#alsatian mix

[mintendo-nameboy]

i miss her, shes mixed grey hound and german shepard

Spring 2020

#diary #photo diary #mine #photography #alsatian mix #doggo #grey hound #german shepard

[petermorwood]

Flammkuchen / Tarte Flambeé / "German pizza"

This evening I found a slab of Speck (strong-smoked bacon) in the freezer that I didn't know we had, there was half an onion and a tub of Lithuanian sour cream in the fridge, so @dduane decided to try Flammkuchen.

Originally, so the story goes, it was made by bakers as a pre-thermometer way to check the temperature of their wood-fired ovens (and provide a quick snack at the same time).

Tarte flambée is the French name, but "German Pizza" or indeed any sort of pizza it certainly isn't; there's neither tomato sauce nor cheese, and no yeast in the dough.

Whether it's German or French depends on who you ask, since it originates from the province of Alsace, an area which has changed hands a lot in the past couple of centuries and whose ownership has been A Source Of Friction Between Guess Who for almost as long.

To stay neutral, the recipe DD used is Swiss. ;->

Here's the translation:

*****

Alsatian tarte flambée

This delicious speciality from Alsace is also ideal for an aperitif. Thinly rolled bread dough with sour cream, onions and bacon cubes!

350g flour (12½ oz) 1.25 tsp salt 2 dl water (6.7 US fl oz / .42 US pt) 2 tbsp olive oil 200 g crème fraîche / sour cream (7 oz) 2 onions (we had less, so used less...) 120 g farmer's (thick, well-smoked) bacon in slices (4¼ oz) a small grind of pepper

And this is how it's done:

Mix flour and salt in a bowl. Pour in water and oil, mix and knead into a soft, smooth dough. Form the dough into a ball, cover and let it rest at room temperature for about 30 minutes.

Preheat oven to 240 degrees (464 F). Halve the dough and roll it out into an oval shape about 3 mm thick (1/10 inch) on a lightly floured surface. Place the dough on two baking sheets lined with baking paper.

Spread the crème fraîche / sour cream over the dough, leaving a border of approx. 1 cm (½ inch) free all around. Peel the onions, cut them into fine rings, cut the bacon into strips, spread both over the crème fraîche / sour cream and season.

Baking per tray: approx. 12 minutes each on the bottom shelf of the oven.

*****

Since this was our first time making Flammkuchen, we baked them one at a time to check for errors. There were none (Swiss recipe!) and 12 minutes was exactly right to produce this result both times:

DD needs to be careful because of IBS so they were made with mostly bacon on one side, mostly onion on the other, and with a glass of cool white wine they made an excellent Sunday supper.

Next time, now we know how well this recipe works, we'll be more generous with the toppings. :->

Incidentally, rather than baking-trays or the pizza stone we need to replace (ceramic utensils, tile floors and gravity Do Not Mix Well) we used the cast-iron griddle which in summer often goes on the BBQ...

... and gave the oven a thorough pre-heating, then transferred the Flammkuchen in and out with a peel, all of which worked splendidly.

That tip about using baking paper is excellent, BTW: no sticking, no spillage, no washing up. I bet it'll work with other things as well.

Like, for instance, more Flammkuchen... ;->

#food and drink #Flammkuchen #“German pizza” #sour cream onion & bacon tart

[cherryatombomb]

Bewitch You

John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

tags: fluff, meet cute, little to no angst.

read on ao3 here :)

A life of simplicity was something Simon never, truly, saw himself having. Even back when he was a butcher, he never expected it to last. Something in the back of his mind insisted that he keep on guard – and, well, look where it got him. He could barely look himself in the mirror, these days.  

So, it was forgivable that, now he’d been discharged from the military, and was living a supposedly normal life, he just felt... ill at ease.  

He had a house, now. A big, empty house, all for himself. He had a garden, he had house plants, he had his own little conservatory. And it was weird.  

For the first month, he didn’t even sleep on his bed. He slept on the floor. It made more sense, to him – it felt more comfortable. If something were to come, in the middle of the night, it wouldn’t be as difficult to wake up.  

That and the bed was too fucking soft. Christ, that mattress felt like sinking into a marshmallow – how the hell do people sleep like that? 

Still, months passed, and he only felt somewhat like he was losing in mind. In Ghost’s head, that was progress.  

Eventually, Price seemed to tire of Ghost’s constant irritation. Supposedly, his former Commander wanted peace and quiet, and not Ghost always calling him to gripe about how soft his mattress was, or how quiet his neighbourhood was, or-- 

You get the gist.  

 So, here he was. Two months later, after Price’s suggestion. He was sat upon his sofa, looking down at the small creature sat on his lap, staring up at him. Fearless little bugger, the dog was so small that he was sure some of his boots towered over it, yet he didn’t seem fussed. Grey fur, messy and tousled, and piercing blue eyes that seem fixed on him.  

An emotional support animal. 

On the way to his shelter, he thought about getting a stereotypical one. The sort that could defend him at home – a German Shepard, or an Alsatian, or a Doberman. And don’t get him wrong, there were plenty there. In fact, the person showing him around the adoption centre seemed to be encouraging him towards one of those.  

But then he saw Frank.  

Frank was a mutt. A chihuahua, probably, mixed with something else. He had wiry fur, and despite his small stature, he barked like hell when Simon approached the cage.  

“This is Frank,” the worker said, a sheepish look in their eyes, “He’s... a handful. His last owner was not... the greatest. He’s been neglected, abused. He’s not good with children, or... a lot of other things. He barks a lot.” 

Well, Simon had been sold.  

Fuck, Price was going to laugh like hell when told about the dog he’d adopted.  

So he looked down at Frank, watching the dog appraise him.  

“You want to go on a walk?” 

A bark was his only response. Perfect.  

Gently nudging the dog out of his lap, he grabbed the lead he’d bought, alongside the harness. Frank grumped and growled about the whole situation, but, for some reason, decided Simon was trustworthy enough for now, and allowed it to happen.  

