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National French Dip Day
Celebrated and enjoyed today on National French Dip Day, a French dip, also known as a beef dip, is a hot sandwich made with roast beef (usually thinly sliced) and a French roll or baguette. It may be served plain but is usually served with au jus, which is French for "with juice" and consists of beef broth—or something similar, like beef gravy or stock—usually from the cooking process. French dips may also have other toppings, with Swiss cheese and onions being the most common. Beef may be substituted with roast pork, pastrami, turkey, lamb, or ham.
Philippe the Original (commonly called Philippe's today and known as Philippe's Restaurant when it opened) and Cole's French Dip (also known as Cole's Pacific Electric Buffet), both located in downtown Los Angeles, have a rivalry as to who is the originator of the French dip sandwich. National French Dip Day was initiated by Cole's French Dip in honor of its 110th anniversary on November 12, 2018. They offered a $10 French dip and martini combo all day. They had a similar offer the following year. Ironically, a "French Dip Day" had previously been celebrated by Philippe the Original, on October 6, 2008, in honor of their 100th anniversary. French dip sandwiches were priced at their original ten cents listing, and coffee was five cents.
Cole's and Philippe's both opened in 1908—Philippe's first and Cole's about a month later. While Cole's claims to have created the French dip at that time, Philippe's claims to have created it in 1917 or 1918. Philippe's uses the phrase "Home of the Original French Dip Sandwich" and calls the French dip their "specialty of the house." Philippe's French dip is served "single-dipped," "double-dipped," or "wet," with the bread being dipped in beef juices when it is put together. Philippe's and Cole's both have a spicy house mustard that patrons traditionally put on the sandwich.
Philippe's was founded by Philippe Mathieu, a French immigrant and cook who had arrived in Los Angeles five years earlier and opened a delicatessen. He sold Philippe's in 1927, and the descendants of those buyers changed the name of the restaurant to Philippe the Original. In 1951, on account of the construction of the Hollywood Freeway, it moved to its present location at 1001 N Alameda St.
There are several accounts as to the start of the sandwich at Philippe's. Among others, two are the most common or credible. The first comes from Philippe's website, which says:
One day in 1918, while making a sandwich, Mathieu inadvertently dropped the sliced french roll into the roasting pan filled with juice still hot from the oven. The patron, a policeman, said he would take the sandwich anyway and returned the next day with some friends asking for more dipped sandwiches. And so was born the 'French Dipped Sandwich," so called either because of Mathieu’s French heritage, the French roll the sandwich is made on or because the officer’s name was French. The answer is lost to history.
The second is a first-hand account, coming from Philippe Mathieu himself in a Los Angeles Times interview from 1951, written at the time of the relocation of the restaurant because of the Hollywood Freeway:
One day a police officer asked me if I would mind splitting one of these large loaves of French bread and filling it with 'some of the delicious roast pork.' I was not too busy, so I said, 'Sure.' Then he asked me to 'please cut it in half. I've got a friend outside who can eat it.' Then he asked for some pickles, onions and olives.
Mattieu went on to say:
Then we started making French-roll sandwiches for those who had smaller appetites. One day a customer saw some gravy in the bottom of a large pan of roast meat. He asked me if I would mind dipping one side of the French roll in that gravy. I did, and right away five or six others wanted the same.
So, by the supposed creator's own account, the French dip started out as a pork sandwich, not a beef sandwich, and was eaten with pickles, onions, and olives.
As for Cole's, one of Los Angeles's oldest bars, several stories have passed down through employees over the years. Records cannot be found of Cole's French dip being mentioned before Philippe's was known for them, and because of both of these reasons, its claim is not as strong as Phillipe's. An interview in the Los Angeles Times in 1997 of Gitti Beheshti, then co-owner and manager, says the following:
Mr. [Henry] Cole was German. He had a friend that was a chef working here. He was in the kitchen when someone wanted a sandwich, then the bread fell into the beef juice and they liked it. The other customer in line behind him asked for the same sandwich.
Another account claims that a chef by the name of Jack Garlinghouse made the sandwich for a customer who wanted a roast beef sandwich but had sore gums, so he dipped the sandwich in beef juices before serving it, softening the bread to make it easier to eat.
It's unknown why this Los Angeles-born sandwich has "French" in its name, but there are several plausible explanations. It could be because a French roll is used. It could be because it is dipped au jus—a French phrase for "with juice." It could be named for Philippe Mathieu, who was a French immigrant. Or, as mentioned in the first Philippe's story above, it could be because the officer who received the first French dip was named French.
Finally, it could be based on a pun. In the early twentieth century, a "French dip" was also a dress style—also used in men's and women's jackets—that dropped the waist to below the belt, to give the wearer a thinner appearance. The sandwich name could be poking fun at the fact that when one thinks about slimming down, they usually don't think of a sandwich made with meat and gravy. No matter why it has the name it does, or who its creator was, the French dip is not just beloved in Los Angeles, but around the world, and we celebrate and enjoy it today on National French Dip Day!
How to Observe National French Dip Day
Have a French dip at Philippe the Original or Cole's French Dip, or at one of the other best places in the United States to have one.
Enjoy a French dip from a chain restaurant like Arby's or McAlister's Deli.
Have a French dip at a local restaurant.
Check for special offers in honor of National French Dip Day.
Make a French dip.
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Happy National French Dip Day! #food #foodporn #sandwich #frenchdip #frenchdipsandwich #aujus #nationalfrenchdipday
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Have seen very little discussion on this website about the situation in Haiti and figured maybe I’d try to start the conversation?
For those who aren’t aware, Haiti is the only country that led a successful slave rebellion which led to the establishment of an independent country, and a day hasn’t passed where they haven’t been punished for it. The country never had a chance to flourish as the west made sure to suck it economically dry and then dip when nothing was left.
This has left the country horrifically unstable in every way possible. However, the last few years, it has been on the brink of collapse due to absolutely no political leadership and as of now, Haiti has completely collapsed. The country is mostly run by gangs all competing for power. There is no where for refugees to escape. The west has completely abandoned any meaningful intervention and it has mostly been South American, Middle Eastern, and African countries who only seem interested in trying to bring peace. But since 2024 has begun, it is a terrifying place to be full of completely innocent people being screwed over by the west for standing up for themselves.
Of course, this is heavily over simplified and I have no personal connection to Haiti. So under the cut, I’m adding much more accurate and insightful information, as well as fundraisers, books, petitions, and Haitian run businesses and social media accounts. As someone who is studying history, it doesn’t take long to realize most nations struggling today have been victimized for wanting autonomy and freedom. From Palestine to Sudan, to DRC to Ukraine, there is so much preventable tragedy. As someone from a country who has historically inflicted these conditions on a lot of these nations, it’s frustrating to feel powerless to the injustice. I truly find the only thing that puts my mind at peace is education and spreading awareness. Don’t let their suffering be in vain.
*please correct me if any of this information is inaccurate*
Basic information:
Wikipedia
HAITI: A Brief History of a Complex Nation
Britannica: History of Haiti
How Haiti Was Forced To Pay Reparations For Freedom
[video] A Super Quick History of Haiti
The Root of Haiti's Misery: Reparations to Enslavers
Timeline: Haiti’s History and Current Crisis, Explained
[video] Why Haiti is in a Constant State of Emergency
A Brief History Of Haiti
The Haitian Revolution and the Hole in French High-School History
[video] How the World Destroyed Haiti
A Timeline of Haiti
Haiti: a history of intervention, occupation and resistance
[video] Fighting for Haiti
How Toussaint L’ouverture Rose from Slavery to Lead the Haitian Revolution
The Disappearing Land : Haiti, History, and the Hemisphere
History of Haiti
A History of United States Policy Towards Haiti
What is the history of foreign interventions in Haiti?
