[–] 11 points 3 months ago

When we started dating, my soon-to-be-wife (later this week!) made me a scarf. A couple years later she crocheted me a queen sized blanket. Those two things are genuinely my prized possessions. I'm a sucker for handmade gifts like that.

The greatest gift she ever gave me though was sticking by my side through cancer treatment. I'll never be able to repay that love and kindness but God knows I'll spend the rest of my life loving her

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  • [–] 4 points 3 months ago

    So American cheese (the real stuff) is actually real cheese. It's basically just cheese with an emulsifying salt added to it, usually in the form of sodium citrate or similar. This salt is what makes American cheese melt so well, you can actually buy it and melt it into other cheeses to make them melt like American cheese. Or you can make it yourself by mixing baking soda and lemon juice

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  • [–] 1 point 5 months ago*

    I don't smoke anymore, but back when I was working as a line cook I used to smoke like a chimney. I'm real happy I stopped, my sleep took a while to get better but now it's way more restful then when I smoked. Weed is chill in moderation, not if it's your only way to relax after a long day of too many hours under high pressure.

    Still get a bit of a craving every now and then, but I think it's just when I'm bored.

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  • [–] 6 points 5 months ago

    Mise en place is essential in my mind and one of the most important skills I learned early on in culinary school. At home if you don't want to dirty a ton of dishes, you can organize ingredients (veggie ones anyway, still need bowls for spices/liquids) into small piles on your cutting board. Then just grab a bench scraper or the side of your knife and toss the ingredients in as needed.

    Also, get a kitchen scale. You won't need it all the time but it's so much easier to just stick a pot on top of a scale and add 500 ml of chicken stock than it is to have to measure 2 cups in a separate container. This is especially good if you're looking to blanche/simmer something in a flavorful liquid like stock or broth

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    Sometimes I wish I still had cancer

    I'm going to keep it fairly vague because I don't feel ready to tell my friends and family this, but it's as the title says. Sometimes I wish I still had cancer.

    When I was in high school, I was diagnosed with a rare type of brain cancer. The treatment itself wasn't too bad, but it took nearly a year to get the right diagnosis so I spent that time being treated for miscellaneous diseases I didn't have. I got the all clear after I finished treatment and moved on with my life, feeling pretty safe and secure. As I was approaching the 5 year mark (the point generally regarded as the "you're out of the woods now" mark), a routine scan found that the tumor had returned, but had metastasized to my spine. I went through heavy dose chemo, with a stem cell transplant and a long in-patient stay. Although I'm technically in remission now, and have been so for 5 years, I've never stopped looking over my shoulder, and even find myself wishing I still had cancer.

    I know it sounds horrible, I'm incredibly grateful to my team of doctors and nurses, but such a huge portion of my life has been spent in the hospital that in some ways, being sick just seems easier than regular life. I know how to go sit in a chair and be poked with needles and pumped full of poison. I still struggle with things like getting out of bed and going into work. I don't know, I guess it just seems like normal life isn't normal in some ways.

     

    My neighbor is in her 70s. I'm in my late 20s and live in the apartment upstairs from her, so when it snows I like to help clean off her car/shovel out her parking spot. Today she tried to pay me after I helped her. I don't want to accept the money, but want her to still feel comfortable asking for help/not feel like she's taking advantage of me. How should I go about this? Maybe ask her for something small so she feels like she's helping me too? It's never any trouble helping her with the snow removal, it never takes more than half an hour

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