I was going to make two batches of rolls but I decided not to do that to myself because no one is going to eat more than two anyway and I’m too mentally exhausted by the ongoing family drama to make 48 fking rosette rolls
Guys I accidentally doubled the recipe
that was God blessing you
@notreewaits : I don’t need two batches of rolls, no point in bothering
A few people have asked for my recipe. This is an approximation, I really haven’t measured any of the ingredients for a while.
about 3 cups flour
1 cup powdered milk mix
3 tablespoons baking powder
1 tablespoon salt
roughly 3 tablespoons of sugar, though this depends on what the frybread is for, I use less if its going to be used for sandwiches or tacos, a little more (and maybe a touch of cinnamon) if it’s for snacking or a treat.
about 2 cups of water
hands full of love
Oil to fry it in.
Put all the dry ingredients together in a big ‘ol bowl, add water, get your fingers in there and start mixing until you get a ball of dough, lol I know, vague, but really eventually it just all comes together, if it feels really sticky add more flour. Knead dough for 1-2 minutes, no more, then form into a ball and cover for at least 3 hours if not more, the longer better.
When you are ready to start cooking put the oil in a small skillet (I like small, some people go big, but I’m usually not cooking more than 10 or so pieces so I don’t overdo it, plus in a smaller skillet you get more even heat). Heat the oil over medium high heat, to test if its ready make a tiny ball out of dough and drop it in, if it floats then it’s ready.
Tear off a chunk of dough and start working it like you are making a hamburger patty, get it flat, but not too flat, then tear a hole in the center, the hole not only completes the frybread look but also helps in the frying process (so the center of the bread isn’t all doughy). Then all you gotta do is fry, stick it in the oil, don’t forget to flip it, until both sides are golden brown. Usually I have paper towels or a paper bag to soak up any extra oil that may be on the bread.
Can confirm, follow Bear’s recipe and you’ll have the best frybread at the table. Walk-across-water frybread.
Most important step is “if it feels really sticky add more flour.” Don’t be shy!
are you saying that engagement rings aren’t just cool rocks
They sloth is my favorite
STORY TIME!
Ok so when I was doing a security job on a college campus, the geology club on said campus was having their mineral and fossil sale (which is where the club gets the vast majority of its funds for the year). They had some really cool shit but their sales techniques were… uh, they were bad, just really terrible. They set up the tables, put all their stuff out, hung a sign up… and then sat there, occasionally mentioning quietly to one or two passersby “Hey we’re having our mineral and fossil sale if you want any.” Very boring, overly factual, not very attention grabbing.
Now I’m a fuckin nerd so I’m all over this shit (the sale was literally a foot away from my security post so I wasn’t even getting in trouble for spending literal hours ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the really cool stuff they had). And me being the type of nerd who must SHARE ALL THE THINGS when I find cool stuff (and who also has 18 years of customer service/retail experience to draw on), I start trying to get some of the literal hundreds of students walking by to get some of the cool things. The club only needed a couple hundred bucks and we were on the largest campus in the state so they should have been making their goal easy but almost no one was biting. So my “must share the thing” nerdiness teamed up with my “must help all the people”-ness and I did my best to pitch in and get them more sales.
Now, it was two days before valentines and a lot of the people walking by were dudes. So I start trying to get them interested with comments like “hey come check out the cool stuff you could get for your bae!”
One group of dudes paused but it didn’t seem like they were gonna stop and get any of the cool things, so I go “No, seriously, chicks dig this shit, you literally cannot go wrong here. There’s fossils and cute little carvings of manta rays and kitties, and literal gemstones here; that box is full of fucking EMERALDS that are 3 for $5. GET. SOME.”
They didn’t believe me that the ladies would go nuts for “a bunch of shiny rocks.” So I decide to prove it to them. And in the most booming voice I can muster (and I can muster quite a bit after a decade of choir classes) and yell “THEY HAVE SHINY ROCKS OVER HERE AND THEY’RE REALLY COOL!”
Literally instantly, three separate groups of ladies look straight at the tables and make a beeline for them, all of them saying some variation of “Wait, did you say shiny rocks? WHERE?! WHAT KIND?! OMG!” Suddenly a dozen or so different gals (and several dudes), who seconds ago were only thinking about getting to class, stopped in their tracks to detour to the table full of shiny rocks. Only two left without buying at least one thing.
The dudes I’d been talking to before were bewildered but convinced, so they start looking for the best shiny rocks they can get to give their SOs. Several of them came back a few days later to inform me that my seemingly ludicrous advice of “get them shiny rocks” had gotten them laid or scored them a date.
So, remember kids, GET THE BAE A SHINY ROCK. That shit WORKS.
“on the priesthood” is basically John Chrysostom transcribing how he was ranting to his friend for ages and ages about why he didn’t want to be ordained and honestly Basil deserves a medal for not just getting up and leaving halfway through
Obviously I want you to take care of your pets and make sure they get food and fresh water on a regular basis, but cats being huge drama queens and screaming hysterically at you and acting like they’re tragic famine victims who haven’t eaten in weeks and are about to drop dead from starvation right mcfuckin now, because you’re 10 minutes late feeding them is always going to be one of the funniest things to me
the cat who lives at the vet clinic i volunteer at was mad yesterday because his dinner was half an hour late due to a busy day. he proceeded to go to all the (empty dw) garbage cans and tried to knock them over and started desperately scavenging for scraps of food because obviously no one loves him or cares about him and if he must eat garbage to survive then so be it
not food related, but one time my cat cried at me for 20 minutes before i worked out that the reason why she was upset was because there was a coat hanger on her favourite cushion
This is absolutely beautiful and changed my life, thank you so much. Please protect her from hangers at all costs
wow. am STORVING and humaines here making joke laugh at cate honger ?!
My cat is a social eater who is not food motivated at all, so I was baffled when I first got him because he didn’t seem to care about food but he would SCREAM at me for hours when I knew his bowl was full. Any time I went to double check that he did indeed have food, he’d book it to the bowl and snarf like his life depended on it, but as soon as I walked away he’d follow me screaming again.
Eventually I figured out that he just wanted a dining companion and was screaming about how we’re a family and families eat together, god damnit! I moved his food bowl under my computer desk and it fixed the problem. But if I’m ever out for more than 12 hours I’ll come home to find him in a passive-aggressive kitty huff because dinner has been ready for hours but he’s been trying to be considerate (unlike some humans) and waiting for me to eat it.
My cats are indoor cats. Being indoor cats, they can’t go outside to hunt for food (mice, rats, birds, etc) to gift to my sister and I.
But they know that the kitchen has food. They know where the easily accessible cat food is. And obviously my sister and I are just Really Big Stupid Hairless cats.
So if my sister and I go without leaving our rooms for too long? My cats will sit outside our doors and scream for our attention, lead us to their food bowls, and then only stop the screaming and leading once they see us sit down at the table and eat something. Because they think we’re hungry.
Your cats are the sweetest beings on the Earth, it makes my heart warm knowing that they exist. They love you very much and they care so much, they want you healthy and happy and will make sure you don’t neglect yourself and oh god they are so perfect. Real pure love exists, I am happy to be alive today.
When I’m sick, usually with a migraine, my big cat likes to sit at my pillow and cry for someone to help me.
Wanna hear something fucked up? A lot of “local” grocery store chains are actually owned and operated by Albertson’s, which owns over a dozen grocery store brands and operates each one within specific regions to give the illusion of being local
here’s a map. every one of these companies is run by albertsons
They recently bought Haggen’s which I always thought was just local to northwest Washington
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