Within the next ten minutes, they headed outside. In hindsight, it must look pretty strange. Ghost, being a tall man, muscled, scarred, lower half of his face covered up with a facemask (part of him still missed the full balaclava, but he recognized he couldn’t wear that around a neighbourhood without looking like a burglar), and here he was with his dog, a pipsqueak who was eyeing everything angrily.  

It was an arduous walk, for the most part. The list of things Frank didn’t like was increasing by the minute: big dogs, little dogs, men who walk too fast, bikes, kites, frisbees... Ghost could continue, but he won’t. Part of him could relate, though. All those mundane things just felt threatening, now. Painful. So, he understood Frank, greatly.  

Eventually, the duo made it just outside Simon’s house. Frank, despite having not spent much time there, seemed to realize that this was home, and relaxed a lot more. Perhaps he’d take him to a more secluded place, next time – the park wasn’t ideal for either of them.  

It was only as they were just moving onto Simon’s driveway that something ruined the calm that had settled over Frank – a loud, purring engine could be heard, and he recognized it as a motorbike. Frank seemed to tense, and a growl escaped him, all his fur seeming to go on one end. Poor guy. Loud noise like that must be overwhelming, with little ears. He tried to do what felt right – in one fell swoop, he crouched down, and lifted Frank into his arms. The little dog fit perfectly there.  

Only then did he look up, seeking the source of the noise. A nice motorbike came driving down the road, and Frank’s barks only grew more incessant the closer it got. The bike didn’t drive away, though. No, instead, it pulled into the driveway next to Ghost’s.  

Oh, Christ, it was his neighbour.  

He’d seen the house up for sale for a while, now, and saw it’d been sold the past month. He’d never fully sussed if the people had moved in until now, though.  

Before he could rush himself and the still-growling Frank inside, Ghost realized he’d been staring at the biker, and the biker, now parked, was staring back. It was difficult to tell, through the visor, whether he was staring at Frank or Simon, though.  

He tried to turn, walk inside, but as the motorbike shut off, he heard the man slip off his bike, and then approach. Frank’s growling intensified.  

“Hey there,” His new neighbour said, slipping off his helmet. Simon blinked a few times as he looked him over. Somebody up there, if heaven existed, fucking hated him. A fucking mohawk, the prettiest blue eyes he’d seen, and a fucking gorgeous face – the man was handsome. His neighbour was every part his type.  

Ghost was in hell.  

This cushy little neighbourhood, and this nice suburban house, was his personal hell. At least he had Frank, to keep him somewhat sane.  

“Feisty little fella, ain’t he?” The man asked, a smile quirking his pretty lips. Still in Simon’s arms, Frank seemed to settle somewhat, but was eyeing this mystery man with a great deal of suspicion.  

“Sorry - I’m your neighbour. Name’s John MacTavish. Moved myself in just the other day,” One of his hands offered out for a handshake, and Simon’s heart hammered at the thought of shaking his hand. 

What the hell was wrong with him? 

… Ah, shit, he’d been leaving him hanging.  

Adjusting Frank so he was carefully cradled in one hand, Simon offered out his own – gloved – hand, and shook John’s. “Simon,” he introduced, “and he’s Frank,” 

“Frank? Oh, he’s a handsome man,” John cooed, “Can I say hi?” 

Simon swallowed, and then crouched down, and placed Frank on the ground. “...Yeah.” 

Rather than scare Frank by looming over him, John placed his helmet on the ground behind him, and then sat, cross-legged, on the floor, holding out a hand for the dog. Simon only watched, silently, as Frank tentatively sniffed John’s hand, and then his tail slowly began to wag. The little dog stepped closer, nudging against Johnny’s leather-coated leg, and then hopped into his lap.  

“He likes you,” Simon commented.  

The smile that crossed John’s lips made his heart freeze. Fuck, he wanted to see him smile like that more often.  

Ghost felt almost like he’d been possessed. Maybe was something was wrong with him. A fever? A mental break? Maybe living outside of warfare, living a peaceful life, for a few months, had left his mind deteriorating.  

He didn’t just get crushes on people.  

Something was wrong.  

“I’m glad!” John replied, using his teeth to tug off one of his gloves, a movement that was obscenely hot, and so fucking unfair. “Just doesn’t like the bike, does he? That’s fair. Noisy thing, aye?” He chuckled. 

“And the helmet.” Simon informed. 

“And the helmet,” John agreed, “So scary,” 

“And dogs. And tree branches. And bicycles. And frisbees. And...” He trailed off, a dry amusement in his tone.  

“Very sensible phobias. Who knows when a tree branch’ll conk you in the head? Or a cyclist will roll over your feet? Frank seems like a reasonable man,” John said, looking up at Simon with a smile. 

“Frank’s scared of everything, Johnny,” Ghost informed, though his lips twitched upwards in amusement. Fucking hell, was he smiling? Maybe this was a mental break.  

“Well,” Johnny began, still gently petting the dog, who had now decided that he enjoyed his company, “Can’t blame him for it. Little man, big world. Guess it’s nice he’s got a guy like you to look after him, eh?” 

Simon Riley wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t. If anybody dare insinuate he was, he’d-- 

“It’s been good meeting you, and meeting Frank,” Johnny finally coaxed the little dog out of his lap and righted himself to a stand. Frank bumped his head against his leg, and then stepped away, returning to his usual duties of sniffing the grass, and eyeing any butterflies around suspiciously. “Gotta do some baking. My niece lives nearby, got a bake sale at school, I offered to help. Never quite figured out how to make cupcakes without burning them, but I’ll get it,” he grinned, squatting down to pick up his helmet. “I’ll see you around, hey?” 

Simon nodded, glancing down at Frank, and trying to figure out how any of this worked. He was just a normal man, having a conversation with another normal man, who was his neighbour. That worked. He could do that.  

“Sure,” he agreed, weakly. Fucking hell, he could hear the rest of the 141 laughing at him now, overly their weekly drinks. How could a few months make him lose his touch like this? 

Then Johnny smiled again, and waved, and turned around, and Simon decided it wasn’t quite so bad. 

Not when he had a view like that. A cursory glance around showed him that nobody had noticed him rather obviously staring at Johnny’s ass, but nobody did. Well, except for Frank, who was staring at him like he was judging him for everything.  