Haitian history and culture: A selection of online resources
Books:
The Black Jacobins: Toussaint l'Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution
The Haitian Revolution
Silencing the Past
Fault Lines: Views across Haiti's Divide
Awakening the Ashes: An Intellectual History of the Haitian Revolution
Haiti: The Tumultuous History
Written in Blood: The Story of the Haitian People 1492-1971
The Haitians: A Decolonial History
Why the Cocks Fight: Dominicans, Haitians, and the Struggle for Hispaniola
Outrage for Outrage: A History of Colonialism in Haiti and Its Legacy
Avengers of the New World: The Story of the Haitian Revolution
Black Spartacus: The Epic Life of Toussaint Louverture
The Black Republic: African Americans and the Fate of Haiti
The Farming of Bones
The Rainy Season: Haiti Since Duvalier
The Uses of Haiti
The Butterfly’s Way: Voices from the Haitian Dyaspora in the United States
Charities:
*rating of 80+ on charitynavigator*
Hands Helping Haiti
Heartline Haiti
Hope for Haiti
Haiti Outreach
US Foundation for the Children of Haiti
Hands Together for Haitians
Haiti Empowered
Mission of Hope Haiti International
Haitian Health Foundation
Haiti Partners
Haiti Cardiac Alliance
New Life for Haiti
Locally Haiti
Clean Water for Haiti
Meds & Food for Kids
Haitian Roots
Project Medishare for Haiti
Friends of the Children of Haiti
Childrens Nutrition Program of Haiti
Fundraisers
Haiti Crisis Relief Fund
Haiti Emergency Fundraiser
Urgent Need to Complete Our Haitian Adoptions
Desperate Plea to Help Haitian Family
Haiti Food Emergency
Help a Deaf Haitian restore his life in Maryland
Help a friend get her sister & 3 kids out of Haiti
Daniel Jean - Haitian friend relocate to the US
Help Support My Family in Haiti
Support Young Haitian Artists!
Haitian Artists Need Your Help
PLEASE HELP and PRAY for OUR FAMILY IN HAITI
Help My Mother and Brother from HAITI PLEASE
Urgent Help for Marc Henry and his family in Haiti
Help Michaël in Humanitarian and Political Crisis in Haïti
Lycender Chery & Family
Trapped in Port au Prince, Haiti
Help Rosemica have surgery for her tumor!
Help My Family escape from ruthless gangs
Haitian Orphanage School: Classique Mixte du Rivag
Help Support a Hard Working Mother of Two
Haiti Emergency Relief of artist community
Help Save Gabe's Life and get him from Haiti to US
Aid for Haitian Artist Mario and his Granddaughter
Haitian-Owned Businesses
Kreyol Essence
LS Cream Liqueur
Creole Me Up
Caribbrew
Tisaksuk
Fanm Djanm
Makaya Chocolate
Kòmsi Like
Créations Dorées
Aeva Beauty
Levie's Essential Care
Bel Ti Boujique
It’s Seasoned™
Cremas Absalon
Kreyol Pale Creole Konprann
VagEsteem
Bijou Lakay
V.BELLAN
AYITI Gallery
#reblog if you want I think this is so interesting and important though#rae’s rambles#Haiti#haiti crisis#free haiti#signal boost#Sudan#Palestine#free palestine#free congo#free gaza#fundraiser#gofundme#information#politics#Congo#dr congo#ceasefire#fundraising#mutual aid#history#infographic#learning#art#artists on tumblr#all eyes on rafah#all eyes on palestine#all eyes on gaza#education#lol
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Ultraviolence
Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader
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a/n: thanks to google translate and my very limited knowledge of high school french for their help this chapter 😍 i hope you all enjoy!!
warnings: blood, injury, swearing, kissing, tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Twelve - Amoureuse
Chapter Twelve - Amoureuse
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1996-
The séance was held in the attic. If you closed your eyes and breathed in deep, you could still smell the slight rot of a dead body.
“O’ keeper of this wild and hidden place…” Jackie dipped her finger into a bowl of something red, swirling it around. “We anoint ourselves with blood and earth.”
She draws an X on Shauna’s forehead, who has a piece of cloth wrapped around her face, and is holding the hunting knife by a string tied to it.
Jackie turns back around with a chipper smile, an X already drawn on her forehead.
“Here,” she says, handing it to Travis. He looks at the metal bowl, shooting her a look. “It’s just dirt and deer blood. Class witch recipe. Relax.”
He takes the bowl and marks a X to his forehead, before handing it to Natalie, who doesn’t even notice he’s handing it to her because she’s too busy staring at you.
You could feel her eyes on your back the entire walk back, and you can feel them on you now.
Jackie breathes out, sitting down, wiping her bloody finger onto the cabin floor. She raises her hands up, and Misty, who you’ve ended up next to, does as well.
The rest of the girls shuffle around with passing the bowl of blood, still besides.
“O spirit, we offer our sister as your instrument. Come to us and speak your peace.”
“It is I, Jacques,” Shauna says. A few of the girls laugh at her light monotone voice. She clears her throat. “Jacques,” she says, her voice deeper, earning more laughs. “Ask your questions. The pendulum will answer them.”
“Okay,” Van says, passing off the bowl of blood and clearing her throat, raising her hands out, palms to the sky. “Dear dead hunter guy… did O.J. do it?”
You and the other girls laugh, and you smile, grabbing the bowl of blood from Misty. You dip your finger in, looking at the bright red rippling.
“Come on, you guys, serious questions.”
“The veil is thin between our two worlds,” Shauna- or Jacques- confirms.
You tap your finger against the side of the bowl, watching the excess blood fly off, before lifting it back up to your forehead. Your eye’s meet Natalie’s.
You inhale and draw the X, handing the bowl off to the girl next to you.
“Ask what is in your heart,” Shauna says.
“Okay,” Mark says, holding her hands out and closing her eyes. “Is Principal Berzonsky screwing Ms. DeWine?”
The girls laugh before turning to Shauna and the pendulum. It spins in a circle, and a few of the girls gasp.
“It is certain,” Shauna smiles.
“Hunter guy, if we hadn’t crashed, would we have won Nationals?” Akilah asks.
The knife swings back in forth, and the girls start booing and laughing.
A few more questions go by, all making you laugh and forget about everything that happened earlier that day.
“They’re obviously fake,” Nat says. The conversation had steered towards Christie Caper’s boobs. “You really need a ghost to tell you that?”
“You think?” Mari asks, as Javi comes upstairs and sits between Nat and Travis. “But who would have paid for them? Her parents?”
“I think they got divorced recently. It could have been guilt money.”
“Well that’s just creepy,” Mari replies to Van.
A small smile crosses Van’s face. “‘Well, honey, your mom and I are splitting up but don’t worry, ‘cause your tits are gonna look amazing!’”
“Okay, guys, guys, focus,” Jackie says through the laughter. “Next question.”
Misty raises her hand, and Jackie motions for her to go. She looks around the circle excitedly, before closing her eyes.
“Dear spirit, I need to know the truth. Does the person I like like me back?” A few of the girls coo, and you can’t help but smile at her, trying not to look at Natalie.
The pendulum spins in a circle, and a few of the girls whoop and whistle, applauding Misty.
“Okay, next question?”
Javi raises his hand and Jackie nods.
“Are we all gonna die out here?”
The circle becomes silent.
The knife starts spinning.
“Okay, an eight?” Van asks, shuffling slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not an eight, it’s an infinity,” Mari says.
“Yeah, okay, Aristotle.”
