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biophonies · 5 months
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I come from a long line of people who raised hogs, smoked them in the earth as technique inherited from indigenous kin (who - more broadly - introduced the west to the method: more on that here!) and seasoned them beautifully.
so pork specifically meant a lot to my family... but it is also undeniably tied to hereditary health problems...
so here's a story on how we departed from that, what tradition even is, and what it means to me now ft the humble black eyed pea, for EATER!
some of my favorite panels:
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find the recipe for Yoruba àkàrà in my new book, COOK LIKE YOUR ANCESTORS <3
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roguecanoe · 28 days
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It's lovely
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fieriframes · 3 days
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[Wasting time, wasting time down a bumfuck road. And I don't know where the hell it'll go. Heirlooms, huffing fumes, and I'm picking up the pace. And I'm gonna smash straight into a wall.]
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icywebs · 6 months
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An Adventure in Mum-Land
My mother died 10 years ago. It's really weird to say that, thinking about it. It both feels longer and nowhere near as long as that. She was pretty eccentric and had a habit of stashing stuff everywhere and was a bit of a hoarder.
Whenever we'd go on vacation she would bring a small seam ripper and would cut a couple stitches out of the bottom hem of the hotel curtains to stash cash and valuables - because the hems were huge. On many occasions she realized too late she left something valuable at the hotel.
We knew she stashed a lot of stuff in a lot of places and we had to literally rip up the carpet and I KNOW we didn't find everything. Every book had to be gone through because there'd be cash stored throughout the pages, every casset tape box had to be opened because there'd be cash or literal gold nuggets she got from Alaska stored in them.
We pulled dressers apart and found some of the valuable jewelry taped to the bottom of drawers. We ripped the box spring apart and found even more cash and odds and ends there. We peeled back wall paper and found some cash and thin jewelry stored there.
Literally had to take apart the kitchen table because we saw part of something she'd stashed there and couldn't figure out how she got it in there.
I give this context so that you understand these traits going in.
We had a pretty complicated relationship that I won't get into here. In the last years, we had begun rebuilding our relationship. She had mentioned several places she'd stashed various things, such as "In this specific corner in the bedroom under the carpet I stashed some of the gold nuggets."
Mom. Plz.
Salty aside: My step dad was pretty garbage about handling of her things after her death. I spent a month helping him dismantle the house and everything of value went to him, including items that were sentimental to my sister and I. He "nobly" allowed us to take some of my mother's and maternal grandmother's jewelry (but nothing that looked like it was of value), and said we could take the 'junk' jewelry but he kept most all the valuable jewelry that my biological dad gave her as well. He let us take other things, as long as they weren't valuable, and I had to fight him for a picture that was given to my parents by the artist to celebrate my birth. After his death, we inherited nothing further. He left my mom's stuff, property she owned before even meeting him and that my sister and I helped maintain, and all the money to his own kids but cut my sister and me out entirely when he died. There's some salt about heirlooms from my mom's family never being recovered because he decided to try to sell everything, including some things of very sentimental value. But I digress.
Among the things I was so graciously given was a random black snakeskin patterned grabbag. I forgot about it entirely and admittedly I didn't go through a whole lot. It found a place in my walkin closet and was forgotten as I grieved. Most other things that were obvious have been gone through since. It has been 10 years, afterall.
Fast Forward to last night! I am going through my closet and starting to purge a bit of stuff we don't need. We had a couple of bags of random LARP nicknacks and I initially assumed it was another bag of that. It was on its way to the purge box when I noticed a beaded bag sticking out. I stopped and pulled it out, thinking I would keep it because it was kinda cute.
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As I went to empty the bag, I found half of one of those little cardboard boxes that usually hold a jewelry case. Within it was a bit of a jumbled mess... however, something stuck out to me - there was a hot air balloon enamel pin. My dad used to fly hot air balloons and I realized then that this bag wasn't LARP junk. There were several other balloon pins I found further in it that were even more familiar from friends of the family. The ballooning community is pretty tight knit, so we had a few of them.
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There were some pairs of hoop earrings, some earrings that didn't have a partner, some random weird shit I don't recognize, a bullet??, some loose acrylic beads. Was... a bit chaotic.
I moved on to empty the rest of the bag.
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I recognized the gold stud earrings my stepdad had been looking for. They're pretty heavy, I'd never want to wear them. Had I not known he was pursuing them I'd have ignored the boxes entirely and passed them off as some novelty of some sort... but... I knew what they were pretty quick. They were one of her investments, but held no sentimental value to me. I don't even know what to do with them.
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Oh boy things got spicy! I realized then that I was in for a wild ride with this bag.
