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doctorbhargavahomeopathy · 2 years ago

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How can I Naturally Increase my Appetite Quickly?

A lack of appetite may be unpleasant for anybody, particularly those who are underweight and attempting to acquire weight or bulk.

This article provides sixteen simple methods for increasing appetite and homeopathic medicine for increasing appetite. Before that, let us understand what appetite stimulant activities and the food we can have at home naturally.

Utilize Water to Your Benefit:

Drinking a glass of water immediately before eating is a weight-loss approach supported by research. Water fills the stomach, making you feel fuller more quickly. In addition, the beverage might decrease stomach acid, which slows digestion and prolongs fullness. This is excellent news for anyone attempting to limit their caloric consumption.

Consume Smaller Meals More Often:

Eating three whole meals may seem like a difficult chore when you don't have a healthy appetite. You are more likely to eat if you break your three big meals into five or six smaller meals. As your appetite increases, you may begin consuming more calories throughout the day by increasing the size of these meals or adding additional items.

Select Meals That You Like:

Having a healthy, balanced diet is essential, but so is enjoying the food you're eating. Always choose meals and snacks whose flavour and aroma you appreciate, even if it means eating a simple but tasty veggie pasta dish for many days or something similar. The most essential thing is to eat and restore your appetite.

Eat Nutrient-Rich Foods:

People with low appetites often consume empty calories such as sweets, chips, ice cream, and baked goods to gain weight. Even though these meals may seem more tempting and are heavy in calories, consuming them is a terrible choice since they contain little nutrients. Focus instead on meals that give calories and a variety of nutrients, such as protein and healthy fats.

Avoid Drinking with Meals:

Drinking water before or during a meal is a well-known weight reduction technique that causes you to feel fuller — just the opposite of what you need! Try not drinking water 30 minutes before a meal to see whether you get hungrier and eat more.

Get Sufficient Rest:

Getting enough rest and ensuring that you sleep properly might be the key to increasing your appetite.

When we don't get enough sleep, it's easy for our bodies to get agitated, and for some individuals, this means disregarding hunger signals out of concern and eating less. You may find yourself munching on junk food, ordering junk food, or not eating at all if you're too exhausted to prepare good, satisfying meals.

Ensure that you receive adequate sleep, which is typically 7-9 hours each night for the average adult.

Stress:

Any stress is a significant strain on the body. One explanation is because stress triggers the production of the hormone epinephrine, often known as adrenaline, which temporarily suppresses appetite.

Maintain Regular Exercise:

Whether or whether there is a form of exercise that is most helpful for raising appetite is the subject of conflicting research. According to a number of studies, folks who don't exercise have poorly controlled hunger hormones (like ghrelin). Nonetheless, when they begin exercising, they begin to consume fewer calories than their bodies need.

Homeopathic Medicine for Appetite:

Doctor Bhargava Appetiser Syrup: It is a homeopathic medicine for increasing hunger that stimulates the liver and gastrointestinal enzymes to stimulate hunger. This syrup will aid in eliminating food aversion, indigestion, dyspepsia, and nutritional inadequacies. Appetiser syrup is a homeopathic appetite booster that eliminates food aversion, indigestion, dyspepsia, and nutritional deficits. It aids the patient's recovery after a lengthy illness by stimulating his appetite. Today is the day to start using homeopathic medication for the finest cure.

#appetiser syrup #appetiser tonic #lackof appetite appetite tonic #bhukh badane ki dawa appetite stimulation increae hunger hunger badane ki dawa

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beeseverywhen · 2 years ago

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Just invented a new food. Was making some porridge and ran out of milk and watery porridge seemed like something I wouldn't eat so I added some fruit smoothie that was in the fridge

#added frozen blueberries to make it seem a bit more appetising #still didn't seem like something i really wanted to eat so added some maple syrup #it's OK i guess

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koolaidoverwriting · 6 months ago

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GENERAL HEADCANONS

CHARACTERS: Ticci Toby, Lyra Rogers, Connie Rogers

This post follows their life before the incident, during it and after.

CW: Childhood Abuse, Bullying, Death

TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS

From the ages eight to fifteen, Toby was homeschooled. He was removed from school in the first place due to bullies, but he came back in the fall of his Sophomore year.

Toby's skin is sunkissed — freckles speckled everywhere.

He bit off all his fingernails. To prevent him from biting his fingers more, Connie gave him gloves.

Toby liked riding his bike around the neighbourhood with his sister.

Toby was protective of Lyra. He took most of the hits from their father, even when Lyra told him not to.

His favourite season is the summer. He loves watermelons, oranges, and cold drinks (especially lemonade).

He is a foodie. He'll try anything he sees, even if it doesn't look that appetising. His favourite food is waffles — especially waffles with caramel syrup.

He's not a good artist in the slightest, but he enjoys doodling on himself with pens and markers.

Toby goes by "Ticci Toby" as a way to reclaim it from his bullies and also to poke fun at them. The kid you made fun of years ago is now a serial killer. Fun how that works.

When the car crash happened, he was only sixteen years old. Lyra's death caused Toby to become less restrained and he stopped allowing people to walk over him.

Toby doesn't regret killing his father, but he does regret leaving his mother.

He received his cheek gash from the car crash. He had already bitten his cheek to a certain extent and the crash worsened it.

Toby can drive, but he prefers not to during the winter.

LYRA MEREDITH ROGERS

Lyra was three years older than Toby. Before the incident happened, she was starting college as a Marketing major.

She was a prep/y2k girly. She had a good eye for fashion and designed her own clothes in her free time.

When they were younger, Lyra would dress up Toby and do his makeup.

In highschool, Lyra took choir. She also did volleyball. Lyra was pretty and popular; she was a gifted honours kid. Despite this, she frequently argued with her mother over trivial things.

At times, she snuck out to go to places with her friends, asking Toby to cover for her.

Her favourite fruit was peaches. She had peach scented lotions and perfumes.

Lyra took a bunch of polaroid pictures. There was a scrapbook in her room filled with pictures of her, her family, and her friends.

She made attempts to reason with her parents about getting a divorce, but that only grew tensions in the family. Lyra knew more than she let on in front of Toby.

When Lyra's annoyed, she likes to leave the house. Usually drives around the streets.

During the car crash, Lyra was driving very fast. She was heated at the moment, distressed because she had fought with her parents prior to driving. Toby told her to slow down, but she didn't listen.

If Lyra hadn't died, she would work at a business firm and sell her fashion designs as a side job.

CONNIE PAULA ROGERS

Connie is a loving, yet strict mom. All her life, she's wanted to protect her children.

Her relationship with Frank (her husband), was tense ever since Lyra was born.

Seeing too much of herself in Lyra, Connie was especially hard on her. Once Toby came around, she grew softer — especially because Frank started drinking more.

Connie loves cats. The family had a black cat named "Molly" before Connie, Toby, and Lyra agreed the cat would be safer away from Frank.

She likes iced tea — the homemade kinds only. Also, she's somewhat of an almond mom and eats very healthy.

She tries to make the most of what she has with her family. But due to her depression, she can be quite moody and act out without much thought. Connie does make up for it, unlike her husband.

Her last interaction with Lyra was a heated argument between Lyra, Connie and Frank over their future. Lyra stormed out of the house with Toby. Connie, enraged, didn't chase after them.