Lottie screeches at the top of her lungs. Everyone jumps back and the window swings open, the candles all going out, the attic turning dark. More screaming fills the cabin, and you realize one of the screams is yours.
“Who has the matches?” Jackie shouts.
Someone closes the window. Your back is nearly pressed against the wall, huddled into the corner.
A few of the girls crowd around Lottie while she pants and sobs.
“Guys, somethings really wrong with her,” Van says, holding onto Lottie’s shoulder, who lets out another scream.
“What’s happening?” someone shrieks.
“It wants… it wants…” Lottie cries.
“Misty, what do we do?” Van shouts.
“It wants!”
“Lottie, I swear to God, if you’re fucking with us-”
“I thinks she’s, like, possessed!” Akilah shouts back.
“Lottie. Lottie, Lottie, sweetie,” Shauna says. “What’s going on? What is ‘it’?”
“More like what does ‘it’ want?”
“Hungry,” she cries. “Hungry.”
She starts laughing cackling, a shiver rips across your spine, and you almost scream when someone places their hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N?” Natalie. “Are- are you okay-?”
“Shh,” Lottie says, grabbing onto Shauna. “It’s in you already.” Shauna bats her away and stands up.
“Lottie. This isn’t a game,” Tai says like she’s scolding her. But the more you look at her, the more you watch her, the more you think she’s not faking.
Lottie sits up straight.
She starts speaking in something that’s not English.
You grab Natalie’s hand, the one that’s still on your shoulder, and she squeezes, still looking with wide eyes at Lottie.
“Is that French?” someone asks, and you listen closer. “Since when does Lottie speak French?”
“Jackie, w-wasn’t she in your class?”
“Yeah, but she sucks at French!”
Lottie is speaking French. You let go of Natalie’s hand and take a step forward, trying to listen, even when Nat tugs on you and says your name.
“Well, what’s she saying?”
“I don’t know! I suck at French, too!”
“Damn it, Jackie, try not to!”
“Ça veut du sang,” Lottie keeps repeating, over and over.
“It wants blood,” you mutter to yourself, as Jackie tries in vain to translate Lottie’s hurried sentences, one after another, blending together.
“Uh, uh, it wants!” Jackie yells after a moment. “What? What does it want?”
“God, Jackie!” you shout, walking over to Lottie and crouching in front of her. “It wants blood! It wants blood! Have you never paid any attention to Madame?!”
“Blood?!” Jackie yells.
“Not the word I want to be hearing right now,” someone shouts.
“Lottie, what? What else? Uh- pourqoui, Lottie? Pourquoi veut-il du sang? Why does it want blood?!”
She stands up and turns around, facing that one lonely attic window, staring out into it.
“Ici,” she pants. “Ici, ici,”
“Here!” you shout, trying to work up the courage to go up to Lottie again. “She’s saying ‘here’!”
“There’s blood where, Lottie?” Van shouts, before tugging on your arm. “Translate that!”
“Fuck, uh, où y a-t-il du sang?”
“Why are you encouraging her, Van?” Tai shouts.
Lottie doesn’t answer.
“Blood here? Or out there?” Van shouts.
“Ici? Là-bas?” you shout. “Where, Lottie? Where?!”
“You must spill blood,” she whispers finally, and it’s not in French anymore. “Or else…”
“Or else what, Lottie?!”
Then, she throws her head back, rearing up, and plunges her head right through the glass of the window.
You scream. It’s all you can think to do this moment, but you’re not even thinking- it’s all you can do.
When Lottie turns back around, blood falls down her forehead, dripping past her nose. She raises her hand to the space in between her eyebrows, and looks at her fingers, which come away slick with blood.
She starts wailing.
The girls help her to the floor, and she just keeps wailing and wailing, screaming like banshee, and all you can do is stand there and try not to scream as well.
“The power of Christ compels you!” Laura Lee shouts, running past you with a Bible in her hands. “Begone, Satan! Lottie! Lottie, stop!”
Then, just when it seems like Lottie will just scream and wail forever, Laura Lee throws the Bible at her.
The wailing stops.
“Ow!” she shouts. “What the hell, Laura Lee?”
“Seriously?” Mari asks. “What the motherfuck just happened?”
All you can do is stand there, looking at the blood falling down Lottie’s face, the memory of her screams ringing around in your head.
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“Do we think it’s still up there?”
The subject of the seance and the attic had become taboo in the last hour. After cleaning Lottie’s wound and letting her go off to bed- everyone had tried to get to bed themselves. But all of you were thinking it. Akilah had just said it first.
“You all need to stop,” Taissa hissed, sitting up. “There’s nothing up there. Lottie’s been acting weird for weeks.”
A small snore came from the cot Lottie was sleeping on.
You can’t help but sit up as well. “I don’t mean to, like, freak anyone out but- I once overheard Lottie say she was close to failing French. I don’t- l don’t think she knows how to say what she said.”
Taissa cuts you a death glare. But the rest of the girls remain silent.
“Fine,” she spits, grabbing her blanket and pillow and standing up. “I’ll prove it.”
“You’re gonna sleep up there?” someone asks.
“That’s right. Who’s with me?”
You lay back down on your bed, listening to Laura Lee’s prayers.
“Fine. More room for me then,” Taissa says, and you listne to her footsteps going towards the attic, then up the ladder.
Laura Lee keeps praying.
Eventually, Shauna and Jackie start whispering, and Shauna ends up going to the attic as well.
You sigh, and try to go to bed, the fire dying down, the room becoming shrouded in darkness.
Someone taps your shoulder.
Your makeshift bed was still next to Natalie’s, a remnant of when you were just friends, and maybe if you weren’t so drained from the seance, you would have moved to another spot.
“Y/N.” You pretend you’re asleep, you can’t face her, not yet, not right now. She shakes you. “Turn around, please.”
You stay silent, trying to control your breathing, scared of everything that could happen.
She exhales. “I know you’re not asleep. C’mon.” She tugs on your arm, and unwillingly, you roll over, shifting so there’s still space between you, staring at her.
“What?” your voice doesn’t come out quite as firm as you want it to. You sound like a child trying to hide the fact they’re crying.
“Are you okay? After tonight? I mean, you were like right in front of her, being really smart and shit, but- still.”
Your shoulders relax, and you wish that they didn’t.
“‘M fine, yeah.”
She smiles lightly, awkwardly, and you feel bad that you’ve caused all this weirdness between the two of you.
“Hey, I- I know its fucked up, but, can we talk?”
“Natalie, I’m tired-”
She leans forward and brushes her lips against yours.
She closes her eyes, but you’re left shocked, your eyes wide open, your lips parted, hers pressed hard against yours, not even a kiss, like she just wants to say that she did it, check a box. She’s just pressing her lips to yours, and your stomach flips and turns because you love it.
She pulls back, and takes a breath, so you can feel it on your skin.
“Sorry. For that. I-I just didn’t know how to tell you-”
All you can do is stare at her.
You can hear sirens go off in your mind, screaming danger, danger at every turn. This could all crash and burn like everything else that’s happened in these past few weeks- but maybe Natalie is just a single speck of violence in a world full of it, and maybe having someone on your side, someone with you, is just want you need.
Just what you want.
Not just someone to protect you, to be with, but you want her.
You’ve spent so long in these woods denying it because you were scared of losing her, of losing your friendship- but after tonight? The worst has already happened to you. You didn’t choose it. You’ve already been plagued with violence and this time- you want to choose it. You want to choose her.
You choose her, and press your lips against hers, violence in a world of violence, and don’t pull away until you’ve completely sunk into her, into her ultraviolence.
Loving her is violence, but you’re choosing it, and this violence feels like love.
