This is some prime Hope Posting.
I really thought this was her process for making ramen and I got very confused.
Ramen recipe:
Make during fall.
Listen to this playlist.Start with sushi.
Add Indian food. Any Indian food.You’re done. Eat while watching a movie.
Sometimes my ramen is a mosaic of everything I’ve ever forgotten about. In the back of the refrigerator.
I make my ramen with coconut. It taste like everything I’ve eaten and which came before it.
I eat my peas with honey, I’ve done it all my life. It makes them taste quite funny, but it keeps them on my knife.
You can use non-toxic glue for that. Keeps my pizza toppings from sliding off as well
It can also work the other way around, unfortunately. Like no longer being able to listen to a certain band or whatever because it just reminds you too much of someone that you used to know.
someone that you used to know
And how a certain song popped into my head just now
awe
as a child I fell very hard for the meme that there had to be something in me behind the influence from others, and thought I was just a shell in comparison to everyone else
Holy fuck, this hits.
Sadly I can’t think of many examples for things like this in my own life. I can trace some of my work habits back to past coworkers, but when it comes to taste and habits from my personal life, most of it comes from me trying things on my own.
By reciprocity, other people also include you into their mosaic. Humanity is a giant mural made of interlocking pieces.
Ayn Rand would be so upset you said that
shrugs like the Atlas
Cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within a single stem.
What the fuck i wasnt expecting to read something so deep today
I was introduced to one of my favourite game series by a lets play channel I don’t watch anymore. I was introduced to that lets play channel because they played a game I haven’t actually played myself. I was suggested that game by an ex partner. We first went out because I recognised an anime chartacter on her t-shirt. I haven’t seen the anime the character was from, but one of my friends has.
The chain of fate is pretty stupid when you actually look at it. And now I’m sitting here, wondering how Ace Attorney is going to radically change my life.
Ace attorney is the reason why I use Tumblr. The chain is also pretty funny in my case. It was pokemon fanfiction, then someone wrote one involving ace attorney, then it spiraled from there.
I don’t understand. I’ve followed the instructions in the post but I still don’t have ramen
Post 2/2 says “follow packet directions.”
I love this. It’s so true of me.
I eat phó because I had a shitty Vietnamese roommate who’s cool mom would make it for me from scratch. I make black beans with half a Buddweiser mixed in because it’s how my Cuban great grandma, grandma, and mom did it. I make corn tortillas from scratch because my Mexican girlfriend said store-bought is for lazy people. I go to tourist traps where I live because a girl I drove 3000 miles for said, “never stop being a tourist in your own city.”
My life is just this layered dozens of times.
How do you make corn tortillas? Do you have a specific recipe you can recommend?
Get your tortilla flour of choice. I buy Maseca Blue, but have had good success with others.
5 parts flour, 4 parts water.
I usually do a cup of flour and eyeball 80% of a cup water leaning on the light side. Mix and feel the texture. I like it to be wetter, feeling like clay after mixing. I look for large cracks, not sandy breakup.
I know this is all conceptual, but Cooke be that way sometimes.
You can get a cast iron or wood tortilla press for under 15 bucks at your local thrift store. If not, roll them or press between pans, I guess.
Some people use plastic between the press to prevent sticking. After doing this a few years, I prefer parchment paper. Don’t throw it out between uses, it gets better every time.
Heat a comal or cast iron pan. No oil. NO OIL. flip it into the pan and don’t fuck up. If it folds on landing, scrap it. It’s toast, literally. Learning this is the hardest part.
This is your lesson here. Bayless, despite being a gringo, is the man. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JBHQS-DEbI
Thank you very much! I’m going to give this a shot!
That was actually quite beautiful. Wholesome, even!
Yeah…. This one hurts a bit, but I thank you for it.
This one made me feel a lot of things.
Many of the songs I sing are ones that once made others think of me. It still hurts.
Some of the images I draw from are what others made for me. I still dream of them.
Sometimes, there’s a scent passing me by, from their kitchen, his hiding spot, her bedroom. I’m still there.
I may have to lay down for a bit.