Connie feels guilty about it. She wishes she could have told both of them that she loved them before they left.

When Frank dies and Toby disappears, Connie lives alone.

She gets into therapy, adopts a few cats, and tries to tough it out. Connie has a support group — her co-worker friends and kind neighbours.

Connie misses her children everyday and regularly checks the news for any signs of Toby out there.

!!! my first headcanon post on here! i really wanted to speak on the rogers family because i haven't done anything with them yet. frank is not included because he's frank and i hate him.

#ueueueue #ticci toby #tobias erin rogers #lyra rogers #connie rogers #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #tobias rogers

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overstuffd · 4 months ago

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mmmm thinkling about being a hacker who sees a perfect target while tapping through unsecured webcams one day.

cute, curvy, a small belly peeking out from under her shirt. she doesn't know anyone's watching as she idly snacks on the open bag of chips on her desk. I decide to see how little prodding it takes for her to give in to indulging her every whim.

i start off by subtly influencing her social media feeds. delicious food and porn, side by side and one right after the other. she might notice something seems different, but the porn is welcome considering the selection of toys i had amazon 'misdeliver' to her house have been getting a lot of use.

once she's started associating her newly increased orgasm rate with food, it's time to start upping the portions. she gets her groceries delivered, so it's easy to make a few substitutions and editions. Extra-thick, honey sweetened yoghurt instead of her normal low fat brand. Her favourite diet soda was 'sold out' but luckily she's well stocked in the full sugar version.

she's sure she didn't add these bags of chips to the order, or this box of donuts, but the delivery guy shrugs and says they're free so it would be silly to throw them out.

i make sure the first thing she sees when she turns on her phone in the morning is something to turn her on and something to get her stomach rumbling. hot pancakes, oozing syrup. a plate stacked with greasy bacon and eggs with a mountain of fried potatoes. some upscale bakery showing off their latest cream stuffed pastries.

at this point i'll be tracking every like, every video she lingers on just a bit too long to know exactly what she'll be unable to resist. and it's such a coincidence that a coupon for that exact bakery appeared in her inbox just as she was looking at them. it's such a good deal, and it expires today, so it would be a shame not try all of the ones she's had her eye on.

doubling her order as it comes through is a simple, explainable glitch. still, most of these pastries won't be good tomorrow, so she might as well try all of them, it's not like she has to finish them all.

later that night, as she goes back to the fridge for the fourth time, she scoops the last blob of frosting up with a scrap of pastry and sighs. she's definitely getting a little softer around the middle, but she can't worry about that now - she's just found out she's lost her job by email. she's so lucky though, because later that day she gets offered a spot on a medical weed trial she can't even remember applying for. a few well placed changes on my part and she's getting paid to smoke up every day at home, fresh flower and vape carts carefully delivered every week.

the 'study' pays well, so why shouldn't she get most of her food delivered? she's too stoned to move most of the day anyway, and she has such good luck with ordering in lately, every restaurant seems to be throwing in free extra desserts and appetisers every time she orders.

that night, her large meat feast pizza (already more than she used to order) comes with garlic bread, wings, curly fries, soda and icecream and fist sized tubs of creamy sauces. you try and ask the delivery boy a question but he mumbles something about a promotion, and what, is she going to say no to free food?

as she sits down, she barely notices as i set the youtube on her tv to start a playlist of cute girls trying different fast food places, giggling as they took huge bites of rich, calorific foods.

the strain i picked out for her has already got her hungry and horny, so she flops down on the couch in her sweatpants and t-shirt. this shirt used to be loose on her, but it's definitely stretching tighter across her tits and slightly bulging stomach. she barely notices though, grabbing a slice of pizza and chugging soda straight from the bottle as her already hazy mind gets softer. she doesn't realise she's finishing what should be a meal for a family of four until most of it's gone.

her stomach feels uncomfortably tight, straining against the waistband of her now-tight sweatpants. she pulls the band down and her stomach springs out, angry red marks showing where it had bitten into her soft flesh.

my conditioning has been working, and she doesn't know why, but the feeling of her being so stuffed makes her pussy ache, and she slides a hand into her pants to find herself dripping wet. she starts playing with herself as she finishes the lst slice of pizza, forces a few more fries into her heavy gut. the more she eats, the better her fingers feel on her clit, her flabby brain well trained at this point to associate food with sex, being stuffed full with cumming what was left of her brains out.

she's on the edge now, but she's finished the food and even though her stomach is straining and sensitive she can't make herself finish without something to eat at the same time.

she's lucky she forgot to put the icecream in the freezer. she pulls the melted tub towards herself, too pinned under the weight of her bloated stomach to even lean over for it. the thick mix of cream, sugar, chocolate and caramel pour down her throat as she slowly begins to chug the mixture. her free hand is back between her legs, frantically fucking her needy pussy as her belly stretches beyond what she thought she handle. as the last of the icecream drips down her throat she cums, harder than she thinks she's ever come before.

she slumps back, too happy to care that she's surrounded by greasy pizza boxes and that there's melted icream smeared across her tits.

watching through her webcam, i'm already planning all the fun deliveries she's going to be getting in the next fes days.

#wg fiction #wg story #stuffing #wg kink #feeder kink #dom feeder #secret feeder #my words #feeding kink #stuffd posts

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envihellbender · 4 months ago

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DBD killers’ favourite food… including nonhuman killers like Dredge and HUX

The Wraith: Phillip doesn’t have many coherent, happy memories from his childhood, but the one he does have is when his older brother and him would hang around a local pub where their dad drank. The bartender who knew their parents would take pity on them and got the check to cook them up some of his famous nkwobi (which is made of cuts from cows feet, potash, nutmeg, utazi leaves, pepper, onions, etc.) It’s one of the few times in his childhood where he didn’t have anything else eating away at him, where he was happy.

The Legion:

Frank avoided going home as much as he physically could, so he mostly got food from street food vendors and fast food chains. His particular favourite was poutine (chips, cheese curds, gravy) and he would wolf it down whenever he got a chance.

Jules’ was always partial to a butter tart ever since they were a small child, they hate to admit it but their mom made the best butter tarts they ever tasted. They’d bitterly say that was the only good part of being a doormat housewife, having amazing cooking.

Joe’s is Hawaiian pizza, his mom couldn’t afford to get them takeout very often, limiting it to twice a month. Normally it was something cheap and not very appetising so it wasn’t much to look forward to. When it was Joe’s birthday however that was when he actually got to have pizza. Hawaiian pizza was his favourite and when he actually got a job of his own he bought it for himself at least once a week.

Susie used to go visit her grandparents in Nova Scotia once a year, they sucked about as much as her parents did - after all her abusive dad and creepy uncle were their two boys who could do no wrong. However, when she’d sneak out of the house she’d go hang out at a long kebab shop with her sketch book and have the best donairs she’d ever tasted. It actually became one of her favourite things to do, and she couldn’t wait to take the rest of Legion on a road trip there just to try them.

The Pig: Amanda’s mom was a waitress at a diner in town, so after school every day she’d sit there with a stack of Goosebumps and Point Horror books from the library and read. Of course, she couldn’t go hungry until her mom got off work so the manager gave her free milkshakes and the best food the diner did: pancakes. Amanda inhaled them, she was dangerously skinny even then and her mom’s breath told the manager why. Plus, there was nothing Amanda loved more than pancakes. Chocolate pancakes, blueberry pancakes, bacon and maple syrup pancakes… As long as it was on a pancake she was happy.