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Taste of Home
Taste of Home
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci x Le Comte de Saint-Germaine
Tag: Established relationship Cooking Kisses Spicy lines Fluff
Word Count 991
Author’s Note: The song is La donna è mobile from Rigoletto written by Giuseppe Verdi.
A little something to celebrate Italy with Leonardo and his lover, in a ordinary day with a normal amount of dishes prepared from our italian chef, much to the delight of the residents, with some sweet and spicy adding, I very much hope will be of your taste like this little dish I prepared myself take a seat and enjoy the feast. 🥰
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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊
It was a summer day at the mansion, the whole nation simmered with perfumes and sounds he never heard of more pleasant, except the ones of his native country, an heavy sigh escaped from his lips at the thought as he shifted around the table, filled to the brim with his skillful hands creations.
La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
Muta d'accento - e di pensiero.
Sempre un amabile,
Leggiadro viso,
In pianto o in riso, è menzognero.
The fragrant perfume of white bread still warm from the oven placed in a plate next to the baci di dama, the unmistakable aroma of gianduia melted well with the bitter scent of coffee of the tiramisu, the yellow color of the polenta stalked in contrast with the red cover of the lasagna placed next to it, on a side of the candid tablecloth stretched a feast of pasta of any kind and pizza with various filling, enough to satisfy every taste, everything rigorously handmade following the recipes he known by heart.
Amidst its chaos stood the improvised cook who do not even remotely cared about any intruder immersed in the task of stirring the red tomato sauce in the pot, carefully blowing air on it before savouring its taste rolling on his tongue as he hummed in delight, his fingers from time to time threw some ingredients in one of the pan like a magician practising his magic in broad daylight, bathing everything in sight in its warm hues.
È sempre misero
Chi a lei s'affida,
Chi le confida - mal cauto il core!
Pur mai non sentesi
Felice appieno
Chi su quel seno - non liba amore!
He let out a chuckle, laughing at the irony of singing about the love for a woman, his parents words ringed still clear in his ear.
-Do not show us your face unless you have took a wife.-
-Ah if only they knew.
“What are you preparing today ?”
The arms of his husband wrapped around his torso, like the sun brushing away all his dark thoughts, smiling at the soft kiss he left on his neck
“Geez there are people watching us ya know ?” his low chuckle reverberated in his chest, a tone of defiance in his voice he loved so much hearing sing for him in the bed
“Who ?”
“Someone will surely come out of this frat house you create.”
a soft giggle escaped his lips as he pulled away, he leaned against the counter to face him as he spoke.
“I see you have given Sebastian the day off.”
“He deserved it that poor guy acting all up as he is our maid and butler at once.”
He dipped the spoon in the tomato sauce pot once more, bringing the point to his lips, it tasted like home, like the country he could not come back to if not as outsider or traveller, the one he still felt to belong, both italian and french at once even though he far preferred to call himself citizen of the world, inhabitant of the earth, belonging anywhere and nowhere at once, but when the light goes down and he had to find a shelter he knew exactly where to go, the same place he would have kept coming back to over and over again, the one and only he would have chosen in every universe in every timeline even after thousand years he would have still come back home to him, the only man who intrigued him, he felt to know everything and nothing of every time they talked, a mystery he would have gladly spend all eternity discovering, each side of him a precious treasure he collected in his heart.
Before he could do anything he moved to block him against the counter, a cat like smirk on his lips as he stared in his husband’s golden eyes sensual and alluring, leaning over to press a soft kiss on his nose, his gesture made him smile at his boldness, he never was good at masking his own desire, at least not like le Comte taught from a young age to conceal every emotion and so he took action cupping his face in his hands melting his own lips on his, lacing his own hands on his husband’s hips to steady him.
Their kiss was sweet and deep, intoxicating and exhilarating pervading each and every one of his sense leaving him speechless and astounded, butterflies swirling inside his heart, fluttering with all the love he felt for his husband, the sweetest of flavour invading his tongue spreading on his palate, it was the most delicious meal he had ever had in all his life and it was only the first course he though smiling to himself, for the even sweeter dessert that waited for them both in bed, late at night when all the others were asleep and the clock struck midnight signing the start of the time for lover.
Reluctantly they pulled away panting for air, lost in each other's gaze so much to not notice their butler peeking from the doorframe, sliding noiselessly away once he witnessed that forbidden view.
He kissed his forehead tenderly, revelling in the astoundment glimmering in his golden eyes
“I love you so my ferret.” a smile so bright like the sun itself brightened his gorgeous features
“I love my cat too.” he smiled softly to him, feeling his lips leave a little kiss on his nose making him chuckle, he really did puzzled him one minute he was bold and the other shy, but he knew that despite all their bicker and banter their love was genuine, hidden deep in their hearts only for one another.
Their love confessed countless time with each moan and groan escaping their lips, with every kiss sealing their soul together and that night would have been not exception, basking in the soft alluring gleaming in his eyes at his heartfelt words murmured tenderly on his skin as they laid on their sides looking at one another with only the aster as guardian of their love, because it did not matter how much times they kissed or made love or how many refined dishes they tasted, he always had and always would have been his favourite flavour of them all, because to him his husband tasted like home.
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Sunday, February 25th, was National Muffin Day!
Grace is at La Grande Patisserie whipping up a few batches of blueberry muffins. Normally, her shop mostly sells French and French-inspired pastries, but this is a special occasion and Grace knows her customers will be delighted.
At the end of the post, Grace will share her muffin recipe, but first she's going to show you how they're made!
Here's the kitchen in La Grande Patisserie. She's got all of her ingredients and equipment set out on the prep table.
First she cracks an egg into the bowl of her stand mixer.
After adding the butter to the eggs, she pours in the milk.
Here's an animation of how Grace's stand mixer works!
After mixing together the dry ingredients, she adds them to the liquid ingredients, then adds a container of blueberries.
All mixed!
She fills the muffin cups halfway....
Puts them in the oven....
And gives them 20 minutes to bake.
After pulling them out and letting them cool, she tops the muffins with a mixture of butter, lemon juice, and sugar.
Perfect!
After the cut is Grace's recipe for blueberry muffins. I gave her the recipe; it comes from my mom's family recipe book, which is at least 50 years old. Trust me when I say these muffins will be the best you've ever had, in addition to being easy to make. The surprise ingredient is lemon zest and lemon juice, and they have a crunchy lemon-sugar topping.
Muffin ingredients:
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
Zest of one lemon
1 egg
1 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup butter
1 cup blueberries
Topping ingredients:
1/2 cup melted butter
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1/2 cup sugar
Beat the egg, butter and milk together. In a separate bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and lemon zest. Add to the egg mixture and stir just until mixed (batter will be lumpy). Gently stir in the blueberries. Fill the muffin cups 2/3 full. Bake at 425 degrees for 20 minutes (12 minutes for mini muffins like Grace has). Let them cool while you prepare the topping:
Combine melted butter and lemon juice in a small bowl. Measure the sugar into another bowl. Dip the tops of the muffins first in the melted butter mixture, and then into the sugar.
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Henlo! You rebloged my post about France in fanfiction and I wanted to reply to it because I found what you said interesting, but because you used just tags would be goofy to reblog it again so I am sending an ask!
I agree about the cannon not helping, the thing is France got better in the cannon, he is more interesting now. I am not very into Prussia so I don't remember if he got better in later parts. But this thing about him being the worst in PruCan fanfic isn't something I noticed in Brazilian Fanfics or maybe I just don't remember lol
I wrote my post at 1 AM and now I stopped to think about what annoys me about how simple and awful Francis' characterization is and I noticed that it simply doesn't have a reason. When I was writing my fic, I wanted to make him bad in a European kind of way, he is France, France really did a lot of shit, he is kind of goofy and useless now? Yes, but that wasn't the case in the Early Modern era.
