#quebecois recipe

[jennifersblog-en]

It has felt like a good idea to try a maple syrup 🍁 icing on my buns. I regret nothing. 😉

#bun #buns #icing #maple syrup icing #maple #baking #home baking #homemade baking #american baking #quebecois baking #cottagecore #cottagecore aesthetic #cottagecore recipe #quebecois recipe #cottagecore baking #jennifersblog

[averseunhinged]

Me: so what are some Newfoundland holiday traditions?

G-ma: being too poor to own shoes.

Me: …okay. any other ones?

G-ma: being depressed in the dark and knowing you will all die if you don't leave.

Me: OKAY what about Cape Breton then?

G-ma: pork pies.

Me: thank god.

Me: so it's kind of like tourtière?

G-ma: they're a dessert.

Me: …made with pork???

G-ma: no. dates.

Me: and they're called pork pies.

G-ma: the dates are chopped. It looks like pork. Then you put maple frosting on top.

Me: …

G-ma: it looks like mashed potato.

Me: …is Canada okay

literally every conversation with my octogenarian grandmother about ~the old country~ goes like this. anyway, i think i'm going to make cardamom buns from my dad's side. it's not like sweden was less depressing, but i do like some of the food more.

#my great-grandma's quebecois recipes are either too hard or too sweet #and apparently there are many valid reasons why my grandma never does anything from her side

[gefdreamsofthesea]

More demo impressions:

Gord - the title actually refers to the name of a settlement, not someone's name, it's a city builder mixed with survival elements, ugly "dark and gritty" character design, I'm not saying everyone has to be super attractive but I don't want to spend another minute staring at Edwyn (also he's an ass can I throw him in a ditch)

Everafter Falls - played this for less than a minute before deciding I hated it, just really don't like the art style and the goofy floaty animations and the music just irritated me, I'm sure someone will like it it just pushes the exact wrong buttons for me

Sugar Shack - Quebecois Simulator, no really it's a management game based on maple syrup. One of the initial recipes you get is for sugar pie (I love sugar pie and I hate pie). It's built for co-op though, which is kind of a shame for me as a solo player

Paleo Pines -

Omgggggg look she's so cute I love her!

Eternights - hetero boy simulator, that is, a dating sim during a zombie apocalypse with real-time combat, has annoying as hell QTEs, the animated cutscenes are surprisingly well done

[thessalian]

Thess vs Disability Issues, Part 482

It’s cold in London right now. It snowed yesterday. It is currently 0 degrees Celcius, so literal freezing. We don’t have a lot of snowploughs and very little in the way of people to grit the sidewalks, because we normally don’t need it. Snow tyres ... maybe exist here but no one bothers with them even in good economic circumstances, much less shit-shows like the current one.

I am Quebecois. I know from personal experience that all of this? Is known as the perfect recipe for entirely hazardous road conditions, especially black ice. Now, this is bad enough in Montreal, which is prepared for this kind of bullshit. But here? Not only do they not have the local infrastructure to take reasonable precautions against the hazardous road conditions, but no one knows how to drive in this shit. Why would they have to? We almost never get these conditions. That’s why our nearly bankrupt local authorities cut corners there first, and thus create the insanely hazardous road conditions in the first place.

So here’s me. I want to nip out to the corner shop. Except there are a few problems with that:

I live on a hill. No matter what route I take, I am going down and up a relatively steep incline at some point in my journey.

I do not have weather-appropriate footwear. I have a pair of Vans whose treads are worn fairly smooth after something like two years of wear.

My fibromyalgia flares up in cold weather. This means pain, and probably more leaning on my mobility aid to keep my balance when spasms happen. My cane’s bad enough on smooth-worn linoleum; ice is a non-starter. Summary of all of the above: I don’t want to take a fall on black ice.

This also means I do not go very fast. This when I will have to cross three roads each way, one of which is ... well, visibility is blocked by the crest of a hill, so you can’t see traffic coming until it’s over the hill ... and obviously coming down the hill, where the potential for hitting black ice is fairly high. Summary: I don’t want to get hit by an out-of-control car skidding on black ice.

I know the potential for at least the walking part because I actually took a fall on black ice a few years ago, when I was rushing for a train (which was delayed anyway, so I shouldn’t have bothered) and not taking the usual walking precautions I learned for cold-weather walking pretty much as soon as I learned to walk at all. The result was a sprained ribcage. That was bad enough when my pain responses were normal. Nowadays? Not a risk I want to take. Of course, getting hit by a car would be worse. So nipping out to the corner shop is probably a no-go.

Of course, I could do a delivery order, probably. Expensive, but less risky. Issue there is that I don’t want to send some poor delivery bugger out there either. Cars are bad enough; motorcycles and bicycles are worse. I don’t want to be responsible for some in-a-hurry delivery driver’s accident any more than I want to have an accident myself.

