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locusimperium:

A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called “Norwegian Christmas butter squares.” I’d never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies I’d eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic.

Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that I’ve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - they’re fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. I’m skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day.

Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

1 egg 1 cup sugar 2 cups flour 1 tsp vanilla ½ tsp salt Turbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan.

Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy. Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour.

Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick. Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar.

Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.

brawltogethernow

So I tried this recipe.

And it is GREAT.

It basically makes the platonic ideal of commercial sugar cookies, only in bar form. When I give them to people (which I do a lot, because this is one of those simple recipes where the results seem very impressive), I just tell them they’re sugar cookie bars.

davetheshady

Life hack: add white chocolate chips and sea salt

mxxnlit-witch

I made these today for the equinox with sea salt caramel chips and they are simply amazing. Let’s see how long they last with six people in the house!

falliblefabrial

Added a tsp of almond extract and a splash of orange extract…

feralratbitesu

breakfast from when before i eated it

feralratbitesu

okay. here is my breakfast from before time began

anxietyproblem

c-ptsdrecovery

“Fear is strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience like corn, which grows in rows and makes weeding easy. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”

— Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

The text is also glow-in-the-dark…

myjourneywithfnd

I saw a video today from a chronically ill woman about the fact you can feel so guilty when doing fun things.

She talks about how, as a kid, you learn to finish work before you can play and that you take this with you into adulthood. So you keep the mindset of having to finish 'have to' tasks/chores before being allowed to 'play'.

But when you're chronically ill, this is literally impossible! If you'd do that it would be all work and never play. That wouldn't be healthy at all. We need to remind ourselves of this. We don't need to feel guilty for doing something fun!

meirmakesstuff

A guy at the gym just looked around, realized he was lifting the same weight as a "girl" in a wheelchair, pushed his weight up two notches, screamed once, and left.

meirmakesstuff

Like,

meirmakesstuff

This could have been avoided by keeping your eyes on your own workout,

This could have been avoided by realizing not all disabilities make people weaker--in fact, the opposite,

This could have been avoided by just being normal about things, man, I don't know what to tell you

meirmakesstuff

My wife (they/them) is the wheelchair user in this scenario. I was on standby because sometimes they lift so much weight they start to tip over.

tiktoks-i-enjoyed

shamebats

nuge

seth jarvis may your malewags give u strength

ladysansa

How To Tell If You Are In A Jane Austen Novel

found on the-toast.net

• Someone disagreeable is trying to persuade you to take a trip to Bath.

• Your father is absolutely terrible with money. No one has ever told him this.

• All of your dresses look like nightgowns.

• Someone disagreeable tries to persuade you to join a game of cards.

• A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.

• A picnic has gone horribly wrong.

• A member of the armed forces has revealed himself to be morally deficient.

• You once took a walk with a cad.

• Everyone in the neighborhood, including your mother, has ranked you and your sisters in order of hotness. You know exactly where you fall on the list.

• You say something arch yet generous about another woman both younger and richer than you.

• You have one friend; he is thirty years old and does business with your father and you are going to marry him someday.

• You attempt to befriend someone slightly above or slightly below your social station and are soundly punished for it.

• A girl you have only just met tells you a secret, and you despise her for it.

• You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.

• There are three men in your life: one true love, one tempting but rakish acquaintance, and a third distant possibility — he is courteous and attentive but only slightly interested in you. He is almost certainly the cousin or good friend of your true love, and nothing will ever happen between you two.

• A woman who is not your mother treats you like her own daughter. Your actual mother is dead or ridiculous.

• You develop a resentment at a public dance.

• Someone you know has fallen ill. Not melodramatically ill, just interestingly so.

• A man proposes to you, then to another, lesser woman when you politely spurn him. This delights you to no end.

• A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.

• You have become exceedingly ashamed of what your conduct has been.

• A shocking marriage of convenience takes place within your social circle two-thirds of the way in.

• A woman in an absurd hat is being an absolute bitch to you; there is nothing you can do about it.

• You are in a garden, and you are astonished.