Recipe Items — Page 11

For when things squeak, or just need some love.

Careful lifting. This much booty can throw yer back out. Yar!

A portrait of a bear gone by.

Stole it from a governor's mansion. No regrets. Yar!

Arrived three weeks late, labeled 'urgent turnips.' Was supposed to be tea. Turned out to be anthrax.

Arrived three weeks late, labeled 'urgent turnips.' Was supposed to be tea. Turned out to be anthrax.

Dried into a shade best described as 'regret beige.'

A surface for blending paint. Brown eventually happens. It is inevitable.

Looks like it's seen empires rise, fall, and redecorate.

Stack enough of these and you'll summon the spirit of a disappointed warehouse manager.

Softens shadows without erasing them.

Turns ordinary hands into birds, wolves, and unconvincing rabbits.

Booyah! Let's Party!

A glass shrine to buttery, flakey goodness.

The longer you stare at it, the closer the hills seem.

The longer you stare at it, the closer the hills seem.

The longer you stare at it, the closer the hills seem.

Fits perfectly atop a patio planter base.

A sturdy base for your patio planter.

Adds grace to any space.

Snail highway.

A focal point for your garden.

Holds the day's warmth long after the sun forgets it.

A blank canvas for your floor. Add your own pattern! And a sprinkle crumbs.

A rare sighting of the wild pay phone, presumed extinct in the early 21st century.

Better together.

For anyone who likes to peg or be pegged.

Keeps things in. Lets the lovely manure smell out.

Really ties the room together—and the souls within it.

Freshly crushed, sneezable pepper.

Nothing tastes better than a cup of campfire coffee.

They're so good you'll want four of them. Which begs the question, why bother with petit anyway?

Does not come with 2.5 kids. You'll have to DIY that.

Sandwiches taste better at this table.

A range of hues, carefully contained until inspiration makes a mess of it.

A circle of joy and mild regret.

Glows bravely despite being trapped in your home.

Ye can tell a lot about a pirate by what rattles inside their chest. Yar!

When things get heated, make yer point clearly. Yar!

They call it a letter opener—I call it me polite dagger. Yar!

For when you need to raise a ruckus or, you know, turn over some dirt.

Serious battles have been fought over the correct sweetness, density, and hole size of the perfect bagel.

Best shared, though it rarely is.

Captures joy before anyone had time to fix their hair.

Captures joy before anyone had time to fix their hair.

It's not the pole's fault everyone wants to wrap around it.

Attracts flying bugs at night.

I think this needs a new bulb.

Sit, sigh, and watch the world be gentle.

A proud gallery of bands that broke up before their second gig.

A proud gallery of bands that broke up before their second gig.

Marmalade, never jam.

Drink any of these to feel lucky, sick, or briefly amphibious.

For those who require a fine cuppa even when roughing it.

Not legally a weapon, but close.

Probably meets code. Probably not the kind you tell the inspector about.

The natural predator of root vegetables.

Keeps the deck lit when the moon's bein' stingy. Yar!

Flopsy, mopsy, and entropy.

Flopsy, mopsy, and entropy.