#English Breakfast Superior

[tealovers]

Discover the Rich History and Unique Smoky Flavour of Tea Lovers' Russian Caravan Tea

Russian Caravan Tea is a unique blend of black tea with a smoky flavour that is steeped in history. The tea is made by blending oolong, keemun, and lapsang souchong teas, with some varieties also including Assam tea. The result is a dark, malty tea with flavour notes of tobacco, chocolate, firewood, charcoal, and smoke. Despite the unusual combination of flavours, Russian Caravan Tea is a comforting and satisfying beverage that tea drinkers can't get enough of. The tea's origins can be traced back to the Sino-Russian trade route in the 1600s, where camel caravans transported tea from Imperial China through Mongolia to Russia. During the journey, the tea leaves absorbed the smoky flavours of the campfires, creating a new, unique flavour that Russian tea drinkers loved. This led to the creation of Russian Caravan Tea and its popularity continues to this day.

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[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[snallavanta]

kit connor thinks peppermint tea is weird? unstanning

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 3 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

"Adele, starting today you are assigned to be a servant of Mr Demon. Get to work today!" said the Head Servant of this demon palace.

He was an older man who seemed to have a lot of experience in workforce personalization.

"You mean I work for Mr Demon? Isn't there Mr. Ed, the deputy troop commander, ready to help him?" My curiosity getting better than me.

Wasn't he already has a deputy who ready to help him, why should me too?

"Adele, you have been given a name by Mr Demon, repay him for your beautiful name." This butler seems to be saying that I don't deserve this beautiful name given to me.

Because lowly background...

And that makes me really annoyed with him.

But in the end I could only agree with the butler's words, having no choice but to swallow my resentment.

Then I was curious, why did I become his servant Mr Demon. It's true that I was given a name after the first time they met and Mr Demon greeted me when we met a few more times.

But I don't think there's anything strange about it.

Did my job change like this because of a request from Mr Demon or was this actually a ploy by the demon king.

If it was the latter, I would most likely be used as a pawn as a spy.

Because after all Mr Demon still a human. Unless he completely sides with the devil.

I'm not stupid enough to don't know that he still holds on to his human side too.

The proof is that he just kept to himself in his room, not too involved with the zero troops he led due to illness.

Whatever the demon king's cunning plans, I will not remain silent if I am used as his temporary pawn. I still have my brain to think logically to subjugate him.

But for the time being I will remain obediently a virtuous servant.

"Mr Demon, I'm Adele. I brought your breakfast." I knocked his room door, letting him know that I'm here.

"Come in!" Although be muted, his voices are still heard from outside.

Then I went in and put the food Mr Demon on the table available in his room. Not letting my eyes wander to him when he wears his shirt on top of his turtleneck.

And Mr Demon who was already wearing formal clothes, finally sat down in his chair to eat his food.

I watched him eat until he finished before I finally started to tell him,

"Mr Demon, starting today I am assigned to be your servant."

Mr Demon was surprised. He seemed to choke on his own saliva before he finally drank the water.

"You?! I thought you were just delivering food as usual."

Indeed, before today I was assigned several times to deliver food Mr Demon too. We were quite friendly in chatting about things unrelated to our status and differences.

Honestly, talking to Mr Demon made me feel again what it feels to be a human again in the midst of interactions with demons that are very annoying and discouraging for me.

Here's my relationship with the demons is not healthy for my own body and soul. I always have to be hit by anger, belittled, blows, sarcasm, death threats. I'm tired to always nonchalant about that fact.

I always have to be patient so that there is no reason for me to just die.

So talking to him really made me think that he is more friendly than the rumors that say he will kill you if you bother him even the slightest bit.

The real demon isn't any better than the rumored Demon.

To answer the question Mr Demon earlier...

"I thought so too, but I only received orders from my superiors. So I don't know the reason. "

Then he fell silent with his face wrinkled and his red eyes turned into those of a scary predator. That looks is really scary though.

But from my experience, Mr Demon will only stare intently. didn't actually try to attack me.

When I first saw those eyes I was scared to death, but now I'm used to it.

'As long as I've done nothing wrong, why should I be afraid?'

So I remained calm even though I was being stared at like that.

But the effects of being stared at for a long time like that are also dangerous, so let's shift the focus...

"After eating, do you want to visit Troop 0? Troop 0 has been waiting for your presence among them for a long time."

"Team 0..." As usual, Mr Demon always reluctant to discuss his own troops. If someone really used their brain, they will know it.

"Mr Ed has also been waiting for your arrival for a long time."

"Mr. Ed?! Why do you call him so polite. Is he not being nice to you?"

Is Mr Demon is the actual crazy? Even if he's not like the strong one in Devil's troop, he's still be one of the strongest devil in this devil palace.

"You keep joking, Mr Demon. Mr. Ed also really hates lowly devils like me. Besides, Mr. Ed is good with you because he is loyal and admires you. There's no way I could get the same treatment as Mr Demon."

"Are you... are you still experiencing hate treatment like this all the time?" His face looks not very good one. He looks very annoyed but still care for me... and that's makes me give a sorrowful smile.

"There won't be any significant changes, Mr Demon. But if I could hide behind a name Mr Demon maybe I could even scare them." I joked around to Mr Demon.

I need to change the sad topic, maybe he'll say no and i move on.

"Do it!" a spontaneous voice Mr Demon making me open my eyes to stare Mr Demon that had been speaking nonsense.

"I was just joking, Mr Demon. Please don't take my joke seriously." I tried to persuade him Mr Demon he just shook his head.

"You have to fight, Adele. Even if you consider yourself a worthless devil, you still have to fight for yourself." His face shows the fighting spirit that i should have, but i lacked that spirit.

'Maybe i don't really cut out with this world.'

"But, aren't you injured because of the effects of fighting a hero. If I involve you who are still sick in my problem..."

"I'll take care of it in time."

My mouth opened with reflexes, I found my savior in the midst of the complexity of this devil's world...

So I leaned a little closer and smiled broadly at Mr Demon and said "You said that yourself, I would like to thank you first, Mr Demon. For the inconvenience i'll brought"

I was busy thinking about the best way to use a name of Mr. Demon to get revenge on my bully until I didn't see his red face while looking at me.

