Enid: What, Are You Afraid Im Gonna Tell Everyone You Like To Be The Little Spoon?

Enid: What, are you afraid I’m gonna tell everyone you like to be the little spoon?

Wednesday: Everyone likes to be the little spoon..it makes you feel safe.

Walking through Wednesday’s neighborhood holding hands

Enid: I’m hungry. I want a nice rare steak

Wednesday: There is a great steakhouse downtown. My family goes there all the time.

Enid: Will they cook my steak extra rare?

Wednesday: They will cook it until it’s a well done hockey puck if you ask them to cook it that way.

Enid: Ack! Who eats their steak well done until it’s a hockey puck? If you say ‘I do’ may you be blessed and go to heaven

Wednesday smirked.

Wednesday: My Uncle Fester does. I prefer medium rare.

Enid: I don’t like your uncle

Wednesday: But he’s my favorite

Enid: Then he has terrible taste in food

Wednesday: he eats bees

Enid: I take that back. I like him.

Wednesday: And the old crusty bits off of ketchup bottles.

Enid: ew. Is no one in you family just, um Normal?

Wednesday: I haven’t even told you about the odd ones

A little bzz bzzz

She learnt how to use filters 😅🐰 || (Extra)

Enid pulls out the puppy eyes to convince Wednesday to do an outfit swap. Thing gets his own snood too!

Wednesday April 19.

today, nearly 2,000 years ago, someone in pompeii baked bread.

Ahh, picture it. The time, around 2,000 years ago—the place, Pompeii. Simpler, happier times in some ways; and for the ruthless power games, insatiable sexual appetites, wild ambition, and creative genius, less so in others. However, following yesterday's foray into pastries, and all things fluffy, warm, and flakey, it dawned on us that this day around 2,000 years ago a happy chappy somewhere in the city's magnificent walls got to work and made some bread. CIL vol. IV 8972: XIII K. Maias panem feci—which translates as: On April 19th I made bread. And we love that for you, even millennia later! So, one day after our sweet celebration, it's time to pay homage to pastries' savory counterparts by marking April 19 with #bread. And a happy 2,000th anniversary to whichever miscellaneous Pompeian who decided not simply to make bread, but to mark the occasion with graffiti. But how do we know this? Well, it is thanks to the enquiring minds as evident in this post from @todayiwrotenothing, and indeed this commemoration on Reddit. Every day is a school day over here on The Internet.

Today it comes in countless forms, shapes, and sizes: wholewheat, rye, sourdough, multigrain bread, baguette, ciabatta, pumpernickel, soda, focaccia, cornbread, bagel, flatbread, naan, brioche, challah, and, last but by no means least, the ever-trusty white bread. As you will shortly see in the following string of bready content, this is simple yet limitless food: it can be braided, made by illustrated cats, or indeed constructed in the shape of the dashboard's beloved, hapless vessel, the good ship Ever Given.

So here's to you, as-yet-unnamed Pompeian who not only makes the bread, but brags about it too. We think you would have enjoyed this one-day tribute to your escapades here with #bread. We shall submit a formal application to rename it Tumbread, in your honor. But that's still not all: rumor has it there is sister graffiti that reads "Olivia condita XVII Kalendas Novembres"—so come back on November 16th for preserved olives.