boxoftheskyking: copperbadge: People keep talking about how Jaskier does not appear to have aged in.

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boxoftheskyking:

copperbadge:

People keep talking about how Jaskier does not appear to have aged in the 22 years since he met Geralt, but let’s talk about how Roach also does not appear to be in any way a 22+ year old horse, leading us to one of two conclusions:

1. Geralt has had a series of horses all of whom he has named Roach or 

2. When Geralt likes something he simply does not allow it to age. RIP* to other tragic immortals but he’s different. 

* Figuratively. 

I love this idea but also to mine it for tragic content, this only works as long as he pays attention to you and actively likes you, and he’s still on a quasi-immortal timeline, so it can be a bit out of sight out of mind, so there’s a number of reasons Jaskier feels a lot better when they’re together and the big unknown one is that he only ages when they are apart

Do they figure it out? Who knows I ain’t writing it

paxamericana:my grandparents lived through the depression and spent the rest of their lives stuffing

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paxamericana:

my grandparents lived through the depression and spent the rest of their lives stuffing cash under the mattress and hoarding old egg cartons in the garage, so i can’t wait to find out what weird neuroses i’m gonna pick up over the next few years

inside jokes

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So my dude, Z, and I live in a little bitty house on a suburban street. It’s a little bitty house, a Cape Cod from like 1950, with all the original fixtures, which sounds nice on paper but in practice means that it’s old enough to be dingy but not old enough to be cool. But anyhow. It’s got two tiny bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room. That’s it. (It’s about 900 square feet, and what’s hilarious is when I was looking up tiny houses to replace the yurt, how many places had 900sf floor plans labeled “tiny house”. like, fuck off, that’s a normal house.)

Across the street is a high school. They’re closed down at the moment, of course. Z and I go for walks sometimes, and yesterday we walked past the high school. I noticed that the window in the corner said WEIGHT ROOM in it, and commented on it.

“All the rooms are labeled from the outside,” he pointed out. MUSIC ROOM, said another. We went around the front. The rooms had numbers printed in the windows. 104. 221. We speculated that it was for, like, fire and rescue and such. Easy to orient yourself, especially if you have like a map of the building or something, or if someone’s like “students have taken shelter in the weight room” or something. I’m sure there’s some policy. Z had noticed it at the community college downtown too, room numbers in the window.

Somehow, as we walked, we decided we should a) number the rooms of our house, and b) label them from the outside on the windows. This began with the predictable “call the kitchen the kitchen” train of thought, but I was immediately like, “no, the numbers should be non-contiguous and unrelated” because I’m me. He was like, giving the first floor all 100-level numbers, and that’s our only floor really (we have an attic and basement but neither are finished or like, climate-controlled), and I was like no, the living room is Room 33 and that’s that.

Anyway. This morning, in this tiny house, no longer thinking about the entire preceding conversation, I was expecting Z to come sit on the couch beside me for coffee, as he usually does on weekends. (On weekdays he logs in to work as soon as he wakes up and spends coffee time whispering curse words at his computer and being unable to be spoken to.) But he vanished. I suspected he went out to the sunporch instead, but it’s cold and rainy this morning. 

So instead of yelling around the house, I just texted him. where did u go

He texted back I’m in room 104a

headspace-hotel:I’m still not sure how to explai

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headspace-hotel:

I’m still not sure how to explain to non-writers that sometimes characters can just do things without your consent or foreknowledge and there’s not a lot you can do to stop them. 

putting things by

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bomberqueen17:

One of the things I do at the farm is take over preserving excess harvested vegetables so the busy farmers don’t have to stay up late and do it. It’s one of those tasks it’s hard to find time for. Farmsister and VegMan are both expert canners, but the unskilled drudge labor of freezing often falls to me. (There have been jokes about calling me The Freezer.)

Freezing vegetables is super super easy and you can do it in small batches– like, huh these carrots are about to go off, I only used three out of the bunch and I’ll never get through them before they go the rest of the way wrinkly or get slimy– 

Wash them, peel them if you’re into that, chop them, put them in a quart Ziploc freezer bag or cram them into an old plastic container you washed out but didn’t recycle yet. Put into freezer. Wham, bam, you’re set, now you have frozen carrots to use at your leisure sometime in the next six months to a year. This works for peppers, onions, celery– you could even make a mirepoix and freeze blends of this stuff, if that’s how you use it most often.

I always just Google the thing I’m about to preserve. Some stuff– spinach, beet greens, Swiss chard, snow peas– you have to blanch first. This is because there are enzymes in them that freezing will not stop, and they’ll keep breaking the food down. Boiling will stop them, and so when you defrost your frozen thing, they’ll come out mushy-cooked, not gooey-gross.

