I go through spurts where I’m posting and commenting a bunch, then I get weary of being online and disconnect. When I am posting, it’s usually to places with stuff I like to take pictures of, like !beebutts@lemmy.world.

Oh dear, I just thought that they’d get leggy like basil, maybe I should pinch the flowers off…

I wish his paintings had titles, or at least numbers. So hard to tell people about my favorites of his without already having a link handy.

For some reason I can’t add this to the main post, but here’s the pie and ice cream before serving.

Yum, love a good fried rice! I think that recipes which use up leftovers while making you not feel like you’re eating the same thing for the Nth meal in a row are essential tools in a home cook’s arsenal.

Aww what a sweet baby. I’m sure he appreciates the comforting after the vet <3

Yes! We call those her leg warmers too :D

Sure does! Another little standard issue cutie

That’s true, it’s just that they use savory as a descriptor, when I found the end result to be more dessert than main.

They’ve got a version that uses onions and much less sugar, so maybe I’ll try a mix of onions and cabbage to get that caramelization. Or just apply the sugar as a glaze on the bottom before the bake, so that it’s a layer of sweetness, and not sweet throughout.

Hey no aesthetic shaming my food! #notyourplatingstandards

I’ll confess I do this with some regularity. If I unwrap a piece of cheese and see it’s moldy, well I’m not tossing a nice hunk of aged gouda in the trash! I’ll slice the mold off, then do a sniff and nibble test. If it still tastes moldy, keep slicing until it doesn’t.

I’ve done this since I was a kid, so who knows if it’s actually safe, or if I’ve just spent decades rolling the dice and getting lucky.

Maybe we need more Christmas songs that are suitable to gloom of Seasonal Effective Disorder.

Yes, 100%. I’d like to see more songs about the dark cold that sucks rather than pretend with “merry and bright.”

I’ve come to learn your brain is really good at subconscious processing of things that don’t quite make it to conscious awareness. Some part of your brain saw the cop and the deer and was trying to alert the rest of you.

I had that happen once when I was out hiking alone doing geology research. I reached this area of the woods and was suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of TIME TO LEAVE. I tried arguing with myself that there was still enough daylight to check out an outcrop I could see in the distance, but the feeling got so powerful, I finally gave in and called it quits for the day.

I realized while walking out, that with all the little noises of the quail and other animals I’d been hearing all day, that spot in the woods had been silent. The next time I visited the area (and not alone this time), I found a cave right behind where I’d been standing, with fresh mountain lion tracks. Who knows, some part of me might have seen a mountain lion in that cave and was doing everything it could to tell me to get the fuck away!

Shaken, not purred.

I got it from this shop on Etsy, but it looks like they’re out of stock :(

That was my first thought, but I think the legend is just wrong, as I don’t see that second red next to the blue anywhere.

Hah, the number on my bank account sometimes feels like it’s just pixels.

But most valuable to me would be old irc chatlogs with people who’ve passed. It’s been years since I’ve felt the need to pull them out and read them, but I’m happy to know they’re there.

I grow pretty much everything from seed because it’s crazy cheaper (after some upfront costs). For the price of one or maybe a few seedlings, you can buy seed packets with hundreds of seeds. Seeds also make trying out unique plants possible, as often times nurseries don’t carry a wide variety to choose from.

Some of us embrace the crumb life.

It’s so fluffy! Like someone gave life to an errant puff of cotton candy.

I figure the bright coloring is the usual “don’t eat me, I’m poison” signaling?