Whilst messaging with my sister (and having my nephew’s oddness transcribed for me) on Tuesday night, she mentioned this whole “brownie-in-a-mug” thing I keep seeing around Ye Olde Intarwebs. “I’m cold,” she said. “time to make hot chocolate and dream about a mug brownie.” This, after another sister (shush, I have three) had been extolling the virtue... »
Boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew. O, potatoes. The veg that keeps eyes on me, that keeps well-nigh forever in a nice dark drawer, I nom unto thee. Or maybe I shouldn’t? Potatoes are a part of the nightshade family and contain glycoalkaloids that affect the nervous system. However, those wee nasties are mostly contained in the stems, leaves, and other green bits of th... »
I love cheese. Cheese, cheese, cheese. And honestly, even with the greasy-fingers aspect, grilled cheese is probably one of the greatest comfort foods ever. It was one of those things I had to have, I needed to be able to make, so I kinda just figured it out on my own. And no, not with an iron (a la ‘Benny and Joon‘), although I understand that it is possible to do it that way. In a pi... »
My city has a lot of interesting brunchy places, with interesting items on their respective menus. I generally look for things I can’t make at home, or things that are rather a PITA to make, since hey, I CAN MAKE THAT AT HOME. But at a recent outing, I saw a glorious item on the menu that I’d never tried nor heard of. CUPCAKE PANCAKES. So yeah, we’re at this little sixteen-table,... »
Because there seems to be nothing much to stereotype white people for other than being boring and obtuse, the foods white people are supposed to like are as boring as we are and none too imaginative. Wonder Bread. Mayonnaise. Hard boiled eggs. Sour cream. White, white, white, white. Derp! I went looking for the origins of this whole ‘white-people-like-mayonnaise’ thing, and all I could... »
Coffee is dumb. Wait, now… hear me out. We find these berries that only grow on shrubs that only grow on a certain side of mountains of a certain height, right? Then we take the berries, and… wait, forget the berries, throw those away. We want the SEEDS. So we take the seeds and dump ‘em in the road. We leave them there until they’re all dried out, and we might walk on R... »
Dear readers. By the time you see this, I will have left the state. I will not be in my kitchen burning myself on impossible items, or making messes and spilling things on my cats. Lo, I will be at Skepchickcon! Glory be! To appease you not only for my current absence but also for posting out of schedule last week (even though it was a BONUS EXTRA KITCHEN LAB POST, you ingrates), I will share with... »
Jello shots. Whether you think they’re silly and fun or just incredibly juvenile (and therefore silly and fun), they’re kind of a PITA to make. Eleventeen tiny little cups to fill. A tray-full of sticky liquid spilling all over your fridge every time you open the door or move the milk. Discovering they weren’t as jello-ed as you thought… after dumping them all in a bag to t... »
There are three types of Dornishmen, as Tyrion observes. There's the Salty Dornishmen, who live along the ghosts, there are the Sandy Dornishmen, who live... – Apr 16, 4:15 AM
True. I've always been under the assumption that Dorne was a melting pot. (After all, the Daynes are almost as pale as the Targaryens.) But... – Apr 15, 4:39 PM
Let it be said that we are not above pandering to our demographic 
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FINALLY, you all do a post about MY chosen artistic field! – Apr 12, 10:25 AM Martell is, I believe, an alpine Italian town and a French or Italian name, so not very reliable guides there. – Apr 11, 9:00 PM Well, it has various elements. The names (Doran, Oberon) are mostly Celtic, and the treatment of bastards is reminiscent of Wales. In Westeros' defense, people... – Apr 11, 5:26 PM