diff --git a/makefile b/makefile index b370ee8..0810f74 100644 --- a/makefile +++ b/makefile @@ -1,5 +1,5 @@ -DEST := /var/www/staticwebapp__6/ -REMOTE := vps.decentral1.se +DEST := /var/www/magiun.online +REMOTE := magiun.online RSYNC := rsync -chavzP SRC := dist/* SSH := ssh -t diff --git a/src/components/SplashPage.vue b/src/components/SplashPage.vue index 8364e07..00a7f78 100644 --- a/src/components/SplashPage.vue +++ b/src/components/SplashPage.vue @@ -7,6 +7,7 @@ * { border: 0px black solid; + background-color: #ffe6e6; } @@ -28,6 +29,11 @@ a { #mag_title { font-size: 70px; font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive; + padding-left: 40px; +} + +#icons img { + width: 100%; } @@ -44,62 +50,66 @@ a { - + - + - + - + - + + + + - - + + - + - + - - - - - - + - - - - + + - + + - + + + + - - + + - + - + + + + + diff --git a/src/components/breakfast.vue b/src/components/breakfast.vue index 99b9cbe..f631a0c 100644 --- a/src/components/breakfast.vue +++ b/src/components/breakfast.vue @@ -28,60 +28,35 @@ a { -

Egg story

+

Breakfast

 - +

-My brother has started cooking eggs. A marker of his independence, his progression into manhood. I woke up one morning to a picture he’d sent me of his craftwork the night before. -
-As I slept, he’d got cooking. -
-
-The eggs, his omelet, became a hot topic of conversation at the dinner table that evening. -
-
-“You need to flip it both sides, make sure it’s golden brown.” Dad had said between forkfuls of food. “Make sure the oil is piping hot, you want to hear that sizzle. I recommend smoked ham, peppers and onions.” -“It doesn’t matter if it scrambles, as long as it tastes good.” Mum encouraged. -“You don’t want the oil too hot,” I warned. “Otherwise the eggs will just wither and burn, you don’t want a weird, scrambled omelet. And don’t add meat. Vegetables are enough.” -
+I have started eating in the morning, actually eating, not just chugging sugarless coffee on an empty stomach and calling it intermitent fasting.
-After some further nights of experimentation, it transpired that my brother’s favorite filling was in fact cheese. -My nan took it upon herself to stand guard over the procedure the following week. The egg wasn’t cooking. “The oil is too cold; it won’t do anything.” He’d taken my advice too literally. I then heard my Nan order: “flip it like this, don’t move it, don’t touch, wait, leave it.” -“You need to be more patient”. -My dad happened to walk past. “Don’t break the eggs over the hob like that, you’re making a mess and life difficult for yourself. Here. Crack it like this.” -“I don’t know how to crack the eggs properly,” my brother replied. “I’ll just practice. Let me do it myself.”
+I have also started to cook more without any recipe, just by following my proverbial and literal gut, and the results are surprisingly good.
-It turned out my brother doesn’t like yolk. Or at least, if he has to eat it, it needs to be very, very hard. Funny because neither my mum nor I like yolk either, unless it’s also cooked that way. My dad thinks we’re mad “a runny yolk is the best bit.”
+I know I am a good cook for most of the time but I also feel the need for validation, so eating alone, though not unprecedented, is something I have yet to get accustomed to.
-My brother then tried to move on to fried eggs, but didn't think he cooked the first batch properly. He felt sick the next day and went to bed early.
-
-I woke up the next morning to yet another picture of a prized omelets. I guess he was sticking to what he knows. -Dad commented this one looked much better, he’d obviously taken his advice. -Nan said it was definitely down to her personal coaching. -Mum didn’t make a comment. She’d liked the look of them all. -As for me, I’m not even going to pretend it was because of my frankly lousy egg advice. -
-
-Since then, I’ve received practically a galleries worth of images of omelets victories. -
-
-And as some may count this current period through the changing of days, the passing of weeks and the tick of the clock. In our household, the marker of time rests amongst the eggs, the oil and the pan, between the omelets made and the omelets ate.

+I've attached some photos in hopes that I would somewhat get the validation I was mentioning earlier.  + +

 - + - + @@ -97,7 +72,7 @@ And as some may count this current period through the changing of days, the pass - + diff --git a/src/components/eggs.vue b/src/components/eggs.vue index 99b9cbe..159e1d4 100644 --- a/src/components/eggs.vue +++ b/src/components/eggs.vue @@ -1,9 +1,20 @@ @@ -28,13 +46,13 @@ a { -

Egg story

+

Egg story

 - +

My brother has started cooking eggs. A marker of his independence, his progression into manhood. I woke up one morning to a picture he’d sent me of his craftwork the night before.
@@ -74,8 +92,8 @@ Since then, I’ve received practically a galleries worth of images of omelets v
And as some may count this current period through the changing of days, the passing of weeks and the tick of the clock. In our household, the marker of time rests amongst the eggs, the oil and the pan, between the omelets made and the omelets ate.

 - - + + diff --git a/src/components/leekpilaf.vue b/src/components/leekpilaf.vue index e322bc6..8df7b2c 100644 --- a/src/components/leekpilaf.vue +++ b/src/components/leekpilaf.vue @@ -1,7 +1,9 @@