I guess a tray is useful for salting it and leave it sitting. Also, a grid. But most steps can somehow be done with the simplest list of tools. I haven’t used anything else, so can’t really recommend anything.

I’d like to give more focus to circular patterns. Instead of continuing the cancer-logic pattern of ‘line must go up’ that progress evokes, we could instead learn how repeating patterns shape our societies, and how we can create sustainable movement.

Edit: this was asking for the definition. So yeah, progress for me is a linear upwards movement.

Look, migraine this month is sooo bad I wouldn’t mind that at all. Knowing that it will return for next month’s period and gift me 1-5 days of throwing up and crying in a dark room? Shoot me alreay, I’m so fed up with this.

New cheese maker here. I work with the most primitive of setups. No cheese press - just my kitchen board and a pot filled with water on top, with the cheese pressed in the cheesecloth that I tie up with string. I have made fresh cheese and feta cheese, can be done in room temperature and easy to mature in brine in the fridge. But I also get really experimental. Currently I have two pieces of fresh cheese wrapped in an old fuet (spanish sausage) packaging to develop white mold (Geotrichum) - works very well so far and I can’t wait to try it. A friend brought one of her fresh cheeses that was getting a bit icky outside, and I washed it off and wrapped it into mugwort leaves. It’s now delicious.

I’d say that in the last few months I have eaten all sorts of goat cheese experiments done by me or my friend and find that cheese making is ultimately a very forgiving hobby - it’s mostly just about forgetting milk in creative ways.

Yes, unless you don’t like broad beans. Because that’s all I’ve got to trade.

They ran out of names naming Porto ‘Antiga, Mui Nobre, Sempre Leal e Invicta Cidade’

Hmmmm articles about not needing three meals a day when the world is facing food shortages.

Said the farmer to his neighrbour: ‘Crap, just when I had taught my donkey to work without any food the stupid animal had to die.’

Took the test as an actual German, scored more autistic than German. I never noticed the similarities though, very funny.

How about not using AI for anything? Negative impacts overweigh use. Use ML (as in predictive typing) and call it a day. Don’t replace your brain with a slopmachine

Oh look, I know that couple from somewhere! They don’t look like having fun, but you never know

Edit: In all my many years on earth I never knew they were supposed to be father and daughter. To me they always looked like a couple. Thanks for correcting!

Why do you need other people to decide that for you? It is both culinary skill and hobby. Life does not fit in categories described by single words.

Okay, whatever turns them on I guess

Clickbaity headlines ANNIHILATE Lemmy commentator 's last brain cell

I’m not in or from the US. In my country people didn’t rebel when camps were built, when people were disappeared, when they were sent to war. The world used to think that something was especially wrong with us. Turns out the average person in every country is just too poor, too exhausted, too distracted to oppose the fascists. We sit still and hope that we’re not next. If you introduce the hardships slowly enough people will not complain.

My advice is ‘Rot the system from the inside’. Be extra slow, be really inefficient. Be obtuse. Have your work gear break often. Make small mistakes. Be stubborn. Appear stupid. And if you want to gather and organize: Don’t gather in one location, gather in many locations, but gather. Don’t meet with the purpose of politics, but start with mutual aid, neighborhood support, hobbies, … Maybe don’t call your organization anything like “Anarchist Antifa Violent Liberation Front” but go for “Neighborhood Support Club” and remain accessible to all who are not total arseholes. Now it’s about getting shit done - anything on the scale of growing vegetables to Luigi that isn’t writing yet another manifesto. Be kind to another.

Sure it’s not the knots on her halter tickling her nostrils? My mare will totally wipe her snot all over me when she can. She looks a lot like your Sandy, white with freckles and petite. Sandy is a beautyful girl!

Just seems like too many steps and interventions for my taste. It’s of course possible that you enjoy the steps of your baking and in that case there’s nothing wrong with it - as long as your bread tastes good - is there anything you would like to see different with the finished product? For my own baking, since I’m busy and forgetful, I’ve developed my sourdough recipe for minimum work, no heavy mixing and robustness. German style sourdough bread with lots of seeds, lazy version.

• Sourdough lives in the fridge in summer, in the room in winter - sometimes I feed it every day, sometimes only once a week, so far it has always handled it. I sometimes dry and/or freeze a batch, just in case I really mess up one day.
• For rye bread I start with T170 and T150, very coarse rye and wheat flour respectively. 2 cups of each, then one cup of oat flakes and one cup of seed mix, plus the sourdough (roughly 150-250ml) and 1-2 tablespoons of salt. 3 cups of water. I mix it with a wooden spoon and let it sit between 3 and 24 hours, depending on outside temperature and available warm spots (I heat my house little and don’t cool it at all). When it’s ready it will have risen to ca. twice its height in a ca. 35cm bowl or pan. It will be fluffy and full of bubbles.
• Now I mix another 2 cups of t170 and 2 cups of T150. Ca. 2 cups of water. Another pinch of salt. Mix again with the wooden spoon. I keep my dough a bit on the liquid side and bake in trays lined with baking paper. Fill the tray to 2/3, bake when the dough reaches the top of the tray. Gas oven on hot, and later a little less hot if I feel like it. Bakes between 1 and 2 hours. It’s ready when I knock it and it sounds hollow.
• The finished bread lasts up to two weeks and freezes well, too.

Saßen zwei Gestalten

auf dem Donnerbalken

und sie schrien

nach Klopapier

Klopapier …

Und dann kam der Dritte

Setzt sich in die Mitte

Und sie schrien

nach Klopapier

Klopapier … (this continues counting till ten. It’s about an old fashioned wooden many-seated outhouse without toiletpaper which breaks down in the end. It’s one of two songs about poop my dad taught us, which briefly made my brother and me the rockstars of the playground. Poop!)

From the same author, Erich Maria Remarque, “A night in Lisbon” is also very good.

And me here thinking it was the large base tapering upwards. Turn pyramid on its head and I believe you, science guys!

Yes, ‘bebedouro’ means water trough. I think it all means ‘Water trough, cross road Rua Cel. Bordini with Rua Cristovão Colombo’ - I now realize it’s street names probably.