The Ghostface: Jed didn’t have any loyalty to any particular newspaper in his reporter days. The only one he particularly liked working for was the Roseville Gazette because the headquarters had this deli opposite that made the best Cuban sandwiches he had ever tasted. He basically lived off of street food and takeout, the wrappers permanently covering the floor of his car.

Dredge: the way adrenaline and cortisol soaked the stomach and mixed with the acid on a victim who has particularly bad anxiety so their stomach has been marinating in it for a long time. Finding people who’ve had more severe and long lasting anxiety is like finding an old, fine wine.

Hux: It’s strange, but overtime he’s actually found himself almost longing to taste what humans can taste. He often watches the clones eat, and sometimes forces them to tell him what the food tastes like. He is particularly curious about eggs, they come in so many forms and it makes no sense to him that they’d be delicious given where they come from and how humans are so strange about that are of an animal’s body. In terms of what he is likely to actually enjoy consuming, he enjoys the oil he makes himself by caramelising human muscles.

#envi writes #dbd headcanons #dead by daylight #the wraith #the legion #the pig #the ghost face #dredge #dbd hux

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julieverne · 2 years ago

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"C'mon, I need groceries," Jane said, patting Maura's thigh as she got up.

"Oh, can I come?" Maura asked, eyes lighting up. "I've always wanted to see what a grocery store was like."

"Not if you turn it into one of your 'expeditions'," Jane groaned, grabbing her keys. "C'mon."

Maura beamed as she followed Jane, and Jane shook her head.

"High fructose corn syrup - Jane no! You can't have that."

"It's my groceries," Jane insisted. Anyone would think Maura had never been in a grocery store, trailing behind her parents, racing off to the toy aisle. Of course, she probably hadn't. People turned to watch Maura as she went by; they always did, but it was more pronounced next to fresh produce.

"Is it even ethically sourced?" Maura asked, aghast at Jane's blaise shrug. "Jane!"

"One more 'Jane!' out of you and you don't get a treat," Jane said firmly, filling her cart. She could see Maura's frown as she read ingredients, watched as Maura substituted items in her cart for things that were healthier. She sighed; it was a compromise.

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"Where's my treat?" Maura asked, putting the last bag of groceries on Jane's counter. "Also I object most strongly to the way you chose to support Nestle - they've shown themselves to be corrupt in almost every possible way from child slavery to stealing from Indigenous communities. Some of their permits expired in 1988. "

"Oh," Jane said, looking at her chocolate. She dug out the receipt; suddenly it wasn't appetising any more. Maybe she should have let Maura explain in the store.

"My treat?" Maura asked again, starting to unpack as well.

"Uh, here," Jane pulled out a ring pop. "Tada!"

"Oh." Maura's face fell a little, but she caught herself and gave Jane a beatific smile. "Thank you." Jane's stomach fell.

"Ma used to get them for us, when we went shopping, if we were good," Jane explained. "I got myself one too," she pointed out, pulling out hers. She shrugged. "Maybe I shouldn't have..."

"It's something your family used to do?" Maura asked, examining the pink candy.

"Yeah, every Saturday we'd pile in the car and go to the shops. After sport and school shopping, whatever else. And everyone would be kind of wound up and worn out from the week and Ma would always say if we were good, we could have a treat. And usually it was these, and we'd fight and swap and sit on the couch and stab each other with them while we read comics or watched cartoons or whatever we did back in the 80's. Maybe both at once." Jane shrugged again, reached for the ring.

"No, I love it," Maura said, quickly unwrapping it and sticking it in her mouth. "I love high fructose corn syrup right before dinner," she added, and Jane looked up, her eyes still worried. Maura put the candy on her finger and took Jane's hand. "It means I'm part of the family," she added.

"Hell yeah you are," Jane enthused, pulling the candy off Maura's finger. "And I didn't mean to give you that one." Maura swiped at Jane's ring pop but she held it behind her back, pulling out a small velvet box instead. "D'ya... D'ya wanna be part of the family forever?" Jane asked, her eyes still a little worried, the taste of strawberry sugar against her mouth a moment later as Maura kissed her.

"Forever," Maura agreed.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzles ficlet #rizzles fanfic

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mrsaltieri-real · 1 year ago

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His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri X OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter 3: Rejection

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, talks of Dahlia dying, mentions of stabbing and scarring, Mickey being an asshole, smut, p in v, jealousy, angst

Chapter 3! It isn’t as long as I initially planned but it just ended at the perfect spot I didn’t feel the need to drag it out any further. God I love this series so much it’s ridiculous but I’m really going to be putting poor Dahlia through it. Thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for editing and beta reading this once again! My fucking star!

God, what the fuck was wrong with me?

I stood a foot or so away from the door, many people chatting and drinking away cheerfully around me in a haze of noise and blurred figures as I remained hesitating. How long have I been here? A minute? Five minutes? An hour? Time seemed to have no meaning as I listened to the bouncing music coming from inside Sid and Hallie’s dorm room, the loud laughter and shouting.

It was all uncomfortably familiar.

Suddenly the door swung open and out stumbled Hallie, evidently already plastered, who grinned eagerly when she saw me.

Hands out she exclaims with a smile, “Dahlia! You came! Randy owes me twenty bucks.”

I was immediately engulfed in a warm embrace by Hallie the minute I walked into her dorm room, unable to stop my body from automatically tensing defensively. I consciously knew she wouldn’t hurt me, but my subconscious was immediately put in self preservation mode. Hallie seemed too drunk to notice as she pulled back, an even bigger smile on her face.

“Come in, have a drink!” Hallie finally released me after what felt like an eternity and I smiled half-heartedly at her. I definitely needed a drink if I was going to get through tonight.

I hadn’t been to a party since Stu’s in Woodsbro the night everything changed. In that moment glancing at all the unfamiliar faces I felt painfully aware of that fact, half expecting some jackass in a Ghostface costume to leap out at me no matter how ridiculous that may sound.

Hallie had wandered off to greet more guests, leaving me alone to make a beeline toward the large table full of drinks, eyes scanning the array of booze for whichever would get me drunk the fastest.

“Look who actually turned up.”

I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. I hadn’t even been here two minutes and he’d already found me. I refused to turn and look at him, lifting a red solo cup from the stack and tapping the tops of the bottles for something that sounded at least appetising.

“May I?” His voice floods my ears and I suppress the urge to sigh. This time I did look up at him with a slightly raised brow. “You the connoisseur of cheap booze?”

Mickey laughed a little, shaking his head at me before replying, “I just have an idea of what people like. See,” My eyes followed his finger that now pointed over to Randy, who was sitting chatting to a group of people with his drink gripped in one hand as he waved his other hand around in manic gestures clearly in a deep discussion, “I made Randy a Gimlet.”

“What the fucks a Gimlet?” I muttered, toying with the cup in my hands.

Mickey laughed again, dropping his hand and looking back at me before explaining, “Simple syrup, lime juice and gin shaken over ice. He can’t handle his booze but likes to make it look like he can so it’s pretty perfect for him. Sidney-“ His eyes flickered over to where Sid was standing in the corner with Derek, laughing at something he said, “- Whiskey sour, of course. She’s complex.” I nodded my head, somehow that made perfect sense for her.