To Be Continued

[cactus-cuddler]

The Witch's Throne

❀❁❀ Chapter 2

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* ˚ ✦ Word count: 2 k

* ˚ ✦ Warnings: fights

* ˚ ✦ Author's note: English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes!

The next morning, you wake to the sounds of men shouting outside your window. You rise from bed, your nightgown barely covering you, and look out to see Lady Romanoff pacing back and forth, glaring at your guards with evident contempt.

“I will not train men who have no respect for women!” she exclaims angrily as the soldiers kneel before her, clearly terrified. “As long as you continue to think with your egos, you will remain weak!” she adds. Her gaze meets yours, and noticing your partially exposed skin, you turn away, embarrassed, and decide to change into something more appropriate before addressing the situation.

You put on a simple yet elegant dress, one that conveys authority without being ostentatious. Skipping breakfast, you head straight to the garden where Natasha is still disciplining your men.

“Lady Romanoff!” you call out as you approach. The soldiers remain on their knees, their hands bound behind their backs, clearly in a state of submission.

“What’s going on?” you ask, concerned.

“I started today as you told me, and I don’t waste time,” Natasha replies firmly. “When I announced that I would be their new commander, they laughed at me and tried to undress me. I lined them up and took them down one by one.”

“We won’t do it again! We’ll show you respect!” one of the men protests, and Natasha smiles smugly.

“Stand up and show me what you can do with swords,” Natasha commands. “My queen, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” she adds. But you choose to remain, eager to witness her skills firsthand.

You remain in place, watching intently as Natasha begins to demonstrate her skills. The men, now standing, show a mix of fear and reluctance as they prepare to face off against each other.

“Remember,” Natasha instructs, her voice calm but commanding, “this isn’t just about strength. It’s about discipline and respect. If you can’t follow these basics, you won’t be fit for battle.”

The soldiers exchange nervous glances before one of them steps forward, brandishing his sword with a shaky grip. Natasha’s eyes narrow as she sizes him up.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” Natasha says, stepping into the center of the training area. The soldier hesitates, then attacks with a clumsy swing. Natasha sidesteps effortlessly, her movements fluid and precise. Within moments, she disarms him and sends him stumbling back.

“Again,” she orders, her tone brooking no argument.

The soldiers take turns facing Natasha, each one struggling to match her speed and skill. It’s clear that she is far superior, but she offers brief corrections and encouragement, determined to elevate their abilities.

“You have to hit me with the intention of killing me! Don’t have mercy because I’m a woman,” Natasha says, disarming the unfortunate man and kneeing him in the stomach. “Otherwise I might end up killing you and enjoying the scene,” she raises her sword, throwing it towards the man but she barely touches him, making a small sign. The terror in his eyes is palpable and at such a demonstration your skin becomes shed in surprise.

As the training progresses, you notice a change in the men’s demeanor. They start to focus more intently, their respect for Natasha growing with each exchange. They are clearly beginning to understand the value of her methods, even if they were initially resistant.

You watch with satisfaction as Natasha’s rigorous training begins to pay off. The men, now more disciplined, start to move with greater precision and confidence. Natasha’s dedication and skill are evident, and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride in your choice.

After the training session, you approach Natasha with a nod of approval. “Thank you, Lady Romanoff,” you say. “Your methods are already showing results.”

Natasha smiles, wiping the sweat from her brow. “It’s just the beginning, my queen. We have much work ahead of us, but I believe your men will be ready.”

You watch as the soldiers, now more disciplined, head off to their quarters. Turning back to Natasha, you offer a sincere expression of gratitude. “I appreciate your hard work and commitment. It’s exactly what we need to ensure our kingdom’s safety and strength.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Natasha replies. “I’m honored to serve.”

“Come have lunch with me,” you ask her and she hesitates for a moment.

“You already pay me enough and you also give me lodging, you don’t need to give me food either. I’ll go to a tavern to eat,” she answers you but you insist “can I come with you to the tavern? I’ve never been in there,” you ask her excitedly. Being the queen, entering places like that was never allowed to you when you were young and now that you’re a grown woman you want to take advantage of it.

Natasha looks at you curiously and agrees. However, first you have to change. Natasha is wearing pants, a skirt would be uncomfortable for fighting and a man’s shirt. Seeing a woman dressed like that is strange to you but you can’t help but notice how well that outfit suits her.

Natasha walks in front of you and it’s the first time you have the chance to see a woman’s ass and you are enchanted by it. With long skirts you can’t see anything, they can’t help but blame you! You try to chase away the fantasy of feeling the round shape of Lady Romanoff’s body with the palm of your hand and you go into your room to put on a simple and faded dress and you take with you your beloved hooded cloak.

Natasha is waiting for you in front of her bedroom door, wearing the tight dress from the night before and the cloak with the hood down. She smiles at your clothing, seeing you so humble pleases her. Your eyes dance in the same direction and your eyes fall on her swollen and pink lips. One of your ladies approaches you, you stop her and ask her to tell everyone that they can go home and you announce that you don't need them for the day but that you will pay them anyway as if they had worked. The girl thanks you for your thoughtfulness and then with Natasha you cross the exit of the castle.

“Why does a queen feel the need to come out and be nice?” she asks, breaking the silence that had been hanging between you.

“I represent the kingdom," you simply reply, "but I'm just an ordinary person,"

“What a good heart you have,” she compliments and you feel embarrassed and you melt at her words.

Natasha leads you down a narrow street, the buildings becoming more worn as you move further from the heart of the Kingdom. Finally, you arrive at a small, unassuming tavern with a wooden sign creaking in the breeze.

The scent of roasting meat and freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the smell of ale. Your mouth waters at the thought of indulging in something so rustic and real, something far removed from the refined meals of the palace.

Inside, the tavern is dimly lit and cozy, with rough-hewn wooden tables and benches filling the room. You find a table near the back, where you can observe the room without being too conspicuous.

"Good afternoon, you must be foreigners! I've never seen you," says a woman in her fifties with a friendly smile.

"You will certainly find yourself well here in this kingdom, our queen is an extraordinary woman," at those words you feel the heat reach your cheeks and your lips curve upwards. Natasha looks towards you and notices your reaction and can't help but be happy that someone appreciates you.

