The thing about Cyclops, the thing we so easily overlook when banging on about his rock-eating aggression and one-eyed misanthropy, is that the guy just really, really needed a cup of coffee and a dosa. Yar?A photo posted by ekPlate (@ekplate) on Oct 13, 2016 at 11:15pm PDT
Remember in Belle de Jour when Catherine Deneuve's vagina is described as like "threading a pearl"? Well, I'm not gynaecologist (hell—you're looking at the women who last time she tried to draw female genitalia from memory, ended up doing a Goya-esque portrait of Bart Simpson), but wouldn't that be—I don't know, a little gritty? Is that what people want from a vagina? A lot of salt water and sand?Maybe it is. What do I know?The most perfect little Kumamoto oyster with @damianbthomas and @saltwaterinverness thank you Luke. A photo posted by Violet Cakes Ltd. Claire Ptak (@violetcakeslondon) on Oct 6, 2016 at 10:42pm PDT
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Cobnuts are one of those things that are almost as fun to say as they are to eat. For some reason, in my head, they are associated with shire horses, soft white rolls, and hammering nails into the soles of your boots. Twin that with dappled beetroot and cheese from the always-far-away Tipperary and you've put what we describe in the trade as "autumn on a plate."Salad of figs, cobnuts, Discovery apples, Crozier blue cheese from South Tipperary and pickled beetroot. Details @obsmagazine 18.09.16 A photo posted by Nigel Slater (@nigelslater) on Sep 17, 2016 at 1:46pm PDT
I don't know if it's because I've just cycled to the Hook of Holland to watch the breaking waves of the grey North Sea beat against the rocks and rusting chains of a ferry port, but for some reason, the idea of eating foam has never struck me as particularly enchanting. It just seems a bit like seasoning your dish with scum or floaters.A photo posted by @mymuybuenochefs on Oct 13, 2016 at 9:02pm PDT
I see your dad's taking the divorce well. Not upset that your mum kept the house. Not bothered that he now lives in the spare room of a guy called "Hog." More than happy to buy all this kitchenware from the stall next to Peterborough's only bong shop. Getting quite into his "pan-Asian" cooking, isn't he? Well, good for him, that's what I say. Nice to see him making a shrug of it.Günaydın Tüm Sevdiklerim Mutlu bir gün karşılasın hepinizi Rengarenk Amerikan servisleri sevgili Gökçe'nin emeği @jadeselection A photo posted by Photography&Styling&Blogger (@fotografikhatiralar) on Oct 13, 2016 at 10:23pm PDT
I'm not absolutely sure if these are doughnuts, apple fritters, or informational toys used as a over-75s prostate clinic for men who are too old to clench. But they're deep-fried and scattered in sugar, and that's what matters.A photo posted by Rosie Birkett (@rosiefoodie) on Oct 13, 2016 at 7:14am PDT
The only way to start a Friday! Bacon and egg butty using He peach and satsuma for speed. #fooddiary #foodoptimising #foodporn #slimmingworldfollowers #slimmingworld #slimmingworlduk #slimmingworldfollowers #slimmingworld2016 #slimmingworldinstagram #swinsta #swinstafamily #weightlossjourney #weightlossmotivation A photo posted by Rach Linley (@sw_linleyrach) on Oct 13, 2016 at 11:16pm PDT
Before I opened this picture fully, I just assumed it was an aerial photo of the M25 but, it turns out, it's actually a bowl of solidified milk covered in dried-out caterpillars, gravel, sand, and bits of bark. What a start to the day.A photo posted by Doris (@foodoris_) on Oct 13, 2016 at 11:50pm PDT
Oh, do grow up.When the invite says "tea party" but you've got on the brain. #CelebratePizza with @Pieology A photo posted by Lizzie Darden (@lizzie_darden) on Oct 13, 2016 at 3:37pm PDT