youcantseebutimmakingaface:

simonalkenmayer:

This is called “Slop”. That’s what I call it.

It’s complete garbage, but it is something you can do with old rice.

Mine is a take on Korean hot pots. I marinate meat in soy, ginger, garlic, onion, soju, and Korean pepper paste. Then I toss it into a large wok. I toss in vegetables and old rice. I cook it until it turns to a mush, and all the liquid is gone, and then I fry the blazes or of it. It turns into a flavorful, spicy paste with crunchy bits.

It’s delicious. A hodgepodge of flavors all mottled together. I could eat it by the bucketful, which is why it deserves a paper plate.

!!!!
You make this too!!!

Oh man I love ‘rice with leftovers’ fixings. Mexican rice with leftover taco meat, onions and cheese, fried rice mixed in with the last bits of beef and snow peas and rehydrated with the last of the egg drop soup, plain white rice with chopped meaty leftovers and Italian or Cesar salad dressing…mmmm

It’s a pig trough of joy.

I do tend to discern by culture. I have made Chinese Slop, with old sweet and sour, fried rice, wanton soup, Thai chili, five spice, soy, and broccoli. I’ve made Mexican, as you say with left over tacos, and a bowl full of tapatio. I’ve also made Indian Slop, using yogurt, every spice in the cupboard, Tandori “meat” and sweet potatoes. Italian features sausage, tomatoes, fresh basil, mozzarella, Parmesan, red wine, and a dash of cream.

Essentially, it is an excellent way to dispose of leftovers and… ehem…fiddle bits.

This is called “Slop”. That’s what I call it.

It’s complete garbage, but it is something you can do with old rice.

Mine is a take on Korean hot pots. I marinate meat in soy, ginger, garlic, onion, soju, and Korean pepper paste. Then I toss it into a large wok. I toss in vegetables and old rice. I cook it until it turns to a mush, and all the liquid is gone, and then I fry the blazes out of it. It turns into a flavorful, spicy paste with crunchy bits.

It’s delicious. A hodgepodge of flavors all mottled together. I could eat it by the bucketful, which is why it deserves a paper plate.

thoodleoo:

thoodleoo:

ah yes, the solar eclipse, that glorious event every few years when apollo does something so incredibly stupid that artemis has to yell at him in broad daylight in front of half of the world

when u yell at your brother so hard that it makes the world go dark for several minutes

Indeed.

Windows

These windows you create onto yourself, they never show all of you. There is mystery here. You have freedom to move. The window doesn’t define you. And it certainly shouldn’t offend you when people comment on what you’ve shown them. They are remarking upon one instant, their temporary moment touching yours. Any reflection you see is translucent and tiny. The window isn’t you. You are the whole person behind it.

So don’t let this wall of glass frighten you.

crewdlydrawn:

simonalkenmayer:

ignitingthesky:

simonalkenmayer:

ignitingthesky:

simonalkenmayer:

dennys:

crewdlydrawn:

Denny’s for breakfast.

Also, this is beautiful.

temptingly beautiful but do not stare directly at it

What the hell is a moon cake? I hate Denny’s

For one genuine moment I thought yall meant moon cake as in the traditional Chinese pastry we eat during Mid Autumn Festival.

But no. It was this—

I’m disappointed.

We all are. Denny’s is just a disappointment in general.

Denny’s can’t just be a disappointment, ya know. That’s at least, regionally, THE disappointment.

Hahaha

Y’all wanna hate on Denny’s, make your own posts. 😎

No.

The whole purpose of this medium is to allow discussion. If you don’t want discussion, why post? Disable comments or something else. Denny’s makes lackluster, preprocessed junk. They do it with frozen items they purchase in bulk. Being in the industry, I can absolutely say you’ll be able to find the same type of food much better prepared at local privately owned establishments. The same establishments being driven out of business by a huge corporation that could care less about how their employees or patrons fare.

I don’t think that’s wrong to say.

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