"We have heard of it, yes," begins Lady Romanoff "We would like to have your dish of the day if it is not a problem"

"Of course! I will serve you immediately"

You eat the soup with great relish. You’ve never eaten anything so good in your life! Natasha giggles at your reaction to the simple vegetable soup. You order another bowl and ask for more.

“This place is…different,” you admit to Natasha, your voice hushed with excitement. “It feels so alive.” Natasha smiles, her usual guarded expression softening. “Is there anything else you’d like to do that you’ve never been allowed to do?” the redhead asks and you think about it for a moment as you fill your spoon with the last drops of soup left.

“I want to learn how to use a sword,” you announce next.

“You’re good for a queen,” she compliments you and you try in every way to disarm her. You've been training for weeks but you can’t do anything against her. She’s been teaching you how to hold it for hours, how to make fluid and lethal movements but you manage to handle it with discretion. You’re good, yes, but it’s not the weapon for you.

Natasha stops for a moment and analyzing your movements understands that for you the most effective weapon would be a dagger or a bow and arrow. She asks you to wait for her while she runs to her room to bring you a dagger. A dagger frighteningly similar to the one you held one night two years ago. You take it in your hand and that murderous instinct that you had forgotten you had awakens inside you. Your heartbeat accelerates, the blood flows faster in your veins and a sadistic smile appears on your face.

Lady Romanoff looks at you and sensing your thoughts tries to attack you with the sword but you manage to hold her own despite not going slowly.

“I like you like this!” she exclaims, moving away from you and then charging back, but you block her again and manage to disarm her and in an instant you find yourself straddling her with the tip of the dagger pointing at her neck.

The redhead bites her lower lip, you look incredibly sexy in that position on top of her. However, your mind goes hazy, your heartbeat slows and her eyes close. The dagger falls to the floor with a metallic clang and you fall back onto Natasha’s chest.

You jolt awake in the dead of night, heart racing and breath coming in ragged gasps. The memory of what happened earlier surges through you—how you nearly drove a blade into Lady Romanoff’s chest during training. The image is so vivid, so real, that it forces a scream from your throat.

Within moments, Natasha is at your side, her presence as sudden and intense as a gust of wind. She moves with that uncanny speed of hers, the air around her charged with an otherworldly energy. Her eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, lock onto yours. “What happened?” she asks, her voice carrying a blend of concern and authority, grounding you even as your emotions spiral out of control.

Tears stream down your face as the weight of what you almost did crashes over you. You fall against her, your fists clutching at her clothes as you sob uncontrollably into her chest. “Am I a monster?” The words choke out of you, filled with fear and self-loathing.

Natasha’s arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as she strokes your hair with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the power you know she wields. “No,” she whispers, her voice calm, almost soothing, yet carrying an edge of truth that leaves no room for doubt. “You’re not a monster. You’re just starting to let your true nature come through.”

She pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, her gaze steady and unflinching. “This is normal,” she continues, her tone firm, yet comforting. “You’re beginning to understand what you’re capable of. It’s all part of becoming who you are meant to be. Don’t fear it—embrace it.”

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[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: It's about ethics

Stephen King: oh boy this is embarrassing Poe: what's that? King: well, see, we kinda King: accidentally King: agreed to let this nazi a story Poe: oh boy that is a pickle King: yeah its a real whoopsie doodle

Poe: did we already tell him yes? King: yeah Poe: well criminy Poe: not much we can do then Poe: that'd be like going back on a pinkie swear King: yeah it'd be like King: kinda awkward Poe: who was in charge of the paperwork Poe: was it howard

David A Riley: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of the nazi supermen who are our superiors Riley: look, i'm a big fan of howard there Riley: not of his writing so much Riley: mostly just his racism

Riley: what if some dusky kids turned into big scary monsters and killed a nice unassuming white person? Riley: what about that?? Riley: [sitting on chair backwards] i know it sounds like science fiction but actually this scenario is playing out everyday right here in Britain

Riley: the blacks and the jews are going to make the full english breakfast illegal, you know Lovecraft: i-is that true?? King: ok you've had enough for tonight howard Riley: and let me tell you what the hoodie scum are doing to the soil

King: listen david some of these ideas are a little King: umm King: they're a little Barker: they suck Barker: they suck ass King: yes thank you clive King: i think that says it all, really

Riley: i am being silenced! King: we really don't think we should have actual nazis here Riley: YOU ALL SAID I COULD Riley: oh oh now you're going back on your word!!! Riley: you know what that is???? Riley: UNETHICAL Riley: this is all about ethics in campfire storytelling

King: yeah i think we kinda goofed letting a nazi in Riley: you let howard stay here King: well, howard's just howard King: he's a lovable archie bunker kinda racist Lovecraft: it's true, i am

King: see the thing with howard is August Derleth: I'LL tell you the thing with howard Derleth: he is only as racist as the average man of his time Derleth: he didn't, like, run for office as an actual National Front candidate Derleth: [turning to audience] you can google that

Riley: wow, so apparently just because i'm a literal nazi who literally ran for office as a nazi candidate Riley: who wants to eradicate asians and jews Riley: suddenly I'm not welcome here? Riley: wow Riley: just wow

Riley: that's fine, i don't need you anyway Riley: i'll always be welcome in the pages of the Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction Barker: yeah you sure about that pal? Barker: feel like that might be a mistake Riley: NO Riley: IT IS NOT A MISTAKE Riley: SHUT UP

[glitteringsunshine]

PAIRING : Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Reader

JETHRO’S POV

“ Good morning sweetie” I say kissing her neck.

“ Mhmm morning love” she replies in her sleepy voice.

I ground my cock against her butt.

“ Hmm Jethro” she giggled.

I pushed the USMC hoodie up cupping her ass before lightly spanking it.

I rubbed her clit and pushed my fingers into her pussy feeling her wetness.

“ Are you wet baby girl?” I whispered.

“ Fuck yes” she gasped as I hit the right spot.

“ So what do you want love?” I teased

“ Well you inside me. I want that lovely cock of yours to fill me up” she giggled.

I pulled down my sweatpants, and my hard cock sprang up.

Lining my cock against her pussy, I entered her while still spooning her.

She swayed her hips grinding against me as I kneaded her breasts and rubbed her clit while leaving trails of kisses on her neck.