I also never saw no one exploring his sexuality. Why is Francis overly sexual? Why is he so dramatic? Why is he always trying to get in someone's pants? Real people have reasons to act overly sexual, they aren't just born this way, but WHY I NEVER SEE NO ONE ASKING THOSE QUESTIONS??
Thank you for rebloguing my post and confirming I wasn't just seeing things lol
Hiii! First, I adore your blog. Thank you for introducing me to the world of TurkFra. My eyes have been opened and my mind widened.
I almost think the fandom needed to go through the "dark times" or "dark age" of character interpretation to get where we are now. I know there was for sure a shift happing when I dipped out of the fandom in 2016ish. And when I started occasionally reading fanfics again during lockdown I was blown away with the shifts regarding the characterization of nearly all the characters.
Totally agree with you 100% about interpreting a character like France in a way where he is bad shit person, because of the actual actions of France. Imo its really important to include things like that into every nations characterizing when engaging in more "real life inspired" characterization. Almost have to wonder if the rise in popularity of historical hetalia has had anything to do with this change. While it was sorta a thing in the early years of the fandom, it didn't really seem to have much of a collective following and community. And now it seems that characters of empires/colonists like France/England/America/Russia etc. have shifted away from being written to have very goofy and comically negative traits more in-line with the 2008-2012ish canon to having their negative traits rooted more in the real-life negative habits or traits of the real world nations. I'd also wonder if the average age in the fandom has gone up which has helped characters simply be better developed.
The "bad touch trio" was super common back in the day. It was France/Prussia/Spain. Pretty much the entire characterization for them all ended up being sex addicts who went around well, SA or SH other nations. That mixed with the very silly "everything is based on basic national stereotypes" vibe of early canon I think just made i so a character like France ("nation of love"/the idea that the French are much more sexually liberated then the English or Americans) was very one-sided even when other charters were getting a little bit better of treatment. I also always felt like France was never as popular in the American/English fandom as American and England. So he (and often Canada) would sorta just thrown into things without much development character-wise.
You bring up so many good points!!! legit I have always thought about things like this.
#I had this all written up and my internet went out for the rest of the night 😭 lost all of it#hws france#hws america#hws england#historical hetalia#hetalia discussions#hws russia#tw sa mention#tw SH mention
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It’s RWC eve, and with kickoff tomorrow at 8:15 PM UK time, some speculation is in order for the 9 people on tumblr who follow it.
For those who don’t know, rugby union is a sport not far removed from American football, based more on evasion than contact however. There are 15 players on each team, and the ultimate goal is to get the ball grounded in the other team’s try area - comparable to the end zone in NFL. Unlike NFL though, the ball can only be passed backwards in rugby (unless you’re kicking it), turning it into a whole different ball game, so to speak.
Should a team achieve this, they score 5 points, and can attempt a conversion - that’s kicking the ball from a tee between the upright posts - for an extra 2. Penalties can also be kicked for 3 points outside of try scoring situations, making for a strategic and slightly complicated scoring system, though yet again NFL fans won’t be unfamiliar with it. It’s worth noting that games have been won solely on penalty points though, so don’t underestimate them.
Now, for the teams:
As it’s still a developing sport, not even competing with the likes of soccer or cricket, there are only 20 participating teams in the RWC. There are several countries that have adopted it as their national sport however, including Wales, New Zealand, and many of the pacific islands.
Of the four pools, only two from each will advance to the quarter finals, while third placed in the pool will automatically qualify for the next tournament, giving teams plenty to play for, even if they aren’t going to win every game.
With that said, there are favourites and no hopers among those that have qualified;
The Favourites
🇫🇷 - France. As this year’s hosts, France are currently ranked 3rd in the world, and are notoriously unpredictable. Able to beat - or lose to - just about anyone, France have been the bridesmaids of the Rugby World Cup three times now. With flair, team depth and a home field advantage, they’re expected to go far, and should be guaranteed a place in the semifinals or better.
Which French team shows up may be revealed when they play New Zealand in the opening match.
🇮🇪 - Ireland. Ranked number one in the world, but with a poor record at World Cups, never getting past the quarterfinals, Ireland don’t thrive under the pressure of expectation, preferring to act as the underdog and surprise people instead.
Nevertheless, with a dedicated following, solid recent form, and trailblazing coach Andy Farrell, this could be the year they break that curse, though they’ll have to escape the Pool of Death first.
🇳🇿 - New Zealand. Historically the best rugby nation on the planet, New Zealand were near unmatched in this sport until recently, remaining at the top of the rankings for almost ten consecutive years. Their form has taken a dip recently, particularly after a record breaking loss to South Africa, but only time will tell whether the infamous All Blacks can bounce back, or if they were just hustling.
🇿🇦 - South Africa. As the current champs, alongside terrific form and team depth, the Springboks are expected to go far this year. While they are also stuck in the Pool of Death with Ireland and Scotland, they have a tremendous pedigree in the sport, matching New Zealand’s record three victories, despite featuring in two less World Cups. Thriving under pressure, the Springboks combine esteem and unconventional playstyles - you’ll hear the phrase ‘bomb squad’ used a lot when they’re playing - a lot of fans will see this World Cup as South Africa’s to lose.
The Dark Horses
🏴 - Scotland. Currently ranked 5th in the world, Scotland are in strong form and have surprising team depth for such a small rugby nation. Unpredictable and world beating on a good day (yet still waiting on that historic victory against the All Blacks), Scotland would be expected to do well this year… if they weren’t in the Group of Death alongside Ireland and South Africa. These are both teams Scotland can beat, but will they remain consistent for a full eighty minutes of play? That’s the main concern.
🇦🇷 - Argentina. Often forgotten as a rugby nation due to their soccer pedigree, Argentina are one of this tournament’s secret weapons. With solid form, growing momentum and a lucky placement in the pools however, los Pumas can probably reach the semifinals.
🇦🇺 - Australia. Famous rivals to the All Blacks, Australia’s form has fallen in recent years, but not to the point where they should be counted out. Almost causing a massive upset against New Zealand, leading them for most of the game on their own turf, when the Wallabies get it right they can be deadly, and they’ve won this tournament twice as well, so don’t write them off just yet.
🏴 - England. Having won the RWC in 2003, not to mention inventing the sport, England have a rugby pedigree that can’t be denied. Their recent form has been poor however, recording several record losses, as well as a first ever loss to Fiji. While they should make it out of their pool - though this is largely because it’s the easiest pool by far - England won’t be expected to go much further, maybe scraping past the quarterfinals if they’re lucky.
🏴 - Wales. Between funding issues and player retirement, Wales are a depleted side this World Cup. While inconsistent across previous tournaments, they have notched up some remarkable results in the past, and could do so again under legendary coach Warren Gatland. It’s far more likely that they’ll struggle however, and may not even make it out of the pool this year, with Fiji and Georgia looking strong.
The No Hopers
🇮🇹 - Italy. While their form has been good, and they’ve made great strides in recent years, Italy are grouped in with France and New Zealand, the latter of which they’ve never beaten. Short of a miracle, Italy won’t be making it out of their pool.
🇫🇯 - Fiji. Recording a famous win in Twickenham on their last warmup match, Fiji have form and momentum on their side, and will be aiming for the quarterfinals. They likely won’t get any further, but for a tiny island nation, Fiji punch well above their weight.
🇼🇸 - Samoa. Having upset traditionally stronger nations at previous World Cups, Samoa could surprise a few opponents this year too. Beating either England or Argentina for a qualifying place will be a tough ask, but never say never.
