Tara A.
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Tara A.
@eatsshootsknits.bsky.social
I eat, make, bake and freeze food, take photos sometimes, knit often. My love language is bread.
Seems like that venn diagram might be a circle
January 13, 2026 at 11:00 PM
That's awesome.
February 14, 2025 at 8:49 PM
into the lives of others, and maybe some meaningful connecction. Instagram is the same.

Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly angry about the state of the world. But that can't be my SOLE focus. 2/2
February 12, 2025 at 6:22 PM
Oh no 😞 poor pupper!
February 6, 2025 at 1:58 AM
Candy eyeballs from Fred Meyer (one of our branches of Kroger)!
February 6, 2025 at 1:57 AM
February 5, 2025 at 9:49 PM
- 8c fresh snow. I won’t judge if you keep the twigs and rocks in it, you do you.
- 1c heavy cream (whole milk works great, I haven’t tested others)
- 1/3c sugar
- splash of vanilla (measure with your heart)
- pinch of sea salt

Whisk everything but the snow together. Fold in the snow. Enjoy.
February 5, 2025 at 5:19 PM
I like Fulcrum’s Silver Cup brand and order it regularly.
February 4, 2025 at 5:38 PM
same here. I lost a LOT with that concussion 6y ago, but most of it was media I’d consumed, mostly books and movies/TV. Now I get to experience them again, I guess.
February 1, 2025 at 12:29 AM
New song “Horses” out today, new album late next month. Found him due to a couple nature songs that popped up, one called “Turtles.”
February 1, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Did I somehow never tell you when this happened? Also, epic butt crack moment for sure.
January 31, 2025 at 11:10 PM
Once out of earshot, Coppola turns to A and says something like, "Thank you, by the way, I'm Francis Ford Coppola. But couldn't you have said uncle or brother or something?"

And that's how I met Francis Ford Coppola at a Metallica concert. 7/end
January 31, 2025 at 5:48 AM
A had extensive theatre training and leapt into action. "No, that's my DAD. He gets that ALL THE TIME." she puts her arm around him and we keep walking.

Hellfire and Damnation Guy is left there sputtering. "But... but... Francis Ford Coppola..." 6/
January 31, 2025 at 5:48 AM
I stretch or crack my neck or whatever and yeah, that's him. He was with some other dude I didn't recognize. Right about then, Hellfire and Damnation Guy is like, "YOU'RE ALL GONNA BURN IN HELL, CONVERT TO CHRISTIANITY NOW OR---hey, is that FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA?" 5/
January 31, 2025 at 5:48 AM
a guy with a sign yelling about hellfire, damnation and satanism. You know, as tended to happen outside of metal shows. Maybe it still does.
R says through her teeth, "Francis Ford Coppola is behind us." 4/
January 31, 2025 at 5:48 AM
For the purposes of this: the coworker with tickets is R, the one we attended with is A.
A&I got on BART, picked up R and walked to the venue from R's house. Outside it's a typical late-90s scene - lines snaking around the building, 3/
January 31, 2025 at 5:48 AM
I had a coworker who had ticket connections. She was supposed to go to the show with a guy she liked and his buddy. The guy she liked sort of ghosted her (the way 1999 ghosting worked) and so she invited me and another coworker. 2/
January 31, 2025 at 5:48 AM