She is so tight. I grunted in pleasure as she clenched her pussy . I thrust deeper hitting her g spot as she moaned my name. 

“ Jethro Ohh Jethro, Yeah baby, like that”

“ Y/N ohh fuck . wow ,uhh” I mirrored her pleasure.

As I moved faster and harder, she unfurled at my cock which led to my own climax as I shot my load deep inside her.  Pulling away I pulled her close cupping her face and kissing her. She stroked my cock . Then I pulled her on top of me as she lined her pussy against my cock . I thrust hard and she matched my rhythm.  I took off her hoodie as she took of my sweatshirt. I flicked her nipples with my tongue as I rubbed her clit. She came again while she was riding me. She  licked and rubbed my chest and stomach trailing kisses. I claimed her mouth holding her against me , as we both came together.

 

“ Wow”

“ I Know,  Wow”

I picked her up and carried her to the shower.  Turning the shower on I kneeled down in front of her eating her out.  I held her hips as she came. She drew me close kissing me. “ My turn”  she giggled kneeling down and taking my hard cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down making me shoot my load. She swallowed it all, licking her lips. I pulled her up ,kissing her wildly. As we made out , I pushed her against the wall pinning her hands on top her  as I thrust into her. As I let go off her hands she put her hands around my neck and wrapping her legs around me. We moved in perfect rhythm  as we climaxed together kissing each other to silence our screams of pleasure.

After our shower as we towelled ourselves dry I kiss her again and she passionately responded.

“ We should really get ready now honey “ Y/n says “ kids are gonna be late for school. So are we”

“ Yeah.  But I want you in my bed tonight love” I whispered

“ With pleasure” she quips.

“ I love you Y/N”

“ I love you too Jethro”.

 

 

…

“ Sorry guys we are late.” We chirped as we came down to the kitchen.

“ We are already on with breakfast . Toast and Eggs” our two kids chirped in.

“ Hey Dad , I was thinking “ our son said , “ I am really good with computers and tech and I love the Marines. Think I will make a good one like you?”

 

“ You need to stop questioning your superior officers. Right now  kiddo, you are arguing with your teachers” . “Y/N “ chuckled.

“ Hey it’s an academic debate” he defended.

“ I am proud Dad that you are a marine. I want to follow your footsteps. “

“ Ahh son, there are other ways to serve your nation. I am proud of you whatever you choose to be.” I say.

“ Thanks Dad. I like playing with data and tech stuff. Maybe I can work in the DOD or NCIS as a data scientist. It’s a desk job but sure is exciting. Or I can go to law school.”

“ You know mum got accepted into Harvard, Yale and Columbia Law School” I say proudly.

“ But I didn’t  enroll. Instead I pursued my masters and PhD in English Lit”  Y/N chuckled.  “ But I think you got the gift of the gab and the mind to become one”.

“ Yep got it from your Badass diplomat Mum”

“ Some of it has been from your side Darling. He surely has that strong personality inherited from you.”  Y/N chuckled.

“ What about you kid?” I ask our daughter.

“ I think I wanna be a writer or go into fashion maybe. Hey Dad here’s some of my sketches” handing over a sketchbook and a tab to me. “ Ohh shoot I forgot my homework “ she said running up to her room. “ Me too “ my son exclaimed running up.

“ You know Jethro , she is really good at this. The writings, the sketches” Y/N says

“ Darling all I can see are some stick figures.  But I am proud”

“ Ohh you don’t know shit about fashion Darling” she giggled tiptoing to kiss me.

“ That reminds me. We will hijack your basement workstation this weekend.  No woodwork this week for you. Our daughter is the lead designer for her school’s  fashion show. We need the space. Her friends will be coming over to help her. “

“ You take care of my wood Darling ,I am all happy” I smirked.

“ Jethro “ she giggled as I kissed her.

[najia-cooks]

[ID: A sandwich on an English muffin with cheese, a sausage patty, bacon, egg, Hollandaise sauce, and chopped chives. End ID]

Vegan 'sausage' and 'egg' breakfast sandwiches

Soy sauce, maple syrup, liquid smoke, and fresh herbs and spices give savor, depth, and sweetness to these TVP-based sausage patties. A combination of rice flour, all-purpose flour, and coconut milk, inspired by Vietnamese bánh xèo, makes the batter for the egg patties; they are subtly flavored with kala namak, fenugreek, and white pepper to form a perfect complement for the sausage.

A slow cook in an egg ring followed by a quick fry makes the 'eggs' fluffy on the inside and crispy on the outside—a superior solution to tofu, which never quite has the right texture.

This is a delicious, filling option for a weekend breakfast or breakfast-for-dinner; or, make the TVP patties and 'egg' batter the night before and fry them in the morning for a quick breakfast option.

Recipe under the cut!

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Makes 6-8 small sandwiches.

Ingredients:

English muffins, buns, bagels, or rolls

Hollandaise sauce (optional)

Tomato, tempeh, avocado, spinach, and/or hot sauce as desired

For the sausage patties:

1 cup TVP

1 cup water

1 tsp vegetarian beef stock concentrate or beef pho seasoning

1 1/2 Tbsp ground dried shiitake mushrooms

2 Tbsp total fresh minced sage, rosemary, and thyme, or 2 tsp dried

1 1/2 tsp onion powder

1 1/2 tsp garlic powder

1 tsp smoked paprika

1/2 tsp sumac (optional)

1/2 tsp fennel seeds, toasted and ground

1/4 tsp ground ginger

1/4 tsp black peppercorns, toasted and ground

5 cloves, toasted and ground

Large pinch MSG (optional)

1/4 cup vegan mayo (substitute any neutral oil)

1 Tbsp aged soy sauce (substitute any soy sauce)

1 Tbsp vegetarian oyster sauce

1 Tbsp Caribbean burnt sugar (or substitute molasses)

1-2 Tbsp maple syrup or brown sugar

1/2 tsp liquid smoke

2 Tbsp ground flaxseed

1/4 cup (30g) chickpea flour (or all-purpose flour)

2 Tbsp potato starch (if needed)

1 Tbsp cooking oil, to fry

You could also make these patties with Impossible or Beyond ground beef. Use 2 cups (350g) ground beef; omit the water and stock concentrate; halve the soy sauce, oyster sauce, burnt sugar, and liquid smoke.