Weirdly, my two safest options are to either wait until morning, when there’s actual light out and maybe even just enough warmth to get slush rather than black ice ... or wait until later this evening where things would probably have frozen solid but there’s also less chance of traffic. We’ll see, though I guess I’m going to have to practice walking out there anyway because I still have to go into work on Thursday and oooooooh so much not looking forward to the commute with the weather like this. Buses don’t have snow tyres either, and I don’t know how much training bus drivers get in driving on icy roads...

These are the things I have to think about these days. It’s kind of infuriating, I have to admit. A couple of years ago, most I’d be worried about is putting on enough layers and remembering how to plant my feet when walking on ice. Now I have to consider the various mobility restrictions I have and how much more a fall would hurt. Damnit, I still love the snow, but it’s beyond frustrating that it’s more or less verboten for me to be out in it now.

#Thess has fibromyalgia

[nuclearforest]

tell me about your oc, any oc

I swear to you I did not forget about this and had a wedding in the family this weekend, so my reply was delayed. Ty for the ask! I will now proceed to infodump everything you would need to know and more about Claire, my precious little power fantasy baby. This whole OC talk is surprisingly fun for somebody still getting used to it.

-Born early 1700s in early colonial America to owners of an apple orchard

-Everybody there (except for Claire, who is about 8 at this time) proceeds to die a violent death in a wildfire that consumes the orchard. Magical in nature with an indeterminate source but ultimately (as the lady herself describes it) "settled in Claire's bones"

-My current HC is that the type of curse that turns you into a werewolf (or werewolf adjacent creature, as Claire calls herself because of specific distinctions between the more comment European and Quebecois breeds) varies based on the curse that does it. Most European cases like Hans (born early-mid 1800s in my verse) are cursed in a way that has the moon and/or wind drives their level of power. Claire, on the other hand, is a significantly rarer breed of werewolf common to areas with wildfires and curses, mostly the US and Australia. Their power isn't connected to any celestial bodies or other physical phenomena; instead being centered around their emotions and willingness to self destruct. So it tends to focus on using the negative as fuel for power. (Also, her breed doesn't tend to smell like a werewolf unless they've recently shifted, and even then, it's much more burnt wood than wolf.)

-Claire is fun in that sense, because she's extremely violent from a young age. Mellows out around age 100 and starts to carve herself a political niche as a yet undefeated monster hunter. So she's got the running theory that people tend to be violent their first hundred years of life (in her views, Hans fits that bill-- if not marking him a late bloomer!)

-Her current position (and just about any interesting story that follows her) would be centered around her rise as the US premier monster expert. She's stuck in a mostly bureaucratic job, but does get to hunt when something is deemed far too dangerous for a regular set of agents. Current approach is to keep the peace in the valley because in her experience, disruptions of the natural supernatural predatory ecosystem leaves gaps for new, more awful creatures to come crawling up. So a few losses here and there alongside some unexplained events keep things interesting. There is a somewhat tense relationship with allies, most of whom had their own approaches to the same issue.

-Claire was, at a time, allied with Arthur Hellsing! He was in charge of Britain's branch, and they were cordial, but when he died contact was lost and blocked by Walter, funny enough. But to Claire, the line went radio silent.

-In her verse she meets Hans just a few years before the events of Hellsing Ultimate. She had finally gotten wind of some shady dealings as early as the 60s when another branch of government traded weapons and intel to Millennium for everybody's favorite catboy recipe and some knowledge on vampiric soldiers. Montana agreed to it for the resources they couldn't get across the ocean AND because he wanted to see if the US would use it against the USSR. They didn't, but Mill got all the supplies they needed to stockpile a ton of shit and claim power in the spheres of every other awful Nazi that fled to South America following the close of WWII.

-When the events of the Dawn were going down, Claire had been dispatched to the Pacific front. Since the Hellsings had Alucard, the Atlantic was considered to be covered from the US POV.

-Anyway IMO the more interesting parts of her life come before Hans because that's all political intrigue. But I suck at writing that so instead her appearance fic is when she, again, caught wind of those shady dealings and infiltrates Mill. After a very flimsy excuse to keep her around, she warms up to Hans, goes on a rampage when he's gone, and pretty much forcibly relocates him home. Definitely leaning heavily on the power fantasy right there.

-Claire is also much more possessive of Hans than he is of her. He also tends to look at her through rose colored lenses because he doesn't often get exposed to the violent acts she's capable of committing. If he does witness it, it's only mildly unsettling at worst because she's a type of critter he isn't used to.

-But in the end they're a well rounded balance, both with sins of the past that they have to live with. They also immediately settle into an old, comfortable romance. No rush to do anything and all the time in the world for the other.

#hellsing oc #mun rambles #fire lady claire

[jbeaubier]

@stonefoxy

"Pay attention, we need those cut julienne not minced. " gently pushing Anole aside he exchanges the kitchen knife for the cup of hot tea he had made for his son. " Watch, you are making more work for yourself." Beginning reciting the recipe back to in Quebecois to Victor, his voice patient but strict.