Simon returned that look, for just a moment, before he walked back inside, and locked the door behind him. He took the harness off Frank, who ran into the living room and hopped up onto the sofa using the small stepping stool Ghost had left him. Ghost joined him on the sofa, after a moment. He turned on a movie, just for the background noise, trying to distract his mind.  

His mind never stopped buzzing about Johnny, however. His new neighbour.  

Fuck, he already had it bad for him. Maybe he should bake him some cakes. Just for... a housewarming gift, right? For his neighbour's niece.  

Just... well... he hadn’t had much experience of making cupcakes.  

It couldn’t be too difficult, right?  

#hellooo #im back #maybe #got sad #but now ive returned #no angst here #pure fluff :) #frank the dog looks like a gremlin #as god intended #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mw2

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 1, 9 janvier 1897, Paris. No. 14. — Panorama de toilettes d'hiver. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Explication des gravures:

(1) Costume de jeune femme en drap satiné améthyste. Jupe unie presque plate garnie devant d'une bande de drap parchemin brodée et posée sur un dépassant en velours pensée.

Petite jaquette courte avec revers châle découpés en carré, en drap parchemin appliqué sur velours.

Cravate en dentelle d'application. Manches drapées dans le haut avec revers crispin. Manchon en vison garni d'appliques de drap brodé.

Capote en violettes russes avec nœud de velours pervenche.

(1) Young woman's costume in amethyst satin cloth. Almost flat plain skirt trimmed in front with a band of embroidered parchment cloth and placed on a pansy velvet overhang.

Small short jacket with square-cut shawl lapels, in parchment cloth applied to velvet.

Application lace tie. Draped sleeves at the top with cuffs. Mink muff trimmed with embroidered cloth appliqués.

Hat in Russian violets with periwinkle velvet bow.

Matériaux: 6 mètres de drap en 140, 1 mètre de drap parchemin, 1m,50 de velours, 8 mètres de polonaise pour doublure.

—

(2) Costume jeune fille en drap vert mélèze. Jupe patineuse presque plate et un peu courte garnie de tresses noires posées devant.

Petite veste courte garnie de trois ganses tout autour, ouverte devant sur une chemisette de velours maïs.

Empiècement de drap garni de tresses et encadré d'une petite bande d'astrakan. Col rabattu.

Toque de velours noir chiffonné garni d'une jarretière de satin bleu pâle faisant chou sur le côté. Aigrette paradis.

(2) Young girl's suit in larch green cloth. Almost flat and slightly short skater skirt trimmed with black braids placed in front.

Little short jacket trimmed with three braids all around, open in front on a maize velvet shirt.

Yoke of cloth trimmed with braids and framed with a small band of astrakhan. Folded collar.

Crumpled black velvet toque trimmed with a pale blue satin garter running down the side. Egret paradise.

Matériaux: 6 mètres de drap, 8 mètres de doublure, 1 pièce de tresse mohair.

—

(3) Toilette simple our promenade. Jupe et corsage en cachemire drap noir uni.

Collet en velours du nord, garni de caracul formant un col découpé en dents rondes. Col Valois évasé.

Bord de caracul autour du collet. Manchon de caracul. Chapeau fait d'un grand nœud alsacien en velours. Garniture de roses rouges.

(3) Simple walking ensemble. Skirt and bodice in plain black cloth cashmere.

Capelet in northern velvet, trimmed with caracul forming a collar cut into round teeth. Flared Valois collar.

Caracul edge around the collar. Caracul muff. Hat made of a large velvet Alsatian bow. Garnish of red roses.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de cachemire drap en 120, 8 mètres de doublure.

—

(4) Costume tailleur pour jeune femme en lainage anglais nuances mélangées.

Jupe plate. Le lé du devant, garni de piqûres et d'un dépassant de drap mordoré, est boutonné dans le bas par deux pattes.

Veste avec basques à créneaux avec doubles revers garnis de piqûres et de biais.

Chapeau de feutre garni d'ailes.

(4) Tailored suit for young women in mixed shades of English wool.

Flat skirt. The front strip, trimmed with stitching and an overhanging bronze cloth, is buttoned at the bottom with two tabs.

Jacket with slotted basques with double lapels trimmed with stitching and bias binding.

Felt hat trimmed with wings.

Matériaux: 8 mètres de lainage en 1m,10, 8 mètres de polonaise ou alpaga pour doublure.

—

(5) Costume pour dames de 35 à 40 ans en drap bleu foncé. Jupe unie. Veste douillette de forme droite entièrement doublée de fourrure ou de ouatine. Col revers et garniture en skungs. Boutons olives en passementerie noire.

Chapeau de velours chiffonné avec nœud de satin et aigrette noire sur le côté.

(5) Suit for ladies aged 35 to 40 in dark blue cloth. Plain skirt. Cozy straight-cut jacket fully lined with fur or fleece. Lapel collar and skung trim. Olive buttons in black trimmings.

Crumpled velvet hat with satin bow and black aigrette on the side.

Mat��riaux: 6 mètres de drap en 140, 4 mètres de ouatine pour doublure en 1 mètre de large, 4 mètres d'alpaga pour doublure de la jupe.

—

(6) Toilette élégante pour jeune femme en lainage vert broché noir. Jupe formant un pli creux sur le devant. Godets par derrière. Biais de drap vert dans le bas.

Jaquette ronde très courte garnie de revers carrés et d'un dépassant de drap vert, et s'ouvrant sur un gilet court en tissu pareil à la robe laissant voir une chemisette de mousseline de soie plissée formée de quatre volants.

Haute ceinture de satin noir. Manchon de zibeline. Toquet fait d'un grand nœud de satin noir.

(6) Elegant ensemble for a young woman in black brocaded green wool. Skirt forming an inverted pleat on the front. Buckets from behind. Green cloth bias at the bottom.

Very short round jacket trimmed with square lapels and a green cloth overhang, and opening onto a short waistcoat in fabric similar to the dress revealing a pleated silk muslin chemisette made of four flounces.

High black satin belt. Sable sleeve. Toquet made of a large black satin bow.

