#Fiesta lids

[ajl1963]

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night…adventures in antiquing

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night, adventures in antiquing, stop us from our Driving for Deco creed.  A friend and I were speaking about Anthony and my antiquing adventures. She asked if anything stopped us. And it got me thinking. And the answer is: Not usually. But the creed doesn’t mention blood. My blood, and lots of it. But I’ll get to that later. Adventures in Snow: Ontario…

[emotargaryen]

i just want to know why my family washes and saves their iced coffee straws from dunkin... we have a menagerie of reusable metal and plastic straws why do i always see dunkin straws on the drying rack....

[weightless-recipes]

Actually good egg white omelette

~170-180 cal

This omelette is light, has a well-rounded flavor, and has a very adjustable recipe, so it’s a personal favorite!

Recipe below:

Ingredients:

3 egg whites- 51 cal

1/3 tomato, diced- 7 cal

1/3 cup shredded mozzarella cheese- 112 cal

Boomer’s fiesta brand fajita seasoning (or salt, pepper, garlic, msg(optional) and onion to taste)- 0 cal

0 cal non-stick oil spray- 0 cal

(Optional)

1 tbsp shredded parsley- 1 cal

1/2 tbsp shredded dill- 1 cal

1/2 cup sliced portabella mushrooms- 8 cal

Cooking

The appeal of this recipe is the size of the food for the low amount of calories. This comes from heavily whipping the egg whites, so while you CAN make this without whipping them, it’s better if you do. I highly recommend using a hand or stand mixer over a whisk!

In a bowl:

Crack three eggs, separate the yolks, and pour only the whites into your bowl. The yolks can be thrown away or used in a different recipe.

Add your powder seasoning to your yolks

Prepare your other ingredients before whipping the whites

Whip your egg whites until they have a thick, airy consistency, are a white or off-white color, and have soft peaks. (I mean really whip them)

Out of bowl:

Before you whip your egg whites, dice your tomato, slice your (optional) mushrooms, and shred your (optional) dill and parsley.

Keep these on the side until you’re finished whipping the egg whites. Once you’ve achieved soft peaks, preheat a pan on the stove, then fold your tomatoes (and dill and parsley) into the batter using your whisk or a fork.

Once the ingredients are combined, spray your nonstick oil onto your pan, pour out your fluffy mixture, spreading it evenly across the pan, and set to medium-low heat

If you’re adding them, place your sliced mushrooms across the top of your mixture, being sure to evenly distribute them.

place a lid over your pan and allow your omelette to simmer for 3-6 minutes.

Remove the lid, sprinkle your mozzarella across the top of your omelette evenly, and use your spatula to fold it in half.

Flip your omelette, cooking it on both sides, until you’re satisfied with the golden brown color on both sides.

Plate your omelette and serve with a drink (tea is the best with this recipe!)

Fin!

[fleckcmscott]

Before

Summary: Released from Arkham State Hospital, Arthur works towards returning to his normal life. With a big item checked off his to-do list, his romantic soul spends the evening dreaming of the future to come.

Words: 2,300

Warnings: None

A/N: This oneshot is the result of a collaboration with @sweet-nothings04​. 💜 After coming up with a few basic parameters, we went off to compose our own pieces. Our stories turned out to be similar in ways both big and small! @sweet-nothings04​, thanks for agreeing to this fun project! Here's a link to her story: Finding Rhythm. Hope you all enjoy our work! 😃

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Penny's thin voice rose behind him, a hair above her Grizzly Adams rerun. "Happy, did you mail my letter?"

Arthur shut the door, slid the chain lock into place. The deadbolt gave a confident click. Shrugging off his mustard jacket, he answered as he had a hundred times before. "Yeah. I dropped it in the mailbox on the corner."

"You should've put it in the lobby for the postman."

Mr. Wayne's not gonna answer any of them, anyway. Lips flattened, Arthur shoved his hand in his pocket. Jittery fingers plucked at a loose thread. Three long inhales later, he pushed aside the assumption by walking towards her armchair. The television's dull blue lent his mother an austere look, sharpening her cheekbones, bleaching the blush she wore. He switched on the floor lamp to the left.

"Sorry, mom. Here." He held out the trinket he'd found at Helm's pharmacy, a shop full of panicked men who'd forgotten today was The Big One.

A foggy blink at the offering, then at him. "What is it?"