For the egg patties:

1/4 cup + 2 Tbsp (60g) white rice flour

3 Tbsp (22.5g) all-purpose flour (substitute more rice flour for a gluten-free version)

1 tsp ground turmeric

About 1 1/4 cup (295mL) coconut milk (canned or boxed; the kind for cooking, not drinking)

1/4 tsp kala namak (black salt), or substitute table salt

1/4 tsp fenugreek seeds, toasted and ground (optional)

1/4 tsp white peppercorns, toasted and ground (optional)

Cooking oil, to fry

Instructions:

For the egg patties:

1. Whisk all ingredients except coconut milk together in a medium mixing bowl.

2. Add coconut milk while stirring until a batter forms, about the consistency of pancake batter. It should be thin enough to flow, but thick enough to coat the back of a spoon.

3. Cover and allow to rest at room temperature while you prepare the TVP patties.

For the TVP patties:

1. If using whole spices: toast each spice for a few minutes in a dry skillet on medium heat until very fragrant. Remove skillet from heat and toast ground spices, stirring constantly, for 30 seconds. Grind all spices in a mortar and pestle or in a spice mill.

2. Whisk 1 tsp of vegetarian beef stock concentrate with 1 cup of just-boiled water in a large bowl until just combined. Add spices, soy sauce, oyster sauce, maple syrup, burnt sugar, maple syrup, liquid smoke, and TVP and mix well. Allow TVP to rehydrate for about 10 minutes.

3. Stir in herbs, flaxseed, and flour and mix until well-combined. Add breadcrumbs 1/4 cup at a time until patties hold together.

4. Form TVP mixture into patties about 4" in diameter (or as desired) and place on a plate. Refrigerate for about 10 minutes to allow to set.

To cook:

1. Heat a cast-iron or nonstick pan on medium-high with a couple teaspoons of oil. Place egg rings (or mason jar rings) in the pan, and pour enough batter in each one to make a patty about 1/2" (1cm) thick. Allow to brown for a minute or two.

2. Turn the heat down to low and continue cooking until the top of the egg patties have mostly solidified and are a shade darker.

3. Carefully flip each patty and remove the egg ring. Pour another couple teaspoons of oil in the pan and return the heat to medium-high. Fry, flipping if necessary, until each side of the patty is golden-brown and crispy.

4. Meanwhile, heat a Tbsp of oil in another large skillet on medium-low. Place patties in the skillet and flatten gently with the back of a spatula. Allow to cook for about 5 minutes on each side, until browned, crispy, and cooked through.

5. Assemble breakfast sandwiches with TVP patties, egg patties, and vegetables and sauces of your choice. Serve warm.

[arterartthings]

There’s been a lot of Max/Bradley ship art influx lately and so allow me to show off my own Ship art of that lovely brat

Bradley Uppercut III x Kaito „Clio” Matsuda to be more precise

Some headcanons about Kaito:

Clio is an exchange student from Japan. He studies Japanese culture anthropology and history

He comes from a very rich family with long history reaching Azuchi-Momoyama period. His relationship with his male relatives however is very strain

Clio is a half-blood- his mother was a french Romani woman, while his father is full japanese

This caused our poor boy to have a lot of complexes about his heritage from mother’s side back in elementary and high school. Mostly it was caused by his relatively darker skintone and curly hair (he actually straightens his hair to this very day).

He recently got over it and now prefers his more Roma nickname. He actually dislikes being called by his surname or real name.

He was very hated by middle school teachers for his unruliness. At some point, when they forced him to cut his hair, he purposely failed his tests and assignments as a form of protest for ridiculous standards. When Clio was allowed to grow his hair back, he rewrote all his tests near perfectly and got very good grades from then on.

He became somewhat of a hero and symbol among other students, who also started failing their tests and assignments en masse on purpose so the school would be forced to loosen restrictions on appearance (ot worked)

As you can guess, he was a delinquent with a heart of gold.

Also, although I didn’t draw it, he vapes. A lot.

Back to ship with Bradley

When Clio started attending the exchange program, his first encounter with Bradley was quite hostile. Bradley basically challenged him to prove his superiority by (inserting casual racism) showing off his karate skills. Bradley later regretted it with black eye from him.

They somewhat reconciled after Clio showed him off his ice skating skills on the rink and Bradley invited Clio to Gamma Mu Mu as their sportsman.

And Bradley had lots of issues understanding cultural differences of Clio, like him sleeping on floor mattress, spending an hour in a bathroom, eating soup for breakfast or taking off shoes upon entrance to frat house.

Clio COULD NOT stand living with other gammas (aside from Tank and Bradley). He always found a lot of their habits very annoying to bear (like leaving empty beer bottles, leaving laundry mess or not cleaning regularly).

Their romance began to grow once they started tutoring each other. Bradley was tutoring Clio in English and skateboard, while Clio tutored Bradley in Math and ice skating.

They tried to dismiss their feelings towards each other. Eventually, thinking his love is one way, Bradley confessed his love to Clio, expecting ridicule, only for him to clap back with that he also has feelings for Bradley.

They thought that nobody knows about them being gay and that they must keep it a secret. However, their love in reality was an open secret among gammas. There were so many situations where they caught the lovebirds sleeping on sofa together or that Bradley accidentally once left out a clearly love letter to Clio in the locker. But in the end, Gammas were absolutely fine with their leader being gay. In fact they made sure nobody bullied Bradley and Clio on prom night.

After graduation, Bradley has chosen to go with Clio back to Japan and find study opportunity

Now headcanons about their love

Clio os the dom, Bradley is the sub.

Clio is the one who cooks, while Bradley is the one who cleans after dinner.

Bradley doesn’t mind Clio calling him „Brad” anymore.

When sleeping, Clio always has to cuddle Bradley like a pillow all night and wriggle around their futon with him.

Clio also tutors Bradley in japanese.

Their favorite time of the year are Hanami and Christmas (they eat a lot of KFC on holidays)

Both fathers of the boys disapproved their love, but after some time (and mr. Uppercut and mr. Matsuda eventually met) they just let it fly.

