Stars were
born from
the smiles
of people
like you.
my uncle and aunt were arguing over who had to drive home then we heard my aunt say “babe look” and she started chugging a bottle of wine
uhm actually saying “go touch grass” is really offense because some people are allergic to grass and you’re basically telling them to kill themselves via fjdjfhskdiewnaldkskjdjenw 10;8:!/&&/ snjdjdjdjebssk xdmdmw 7 (walked into an electric fence)
diversity win! the person who is using an electroshock weapon against you over and over is using your preferred pronouns!
ID: Tumblr tags reading #good. taze xem again. /End ID
diversity win! this post about you being electrocuted is now accessible to screen readers.
wholesome interactions i saw in the metro :’(
another wholesome interaction i saw recently
Amputees continue to be funnier than the rest of us.
If you can’t laugh at yourself…
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Y'ever think about what absolute mad decadence we live in that "vanilla" means "plain"
Anytime someone says 'it's just vanilla ice cream' I have to restrain myself from saying, "ah yes, the flavor produced by the seeds of a tropical orchid, a flower which blossoms for a single day before dying, the second most expense spice in the world. Just that."
Historically, the spices I have in my cabinet are an embarrassment of riches. I have there a large container of whole black peppercorns which I grate fresh over my food. Multiple containers of cinnamon because I forgot I already had some. Ginger, cardamom, red pepper flakes, whole cloves and ground, nutmeg and turmeric. Kings and emperors have not eaten food so well spiced.
I have vanilla ice cream in my freezer (cold! frozen! when the rich would pay fortunes to send for ice from mountains to chill fruit in the summers). I am going to put on my silk robe, fix myself a bowl, and feast.
It's wild when you put it like that. I've pouches and jars of exotic spices from halfway across the globe just chilling in my cupboard. I have bags of spices my wealthiest ancestors possibly never heard of.
I am not a rich man and yet last week I made butter chicken using garam masala, turmeric, ginger, cumin, coriander and fenugreek. The rice I cooked had whole cloves, black pepper, turmeric and cardamon pods in it. This was a cheap meal for me, I live in North-Western Europe on a shitty cold island and casually use tropical spices every single day.
I have separate 100g bags of whole and ground jeera because it's more convenient for me to own twice as much than to grind what I have when I need it.