" in the end it does not matter how the carrots are cut. But some things do indeed matter and you will not realize it until it is too late." A profound statement and another lesson that Jean Paul had learned about life through cooking.

Surrendering the vegetable cutting back to Victor he takes up his own cup of tea, the black tea steaming around his face. It was their weekly family meal and as usual Vic was brimming with gossip from the lagoon. Instead Jean Paul chooses to bring the topic back around closer to home. To continue mending what he knows is still hurting from all those years ago. " Your cutting has improved beautifully. You have been practicing no?"

#stonefoxy #jbeaubier//jp thread

[quinbi]

I was going to use translating some recipes as a way to force myself to get better at French. But I discovered MS Office translation is pretty decent (and even has quebecois specifically) and this is going to enable me to be so lazy.

[bogdanklimowicz]

Poutine. . PouKLIMtine. Fries, butter, onions, garlic, thyme, flour, mushroom gravy, cider vinegar, oil, mozzarella, cottage cheese. . Cooking… with the wife somewhere in Brummen, vegetarian poutine during a very long weekend. I normally don’t cook however I wanted to try this. We will skip the cottage cheese next time and try two different types of mozzarella. The recipe is from Delicious Magazine (NL) and was tweaked to make it vegetarian. . Listening… to Poutine by The Dreadnoughts (2010). What song would you listen to? . Singing “We ended up at Chez Bebe Chez Bebe, j'ai ressaisi La Picardie, je l'ai compris The light inside me is getting dim God can't help the state I'm in Poutine poutine, poutine poutine J'ai tellement faim, poutine poutine Poutine poutine, poutine poutine C'est ça ou rien, poutine poutine” . . . . . #poutine #quebecois #canadian #vegetarian #vega #loadedfries #fries #cheese #frenchfries #snack #streetfood #meal #プーティン #푸틴 #芝士淋肉汁薯條 #deliciousmagazine #deliciousnederland @deliciousnederland #country #farm #drummen #nederland #netherlands . #bogdanklimowicz #klimcooking #foodie #foodblogger #food #cooking #homemade #thedreadnaughts . (at Brummen, Netherlands) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1vffRN3bB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#poutine #quebecois #canadian #vegetarian #vega #loadedfries #fries #cheese #frenchfries #snack #streetfood #meal #プーティン #푸틴 #芝士淋肉汁薯條 #deliciousmagazine #deliciousnederland #country #farm #drummen #nederland #netherlands #bogdanklimowicz #klimcooking #foodie #foodblogger #food #cooking #homemade #thedreadnaughts

[dragons-bones]

Unsolicited Prompt: #couple problems (i.e. ‘if they don’t clean the peanut butter off the knife before putting it in the sink again...’)

Okay so before I finally answer this MONTHS AND MONTHS LATE, required context.

One: I don’t write Ishgard as a one-to-one Fantasy France Equivalent because I just don’t find that to be fun to write, but I do draw on a lot of Quebecois-like nonsense for Ishgardian/Coerthan culture (which is what happens when half your FC is Canadian), amongst other Eastern Canadian foibles, for when I want to look at the real world for influences. All food is fair game, though.

Two: I envision Limsa Lominsa as a bastard mishmash of Boston and Halifax (primarily Boston since that’s where I lived most of my life).

Three: I once asked the FC which of the two would be more likely to have butter tarts as a regional dessert, Limsa Lominsa or Ishgard, and got the immediate reply, “Both, but Ishgardians add raisins,” which initiated Butter Tart Discourse.

Thus: this. I don’t normally do timeline notes, but this specifically is probably somewhere in the late 3.X range, if not the lull before Stormblood begins proper. (So fairly early in Aymeric and Synnove’s relationship, within the first six months minimum.) But it recurs. A lot. ;)

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It was as Synnove was setting aside the now-empty bowl that had been full of the maple-butter-egg-sugar mix that she had used to fill her small cups of pastry that, from the corner of her eye, she spotted a hand slowly, deliberately ilm towards her baking tray, in a manner that would have succeeded had she not been mama to one of the most notorious sugar fiends in Eorzea. She tipped her head the tiniest fraction, giving her enough of a view of the hand in question to note that it contained small, dark objects that were banned from her kitchen when it came to this particular treat.

She immediately grabbed her tray and yanked it out of the way, clutching it aside protectively. “Do not,” she said with a growl, turning more fully to glare at the hand’s owner, “get those things anywhere near my butter tarts.”

Aymeric froze, eyes wide and startled at being caught in the act, before he pouted at her. “But you like raisins,” he said, a note short of a full-blown whine.

“Not in butter tarts, you heretic!”

“It’s butter tarts without raisins that are heresy!”

