• Thordros [he/him, comrade/them]
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    1 year ago

    That was me!

    You awake from a deep sleep to the smells and sounds of salt, pepper, and meat crackling. You walk into your kitchen. President Barack Obama is splashing clarified butter over a rib eye steak sizzling in a cast iron skillet.

    “Uhh, let me ghee sear”