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look at this extremely chaotic video my fiancé took of our cat
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I would like your recipe for brioche! Am at college at the moment but come summertime, I’d love to make some things 😊💜
One recipe coming right up!!
You will require the following, to be used in this order (because people who lay out ingredients in the wrong order in a recipe are dreadful little rascals and I do not wish to count myself amongst their merry ranks)
500g plain flour (plus a bit extra if kneading by hand; I usually have to use at least another 30g or so when I’m kneading it)
2 eggs
10g dry active yeast (although you generally buy it in 7g sachets, which in my experience works just fine)
200ml milk (I’m not gonna lie, I’ve yet to find a good dairy equivalent for this recipe. Soy milk does the trick all right; oat milk Technically Works but makes it go very wet and I’ve yet to get the balance right between that and the flour. If you can, use real milk)
60g caster sugar (if you’re feelin’ spicy, you could do 50g sugar and 10ml honey)
a little pinch of salt
100g butter, slightly softened (LISTEN. You’re gonna read a lot of shit online which tells you complete arse like ‘you can use 2 eggs and 250g flour and 100g butter :)’ or ‘6 eggs!! 500g flour!! 250g butter!!’ and this is all NONSENSE. The perfect ratio of flour to butter in a brioche dough is 5:1 for a dough that kneads easily and has the perfect stretchy crumb once it’s cooked. I have an A Level in French so you can trust me on this. Also, an actual French man’s recipe taught me that. Also, I eat a lot of brioche for someone who’s technically lactose intolerant. I will fight anyone who disagrees with this ratio. To the death if need be)
approximately ½ teaspoon of turmeric… I am a fucking maverick and I like my brioche to look like it belongs in a cartoon. This is a very optional ingredient; I like it because it makes the dough a little bit more yellow, which is oddly satisfying to me, and it offsets the sweetness of the sugar nicely. It’s not necessary, but don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.
Once you have assembled your little tableaux of horrors, you’ll want to do the following:
In a stand mixer or by hand, mix the flour, eggs and yeast together in a mixing bowl until ‘combined’, which basically means you beat the living shit out of it until it forms what looks like a rough dough. It’s not a good dough, though. It would taste like garbage if you baked it. Don’t do that. If you want to make shitty three ingredient bread, then why you are even here? Lots of people swear by a stand mixer for this part, but y’know, hands work well if you have them. I never use a mixer because it makes more washing up and I’m not about that life. Don’t scratch the inside of your ear during this bit if you’re kneading by hand. That’s a top tip from me.
Add the butter, sugar (and honey if you’re using it), salt and turmeric (I know), and add the milk gradually, kneading the dough for a good ol’ while until it forms a smooth, elastic dough. I often find that I have to add a bit more flour here as it’s a pretty moist (sorry) dough; an alternative to this is coating your hands very lightly in butter or vegetable oil. Yes, it feels weird, but it stops the dough sticking to your hands. You’re welcome for the tip. You could also use a stand mixer for this, but again, I always do it by hand. Kneading dough is fun. Just pretend it’s someone you hate - I thoroughly recommend imagining that it’s Boris Johnson - and go to town on it. You’ll know the dough is kneaded thoroughly when it has a sort of satiny finish, like a good paint, and feels very slightly tacky to the touch, but not in a Kardashian sort of way.
Name your dough child. This is actually a very important step because it anthropomorphises the dough and makes you less likely to throw it out of a window if it all goes wrong. Also, just like with a human child, you have certain expectations for your dough children, but they don’t always do what you want them to do. Sometimes, your beautiful little brioche just wants to be a bit dense when it’s all grown up, or doesn’t quite want to rise the way you’d like. It doesn’t mean you should love your children any less. You should eat them anyway. Just like with human children. That’s a tip I got from Kronos.
Put your child (dough, not human) into a large bowl, cover the bowl with clingfilm or a damp tea towel, and put it in a warm place to prove for 1-2 hours until it’s grown A Lot. An airing cupboard is the best place for this if you have one; I do not, so I tend to heat the oven gently for a few minutes to about 25 degrees celsius, then I turn it off, leave the oven light on (so my dough doesn’t get scared, but also for the residual heat) and put it in there.