Might feature doodles of them in the future

[lean-mean-demon-genevieve]

I could just feel her need to spew diet culture nonsense in my bones yesterday. And here it is today in her stories:

I’m going to try so hard to keep this brief…

1.) Note the typo in the thumbnail in the white box. GenPad: Consummate Professional; English Major. Apparently busy moms don’t proofread.

2.) This meal program costs $465/week for FIVE days of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. (That’s $31/meal.) Or $395/week with an auto-pay subscription. ($26.33 per meal.) It doesn’t appear that there is an option for multiple people per household. There is also no 7-day option. Yes you’re paying for the convenience of a pre-made meal and no I haven’t run the numbers on what it would cost you to make all of this at home, but the fact remains: shit is pricey.

3.) It all comes in plastic containers. TOWWN, indeed!

(Source listed below)

4.) Sakara does not share the nutrition info in these meals. (You can find nutrition profiles on some protein bars and powders on Google but not the meals.) This is sketchy as hell and for that price, their customers deserve to know. The company claims that “calories don’t matter” and suggests that people do not count calories. Which isn’t a terrible message on the surface, but that’s not all that goes on a nutrition label.

5.) What little nutrition info anyone has been able to arm-wrestle out of Sakara (see above) is generalized, but it also suggests that it isn’t enough calories for most women/their target audience. A dietitian who tried the program for 5 days reported that for 0 of those days did they only eat Sakara’s food because they were hungry in between. It’s also low in protein, so add some snacks and meat to your weekly $465 budget for ONE PERSON.

“To their credit”?? …no. Not for that price.

6.) The phrase “clean eating” is a marketing gimmick. It’s also how people like Gen signal their superiority in their food choices. A study published in The Journal of Eating Disorders showed supporting data that perpetuating “clean eating” as a goal may be harmful, especially to vulnerable audiences. (And the thing about eating disorders is that it is really difficult to tell who is vulnerable until it’s too late. It is estimated that 1 in 4 diets results in an ED.)

7.) Gen continues to shill health and wellness misinformation that has potential to harm others for her own profit. What a gal!

Bonus: Gen also claims to have her own history of an eating disorder in this podcast (start at 24:14) which obviously doesn’t make her inherently bad or untrustworthy but I do feel like it should mean that SHE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO PUT OTHERS AT RISK WITH HER INFLUENCER BULLSHIT…but here we are. 🖕🏼

Sources:

“A Dietitian’s Review of Sakara’s Insta-Famous Meal Plans”

“Sakara 101: Why Calories Don’t Matter”

Journal of Eating Disorders article

[recentadultburnout]

Info for writer in Thai series fandom: Random food

I added some pictures on AO3 but not here, but I tried searching in English, and it did show the correct item, so if you want to know what it looks like, you can look it up.

Breakfast

Actually, anything can be breakfast, but this is some of what is frequently viewed as breakfast.

Khao Tom (Boiled rice/Rice porridge)

Joke (Rice porridge/Congee)

Tom lueatmu (Pork Blood Soup)

Khaoniao mu ping (Grilled Pork Sticky Rice)

Khaoniao mufoi (Glutinous Rice with Shredded Pork)

Khai kratha (Pan egg)

Namtaohu songkhrueang (soy milk with topping)

Sandwich boran (thai style sandwich)

and everything westerners consider breakfast.

Northern food

Namphriknum (young chili paste)

Namphrik-Ong (Ong Chili Paste)

Khaepmu (Crispy Fried Pork Rinds)

Sai-Ua (a type of sausages)

Kaengho

Kaenghangle (Hung Lay Curry)

Khanomchinnamngiao

Khaosoi 

Central food

Nam phrik long ruea

Nam phrik kapi

Homok (steamed fish with curry paste)

Thotman (a type of fish ball)

Pucha (deep-fried crab meat and minced pork in crab shell )

Kaengchuet

Kaengphet

Kaengsom

Khaophat (Fried rice)

Yam

Northeastern food (E-san food)

Soup nomai (bamboo shoot soup)

Tomsom (fish soup with ginger)

Kaeng Om

Kaeng Proe (Bamboo Shoot and Yanang Soup)

Kaeng Het (Mushroom Soup)

Kaeng Khai Motdaeng (Red ant egg soup)

Somtam 

Southern food

Kaeng Taipla

Kaengsom

*Kaengsom in the central and southern regions have some differences. Recently, there was even a debate online about whose Kaengsom is superior.

Kaenglueang

Kai Tom Khamin

Khua Kling

Phatsato

Phat Phet Kop

Yam Nam Budu 

Nowadays, every part of Thailand eats everything I mention here, but its origin is still very obvious, and the origin can give some impression about what it will taste like for people who try it for the first time.

Popular Foreign food

Chinese food (some kinda Thai-Chinese more than actual Chinese)

Japanese food

Korean food

Mexican food

Indian food

Vietnamese food

Westerner food (Farang food)

Drink

Green Tea

Iced Tea/Thai Tea

Lemon Tea

Cocoa

Nom yen/Nom chomphu (Pink milk)

Oliang

Yok lor

Coffee boran

Butterfly pea juice

Lemongrass and Pandan Juice

Nam daeng (Red drink) (Hale's blue boy sala flavor)

Nam khiao (Green drink) (Hale's blue boy cream soda flavor)

Bubble tea

Chain Restaurants  

Sizzler

KFC

McDonald’s

Burger King

Starbucks

Subway

Taco Bell 

MK Suki

S&P

Barbecue Plaza

Yum Saap

Fuji restaurants 

Katsuya

Yayoi

Ootoya

Chester’s Grill

Pizza Hut

Pizza Company

Narai pizzeria

Hachiban

Mos Burger

Dairy Queen

Swensen

Easy to find dish

There a type of restuarant call ran-ahan tam sang (ร้านอาหารตามสั่ง) (Cooked to order resturant?) which is basically everywhere and this is a basic almost every those restuarant will have.  

Rice top with fried basil

Fried rice

Stir Fried Vegetables with Rice

Garlic Pork with Rice

Stir Fried Chili Paste

Suki->Thai Styled Sukiyaki (water/dry)  

You can select the type of meat yourself, even if the name includes the word "pork," (it's just a place holder) and you can add extra meat (more of the one you select or something else) or eggs if desired.

