,000 years ago a happy chappy somewhere in the city's magnificent walls got to work and made some bread. CIL vol. IV 8972: XIII K. Maias panem feci—which translates as: On April 19th I made bread. And we love that for you, even millennia later! So, one day after our sweet celebration, it's time to pay homage to pastries' savory counterparts by marking April 19 with #bread. And a happy 2,000th anniversary to whichever miscellaneous Pompeian who decided not simply to make bread, but to mark the occasion with graffiti. But how do we know this? Well, it is thanks to the enquiring minds as evident in this post from @todayiwrotenothing, and indeed this commemoration on Reddit. Every day is a school day over here on The Internet.
Today it comes in countless forms, shapes, and sizes: wholewheat, rye, sourdough, multigrain bread, baguette, ciabatta, pumpernickel, soda, focaccia, cornbread, bagel, flatbread, naan, brioche, challah, and, last but by no means least, the ever-trusty white bread. As you will shortly see in the following string of bready content, this is simple yet limitless food: it can be braided, made by illustrated cats, or indeed constructed in the shape of the dashboard's beloved, hapless vessel, the good ship Ever Given.
So here's to you, as-yet-unnamed Pompeian who not only makes the bread, but brags about it too. We think you would have enjoyed this one-day tribute to your escapades here with #bread. We shall submit a formal application to rename it Tumbread, in your honor. But that's still not all: rumor has it there is sister graffiti that reads "Olivia condita XVII Kalendas Novembres"—so come back on November 16th for preserved olives.
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So in other news, beyond OTD I've started a brand new hobby!
MEADMAKING!
You know how people with ADHD tend to have undeserved confidence with new hobbies?
Anyway, I vastly overestimated my ability to read a hydrometer... lots... lots of honey syrup everywhere. Everything's fine now though! Panic has passed and I know how to read a hydrometer now
I do however have a glob of honey on my carpet...
should have done this in the kitchen...
BUT! My baby exists! My handwriting was going great until I wrote the gravity xD
doing it in the kitchen next time instead of letting my hubris take over
"I can totally do this at my desk without spilling!"
that was the devil talking...
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