Cattails are a great resource and can provide fire starting materials, cordage, food, and even medicine. While they can be considered and invasive plant, finding them should put a smile on the face of any one trying to survive off the land.
David Armstrong was nothing but a vague, humanoid shape floating in the tank and I doubted that anyone would realize it was him in there. I could hear his body bumping against the steel insides of the tank whenever it was moved although unless I looked through the opening it was impossible to actually see him in there.
The tank itself was an unremarkable red metal cylinder on a hand truck. One end opened up, allowing for easy storage of the body inside and there was an opening that allowed it to be filled with water from a hose. It was simple but it looked like it would work. If my goal was to transport a sedated siren I’d have used something similar.
Shelby and I had moved the tank into the garage of the late Mr. Armstrong's house after we’d finished with him. Then, while she’d watched Kayla I’d gone through his home looking for anything of interest. I didn’t find much. Armstrong had lived a lonely and unremarkable life as far as I could tell. He was nothing but live bait. He probably had no idea about the scope of whatever operation he was involved in. So long as he got paid, that was likely the only thing that mattered. While the FRB frowned on human casualties, I doubted anyone would miss him. Besides, technically Shelby had killed him to protect Kayla. Or at least, that was how I would remember it in my report.
Once I’d finished my examination of the house I returned to the living room where Kayla slept restlessly on the couch and Shelby loomed over her. She looked up at me expectantly as I joined them.
“Find anything?”
“Afraid not. I suspect our friend here is just the middleman. At least we’ll see who he reports to soon enough.”
“Good. Maybe we can finally get some goddamn answers.” Shelby said, “I’m going to assume your plan is to see who picks up the tank, then follow them?”
“Exactly. If your missing sisters are still alive, we might be able to find them.”
Shelby didn’t respond immediately. I could tell she was trying not to get her hopes up.
We moved both my car and Armstrong's truck into the woods around the house to make it look like nobody was home. We didn’t know how friendly Armstrong had been with whoever did the pickup and it was better if they didn’t stop to chat.
The night crept by, sleepless. We moved Kayla to a bathtub upstairs and let her soak there. Sirens sleep better in water and it ensured she wouldn’t dry
... keep reading on reddit ➡If you've visited the Middle East or it's surrounding countries in Winter, you've probably seen people drinking something that looks like a mug of hot milk. What they had in their hands was Sahlab, a thick and sweet hot drink that is loved for its taste and great warming abilities. It's an old drink that was consumed as far back as Ancient Rome, Industrial Britain and all over the ottoman empire, but now has sadly been forgotten to the world except in the Middle East (and a few select countries). Today I'll show you how to make instant Sahlab powder flavoured with coconut and how to use it, and I'll also tell you how you can make the other varieties as well.
If you prefer video recipes with all the visual cues, or you'd like to support my work, check out the full video recipe on youtube.
What is Sahlab or Salep
In it's traditional form, Sahlab or Salep is a drink made from crushed orchid tubers. While we think of Orchids as house plants, there are over 20000 different species of orchids, and a large number of them grow small starchy tubers below the ground. These tubers have a distinctive flavour, which can be described as similar to Taro or a sweet earthy flavour, and they contain an important ingredient for the making of this drink, Glucomannan. Glucomannan is a naturally occurring thickener, and similar to corn starch or konjac it's able to turn a cup of milk into a thick runny liquid. Unfortunately real Salep got so popular that many species of wild orchids were harvested to near extinction in Turkey. As a result the Turkish government has placed bans on the export of Salep powder, and there are only a few producers of sustainable farmed Salep in Greece. The good news is that most drinkers of Salep aren't actually drinking Salep at all. In nearly all countries including Turkey most salep powders are made using a combination of corn starch and other thickeners and flavourings.
Instead of traditional Salep, this recipe makes the variety of sahlab that you'd find in Egypt where it's flavoured with coconut and sesame. The result is a drink that tastes similar to coconut macaroons or coconut cake. Usually the drink is topped with nuts, sultanas and desiccated coconut before serving, which makes for a pleasant drink that you can also chew on. Because of it's thick texture it retains heat real
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Sudden Lee
Go post NSFW jokes somewhere else. If I can't tell my kids this joke, then it is not a DAD JOKE.
If you feel it's appropriate to share NSFW jokes with your kids, that's on you. But a real, true dad joke should work for anyone's kid.
Mods... If you exist... Please, stop this madness. Rule #6 should simply not allow NSFW or (wtf) NSFL tags. Also, remember that MINORS browse this subreddit too? Why put that in rule #6, then allow NSFW???
Please consider changing rule #6. I love this sub, but the recent influx of NSFW tagged posts that get all the upvotes, just seem wrong when there are good solid DAD jokes being overlooked because of them.
Thank you,
A Dad.
I am currently in the hospital. I had a back operation yesterday. The surgical nurse came in my room and started asking questions about my back. She asked me if I had any falls during the last year. I responded just one. It was after summer.
