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Cake day: 2023年6月2日

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  • There’s this belizean hot sauce called Marie Sharp’s, I get the gold one. Doesn’t sting me at all, my family can’t handle heat, but it does the job well enough.

    My favourite however is Salsa Macha. Can’t get dried pepper where I’m at though, or I’d make it myself. Goes great with just about anything, even compound butter slathered bbq steaks.


  • Running through the most golden wheat field I could’ve ever imagined (I swear I’m not a british PM), on the side of a hill that went on to the horizon. Behind me, hauling ass, was the mystery machine with no driver. On top of the mystery machine was Cliff Burton, Bo Bonham, and Jimi Hendrix playing purple haze. I woke up as I stopped running and just started floating.

    Either that, or the time I dreamt I accidentally killed a romantic partner in my sleep in a huge hotel that looked like something out of Brazil. As I woke up (in the dream), the bed was covered in blood and the police was banging on my door. I pushed an armoire into the door frame, broke a window, and jumped out. Then I woke up.




  • In addition to what others have said, I’d recommend two things:

    1. Deliberately understalt food. You can always add more salt on the table, you can’t take salt away.

    2. Prep compound butter beforehand with someone helping you taste. Grab roasted garlic (2-3 heads), red wine vinegar (a couple drops), 400g of good quality butter with no added ingredients (eg avoid garlic butter bars), handful of fresh chopped thyme and rosemary, and bit of pepper and salt (same thing as before, underseason). This will give you an already prepped flavour bomb to add to savoury foods. I usually add a couple bones’ worth of marrow as well, and the resulting butter goes well with any meat (non-fish), vegetables, bread, even plain rice.







  • The Neighborhood Kids. They’re a small-ish rap group whose biggest song has a bit over quarter million streams on Spotify (Biddi Bomb). They’re really interesting because they sound and feel like politically active 90s west coast rap. Great beats, great lyrics, and very creative.

    A complete 180 from what tops the charts nowadays. Biddi bomb is their biggest song and is rap through and through, while Third World Problems feels RATM. I honestly hope they keep at it because I love what they’re doing.




  • In december last year I had to put down my 15y/o dog, named Santino. He was a little stupid and couldn’t keep still, so I named him after the guy from The Godfather (a bit grim I know). I also have two cats, a three color grump called Hollie (named after Billie Holiday) and a tuxedo lovable fuzzball called Louie (named after Louie Armstrong).

    Edit: Oh, I almost forgot. I also had a kitten (who died of complications from being weaned off too early) called Curie.




  • I think this is specific to my own neck of the woods, but the words “pija” and “verga”. It can be used in a variety of different contexts and will mean anything between the bee’s knees to absolute shit.

    For example, “la mera pija/verga”, literally “the very dick”, means “the best”; while “la pija/verga” m, literally “the dick”, means “the absolute fucking worst/incapable/incompetent”. “Pijin” means rave, “pijeada/verguiada” means either a scuffle that ended with one side getting beaten very badly, or something that is very hard to do.

    An example of the last one: “Darle pija a Malenia, Blade of Miquella, es pijeado”, meaning “To beat Malenia, Blade of Miquella, is hard”.

    … Lots of phallic turns of phrase. But its usage probably isn’t so different to the versatility of the word “fuck” in the english language.


  • For the last three years I’ve let my hair grow out and donate it once its about 15in long. My hair is probably 2c if I let it air dry. It was annoying but I learnt to live with it by tying the sides of my hair back and tucking my crown’s hair underneath the tie. Some strands will sneak out eventually but it’s manageable.

    However, what I have not found a solution for is my moustache. I like to have my moustache grown out, Tsar Nicholas style, but eating anything is a chore. Sandwiches, burgers, and pizze mean I’m munching on my own stache and pulling some hair out, soups and stews mean I’ll be patting dry the contours of my mouth down to my chin. The only things I can eat comfortably are things I can skewer with a fork. Really puts on a damper on my hair game since I have to trim it a lot for it not to be a bother.