Recipe Items — Page 17

No cop, no stop.

The dungeons are this way!

The final resting place for unfulfilled crafting dreams.

Another man's trash is a raccoon's five-star buffet.

You're a Gem!

Some archways lead to castles. This one leads to tomatoes.

Adds a cozy, suffocating charm to any room.

Classic meet-cute spot.

Lets the trolley know where to stop.

For storing towels, sunscreen, and tax evasion evidence.

Brings light, warmth, and a buffet for mosquitoes.

A loyal companion to any drink with a tiny umbrella.

A seat fit for a captain's keester. Yar!

A volatile solvent for thinning paint. It calls out like a siren. <i>Drink meee... Driiiiiiiink meeeee...</> You must resist.

From broadcast dreams to coaster holder—what a career arc.

For cheerful singalongs that end in a deep emotional reckoning under the stars.

Built by many, for all, with what little we had and everything we believed in.

DO NOT SHAKE.

Contains a flower that has inspired more poetry than actual sightings.

A bunch of flowers pretending they don't miss the meadow.

Warm flatbread spread with hummus and topped with crisp veggies.

A generous spread of roasted vegetable delights.

Roasted veggies lethally impaled on a spike.

Brings the drama whether you're ready or not.

Finally, a way to wash without summoning a butler and three buckets.

Luxurious, relaxing, and only slightly likely to scuttle off mid-bath.

Luxurious, relaxing, and only slightly likely to scuttle off mid-shower.

A distinguished tub, full of water and self-importance.

The perfect glow for secret affairs or light hauntings.

Reflects your face and, on bad days, your moral choices.

The perfect glow for secret affairs or light hauntings.

A single rose, eternally mid-bloom.

The Victorians believed portraits could capture the soul—so here's a small collection of trapped relatives.

Alternately, a full-body mirror if you are bear-sized.

For those moments of quiet reflection.

For those moments of quiet reflection.

For the refined posterior.

For the refined posterior.

Beware of splash damage.

A place to ring out news and celebrations!

A faithful companion to late-night wanderers.

Useful when you need to lug a mannequin to your trunk. Yep. Just a mannequin.

From a bygone age when fluffalo pulled bears in covered wagons.

For when you have nothing to do and nowhere better to be.

Make your wall cry.

For all your odds and ends you might need in a jiffy.

A star, captured and plugged into your wall. Highly unethical.

Less illumination, more emotional texture.

Exhales quietly. Asks nothing in return.

The source of those creepy whispers...

A sack of roots with nowhere left to run.

A stage for monologues on epistemology.

Not especially delicate. The general idea is to hit the thing hard enough that it becomes two things.

This banner with the Festival of Gifting logo includes the mounting bracket to place on a wall.

Me preferred tool for discouragin' sea monsters from gettin' curious. Yar!

This banner can be placed on a wall.

Used in a failed launch. The platform survived.

The true end of a beach day: a trickle, a laugh, and clean toes again.

Fresh spring water with a taste of wishing coins.

For yer flintlock, cutlass, and perhaps yer <I>Mist Connections</> atomizing body spray. Yar!