"It's a present. For Valentine's. It's a-" He flipped over the pink, scalloped tin to squint at a label. "Pot-porey. It smells real nice. I thought you'd like it in the bathroom." The plastic air freshener on the toilet tank was one item he hadn't yet replaced. The list of chores to do after his release from Arkham a couple weeks back had been as long as a sermon he didn't want to hear.

"Oh, Happy. It's pronounced 'potpourri.'" She traced the lid's embossed doily, the tiny roses and pearls. When she popped it open, artificial florals floated. Strong enough to imprint on his smoker's nostrils. Penny smiled, soothing the smart of her correction, making him smile in turn. "What time is it? We don't want to miss Murray."

"Murray isn't on on Saturdays," he said. Her absence tended to worsen in the evenings, as though the simple act of sitting in a chair wore her out. He padded to the kitchen, flicked on the fluorescent above the sink, and spoke to her over the breakfast bar.  "And it's time for you to eat."

Two frozen dinners stared at him, four course meals in a sturdy teal box. A Mexican style entrée or meatloaf. Beans and rice were easy for Penny to chew, though the beef enchiladas risked a mess. Oh well. A pile of laundry already awaited in the bathroom. The addition of a slopped-on nightie wouldn't break his back. He popped the aluminum tray in the oven and made a note to get groceries tomorrow.

He cut the enchiladas into bite-sized morsels. The pepper and tomato fiesta sauce made his mouth water. A shock since he couldn't remember the last time eating had been more than survival. He snuck a sample, made a small sound of approval. Once he'd arranged the fork, knife, and paper napkin on the wooden lap tray, he brought it out to his mother.

"Tuck your napkin in your collar," he said, perching on the sofa. "Yesterday went really well, mom. If I get this job, I'll have my own locker." He'd told her this the night before, but with her lack of reaction, he wasn't sure if she'd heard him.

Slow, steady spoonfuls of beans. Focus lost to the TV, where a bearded man conversed with a bear. "That's nice."

Arthur grabbed Gotham Today from the coffee table and uncapped a ballpoint pen. Flipped past the front page and its perpetually dour headlines, sped by Global News, the Arts, Sports to reach the classifieds.

Life insurance salesman would be a real laugh, considering what'd led to his remandment. Commodities system analyst was a riddle he wasn't interested in solving. Typist and legal secretary? Those sounded like women's professions, and even if they weren't, he couldn't spell well enough to do either. And sitting at a desk for eight hours bordered on the never ever.

He circled a blurb for an assistant for a children's show at Gotham Public Broadcasting, and one for what was described as a "driven media consultant." Plans B and C. With any luck after his interview at HaHa's, they wouldn't come into play.

Hoyt Vaughn's office had had the aura of a disorganized closet. Jammed with circus posters, musical instruments, stacks ready to topple. A fifth of whiskey stood on his personal microwave. Aspirin bottles and paperwork littered the man's desk. A giant jack-in-the-box underneath grinned at Arthur's knees.

The interview had been quick as a flashbulb. What was his work history? (Clowning on and off, jobs that required overalls and staying out of sight.) The question of why he'd been out of work had caught him off guard. When Dr. Kane had said she'd assist him with gaining employment, he'd assumed that'd meant she'd explain. Arthur had tried to answer honestly, stated he'd been in the hospital - no, not that one, the other one. Whether Hoyt's laugh had meant derision or connection hadn't been clear, so Arthur had cackled along with him.

Performers had to supply their own costumes and props, and they were to be available any time, any day. Most clowns worked the day shift. Ladies entertainment filled the nights. (Hoyt had thrown him a withering look. "You're not stripper material, are ya?" "No. I wanna be a comedian.") Arthur wouldn't mind being an independent contractor. A job was a job, and it seemed like this was one he could love. Where he could fulfill his purpose while bringing money in. Money sorely needed.

When Penny had taken her last bite of rice, he wiped the spots around her mouth her napkin had neglected. Washed crumbs and splats from the lap tray. He went through the routine of soaping a washcloth to cleanse her face, putting toothpaste on her toothbrush. Once she was tucked beneath her purple, velvet quilt, he patted her cheek.

"Don't stay up too late," he said. "I'll be in the other room." Then he slipped out and sighed the sigh of the overburdened and underpaid.