Matériaux: 9 mètres de lainage en 1 mètre de large, 0m,80 de drap vert et 14 mètres de petite soie pour doublure.

—

(7) Costume de jeune fille en cheviotte fini bleu foncé. Garniture de drap amadou posée sur le corsage, encadrée de velours bleu foncé, jockeys froncés en drap amadou sur le haut des manches.

Jupe unie avec disposition nouvelle du lé de devant, remontant sur les manches et garnie de biais de velours bleu.

Manchon de loutre.

Chapeau de feutre amadou garni d'une draperie de velours noir faisant des coques sur le côté fixées par des petites roues de strass.

(7) Young girl's suit in dark blue finished cheviotte. Tinder cloth trim laid over the bodice, framed in dark blue velvet, gathered tinder cloth jockeys on the upper sleeves.

Plain skirt with new arrangement of the front length, going up on the sleeves and trimmed with blue velvet bias.

Otter muff.

Tinder felt hat trimmed with a black velvet drapery making shells on the side fixed by small rhinestone wheels.

Matériaux: 6 mètres de cheviotte grande largeur, 2 mètres de drap amadou, 8 mètres de doublure fantaisie.

—

(8) Élégante toilette de jeune femme en drap gris suède. Jupe garnie dans le bas de longues dents découpées en même drap brodé de chenille dahlia. Biais de velours dahlia encadrant les dents.

Blouse de drap brodée de chenille, ouvert devant sur un gilet de peau de soie crème encadré de liséré de velours. Epaulières doubles sur les épaules. Manches de velours dahlia. Ceinture de peau de daim blanc.

Chapeau en velours dahlia garni de nœuds de satin crème et de rose thé.

(8) Elegant young woman's ensemble in gray suede cloth. Skirt trimmed at the bottom with long teeth cut out of the same cloth embroidered with dahlia chenille. Dahlia velvet bias framing the teeth.

Cloth blouse embroidered with chenille, open in front over a cream silk skin waistcoat framed with velvet edging. Double shoulder pads on the shoulders. Dahlia velvet sleeves. White buckskin belt.

Dahlia velvet hat trimmed with cream satin and tea rose bows.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de drap 1m,40; 5 mètres de velours, 15 mètres de petite soie pour doublure.

—

(9) Jaquette de drap pour jeune fille, en drap cuir vert russe fermée par des botons de corne blonde. Col droit à revers. Basque à créneaux.

Chapeau de feutre vert avec fond de velours améthyste drapé. Jarretière de satin même nuance formant cocarde sous le côté. Panache de plumes noires.

(9) Cloth jacket for a young girl, in Russian green leather closed with blond horn buttons. Straight lapel collar. Slotted basque.

Green felt hat with draped amethyst velvet bottom. Satin garter in the same shade forming a rosette under the side. Plume of black feathers.

Matériaux: 2m,50 de drap cuir en grande largeur, 5 mètres de petite soie pour doublure.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1800s #1890s #1897 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #panorama #description #retouch #gutter #Bibliothèque nationale de France #dress #toilette #winter #skating #collar #cape #gigot #yoke #chenille #jacket #costume #suit #walking #promenade #satin #velvet #Valois

[art-of-tek]

Redesigned my (very old) Bolt fan-character Reggie into an OC! Not sure what universe I'll be putting him into yet but I like his new look. Instead of being pure white he's now a very light gray with white markings.

I've no art of his old design anymore but just picture Bolt but with scars. That's basically what he looked like.

[ID: A digitally drawn fullbody of a dog character. He is a very pale gray Alsatian mix with a white spot on his forehead, as well as a white stomach. He has ragged pricked ears, brown eyes and scars on his forehead, cheek, left flank, left forepaw, left haunch and a toe on his right hind paw. He is in walking position with a determined expression. The background is green. End ID.]

#my art #digital art #original character #artists on tumblr #dog #dogs #alsatian #german shepherd #white shepherd #art

[missanthropicprinciple]

HELLO MY LOVE!!! 🖤🎃🧡For the ask game: cat, skeleton, & candles! 🐈‍⬛🩻🕯👻

*BIG HUGS*

Cat: what are the names of your pets?

Sadly, I do not have any pets. But I did spend a lot of time with the neighbor dog Smoky. He was a Collie and Alsatian mix. So gentle and sweet.

Skeleton: have you ever broken a bone?

No! However, I'm pretty sure I had a frontal bone skull fracture, about a quarter of an inch wide, because that part of my head was sore to the touch for a year afterward. (In 2018 I lost consciousness when I had an allergic reaction to garlic and slammed my head against a wall which split my skin above my left eyebrow while I had a goose-egg on the right side where I think the fracture was.)

Candles: what’s your favourite scent?

If I believed in heaven it would smell like sweet peas. The scent of those flowers is truly amazing. But I also love chili pepper powder and the sea and half a dozen perfumes. LOL

#halloween ask #ask me

[brightgnosis]

I took a break from cleaning and we braved WalMart* together for a moment.

Lemme tell ya, the WS' double and triple takes have been coming out of the woodwork since Thanksgiving. Hooooo boy; going out with my head wrapped is becoming a chore this last month, and I am SO THANKFUL I have a husband who constantly gets mistaken for an ex-con / ex-spec ops / ex-biker / general "fuck around and find out, I dare you, because I WILL put you 12 feet under for fucking with my Wife" kind of mf. Ooph)

We got a new trash can since my dumb butt managed to break our other one a month or so ago (I literally have no idea how). But I also bought the ingredients for Choucroute Garnie- which is apparently a traditional Alsatian (slash potentially Pennsylvanian Dutch? The article's a tad confusing) Pork and Sauerkraut New Years meal. So that's mark 2 for a new Ancestral food region- and it was damned good, actually.

I bought some of that really thick backstrap Bacon for it, and some Cajun style Rice and Pork Sausages. Instead of White Wine, though, I used some of the leftover Hard Cider I still had from one of the Porter's events because it's what I had and I didn't want to open a bottle of white wine just for this (plus, we drink sweet and it called for dry White 🤮); just enough to kind of re-wet the Beer Sauerkraut I bought, after I'd strained it ... And all the spices tossed in (Juniper Berry, Mixed Peppercorn Blend, Bay Leaf, and Clove) really just ... Makes it, honestly.

