Spite baking is also a thing. I totally just made a box cake my sister in law left here at my mum’s house a few years ago, because the spaghetti has been floating around the kitchen in this ENORMOUS container because it was the only thing long enough, and the container with the box cake mix was the PERFECT size, and I was ANGRY about the box cake mix taking up the container. So, now I will have freshly baked out of date box cake and an appropriately sized spaghetti container.
I hope the spite cake was edible…if not at least you have the pasta storage sorted!
It was mediocre and bland but edible, as box cakes are!
(I mean, they’re great for non-bakers who want to make something, but I was helping Mum with baking since I could stand, made a swiss roll completely from scratch unsupervised at eight – no cracks in my sponge when I rolled it, either! – so, they never quite satisfy me. I can also taste all the garbage they put in to make them shelf stable, which doesn’t help.)
A perfect balance of extremely impressive and completely ridiculous.
Apple trees are DETERMINED. My parents planted a twig of an apple tree, and that first year it grew one apple. And the whole thing was bent over from the weight of it. It had one job and by God it was gonna do it.
Spite baking is also a thing. I totally just made a box cake my sister in law left here at my mum’s house a few years ago, because the spaghetti has been floating around the kitchen in this ENORMOUS container because it was the only thing long enough, and the container with the box cake mix was the PERFECT size, and I was ANGRY about the box cake mix taking up the container. So, now I will have freshly baked out of date box cake and an appropriately sized spaghetti container.
In the Italian city of Verona, local street artist Cibo paints colorful wall art full of appetizing food over neo-nazi graffiti (x)
“It’s my civic duty, and my right … honestly I feel like have a right to cover [erase] these kinds of things. Since I’m doing a public form of art, I have to take care of my city and … it’s like my own art gallery. How do you explain a swastika to a child? How do you do it? It’s impossible. It’s a racist message. And it’s not okay .”
so a little while back, i wrote a cookbook, and the post’s being passed around tumblr a whole lot lately. (thanks for that, by the way! i’ve made like a hundred dollars this week and my cat’s very excited about the fancy pumpkin-and-nastiness catfood that she’s going to get in celebration.)
when i released the book, i was like, oh, i oughta do something for promo! which i promptly did not do, at all. but i’m doing it now! free cookbooks for all! well, for some. five. five, to be exact, free cookbooks for five.
anyhow, this is the book i wrote:
Cooking is terrible, and food is often a massive pain in the ass. Eating is sometimes ok, sometimes a giant drag, and somehow still a thing that you have to do multiple times a day, which seems enormously unfair.
This book isn’t going to teach you how to cook, or turn you into the kind of person who hosts effortless dinner parties, or make you more attractive and popular and interesting. At best, it’s going to make it slightly more likely that you manage to eat something in the ten minutes between walking in the door and falling into the sweet embrace of the internet. I’m not joking—a lot of this can be done, start to finish, in ten to fifteen minutes. I resent thirty-minute meals because it feels like about twenty-eight minutes too long to spend on feeding myself.
If you’re excited to get home from work and spend an hour cooking dinner, this isn’t the book for you. If you really value authenticity, this isn’t the book for you. If you literally only eat three foods and you’re happy like that, this isn’t the book for you. If you, like me, are tired and depressed and just need to get some food into your face once in a while, this is definitely the book for you. You should buy it. Maybe it’ll help.
you can buy it on amazon or gumroad, or you can win a copy (in pdf, epub, or mobi format) by reblogging this post.
other important stuff:
winners will be chosen by a random generator
please don’t spam people–reblog no more than twice
this is the physical embodiment of zero impulse control
wow his character in Ghostbusters wasnt even scripted he’s just Like That
me when im hungry
Okay but…Pho smells like you need to drink it right now. Like how pizza tells you to bite it when the cheese is bubbling. They lie to your brain. Lie I say
Me: I was told I should try the smoked meat while I was in Montreal…
Montreal native: I know a place.
Me: Last time you ‘knew a place’ we didn’t get home until one am.
Montreal native: This is different, how can you doubt me? (Says many sad sounding things in French that prpnably translate to, ‘the American will soon be dead.)
Me: I do not trust you at all.
Montreal native: Wonderful! To the subway!
(30 minutes later there is a plate the size of my torso in front of me, holding about three pounds of meat)
Inside you’ll find recipe comics, food related journal comics, eggs adventures and a exclusive introduction comic.
I hope you’ll consider it !
YAY RAMEN
For folks who really get into ramen there’s also the blog The Ramen Rater, with comprehensive reviews of the quality of noodles, broth, and whatever else comes with a pack or cup.
Lately, I’ve been loving stirring a couple of raw beaten eggs into a base of tonkotsu (Sapporo Ichiban makes one with chicken, and it’s SO GOOD) or gomtang/seollontang (Paldo’s amazing for that) and adding leeks. It’s so comforting.
Yo my sister taught me how to do this, and like, it’s amazing how much better it is.
knitting in the dark 