That’s the dough part done!! The next part is deciding what to do with your dough child!! Do you want to make a loaf? Some little buns? Some delightful chocolate and cinnamon twists? Just because it’s easiest, I recommend doing a loaf at first, which can look deceptively fancy if you braid it!! For this step, you will require:
1 egg
1 tbsp milk
A loaf tin. This is not an edible ingredient.
Take your dough out of its warm, safe place, and chop it into three sections. Roll each section out into an equal sized sausage, and then do the fun bit: braid them. Glom them all together at one end, so they’re attached, and then just plait them like you would plait hair. If you’ve never plaited hair before, then go outside, find the nearest person with long hair, and get them to let you plait it. It’s a joy that everyone should experience at least once. Failing that, follow this tutorial. You’re welc.
Put your beautiful, braided child into a loaf tin, cover it again, and prove it for a further 20-30 minutes in a warm place. It should rise a little more during this time, if it wants to make you proud.
Mix the egg and milk together to make an egg wash, and bathe your dough child in it, as though you are baptising it. A pastry brush works best for this, but if you’re That Bitch, you can use your fingers I GUESS. I’m not your mother, and you’ll have to wash your hands. Thoroughly, please.
Heat the oven to 200 degrees celsius, which is probably, like, 5,000 degrees fahrenheit, I don’t know, I use sensible measures of temperature (I just Googled it for you and it’s 390, you’re fucking welcome, what the fuck.)
Bake your gentle child for 20-30 minutes, until golden brown, like a chicken nugget but not crispy or made of chicken, or indeed a nugget. Your child will want to disappoint you here; it’s very, very easy to overcook a brioche, so I recommend keeping an eye on it during this bit. I learnt this the hard way. Sniff sniff.
Take it out of the loaf tin and leave it on a cooling rack to, erm, cool. Don’t cool it in the loaf tin. It’ll go all soggy. No-one wants soggy brioche. Ask literally anyone.
Eat the shit out of it. It’s very, very nice with jam. Which, hey, you could also make, but I’m not doing another recipe today. I still have to cook my own doughy son. His name is Pierre. I love him desperately. He grows so strong in my oven.
This is the first ever brioche I made, which is the only photo I have for reference, because I usually eat the shit out of my brioche before I can photograph it. This one is a little overcooked (it had 30 minutes but only needed 25); yours should look less brown than this!
And when you’ve nailed the dough, you can do a whole host of other delicious things with brioche, like CHOCOLATE AND CINNAMON SWIRLS
Have fun experimenting with the dough!
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Full and finished short-story of the black cat. Please have a heart for black pets in general, animals do not deserve this kind of hostility. Please give credit when reposting, Thank you :)
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RENO MY RENO! Canadians fix people’s home improvement mistakes and are super nice about it but FIRM with man who don’t finish projects!
so far some shows that have worked for me:
Lord & Ladles - scottish chefs cook historical feasts in historical mansions! you meet wacky old money people and learn about strange things their ancestors got up to! you get to watch as world-renowned chefs fail at catching a fish! someone makes a hedgehog out of marzipan! people in the olden times ate some crazy shit! every episode ends with the chefs cheersing each other while lying on vintage furniture!
Big Dreams, Small Spaces - cute british people have cute yards that cute gardening man helps to make into much cuter yards. one lady wants to grow vegetables to share with her neighborhood. one lady wants to sculpt a huge mud head covered in moss coming out of the ground. one dad wants a garden for his down’s syndrome kid so he makes a sensory garden with a thousand different smells and textures. one couple wants to grow flowers for their wedding. it’s all wonderful.
Nailed It! - a bunch of people probably got high and decided to throw money at this show idea. everybody tries their best and everybody comes away either having learned something helpful, having had a rollicking good time, or having won a bunch of money. all the judges are good sports and nobody is made to feel bad for doing bad. also there’s some fucking crazy shit they get up to with modeling chocolate i tell you what.