I served it with some Red Potatoes and Onions, nice and crispy fried up in all the grease that was leftover from frying the bacon, with a dash of Garlic and Thyme 🤤 So damned good.

My stomach seems to be handling it great, too, which is always a huge bonus right now given everything- unlike last night's Chicken Soup, sadly; the soup did go down eventually, but my stomach had one hell of a hard time with it and I still got nauseous.

Going to take another break, then try and finish as much of the cleaning as I can finally- then get the Smoke Cleansing done and the Ancestor offerings laid out; I bought some Lemon Muffins for them, and I'm going to make some Ivan-Chai with Linden Honey ... Maybe I can bribe them into giving me a better year next year 🤣

Would be great (and sure would make it easier) if my Neuropathy wasn't acting back up again, though.

#Personal #Life of a Disabled Homemaker #Food Is The Ultimate Love Language #Calendar Nonsense #Religion and Magic #Ancestral Connections #2022 #NonTrad Housewife #My Experiments In Food #NonTrad Homemaker #Pagan Homemaker #Pagan Housewife #Homemaker #Homemaking #Housewife #NonTrad Homemaking #Pagan Homemaking #Hearthkeeper #Vintage Recipes

[phytoremediator]

interior, boutique store: larry david is in the middle of telling a story: "... and so I looked down at my shoe and there was my dear brother, squished under my heel. For some reason, now they're having a sale! Hush money!" customer 1: "This is $14.99 so it's only $2." customer 2: "ah, so everything under $15 is now $2." customer 3, seinfeld, who is a woman, glancing at a musty philosophy tome that is comically long (10,000 pages) but otherwise has normal book dimensions: "Huh. This one was marked down for being 'musty'. Only $14 now." larry david overhears the price: "that's two dollars now." He sees the philosophy tome cover. "Hey you think they got anything about having a fire sale because a customer stepped on a tiny brother? Like sales ethics or something?" They make eye contact. --- Interior, police station office. for some reason, Miss Seinfeld is now the police social media manager for the police chief, who is George Costanza, for some reason. George pats her on the shoulder lightly as he leaves his office: "You know, you're a smart cookie. I'm sure you can figure out all the new apps now that twitter is *hand across neck motion, mouth sound effect*. Have a great evening!" George walks away. Seinfeld looks at her phone, over shoulder camera view: "Cocoon? Mound? Hive? Patch? What do they think we are, bugs?" --- interior, mid-price european food restaurant. Seinfeld sits down at her table, apparently waiting for someone. She's still carrying the musty tome and a bag of $2 knick-knacks. She sees another woman at a a nearby table. Seinfeld: "Hey did you go to that fire sale too? Didn't know they had... dogs." The woman has four dogs and several paper shopping bags with her. New Character: "Can you believe it? This Alsatian munchkin Chihuoodle mix, two dollars!" there are three similar, also confused dogs. she ignores her haul and jaunts over to Seinfeld's table and sits down. NC says "Hey haven't I seen you before?" Seinfeld is flustered and begins trying to say something. The other patron looks on intently, chewing gum loudly. Before anyone can speak, a waiter comes over and says, "Now what can I get you lovely ladies tonight? Now before you order, we must disclose that there was an accident in the restaurant last night and so all of our regular wine bottles are only $2." enter larry david

#I saw it in a dream #trans seinfeld #I have never watched a full episode of seinfeld #who is larry david #dream log

[bjornolf-bjarki]

Ok, I have quite a list from the interesting ask meme. Feel free to omit any of these for spoiler reasons!

4, 17, 27, 30, 32, 36 and 38

I am very intrigued 👀

Thanks, @rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth! 4: He's about as tall as Alucard. Though his friend TJ (I'll reveal more about the other ocs sometime) is even taller than that.

17: He has an American Alsatian dog named Kain, he's a very good and fluffy boy. Kain was trained from birth to be a hunting/battle dog and to protect his owners by Sigurd's brother Joshua.

27: His living space is fairly neat but he's busy with commissions for weapons and armor coming from Eurasia since there is still some fighting going on.

30: Sigurd does have one surviving brother, Rhodri. Rhodri is serving as a mercenary for the King of Normandy to help his family pay the mortgage. He and his brother had been distant since a military disaster in New York when another war kicked off after a few events in the past but they still care for each other.

32: The most valuable thing in his possession? Well, it isn't in his possession, it's with Joshua, in his burial mound on Mount Snowden in Wales. Sigurd isn't of fully Nordic origins, instead, it was a secondary name given to him by his Uncle Wayland Smith, a German immigrant that lives in an autonomous province named Mercia, England. His first real name is Konstantin or Constantine because his father is a Russian immigrant and his mother is a mixed-race Welsh woman who had to adopt his two brothers Joshua and Rhodri after her sister was killed in an accident and was forced to leave Wales after her father, a nearly revolutionary Welsh politician advocating for Welsh independence was framed for connections in an IRA terror attack. And after Joshua died Constantine gave his first sword, forged by his brother mind you, to his burial mound so he could take it to the Welsh Pagan version of the afterlife. This is what it looks like:

36: I would say he is selectively competitive. He mostly just minds his own business with strangers but with his friends, he often gets them into little competitions to see what they could do best and would push themselves further and further for fun. This would rarely happen due to them living in a very hostile conservative town but they have fun still. However, things will change drastically and will force them to move with their families to England so they'll have a hard time having fun for quite some time.

38: He can go either way honestly. As long as he's got something to do around outside or inside he's comfortable. He does hate it when things get fucked up though.

