Norwich pattern books
These happy-looking books from the 18th century contain records. Not your regular historical records - who had died or was born, or how much was spent on bread and beer - but a record of cloth patterns available for purchase by customers. They survive from cloth producers in Norwich, England, and they are truly one of a kind: a showcase of cloth slips with handwritten numbers next to them for easy reference. The two lower images are from a pattern book of the Norwich cloth manufacturer John Kelly, who had such copies shipped to overseas customers in the 1760s. Hundreds of these beautiful objects must have circulated in 18th-century Europe, but they were almost all destroyed. The ones that do survive paint a colourful picture of a trade that made John and his colleagues very rich.
Pics: the top two images are from an 18th-century Norwich pattern book shown here; the lower ones are from a copy kept in the Victoria & Albert Museum in London (item 67-1885), more here.
-Sir, it is your brother.
-LIES! This is not my brother, this is a phone!
-It is your brother, on the phone.
-You should have said so earlier.
Even though I did a photo post of that scene, reblogging because now animated gifs.
(From “Le Coeur a ses raisons”, a Québec show that spoofed american soaps).
I think a lot of people don’t understand that when we talk about these issues—blackface, rape jokes, the appropriation of marginalized cultures, and so on—we are having an ethical conversation, not a legal one. There is no thought police. No one’s coming to your house and carting you off to Insensitivity Prison. But you, as a person living on this planet, get to make a choice whether you want to hurt people or help people. Whether you want to listen or shut people out. I can’t imagine why you’d choose “defensive shithead” over “nice lady capable of empathy,” but okey dokey.
It hurts. Hearing a cute voice say such foul things. It makes me sad.. If you want make to me sad be a girl and swear..
shut the fuck up
You poxy carping sniveling mawworm, what bollocks-pickling right have you got to puke your bullshitters’ comments regarding anything women say? Take your pissing sermonizing anus of a mouth and bleeding sores for eyes and go contemplate your lack of standing as an intelligent human being, fucktard. You’re dismissed.
(apparently makes 6 large scones)
- 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
- 3/4 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 6 ounces (12 tablespoons) cold, unsalted butter
- 1 1/3 cups rolled oats (not instant)
- 1/2 currants (raisins is what Ruya uses)
- 1/2 cup buttermilk
- 1 egg, lightly beaten*
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. sift together flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and sugar. Cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse cornmeal. Stir in oats and currants/raisins. Add buttermilk all at once and sit just until mixture comes together.
Roll dough 1-inch thick on a lightly floured board. Cut into rounds with a 3-inch cutter (or any size you wish). Gather scraps and reroll once. Arrange scones on a baking sheet, brush tops with lightly beaten egg and place in oven. Immediately reduce temperature to 250 degrees. Bake until lightly browned, about 20 minutes.
*Ruya doesn’t do the egg bit. Everything is delicious regardless.
Notes since I’ve made this recipe so many times I could do it in my sleep:
- Using instant oats is totally fine. I’ve used both kinds and there’s literally no difference.
- Add the buttermilk before the oats and raisins. You’ll have to use a little bit more muscle to get the raisins (or currants or whatever) thoroughly in there, but it ultimately blends much more nicely that way.
- Re-rolling the dough fifty times does make the texture of the scones less flaky and lovely, but I have no fucking idea how anyone can manage to get them all cut out after re-rolling it just one time.
man tara is so damn important because she’s this female character who’s shy and has a stutter and came from a difficult home life and is heavier than most other women on television
and she’s portrayed as special and wonderful and her little victories - speaking up for herself,…