You ever look at these things and think that they’d be freaking delicious?
Like, they’d probably have a texture between hard cheese (like those little cheese cubes you get at Sheetz) and pasta like penne.
You’d just stick your mouth onto it and chomp. Your teeth going through it like you would large pasta like ravioli and lasagna. (without the stuff in them)
They’d be soft, and squishy, and spongey. Perfect.
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Tumblr ads are a wild as tumblr users.
It's either chaotic-
Ex: paint scraping with bite size jerky and cheese cubes inside like it's normal.
Or calling someone out without calling them out with something relatable-
Ex: me getting manscaped ads as soon as I came out as trans to some outer family and wanted to shave my hair myself.
I'm living for this
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Jan 26, 2023 - Andrew Wilder's blog on Home Cheese Making. Cheesemaking stories, links, and resources.
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Wonderful Things That May or May Not Be Wonderful!!!
For giving us a handle for cheese cubes. For allowing us to grow avocado trees in glass bowls. For keeping sandwiches together (or at least making them look different). For helping us tell the doneness of cakes. We salute you toothpicks, you wonderful splinters of wood! We would be lost without you. (Write in with your favorite uses for toothpicks!)
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Nobody mentioned this in the job description he definitely didn't sign up for...
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Oh crap Idate has figured out that empathy does not come naturally to everyone and that he actually owes it to no one
And he also said that yo mama so fat her catchphrase is "that's how I roll"
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You ever find a favourite meal that also very likely the most depressing thing in the world to the public?
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May 13, 2013 - This simple tutorial covers how to make farm cheese at home with only three ingredients
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ill probably make something better l8r but happy 4/13
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It was a cold feeling waring with the warmth blazing in Harry’s very being.
Cold enough to creep like frost over his lungs, stealing his breath, but sputtering and scorching enough, erupting up and out, to boil in his throat. Words not tempered but burnt solid and hard enough to hurt. Their impact worse than any stick or stone.
I trusted you, he wanted to scream, but all that came out were vicious curses unrelenting. Walls breaking apart like promises—it didn’t matter because Harry had trusted him.
“I never took you for a sore loser, Harry.” Tom smiled, cruel and satisfied. “Such a shame.”
He didn’t even know they were playing a game.
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