Your brain is an ever changing kaleidoscope of moods and colors

That said, these tags were what I needed to hear:

we're all gonna make it

NOT THE CRABS WE EXPECTED BUT STILL SOME CRABS WE DESERVE!!!

[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'Lindsey Graham is dead.' to Cas 'I love you'. /End ID]

Get whole wheat flour.

Weigh your flour in grams. Idk. Like 500? Whatever.

Heat up like idk half that number in ml of water to like 90 F.

Add some salt and a pinch of brown sugar and a big spoonful of instant yeast to your flour and mix it up.

Get your mixer with a hook attachment or idk just use your hands and mix in the water. If it’s mud add more flour, if it’s terrible sand that won’t stick together add more water

Beat the hell out of the dough for like ten minutes, probably feeling half ways through like you added too much water and adding in a spoonful of white flour and try to balance the flour to water ratio until you go insane

Cover your bowl of dough with a damp cloth in a warm place for like idk an hour until it’s doubled in size

Beat the hell out of the dough for another ten minutes again with the dough hook or your hands whatever’s available

Shape into loaf or multiple loaves on greased cookie sheet. Cover with damp cloth for another hour.

Cut some kind of line in it idk it helps vent it or something

Bake at 375F for like 35 minutes or until the loaves reach internal temp of 200F

Put on cooling rack to cool off

The whole wheat stuff also absorbs more water than pure white flour so that’s why I go for 50% hydration.

I’m using homemade flour that my brother made and am using very little white flour at his request so this bread ends up soaking up water like nobody’s business.

Bread that’s entirely or almost entirely whole wheat is dense even when it’s done well. This is the kind of bread that’ll make you feel full after one or two slices.

empathy:

is responding to a person’s emotions by experiencing the same emotion as them (i.e. feeling sad when something sad happens to that person, or happy when something happy happens to that person.)

is an automatic response that cannot be controlled

cannot be learned

sympathy:

is recognizing that another person is in pain, even if you do not experience that pain, and offering comfort to that person

is something a person must actively choose to do

can be learned

compassion:

is showcasing care and support via words and actions

is something a person must actively choose to do

can be learned

if you need an example of a person with no empathy who practices sympathy and compassion, look no further than data from star trek: the next generation. he doesn’t have emotions at all, but he’s still kind to people and wants to help them.

And it hit me like a BRICK that I was taking careful care of this little one every day so he didn't get hurt - but! my own memory was of being alone, unsupervised, a ridiculous amount of time. Outside on the farm and alone as a toddler, or literally being looked after by a farm dog.

Memory being fickle, I checked with one of my aunts who I was close to as a child. "Was I left alone, like, a LOT?" I asked her. Her friendly face got serious, and she just nodded. "You raised yourself," she told me, "Then you raised your brother."

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

Turns out you can roll a 7 on a d6