really quick doodle of N asdf this boy
Lembas Bread (Lord of the Rings “authentic” Elvish bread)
2 ½ cups of flour
1 tablespoon of baking powder
¼ teaspoon of salt
½ cup of butter
1/3 cup of brown sugar
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
½ teaspoon honey
2/3 cup of heavy whipping cream
½ teaspoon of vanilla
Preheat oven to 425F. Mix the flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl. Add the butter and mix with a well till fine granules (easiest way is with an electric mixer). Then add the sugar and cinnamon, and mix them thoroughly.
Finally add the cream, honey, and vanilla and stir them in with a fork until a nice, thick dough forms.
Roll the dough out about 1/2 in thickness. Cut out 3-inch squares and transfer the dough to a cookie sheet.Criss-cross each square from corner-to-corner with a knife, lightly (not cutting through the dough).
Bake for about 12 minutes or more (depending on the thickness of the bread) until it is set and lightly golden.
***Let cool completely before eating, this bread tastes better room temperature and dry. Also for more flavor you can add more cinnamon or other spices***
as someone who has baked these A LOT
They are REALLY GOOD
and I am reblogging this because I KEEP LOSING MY RECIPE
One of my student asked me if she could write her paper on Frozen and I was all “huh yeah that’s very specific but go, be free” and she just sent me her thing and it’s called “FROZEN: THE COPYPASTA OF A TINKERBELL MOVIE???” and this is the picture she used I just-
Angry twelve year old are amazing.
you know, I had passing thoughts about this but didn’t want to be that person so I’m glad to know I’m not alone in my thoughts
Drink every time your thread gets knotted
Drink every time you poke yourself
Drink every time you have to re-thread your needle
Drink every time you swear aloud
Finish your drink when you get aggravated enough to set your project aside to continue later.
Chug down a drink every time you realize you have to redo an entire section because it’s all one block off
… put together like this, it’s kind of like pokémon? (Except the Amporas. They had a normal phase and ended up a Water Dragon despite starting off as a fairy type.)
THIS IS THE FINAL EDITION OF RINGSTUCK…
you guys can stop unfollowing me now… I’ll gladly take other homestuck character requests if you have one that I didn’t tackle in my mad spree today though.
Never forget that you are the protagonist of your own story
and the antagonist of someone else’s!
And a possible love interest in some other peoples! 0u0
This might just be the single most inspiration thing I have ever seen on the internet.
You are also a supporting character to a lots of people’s stories. You might even be the kind stranger who unintentionally turns someone’s life around for the better.
Karkat had always been absolutely fascinated by how romantic it sounded, when he’d first heard of them. A thousand paper stars to grant a wish? It was just like some of the best in his vast collection of movies.
But it wasn’t until a while later that he’d actually start making them. After finding out how to make them after a quick Trolloogle search, he set to work, knowing in his pan that it wouldn’t do anything, but still young and naive enough to hold onto a shred of hope.
It took a while, and used up lots of paper. Star after star after star.
When he was at about half a jar, he just.. stopped. It became a bit boring. A tiny bit dull. Star after star after tedious, colorful little star.
A couple perigrees or so later, when he was self-decidedly smarter and also wiser, he got into a dramatic, slur filled fight with Captor. He had thrown his arms up in outrage, when out of the corner of his eyes he spotted the jar, still half-full., covered with a thin layer of dust. Pausing, he slid the pieces of paper over, and began again.
It became a sort of ritual for him after that. Get into a fight, a couple paper stars, wake up in early evening grumpy, a couple more. After a short while of this, the jar was full. He placed it next to the husktop moniter, and stared at it occaisionally. A thousand and one were in there, prevented from growing little legs and escaping by a sturdy cork.
He.. waited. And waited. And then, he started another jar. Feel shitty, make stars, wanted to go into an absolute rage, make a few more. It didn’t make him feel any better, of course. Just gave him something to do that wasn’t tearing his whole hive down and throwing it at Her Condescension Herself until She came over and culled him personally.
The jars multiplied. He made a couple more friends, if he could call them that, somehow. More colors went into the mix. Sooner or later twelve separate colors filled up the jars.
When he’d been thrust into the game, he’d started making them with a fury. Anything to stay inside and not look at the nauseating color of his land.
The jars piled up. He got more and more frustrated with each one, as time went by.
But he kept them there, as a brightly colored silent confirmation that magic doesn’t exsist, and he’d never get any of his wishes granted.
Self-destruction is a beautiful thing.
this is absolutely beautiful get on my blog
AT MY BROTHER’S SCHOOL BAND SHOWCASE THERE WAS A CONTEST AND THE WINNER GOT TO CONDUCT THE BAND WITH THE SONG OF THEIR CHOICE AND THE GUY WHO WON CHOSE THE STAR TREK THEME SONG AND BEFORE HE STARTED CONDUCTING HE TURNED TO THE AUDIENCE AND DRAMATICALLY RIPPED OFF HIS SHIRT AND HE WAS WEARING A FUCKING STARFLEET UNIFORM UNDERNEATH IM DYING
I dont know what to say
Chessy, why are you looking at her like that?#RIGHT IN THE CHILDHOOD