The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
The Spices have lost their grip on my body, and now I’m cold again. Probably doesn’t help that I decided to give snowpal-making another go, in the middle of the plaza, next to an artist’s unused station.
I’m still terrible at it, but at least I feel like he fits in the spirit of the Spice Festival. He’s got an edge.
Look, Selvadorada isn’t the only place you can find treasure. There’s treasure in the antique snowballs and the colorful, one-of-a-kind posters you can find around the San Myshunian alleys. They’re less valuable, perhaps. They have fewer centuries of histories behind them.
But it doesn’t mean they’re not interesting.
Also, it turns out the Curry Challenge T-shirt is plenty warm enough when you just ate food that made your body’s temperature go up fifty degrees.
Oh, Cléo, Cyril, we see you being too afraid to give the Curry Challenge a go. Don’t act innocent. We practically ate the same things for seventeen years, your taste buds should be as robust as mine.
Oh, Cléo, Cyril, we see you being too afraid to give the Curry Challenge a go. Don’t act innocent. We practically ate the same things for seventeen years, your taste buds should be as robust as mine.
I’m not going to lie and pretend the curry sauce was a breeze. But I was raised by my mother, and no matter how terrible of a cook she is, she did teach my taste buds how to withstand spices — all kinds of spices.
If anything, her inability to dose them properly has led to a few times she had a heavy hand with the hot pepper, the perfect training for tonight.
Dad, Mom, and I, the three of us win the challenge and a stylish set of T-shirts. Mom is the only one who can still feel her lips enough to beam at the prowess, but the spirit is there.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 