He loved Penny with all his heart. And it often dawned on him that she was about all he had. She'd been the one to call the doctor, have him committed, ensure he received the treatment he'd need. There was no one else who cared to keep him around. But it could be a challenge, not have any space. Not having a break from responsibilities to tend to himself, to learn to tend to himself the way Dr. Kane had outlined.

He shut off the TV and headed to the kitchen. He prepared his hundredth tray of ready-made meatloaf, tater tots, peas, and dessert. He cut a one inch slit in the foil over each side and uncovered the brownie, a guaranteed path to a crunchy crust.

Eager to enjoy the evening's programming, he turned the windowsill radio to 1080 WGCR. But Sears Radio Theatre had been supplanted. A call-in show had stolen its throne, a show for people to request songs and dedicate them to their sweethearts. It made sense, given the day, but Arthur wasn't sure he liked it. A silly program would've entertained.

The DJ's voice dripped like honey. "Here's Stevie Wonder's 'Signed, Sealed, Delivered,' going out to Mark from Linda." The funky beat slithered into Arthur's white sock, wiggled his right big toe. Greg attempted to win back his ex with "Don't Make My Brown Eyes Blue." And then a recorded message, an earnest plea from starstruck lover Brian. "Donna, I hope you're listening. I love you. I can't imagine my life without you. Would you marry me?"

Arthur spun the dial to a middling frequency.

Umami sodium wafted through the kitchen, the familiar fragrance of food on clearance. Bracing himself on the counter with both hands, he allowed subconscious meanderings to filter to the surface. He thought he understood the nature of love. What would it be like to love someone enough to want to marry them? All of it was supposed to start with a date, right? Dinner and a movie? With his new job, maybe he'd get the chance to meet a pretty girl. A nice break from the pendulum that swung between the apartment and appointments. His eyelids fell shut at the chance at serendipity. The idea of preparing a homecooked meal for her.

A magic wand would fall from gloved hands, roll down the sidewalk to collide with pointy-toed high heels. "Of all the shoes in all the cities in all the world," he'd say, "it rolled into yours." A stolen line that masked earnest longings beneath a veneer of playfulness. She'd return the wand with a smile, sweet and as open as his own heart. He'd thank her. Be brave enough to inch forward. Enclose her palm in his.

Given the possible interactions with his medications, Arthur didn't keep alcohol in the house. Now he'd have to take that risk. Helm's had inexpensive bottles, the nice looking ones with gold foil on the cap. Not a red, though, or a white, but a vibrant pink to match the occasion.

When she'd knock on 8J's door, the peas wouldn't be done. He'd've misjudged the timing of the instant potatoes and the meatloaf. But she'd be too kind to hold it against him, for kindness would float all around her. Rather, she'd peck his cheek and follow him to the kitchen, where they'd roll up their sleeves and shell them together.

Women in movies always dressed up for dates, and this dream girl of his would be no different. Slacks that flattered her hips, hugged her slim waist, flaunted a dip perfectly shaped for cupping. A sweater, perhaps a fiery orange or sophisticated brown, ended at the belt line, teased a flash of her oval navel. She'd wear a gold charm around her neck, a sun to match her smile, which he'd replace with a scarf by the night's end. One of his future props, a memory of what'd brought them together. It knotted his insides, thinking how near he'd have to stand to tie it. And she'd wear perfume, a scent a thousand times lovelier than the potpourri tin.

Dinner would be at the breakfast bar, not the dining table. Sitting side by side would make it easier to bump his knee to hers. Butter melted over the peas, a dollop of sour cream and black pepper enlivened the potatoes. She'd take a bite, roll her eyes into the back of her head, tell him what a good idea it'd been to double the Worcestershire sauce in the main. When she asked for seconds he followed suit, even though he rarely wanted firsts.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Arthur cracked the oven door, welcomed heat into the room. The motion reminded him of a bow. He held the oven mitt as if it were Dream Girl's hand. "May I have this dance?" Nah, too formal. He wasn't approaching a stranger. He gestured with the glove again. "Would you like to dance with me?" That was better, closer to how a man would ask a friend. Straightening up, he smiled down at the face in his mind. "I'd love it if you danced with me. This is one of my favorite songs. Do you like it, too?"