🇹🇴 - Tonga. Also in the Group of Death with Scotland, Ireland and South Africa, Tonga will be gunning for an upset. Their form has been strong, and they perform immensely well for an island of 100,000 people, but escaping the pool will probably be too much of an ask.
🇬🇪 - Georgia. Europe’s ‘other’ rugby nation dominates in the second tier of competitive play, and will hope to upset Wales in this World Cup, just like they did in Cardiff last year. With Fiji also vying for the same spot though, their rough and tumble playstyle may work against them in the long run, as fitness is definitely an issue for bulkier players.
🇯🇵 - Japan. After stunning South Africa 34-32 at RWC2015, and graduating from their pool by beating both Ireland and Scotland at RWC2019, Japan will hope to take advantage of their reputation as the wild card, and escape pools a second time. With England looking vulnerable it’s not impossible, but poor form and and equally hungry Samoa may hold them back.
‘We’re just happy to be here!’
🇺🇾 - Uruguay. South America’s second best rugby nation has grown massively in recent years. Ousting Canada from the qualification rounds, they’ve featured at plenty of World Cups, and even got a surprise win over Fiji last tournament. In a strong pool with France, New Zealand and Italy however, they’ll be fighting with Namibia for what will likely be their sole victory of the tournament.
🇳🇦 - Namibia. Similarly to Uruguay in many ways, Namibia are also the second best in their continent, behind the mighty Springboks. Also in the same group as Uruguay, they’ll be aiming for a single win, with no real hope of graduating from their pool.
🇷🇴 - Romania. A World Cup mainstay, The Oaks have been to all but one tournament, and even that absence was mired in controversy. Between lacklustre recent form and rampant funding issues however, Romania will be lucky to get a win in what’s by far the toughest pool.
🇵🇹 - Portugal. Another nation known more for their soccer, Portugal won’t be expecting much from their pool. If they get a win, they’ll be ecstatic. They qualified by the skin of their teeth, but they made it here. That’s reason enough to celebrate, and it’s only a short plane trip home.
🇨🇱 - Chile. Debuting at RWC2023, Chile qualified with a last gasp victory over the USA, and will likely end up bottom of their pool. Still, qualifying at all is a massive achievement for a nation with such a small following.
…and that’s everything. RWC2023 is considered the most open World Cup in the sport’s history, with as many as six or seven viable contenders. Whoever holds the Webb Ellis Cup aloft in a few weeks is up to debate, but it should be entertaining nonetheless. Game on!
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Day 22 - Carrion to Calzadilla de la Cueza
It was going to be a short day, between 9 and 10 miles so the idea was that we’d not wake at any time and just make our way slowly.
However the internal clocks were strong and we were awake and pottering not long after half 6. The cafe across the way was open so we had breakfast there, toast or tostada as they call it here, with a decent cup of coffee. They also made up some tortilla baguettes for us for the road.
We set off from the town bang on 8, crossing the river and an interesting monastery which had been turned into a nice hotel.
The path followed a country road for a couple of miles. We then followed what was an old tramway.
There were trees on this section so we had some shade. But it was very straight, very flat, and very long!
About halfway along there was a cabin where we stopped for the best fresh orange juice and a slice of the cabin owner’s mum’s cake, which was delicious. Our American Camino family gradually appeared (Joe and Charles are now on the same leg).
We didn’t hang around long but carried on the path learning line 3 of the Welsh national anthem and I listened to a bit of music.
The countryside reminded us both of the Fens, very flat with far reaching views.
After another few miles we got to a picnic place with a shelter under which people had been writing graffiti, including some French people who seemed to be very keen on their cheese, praising reblochon and tartiflette!
The last section passed by some fields of wheat that almost seemed silvery blue in colour, or perhaps it was us hallucinating as we’d had enough by then.
The town suddenly appeared in a dip and we sighed with relief.
Our hostel is a small place but is also a shop and a restaurant. It reminded us both a bit of Fawlty Towers as everything was more than a little chaotic with a young women and her mother running the place. It didn’t help that a pile of pilgrims descended on them wanting some lunch or to book in.
After eating our packed lunch in the courtyard with Alex (one of the Texans), we chilled and had showers.
We spent the rest of the afternoon booking up accommodation for the rest of our trip. The last 100k from Sarria is very popular so we were anxious to make sure we could find somewhere to stay. I think we’re just about sorted now bar a couple of places.
Our Pilgrim meal tonight was really nice. We had a huge plate of salad to start, then Jane had a fish dish and I had chicken Cañarían-style done in the oven with lemon. Both of us had ice cream for pud.
We’re now sorting ourselves out for tomorrow. It’s a 13-miler to Sahagun and it’s due to be warm, so we’ll send on our bags and get an early start.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that we are now ever so slightly closer to Santiago now than St Jean. The numbers on our app show we’ve been 383.9kms with 383.1kms to go!
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Dance with the Devil at Farsang
There was something oddly but extremely satisfying upon witnessing the raw shock mixed with outrage when diplomats, merchants from other countries, empires visited to reestablish trade connections upon hearing the raging war has quietened. No one expected to be face to face with the terror of a woman who robbed them tons of riches (and later they learned she funded her revolution with them) not bound in chains but sitting on the throne of Hungary with the lethal grace of a jungle cat. Predatory eyes accompanied by a sharp smirk dancing in the corner of her lips when recognition set in; widening into a grin upon the grim realization that now she was even more untouchable. Not like anyone could ever catch her on the sea, nor in her own land.
The Brits might just be her favorite to torment. Mostly because they were so pleased with their colonies and failed to pay attention to most of the political changes in Europe, unless it involved either the Spanish or the French. Oh their surprise, fury, panic was a joy to witness and be the cause of just by her mere presence. The now independent Kingdom of Hungary happened to be one of the largest grain exports with almost endless plains, the transport route relatively short and a lot safer than importing from one of their precious colonies only to have it stolen on the way to the mainland. What a shame would it be, even though she was no longer...in the business of making empires miserable. Well, not as an outlaw anyways.
Selling it a higher price was a combination of her amusement, knowledge how badly they needed it and her country was still being rebuilt from the three year revolutionary war. With the deal arranged, a thin eyebrow arched in graceful mockery at the openly murderous glares thrown in her direction.
What kind of queen would Rozália be if she didn't insist them to stay till Sunday when she was about to hold her first official Farsang of her reign? Colorful costumes, decorated masks mouthwatering food, lively dances, traditions and music throughout day and night; both her and her nation needed this celebration, for nobles and foreign visitors held in the Buda Castle with a stunning view to the Danube.
The day arrived soon and the Queen was more than prepared...only that she wasn't present at the feast, instead Marcell, her ex first mate now captain of the castle guards excused that her costume is taking too long to apply.
Rozália could barely contain her electric excitement. Emerald eyes glowed even brighter after the careful lining with black, a few adjustments, the most notable being her hair chopped off by the same trustworthy damascus steel sabers. Ferenc was already grinning like a lunatic upon noticing, even the always worried Marcell couldn't suppress a small amused smile in the depths of his beard.
The curtains were semi see through, the music quietened as the silhouette of the Queen seemingly glided close. Still obscured by the veil like curtain, only the size of her dress and hairdo could be seen, until an another figure steadily approached from behind and with one motion severed the head, causing many horrified gasps, shrieks at the unexpected assassination-
The curtains parted, the head of the mannequin rolled down the steps ansand music upon Sándor's signal picking up a heated rhythm as the Hungarian Devil sauntered into view. Full pirate captain getup from coat to hat with the fiery feather, signature sabers twirled in her grip with utmost ease, each movement dripping, oozing with pride.