“Okay, what about Hallie?” I asked, squinting my eyes to try and make out what she had in her hand as she stood chatting to a few girls. I loosely registered the smell of rum and lime on her breath before her unwelcome embrace.

He made a move of his hand towards her direction as he said, “Hal? I made her an AMF.”

Eyebrows pinched together as I questioned him curiously, “AMF?”

“Adios Motherfucker.” He smiled slightly as he leaned closer.

I couldn’t help but smile back. That was somehow absolutely perfect for her even without context.

“And Derek?” I asked, nodding over in his direction.

“Are you kidding? Beer. He’s a frat bro, you think he’s gonna let me make him a fucking cocktail?” Mickey rolled his eyes, lifting his drink to his lips. It was hard to look away as he took a sip, his tongue darting out and licking the leftover liquid from his lips. I couldn’t help but ask, “And you? What have you got?”

He offered his drink to me and I hesitated for a moment. A soft laugh before he said flatly, “I haven’t got the fucking herp, Dahl.”

I felt my cheeks heat up at his nickname, quickly taking his drink so I could hide my face in it only to be taken by surprise at the overwhelming but delicious taste and aroma of mint, “A Mojito?”

“You look surprised. What, a man can’t enjoy a cocktail?” His hand rose to his chest in mock offence and I couldn’t help but smile again, handing him his cup back.

“You think you can make me one then?” I asked curiously before pressing on further, “You hardly know me.”

He sounded confident as he asserted, “I’m intuitive, I’m sure I can work out what you like even with our limited interaction. Unless of course you want me to get to know you better first?”

Was he flirting with me?

I looked at him blankly for a second before diverting my eyes down. He didn’t miss a beat, immediately changing the subject back to the drink, “You know what a Paloma is?” As he spoke, he took the cup from my hands, his warm fingers touching mine for just a second making my hand jolt back, an action he seemingly chose to ignore, “Tequila, lime juice, grapefruit soda,” With every ingredient he listened he free poured them into the cup until the drink was prepared, handing it to me with a flourish, “Can't exactly salt the rim but here.”

I took the drink from his hand, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a small sip, only to be surprised at how delicious it was.

“Wow.” I mumbled, taking a larger sip.

“Easy,” He chuckled, moving to make himself another drink, “I’m already gonna have to end up carrying Randy to bed. I don't want to have to carry you too.”

I paused for a second before forcing myself to look up at him and meet his eyes, asking with sudden bold curiosity, “What did you mean earlier?”

He looked genuinely surprised at my question, his hands pausing over the bottles as he glanced at me before asking, “What?“

I explained, “Earlier today, you said I’m not going to be able to stay away from you. What did you mean?”

He was quiet for a moment, returning to assemble his drink before walking to the free couch next to the table, raising his hand to the side for me to sit beside him to which I did so.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, just that we’re in the same social circle. I admit to being an ass when we first met, so I do apologise for that. It was just… interesting to meet you.”

I didn’t miss the emphasis he put on the word “Interesting.” It made me pause, eyeing him suspiciously. He wasn’t looking at me, his eyes set into the corner of the room as though I wasn’t even there. “What do you mean interesting?”

He blinked, drink rising up to his lips again as I waited impatiently for his reply only to wish I never asked, “Not everyday I meet someone like you.” He responded simply with a subtle curve of his lips.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

Mickey leaned back on the couch, hand resting on his knee as he turned his head to look at me, eyes doing that stupid once over on me that I was growing to hate. Then he said it. “Someone who's supposed to be dead.”

My mouth fell open with a plop at how candidly he said it, staring at him in disbelief. Just when I thought he could be sweet.

“I’m sorry, supposed to be dead? The fact I fucking died is interesting to you?“ I snapped, the alcohol making me bolder than I usually would be.

Or was it the alcohol? Or was it yet again Mickey somehow awakening the parts of me I thought would never see the light of day again? The anger bubbling in my stomach was distantly familiar and honestly, it felt really fucking good.

Mickey groaned, head falling back against the back of the couch. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. Fucking hell you’re so sensitive Dahl. Bit of a lightweight, no?”

“Dahlia.” I wanted to shout at him, not appreciating the new nickname he seemed to have branded me with.

“Jesus, fine. Dahlia.” He said my name dripping with sarcasm before he quickly finished his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before continuing, “You’ve gotta stop being so damn oversensitive about shit. Your little broken bird act is kind of getting old to be honest.”

“Oh God, Mickey! I’m so sorry that I’m not living up to your fucking expectations. What do you want from me? Your fascination with the fact I died is really fucking creepy.” I couldn’t help but spit the words out at him. I was only slightly aware that people were beginning to look at us but for once, I didn’t care. I knew he was just trying to get a rise out of me and fuck, it was working.

“Oh, come on.” He laughed, a real laugh, raising his palms up, “You walk around campus like a ghost, you hardly speak to anybody except Sid and Randy, why?”

What was the use in trying to argue with this guy? I sighed, slouching back on the couch and closing my eyes, anger lessening, something more akin to sadness overtakes while I answered him, “They’re the only ones who understand.” I said quietly.

I felt him move to sit back next to me, feeling his eyes on my face although I refused to open them. He stayed quiet for once, waiting for me to continue.

“I don’t like you but I’ll be honest with you-“ I heard him let out a stifled laugh before I continued, “- I’m assuming you know Billy Loomis was Sidney’s boyfriend. Well, it’s lesser known who his accomplice was to me. We don’t share a last name and hell, we look absolutely nothing alike, but Stu Macher was my cousin. I loved him like a brother so when he just stood by and watched that stupid asshole drive a knife into my stomach-“ My fingers automatically touched the healed over wound over the material of my shirt and I winced, not in pain but at the memory before I continued, “- And I died, I’m pretty sure the part where I can… Feel went with me.”

Mickey was silent as he intently listened to me speak before I felt his hand clasp over mine that was still tracing my scar through my shirt, making my eyes snap open and look at him as I asked him in an undeniably self conscious tone, “What?”

“Nothing, I just think that’s the most I’ve heard you talk since I’ve known you.”

His face was close to mine, slightly tilted back as his head rested on the cushions behind him and mine did the same.

Now this feeling was new.

I saw his eyes drop to my lips for a brief moment before looking back into mine. Did I want this? Did I want him?

My mind started to race and my heart began to thud unsteadily in my chest as I watched his tongue swipe his bottom lip as he leaned forward. I could feel the pulse in my ears as I froze in place, unable to make my body move.

Fight or flight, fight or flight?

In a second, I made a decision.

I shot to my feet, dropping my empty cup to the floor and stumbling back a little, my eyes wide and his shown surprise. For the first time I saw a flash of an emotion that wasn’t sarcastic or pissed but I couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was.

“Dahlia?” He asked, looking slightly concerned.

“You can’t just do that!” I hissed, hands shaking a little as my eyes flickered around my surroundings. Thank God, nobody was looking.

He leaned forward, his posture significantly less relaxed as he questioned, “Jesus, do what?”

You rushed out, “Lean forward and try to… Kiss me like that!”

Mickey looked at me blankly for a moment before his head fell back and he let out a loud, obnoxious laugh before managing to get out, “Are you fucking kidding me? You thought I was trying to kiss you? We were just having a conversation, Dahlia. How self involved are you?”