Whether a waltz or cha cha, the steps themselves wouldn't matter. The simple nearness of her would suffice. He could almost sense the weight of her hand on his shoulder. The graze of her hair at his jaw. Fire in his cheeks forced him to pretend to study her feet while actually admiring her breasts. Giggling, she spun once on her heels and flew into his arms. The most beautiful sight he'd even seen. The most wonderful feeling he'd ever felt.

His fingers trembled at the small of her back. If he wasn't careful, she'd slip through them. Shrugging one shoulder, he shook his head. "Dancing with you seems like a dream."

Music wrapped around them, pressed them closer. No light passed between their forms.

Beam a billow of affection, she sighed and craned towards him. "Kiss me before we wake up."

Lips poised to capture hers, he bent to meet her, caress her silken-

"This is a song for all you lovers out there," the radio said. A pin prick breaking a spell, returning Arthur to a world of gold-flecked formica and solitude. "Whether you've found your special someone or are still searching, here's a cut for you tonight."

Ella Fitzgerald's mellifluous half soprano came to subdue the sting. He tore the foil from the tray, swaying and singing under his breath, hums replacing forgotten words. "...Shouldn't we fall in love...hearts are made of it...take a chance..." The song's opening made his mouth twitch. It encompassed all he desired, everything he'd just imagined. A trickle of what might be called hope quivered his belly. It couldn't be a coincidence.

Fork in hand, he settled on the stool at the breakfast bar. Pulled his journal across the counter and opened it. The negative thoughts he scrawled mornings, noons, and nights wouldn't knock him down. He grabbed his pen and scarfed a hunk of meatloaf. Grinned and nodded approval as he wrote.

