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Chicken Philly cheesesteak on pretzel buns

I stayed up late for my fella, who works nights, after I did a bunch of tasks around the house, in the garden, and applying for work/emails (we're trying to move to a new area for my career, and he's being incredibly supportive of coming with me) because I wanted to cook him a tasty dinner that'd be fresh and hot, rather than reheated.

As I was cooking, he asked if he could borrow me for a second – he's always super respectful of my space in the kitchen because it bothers me to be surprise hugged while I'm cooking (knives, hot things that stirring, etc.) I get to w pause and turn around, and he's all misty eyed. I ask him what's wrong/if he's ok, and he says "I just love you so much happy tears."

Well then I get all misty and we held each other so long I darn near burned my onions.

Don't let anyone tell you that you can't find/don't deserve a partner who loves you that much. The little moments where you just appreciate each other and share the feeling that you're the lucky one, they're real. And the good guys, the sweet ones who will tell you you're amazing just for being you and hold you just because and who feel so lucky to have you it literally makes them tear up sometimes, are definitely out there.

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This was near the gym in the hotel. Not sure what the door was for?

Edit: It was at a hotel in Offenbach Germany

Would be less mildly infuriating if other animals or trees were also flipped and/or repeated sometimes.

The small East Anglian village of Woolpit was by no means exceptional, a prosperous little farming community. Then, sometime in the mid-12th century, something "strange and prodigious" supposedly happened.

One autumn day, villagers checking the wolf pits found two children unlike any they had ever seen. They looked perfectly ordinary except for one unmistakable detail: "the whole surface of their skin was tinged in a green colour."

The terrified boy and girl spoke an unknown language, wore unfamiliar clothing, and refused every food they were offered. They simply cried. Then they discovered fava beans growing in Sir Richard de Calne's garden and devoured them.

Sir Richard took the children into his household, patiently caring for them until they gradually accepted ordinary food. As they did, their green skin slowly faded. The boy, who had always been frail, soon died, but the girl survived, learned English, was baptized, and remained "very wanton and impudent."

Asked where they had come from, she claimed they were from St. Martin's Land, a country where the sun never truly shone, only perpetual twilight. In one version, the children had followed their father's cattle into a cave, heard the ringing of church bells, and suddenly found themselves in England.

This was written down as history by two near-contemporary chroniclers: William of Newburgh, writing in the 1180s from "trustworthy sources," and Ralph of Coggeshall, whose source was supposedly Sir Richard de Calne himself. While William admitted he was skeptical, neither man dismissed the event as fiction.

Many historians today suspect there is a real event buried beneath the legend. One theory is that the children were Flemish orphans. East Anglia had a large Flemish immigrant population, and after the Battle of Fornham in 1173, anti-Flemish violence may have left children wandering the countryside.

Speaking Flemish, dressed differently, and suffering from chlorosis, “green sickness," a form of anemia that can give the skin a pale greenish tint, they would have appeared incredibly strange to the villagers. Fed and cared for by Sir Richard, they recovered, while the story itself grew stranger with every retelling.

If interested, I covered the story of the Green Children of Woolpit here: https://open.substack.com/pub/aid2000/p/hare-brained-history-vol-108-the?r=4mmzre&utm\_medium=ios