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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
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Sometimes a family is you, your best friend, your girlfriend, your cousin, a clone of those four and his nephew who is a bird.
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Ok so there's been a misunderstanding. I don't mean how many posts can you queue (that's 1000 btw), I meant up until what date can you queue something!
Answer under the cut if you're curious..
friends roman’s and fellow countrymen i need help
for years and years and years my great aunt made a cheese cake for easter. but it was no ordinary cheesecake. it was a no bake farmers cheese cheese cake that was wrapped in cheese cloth and put in the fridge and had like some kind of nuts and also those gummy fruit things in it. the recipe does not exist. but i know it’s eastern european. and i want to eat this cake. but i cannot find it anywhere on line, every comparable recipe is a baked one. have any of you heard of this??? can anyone send me anything that might be useful?????? please??????????
unfortunately yes.
AHA WEVE FOUND IT
should i make it
okay so ive decided to make it because Why Not and step 1 is finding a mold. i know theres a traditional one but my great aunt always used like a 1960s jello mold pan thing and i do not have one. but i have a friend (actually its katyas partner) who deals in such oddities.
now i just have to. make it.
alright welcome back everyone. my apologies for the delay i was busy making lemon poppyseed cake, brownies, gluten free babka, killing my spatula and also working. but i am back now. and it is time to embark on the great pashka making endeavor.
the making began Yesterday.
first katyas parter Was in fact able to find me a mold at good will for 2 dollars, right now it is soaking so i cannot show you a picture but trust me, it exists and it is lovely.
second thank you to everyone who sent me in their recipes for pashka. i am eternally grateful. but, i have decided that i will be combining several recipes together for a few reasons:
i know for a Fact that my great aunts version has farmers cheese and sour cream in it, not cottage cheese.
Some People in my family get pissy about eating raw eggs
i feel like this is the proper course of action for any good eastern european girl: making something so uniquely unique that it is impossible for anyone else to replicate.
this of course led to the Third step of the evening, as in yesterday evening, which was gathering the ingredients. this was much harder than i anticipated. because it took three stores.
store 1 (the fresh market) had the appropriate sour cream and golden raisins (which i have decided to use as a mix in) but only salted macadamia nuts. store 2 (safeway) had the macadamia nuts but Nothing else. store 3 (wegmans) had literally everything else i needed Including the candied fruit gummies.
i of course informed my sister of the improvements:
though, my sister was substantially less excited than i was:
i then ate half of the fruit gummies in the car back and came to the conclusion that they were Not in the original recipe because the texture was wrong.
see. no one knows what the fuck was ever in this cake. as seen above. there were definitely tiny macadamia nuts and chopped up candied Somethings (maybe maraschino cherries? and something else green??) but i did not have the time nor the desire to go to a polish deli to hunt for the mysterious candied Things.
could i have asked my great aunt what was in the recipe?
yes absolutely. she's quite alive and well. but after the infamous Walnut Cake Fiasco from christmas eve, during which i had to make walnut cake. for christmas eve. (and no you cannot have the recipe) i decided against asking.
so i decided to Fuck whatever was in the original cake and do my own thing. after copious amounts of research, i have landed on using my macadamia nuts, golden raisins, orange and lemon zest and juice, vanilla bean and vanilla extract. of which i happened to have a fuck ton of because i just made homeade vanilla extract.
and now that it is no later than 11:23pm, it is the perfect time to embark on the task of Trying Not To Fuck Up The Pashka.
but first: a trip to the gas station to get sweetened condensed milk.
alright so the gas station did Not have sweetened condensed milk but they Did have evaporated milk. so we are going to improvise.
in our quest i managed to forget once again that i 1. live in a college town with 7 bars and 2. its a friday night at midnight. so as we traipsed along to 7/11 we got to sing along dramatically to baby by justin bieber that was being blasted by one of the bars. we then got slushees, went to the gas station for the evaporated milk and saw three frat boys decked out in gucci loafers and vineyard vines and all three of them had their cards decline on 1. voss water 2. an ice cream sandwich and 3. a celcius.
but!
im spiking my slushee and getting down to business. its pashka time.
okay. it is 2:41 am. the pashka is in the fridge. and my kitchen is no longer coated with cheese. why was my kitchen coated with cheese? i will explain.