Skin Wars - actually a lot about artists and their craft??? not really at all about sexy ladies being naked??? very cool stuff done by people with atrocious fashion sense and a complete willingness to buy into the moment. a few bad apples but mostly the reality-show-ness is pretty toned down and people are there to make cool art.
A Cook Abroad - chefs go to different parts of the world and learn about food there. A dumb white guy makes bread with adorable egyptian ladies! A british man gets exhausted by the length of roads in argentina and is only recharged by steak! An awesome woman makes cheese in france!
Love Your Garden - british man does garden makeovers for wholesome deserving families with special needs. Maybe a little bit on the weepy side of things but his assistants are all great and have fantastic hairstyles and people in wheelchairs deserve flowers!
Puffin Rock - this show is supposedly for babies but it is SO PRETTY and SO CHARMING and it’s about animals and nature and stuff and doesn’t really completely shy away from that?? like, one of the characters is a little rodent and the seagulls are the bad guys and he’s actually afraid of getting eaten?? anyway baby birds sing songs with baby bunnies and play splishsplash with baby seals and snuggle with baby animals of all sorts in a beautiful hand painted island.
Animal Airport - hey did you know some crazy shit goes down in Heathrow?? Did you know that there isn’t rabies in the UK? Everyone’s doggies and kitties have a long trip but they all get home in the end and also there are turtles and cheetahs and bugs and fish and everything!!!
this list is so relevant to my interests it hurts.
i’d also suggest the bbc historical farms series–it’s not on netflix, but it *is* mostly on youtube. the metafilter guide that originally introduced me to it is here. there are a bunch of different series of it, now, and each one is a group of archaeologists and historians living on a period location–victorian farm, they live in a farmhouse from the era, and they farm and raise animals and etc wearing period clothing, using period tools and sources as guides. and it sounds like it could be cringey, but they’re all experts in their fields and actually really invested in trying to do things well, so instead it’s a bunch of shows about teamwork and being friends (most of the core team stays the same) and learning things, and it’s delightful.
similarly, the sweet makers and victorian bakers have modern confectioners and bakers recreating period foods wearing appropriate clothing and using cookbooks from the era to guide them. (warning that one of the sweet makers episodes deals heavily with the history of sugar, and the slavery and horrific abuses associated with the same.)
I just want to second big dreams small spaces
It is absolute perfection
No one has mentioned
KITTEN RESCUERS
But it is incredible. Watch it FIRST. It is PURE and calming and lovely (sometimes there is a little strife but it always works out in the end).
Another vote for Big Dreams, Small Spaces. Its host, Monty Don, has two other documentaries called Italian Gardens and French Gardens, about French and Italian history through their gardening traditions. Both are excellent.
Monty Don is great.
Australia’s Cheapest Weddings and The Good Cop (this one is fiction, but still) though short are part of my Netflix comfort stuff (besides other series mentioned above).
Blown away on Netflix is about glass blowers and so cool. They always have nice stuff to say about everyones work in the end and i cant wait until season 2
When a random guy with a saxophone shows up to the club
they let him have a solo this is so wholesome!
[Cascada's 'Everytime We Touch' is playing.]
Leaving a cup of water on the sidewalk. (via sincappop)
This is simply the best thing I have ever seen.
“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the 'Cemetery Angel'.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
Snowing at sea
Why do I never think about the possibility of snow on the ocean??? Now I see why, because it’s too ethereal
I’m losing my fucking mind.
oh my god
my favorite part is that the guys just go along with it in spite of confusion/misgivings because they don’t want to miss out on stickers.
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“It’s a bit annoying sometimes but she call us handsome when we do and I don’t hear that very often” OH MY GOD
the hero we need
This is a Granary Tree of the Acorn Woodpecker (Melanerpes formicivorus). Generations of woodpeckers will drill holes into dead or living trees with thick bark, stuffing the holes with acorns to be eaten when food is hard to find. The largest granary tree recorded to date had over 50,000 holes.