biracial bear for uncut posted:

Un-mute this glorious bird.

https://i.imgur.com/eL3rlPo.mp4

Leon Sumbitches posted:

What the gently caress?

Bloodfart McCoy posted:

I routinely take my poop off for a poop.

pop fly to McGillicutty posted:

Also, even if you end up as a parent with a child that doesn't poo poo on the ceiling, you'll end up with a dog smart enough to open the diaper genie and fling poo poo diapers EVERYWHERE.

RareAcumen posted:

ikanreed posted:

Yeah, what kind of lovely recipe has any less than a dozen cloves bulbs of garlic.

RareAcumen posted:

Cocaine Bear posted:

My puppy has taken to digging at a small hole in the yard. It's a real struggle. I definitely understand your pain and struggle.

Lincoln posted:

Jeez, you people and your loving garlic. It's a seasoning, not an ingredient. We get it, you like to smell bad, leave us alone.

Lincoln posted:

Jeez, you people and your loving garlic. It's a seasoning, not an ingredient. We get it, you like to smell bad, leave us alone.

The Bloop posted:

It absolutely can be an ingredient

They are just tiny better-tasting onions I'll have you know

Ignite Memories posted:

A gross!??

Pick posted:

Cartoon Man posted:

Cartoon Man posted:

biracial bear for uncut posted:

Un-mute this glorious bird.

https://i.imgur.com/eL3rlPo.mp4

Pick posted:

quote:

me: *googles how to mash potatoes*

some food blogger: My childhood home was full of wind and light. On a brisk Autumn evening, it often felt as if the outside was in. My younger sister, my mother, our favourite cousin, our dog, our other dog, our dog’s sister, and I would sit on the floor in the living room for hours, lit only by the moon and candlelight

me: *scrolls for several minutes*

some food blogger: It was at that moment, with my tiny hands clasped tightly around a mason jar filled with fireflies, that I realised the true value of family. My dog and my dog’s sister came and sat quietly at my feet. We stared up at the sky together, and I felt truly connected to both the Earth at my feet and the ancestors who shared the blood that ran through them, for the first time realising that

me: *scrolls for several minutes*

some food blogger: and when we finally made it home, our cheeks flushed with laughter and cold, there were warm mashed potatoes waiting for us. I will always remember their fluffiness, perfectly mirroring the light feeling I carried with me for the entire next week. This is my favourite cousin’s recipe from that very day, modified slightly to not be loving awful. Boil an potato and smush it up with fork and botter. NOT A RAW, Salt, pepepr. In it

BrigadierSensible posted:

On Garlic chat: Best garlic is black garlic. The little island off the coast of Korea on which I used to live was famous for it's black garlic. They would even make Garlic Juice from it. And every year during the Garlic festival, you could go up one of the hills on the island to the German Village and have Garlic Beer, (which was beer with the garlic juice put in it.). Tasted like soup.