#Ask game #ask #answer #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #oc #ocs #hellsing oc #thanks for the ask

[taevisionceo]

A GIFT 🙏 … ECHOES OF YOU ... A DIFFERENT DAY… A DIFFERENT LUNCH… YOU MAKE MY DAYS

It's my lunchtime 🤪🤪😋😋😋 A GIFT 🙏 … ECHOES OF YOU 👍💫💃🏻🕺 "A DIFFERENT DAY… A DIFFERENT LUNCH… YOU MAKE MY DAYS"

CREAMY ALSATIAN FUSILLI PESTO, GARLIC BUTTER TOMATOES, APPLE 🍏 COMPOTE, FIGS AND PRUNES Alsatian fusilli… BUTTER ME UP Apple compote 🍏 cut the apple in small pieces… in a frying pan, Irish butter and a little amount of olive oil, add apple and stir constantly… add a little amount of water… let the water evaporate… until the apple is tender. Pesto… Irish butter, olive oil, garlic, fresh basil, apple compote 🍐, plum jam, prunes, cream, Parmesan cheese… Garlic Butter Tomatoes While fusilli water is boiling, prepare tomatoes… dice the tomatoes into pieces… add Irish butter to a medium saucepan and cook until bubbling… add garlic and cook for ~1 min Add tomatoes and stir to coat… add sugar, salt, pepper.. let simmer until tomatoes are soft and slightly saucy ~12 min Remove from heat and set aside. Once apple compote, pesto, fusilli are done… mix well… place on top the garlic butter tomatoes.

ORDATE Rioja 🍷

[reddancer1]

PETER SCHICKELE DIES AT 88

Schickele seated barefoot atop a piano, circa 1980s

Back in the '70s, I loved listening to his 33-1/3 rpm records. He was known as the musical parodist behind 'P.D.Q. Bach'.

Johann Peter Schickele (/ˈʃɪkəli/;[1] July 17, 1935 – January 16, 2024) was an American composer, musical educator and parodist, best known for comedy albums featuring his music, which he presented as being composed by the fictional P. D. Q. Bach. He also hosted a long-running weekly radio program called Schickele Mix.[2]

From 1990 to 1993, Schickele's P. D. Q. Bach recordings earned him four consecutive wins for the Grammy Award for Best Comedy Album.[3]

Early life

Johann Peter Schickele was born on July 17, 1935, in Ames, Iowa,[1][4] to Alsatian immigrant parents. His father Rainer Schickele (1905, Berlin – 1989, Berkeley, California) was the son of writer René Schickele and was an agricultural economist teaching at Iowa State University.[5] In 1945, Schickele's father took a position at George Washington University in Washington, D.C., then became chairman of the Agricultural Sciences Department at North Dakota Agricultural College (now North Dakota State University) in Fargo, North Dakota. in 1946.[5]

Schickele (rear) and others at Swarthmore College

In Fargo, the younger Schickele studied composition with Sigvald Thompson of the Fargo-Moorhead Symphony Orchestra. He graduated from Fargo Central High School in 1952, then attended Swarthmore College, graduating in 1957 with a degree in music. He was the first student at Swarthmore to earn a music degree. He was a contemporary of Ted Nelson at Swarthmore, and he scored Nelson's experimental film The Epiphany of Slocum Furlow. It was his first film score.[6] He graduated from the Juilliard School in 1960[7] with a master's degree in musical composition.[8] He studied composition with Roy Harris and Vincent Persichetti.[9]

Early career

Schickele in Milwaukee in 1981

Schickele wrote music for a number of folk musicians, most notably Joan Baez, for whom he also orchestrated and arranged three albums during the mid-1960s, Noël (1966), Joan (1967), and Baptism (1968). He also composed the original score for the 1972 science fiction film Silent Running.[10]

Schickele, an accomplished bassoonist, was also a member of the chamber rock trio the Open Window, which wrote and performed music for the 1969 revue Oh! Calcutta![11] and released three albums.[12][13][14]

The humorous aspect of Schickele's musical career came from his early interest in the music of Spike Jones, whose musical ensemble lampooned popular music in the 1940s and 1950s.[4] While at Juilliard (1959), Schickele teamed with conductor Jorge Mester to present a humorous concert, which became an annual event at the college. In 1965, Schickele moved the concept to The Town Hall (New York City) and invited the public to attend;[4] Vanguard Records released an album of that concert, and the character of "P. D. Q. Bach" was launched.[15] By 1972, the concerts had become so popular that they were moved to Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center.

P. D. Q. Bach

Schickele developed an elaborate parody around his studies of P. D. Q. Bach, the fictional "youngest and the oddest of the twenty-odd children" of Johann Sebastian Bach.[4] Among the fictional composer's "forgotten" repertory are such farcical works as The Abduction of Figaro, Canine Cantata: "Wachet Arf!" (S. K9), Good King Kong Looked Out, the Trite Quintet (S. 6 of 1), "O Little Town of Hackensack", A Little Nightmare Music, the cantata Iphigenia in Brooklyn, the Concerto for Horn and Hardart, and the dramatic oratorio Oedipus Tex, featuring the "Okay Chorale". P. D. Q. Bach is ostensibly a Baroque composer, but Schickele extended his repertoire to parody much more modern works such as Einstein on the Fritz, a parody of his Juilliard classmate Philip Glass.[16]

His fictitious "home establishment" is the University of Southern North Dakota at Hoople, where he reports having tenure as "Very Full Professor" of "musicolology" and "musical pathology". He also invented a range of rather unusual instruments. The most complicated of these is the Hardart, a tone-generating device mounted on the frame of an "automat", a coin-operated food dispenser. This modified automat is used in the Concerto for Horn and Hardart, a play on the name of Horn & Hardart who pioneered the American use of the automat in their restaurants.[1]

Schickele also invented the "dill piccolo" for playing sour notes, the "left-handed sewer flute", the "tromboon" ("a cross between a trombone and a bassoon, having all the disadvantages of both"), the "lasso d'amore", the double-reed slide music stand, the "tuba mirum" (a flexible tube filled with wine), and the "pastaphone" (an uncooked tube of pasta played as a horn).[17]: 153

To a large degree, Schickele's music as P. D. Q. Bach has overshadowed his work as a "serious" composer.[18][19]

Schickele performed two concerts to commemorate the 50th anniversary of his first concert at The Town Hall in New York on December 28 and 29, 2015.[20] He reduced his concert appearances due to health issues, but continued to schedule live concert performances through 2018.[21]

Other musical career

Schickele composed more than 100 original works for symphony orchestra, choral groups, chamber ensemble, voice, television and an animated adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are (which he also narrated).[15] He made a brief foray into cinema with the Bruce Dern film Silent Running (1972), for which he composed the musical score and co-wrote the original songs "Silent Running" and "Rejoice in the Sun" with Diane Lampert. He also wrote music for school bands, as well as for a number of musicals, including Oh! Calcutta!, and organized numerous concert performances as both musical director and performer. Schickele was active on the international and North American concert circuit.[1]

Schickele's musical creations won him multiple awards. His extensive body of work is marked by a distinctive style which integrates the European classical tradition with an unmistakable American idiom.[22]

Schickele also created such not-quite-P. D. Q. Bach albums as Hornsmoke,[23] Sneaky Pete and the Wolf,[24] and The Emperor's New Clothes.[25]

Schickele's music is published by the Theodore Presser Company.