Her knight attempted to lean around her, using those damnably long elezen arms of his to try and fill the pastries with the offending dried fruit despite her objections. He had her nearly boxed into the corner, so with a scowl, she hurriedly hopped up onto the counter, sliding until her back hit the wall, and planted her foot in his chest to hold him off, pastry tray held over her head to finally get it out of his reach. Aymeric narrowed his eyes at her and surged forward, using all that muscle and strength she normally loved to force her knee to bend and bring himself closer and defile her tarts; in retaliation, she wedged her other foot up and used the leverage of both legs to shove him back.

He scowled up at the tray, finally thwarted, then dropped his head to rest it on her knees. The hand holding the raisins deposited said raisins in a pile on the counter, which then he used to wrap around her calves. “Your arms will get tired,” he said petulantly. “And then you’ll need to have those tarts the correct way.”

A loud clatter caused him to raise his head and turn, and Aymeric stared incredulously as Galette, concentration fierce on her face, carefully used a tightly controlled slipstream to finish placing the pastry tray into the oven. Once the tray was settled on the rack, she headbutted the door shut, and looked up at him in turn.

No raisins in butter tarts, Galette primly chittered. We are civilized in La Noscea. Perhaps next time if you ask nicely, we’ll add walnuts.

“Walnuts are vile.”

Mama, you picked an absolute barbarian. With a flick of her tails, Galette sashayed out of the kitchen--after using another curl of wind to flip the five minute hourglass timer next to the stove.

Synnove, arms crossed since Galette discretely relieved her of her burden, smirked triumphantly at her lover when he met her gaze again. “It’s not like you can’t have butter tarts with raisins whenever you’re in Ishgard,” she drawled.

“You make your tarts properly runny,” he grumbled. “And your crust is the perfect blend of flaky and buttery, I don’t know how you do it.”

A warm glow of smug pride settled in her chest, her smirk widening further to Aymeric’s exaggerated eye roll. (Hah, like she couldn’t see the smile tugging at his lips.) Score one for Aunt Angharad’s secret to proper pie dough: butter and lard.

“And you can’t ask Hersande to perhaps adjust her recipe because...?”

“Well. I quite enjoy living.”

Synnove paused, tilting her head thoughtfully, and then nodded in acquiescence. She certainly knew how her auntie would react to anyone telling her to change one of the recipes that had been handed down to her by her mother and grandmother.

Aymeric, still bent over her, rested his cheek against her knee, and his pale blue gaze was suddenly oddly bright, morose and pleading all at once. “Please may we have raisins the next time you make butter tarts?”

She smiled, half in exasperation, half in fondness, charmed despite herself. No adult man had any right being that adorable. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky feel of those black locks as she brushed them from his eyes and said, lovingly, “No.”

He dropped the act and sighed in defeat, shoulders dropping. “Damn.”

#chysgoda #dt answers things #final fantasy xiv #aymeric de borel #aymeric x wol #aymeric x synnove #oc: synnove greywolfe #synnove's carbuncles #dt's writing #one day pecans get imported from the new world #and peace is finally achieved in the war of butter tarts #for the record both synnove and galette will both eat ishgardian butter tarts if offered them because they aren't mannerless savages #but they won't /like/ them #the same with aymeric: he will eat them but there's something missing

[forabeatofadrum]

Zimbits April Update: Meat

Notes: Yeah. It’s been a while. Almost two years, even. I guess I just didn’t want the comics to end and I was kind of in denial. I’ve had the five random words in my drafts since the comic ended (also, random Word Generator... why?), and I think it’s finally time.

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“I don’t know how to feel about this,” Bitty says as he’s seasoning the meat.

“It’s still pie.”

“It feels like a lie! A pie lie!” Bitty exclaims.

Jack is standing next to Bitty, since he’s helping out with the pie pastry, and he shoulders him. “Come on. Tourtière is basically meat pie.” Then he turns to quebecois French. “It isn’t my problem that most Americans don���t eat meat pies.”

“I bet that was something snarky! And no checking in my kitchen!”

The truth is that Bitty likes doing this. He likes that Jack can show him something from his childhood. This recipe is from Jack’s grandmother on his dad’s side and Bitty’s honoured that the Zimmermanns shared it with him.

He just likes chirping Jack when he has the chance.

And the feeling is mutual.

Bitty cooks the ground beef and pork and he adds more seasoning. Jack mashes the potatoes. The two of them work in comfortable silence. Bitty might lament that Jack’s in his kitchen, but the truth is that this place in Providence is theirs.

Later in the evening, Jack and Bitty are eating the tourtière and Bitty has to admit that it’s good pie.

“I thought you said it wasn’t pie,” Jack says with a smile. He puts some more homemade cranberry sauce on his plate. Bitty made it while the pie was in the oven.

“I can accept this.”

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End notes: Thank God for French-Canadian meat pies, because I had no idea what to do with this prompt.