"I met my new boss. I have big shoes to fill as a clown. I would love this job. I think a lot of peeple work there. It'll be eazier if I half money coming in - and I coud pay for a date! I'd like to meet my special someone. I wonder where she is a lot. Its so weerd but today everybody's thinking about it, so I'm just part of the crowd. I should write some jokes for her in case she works there, too."

~~~~~

Ella Fitzgerald - Let’s Fall in Love

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[roastedeel]

using a cheesy fiesta potatoes lid from taco bell as an ashtray because I'm so girly and feminine

[roboticsstuff]

"I Stole Your Heart" [Outlaw!Miguel x Shu] (Outlaw!Cars 2 AU)

...

Prologue

...

Spain is best known for flamenco dancing, Sangria, Bull fighting and its many fiestas. It is the largest country is Southern Europe and is mostly a Roman Catholic country. With a population of over fifty million inhabitants, and seventeen communities each having its own government, it is a widely diverse country.

It was somehow peaceful. It was a nice night in Spain, mostly people would go out for a festival, or parties. But someone was out walking after his day at College, as the kid of the Gonzales son heard the winds of Spain nippling through his veins and skin. He then looked at both sides of the street as he was ready to cross. He then heard footsteps coming up from behind him, he whipped his head around to see if anyone was there behind him.

But there was no one there. His trembling hands hovered just above his skin, his skin crawled and his bones rattled, his muscles screamed of a horror unseen. I feel fear in the hair on the back of his neck. He then crossed the street as he did, he then heard the footsteps again, but they stopped, he turned around then he started to feel more threatening, as he kept walking his eyes snapped open as he gasped.

He felt the most extreme pain in his chest. He slowly looked down at the blade of the sword as he looked horrified and teary eyed as he felt the red warm liquid coming out of his mouth as he looked behind him as he started to violently shake as he hyperventilated, but he knew that if he fought for his life it would be exhausting if he did fought the stranger. He then sighed and gagged and his breathing stopped as he fell to the ground lifelessly as he.

His eyes rolled up to the back of his head as his lids were shutting slowly, he then saw the stranger who stabbed him wearing a yellow-ish suit vest with white puffy sleeves, and he was wearing black gloves. He was wearing dark blue jeans with black cowboy boots with spurs but the jeans were covering them. He had brown golden hair, and he was wearing a hat that was black with an orange feather on it. He had green eyes.

His sword tightly clutched in his hand dripping with blood as he stared down at the helpless victim that he brutally killed. And he appeared to have a mask around his eyes as to make no one see him or who he was. Viscera spilled onto the ground. He then saw the light shining bright at him, he shield his eyes with his arm as it was time to go before someone caught him.

But he stared at the body once more as he glared at it, including it with a mirthless laugh.

"Buenas noches niño." He said with a grin. He then sprinted off into the night without a sound or anything to make anyone hear or see him, he was faster than a striking snake.

His name, his history, and his crimes. It was. Here he was. The outlaw Miguel Camino. Known for stealing jewels from museums, jewelry stores, and robbing banks.

He sprinted through the dark recesses of the city. No one could catch him, he was too fast, even if you could try to escape from him, he always got what he wanted. Always.

Then jumped his way up to the roof of the largest building of the world, to look at the city from a far view. He then knew he was missing something that he would want. But he doesn't know what he wants, he had everything that he wanted when he robbed or stole from other people, but he knows that he might need to steal it before anyone else would get it before him. Then he finally knew what he needed.

Miguel's eyes snapped open. "That's it," he said as he whispered to himself. "I'm in love! But I don't know who I would fall for..." He said in a somberly look as he dipped his head.

But he knew that it wouldn't stop him from capturing them if he needed to. Nothing will. And no one could. And he'll make sure of that. He stared off into the night sky as the constellations were shining so brightly. His green eyes were fixed on the sky as he glared at it. But he smiled bitterly as he chuckled.

"I'll find you my love..."

To be continued...

[howsimlish]

A flavorful and vibrant fiesta chicken dish cooked in the Instant Pot, perfect for those following a keto diet.

Ingredients: 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts. 1 cup chicken broth. 1 can diced tomatoes with green chilies. 1 bell pepper, sliced. 1 onion, sliced. 2 cloves garlic, minced. 2 teaspoons chili powder. 1 teaspoon cumin. 1 teaspoon paprika. 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder. 1/2 teaspoon onion powder. Salt and pepper to taste. 1 tablespoon olive oil. 1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro optional, for garnish. 1/4 cup shredded cheese optional, for garnish.

Instructions: Salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, chili powder, and cumin can all be used to season chicken breasts. Set the Instant Pot to saut mode. Put in the minced garlic, sliced onion, sliced bell pepper, and olive oil. Cook the vegetables in oil until they are soft. Season the chicken breasts and put them in the Instant Pot. Mix in the chicken broth and tomato chunks with green chilies. Put the lid back on the Instant Pot and set it to high pressure for 8 minutes. After the food is done cooking, let it release naturally for 5 minutes and then do a quick release. Take the chicken breasts out of the Instant Pot and use forks to shred them. Put the chicken back in the pot and mix it well with the vegetables and sauce. If you want, you can serve it hot with fresh cilantro and shredded cheese on top.