Radio

As a musical educator he also hosted the classical music educational radio program Schickele Mix, which aired on many public radio stations in the United States (and internationally on Public Radio International). The program began in 1992; lack of funding ended the production of new programs by 1999, and rebroadcasts of the existing programs finally ceased in June 2007.[26] Only 119 of the 169 programs were in the rebroadcast rotation, because earlier shows contained American Public Radio production IDs rather than ones crediting Public Radio International. In March 2006, some of the other "lost episodes" were added back to the rotation,[2] with one notable program remnant of the "Periodic Table of Musics", listing the names of musicians and composers as mythical element names in a format reminiscent of the periodic table.[27]

Personal life

Schickele married poet Susan Sindall on October 27, 1962.[28] His children, Matt and Karla, are both musicians. The two played together in the trio Beekeeper in the 1990s.[29] Karla is also an orchestral music composer.

Schickele's brother David Schickele (1937–1999) was a film director and musician.[30]

Peter Schickele died at his home in Bearsville, New York, on January 16, 2024, at the age of 88.[1] ~ wikipedia.com

[artlifegallery]

The history of the Alsatian dog is as fascinating as the breed itself. The breed’s origins date back to the late 19th century in Germany. It was originally developed as a herding and working dog, specifically to manage and protect flocks of sheep. The breeding process involved a mix of various local herding dogs, and as a result, the German Shepherd was born.

#dog

[negativepeanuthoarder]

sorry i saw your tags on the pitbull post and i have so many dog thoughts that i need to share constantly: german shepherds probably don't have as much of the same stigma around them because. well. theyre the most common police dog & an ""american"" dog (re: very often owned by white families when not used as a weapon for police work) (german shepherds were - for awhile - renamed "Alsatian" / "Alsatian wolf-dog" post WWII for. obvious reasons) alongside golden & labrador retrievers. anti-pitbull talking points are often also racist - pitbulls are usually associated with lower-class families, and lower-class neighborhoods and black neighborhoods are. usually the same. so a lot of the pitbull stigma also comes from racism. and the r/banpitbulls idiots looove their racism

Oh yeah that unfortunately makes a lot of sense :/

And it’s really really sad that pitbulls have such a stigma around them - I volunteered at a shelter for a while and the dogs there were mostly pitbulls/pitbull mixes and they were all pretty friendly - the biggest problem was that they pulled on leashes lol.

I also think a lot of my personal dislike of German Shepherds comes from the fact I’ve had them unprovoked lunge at me before and their owners will brush it off as “oh he’s just playing!” - considering a lot of that happened when I was really little and they like weighed the same as I did it was really terrifying haha

obviously not all German shepherds are like that but they still make me kind of nervous

#asks by peanut #This ended up turning into a story time about why I’m nervous around German shepherds lol

[unlimitedvisit]

Best Places To Visit In France Outside Of Paris

France is a country that offers a wealth of stunning destinations outside of Paris. Here are some of the best places to visit in France outside of Paris:

Provence: Experience the charm of Provence with its lavender fields, picturesque villages like Gordes and Roussillon, and the beautiful city of Aix-en-Provence. Explore the vibrant markets, indulge in delicious local cuisine, and visit historic sites like the Palais des Papes in Avignon.

French Riviera: Discover the glamorous French Riviera, with its sparkling Mediterranean coastline and luxurious resorts. Visit iconic cities like Nice, Cannes, and Saint-Tropez, relax on beautiful beaches, and explore the charming old towns.

Loire Valley: Immerse yourself in the enchanting Loire Valley, known for its magnificent châteaux and vineyards. Explore fairy-tale castles like Château de Chambord and Château de Chenonceau, and enjoy wine tastings in the region's renowned vineyards.

Bordeaux: Experience the wine capital of France, Bordeaux, renowned for its world-class vineyards and historic architecture. Take a wine tour, visit the Cité du Vin wine museum, and stroll along the elegant waterfront.

Alsace: Discover the charming region of Alsace, known for its colorful half-timbered houses and vineyards. Visit picturesque towns like Strasbourg and Colmar, explore the beautiful Route des Vins (Wine Route), and indulge in Alsatian cuisine.

Normandy: Explore the historic region of Normandy with its rich heritage. Visit the stunning Mont Saint-Michel, tour the D-Day landing beaches, and explore the charming port town of Honfleur.

These destinations in France offer a mix of natural beauty, cultural heritage, and gastronomic delights that will captivate visitors beyond Paris.

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#France #outside of Paris #Provence #French Riviera #Loire Valley #Bordeaux #Alsace #Normandy

[weirdthamstow]

The following is one of the first reports that came to my email address. I've subsequently met with the eyewitness and found them to be very sincere and down to earth.

They asked that I don't publish their identity, So out of respect for them I've left out their name. They did however - comically - say that I can include their dogs name which I have done.

What follows is an excerpt from this email. I have edited it somewhat for grammar and style.

"I'm not sure if what happened to me takes place within walthamstow but it's close enough I think that you may be interested to know what happened to me.

"I would like to make it clear that I'm not the sort of person who's interested in ghosts or anything of that kind. I don't even watch fantasy films. However what happened to me, or rather what I saw I don't have any rational explanation for. So I'm writing this in the hope that you could find some kind of sensible explanation, which would satisfy me in some way.

