jordansfuckingfoodblog:

Yoooooo I haven’t posted a recipe in hella long but I made some fucking next level shit tonight. I have to share it. If you’re a moldy cheese lover like me, you’ll eat this shit up (literally):

Roquefort White Wine Pasta with Spinach and Shallots

Ingredients:

  • About 6 ounces Roquefort or other pungent moldy cheese
  • 1/3 cup dry white wine like Chardonnay
  • 1/2 cup vegetable broth
  • 2-3 tbsp butter
  • Flour
  • Splash of cream
  • One large or two small shallots, cut small
  • Three generous handfuls of baby spinach
  • About 3/4 pound of pasta (I used farfalle but I don’t know your life do what the fuck you want)
  • Olive oil
  • Black pepper
  • Ground sage
  • Parmesan (optional)

Just a disclaimer: every measurement I give is rough because I don’t fucking measure I just do my thing. You should too. Do your fucking thing.

Get that water boiling for your pasta with salt in it, obviously. Start your sauce in a smallish saucepan with the wine and the broth. Let that go long enough that the alcohol cooks off, probably like 5 minutes idk. Add the butter and let it melt. You should be at like a medium-low temp. Crumble up that cheese real nice and add it. Add like two small spoons of flour and a splash of cream. Give that shit some love with a whisk.

In the mean time you should probably be putting your pasta in. Cook it al dente, don’t fucking murder it. Keep whisking that sauce. It’ll probably cook down for like 10 minutes and you want to be giving it a lot of whisk love.

When you’re a couple minutes away from finishing the pasta and sauce, throw your shallots in a pan with a little olive oil. Let those get pretty. When everything is ready to be assembled, turn the pan temp down to low, and add your spinach. Immediately add the pasta and pour the sauce over all of it. We’re not trying to really cook the spinach, just wilt it with the heat of the pasta and the sauce. Add a little ground sage  (if you have fresh in the house you could put it in with the shallots to cook) and black pepper to taste. Toss it all and let it get nice and cozy. This recipe really doesn’t need salt because the cheese is hella salty, but if you’re some kind of salt loving freak do your thing.

Get yourself a nice bowl of your beautiful creation. Sprinkle with some parmesan if you want. Eat and probably cry a little. This shit is decadent. 

Just because the way she present that shit is clasik. “I don’t know your life.” that line had me weak. I’ll give it a go

least-virginy-virgin-ever:

l0kasenna:

officialnatasharomanoff:

slecnaztemnot:

nmscares:

#DidYouKnow #Deaf #DeafAwareness #education #SignLanguage #advocacy #NMSCares

This is actually sadly relevant. I had a lecture this summer about sign languages and Deaf culture and when I was finished, one hearing girl from the audience stayed behind to ask me some more question.
She asked me: “And your parents use sign language, right?” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world and why is she even asking this, of course my parents must know sign language.
"No… They don’t, actually."
"And how do you communicate, then?"
"Talking?"
"But… isn’t that complicated for you?"
"It is, sometimes."
"They probably didn’t have time for it…" she said. And I haven’t the heart to tell her that my father was offered sign language courses several times, that I offered to teach them some signs and that they always refused.
But I did told her: “It is not that rare. Most of deaf people I know have hearing parents who don’t sign.”
It’s the sad truth. People are willing to pay for surgeries to “repair” their children, but they are not willing to learn something to communicate with them.

i’d like to add onto this with my own personal experience, too. i was born hearing, but as soon as i was diagnosed as HoH, my parents didn’t do anything to learn ASL. they were quick to put me in classes, but they wouldn’t when i suggested to them that they take the classes with me so that we could learn.
i’ve tried to teach my mom how to sign numerous times, but she always says that “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” to which i tell her that she can learn, she just doesn’t want to. which is true. neither of my parents want to learn how to sign, but they want me to be able to hear perfectly so they don’t have to repeat themselves.
little do they know that their frustration with me not being able to hear them would be solved if they would just learn how to sign. maybe signing something to me once instead of repeating themselves four times and then getting mad would be more beneficial.

I’m absolutely shocked at this, it’s never crossed my mind that many parents wouldn’t even try to meet their hard of hearing kids halfway.


This is why if I had a deaf child I wouldn’t get them a cochlear implant. The deaf community is a great one and you can live a perfectly normal independent life without hearing. Now more so than ever.

least-virginy-virgin-ever:

l0kasenna:

officialnatasharomanoff:

slecnaztemnot:

nmscares:

#DidYouKnow #Deaf #DeafAwareness #education #SignLanguage #advocacy #NMSCares

This is actually sadly relevant. I had a lecture this summer about sign languages and Deaf culture and when I was finished, one hearing girl from the audience stayed behind to ask me some more question.

She asked me: “And your parents use sign language, right?” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world and why is she even asking this, of course my parents must know sign language.

"No… They don’t, actually."

"And how do you communicate, then?"

"Talking?"

"But… isn’t that complicated for you?"

"It is, sometimes."

"They probably didn’t have time for it…" she said. And I haven’t the heart to tell her that my father was offered sign language courses several times, that I offered to teach them some signs and that they always refused.

But I did told her: “It is not that rare. Most of deaf people I know have hearing parents who don’t sign.”

It’s the sad truth. People are willing to pay for surgeries to “repair” their children, but they are not willing to learn something to communicate with them.

i’d like to add onto this with my own personal experience, too. i was born hearing, but as soon as i was diagnosed as HoH, my parents didn’t do anything to learn ASL. they were quick to put me in classes, but they wouldn’t when i suggested to them that they take the classes with me so that we could learn.

i’ve tried to teach my mom how to sign numerous times, but she always says that “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” to which i tell her that she can learn, she just doesn’t want to. which is true. neither of my parents want to learn how to sign, but they want me to be able to hear perfectly so they don’t have to repeat themselves.

little do they know that their frustration with me not being able to hear them would be solved if they would just learn how to sign. maybe signing something to me once instead of repeating themselves four times and then getting mad would be more beneficial.

I’m absolutely shocked at this, it’s never crossed my mind that many parents wouldn’t even try to meet their hard of hearing kids halfway.

This is why if I had a deaf child I wouldn’t get them a cochlear implant. The deaf community is a great one and you can live a perfectly normal independent life without hearing. Now more so than ever.

“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

Starra Neely Blade

this is literally my life

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