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gorgeous librarians by thomas hawk
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at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
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20 years. If this gets posted and we all survive for another 20…things might be alright.
healthy progression of a relationship would necessarily bring an end to yearning? categorically false. a true yearner can yearn even in the most fulfilled scenarios. a true yearner can be nuts deep, inventing more esoteric levels of desired intimacy on the fly.
the new york times is now charging money for my favorite chocolate cake recipe so i bought a subscription and screenshotted it and canceled my subscription and now it's here for you for free
i do a mixture of red wine and fresh squeezed navel orange juice for the liquid, plus the zest of one large orange. now you make the cake
Recipe transcript:
Yield: 8 servings
ingredients
3/4c or 177 mll extra virgin olive oil, plus more for greasing the pan
1/2 cup or 118 mll Earl Grey tea, or use coffee, dry red wine, orange juice, or water
1/2 cup or 50 grams Dutch processed cocoa powder
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
1/4 tsp fine sea salt
1 cup or 200 grams granulated sugar
3 large eggs at room temperature
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons or 135 grams all purpose flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
preparation
step 1 heat the oven to 325 degrees F. Grease a 9-inch round pan and line the bottom with parchment paper
step 2: in a medium saucepan over high heat, bring tea or other liquid to a simmer, then turn off heat. whisk in cocoa, cinnamon, and salt until smooth, then set aside to cool
step 3: in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, combine sugar, olive oil, eggs, and vanilla. beat for about 3 minutes. reduce speed and pour in cocoa mixture, scraping down the sides of the bowl. gradually beat in flour and baking soda until just incorporated.
step 4: scrape batter into prepared pan and bake until the sides are set but it's still slightly damp in the center, 35 to 45 minutes. A cake tester should come up clean but with a few sticky chocolate crumbs clinging to it. Transfer cake pan to a wire rack and let cake cool completely in pan.
Not to be a pretentious asshole but yes there is a problem with people no longer reading the classics. A lot of the YA literature romance novel crowd perpetuates the myth that the classics are inherently boring and stuffy and there’s nothing you can relate to or learn by reading them. And they’re not. These beautiful universal things we enjoy, comedy, romance, tragedy, family strife, they’re still so poignant centuries after they’re written.
Also some of them are entertaining trash. Have you ever read Tarzan of the Apes? If you can white-knuckle through the continuous racism (and I do not want to undrsell the racism, it's all through the book and every time you think you're over the racist part they find a new way to add more racism, you will have to white-knuckle through so much racism to read this) it's on par with modern mary sue isekai slop. Like switch out the forest for a fantasy world and it's a low-effort (racist) teenager's first royalroad web serial. And you have to read this stuff (not Tarzan specifically, but older literature, including some classics) if you want to engage with written fiction as a whole, because fiction is a conversation that takes far longer than a single human lifetime to have. Being a reader who never reads older works and never reads outside their favourite genre is like being a visual art enjoyer who looks exclusively at busty anime girls in 45 degree profile on Deviantart. Like what you like, but you're going to be able to like it so much more, and engage with it so much more competently, if you broaden your experience a little.
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When I was a kid in about... Grade 8, I want to say, we had the Decameron in history of literature class. (For those who don't know, it's a book of short stories framed as "told by people trying to quarantine from the plague". It's mostly horror, humor and sex. Think COVID entertainment, but maybe more terrifying). We had a few stories from it selected in our reader, and the assignment was "pick a Decameron story and do an oral retelling."
At the time, me and another girl had just ceased routinely beating the shit out of each other with chairs, and instead had become friends in one of those delinquent-nerd duos. She taught me street smarts, I taught her weird intellectual shit. It was a beautiful friendship.
So of course when I saw the Decameron on the curriculum, I told her "you realize a lot of stories in that book are basically porn, right? Let me get you the unabridged version from my house."
My friend's eyes lit up. She read the whole thing in a few days.
Class time comes, and for the first and only time in our class one of the class delinquents shoots her hand up. The teacher goes, "oh wow, what just happened? All right, go ahead."
And of course my friend picked one of the pornier tales. If I recall, it was about a monk seducing a nun by telling her that men had devils, and women had hells, and occasionally one must contain a devil by sticking him into hell. The teacher has no choice but to listen because the assignment doesn't specify "pick a pre-selected story from the reader". It just says "pick a Decameron story."
The retelling was fantastic, as hilariously funny as the story itself, (she did voices and gestures!) and my friend got the class listening on the edge of their seats. My friend got her well-deserved A, the teacher got a pedagogical challenge, and it was a win-win all around. :P
Tl;dr: go read the classics, they're a lot of fun.
Also: they will really increase your tolerance for period-specific uncomfortable topics and terminology.
I don't mean they will make you think racism or sexism are okay. I mean they will get you to a point where you can read something written before the 21st century and not flinch away from it. A literary immune system, if you will. I have seen reviews of sci-fi from the 70s that dismissed entire (good) classics for a single sexist paragraph and it makes me sad. People are missing out on so much. You should be able to read things that were not written with your sensibilities, or most of human history and culture will be closed to you.
odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
oh, you meant they literally did, ok
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How are you, friend? I hope life’s treated you well these past years. I’m sorry I stopped responding all that time ago. I don’t have any good reason for it, life just happens like that sometimes. I know that I’ve not been a very good friend to you, but I hope you still think of me as one, as I do of you. I think about you a lot and hope any of the bad blood that ever might’ve lingered between us has long since been water under the bridge. I miss you, so let’s talk again, if that’s something you’d like.
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