Eating utensils

The most common choice are just a spoon and fork. In places like noodle shops, it usually has chopsticks as well. and for steak, a knife.

List of online supermarket site

Index

[scaranation]

Hai! this is my first time request something in here, so i kinda nervous xd and English is not my first language 😅 (sorry if there any mistaken word)

Ok so, can i request readerxtighnari modern au, with a reader is a cat and they really like to tease tighnari about his ears/tail all the time they meet but then tighnari try to against it (it fails). Then reader give him a (It's up to you) sfw please:) but a little fl-

Thank you for taking my request if you read this:) and i hope you get what i actually mean (i'am bad at explaining)(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) , once again i apologize if there are any mistaken words in here (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(By the way, I really like your writing style, keep the spirit !!:))

i wasn’t sure if i interpreted this correctly but i love the idea of tighnari being teased 🥹❤️ i also made reader a descendant of the Kätzlein bloodline like Diona, I hope you enjoyy

༊*·˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃

Pairing: Tighnari x Cat!reader

Content: Fluff, sfw

In which you’ve made it your greatest mission to pet Tighnari’s ears - no matter what it took.

Tighnari’s non-human traits never went unnoticed by your feline gaze, and your greatest passion was to latch onto his tail or tease him about his ears, much to his annoyance. Despite his vehement protests - usually gritted out between clenched teeth as he hid his blush behind a book - you simply loved to mock Tighnari’s foxlike features, asserting the superiority of your own Kätzlein lineage.

Tighnari’s impeccable hearing, when coupled with your natural stealth, made for an interesting scene. The other residents of Gandharva Ville would always watch in amusement as you snuck up on the ranger, desperate to stroke those silky ears at least once. It was clear however that - in spite of his irritated rejections - Tighnari certainly held a soft spot for you. After all, no other person could possibly go unpunished after attempting to not only sneak up on him but also let his ears. As both a well respected botanist and a director of the nature reserve, many were slightly afraid of the man.

-

Tighnari awoke to the sound of banging on his apartment door. He groggily rubbed the last dregs of sleep from his eyes, lumbering over to look through the peephole in a daze.

The sight of your face pressed against the other side of the peephole greeted the tired ranger, and he reluctantly let you in - taking note of the aromatic smell wafting from the takeaway bag you had in your hands.

“Breakfast is served! No need to thank me, I’d usually sleep in, but I heard you had an afternoon shift today. Pity I won’t be able to catch you then.” You treated Tighnari’s modest loft as if it were your own, stretching out on the couch and placing the food down.

“If you’re thinking about trying to grab my tail again, I’d advise against it.” Tighnari frowned disapprovingly.

“Come on, I’m just here to have a nice chat with a friend. No need to be so wary.” You rolled your eyes as you took out the breakfast you’d ordered from a cafe down the street, beckoning for the man to sit beside you.

“Breakfast on the coffee table? And sitting on a couch?”

“Would it kill you not to be so picky? Besides, it’s more comfortable here.”

As Tighnari sat down at your side, you glanced at him mischievously. Of course, you hadn’t been intending to touch his ears or his tail before, but they looked so soft and velvety. He was sitting right there, and he was focused on eating - it wouldn’t hurt to just give his ears one tiny stroke, right? You weren’t sure if it was your personal inclination or your feline compulsion, but the urge to feel that soft fur was unbearable.

Your plan didn’t get very far however, because Tighnari lunged away from you quickly - quicker than you could react. You’d thrown your weight into reaching out for his ears, and nothing could stop you now as you plummeted into him. Now sprawled sideways across the couch on top of the poor Tighnari, you could only gape.

You expected the man to shove you off and scold you harshly, but he stared back in shock - face quickly turning red. Perhaps, you thought, he was having a delayed reaction and his face was flushing in anger.

Instead however, you found your two faces drifting closer until Tighnari braced his hand on the back of your neck and closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours.

You could feel the heat simmering on his cheeks, see each strand of the lashes that fanned down from his closed eyes. The slightly messy state of his hair. You could feel his hand shake slightly on your nape, his lips tasting like maple syrup.

You took the liberty of shoving away from Tighnari quickly, retreating backwards and staring. You realised your eyes had never closed, and they now met his dejected gaze as the two of you stared at each other from opposite ends of the couch.

“You-”

“You-”

Both you and Tighnari began stuttered attempts at processing what’d just happened, but simply shut your mouths. Tighnari snapped his eyes away from yours, adjusting himself to sit properly on the couch again. You narrowed your eyes, the back of your neck prickling at the awkward tension.

Finally, after a long pause, you felt your pride as an honoured feline hybrid slip as you sheepishly turned to look at Tighnari.

“Can we… do that again?” You avoided eye contact, internally furious that you were feeling nervous - in front of Tighnari, no less. Usually you were supposed to be the one teasing him.

Without a moment of hesitation, Tighnari pulled you in again. You had to remind yourself to close your widened eyes as you sank into the warm exchange, your hands finally managing to stroke his delicate ears.

Mission accomplished.

[the-tf-man]

The twins transformation

I'm not a native english speaker so some errors are possible.

Denis and Joel are twins that live together and both are gay and liberals. Denis has no muscles and neither has Joel. Plus by being staunch liberals they despisse everything that refers to the conservative : patriotism, masculinity, ... One day they received a flyer in their mailbox : " you're invited at the 3 m's convention" With the adress of the convention on the flyer. Intrigued they decided to go to the convention it was taking place in a hall and there were many guys invited mostly liberals or gay or both. Shortly after the présentation begins a tall, very muscular and conservative looking man appears on stage and begins talking - : " Hello everyone thank you for being here, you're here because you were choosed to be new men tonight ! You were probably wondering what the 3 m's stand for and it is for 'masculinity ! , muscles ! And machoness !' and it's what you will be in a couple of week " and suddenly the sprinklers poured a strange mist and Denis and Joel fell asleep. They woke the next day without knowing and remembering what happened the last day. While taking their breakfast they talked : - " Denis don't you feel a little too effeminate ?" - " Yes, I was thinking that we need to gain some muscles " - " Why don't we go to gym today ? " - " Yeah good idea bro ! " They went to the gym and begin doing exercices like they always did that despite being their first time at the gym. At the end of the day their bodies was twice the size of their previous bodies. They continued going to the gym for one week and their body were gaining muscles incredibly fast but that didn't bother them, they made new friends and began to feel pride for their muscles and masculinity. One day they felt the urge to relieve themselves, so they decided to watch porn but none of the gay videos were appealing it even disgusted them and by searching they found a video of à bimbo fucked by two studs that made their dicks rose to attention with the mist they gained a few inches bonus. They strocked to the video and when they erupted their homosexuality was gone forever replaced by a new macho and homophobic behaviour. The guy from the convention was right they became staunch conservative twins that show their masculinity and superiority with pride.