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Pictured here is a random stick that was in the bag, cheap acrylic 'amber', a ceramic bead of some sort, hoop earrings that are aggressively 80s and huge, and the novelty glitter earring in the top right corner. Literally just glue and glitter. I hate glitter. Shit gets everywhere.
I glimpsed in the plastic baggy that holds a box with a 1/4 pack of cards. Most of them are missing. There's a jar of... we'll say vintage acrylic buttons, some vintage metal buttons, and a bonus decomposing mystery pill.
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Opening an old jewelry case I was met with some old buttons, one with a missing glass gemstone, a half dollar, an old as fuck nickle, and a peso. There was also a tiny candle? And a segment of the remnants for my grandmother's rosary.
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Next jewelry box, upon initial inspection, is empty.
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But lo and behold! It's the Black Hills Gold, diamond, and tourmaline set my sister and I bought her for her 50th birthday!
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I also found, within the heap, a solid gold chain necklace.
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Mind blown. I KNOW chain necklace, she wore it often.
Moving along! I opened the orange... I think it was a hair mask? Container.
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As I delve deeper I find the gold plated cannabis leaf, pipe mesh, piece of turquoise, another bullet? An iron nail? A screw? Some sort of brass vintage locket with mystery pictures???
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Some earrings in the jar have partners and some that don't. Some of the earrings are sterling silver, some are very clearly the cheap kind that will make my ears break out. Of course this ecclectic mishmash of what even is happening is also hiding... a solid Black Hills Gold bracelet she cherished. The soft metal is scratched to shit and living in this fucking jar probably didn't help. It's kinda heavy. Also pictured is black coral bracelet that I forgot about while taking pictures cuz I was so stunned to find this bracelet.
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Well. Okay. This happened. My mom's trademark jewelry was tossed in this grabbag.
It took a while but I finally moved on to find my grandmother's cherished obsidian necklace. It had been broken and needs to be restrung, so all the loose beads are kept in this... ancient... L'Oreal face mask jar.
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At this point, I am just about to beat my head against my desk.
I finally moved on to the last box and had one final surprise.
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Within this box was the platinum heart necklace with tourmaline, a sapphire, and peridot, one of her trademark sterling silver snake pendants, some safety pins, random agate beads, plastic beads, sterling silver hoop earrings, metal coated plastic beads, single earrings, and...
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Unless I'm mistaken, the heart-shaped yellow-tinged (no, not champagne though that's what my stepdad insisted it was) diamond from her broken engagement ring. She'd caught the setting on something and it came off the band - and they had been looking for it to reattach it. We assumed it was lost to the void.
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While much of the heirlooms had been lost, it appears some precious pieces manifested in my closet. Literal gems mixed in with plastic odds and ends that were simply tossed in bags and stashed in corners. It's incredible that I've found so many pieces that I almost never saw my mom without, especially with my step-dad going through such great lengths to ensure we didn't get such treasures.
This has been such a good adventure and I'm definitely going to be looking into repairing broken pieces, cleaning everything properly, and get some of this to my sister.
Thank you for going on this adventure with me :)
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bambuita · 2 years
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Today’s harvest
👩🏼‍🌾
8/7/22
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angie-j-kay · 5 months
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When I split with my side of the family, one of the things I accepted was that those family heirlooms and keepsakes of mine that had always been "kept" until I settled down were gone. There was no way I was ever retrieving those, including my 2 photo albums, an entire childhood's worth of hopechested Christmas decorations, and my great grandmother's China set.
I figured it was worth it. The albums and Christmas hurt, but not horribly. The china... well, we had never actually USED that stuff. It lived in a cabinet because it was too good to ever be used. We didn't even display it. I didn't actually remember what it looked like.
Going through my husband's and my storage unit now that we've moved home, I found ALL OF THAT. Christmas stuff. Albums. And the hundred-year-old china that was just too valuable to ever see daylight.
Well, kiddies. I spent the day handwashing every plate and teacup. And this evening, my husband and I ate steak and potatoes on that century-old china, while watching Mythbusters, because gods-dammit I think we've earned that right!
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boof-chamber · 5 months
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owies.
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arofili · 2 years
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a kingly gift
part 2 of Heirlooms
A history of the mithril coat: from its creation in Gondolin, through the halls of the dwarves, to its defense of the unassuming Shire-folk.
for @tolkienweek​, using the prompt “Weapons and Objects” !
just like the last Heirlooms fic, this is a bunch of headcanons tied into one fic. hope y’all enjoy!!
