That may be.

But I want cake, so I’ll eat cake (with the available substitutions) because I can.
When I want beans, I eat beans because I can.
When I want cheese, I suffer 'til it passes because I can’t.
Easy-peasy!

Yeah… And in the meantime you always have something to gift people.

Where I live you can sell like small batches of self-produced stuff (like a bottle or two after a tour or tasting), so it’s not very expensive to get such a permit, but too much paper work for my taste.

There are plenty of good substitution products available nowadays - even found one not-butter tasty enough to make my whole family switch to it, until it went out of production… probably as well for our arteries. But I’ve yet to find a good replacement cheese though, so I’d rather go without.

In my foggy memory, mead tasted like very sweet beer, so I assumed some grain would be involved, but perhaps not.

If the flavour comes only from honey (and the process), it’ll probably be a lot harder to imitate.

Haha unfortunately it comes with the territory when refusing animal products but still wanting to eat similar to everyone else - I CAN have my cake and eat it too, kinda (with soy cream).

I’ll slogan my homebrewed syrup-beer: “you won’t believe it’s mead! (it’s not)”.

I’d have to call it Sirop (sugared drink) or something… Maybe “sugar meadley” or “agave meadley”!

Maybe even a beekeeper who also could retail your mead, if they already have store space and customers and an assortment of honey-related products…!

Yeah, I don’t eat honey so haven’t even thought about mead in a decade, but the one time I had it, it was delicious! I suppose the market of buyers with allergies or dietary restrictions against honey is too small, but I wonder if it could be possible for home use (where no one cares that it’s not “real mead”).

Mead-ish? Meadly?

Dead by Daylight.

I get the hate: it’s buggy and messy and expensive, and people are rude AF. But I just turn off chat and have fun with it.

Though I’ve had less enjoyment since they redid the challenges to be a constant assault of the senses with updates for fifteen concurrent “challenges” each match. I’m not a baby, I don’t need the distraction or unearned praise.

Wait, maybe I do hate it?

Intriguing!

Probably more as a small scale personal project than a business venture (the bureaucracy around food-production would kill me) for me though.

Do you make it already on your free time? Can it be made without honey?

Reindeer, but close enough.

You should ask them! Maybe they’ll start thinking about it.

I’ve had a few occasions where I’ve gone after someone who left droplets after themselves. I (discreetly) brought them into the bathroom and kindly asked them to please clean up so I can use the toilet. Perfect amount of shame having to clean it up while knowing I’m waiting, in dire need for a wee.

Never had to repeat myself either, but I don’t invite or visit people who would have to hear that more than once. (Except for children and perhaps teenagers, they can need a few reminders if they insist on standing).

Bad shit will happen. Shit happens to everyone. It has nothing to do with who you are as a person. But if you’re trying to do good and be good, that can be a comfort in trying times, because how you feel inside is what matters when it comes to who you are.

Do you want to be a good person? What does that mean to you; how do you expect a good person to behave? How do you feel when you act against those expectations?

When shit happens you can feel bad because shit happened AND feel bad because you were rude about it… or you can feel bad because shit happened but ALSO feel good because at least you tried to be kind and understanding and didn’t yell at anyone or make someone else feel bad.

I’d rather feel bad (about things) and good (about myself) than bad (about things) and bad (about myself). That is the reward: at least you tried.

Another great thing about abortions being readily available: I know that it was an unwanted pregnancy (failed contraception), but I also know I was a wanted child, because they could have easily terminated but chose to keep me.

Knowing I had been an unwanted pregnancy and a forced birth would have messed me up.

So what happens if you quit that job that comes with the house?

A smaller space like a balcony is fine while she’s healing and shouldn’t stress too much anyway. But I think it’s much to small for a cat to live in permanently.

Indoors can be made into a good living space for cats, if they can go in (almost) all the rooms and you play with them every day (or they have a friend to play with).

Some cats will never be satisfied being indoors cats, but most can can live a good life indoors if you sacrifice a bit of your comfort to give them what they need to be fulfilled.

Can you let your cats have access to all the same rooms as you have? And put up high shelves for them to jump on so they have even more places to explore? Can you train them to walk in a harness?

I also think it’s important to neuter the cats you take care of before letting them go outside or releasing them.

Stopped drinking almost entirely, because moving also meant finding new friends (who prefer other activities than drinking).

I’m afraid of being alone with my thoughts.

There’s something deeply funny about writing that comment while your username is still followed by an emoji of a baby.

I really hope you did it on purpose.