She laughed and said in 20 years of doing this she never was told that joke.
Had to ground him until he could conduct himself properly.
Indian places are naan profit, Vietnamese places are pho profit.
My cunning plan to save the countryside: He's come unstuck herding sheep with a drone and crashing tractors, but it's the red tape that's killing Jeremy Clarkson's attempts to make his farm profitable. Without a revolution, British agriculture is doomed, he tells Nick Rufford
By Nick Rufford (Sunday Times, May 30)
During the centuries in which sheep have occupied the countryside, man has rounded them up by traditional methods. The farmer enters the field with his dog and the sheep run to a distant corner. The farmer whistles and the dog herds the sheep to where they're needed. It's always been done like this and sheep have every right to expect it always will be. So when Jeremy Clarkson arrived in their field with a remote-control drone that made barking noises, who could blame them for scattering in all directions?
Flying the drone low, Clarkson chased them across the field towards the farm gate. For a while the experiment seemed to be working and he imagined being able to sit indoors, out of the cold and wet, rounding up sheep in the way that operators of Predator drones patrol the skies of Afghanistan from Nevada. Quickly the animals realised that, unlike a sheepdog, the drone had no teeth. Once they got used to the noise of the rotors they resumed munching without so much as a skywards glance. "They were completely unfazed," says Clarkson. "They just ignored it."
No amount of dive-bombing or electronic yapping from the airborne sheepdog would make them deviate from the time-honoured rules of engagement between man and sheep. "They just looked at me with gum-chewing insolence as if to say, 'Why is that idiot flying that drone?' "
It was one among many experiments Clarkson has tried in an effort to turn a loss-making farm into a going concern. If it sounds harebrained, he points out the drones are an eighth of the price of a trained sheepdog, which is why New Zealand sheep farmers use them. Perhaps his North Country mules were smarter than their antipodean cousins.
For more than three years he has worked the land in Oxfordshire, trying to balance the books on a farm he renamed Diddly Squat because "that's how much money it makes". As chronicled in his regular "Farmer Clarkson" columns for The Sunday Times, he has ploughed, sown and harvested in what he concedes is not richly fertile soil. He has reared livestock and gathered eggs from free-range hens. He has planted cover to attract game birds and created ponds to breed fish. He has built
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The Bushes
Because they work on many levels
Well, toucan play at that game.
Me : For starters, I bring a lot to the table
I want to talk about my father and the wonderful influence he has had on my life,' he told the audience. 'He is a shining example of parenthood, and I love him more than words could ever do justice.'
At this point he seemed to struggle for words. After a pause, he looked up with a sly grin and said, 'Sorry, but it's really hard to read my father’s handwriting.'
Argon does not react.
Martin Freeman, and Andy Serkis.
They also play roles in Lord of the Rings.
I guess that makes them the Tolkien white guys.
She said apple-lutely
David Armstrong was nothing but a vague, humanoid shape floating in the tank and I doubted that anyone would realize it was him in there. I could hear his body bumping against the steel insides of the tank whenever it was moved although unless I looked through the opening it was impossible to actually see him in there.
The tank itself was an unremarkable red metal cylinder on a hand truck. One end opened up, allowing for easy storage of the body inside and there was an opening that allowed it to be filled with water from a hose. It was simple but it looked like it would work. If my goal was to transport a sedated siren I’d have used something similar.
Shelby and I had moved the tank into the garage of the late Mr. Armstrong's house after we’d finished with him. Then, while she’d watched Kayla I’d gone through his home looking for anything of interest. I didn’t find much. Armstrong had lived a lonely and unremarkable life as far as I could tell. He was nothing but live bait. He probably had no idea about the scope of whatever operation he was involved in. So long as he got paid, that was likely the only thing that mattered. While the FRB frowned on human casualties, I doubted anyone would miss him. Besides, technically Shelby had killed him to protect Kayla. Or at least, that was how I would remember it in my report.
Once I’d finished my examination of the house I returned to the living room where Kayla slept restlessly on the couch and Shelby loomed over her. She looked up at me expectantly as I joined them.
“Find anything?”
“Afraid not. I suspect our friend here is just the middleman. At least we’ll see who he reports to soon enough.”
“Good. Maybe we can finally get some goddamn answers.” Shelby said, “I’m going to assume your plan is to see who picks up the tank, then follow them?”
“Exactly. If your missing sisters are still alive, we might be able to find them.”
Shelby didn’t respond immediately. I could tell she was trying not to get her hopes up.
We moved both my car and Armstrong's truck into the woods around the house to make it look like nobody was home. We didn’t know how friendly Armstrong had been with whoever did the pickup and it was better if they didn’t stop to chat.
The night crept by, sleepless. We moved Kayla to a bathtub upstairs and let her soak there. Sirens sleep better in water and it ensured she wouldn
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So far nobody has given me a straight answer
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