Rating: T | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maeglin & Idril, Idril/Tuor, Idril & Eärendil, Maeglin & Tuor, Eärendil/Elwing, Elwing & Elrond & Elros, Maedhros & Maglor & Elrond & Elros, Maedhros & Maglor, Maglor & Elros, Maedhros & Dwarves of Belegost, Dwarves of Ered Luin & Dwarves of Khazad-dûm, Celebrimbor & Elrond & Narvi, Thráin I & Thráin I’s (future) Wife, Thorin & Thranduil, Thorin & Frerin & Dís, Bilbo & Thorin, Bilbo & Frodo, Gorbag & Shagrat, Shagrat & Sauron, Frodo & Sam, Frodo & Elrond Characters: Maeglin, Idril, Tuor, Eärendil, Elwing, Elrond, Elros, Maedhros, Maglor, Dwarves of Ered Luin, Fimli I (OC), Rathsvith (OC), Dwarves of Khazad-dûm, Celebrimbor, Narvi, Thráin I, Astrid (OC; Thráin I’s Wife), Thorin, Thranduil, Frerin, Dís, Bilbo, Frodo, Gimli, Gandalf, Sam, Shagrat, Gorbag, Snaga of Cirith Ungol, Sauron, Mouth of Sauron Word count: 10.5k
READ IT ON AO3!
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christineshanshanhou · 8 months
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unknown heirlooms
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walks-the-garden · 2 years
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I'll post more garden pictures when they're less mosquitoes everywhere >,<
Also, it's that time of year! As of September 12, 2022, Walmart has pallets of pumpkins in stock!
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[three images, each showing a large pallet box of pumpkins at Walmart. The first is a rainbow mix of winter squash, the second is all medium white pumpkins, and the third is focused on a single Cushaw squash held in the hand of a white person, which is shaped like a butternut squash, with an orange top, green bottom, and mottled white vertical stripes. End ID ]
Buying "pumpkins" at Walmart and other grocery stores is a quick and easy way to get a few hundred seeds from a dozen or more Winter Squash varieties, and you can use them for homemade pumpkin pie and other desserts after baking*.
Some of the possible heirloom squash varieties (and their hybrid descendants) on display here:
Jarrahdale Blue and Queensland Blue (C. Maxima)
Flat White Boer (C. Maxima)
Turk's Turban (C. Maxima)
Musquee de Provence (C. Moschata)
Rouge vif D'Etampes (C. Maxima)
Porcelain Doll F1 (C. Maxima)
One Too Many F1 (C. Maxima)
The Cushaw in the third picture is most likely Autumn Colors F1, ( C. Mixta or C. Aegyrosperma depending on who you ask.)
To save Winter Squash seeds, all you need is a sturdy knife, some good arm strength, and a strainer; chop the squash in half (carefully! Their hard outer shell makes them store well but also makes them difficult to cut), scoop out the seeds, and give them a good rinse in the strainer before laying out in a single layer on a screen or plate to dry for a few days before storage.
*To make homemade pumpkin puree out of any winter squash: simply chop, deseed, roast until fork-tender, puree, and then allow to drain over a bowl in cheesecloth-- and keep that 'pumpkin juice' for watering plants or perhaps use it in fall drinks?
You can also cook squash by boiling it, as well as in a slow cooker!
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rosielindy · 10 months
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Cactus I inherited from my grandmother over 30 years ago. From the same plant anyway, the planter is mine.
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daily-ninanesbitt · 1 year
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Nina singing Heirlooms in Berlin.
🎥 jr_kyr on Instagram
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chandniamiradhanoa · 2 years
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Payaal Lavender , 2022, stoneware, payaal, local lavender
Chandni amira dhanoa
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fieriframes · 5 months
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[So I'm here in Burlington, Vermont, not too far from the University of Vermont, and I'm looking for a local culinary celebrity. Stories were heirlooms in these parts that has a pushcart, makes amazing Chinese dumplings, but I've asked around, and unfortunately, I'm getting some sad news, everybody in Flavortown.]
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Our cup runneth over with joy and gratitude. Thank you SO MUCH fellow kitcheners for supporting yesterday’s sale. Every item in the shop waits for just the person to find it, which makes us so excited that a big batch of heirlooms are making their way to new kitchens around the globe. Cheers to addiing new chapters, new stories and new adventures to the lives of these very old items.🥂 . . . . . #gratitude #teacups #joyful #oldthings #heirlooms #justforyou https://www.instagram.com/p/CkgHzALOUwG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thekanucklehead · 2 years
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A couple of my treasures. These zippos belonged to my grand dads from both sides of my family. I just got the one on the right a couple days ago, it had been hidden under some papers in a box of his old things. Kinda got a little teary eyed and choked up when my dad gave it to me, brought back memories of summers in Whitehorse as a kid.
Seeing as I’m the only grandkid on either side that smokes I guess everyone decided it was fitting that I get them haha
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