That meme where people misspell “ingredients” as “ingredience” is fascinating from a linguistic standpoint because morphologically, “ingredience” really ought to mean something like “the quality of being ingredient” or “the attribute which makes a thing ingredient” – i.e., it would something you have, not somethingyou are. What is ingredience? Do I have it? Do you?
wouldn’t ingredience be a rating of how many things include you in recipes? So flour has a high ingredience; it’s included in many things. Humans have a low ingredience; not many recipes out there that include human (at least that we know of).
Ingredience is formally defined as the probability that, given a random valid recipe not including the ingredient, adding the ingredient will result in a valid recipe. As an example, salt has an ingredience of .98.
A significant problem is that there is no known analytic method to validate a recipe, and it must be done experimentally. Of course, because recipespace is infinite, this means that all ingredience values are approximate.
The question of whether a recipe validator is even possible is a central question of formal culinalysis.
The study of culinalgebra is complicated by the fact that ingredients do not form a basis in recipespace – adding one ingredient may affect the necessary quantities of others. Adding soy sauce to a recipe increases the amount of salt; adding an acidic ingredient in baking may require the use of more baking soda to maintain the previous pH. An existing ingredient whose quantity is not altered by a given change to the recipe is known as an eigengredient.
Me, wanting to draw but feeling sour: Snap Chalkzone who lives in my brain who says ya gotta draw somethin’:
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#while normally I am not artistic enough to relate to Relatable Artist Posts #Chalkzone was my first special interest and my inner nine-year-old is always very happy to meet someone else aware of its existence #so I am reblogging on those grounds #art #Chalkzone #my childhood #fanart
it must be really weird for anyone who was taught by dumbledore and mcgonagall and the rest to become teachers and have to, like, treat them as colleagues
like, snape and lupin have one (1) thing in common and it’s a pathological inability to call dumbledore by his first name
Correct me if i’m wrong, but wasn’t McGonagall more or less in the same year as Tom Riddle?
Does that mean that Dumbledore was also her teacher?
Minerva McGonagall has called him Albus since she was eleven because she is a queen who bows to no one
The image of an 11yo Minerva McGonagall looking her new professor dead in the eye and saying “Will there be homework tonight, Albus?” is too powerful for words
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#Harry Potter #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #headcanons
It’s fucking Tom Jones? Millennials are you too stupid to realize that Tom Jones is the reason some of you exist? (Think about it for a second, you’ll get it)
Two weeks ago, my sister and I went out for breakfast at a popular cafe near her place. Enya’s ‘Only Time’ started playing halfway through our homefries, and was still droning right along as I ate my last bite of potato. Squinting, I looked up at the ceiling, looked at my sister, and said:
“Either someone’s playing ‘Only Time’ back-to-back, or ‘Only Time’ is a lot longer than I remember.”
Her eyes went huge. We lingered over our tea (a thing we normally wouldn’t do in a crowded eatery, but we had a mystery to solve) and soon confirmed that, yes, somebody was looping Enya. No one else in the cafe seemed to have caught on, but we were some of the younger people present anyway. The staff were all going about their business. Nobody was looking around with fearful millennial knowingness but us. By the sixth-ish repetition, we were in silent hysterics, biting our fists, whispering “GODDAMMIT” to each other, drawing weird glances from adjacent tables.
My sister got up to use the bathroom. Left alone with the seventh repetition of ‘Only Time’, I left my stuff at our table, got back in line, and ordered a pastry to go. As the barista rang me up, I said:
“Hey, sorry, weird question, but I have to know. Are you guys pulling a Salt and Pepper Diner right now?”
Her face transitioned from ‘polite customer service mask’ to ‘sly but delighted’ in .2 seconds. “We’ve been waiting to see if anybody would notice. Nobody’s been reacting at all!”
“Is there a prize for being the first?” I promise I was joking, but she lit up and said,
“Yes, oh my god! Do you want a cookie??”
And that’s the story of how John Mulaney won me a giant ginger-molasses cookie.
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#embarrassment squick #food #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #music #storytime
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