

In England those would be pancakes or more rarely crepés. They’re what we have on pancake day.
The thicker American pancakes would be called American pancakes, sometimes Scotch pancakes or drop scones.
Look, you get born, you keep your head down, and then you die. If you’re lucky.
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In England those would be pancakes or more rarely crepés. They’re what we have on pancake day.
The thicker American pancakes would be called American pancakes, sometimes Scotch pancakes or drop scones.
I remember the first plane hitting and just gawping at the TV. That seemed bad enough. Fucking passenger plane hitting a skyscraper. WTF? Then the second plane hit the other tower and while the guy on the news was still umming and erring, I knew immediately that it was deliberate.
Mine chose each other and were ok people. Not ideal parents, they were emotionally distant which has left me with some mental garbage but they weren’t cruel, didn’t fight much, and generally tried to do the right thing.
I have a letter opener made by my great uncle for my grandfather.
What makes it interesting is that my great uncle worked as a mechanic for the RAF, keeping Spitfires flying during the Battle of Britain and the letter opener is made from discarded parts from Spitfires he worked on. Not sure what the blade was, some small strut or something, I suppose, and the handle is made of different-sized washers.
This is one of those questions where the answer will probably change from day to day.
Today I’ll say Count Zero, the middle book of William Gibson’s Cyberpunk trilogy. It built on the ideas he explored in Neuromancer and was tighter and less rambling than Mona Lisa Overdrive.
Her top fell off?
Local boy comes good!
32, just before my metabolism slowed down, my muscles gave up and waved a little white flag, and without any warning at all, I was suddenly a fat bastard.
That was the joke dot jay peg.
When the service is mature enough to have decent stats on miles flown / crashes and that ratio is better than manned planes then sure, why not?
Remember, kids, aircraft are still the safest way to fly!
I love a cheese toastie. I do mine in a cast iron skillet these days because one less specialist gadget in my cluttered kitchen is a good thing and because the clean up is easier.
But seriously, post your cheese toastie recipe to !recipes@feddit.uk! It’s not for gourmet meals, it’s for recipes that people actually use and love. For e.g., here’s mine for a Sausage, fried egg, and Reggae Reggae Sauce sarnie.
But I bet your cheese toastie game is on point!
I’m not entirely sure, a lot of it is instinctive. My weakness is baking because I’m mostly a ‘measure by eye’ kind of cook and baking requires more precision than that. I guess I also have quite a good ability to imagine flavor; if I can imagine how a combination of ingredients will taste then it’ll usually be a pretty good meal even if I’ve never tried it before.
Also, I enjoy cooking which helps a lot. I like playing with good ingredients, learning how they react to different cooking techniques and so on. And I love to entertain and watch people eat food I’ve prepared. Food is love!
[Come on over to !recipes@feddit.uk and !cooking_with_fire@feddit.uk - both could do with more regulars!]
I’m a good enough cook that several friends have seriously suggested I apply for Masterchef, but I have no interest in the restaurant side of the competition.
Hot water in the base chamber of the pot. Coffee in the funnel. Top chamber screwed on. Put on a high heat until the coffee is ready.
Report him to the police.
I’d still prefer dogs.
You need to do stuff with people. A lot of friendship is based on shared experience. Just meeting someone isn’t enough, you need to do something with them. So, hobbies, classes, volunteer groups, etc.
Kreps or kraeps