Of course, I know now Mickey isn’t used to not getting what he wants. He had grown accustomed to girls tripping over themselves to fuck him and the fact I didn’t, the fact I went out of my way to get away from him? He hates it. I could tell in that moment with the way he laughed but his eyes were blazing that he had an edge to him. I suppose that should’ve been one of many red flags.

Instead I scoffed at him, grabbing a random bottle of booze from the table before stalking off to go drink in peace.

I settled down on a chair in what I guess was supposed to be the communal living room, crossing my legs and eagerly knocking back the rum in my hand straight from the bottle.

“Jesus, Dahlia.”

I glanced up and saw a tipsy Randy flop down beside me, his drink spilling over the side of his cup as he did so but he didn’t seem to notice, eyes on me as he spoke, “Going hard, huh? What’s up?”

“Mickey.” I muttered simply.

“Ah.” Randy was quiet for a moment, looking at me thoughtfully.

Randy and I had what you would call and sandbox friendship. We met in kindergarten when he’d attempted to snatch a toy from my hand and I’d smacked him over the head with it in retaliation. I can’t really remember what led to it, but after that we became inseparable. We got “married” at recess with Sid and Tatum officiating but it was just childish fun and games. I of course loved him, but it was never romantic in any way.

During my time in the hospital, he visited every single day. During this time I wasn’t talking much so we just watched movies until visiting hours were up, he’d go home and then come back the next day to do it all over again. Never horror. He knew me well enough to know that after everything with Billy and Stu, for me at least real life was scary enough.

“Is he giving you a hard time?” Randy asked, rolling his head to look at me, he said in a more serious tone, “Ignore him, okay? Mickey can be an ass.”

“Oh, I know.” I muttered, bringing the bottle to my lips once more, “Such a fucking ass.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Randy’s eyebrows shoot up and I sighed, “What?”

He shrugged, “Nothing. It’s just I haven’t heard you speak with venom like that in… Fuck, forever. It’s disconcerting.”

I looked at Randy, a deep frown on my face as I asked, “What do you mean?”

“No, I don’t mean anything by it. I don’t know what Mickey did or said but I’ve gotta say, he really brings the fire out in you, you know?”

I dropped my eyes to the bottle in my hand, fingernails tapping lightly on the glass. I knew Randy was right. Whenever I was around Mickey he just revived me somehow. As annoying and infuriatingly difficult he was, there was no way I could dispute that fact.

In the space of a month I’d felt more irritation and fire than I’d probably felt in my entire life. Honestly, I never thought I’d feel anything again.

What was it about him?

I lifted my head as I heard footsteps approaching Randy and I and looked up to see Sidney hastily walking over to us.

“Dahlia, Mickey’s looking for you. He’s in my room, said he wanted to find you to apologise or something?” She shrugged a little, hand waving down the hall and toward hers and Hallie’s shared room.

I frowned, my grip on the bottle tightening which Randy seemed to notice as he asked, “You want me to come with?”

“No, no.” I mumbled, starting to stand up before the room spun a little. I blinked, feeling myself fall back on the couch and Randy quickly gripped my arm with a small, nervous laugh. “How much of that have you had?”

I shook my head as I mumbled, “I’m fine.”

Sidney looked at me, soulful brown eyes doubtful. “We all know you’re a lightweight Dahlia. Maybe Randy and I should take you back to your dorm.”

“I’m okay, honest.” In truth, I really just wanted to hear Mickey apologise to me. Who knew he was capable? “What number is your dorm?”

Sidney told me her dorm room number and I felt both her and Randy watching me cautiously as I slowly walked away, trying my best to walk in a straight line. Fuck, I really was a lightweight. Was it down to Mickey’s strong ass cocktail or the straight rum? Probably the straight rum.

My hands both rested on the walls as I walked down the corridor, eyes blurring as I blinked unseeingly at the number of the doors until I found Sidney’s.

I heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door and infringed a little, hand hesitating on the door knob. Even hammered, something felt off. I didn’t know Mickey that well, but I did know he wasn’t one to apologise.

Fuck it.

I turned the door handle and pushed the door open, eyes widening and mouth falling open and the sight before me.

A blonde girl was lying face down, ass up on what I assumed to be Sidney’s bed without a stitch of clothing on her. She was gasping and moaning into the mattress beneath her, and who else would be behind her? Mickey.

He had her arms behind her back, one of his hands circling her wrists and the other gripping her hip, pulling her back as he thrusted into her. His head was back, groaning softly before it fell forward and he released her wrists, moving his hand up her back until it found her hair and twisting it around his fist, yanking it back so she was sat up, her head leaning on his shoulder as she gasped out, “Oh my fucking God Mickey, please don’t stop!“ with her eyes screwed up tight and her chest heaving. I saw her face and for some reason it seemed to bother me to see how attractive the girl was.

His eyes opened and met mine from over her shoulder, quickly roaming over my stunned form before he smiled.

He fucking smiled, a sick and almost depraved smile directly at me, a slight upturn of his shoulders before he mouthed, “Fuck you” to me as he pushed the writhing, moaning girl down on her stomach. His fingers kneeding the soft flesh of her ass as he continued fucking her, his eyes now never leaving mine as I remained frozen at the door.

Walk away, walk away! Why the fuck are you stood watching this shit?

The voice in my head was screaming at me until she was finally loud enough for me to listen. I turned on my heel, quickly slamming the door behind me.

What the fuck?

Why would he tell Sid he wanted to apologise to me if he was busy fucking some slut in her bed? Why would he want me to see that?

I was clearly drunk because I could feel tears burning my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if they were out of anger or something else. I shook out my head, hands coming up to tap on my cheeks lightly in an attempt to snap myself out of it as I heard Mickey let out another loud laugh and the girl let out an even louder cry of what I could only assume to be pleasure.

Guess this is how he acts when he gets rejected.

What a fucking asshole.

Chapter Four HERE

#here’s chapter 3 #I dare say it’s the best one yet #really fucking proud of this tbh #mickey remains an asshole #but i love him #and so does Dahlia she just doesn’t know it yet #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x dahlia levine #scream #scream 2 #dahlia levine #mickey altieri x oc!character #slasher #mickey altieri smut #his perfect victim

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Classic Ways to Drink Gin

Written by: Mikayla Newman Made of antioxidant-loaded berries, you probably should probably think about stashing some bottles of Christian Drouin Gin in your liquor cabinet. Gin has been a popular spirit since the 17th century because it can suit a wide array of the flavour profile. It’s a favourite drink during warmer months, but if you don’t like to drink it straight, here are some classic mixes to try:

Classic Gin Martini

These days, any beverage in a cocktail glass can be referred to as a “martini”. However, a real martini requires gin. The beauty of classic gin martini comes from its simplicity: mix gin and dry vermouth. Best stirred, but the proportions are up to you. You may want to try the Vesper Martini. The classic gin martini is the base of many other mixes and is regarded as the standard for a fine drinking experience.

Negroni

If you’re looking for a refreshing dinner cocktail, aim for a Negroni. This cocktail can be made using gin, Campari, and sweet vermouth—all of which are aperitifs. “The Negroni is considered an acquired taste because Campari is noted for its bitter taste profile. Once you get around it, you will realise that only a few drinks work with meals. It can also be paired with various food, but Italian cuisine is the best match.”, states Shane Perry, Max Funding’s senior financial analyst. Perry travels a lot for business and has observed that Negroni is a favourite appetiser in many places. Try our Prohibition Negroni today!