[newtonsheffield]

Oh hi yes it’s me again, here to say simmering is being permanently added to my comfort fics file because i adored absolutely every second Molly! 🥺🥺🥺

Also the epilogue got me thinking, did Kate have some absolutely wild pregnancy cravings?? And did Anthony absolutely fail at trying to fulfill them? I can just hear her sighing impatiently as he tried to get the seasoning just right for the hundredth time, “It’s fine babe I’ll just make it myself. That’s not even what the little peanut wants anymore, it’s moved on.”

It has long been my personal headcanon that Kate craves the most bland food when she’s pregnant. After years of trying to get Anthony to be inventive in the kitchen she’s now telling him to cut it out. And Anthony thinks it’s hilarious.

“Oh dear, you were so superior, for so many years, and now, pepper is too spicy for you.”

“It’s not too- It’s what the baby wants!” Kate huffed “So if anything, this is absolutely all your fucking fault!”

“How do you figure that?” Anthony smirked.

“You’ve impregnated me with your traditional English fucking values that they’re always talking about on the news and now all I want is flavorless beef and unseasoned fish and chips and bloody English breakfast tea!”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works, honey.” Anthony chuckled, attempting to draw his wife closer.

“I Don’t even like paprika anymore, Anthony!”

[rabbitcruiser]

National Bacon Lovers Day

It’s National Bacon Lovers Day on August 20. Arguably our favorite in-office holiday, no smell on Earth is as attractive as the thin-sliced bacon sizzling in a pan and served with anything at hand. Bacon is the hero of every meal it’s incorporated into. No wonder it’s been such a massive part of western cuisine since 1500 B.C. This means, for thousands of years, we have relished the sweet-savory smell of bacon frying, and the chewy taste too. One could argue that it’s now coded into our D.N.A., a historic love for bacon.

History of National Bacon Lovers Day

While bacon has been a part of our diet as a species since 1500 B.C., pigs were domesticated from around 8500 B.C., so for seven thousand years, humans had bacon right under their noses, and didn’t know it. The term ‘bacon’ is used more precisely today than it was until well into the 16th century, before which it referred to any cut of pork. The process of curing bacon for human consumption has also been refined over the centuries but has remained relatively the same. The only difference today is that the standards of hygiene have improved, and the scale of bacon production and consumption has risen astronomically.

Bacon was such a desirable cut of pork that in the 12th century, a church in the English town of Great Dunmow challenged the married men to a wager of sorts. If a man could go a complete year and a day without quarreling with his wife, a side of bacon would be their prize. Thus was the birth of the term “bring home the bacon,” widely used today to describe a person who can take care of their family financially.

Fast forward a couple of centuries to when the industrial revolution takes the pork industry to a completely new level of production. Before then, bacon and other pork products were once produced at home. Most people kept private pigs and regularly slaughtered their stock for consumption. Even in urban environments, it was common for people to keep pigs in their basements. However, in the 1930s, this was stopped. The late 1700s saw the rise of commercial pig farming and bacon production. With rising population rates and an increase in available machinery, bacon was one of the first food items to be mass-produced. It is still widely a household favorite to this day.

National Bacon Lovers Day timeline

1490 Cuba Gets Some Royal Pigs

At the insistence of Queen Isabella of Castille, Christopher Columbus transports eight pigs to the island of Cuba.

1539 Pigs in America

Hernando de Soto offloads 13 pigs in Tampa Bay, and many escape from Spanish activity.

1770 Load Up The Trucks

John Harris sets up the first large-scale bacon curing business in the English town of Caine in Wiltshire.

1883 The Pig Industry

Oscar Mayer, an industry leader in bacon curing and production, is established in the United States.

1980 You Had Me At Bacon

Hardees adds bacon to their menu as a topping, one of the first fast-food companies to do so.

National Bacon Lovers Day FAQs

Can I eat bacon raw?

No, uncooked bacon can cause illnesses. Please, prepare your bacon properly before eating.

What’s the best thing to eat bacon with?

There is no right or wrong answer here. It’s up to you because there is no such thing as food that doesn’t pair well with bacon.

What’s the best type of bacon?

Traditionally, back bacon is the best cut, but strictly speaking, the pig determines the superiority of bacon.

National Bacon Lovers Day Activities

Have an English breakfast

Be creative with it

Wrap some bacon, and donate it

It's Bacon Lovers Day, so we have to eat the stuff! Let's not forget where it all started, back bacon with a side of eggs and some pieces of toast, and voila.

Bacon is one of the most versatile meat there is. It makes everything taste better. Would you like bacon with that olive? Yes, please!

Bacon is a relatively inexpensive cut of meat, and it does have decent protein and fat content for a family that might need the calories. Spread a little National Bacon Lovers Day spirit, and give to the less fortunate.

5 Ways Bacon Impacts Our Lives

Living in America

It's breakfast meat

That’s a lot of bacon

We love bacon, it won’t go

The meaning of the word

268.04 million Americans consume bacon annually.

Of all the bacon produced in the United States, 70% is consumed at the breakfast table.

The amount of bacon produced in America each year exceeds two billion pounds.

In the 1980s, health movements attempted to change the story around bacon, and bacon sales took a hit.

Bacon means “meat from the back of an animal.

Why We Love National Bacon Lovers Day

It’s bacon

A chance to have a family meal

Bacon in the office

We don’t care how it's prepared. As long as it's well cooked, we’re in. We just love bacon.

Breakfast is often had in a rush, and not as a family. On National Bacon Lovers Day, you can enjoy a group morning meal that honors one of our favorite cuts of meat.

Any reason to bring bacon to work is a reason to celebrate. Bacon is highly prized, and we can’t wait to share our love for it with our office family.

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