Some things you cook down to save space. Tomatoes, you cook down first, because they’re mostly water and you can save a ton of room by only preserving the part of the tomatoes that’s tomato, not the water. Some things you cook down because it’s the most sensible way of preserving them– like winter squash, which you can store for ages but when you think it’s gonna mold, roast it first and scrape the pulp into a baggie or a container of some kind, and freeze that. Eggplant, you have to cook before freezing because it will just be mush and cooked mush is usable while raw mush is just kind of gooey and nasty. A lot of stuff just tastes better roasted, and freezing is a method of cooking– it breaks down things– so it’s better to have it cooked the way you wanted, and then cooked a bit more by the freezer, than to be trying to cook it how you like after the freezer’s already broken it down. 

A CSA customer was telling us she freezes raw cabbage, and then when she thaws it, it’s cooked enough that she can use it to make cabbage rolls with. She just throws it right in the freezer whole and chops it afterward, and then she doesn’t have to boil it for the cabbage rolls. We all were boggled by this, but I haven’t yet tried it myself, so if you do, let me know how it worked. 

I guess you can freeze zucchini chopped in pieces and blanched, if you want to eat it in stir-fries later, but you can also just grate it raw into baggies if you’re going to use it for bread etc. later. 

This is the kind of stuff gardeners know about, homesteading types and such. But I’m telling you, yes you, apartment dweller, who cooks for one or two– you can do this too. Don’t feel shut out from a CSA share or loading up on amazing fresh in-season shit at the farmer’s market just because you tried it and then had to throw out a bunch of moldy wilted stuff later. No! Get it, get the annoyingly-sized box for four adults, and figure right away that you’re going to eat maybe a quarter of it now, and freeze the rest. Do it. You can do it!

(Another trend worth noting: most CSAs won’t give you a smaller box or let you customize it much [though some will! worth asking!] but many many many will let you get a half share by picking up every other week. Even more will let you sign up with another person to split the share– it’s just on you to organize it. CSA boxes do not just have to be for large families or people who cook a ton. It just takes organization and management, and you don’t have to do it yourself– you can glom onto another person to help you organize. For real, think about it.)

I have found that freezing stuff in tiny quantities means I can make my little freezer work– I just have the one that sits on top of a regular fridge, I don’t have a chest freezer, I have a tiny house and a Dude who isn’t good at meal planning.

But we have a tiny whiteboard on the outside of the freezer, and when I put stuff in there I write that it’s there, so when we’re meal planning later, we can look at the list and at least sometimes it’s up to date and we know what’s there. 

He’s starting to get into pickling and fermenting vegetables, and I dunno how that’s going to go, but it’s also pretty accessible and can be done on a small scale with the shit you can’t eat fast enough and don’t want to have to throw out. 

I chopped, blanched, and packaged the rest of my bunch of Swiss chard and all the greens from my beets while my Instant Pot was making me beet pilaf last night. I put the water on to boil after I sealed the lid, and I was done before the pot was. I only had one bunch of beets (it was two beets! they were huge!) and one single bunch of Swiss chard and I’d been trying all week to eat them and it was too much for two people and they were wilting in the fridge. Now I have one more two-person serving of each, for future meals when we haven’t been grocery shopping lately.

My point is– you can do it. Do that farm wife shit. Do it on your tiny scale in your tiny-ass kitchen in your little freezer in your stolen half-hour after dinner prep. Then you can buy your lush local shit at the farmer’s market with your precious little basket and all, and not have to throw most of it out and buy frozen Birdseye shit at WalMart in November. 

You can do this, it is accessible to you! Maybe that seems obvious and condescending but I am saying it because I didn’t realize it until pretty recently and i feel like our generation hasn’t had the same access to this kind of knowledge as former ones. My mom froze shit all the time but my parents were borderline preppers before that was a thing, and I just plain didn’t realize I could do that shit in the suburbs. But I can! And I will.

And I do. So can you. 

bringing this back for Quarantine 2020– do your farm wife shit, guys, you have the time and now is that time, to channel your weird Pioneer Wife vibes. Do it. 

I’m gonna add in that you can use the bits of the winter squash you don’t cook with, skins and all, to make sourdough bread with. Yes really. Use food in weird ways! It’s very liberating. Or at least, it’s a way to stave off PTSD from this fucked-up pandemic situation by feeling like you’re in control of something.

And all of y’all thinking you’re gonna garden your way to self-sustainability– I do not mean to knock it and i fully support you, but understand, it’s expensive and time-consuming and exhausting to try to grow your own food, and i really really encourage you to pool your resources somehow by joining a community garden or subscribing to a CSA, because five tomato plants in your backyard is not going to keep you from having to go to the grocery store. Don’t stress about it! Do what makes you feel in control. And build within your community as much as you can.