Hanky Panky

There are no foolin’ around with this sweet martini. Believed to have been invented in Savoy Hotel by Ada Coleman, this dinner-worthy drink is popular among people who prefer their glasses a bit saccharine. Hanky Panky is made using gin, sweet vermouth, and Fernet-Branca, an Italian herbal liquor.

New Orleans Fizz

Speaking of icons! The New Orleans Fizz (also known as “Ramos Gin”) is the best-known member of the fizz family. The preparation of this cocktail can be challenging for beginners, but the result is totally worth it. You need gin (perhaps The Doctor from Tiny Bear?), lemon juice, lime juice, cream, syrup, fleurs d'orange, and egg white. The egg white is required to achieve the desired creaminess and bring all flavour together for a delicious mix. The first shake should be dry so that all ingredients mix well. Then, fill the shaker with ice and shake it harder for a silkier drink.

Singapore Sling

The Singapore Sling has enchanted many by its complex flavour and intriguing history. There’s a lot of debate about its origin, and numerous versions have been made over 100 years. But each version always includes gin, citrus, soda, and cherry brandy. The mix is red and is served over ice. The best thing to do is to explore various recipes until you find the best for you. Spirits of France is dedicated to finding the spirits, aperitifs, and liqueurs that can give you the most ethereal drinking experience. Visit us now to find non-commercial, artisanal, and beautifully authentic drinks. Written by: Mikayla Newman for Spirits of France

#drink-gin #buy-gin

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mattohonbung · 1 year ago

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himalayan wild yak

🇳🇵 nepali

📍 brambleton town center, ashburn, virginia

📅 dinner; July 2023. 1st time

😋 overall: the centering of yak on their menu makes this nepali restaurant stand out. they don't fuck around with their spice combos!!! everything we tried had complex, interesting flavors that made me want to keep eating (except for the desserts, which were mid). I'd come back to try literally everything else on their menu

more food pix + detailed review under the cut!

🍹 mango lassi - tasted slightly more yogurt-y than mango-y, but a strong-enough mango flavor that I didn't complain upon 1st sip. I wouldn't mind getting it again

🍸 cocktail that I forgot the name of - they didn't put much alcohol in this but I forgive them because this was a delicious drink. i'd get it again!

🍹 zero-proof cocktail that had citrus in it - in love with this flavor combo. this was tangier than it was sweet in a way that made every sip interesting. i'd definitely get it again!

🥩 grilled yak (medium rare) - what a delicious cross-section. I can tell that yak is a tough meat, but the sous vide worked to make it tender. they seasoned this meat simply but effectively; it was a tasty bite. just 1 bite. lol between 5 ppl this appetiser portion was gone way too quickly!!

I would get the entree portion next time lmao

🥟 steamed buffalo momo - honestly I don't remember much about this dish but both the momo and the accompanying sauce were delicious. I don't remember the buffalo having a distinct taste tho 🤔 I was kinda afraid that the buffalo would be tough but then again it's steamed meat.

I'd get it again! I love dumplings lol I wanna try their veg ones next

🍛 spicy pork curry - man we fucked around and found out. this dish (labeled VERY SPICY tbf) HURT to eat a few bites in 🥵🥵🥵 I forgot the texture of the pork but I know it wasn't dry. I kept going back to the sauce even though it was spicy as hell (I felt like a masochist)

I wouldn't get this again cos i couldn't take the heat 😭 like you know when a dish is so spicy that you have trouble focusing on the actual flavors? and then the spiciness lingers in your mouth for a LONG TIME even when you eat other dishes? 😭😭😭

🐐🍚 [in the 1st photo] bone-in goat biryani - they are LYING when they say that it's for 2 because it easily fed our table of 5!!!!! they brought out a whole pot and mixed it right in front of us!!! i looooved the bits of burnt rice. the goat wasn't tough, the spice level was bearable (compared to the pork curry at least lmao), and the spices themselves were wonderfully warming in my mouth. we had like 1.5 portions of this as leftovers

I want this again but also I don't because I wanna try everything else on the menu and my stomach real estate is scarce 😔 what a dilemma

🧄🫓 [in the 1st photo] garlic naan - I'm conflicted whether or not i'd consider this dish as having a reasonable portion cos the slices were a good size but each piece was pretty thin. I definitely wanted more after my piece was gone 😆 the garlic was fragrant but I feel like they could've been heavier with it (but also i'm the type who puts 4x the recommended amount of garlic in recipes).

i'm a sucker for garlic naan. I'd get it again!

🍡 gulab jamun - lots of gulab jamun end up being a chore to eat because they're so soaked with their sugar syrup that they're overwhelmingly sweet. that wasn't the case with this dish tho (maybe that was also accomplished by using honey rather than sugar). as for the yogurt- I feel like it didn't add much to the dish other than being a light element to counteract the heaviness of gulab jamun.

I wouldn't get this again tho like it's not that interesting

🍮 kheer - this is prob the most fragrant rice pudding i've ever had. it's kinda lacking in the taste department tho 😔 slightly sour, in a good way, but not much else going on. it was refreshing to eat after the spicy entrees

I wouldn't get it again. this dessert also wasn't that interesting

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💲 price: we were definitely very full! I was surprised by how affordable the food was- each entree was less than $20 and each dessert was $4-5. considering that it's is like 1 of the only restaurants in the DMV that spotlights yak, they offered it at a much cheaper price point than I expected.

��️ other notes: this restaurant is COLD AF 🥶 also their space is so huge; I appreciated that they spread out their tables. land is cheap out there in ashburn I guess

#nepali #brambleton #ashburn #virginia #dinner

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saiyanandproud · 2 years ago

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☕ I'm just curious about Mariko in this setting to be honest, you don't have to actually use my boys and girl ^^

Send me an AU verse for a drabble with Mariko and your muse based on it (mutuals only)

"Oh! You two again!"

Mariko leaned over the counter to smile at the clients. It was an odd duo that kept coming to the cafe in those last days, and they couldn't be more different.

One boy was tall, muscular, with dark skin and black hair cut in a mohawk style; he almost looked scary with that perpetual frown he wore, but the whole look was softened by a pair of large ears and a constant awkward expression -- he barely ever looked at her and mostly nodded as a reply. His friend, on the other hand, seemed to have all the confidence the first guy lacked compacted in his short stature; and just as strikingly dissimilar were his skin, so pale it was almost white, and his eyes, thin and sharp and always lit with a cunning smile.

"Us two again," the latter confirmed. "The usual please."

"Sure! A double chocolate mocha with a pump of caramel, Mariko special," Mariko recalled with a smile, nodding at the tall guy, "and... a mint tea," she concluded, giving the short, pale boy a disappointed look.

"Just hot water," the pale boy precised. "I prefer to infuse the tea myself."

Mariko tilted her head. "You sure you don't want to try something tastier?"

"Absolutely sure," the pale boy smiled, his long eyes narrowing further. "I'm a tea lover. It's my friend here who has... More peculiar tastes."

Mariko frowned, unable to understand why the tall boy was suddenly blushing. She shrugged and tightened the apron around her back.

"Well, no problem. You guys get your table, I'll be there with your order in a second."