so my mold does not have drainage holes in it (as it is not the biblically correct one) this is not really a problem except for the fact that a vital step of pashka making is pressing the liquid out of it in the mold overnight in the fridge. mine turned out rather soupy and so i had the Brilliant idea to wring the liquid out blob by blob at a time through cloth napkins. which coated my whole kitchen in Cheese. and also myself. and katyas partner who stayed up with me to attempt the pashka. katya went to sleep like a loser. sometimes though, you have to coat yourself in cheese to find yourself. i do not know if i have found myself yet. will report back on that.
anyway the cheese draining method Worked and it Tastes Correct but!!! there was still more liquid that needed to come out so. i put the whole thing in a salad spinner basket in the cheese cloth in a bowl to catch the drips with a plate under it and 2 weights on a plate on top of it to press the liquid out. tomorrow morning once the liquid is drained i’ll put it in the mold.
i have no idea if this will work. but it Does taste good. so there is that. and at least my kitchen is no longer covered in cheese.
also to all of you getting pissed i was calling this cake. growing up it was quite literally called cheesecake so. hush. not everyone’s traditions are your traditions that’s what makes them traditions.
what Is tradition about this is that my great aunt would be rolling in her grave if she had a grave to roll in.
i fear i am still sticky.
toodoloo
9:12am. i lay awake and living off of less than 6 hours of sleep, petrified at the state of both my fridge (which may be covered in liquidy sticky goo) and my pashka. my parents are due to arrive sometime between 12 and 1 but it’s my parents so it’ll likely be between 1 and 2 but probably not after 3. my sister will be with them. she is the only one who knows about the pashka.
also thank u everyone for figuring out the mysterious red and green cherry things. they do indeed look like the holiday fruit. if this works perhaps i will try again with the holiday fruit.
for now though i lay in fear. and will try to muster the courage to open the fridge.
HOLY SHIT I MIGHT HAVE DONE IT
this is a twist i was not expecting
12:13pm. the table is set. my parents will be here imminently. the pashka has been moved into its mold and is sitting in the back of my fridge. and i myself am walking across the street to get champange. for some reason. i was told to. unsure why. no one in my family drinks. (the spiking of the slurpee last night was an effort to get in touch with my ancestors)
my parents do not know there is pashka.
you might be wondering why we are celebrating easter on a saturday when christ has definitely not yet risen. the answer is that no one in my family is religious. i have actually no idea why we are celebrating easter.
it’s time
i put some comically large strawberries on her
time to see if it’s good
i step out of my kitchen. there have been murmurs of dessert speculations. but no one was expecting a pashka. except my sister who of course knew of my scheme.
”alright,” my dad said, taking a bite. remember that he didn’t even know there was pashka until a few minutes ago. “how did you make the cake? because it’s really good”
and while this recipe was a pain in the ass to make, i will share it. with all of you.
HOW TO MAKE THE PASHKA
step 1. first you must be a little insane.
step 2. gather the ingredients: 2lbs farmers cheese, 1/2 cup sour cream, 1 stick soft unsalted butter, 2/3 can evaporated milk, 1 3/4 cups sugar, about half a cup finely chopped unsalted macadamia nuts, about 3/4 cup chopped golden raisins, 1 orange, 1 lemon, vanilla extract, 1 vanilla bean, cheesecloth, 6 inch vintage mold, salad spinner bowl or something else with holes in it, 5 lb weights, napkins, vodka (to drink yourself)
step 3: combine chopped macadamia nuts and chopped golden raisins into a container with lid. zest into it 1 whole lemon and 1 whole orange. add the juice of the lemon and the orange. add in a large splash of vanilla extract and a scraped vanilla bean pod. mix, cover, and put in fridge for several hours
step 4: press the farmers cheese through a fine mesh sieve with the back of a spoon into bowl. set aside.
step 5: put 2/3 cup evaporated milk into saucepan. slowly heat with 1 cup sugar. heat until it has taken on color and has thickened. stir a lot. remove from heat.
step 6: cream butter and 3/4 cup sugar with electric mixer paddle attachment. add sour cream and condensed milk. beat again.
step 7: add in the fluffed farmers cheese. switch to the beater attachment. beat at least 5 minutes
step 8: take the mixture a few scoops at a time into a cloth (not a paper towel) and wring out excess liquid over a sink. this will be messy. and sticky. wear clothes you don’t care about. now might be a good time to drink your vodka. scrape the napkin contents out into a bowl. it should still be liquidy but less wet. repeat for rest of bowl.
