Ds9 really said, twice, one metaphorical and one literal, that grief ties you to a specific place and time and disrupts the usual linear pattern of the universe. And that when you are grieving you are revolving your life around that one specific spot, and it is so very difficult to escape but you can make a life for yourself despite it. And it makes me fucking cry every time
Ah, the kneejerk ignorance of purity wankers, trying to hassle SubScorp fans about shipping brothers when folks are very obviously talking about the MKX & MK11 iterations of the characters…
And they look out so hard for the well being of the spiders AND the dolphins
@moss-wizard of course this isn’t how we serve it!!
It has to be in a dish with much higher sides, so when we go to cut it and it tries to sliiiiiide away it doesn’t escape and blorp blorp blorp across mom’s nice tablecloth
SLICE YOUR CANNED BOGBERRY GOO INTO DISCS BEFORE SERVING, YOU FILTHY HERETICS.
NO. IT WILL BE SERVED IN PROPER CAN SHAPE, AND WILL HAVE ITSELF SCOOPED INTO WEIRD SHAPES THE WAY THE GODS INTENDED
YOU STAY OUTTA THIS, GOD-QUEEN-EMPEROR. AND TAKE YOUR CERVID STALKERS WITH YOU.
It’s supposed to be served in can shape with two discs already sliced and laying tastefully in front
I have consulted the scriptures and this is variation is still within the bounds of orthodoxy.
Mash the can shape up. We giving the table what they want, chaos in a dish, with a serving spoon.
Not to derail the escalating heresy, but what do dolphins have to do with cranberry bogs?
cranberry is served in its can shape in the can direction, not on its side but on its cylinder
Right but you guys know that ocean spray also sells like. Cranberries. Which you can use to make an actually edible cranberry sauce on the stovetop in 10 minutes of unattended cook time
actual cranberries? ew no thank you. The unprocessed chunky stuff is GROSS.
Look, in my house, we mix it with whipped cream and freeze it in a graham cracker crust for dessert!
Behold, my grandmother’s recipe for Cranberry Surprise:
For the crust, combine 2/3 cup crushed ginger snap crumbs (put them in a large plastic bag and crumble with a rolling pin, or a mug if you don’t have one) with 2 T. of sugar. Press into a 9" pie plate.
For the filling, pour a half-pint of regular whipping cream into a bowl, and beat until stiff. Mix in 2 T. of sugar and ½ tsp. of almond extract.
In another bowl, take a 14 oz. CHILLED can of jellied cranberry sauce and mash it with a potato masher if you’ve got one, or a fork if you don’t. (My mom bought me a potato masher specifically so I could make this dessert at holidays without having to borrow hers.)
Once the log is goo, fold the cranberry sauce into the whipped cream mix. Yes, it’s supposed to be THAT pink.
Pour the pink cream-and-cranberry mix into the crust and freeze for at least 24 hours. Cut and serve immediately upon removal from freezer.
American Horror Food is one of my favorite tumblr post types.
(I make it from real cranberries but if I decide to go with Goo Log, I mash it like the unorthodox godkiller that I am.)
I can only add that I worked in a deep freeze warehouse for a little bit when I was younger. The cranberries would come in loose around Halloween. This big machine would clean, sort, and dump them into 1000 lb wooden bins that would be forklifted and stacked to freeze in the warehouse.
One time, somebody lost control of a bin and broke it open. I would like you to picture a dozen warehouse workers slip sliding around on frozen cranberry ball bearings for hours, trying to clean them up, while you play Yakety Sax in your head. It was a nightmare.
Doesn’t everyone have a special cranberry-from-the-can serving plate and slice-cutting tool! What, are you all just living live Neanderthals?!?!
Oh my ZOD I love that
my brother is a culinary artist. one year he made some amazing cranberry sauce that nobody touched. the next year he made the same sauce, added a thickener, and set it in a ribbed can (he reused a pumpkin can iirc), and it was a hit.
we like the vague can-shaped fruit gelatin. i personally like it even more when it’s home-made.
Ah, in my house we serve this standing up on a plate, and we call it Invisible Can. It is not a holiday dinner without Invisible Can.
Hello international friends, I am delighted to report all of the above is real :)
Not to come in with a steel chair here, but the ideal pairing for cranberry sauce in all forms, and the meat we *should* be serving at Thanksgiving, rather than easy-to-improperly cook turkey that tastes like napkins, is Lamb.
officialmod619 is not a moderator of tumblr. Don’t give them your password. Please report them for phishing. This has been a psa.
just a few… other notes that might be relevant
tumblr will not contact you over dm. and even if they did they would use like, the staff account? but i’m reasonably sure they will only ever email private correspondence with users (because this is how most corporate platforms do things)
tumblr doesn’t give a single flying fuck who you block or why you block them. they’re the ones who gave you that tool. NO website cares who you block or why, unless you’re on xitter, in which case elon musk will cry about it if you block him.
no website worth its salt will ever ask you to confirm your password outside of the login/register/account settings screens. especially not in a dm, guys, come on.
if you get an alarming message of any kind–be that text, email, phone call, dm, fucking snail mail–that demands you comply in handing over information in a limited window of time, you need to already be on edge. that is a red flag. that is the BIGGEST red flag. i’m pretty sure there are scant few scenarios where expediency would be warranted on your part and you’d be contacted by any site staff about it, if there are any at all. they are trying to make you panic so you give them your credit card/passwords/fucking neopoints or whatever. don’t give into that.
if you get an unexpected message from an account you don’t know claiming to be an authority of some kind who needs information from you, you need to be skeptical. extremely so. use your search engine of choice to see if anyone else has seen these messages before. check reddit especially.
phishing scams range from woefully incompetent to extremely convincing, and anyone can fall for them for a variety of reasons, but at their heart they almost always fly directly in the face of established website/bank/mail carrier/etc protocol. stay safe out there.
Ive noticed recently that my generation has… no concept of what the various economic classes actually are anymore. I talk to my friends and they genuinely say things like “at least i can afford a middle class lifestyle with this job because i dont need a roommate for my one bedroom apartment” and its like… oughh
You guys, middle class doesnt mean “a stable enough rented roof over your head,” it means “a house you bought, a nice car or two, the ability to support a family, and take days off and vacations every year with income to spare for retirement savings and rainy days.” If all you have is a rented apartment without a roommate and a used car, you’re lower class. That’s lower class.
And i cant help but wonder if this is why you get kids on tumblr lumping in doctors and actors into their “eat the rich” rhetoric: economic amnesia has blinded you to what the class divides actually are. The real middle class lifestyle has become so unattainable within a system that relies upon its existence that theyve convinced you that those who can still reach it are the elites while your extreme couponing to afford your groceries is the new normal.
We are $242 from unlocking Publick Universal Friend! La Maupin already unlocked & now we’re moving onward. :D
We are on track to at least unlock all of the base pins if we can keep up our current pace – come help a queer & trans-owned and -operated company put together our next collection of pins!
This was on a post discussing shit parents doing a new satanic panic. Valid points all around but. But I’m crying. This is the funniest lie ever, no parody I could come up with this will be this funny. Nonbinary Julius Cesar