"This happened towards the beginning of the pandemic lockdowns, the first lockdowns when people were taking it more seriously. And for the most part I was probably being more careful than most. However I did go out and about on occasion to walk my dog at the southernmost tip of Epping Forest. I'm sure you know the place. I think it's known as the Hollow Ponds area. I am not really sure of the exact date now. But hopefully the fact that it was in the first lockdown narrows it down sufficiently.

"I was walking my dog Which is an Alsatian mix which usually has a very calm temperament. But that morning, I would say It was around 5:30 or 6:00, he was acting very strange in a way that I can't necessarily describe but as a dog owner who knows their dog very well I could tell that there was something off.

For some reason that morning I decided to take a route slightly off the beaten path to the north which, if you like, I could take you to. But the further I went between the trees the more Charlie - that's the name of my dog - was acting agitated. But I continued undeterred. It was already a quiet time in the lockdowns but as we moved on it seemed as if there was absolutely nobody else around. Until Charlie seemed to perk up at what I thought was a child playing ahead of us by themselves. There were two things that were odd about this, the first was that it seemed a very strange time of day for a child to be playing by themselves in the woods apparently unsupervised, and the second was that Charlie, usually a very friendly dog, seemed to become even more agitated at the sight of this child.

"There was another thing that was odd in hindsight and that was the fact that the child seemed to be wearing some quite unusual clothing and extremely large fur coat or something of that sort. I called out to the child because I was concerned for their safety. But they seemingly didn't hear me, so I walked forward towards them taking a reluctant Charlie with me. Who was fighting me every step of the way. And as I came closer to the child I realised that what I had taken for a child in a fur coat was in fact something far stranger.

"What I saw, or what I think I saw, I can only describe as something like Bigfoot or maybe a gorilla. But it wasn't tall like you see Bigfoot in pictures sometimes. It was a squat ugly looking thing. Something like a Bigfoot with dwarfism or something else. On closer inspection I don't think it was a child, I mean a young Bigfoot or something, I can't really explain why but I got the impression that it was a fully grown thing, an adult which just happened to be small in its natural state if you see what I mean.

"As soon as I realised what it was that I was looking at I froze and as I froze it seemed to notice me. I'm not sure why. It turned its head so I could see its face and I would describe it as almost exactly in the middle between a human face and a monkey face. We stayed looking at each other for what seemed like a long time but probably was only seconds or maybe even under a second, then suddenly it darted off between the trees. I'd no interest in following it so as soon as it was out of sight I turned around and took Charlie home. Which I think he was glad of."

I did go with the eyewitness to the location, but there was absolutely nothing unusual seeming about it at that time. This seems to be an event similar to the American Bigfoot sightings, however with a major difference that where the sightings tend to occur in America and Canada are in areas of large wilderness where perhaps some kind of bipedal primate could conceivably be hiding. But Epping Forest in walthamstow is just over 6,000 acres and within a major city with high visitor traffic. The idea that some previously undiscovered bipedal primate could be hiding its existence in such a place just beggars belief.

So what did they witness? That I don't know, there are many possibilities, all of them strange. One explanation I've been toying with is that it was a child in a costume playing a prank. I put this theory to the eyewitness who protested that they would definitely be able to tell the difference between a costume and a living flesh creature in front of them. And that is quite difficult to argue with. I guess time will tell whether any more incidences occur that may shed more light on this strange series of events.

If you live in the walthamstow area and have witnessed something along the same lines, or have any further information that may be relevant please contact me here on this blog.

[art-of-tek]

More old OCs redesigned! This time it's Charly (with the sunglasses), Max (orange and white) and Milo (white)!

Charly (alternatively sometimes spelled Charlie) is one of my oldest OCs from roughly 2010, where he was Lynn's best friend-turned-love interest. This was long before All Lone Ones, mind you. He was originally slated to also make an appearance in All Lone Ones season two, but since that never happened he never appeared in said show! Charly is a very cheerful Kooikerhondje mix who loves befriending others.

Max is another OC who originates from Soldiers of Beyindt, a project I briefly posted about earlier. He was/is its main antagonist! He's a Border collie-Saint Bernard mix, but unlike his brother Dux (who mostly resembles a more lithe Saint Bernard), Max strongly resembles his mother's Border collie side of the family. He doesn't rely on brute strength, but rather smarts and cunning as he knows he can't best Dux in a fight.

Finally there's Milo (who also is a guy, don't let the eyelashes fool you). He appeared from a really old Bolt fan-story I wrote around 2009. In it, Milo was Bolt's long-lost son (in an alternate universe where the Bolt TV-show was actually real) and Milo was being experimented at an animal testing facility on because of his unnatural powers. Milo in the original comic also had a lightning bolt on his flank, though it was shaped differently than Bolt's. For this redesign I took away the whole fan-character-aspect, so now he's just a white shepherd mix OC (because I love his funky semi-perked ears). I imagine he was still being held at an animal testing facility (hence the label in his ear), but he eventually he escaped and became a street dog.

ID below the cut because this description is already long!

[ID: Three digitally drawn fullbodies of dog characters. The first dog is a brown-and-white piebald dog resembling a short-furred Kooikerhondje. He is wearing an orange collar and has black sunglasses on his forehead. His ears are semi-floppy and have dark brown ear tips. His eyes are also brown and he is in a standing pose with one paw lifted and a smile on his face. His background is orange. The second character is a ginger-and-white piebald Border collie-Saint Bernard mix who mostly resembles a Border Collie. He has pricked ears, a semi-long coat and black markings just in front of his eyes. His muzzle is long like a collie's and he is in a walking pose facing away from the viewer, looking over his shoulder. His eyes are pale brown and his expression is menacing. His background is yellow. The final character is a white Alsatian mix with semi-pricked ears, a red collar and a label which says "147" dangling from his left ear. His right ears is torn and he has dark brown eyes. His expression is neutral and the background is pale blue. He is in a sitting pose. End. ID.]

#my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #original character #dog #dogs #kooikerhondje #border collie #saint bernard #alsatian #white shepherd #art #mutt