Mashed potatoes are sometimes eaten for breakfast in Ukraine.

Correct.

Or more like white, fluffy, sweetened, crustless sponge ≠ bread.

what we need

It’s a question of quality and crust.

Edit: you can enter into the search engine of your choice the word “bread” and the word “Brot” (German for bread) to see the difference we’re talking about.

Yep, no bread on that board, no butter and cheese and no vegetables.

Yep. We have a type number, that describes how many mg of ash are left behind after burning 100g of said flour.

Since starch burns away cleanly, the amount of ash shows how much of the rest of the grain is still in the flour (the rind or the germinating part).

So it would be “wheat flour type 450” which is more refined than “wheat flour type 1050”. More refined means it rises better. But there’s lots of healthy and tasty stuff in the rind, so if it’s not a sponge cake I’m making, I try to incorporate higher types.

American naming conventions confuse me. We just call the flour by what it’s made of: wheat, rye, spelt and their grade of refinement.

Bread flour? You can make bread out of so many different types of flour.

Boy reinvented the shopping basket…

Here oats come in the same (adequate) paper backs as flour.

I’m really stepping into a parallel universe right now. I have no idea what problem one would have with paper backs…

Also pelts can mean fur or yeet

A finch is is a unit I made up in my head to make sense of the weird customary system. It’s 4 inch (four inch -> finch) or rather 10 cm. Makes converting my instinctive scale to USian easier. It helps, that it’s also a plausible size of the finch bird.

I personally find peanut butter and jelly don’t work together at all. But I love a good open top bread slice with butter and jelly/jam. My favourites are quince, plum, raspberry and black current jam.

Not a native speaker, but I think you ask for the subject with ‘who’ (“Who did this?”) and ask for the object with ‘whom’ (“To whom was it done?”).

Anyways, owl set blud up man

Ohh that’s the word…

Feelings on metal chairs dude? Ain’t nobody gonna knock that shit over

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How about invasive thoughts?

Superliminal

the dnd campaigns of old

The three were left to die, being abandoned by their previous social group. However they banded together and formed a music band. On their way to the big city they found an abandoned house and wanted to shelter for the night. Inside however were thieves and bandits, celebrating their latest heist. So the band of musicians stacked on top of each other, entered the home and each let out their most horrifying scream. Utterly befuddled and scared shitless of such an unknown three-headed creature, the bandits fled.

Now after having rested, the band of musicians is on their merry way towards the big city to earn their claim to fame.

Everything seems fine. However… Unbeknownst to them, they are now on the hitlist of one of the most dangerous mafia organisations of Bremen.

Plus it explains like the reader is kinda dumb