Cheers, gasps of surprise and outrage followed her grand entrance, those who were part of her once crew could barely hold their laughter at the display, some of the clueless nobility was delighted at her bold choice, while the remaining...they knew.
There was more sway in her steps than back in the days but not less grace, stealing the dance partner of some Duke with ease; a quick twirl and she dipped the woman while kicking the Duke into his chair, effectively seating him.
"B-but Your Highness-" the noblewoman in her hold stammered at the bold dip
“Call me Captain.” came the almost sultry purr of her gritty alto before releasing the flushed woman back to a chair, although more gently than she did with her previous dance partner
"The Queen is such a great actor! Don't you think Admiral?" The young and beautiful lady in a bejeweled mask resembling to a peacock currently accompanying the Admiral fluttered her long lashes at her companion, not quite understanding why the British delegation's mood became even more gloomy. Which she didn't know was even possible.
Meanwhile the storm of the woman continued her rampage, reveling in the attention, the scandal; currently dancing on top of the main table and miraculously evading all plates, occasionally stealing a bite with her sword.
“Oh but is there any hero in shining wig to save the noble class from such battle hardened criminal?” Rozália declared dramatically; it has been too long since she had a real duel. Too long her thirst left unquenched by swordsmen not even near her level nor experience.
Technically, it was an open challenge yet her blazing eyes never left the Admiral's, her lips slowly revealing the monstrous fangs; just like in the old days she longed for a dance. The glow of emerald seemed to burn brighter with each spin of the curved blades briefly crossing in front of her face as she waited for the rise to her scandalous taunt.
#🌹 queen verse ⚔ | when god crowned the devil; the queen of roses and swords unfurled her wings#🌹 ic ⚔ | checkmate at last.#🌊 ashotdropandasuddenstop 🌙 | l only can hope you still see the ruins of my halo#no rush or anything at all; I just wanted to write it in February because aCuRAcY 🤣#She's having way too much fun with this🤣#and yes I had to give James an arm candy XD#I left it ambiguous whenever Beckett is alive or not; I say fuck the timeline there too because it would add an another great element but#this one is fully up to you ^^#also DONT even feel like you have to match length; I figured out that for some reason I can't shut up on this blog😅#🌹 crack / queen verse ⚔ | what happened outside europe; stays outside europe
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Ask: 2p Asia with maid SO
I'm sorry it took so long! This one took a bit since I was realized that I hadn’t created everyone in the 2p Asia group. Which is a lot bigger group than I thought. Thanks, Hetalia Wiki for showing me reality.
So I’ll come back to include the last ones when I get character sheets for Osaka, Persia, Indonesia, and the Philippines, but until that day comes, here it is for these few.
China: For him to discover his Qin to be a maid will only increase his flirtatious teasing. Depending on whether you are forced into a French maid outfit or just wearing your casual clothes, you can expect a tug on the hem as he innocently asks you to clean him up.
Cyprus: Georgios will harshly question why you never revealed this secret to him. For a while, the dip in the trust will have him be annoying, in that he is hiding your uniform and supplies. Even your car keys just to get back at you for your secret.
Though, if you told him beforehand then like Jin, he’s gonna tease you when you first arrive home, before holding you and asking about the jerks that stared at you while you cleaned.
Hong Kong: When he saw you coming home from work with your mom, he was confused. Asking you what you are doing with her. The situation was explained while putting away all the cleaning supplies. And he thought it was cool that even at the tender age of 15 that you were already working so hard.
India: Yatin would be confused and his pride a little wounded on how he didn’t see the signs that you were cleaning houses. The calloused fingertips from using harsh chemicals, the subtle smell of bleach on your skin, and even the speckles of dust on your clothes never ceased to make him sneeze.
Though he would bounce back calmly and ask if there was anything he could do to help. After all, a man of pride refuses to let his darling stoop so low.
Japan: Kurai understands that to survive in this world one must work. He also doesn’t care that you do it as long as no one flirts with you or that you are wearing casual clothes, not a French uniform. If it’s the French, then he’ll help you find a new job. Though he wouldn’t mind if you had one just for him.
Korea: Do-yun’s going to be curious about you cleaning houses. He’ll ask if there is a set routine you follow or if would it be all in the air until it's time to find a house. Though as you explain the pros and cons of working young and in a stranger’s home, he is gonna get a little grumpy. Asking why they would hire someone to clean when they don’t trust them or not supply products they like when they hate the ones used.
Macau: Cheung’s first bet once he finds out about your career choice is to get photos of you in your uniform or to get you into a French maid uniform. As you already guessed, he cheated, so one way or another he’s taking photos of you in that outfit. He’ll probably brag that you dress up for him often to other nations when in reality you just wear jeans and an old tee to move sweet old lady’s many fake Christmas trees while cleaning their house.
Niko-Niko: Sana understands, after all, he did the same himself after losing his nationhood. It only deepens that love that you guys hold. He does ask you from time to time about new cleaning supplies that you guys should use on your house. After all you’re the expert.
Russia: Viktor is going to want you to quit. As the man of this relationship, he is going to want to take care of all your needs, including finances. If you beg and say that without a job you’ll go crazy then he’ll ask to be placed on your roster, once a week for a deep clean of his entire house.
Taiwan: Ming-hui will nod her head and compliment your ability to work under such cruel conditions. She knows that people can be odd or harsh when strangers first enter another’s space, after all, that is how she gets her work done.
Thailand: Pai’s first question is asking if your services extend to cleaning the barnacles on boats because it would be hot to see you cleaning his boat in a swimsuit. Other than that he’s going to be pushy about the secrets you’ve found or ask you to steal something cool.
#2p hetalia#2p headcanons#2P Thailand#2P Taiwan#2p russia#2p niko niko republic#2P Macau#2p South Korea#2p japan#2P India#2p hong kong#2p cyprus#2p china
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National Ranch Day
Usually a sidekick for a variety of other foods, National Ranch Day brings that delightful flavor of this delicious dressing to the forefront of attention. No longer a condiment or an afterthought, ranch dressing is definitely the special guest star of the day!
History of National Ranch Day
The story of ranch dressing dates back several decades, to the late 1940s. In fact, the claim to the first creation of this strictly American condiment goes to a man named Steve Henson who originally thought of the concoction of buttermilk and herbs when he was working in Alaska.
After moving to California and purchasing the Hidden Valley dude ranch in California, Henson started serving and selling his salad dressing commercially. The company grew through mail-order and started to become very popular throughout the United States.
Ranch style dressing was originally sold as dry packets of herbs and spices that were meant to be mixed with milk and mayonnaise. Today, it can still be found in this powdered style, which is particularly easy for travel, or it can be purchased in bottles that are pre-mixed and ready to eat.
Now, one of the most popular salad dressings and condiments that is sold in the United States. Beyond just pouring it on top of salads, ranch dressing has some other versatile serving options that can’t be beat!
National Ranch Day is here to show appreciation for and pay attention to the deliciousness of ranch dressing.
How to Celebrate National Ranch Day
Take a break from boring and enjoy National Ranch Day with lots of fun and different ways to celebrate. Get started with some of these ideas:
Enjoy Ranch Dressing
One of the best things that can be done in honor of National Ranch Day is to include it in any and every meal and snack eaten on this day! Of course, ranch dressing can be poured on top of a delicious and nutritious salad, but there are other ways to eat it also.
Make it up into a delicious dip for veggies like carrots, broccoli, cauliflower and celery. Or use it for dipping items like chicken nuggets or fish sticks. Other ideas for eating ranch might include drizzling it on top of tasty pizza or a pile of french fries. Some people like to put ranch dressing on corn on the cob, or even on top of chili. Of course, it is delicious with buffalo wings!