#zimbits #zimbits updates #omgcp #2022 #holy fuck I wrote #drabble #ANYWAY i lowkey hate this but this series has never been about Quality

[zumpietoo]

The Voila picture of Ari's tourtiere made me curious. I looked it up and it is really a canadian holidays dish that originated from her native province of quebecois. Just found me a recipe. Will be on my menu for NYE. Thanks Ari, hope your man enjoyed it. Im really happy Cole found you and that you are in his life.

Awww!!! Thanks for that, Nonnie---and yes, how incredibly sweet!

[the-bee-graveyard]

Ok I get this is a very weird thing that be ruminating on, especially on Christmas Eve but whatever. As a white canadian with eastern european ancestry I get kind of sad sometimes that I've been separated from my families original culture. Like I get that the reason this happen was because of white supremacy and due to white privilege my ancestors could blend in as long as they lost their accents, languages and customs and it's nothing compared to the racism that POC face. But it makes me sad how much was lost to time for my family personally, my dad and I both only know one word of Polish because his dad didn't teach him and I'm assuming my great grandfather didn't teach my grandfather but I'm not sure. My great grandfather died when I was a baby. And yeah sure I could ask my grandfather but something has always stopped me. I don't know why. My dad has memories of his grandmother making him Polish dishes but he doesnt know how to make any of them because she never taught him. (This is probably due to the sexist nature of seeing cooking as "women's work" so both my grandpa and my dad weren't taught). All of my great grandparents were dead by the time I was born and my grandparents live in Ontario and I barely see them. But they don't make any Polish dishes or follow any Polish customs that I can remember. And again I never brought it up because I guess I was kind of afraid to. I have no idea why. And yeah sure google exists, I could always just do my own research but it always feels like I'm on the outside looking in and I don't know if that feeling will ever go away. And I get so jealous when I see Polish people on this app talking about being Polish I just get so jealous and sad. Maybe it's stupid, but idk I feel...disconnected I guess? I'm third gen which isn't that bad I guess. But I'm not Polish and I'll never be Polish.

I'm not even fully comfortable calling myself Quebecois because even though my mom is Quebecois, I dont speak fluent French (because I refused to learn it like an asshole) and I wasn't born in Quebec.

Idk where this is going I guess I just thinking.

I hope your christmas eve is going well if you celebrate.

Happy Christmas if you celebrate! I’m sorry I haven’t replied, I haven’t gotten the chance.

I can’t personally relate to the Polish part of this post, I’ve been very fortunate that even though my family left Poland a few generations ago (either my grandfather or great-grandfather) we are still very close to our Polish heritage. I can send you some recipes if you ever want some.

I can relate to this as a whole, because I’m not very in touch with my Italian heritage. When my Italian ancestors went to Germany they completely shred all of their Italian-ness to blend in more, so I only found out I was Italian a few years ago.

Hope if you’re celebrating you’re having a good Christmas Eve ❤️

#the 🧚fae🧚 tag

[elfyourmother]

for ye ot5 - ♦ and ♒ :D

(list here)

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

one for everybody:

Gisele loves to garden and Aymeric and Ysayle very much have that in common with her. As well as spinning and weaving...really, Tataru was the one who encouraged Gisele to strike out on her own and monetize it because she was so good at it (along with Redolent Rose ofc).

Ysayle likes to cook, and is really good at it despite not having any formal training the way Gisele, Haurche, and Aymeric got. like a lot of things she learned growing up in Tailfeather, from the trappers. so a lot of what she makes is very rustic comfort food--the stew she made that night on the roadtrip was a prime example, and a “recipe” she learned as a child there. And tbh it was probably the single thing that made Estinien start to thaw toward her, besides her protectiveness toward Gisele. That kind of food speaks to Estinien’s Coerthan soul and he has a lot of nostalgia attached to it.

Aymeric’s main hobby besides cooking and dancing is botany (see above) and specifically flower arrangement, using the ancient Ishgardian flower language. He finds it incredibly soothing and is his go to form of stress relief when he’s not stress baking, and he absolutely adores sending coded messages this way. Doubly so when they’re understood by whomever he’s sending them to.

Haurchefant loves animals ofc and chocobo husbandry was something he and Ysayle bonded over almost immediately. Care and feeding of chocobos is something she’s an expert at given her upbringing and she’s always had something of a way with them, which is how Haurchefant knew she was a good person despite everything--Gisele’s chocobos love her. Chocobos are the best judge of character, according to Haurche.

Estinien likes to go icefishing because he’s a fucking hick. Haurchefant loves any kind of fishing and is known to get antsy around any body of water because he must fish. Shenanigans frequently ensue when they go together. Especially if mead is involved (and it always is). Gods help them if they run into people there. Remember that episode of Letterkenny when they went icefishing and Wayne was keeping his head down desperately trying to stay out of the dumb arguing Dan and Daryl were doing with their equally dumb Quebecois doppelgangers playing the loud music?

Aymeric is always Wayne in this scenario.