She turned at the coffee machine as the two customers headed towards a small table not too far away. The short boy waved at a pretty woman with white hair busy reading on a couch nearby, and she replied with a gentle squeeze of her lids and a smile.

Mariko bonked the filter on the sink to get ready of the old coffee powder and filled it to the brim with some fresh one. She stuck it in position and turned the machine on, putting a mug under the dispenser. She turned to pick a jar and a bottle of syrup from the shelf, then grabbed the jug with the milk and steamed it. She chocked a curse when the foam overpoured on her hand, burning it.

Once the machine finished dripping the last bit of cofee in the mug, she added the milk, then two -- no, three, better, four, those were loyal customers! -- spoonfuls of chocolate powder, and a couple of pumps of caramel syrup. She filled another cup with hot water, put a teabag next to it, and arranged both on a tray before heading to the table where the two boys were sitting.

"There you go," she grinned, "the double chocolate mocha... And the tea," she concluded, twisting her nose in a disapproving frown as she put the last cup down.

"Efficient and quick," the short boy smiled.

Yet, Mariko wasn't sure if she had imagined his thin eyes darting at the mocha, where the foam of the milk had already disappeared, revealing a not so appetising greyish liquid underneath. Damn it, she always forgot to slam the jug on the counter to get rid of the air bubbles. When she realised even the tall boy was staring at it with a hesitant look, her cheeks warmed up for the embarrassment.

"Well, enjoy," she was quick to say, turning on her heels and heading back behind the counter.

The owner of the cafe, a tall, burly bald man with thin moustaches, had just appeared from the back of the shop; Mariko saw him grinning and nodding at the white-haired woman before noticing the two boys she had just served.

"Huh," he muttered. "Those two again?"

"Yep." Mariko grabbed a cloth and started wiping the machine before he could notice the milk she had spilled.

The owner let out a thoughtful murmur, then grinned. "I'm not sure the tall one is coming here for the coffee, though."

Mariko halted; she turned at the owner with a quirked brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well," the owner chuckled, "maybe you should check the jars you take before preparing your 'Mariko special', kid."

He patted her shoulder and left to take the white-haired woman's order. Mariko followed him with her look, confused, then lowered her eyes on the counter. That was when she realised what he meant: the powder she had just used wasn't chocolate. It was pepper.

And yet, she realised with a mortified groan as she looked back up, the tall boy was sipping on it, nose runny and reddened eyes filled with tears. In front of him, his friend was slapping his thigh, doing his best not to choke on his tea from the laughters.

#AU drabbles #(thought Cordion would be the creative mastermind)#(but nope. Enjoy Mariko's specials instead)

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ilikethequiet · 2 years ago

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Waffle House (A Star Trek: Picard fic)

Title: Waffle House

Summary: The crew of the U.S.S. Titan favour the moody atmosphere of Ten-Foward, meanwhile, their Captain prefers somewhere else. Rating: G Paring: Seven/Shaw

Author’s Note: I posted this to AO3 last night, and I forgot to post it here, meep. Welcome to me being unhinged and needing to write something while I research another fic

While the young crew of the U.S.S. Titan favoured the moody atmosphere of Ten-Foward, a bar on Earth located near the Starfleet Academy, Captain Shaw's go-to was somewhere Seven hadn't been expecting, a diner of some description. She made her way inside to see her Captain reading reports while a fresh cup of coffee sat next to him on the table. Seven watched him for a moment, this place seemed to be his natural environment and she was immediately curious as to its origins.

"Commander, I can feel your eyes boring into me. Take a seat."

Seven shrugged and sat down across from him, taking in their surroundings. The place was full of random holograms who looked like they had stopped in on their way to work; they were talking, eating breakfast, and some even doing crosswords.

"Well, aren't you gorgeous?" A perky waitress in her 40s with long dark hair approached the table. "Liam, who's your friend?"

Shaw regarded the woman fondly. "Sadie, Commander Hansen."

"Seven, please." She didn't seem like a normal holographic representation, Seven figured she must have been based on a real-life person, an old flame perhaps? The idea made her shift uncomfortably.

"Seven, that's cute. Are you hungry? I could cook you up something."

Captain Shaw smirked. "What's your poison, Hansen? You strike me as a fruit and porridge woman." Just something about her general demeanour made him think that she liked the blandest food possible but if that was what she was looking for, she had come to the wrong place.

Seven glared at the captain, how dare he be able to get such an accurate read on her? She liked healthy food, that was all. She cleared her throat. "I'll have what he's having." Whatever it was, it was probably some earth delicacy, not space worms or something equally as horrible.

Sadie nodded. "Coffee and waffles got it." and went back to the kitchen to prepare it.

Seven looked to Shaw for an explanation, he took a sip of his coffee and lowered his voice. "Sadie, the real Sadie was a friend of my mother's. She used to own this all-night waffle house in Chicago, where I grew up. I've spent a lot of time here."

Seven noticed how Shaw’s face softened as he spoke of the place, it was one of the rare times he had seemed at peace. In the warmly lit room, he looked handsome, not that she would ever say that out loud; falling for one's C.O. was dangerous and half the time, she wasn't even sure the captain liked her.

"So did you have a reason for interrupting my breakfast or do you just enjoy my company?" Probably not the latter, Shaw thought he hadn't been as kind as he should have been to her; her connection to the Borg while minute still left him feeling uneasy around her, but Admiral Janeway insisted that they would be a good match and she wasn't a woman to be trifled with.

"We got a message from Starfleet; we're supposed to rendezvous with Admiral Baines at 1300." A diplomatic mission, hardly dangerous but important nonetheless, the way Shaw rolled his eyes told Seven that he would rather be doing absolutely anything else. She wondered why he accepted the rank of the captain if he seemed to deplore such things.

Sadie returned with a large stack of waffles and coffee, putting it down in front of her. "Here we go hon, waffles with syrup and coffee. Enjoy."

Seven stared at her plate of food, while it did look appetising, she could tell it was mostly made of sugar, how very unhealthy. She looked up to see Shaw watching her.

"It's not going to kill you, Hansen." He had been eating something similar every day of his childhood and he had turned out just fine, maybe overly sweet food messed with her internal systems? Surely not. Her unconvinced look made him take a different tactic. "Seven, please."

The use of her name was unexpected, she had been trying to get him to use it ever since she had come on board but to no avail and yet here he was pleading with her to eat with him. She smiled and shrugged, cutting into the waffle stack, and taking a bite. "Oh god." She moaned, the sweetness of the pastry combined with the syrup was overwhelming, she had never tasted anything like it.

At the moan, Shaw subconsciously sucked on his lips, that sound was entirely too enjoyable to hear just once, and over waffles no less. He wondered if he could get her to moan like that in other situations.

Seven saw some of the patrons staring and swallowed her mouthful of food. "Sorry, first time." It was true, while she had seen waffles before, she never had any desire to taste them but now? She felt like she could live off them.

Shaw laughed. "Well hell, if that's your reaction then we should make this a permanent breakfast date."

Seven blinked. "Date, sir?"

He silently cursed himself. "You know what I mean."

Seven nodded a hint of a smile on her face. "Yes sir."

#fic: waffle house #tv: star trek picard #seven of nine #liam shaw #seven x shaw #also yes it's named after the jonas brothers song #i said i would

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doctorbhargavahomeopathy · 2 years ago

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How can I Naturally Increase my Appetite Quickly?