Whatever way is preferred, this is definitely the day for getting creative with ranch dressing.
Hold a Ranch Dressing Taste Test
National Ranch Dressing Day is a great time to have fun checking out which ranch dressing is the best one of all. It might be fun to host a ranch dressing taste test in the breakroom at work or just in the kitchen at home. Have coworkers or friends participate in a blind taste test, have each person vote on which one is best, and then name the winning brand as the reigning champion!
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Happy National French Dip Day! #food #foodporn #sandwich #frenchdip #nationalfrenchdipday
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Food while Camping
DH and I use an app called AnyList for menu planning and grocery lists. There’s an annual fee, but it is pretty low (maybe $10?/year). We used that to meal plan and grocery shop while camping just like we use it at home.
When tenting (and in a travel trailer too), you have limited space to store food. We had a cooler and then a bin labeled for food as well as two kitchen bins with camping supplies for cooking.
We would grocery shop locally and load up before going into a park for however many nights we were going to be there. For example, we were only in Yellowstone for two nights, so before we left Cody, WY, we hit up the Walmart there and bought enough for those two days. On the way to Glacier, we stopped in Kalispell, MT to get groceries for the 5-6 nights were were going to be in the park.
Typical dinner meals for us: Turkey burgers with buns, baked beans, strawberries; campfire nachos and rice, quesadillas with tomatoes, canned corn, black beans, and cheese (we used basically the same toppings plus ground Turkey on the nachos) and Caesar salad, French dip sandwiches (SO good!), tuna helper with salad and garlic knots.
Lunches may have been grilled cheese and ramen; cold cut sandwiches, apple slices, and chips; mac and cheese and hot dogs.
Breakfast was oatmeal (instant or regular), pancakes, or eggs and sausage.
We had a camp stove with us and some things we cooked over the fire. It really wasn’t that bad. Food storage was the most challenging because of the bears and our lack of space in the van, but they had bear boxes in the national parkas so we just threw all of our groceries in that once we arrived.
@predictablyunpredictablelife and @deepdeepjoyandpain—also probably more than either of you wanted to know. 😆
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Ugh, not me completely forgetting what I originally wanted to ask. My brain these days… 😅
My question is about Jim and Héloïse and their marriage: Marrying a significant other from another country/culture, how did that impact their respective views and habits? Did they drop things or adopt them from the other? Are there traditions they didn’t get for the rest of their lives? Or didn’t they care in the first place?
I love that you’re asking multiple questions 😂
Okay, so the difference in nationality wasn’t really a problem for these two. By the time they were married, Héloïse had spent almost 1/4 of her life in the U.K., and another 1/8 of it overseas in other countries aside from her native France. She was pretty used to other cultures, particularly that of Britain.
More of an issue (though not a major one) was the difference in their family situations. Héloïse was born into an ancient and prestigious French magical dynasty with both money and status. Though the 19th Century Hexleys were not poor, they were very much a family of middle-classed liberals. Héloïse was an only child and orphan at the age of 14 raised in part by her grandmother and house-elf in a cold and empty castle, Jim grew up in a country cottage with Ethel Hexley as his twin sister, Florence Mudge as his mother, and aunts, uncles, and cousins living next door. Talk about a culture shock.
As for traditions and merged cultures… Héloïse learned to love large family gatherings (for short periods, at least), and Jim quickly conceded that French baked goods were superior. He never understood the deal with dipping bread in hot chocolate, however, and Héloïse never understood the Hexley tradition of gathering to watch Ethel perform some sort of rehearsed play for the entire family every Christmas Eve instead of opening presents.
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Traditions my family has held onto from Poland and What we have since lost..
I am a mixture of nationalities, and that has always felt kind of disappointing for me growing up, especially when a holiday or special occasion would come around and my family I felt would be really lacking what I saw many of my friends families having, traditions, and connections to their nationality and home country. I grew up knowing I was at least a mixture of polish, Irish, German do by, French, French Canadian, and native American. I traced back my genealogy and also found some Scottish and English. My father’s father’s side of the family can be traced back to the first colonies in the United States, no joke. But on my father’s mother’s side, we are close to entirely polish. And this made Easter dinner very special to me. Yes it was a very watered down, Americanized version of Polish Easter, but it was something! Of course there is more to the festivities than the food, but I would like to stay on topic, and for this post, keep the discussion to the traditions surrounding food.
Chronologically, the first food-centric Polish Easter traditions occur prior to Easter Sunday. On Saturday, the night before Easter Sunday, Święconka, meaning "the blessing of the Easter baskets is traditionally celebrated. Where many Polish immigrants and the generations that followed proudly continued this tradition, my family did not. This tradition consists of attending Saturday night mass the night before Easter, and taking a basket containing the food that is to be served for Easter to be blessed by the priest.. Typical contents of the basket include butter, Easter bread, horseradish, eggs, sausage ham, salt, cheese, candles, and colorful ribbons. Each food represents a different blessing. Example: eggs for new life, and candles for light in the world.
The tradition of coloring Easter eggs is similar to the practice we know today, but the Polish tradition is far more intricate. Known as “pisanki”, the tradition is conducted by coloring eggs in natural dyes and adding intricately detailed designs are using paint, wax, etching with needles, or even paper or flowers petals. These eggs are traditionally given tto friends and family for Easter, so at times the eggs are made out of Wood for longer lasting gifts. In my family, we opted to practice a modified version of pisanki. Instead of the premade kits sold commercially, we stuck to the methods used by our grandmother’s grandmother using natural dyes including beets, and drawing on the eggs with wax before dipping the eggs into the dye, so the design would be visible after taking them out of the coloring.
The centerpiece of our Easter Sunday feast is the traditional Easter lamb. In Poland these are made from Sugar, but somewhere in time this became a lamb made out of butter by the Polish immigrants in the U.S. This was a staple of Easter Sunday growing up.
Our Easter feast itself was sort of a modified version of the traditional Polish Easter feast. I believe that this is largely because in Poland years ago, this was a feast for the entire day. Serves following Sunday morning mass, this feast lasted through all three meals of the day. Many Polish descendants in the US today, including mine, serve one meal, Easter dinner.
Traditional Polish Easter food includes ham, classic kiełbasa, white kiełbasa (made of unsmoked pork meat), pate, horseradish and Zurek (Polish soup made of fermented rye flour, coming with hard boiled eggs and sausage), Śledź ( herring), and eggs with salmon roe or caviar. Desserts were plentiful, and features the likes of Mazurek cake, babka, and cheesecake. To name a few. On our table every Easter I could look forward to the ham, rye bread, eggs sauerkraut, and kielbasa as was tradition, as well as other Polish classics like pierogi and golmbki.
The dessert was a new tradition added by my great uncle Paul. This was also my favorite part of the meal. He taught the kids and had us assist in the dessert making. Every year we made honey baklava. I hope this tradition is carried as far as the traditions carries from Poland to our table every Easter!
Works Cited
Alberti, K. (2017, April 10). The curious transformation of Polish easter in the US & UK. Culture.pl. Retrieved September 22, 2022, from https://culture.pl/en/article/the-curious-transformation-of-polish-easter-in-the-us-uk
Jones , M. (2014, April 7). 10 traditional dishes of Polish Easter. Culture.pl. Retrieved September 22, 2022, from https://culture.pl/en/article/10-traditional-dishes-of-polish-easter
No Last name provided , Elizabeth. 9 Polish Easter Traditions. Key to Poland. Retrieved September 22, 2022, from https://keytopoland.com/post/9-polish-easter-traditions
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