Player one: What did you take as your craft skill?
Player two: Mac’n’Cheese
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food
When Japanese Twitter user Overtime Queen noticed the resemblance between Ultra-string Q gummy candy and yarn, she decided to postpone eating it and try knitting with it instead. Each piece of the citrus and soda flavored candy measures 126 cm (50 in) long, so she bought 15 packages – amassing roughly 18.9 meters (62 feet) of gummy candy and set to work knitting with a pair of chopsticks, using a standard stocking stitch (18 stitches across), resulting in a lovely scarf that’s 100% edible.
There’s no word on whether or not Overtime Queen ate her crafty confection, but she did resport that the process of knitting the gummy scarf made her hands smell delicious:
“My hands smell like citrus soda and cola! They smell so good!”
After working on it for three hours, the completed scarf measured 25 cm x 15 cm (9.8 in x 5.9 in), and weighed 450 grams (1 lb). It may not be a long scarf, but it’s still completely awesome. We’d like nothing better than the opportunity to take a big bite out of it.
[via RocketNews24]
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DM: “You awaken the ciabatta golem.”
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did you know that, besides the apple of knowledge and the pomegranate of life, there’s another mystic fruit, one that grants you a sense of purpose?
yeah, it’s the raisin d’être
This gives me champ-pain.
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The Food Network Show I Want
4 chefs complete in a contest to determine who is the best.
But they are not given certain ingredients they must use. They can use whatever they want.
They are given… the name of the dish.
The judge says, “Make me ‘Purple Nirvana’” and we get to watch one chef make au gratin blue potatoes, another make a blueberry shortcake, etc. The worst dish is eliminated until one chef wins.
I would watch the hell out of this omg
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#food #oh my god #yes this #quite possibly this already exists somewhere and I just haven’t heard of it
What you see above isn’t in fact leather made from animals- it’s made out of pineapples.
””It was one of those coincidences of life,” said Carmen Hijosa, founder of Piñatex, a new sustainable textile made from pineapple leaf fibres. Hijosa was speaking of her trip to the Philippines that led to a career change, which involved going back to university to get a PhD from London’s Royal College of Art, starting her own business, Ananas Anam, and patenting her own textile.
A small coincidence, and a big change.
Hijosa had been working in the leather industry for over 15 years in Ireland, when she was invited to consult on the exportation of leather in the Philippines. When Hijosa arrived, she was exposed to the poor quality of the materials, the working conditions and the toxic impact of leather on the environment. Hijosa advised, rather than try and export leather, why don’t you work with what you got, and what the Philippines has is an abundance of natural fibres.
She began to explore different fibres and came upon the pineapple leaf. “I realized they are very strong and flexible,” she says. “I wanted to see if I could make them into a non-woven mesh textile [like leather] and to do that I had to do full research and development that only a degree could provide.”
“Piñatex is a byproduct of the food industry,” explained Hijosa. “Once the pineapples are harvested the plants are left to rot.” Instead of letting that happen, pineapple farmers gather the leaves, extract the fibres and degum them in closed tanks. Once they have been degummed, the fibres become soft and breathable and can be put through a mechanical process that turns them into a non-woven mesh material that ends up feeling much like felt.
The entire process does not use any extra water, pesticides or fertilizer beyond what is used to cultivate the pineapples. By comparison, to produce 1kg of cotton – enough for one t-shirt and a pair of jeans – it takes up to 20,000 litres of water.”
This demonstrates that not only is the leather industry cruel, but it is also unnecessary. This product will hopefully be one of the future; one that manufactures waste to create something fashionable and hopefully successfully overtakes and thus eradicates the current industry.
Hope to see this on the markets soon!
OH MY FUCKING GOD
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(tagged by cosmic-llin)
Name: Brin
Nickname: See above
Birthday: November 14th (no, I was not conceived on Valentine’s Day)
Gender: Female
Height: 5’3″, which would be a nice round number in metric (1.6m) except nobody ever asks for my height in metric
Favourite Colour: Blue and green, hence the icon
What time & date is it there: 10:15 AM, Sunday, January 18th, 2015
Average hours of sleep I get a night: Usually around 8.75, but I’ve been waking up half an hour early the past few days
Lucky Number: Dunno
Last thing I googled was: “T&C”, which turns out to stand for “Terms and Conditions”
Most used phrase(s): I think “Here’s hoping” a fair bit, but I don’t say it out loud much
What I last said to a family member: “Good night!” (nobody else in my family is awake…scratch that, I can hear Mom moving around upstairs, but I haven’t spoken to her yet)
One place that makes me happy: The Cherry Hill Public Library made me happy, but this is present tense. Hmm…perhaps the Tim Hortons (chain coffee shop and, more importantly, bakery) down the street.
How many blankets I sleep under: On my bed, I have a fairly thin weighted blanket, a thin blanket, a medium blanket, and a duvet. I mix and match depending on the temperature. Last night it was the weighted one with the medium one on top.
Favorite Fictional Character: Dunno
Favorite Beverage(s): Chocolate milkshakes
Favorite food: Not sure. Maybe American-style Chinese chicken fingers. (Canadian-style uses a fluffy batter I don’t like. Luckily, there are occasionally places here that do the American thin, crispy batter.)
Last movie I watched in the cinema: Mockingjay Part 1. I enjoyed it: it actually held my attention the whole time, which is high praise coming from someone whose video attention span isn’t very good.