(here watch it if you didn’t it’s fucking hilarious. everyone else i’m please begging you to watch Letterkenny it’s so fucking funny)

#askbox memes #oc memes #headcanon memes #ot5: saints and sinners #dandelionofthanatos #ask bisho

[wellntruly]

Oh We’re Cooking Through It!! (It=The Horror) - Vol. ??/2020

1. red lentils in the style of baked beans (with a fried egg), a recipe I’ve made for years ever since I was first entranced by the description “a bit of a Quebecois-lumberjack-in-Bollywood taste,” 2. lemon & fresh ricotta bucatini with basil and red pepper flakes, 3. pan-roasted asparagus soup with crusty bread, 4. you can’t see this from the picture but this is eggs scrambled in leftover oil from a jar of oil-packed tuna, on sliced challah, and I loved it, 5. butter beans in a sauce of actual butter, harissa, shallot, and lemon (and some wilting cilantro), 6. a laughably impossible to photograph pressed French sandwich that I still MUST share, because to riff on one of the instantly legendary lines of author Susan Orlean’s drunk Tweets last month: ok a pan bagnat rocks it totally, 7. Deb Perelman’s double coconut yogurt muffins, 8. the Desert Bird, a smoky-bitter-lush cocktail with mezcal, Campari, and pineapple

Recipes below --

Lentils Like Baked Beans - Joe Beef via Seven Spoons Notes: - I substitute turkey bacon as I am not a pork person, but I imagine you could skip all meat entirely and just add a bit of smoked paprika

One-Pot Pasta With Ricotta and Lemon - Ali Slagle on NYT Notes: - I made my own ricotta since I only needed 1 cup and the homemade stuff is delicious

Pan-Roasted Asparagus Soup - Mark Bittman on NYT Notes: - I skipped the tarragon for the simple reason of: just not feeling it that day - I deglazed the pot with a few tablespoons dry sherry before adding the stock for the simple reason of: was feeling it that day - I forgot to save any asparagus flower ends to garnish—don’t be like me, be Fancy

Scrambled Eggs in Tuna Oil - Me How To: - When you eat something with oil-packed tuna (such as a pan bagnat!), just pull the tuna out and reserve the oil in the jar - Later, beat two eggs (for each serving) with a bit of fine sea salt and ground pepper (I used white) - Warm ~1 tablespoon of the tuna oil in a small pan over medium-low heat, then add your eggs and scramble gently - I ate mine on toasted challah

Harissa Butter Beans - Me How To: - Cook up a pot of big white beans, butter or giant lima or something in that family, in the usual way—soak at least 8 hours in salty water, cook over moderate to low heat, bite at least five to make sure they’re fully done, etc - (Yes you do actually have to cook these yourself to follow this recipe exactly, because you’re gonna need the bean broth—don’t drain your pot! Just reserve the whole stew.) - Then per serving you are going to want: 1 small or 1/2 a large shallot bulb, 1 tablespoon salted butter, 1 tablespoon harissa sauce (in a jar, not the concentrated paste), and 1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice - Melt the butter in a pan until foamy, then the shallot and sauté for a couple minutes, until the shallot is just beginning to brown - Using a slotted spoon, add 3-4 scoops (per serving) of your beans-in-broth to the pan, not draining each scoop over-much, because you want some of that starchy broth to come along to help create your sauce - Now add the harissa and lemon juice, and stir to combine - Continue to cook over medium heat for another couple minutes, stirring occasionally, as the butter, bit of broth, harissa, and lemon combine to form a tangy, bright orange sauce coating the beans and shallots. If it seems like it’s getting too dry, just add some more broth. - Top with cilantro or parsley if you have it

Pan Bagnat - Lots of places How To: - Make a dressing by finely mincing 2-3 anchovy fillets and 1-2 cloves garlic, and stirring them into 1/4 cup mayonnaise with 2 teaspoons red wine or sherry vinegar, 1 teaspoon Dijon mustard, and some freshly ground black pepper - Make a tuna salad by combining oil-packed tuna (I like Tonnino), 3 tablespoons of the oil, 1/2 cup chopped Kalamata olives, and 6 ounces chopped artichoke hearts - Prepare your layers: you will need fresh basil leaves, and thin slices of: good tomato, red bell pepper, red onion, English cucumber, and 2 hard-cooked eggs - Now make this baby! Begin by cutting a baguette into four chunks and then slicing in half sandwich-style - Hollow out the top of the baguette a bit if desired - Dress the bottom of the baguette with the dressing, then layer on the basil, tomato, peppers, and red onion. Add the tuna salad, then continue layering with the cucumber and the eggs. - Smear a bit more dressing on the top of the baguette, and place it on top - Then carefully wrap the whole sandwich in plastic wrap and FLATTEN under something heavy, like a cast iron pan, and let it sit like that under the weight in the refrigerator for at least 2 hours before eating, so that all the layers meld and marry and become incredible.

