

Is it just me, or…?
Sitting on my front porch at 2am listening to this and the distant sounds of yowling coyotes. This is who I am, basically.
I don’t know if I have made it clear that this is my anthem, but it is. I can and have listened to only this song for hours.
Just requested a translation of the Picatrix/The Aim of the Sage through the library. How is it? Does anyone know? I’m looking forward to reading it.
Fuck Nazis, fuck the Alt-Right, fuck Trump, get wrecked.
Sat for two peices today and a touch-up! Thank you so much to @qedavathegrey for letting me use their own design, The Serpants Key 🖤🖤🖤
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Hey all, I’m sure everyone who is “on the line” is already tired of hearing about it, but the eclipse is coming and I am trying to formulate (or alter with purpose) a recipe that can be served to commemorate the experience. Of course, I’m going heavy handed on the symbolism and intend to use this recipe is a base.
With that being said, I’m going to post up my changes and ideas in hopes that some of you more knowledgeable when it comes to baking (it isn’t my strong suit, especially when yeast is involved) might offer some suggestions – or be daring enough to be guinea pigs and try it out before I am able to.
Mostly, the only substitutions I will be making is in the filling, as I’m trying to conjure something very solar. I’m thinking:
sauté
until shallots are translucent and garlic has some color. Return ground beef to pan, adding the remaining spices. Deglaze with a splash of coffee and let reduce.
I’m going to do my best to leave this as untouched as possible, subbing out (2) tbsp of flour for cocoa powder and adding black food coloring. Which would leave:
I know cocoa has a tendency to sponge moisture, so I’m hoping the very minor addition of liquid via the food coloring will offset some of that, but again, I can’t be sure.
So yeah, basically, it will be the “sun” wrapped in a black bread (the shadow of the moon). Ideally they’ll be cracked open as soon as the sun returns, but until then… experimentation is the name of the game.
In lieu of RIP, please etch HWF (Haunt with Fervor™) on my tombstone.