Dream vacation: I’d settle for finally getting to go to Disney World. We keep having to postpone it. We were aiming for September 2014, then December 2014, then right now, and now it’s September 2015. (Hey, wait a minute, the lunar eclipse at a reasonable hour is in September. I wonder if we’ll be there for it. *checks date* Probably not, it’s very near the end of the month.)
However, it’d be nice to go somewhere new (I’ve been to Disney World before, though not for a long time). Someplace outside the Eastern time zone (which I’ve never left) and inside the Anglosphere. BC, maybe. Australia would be neat, though of course it’s too hot right now, and I wouldn’t trust myself or anyone in my family to do left-driving, and because of the discrepancy between exchange rate and cost-of-living I’d essentially be paying a 60% foreigner markup on everything. Still, it would be neat.
Dream Wedding: *shrug*
Dream pet: When I was a kid, I wanted a pet corn snake. I was turned off from the idea by learning that I’d have to feed it mice, but maybe an insectivorous snake, or maybe I could deal with the mice thing now.
Dream job: I wish I knew.
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A loaf of bread made in the first century AD, which was discovered at Pompeii, preserved for centuries in the volcanic ashes of Mount Vesuvius. The markings visible on the top are made from a Roman bread stamp, which bakeries were required to use in order to mark the source of the loaves, and to prevent fraud. (via Ridiculously Interesting)
(sigh) I’ve seen these before, but this one’s particularly beautiful.
I feel like I’m supposed to be marveling over the fact that this is a loaf of bread that’s been preserved for thousands of years, and don’t get me wrong, that’s hella cool. But honestly, I’m mostly struck by the unexpected news that “bread fraud” was apparently once a serious concern.
Bread Fraud was a huge thing, Bread was provided to the Roman people by the government – bakers were given grain to make the free bread, but some of them stole the government grain to use in other baked goods and would add various substitutes, like sawdust or even worse things, to the bread instead. So if people complained that their free bread was not proper bread, the stamp told them exactly whose bakery they ought to burn down.
Bread stamps continued to be used at least until the Medieval period in Europe. Any commercially sold bread had to be stamped with an official seal to identify the baker to show that it complied with all rules and regulations about size, price, and quality. This way, rotten or undersized loaves could be traced back to the baker. Bakers could be pilloried, sent down the streets in a hurdle cart with the offending loaf tied around their neck, fined, or forbidden to engage in baking commercially ever again in that city. There are records of a baker in London being sent on a hurdle cart because he used an iron rod to increase the weight of his loaves, and another who wrapped rotten dough with fresh who was pilloried. Any baker hurdled three times had to move to a new city if they wanted to continue baking.
If you have made bread, you are probably familiar with a molding board. It’s a flat board used to shape the bread. Clever fraudsters came up with a molding board that had a little hole drilled into it that wasn’t easily noticed. A customer would buy his dough by weight, and then the baker would force some of that dough through the hole, so they could sell and underweight loaf and use the stolen dough to bake new loafs to sell. Molding boards ended up being banned in London after nine different bakers were caught doing this. There were also instances of grain sellers withholding grain to create an artificial scarcity drive up the price of that, and things like bread.
Bread, being one of the main things that literally everyone ate in many parts of the world, ended up with a plethora of rules and regulations. Bakers were probably no more likely to commit fraud than anyone else, but there were so many of them, that we ended up with lots and lots of rules and records of people being shifty.
Check out Fabulous Feasts: Medieval Cookery and Ceremony by Madeleine Pelner Cosman for a whole chapter on food laws as they existed in about 1400. Plus the color plates are fantastic.
Holy shit.
Bread is serious fucking business.
Man the bread fandom don’t put up with shit at all.
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Headcanon: the ‘popcorn’ button on the tardis microwave causes all corn within a two mile radius to violently explode
why am i laughing so hard?
just imagine they land in like Iowa and decide they want to watch a movie
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akisawana asked: Tucker wished, suddenly and desperately, for his father.
See, the thing about Wash was that the guy would probably live out the rest of his days eating nothing but military-issue ration bars. Given the chance, he’d stoically chew his way to the eventual heat-death of the universe. And Caboose might have a sweet tooth big enough to bore down to the center of the planet, but put him anywhere near an oven and just, you know. Fire. Death. Explosions. Screaming. All that good stuff.
So basically what this all boiled down to was that Tucker was currently the only person in Blue Base who, as the son of a moderately famous pastry chef, had the first idea how to bake a cake.
“Listen up, fuckers,” he said. Caboose blinked at him. The rest of the room echoed emptily “Fucker,“ he amended. “I’m sick of what passes for food around here, so I am gonna bake a cake, I am gonna do it once, it is gonna be fucking incredible, and we are never gonna speak of it again.”
Caboose’s voice rose to a deafening stage-whisper. “Is it Agent Wash’s birthday?”
“Sure,” Tucker said. “That works. Fuck it. Happy birthday, Agent Asshole. And what I need from you, Caboose, is—”
“To be as far away from the kitchen as humanly possible,” Caboose intoned.
“Farther,” said Tucker, checking one of the base’s cupboards for something he could use as a substitute for eggs. “Why are all the cupboards full of beef jerky?”
He glanced up. The kitchen counter was, impossibly, on a whole lot of fire. “Tucker did it,” Caboose said.
Tucker sighed and rested his forehead against the cheap plastic of the wall, trying to drag back childhood memories of a warm kitchen and raised, laughing voices. The smell of fresh dough. The smell of burning sugar. He wondered, vaguely, whether the Sangheili had pasty chefs.
Then he sighed and reached out for the extinguisher, which was, of course, already on fire.
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