A lack of appetite may be unpleasant for anybody, particularly those who are underweight and attempting to acquire weight or bulk.

Utilize Water to Your Benefit:

Consume Smaller Meals More Often:

Select Meals That You Like:

Eat Nutrient-Rich Foods:

Avoid Drinking with Meals:

Get Sufficient Rest:

Getting enough rest and ensuring that you sleep properly might be the key to increasing your appetite.

Ensure that you receive adequate sleep, which is typically 7-9 hours each night for the average adult.

Stress:

Any stress is a significant strain on the body. One explanation is because stress triggers the production of the hormone epinephrine, often known as adrenaline, which temporarily suppresses appetite.

Maintain Regular Exercise:

Homeopathic Medicine for Appetite:

#appetiser syrup loss of appetite increase syrup appetite

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saisudhalawns · 2 months ago

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Delicious Wedding Food Ideas for Outdoor Venues

An outdoor summer wedding is more than simply taking advantage of the great weather; it's an opportunity to enjoy all of the fantastic benefits of summer, particularly with your meal! If you are searching for fantastic summer wedding reception meal ideas, this list can help you get started. Experiment with these ideas on your wedding lawn.

Appetisers and Hors d'oeuvres

Freshen up your wedding salad with summer favourites like strawberries, mandarin oranges, and red onions, topped with a raspberry vinaigrette. Your visitors will praise the ingredients' freshness and the summer taste explosion.

Including stir fry on your outdoor wedding menu has several advantages: fresh ingredients, excellent presentation, and customising the meal with your favourite toppings. You may also choose from significant ingredients, such as shrimp or chicken.

Main Course Options

From traditional Indian wedding food to Hindu wedding customs, ceremonial food has evolved into an intricate part of Hindu matrimony. With each step representing different prayers, such as family prosperity or health, symbolised through food consumption, you can see how these rituals are deeply intertwined with nourishment and unity. Biryani, a fragrant rice dish with meat or vegetables, is a staple at most Indian weddings and offers a harmonious blend of flavours. Paneer tikka, which features marinated and grilled cheese cubes, is another popular dish that elevates the banquet.

Desserts and Sweet Treats

The syrupy and soft When it comes to marriage sweets, gulab jamun is at the top. When consumed warm, the spongy balls of dough prepared with Khoya and cooked in saffron syrup taste like bliss.

This is a widely liked crispy dessert that works well for reception dinner parties and wedding breakfasts. When served warm, it looks as good as it tastes.

This dessert is delicious and ideal for a post-dinner snack. It may be eaten hot or cold and is made with aromatic rice or vermicelli seasoned with pistachios and almonds. However, it is completely up to your visitors how they want it. With a little gusto, it is a treat for your palate.

Beverage Ideas

With its sweet mango aroma blending with the coolness of yoghurt, mango lassi's thick, creamy texture is an opulent delight that provides a traditional but revitalising beginning to the celebrations.

Nimbu Pani's zesty tang, accentuated by a dash of salt and sugar, is the perfect combination of simplicity and comfort, providing immediate refreshment.

This sweet and tart concoction is made from raw mangoes and is well-known for relieving heat and providing a refreshing break from the summer heat on lawns for weddings.

#wedding lawn #lawns for weddings

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jheelrestaurant · 5 months ago

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Dining Experience at the Best Indian Restaurants Near Me: From Appetizers to Desserts

When it comes to dining out, finding the best Indian restaurant near me can transform an ordinary meal into an extraordinary culinary journey. From the vibrant spices in the appetisers to the rich, indulgent desserts, the best Indian restaurants offer a complete dining experience that delights the senses. In this article, we'll take you on a tour through the diverse and delicious offerings of top Indian eateries, ensuring your next visit is nothing short of exceptional.

Appetisers: A Flavorful Start

Classic Indian Starters

A great Indian meal begins with an array of appetisers that set the tone for what's to come. At the best Indian restaurants near you, expect to find classics such as samosas and pakoras. These golden, crispy treats are filled with a variety of ingredients, from spiced potatoes and peas in samosas to mixed vegetables or cheese in pakoras. These starters are perfect for sharing and are often accompanied by a selection of chutneys, including tangy tamarind and fresh mint.

Innovative Twists on Traditional Appetisers

Many top-tier Indian restaurants elevate the traditional appetiser by adding a modern twist. You might encounter dishes like tandoori prawns, marinated in a blend of spices and grilled to perfection, or stuffed mushrooms with a spicy, herby filling. These creative variations not only pay homage to classic flavours but also introduce new, exciting tastes that keep diners coming back for more.

Main Courses: A Symphony of Flavours

Signature Curries and Main Dishes

The heart of any Indian dining experience lies in its main courses. At the best Indian restaurants, you'll find a rich selection of curries, each offering a unique flavour profile. Butter chicken and lamb rogan josh are perennial favourites, known for their creamy, spiced sauces that complement perfectly cooked meats. For a vegetarian option, palak paneer and chana masala provide hearty, flavour-packed alternatives.

Regional Specialties

One of the joys of dining at top Indian restaurants is exploring regional specialties. From the aromatic biryanis of Hyderabad to the spicy curries of Kerala, these dishes showcase the diverse culinary traditions of India. Be sure to try regional delights like Goan fish curry or Rajasthani laal maas for a taste of the unique ingredients and techniques that define Indian cuisine.

Breads and Sides: The Perfect Accompaniments

Artisan Indian Breads

No Indian meal is complete without a selection of breads. The best Indian restaurants often serve a variety of freshly baked breads such as naan, roti, and paratha. Whether you prefer a buttery garlic naan or a flaky, stuffed paratha, these breads are perfect for scooping up curries and soaking up sauces. Each type of bread offers a different texture and flavour, enhancing your overall dining experience.

Flavourful Sides

In addition to breads, Indian meals are typically accompanied by a range of sides. Raita, a cooling yoghurt-based dish with cucumber and spices, helps balance the heat of spicy curries. Dal, or lentil dishes, provide a comforting, protein-rich complement to main courses. Pickles and papadams add an extra layer of flavour and crunch, making every bite a delight.

Desserts: A Sweet Finale

Traditional Indian Sweets

To end your meal on a high note, indulge in some traditional Indian desserts. Gulab jamun, deep-fried dough balls soaked in a sweet syrup, and rasgulla, soft cheese balls in a light syrup, are classics that never fail to satisfy. Kheer, a creamy rice pudding flavoured with cardamom and garnished with nuts, offers a soothing, sweet finish to your meal.

Contemporary Dessert Offerings

Many fine dining Indian restaurants are also known for their innovative desserts. You might find dishes like saffron and pistachio panna cotta or masala chai crème brûlée, which combine traditional Indian flavours with modern techniques. These contemporary desserts offer a fresh take on classic sweets, appealing to both traditionalists and adventurous eaters alike.

Dining at the best Indian restaurant near you promises a memorable experience from start to finish. Whether you’re enjoying the crispy, flavourful starters, indulging in hearty main courses, or treating yourself to delightful desserts, each dish is crafted to offer a unique and satisfying taste of India. With a diverse menu that caters to all preferences, these top Indian restaurants ensure that every meal is an exquisite journey through one of the world’s most vibrant cuisines. So, the next time you’re looking for a dining adventure, consider exploring the rich, diverse offerings of your local Indian dining gems.

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