Double Coconut Muffins - Deb Perelman, Smitten Kitchen Notes: - none, it’s a Deb recipe - oh sometimes I fold in a cup of fresh blackberries though, when they’re in season

The Desert Bird - The Esquire Tavern in San Antonio, Texas, via Food52 Notes: I make mine with 1.5 oz mezcal 0.5 oz Campari 0.75 oz pineapple juice + 0.25 oz simple syrup 0.25 oz fresh lime juice - Combine in a tumbler around a big ice cube, and sprinkle with just a pinch of rough salt

#Update: Now With Recipes! #food #drinks #menus #recipes #quarantime #pers.

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What Ever Happened to the Pilgrims?

What Ever Happened to the Pilgrims?

The highlights that follow reveal some of what has transpired for the Pilgrims, their Puritan contemporaries, and/or the descendants of both.

1621: over dinner with some of their Native guests, gave thanks for their welfare

1621: built a meetinghouse

1634: forbade wearing gold and silver lace

1639: started a college (Harvard)

1640: set up a printing press

1647: hanged a “witch”

1704: printed the first newspaper, in Boston

1721: were inoculated for smallpox

1776: again declared themselves to be free and independent

1792: no doubt purchased the 1793 first edition of Robert B. Thomas’s Farmer’s Almanac. Today known as The Old Farmer’s Almanac, this book is now in its 229th edition and stands as North America’s oldest continuously published periodical.

THANKSGIVING BECOMES A NATIONAL HOLIDAY

The first national celebration of Thanksgiving was observed for a slightly different reason than celebration of the harvest—it was in honor of the creation of the new United States Constitution! In 1789, President George Washington issued a proclamation designating November 26 of that year as a “Day of Publick Thanksgivin” to recognize the role of providence in creating the new United States and the new federal Constitution.

Washington was in his first term as president, and a young nation had just emerged successfully from the Revolution. Washington called on the people of the United States to acknowledge God for affording them “an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.” This was the first time Thanksgiving was celebrated under the new Constitution.

Thanksgiving Becomes a Federal Holiday

While Thanksgiving became a yearly tradition in many communities—celebrated on different months and days that suited them—it was not yet a federal government holiday.

Thomas Jefferson and many subsequent presidents felt that a public religious demonstration of piety was not appropriate for a government type of holiday in a country based in part on the separation of church and state. While religious thanksgiving services continued, there were no further presidential proclamations marking Thanksgiving until the Civil War of the 1860s.

It wasn’t until 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November..

Thanksgiving is oberved the last Thursday in November

President Lincoln made a proclamation marking Thursday, November 26, 1863, as Thanksgiving. Lincoln’s proclamation harkened back to Washington’s, as he was also giving thanks to God following a bloody military confrontation.

In this case, Lincoln was expressing gratitude to God and thanks to the Army for emerging successfully from the Battle of Gettysburg. He enumerated the blessings of the American people and called upon his countrymen to “set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise.” As of that year, Thanksgiving was celebrated on the last Thursday in November.

Thanksgiving is briefly moved to the third Thursday in November

In 1939, President Franklin D. Roosevelt changed Thanksgiving from the last Thursday in November to the second-to-last Thursday. It was the tail-end of the Depression, and Roosevelt’s goal was to create more shopping days before Christmas and to give the economy a boost. However, many people continued to celebrate Thanksgiving on the last Thursday in November, unhappy that the holiday’s date had been meddled with. You could argue, however, that this helped create the shopping craze known as Black Friday.

In 1941, to end any confusion, the president and Congress established Thanksgiving as a United States federal holiday to be celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November, which is how it stands today!

Of course, Thanksgiving was not born of presidential proclamations. Read about Sarah Josepha Hale, the “Godmother of Thanksgiving” who helped turn this historic feast into a national holiday.

HOW IS THANKSGIVING DIFFERENT IN CANADA?

Thanksgiving Day in Canada is celebrated on the second Monday in October and has different origins than the American version of the holiday. The first Thanksgiving meal observed in what is now Canada occurred in 1578, when English explorer Martin Frobisher and his crew held a meal to thank God for granting them safe passage through the wilds of the New World.

Canadians get that Monday off of work in most parts of the country, but in Atlantic Canada (Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and Newfoundland and Labrador), it’s an optional day off. Some Quebecois may not celebrate the holiday at all.

Today, Canadians often visit with family and friends to celebrate. The Thanksgiving food traditions tend to be pretty similar to their American neighbors: turkey, stuffing, potatoes, and cranberry sauce are traditional. Add some maple syrup for a uniquely Canadian twist! See some Maple Syrup recipes.  

Canadian football is on the television, and many Canadians get outside for a nice hike or ramble in the woods, since the weather has not yet taken a turn for the worse. Everyone is thankful for the harvest!

Read more about the differences between Canadian and American Thanksgiving.