step 9: drain liquid out of the nut raisin citrus mixture. fold into the drained cheese
step 10: put cheesecloth into the basket of a salad spinner. make sure there is overhang over the edges. place cheese mixture into the cheese cloth. wrap excess cloth over the top of the pashka, weigh down with a plate and 5lbs of weights. place the salad spinner basket into a bowl slightly smaller than the basket so that there is room for the liquid to drain to. put in fridge for around 9 hours
step 10: remove pashka from salad spinner basket and place in your mold, place lid and weights on top of it for 1 hour
step 11: remove weights and plate. soak up any liquid that has been pressed out with paper towels. leave in mold until serving time
step 12: remove from mold, take off cheese cloth, place on plate. serve with strawberries. be very glad that you only have to make this cake once a year.
happy easter. i’m going to drink another mimosa.
get you a man who can do both
one of my patients came in for an emergency visit, because she snapped the wire on her retainer watching the movie when MBJ took his shirt off she clenched her teeth so fucking hard she snapped it. that is the fucking funniest shit ever to me this tiny 17 year old girl thirsting so goddamn hard she busted steel
Y'all, it gets better. She found out.
We interviewed her, obviously.
update:
Such a developing story.
I love this story
This was a wild ride from start to finish
I know I say this a lot, But this is one of the best things on this website
Sophia is currently doing great in college, and I still get about one kid a month in the office who asked if this really happened.
I found it!! The original post!!
HAS SHE SEEN SINNERS
Preferably when she wasn’t wearing the retainer.
real paramedic x golden retriever firefighter AU energy with this
Need a tag on ao3 that’s just “people are nice to Dru” that’s all I’m looking for
I say this like there aren’t over 100k words of Dru angst in my google docs waiting to be posted right now, but in my defence those fics do ALSO involve people being nice to her
Not gonna lie to you, I genuinely thought you were talking about Gru's twin brother
"we live in an uncaring universe"
false. i care very deeply. am i not a part of this infinite universe?
"We live in an uncaring universe" factoid is actually a statistical error. Most conscious beings in the universe care a lot. Capitalism Georg who runs on suffering and eats the hopes and dreams of the entire earth is actually an outlier and should not have been counted.
I feel like I should use southern sayings more in my posts, like: aww look at Tim he’s about knee high to a grasshopper these days, I reckon he’s been growing about as slow as molasses hasn’t he? How’s his momma doing? Oh she’s still hanging over yonder at the ole honey hole by the creek looking for some pikes? Aww bless her heart she hasn’t quit yet? Well bless little Tim for living with her, you know she’s crazier than a sprayed roach.
WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU SAYING
yall i swear to god if a bitch says her pronouns are she/her then her pronouns are she/her
my close friend from uni was a cis girl who had the audacity to wear pants and cut her hair short and like nobody at this school, a place OBSESSED with ‘respecting everyone’s gender identities,’ would call her ‘she.’ after MONTHS of this she started wearing a fucking pronoun pin to work and i dont even think that fixed it. me, im sorta androgynous; i have shaggy self-cut hair and go by a neutral name, but i always say my pronouns are she/her, and people ive worked with for months and have introduced myself in front of fifty times will STILL reflexively say ‘they’ for me. i respect the progressive circles i run in, but this IS evidence of misogyny. people’s definition of “woman” or “girl” is so narrow and high-maintenance that even the tiniest deviation from the norm gets you forcibly defeminized. but it’s a compliment, right? like who would wanna be a girl anyway?
replacing an inescapable gender binary with an equally-inescapable gender trinary is stupid 🩷
i honestly think rachel using the severed head of a hork-bajir to stab another one in megamorphs #4 is way crazier than rachel beating a hork-bajir to death with her own severed arm in #32. one of them happens off-screen and is done by a concentrated, unfiltered manifestation of all of rachel's aggression and reckless violence. one of them happens on-screen and is done by a version of rachel that barely knows anything about the war and doesn't even know she likes fighting yet
– Animorphs: The Reunion, K.A. Applegate
Just watched Project Hail Mary for the first time.
Amaze amaze, indeed.
when something has obvious influences and references other things and i like it then it is intelligently intertextual. when something has obvious influences and references other things and i dont like it then it is derivative