Sidney Fritz

[toshalarios]

Slow Cooker Fiesta Ranch Chicken

These wraps are perfect for a busy weekday lunch or dinner recipe- crunchy and fresh with the right amount of kick!

• 1 cup plain yogurt (or light sour cream)

• 1/2 Tablespoon avocado oil

• 1 Tablespoon warm water

• 1/2 teaspoon dried parsley

• 1 teaspoon onion powder

• 1 teaspoon dried chives (or dried onions)

• 1 1/2 teaspoons chipotle chili powder

• 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin

• 1 teaspoon minced garlic

• 1 teaspoon salt

• 1/2 teaspoon pepper

• 1 teaspoon crushed red pepper

• 2 Chicken breasts

Ranch Chicken Wraps

• 4 large whole wheat tortillas (or lavash flatbread)

• 1 1/2 cups spinach, chopped

• 1 medium bell pepper, thinly sliced

• 6-8 medium grape tomatoes, sliced

• 1/2 cup corn, cooked

• 1/2 cup beans, cooked

• 1 medium avocado, sliced

Instructions

• Mix together the yogurt, oil, and warm water in a medium bowl.

• Mix in the parsley, onion powder, chives, chili powder, cumin, garlic, salt, pepper, and crushed red pepper (optional).

• Place the chicken breasts in the slow cooker.

• Spread 2-3 Tablespoons of the homemade ranch sauce over the chicken (making sure not to dip the spoon back into the bowl of ranch to prevent contamination).

• Place the lid on the slow cooker and cook on high for 2 hours.

• When the chicken is almost done cooking, lay out each tortilla or wrap.

• Layer the tortillas with the leftover ranch dressing, chopped spinach, sliced bell peppers, sliced tomatoes, corn, beans, and avocado slices.

• Once the chicken is done cooking, use two forks to shred it into small pieces.

• Add chicken to each wrap.

• Roll each tortilla into a wrap and cut into halves.

• Serve and enjoy!

[crzygirlsguide]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Fiesta Twilight Blue Lid Cover for Individual Sugar Bowl 3 Inches Across.

[parboiled-rice-benefits]

How to cook perfect parboiled rice every time — fluffy grains, no sogginess

Parboiled rice, known for its enhanced nutritional profile and delightful texture, can be a staple in many households. However, achieving that perfect fluffy grain without any sogginess can be a challenge. Let’s discover the techniques for that perfect bowl of cooked parboiled rice.

Understanding The Benefits of Parboiled Rice

Parboiled rice undergoes a unique process that enhances its nutritional profile compared to regular white rice. It’s packed with essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants. This versatile grain is also known for its lower glycemic index, making it a healthier choice for many.

Before we dive into the cooking process, let’s briefly discuss the different types of parboiled rice.

Types of Parboiled Rice — While there are various types of parboiled rice, the most common include long grain, medium grain, and short grain. Each offers a unique texture and flavour.

Halder Venture Limited offers a diverse range of premium parboiled rice options

Superfine (6.1) — Semi-long grain Indian parboiled rice from eastern India. It becomes free-flowing and fluffy once cooked, and is suitable for daily consumption.

Unique (5.5) — Short-grain Indian parboiled rice from the middle-eastern part of India. Post cooking, it takes on a fluffy texture and sweetish flavour, filling your heart with joy with every mouthful.

Golden Delight — Premium-quality, super-fine long-grain Indian parboiled rice, originating from West Bengal, India. With its extraordinarily large grain and calming aroma, this is the highest grade parboiled rice available, making it the ideal choice for your celebratory meals.

Bengal Blossom — Superfine high-quality, long-grain Indian parboiled rice from West Bengal, India. With a beautiful subtle aroma and hard texture, it is known for its pearly white colour and high nutritional value.

Fiesta — One of the most popular premium categories of parboiled rice, from the eastern region of India. Long grain rice with a powerhouse of energy and a sweet taste, that you can save for special days.

Cooking Perfect Parboiled Rice

Achieving fluffy, perfectly cooked parboiled rice is a culinary delight. Here’s a simple guide:

Ingredients

Parboiled rice

Water

Salt (optional)

Equipment

A pot with a tight-fitting lid

Instructions

Rinse — Give the rice a quick rinse under cold water to remove excess starch.

Measure — Use a 2:1 water-to-rice ratio (2 cups water for 1 cup rice). Adjust for the desired texture.

Boil — Bring water to a boil, add rinsed rice, and salt (optional).

Simmer — Reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 18–20 minutes or until water is absorbed.

Rest — Let rice rest, covered, for 5–10 minutes to achieve fluffy grains.

Tips

Don’t overcook — This leads to mushy rice.

Fluff — Gently fluff with a fork after resting.

Experiment — Adjust water-to-rice ratio for desired texture.

Perfectly cooked parboiled rice that complements a variety of dishes.

By following these steps, you can enjoy your meals to new heights.

[hyperionferrison]

1983 Incoarte Kit de Fiesta Super Friends Party Cups

As you might expect, I get to poking around the interwebs and find all sorts of interesting stuff, generally with absolutely NO INFORMATION attached to them, so they sit idle in my brain. Other times, someone will post something to another group and I get just enough info from them to carry on. Occasionally, someone will message me directly with something they think I might enjoy and that’s the case with today’s item- a boxed party kit from Brazil (Or Argentina. Still not having any luck finding out anything about the company itself. All my searches come back with various footballers (That’s soccer for us North Americans.). ) featuring the Super Friends circa 1983, including a small sleeve of party cups still sealed.