THANKSGIVING TRADITIONS AND RITUALS

A bountiful meal featuring turkey has become the traditional Thanksgiving fare, with over 90% of Americans eating the bird on this holidays. But did you know that turkey was at one time a rare treat? During the 1830s, an eight- to ten-pound bird cost a day’s wages!

Even though turkeys are much more affordable today, they still remain a celebratory symbol of bounty. In fact, astronauts Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin ate roast turkey in foil packets for their first meal on the Moon.

The turkey may or may not have been offered when the Pilgrims hosted the inaugural feast in 1621. See what the Pilgrims ate and why we eat turkey today.

Other common Thanksgiving traditions in the United States include volunteering for those less fortunate by donating food or time to homeless shelters or those in need. Sometimes, communities hold “turkey trot” runs or parades. And the president of the United States and a number of U.S. governors will often “pardon” one or two Thanksgiving turkeys each year.

See some of our Thanksgiving trivia and fun facts!

Turkey Trivia

The Great Yam Scam

Cranberry Trivia

Historic Thanksgiving Storms

Why We Can Feel Good Eating Thanksgiving Food?

THANKSGIVING CONTROVERSY

The shared feast between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag people was a bountiful and peaceful one, based on historical records. It was a celebratory feast hosted by Pilgrims who invited their Native American allies in sincere gratitude for a successful harvest after much starvation. It’s also a story of cooperation and trust and peace. Giving thanks was a longstanding and central tradition among both parties.

However, history doesn’t exist in isolation. If we pull back, this was not just about a friendly harvest festival but had much to do with political alliances, diplomacy, and a pursuit of peace. If we pull back even further, this is also the story of foreign settters coming to immigrate to territories widely inhabited by native peoples—a long history of bloody conflict, strife, death, and wartime between Native Americans and European settlers seeking to colonize lands.

Depending on the age group, seek to acknowledge the context of events; history is a rich interwoven neverending book that we can all learn more about. The Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian has some excellent resources about the meaning of the Thanksgiving holiday for American Indians.

THANKSGIVING WEATHER FOLKLORE

Turkeys perched on trees and refusing to descend indicates snow.

If the first snow sticks to the trees, it foretells a bountiful harvest in the coming year.

If sheep feed facing downhill, watch for a snowstorm.

Thunder in November indicates a fertile year to come.

If there be ice in November that will bear a duck, there will be nothing thereafter but sleet and muck.

As November 21st, so the winter.

When the winter is early, it will not be late.

The term “Indian summer” refers to a period of warm weather occurring between November 11 and 20. Read more about Indian summers.

THANKSGIVING RECIPES: DINNER, SIDES, DESSERTS, AND MORE

Is it your turn to prepare the Thanksgiving meal? Here are a few of our favorite Thanksgiving recipes to give you some inspiration:

Classic Thanksgiving Recipes—including some historically-inspired dishes.

Thanksgiving Side Dishes—our favorite sides to accompany that turkey!

Make-Ahead Thanksgiving Recipes—to save you some time on the day-of!

How to Cook a Turkey—the basics of cooking the perfect Thanksgiving turkey.

Thanksgiving Dessert Recipes—absolutely mouthwatering.

Thanksgiving Leftovers—because the leftovers are the best part!

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Rules: Answer 20 question then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better! I was tagged by @katybug1992

1. Name: Margaret

2. Nickname: Maggie- although I consider that my name. My favorite teacher used to call me Miss Magnolia, so that stuck within my friend group

3. Zodiac Sign: Virgo 

4. Height:  5′3′‘ 

5. Languages: English, and French if the person is: a. speaking slow enough or b. Quebecois. I’ve always picked up Quebecois accents better

6. Nationality: American 

7. Favorite season: fall

8. Favorite flower: Hydrangeas-fact I couldn’t remember the name so I googled ‘blue flowers’

9. Favorite scent: Candles: Beach- the fake coconut and rum smell Perfume: YSL Black Opium General smells: campfire/fire, my best friend’s house, the woods, the stuff that goes on new tattoos

10. Favorite color: Blue

11. Favorite animal: Elephant

12. Favorite fictional character: Hannah Swenson, she bakes and solves murders. Plus the recipes she makes in the books are written out so you can make them

 13. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Tea, black no milk no sugar

14. Average hours of sleep: like 5, I can never actually get to sleep at a normal time

15. Dog or cat person: Cats, I love dogs, but cats

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: A sheet, down comforter, and two St Louis Blues Blankets- I get cold

17. Dream trip: Disneyland Paris/France. I love Disney, I want to go to France and explore without a time limit or budget limit so why not combine the two.

18. Blog established: 2013?

19. Follower count: 119 

20. Random Fact: I’ve been dying my hair weird colors for 7ish years and have been trying to stop, but when ever a random old lady tells me I’ll never get a job with weird hair, I let myself re-dye what ever color I’ve got going on up there. 

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