The Body- The cups are still sealed in their clear plastic sleeve, which I like. They are extremely light and thin-walled, which actually surprises me because I’ve held paper cups from the same time-frame or earlier that feel sturdier to me. Nor are they very large, with each one capable of holding only around 4 fl ozs (about 118-120ml), maybe more but I couldn’t test them like I normally would without opening the sleeve.

The Lid- These didn’t come with a lid, so I’m going to talk about the box. The box actually arrived in pretty good shape, with a couple of rips in the front folds of the top (Something similar to a Happy Meal box now that I think about it.) that I put some tape behind to try and keep them from tearing any more.

The box looks like it’s pretty much a company standard item featuring all the various licensed properties they made party decor for. Popular themes in Brazil appear to have included He-Man, Thundercats, Strawberry Shortcake(I THINK. It’s a similar look, but not the Shortcake I remember.), Spider-Man, our Super Friends, and Bozo the Clown. There are a number of other panels I cannot identify, which I presume are South American characters/properties I’m just not as familiar with.

It is interesting to note that one photo looks like it includes representative pieces from various kits and the cups shown have a Curt Swan Superman image, rather than the Super Friends. I’ve included this in the database as a probable additional set option. More on that in the summary.

Art- The picture on the cup appears to be a fairly common bit of Alex Toth (I THINK? I could be wrong here.) Super Friends art featuring the four main heroes (Say it with me now- “Superman! Batman and Robin! Wonder Woman!”) before Aquaman made it the top 5. The colors are good, if a tiny bit faded, but what can you expect from a 40-ish piece of plastic that was expected to be thrown out. Printing is a BIT hazy, but overall not bad.

Summation-

So here’s the thing- I like that I’ve got this stuff. On the whole, they will make a very interesting display group. I’m a bit disappointed that the napkins are plain white, but that does appear to be consistent throughout all the images on the box and the very very few I’ve found on the net. I’m also fairly certain that I do not have a complete kit. The checklist on the side of the box (Written in Portuguese I believe.) contains many more line items than what I have pieces for.

I’m also fairly certain that I’ve got parts of two separate themes here- some pieces have a definite Super Friends feel to them and feature one or more of the four main characters. Other items are solidly Superman, giving me further evidence of at least that separate kit theme as well.

I’m giving this a 7 out of 10- mostly because it still exists, with points off to the incompleteness of the kit and the really flimsy material of the cups themselves. If you can find them, try and pick them up!

[vapehk1]

Switching It Up: A Guide to Mr Fog Switch Flavors

Get ready to dive into the swirling, twirling world of Mr Fog Switch flavors, where every puff is a passport to paradise! In this cheeky guide, we're flipping the lid off the colorful carousel of tastes offered by Mr Fog's Switch lineup. Whether you're a seasoned vaper or just dipping your toes into the flavorful fog, this guide promises to spice up your vaping routine with a pinch of humor and a ton of tasty tidbits. Buckle up, flavor adventurers, because you're in for a wild ride through the Mr Fog flavor wonderland! The Magical Mr Fog Flavor Spectrum The Mr. Fog Switch device is not just a vape; it's a veritable flavor festival in your pocket. Imagine a device that packs a punch with over 15 vibrant flavors ranging from the utterly outlandish to the joyously juicy. Let's start with a fan favorite, "Mango Pineapple." It’s like a tropical vacation for your taste buds, minus the sunburn. Then there's the "Blueberry Raspberry Lemon," a berry bonanza that'll make you pucker up and smile simultaneously. Every puff is like hitting the jackpot on a fruity slot machine! Each flavor is crafted with the sole purpose of sending your senses on an exhilarating roller coaster ride. The "Peach Ice" whispers sweet nothings to the peach lovers, offering a cool, icy finish that's smoother than a jazz solo on a summer night. And for those who walk on the wild side, "Mixed Berries" throws a party with every berry you can think of, and even some you can't. It’s a berry bash, and you’re invited! Why Switch? The Perks of Portability and Variety One of the shining stars of the Mr Fog Switch lineup is its commitment to convenience and variety. This device is as portable as your phone, slipping into your pocket with ease, and just as essential for many. The magic doesn't stop at portability; each Mr Fog Switch comes with a pre-filled tank and a battery that lasts longer than your average work meeting. Why settle for one flavor when you can switch it up at whim? The disposable nature of the Mr Fog Switch means you can enjoy a guilt-free flavor fling without the commitment. Feeling tangy one day and sweet the next? Mr. Fog has got your back, ensuring your vape routine stays fresh and exciting, like a soap opera for your taste buds but without the drama. A Deep Dive into User Favorites Let’s zoom in on what makes the crowd go wild. The "Cool Mint" flavor is like a refreshing breeze on a scorching day, revitalizing and crisp. It’s the breath of fresh air you didn't know you needed. Then there’s "Strawberry Banana," a classic combo where sweet meets sweet, creating a harmonious blend that dances gracefully across your palate. But it doesn’t stop there. Enter "Lush Ice," the clandestine love affair between juicy watermelon and a hint of frosty menthol. It’s a love story better than any blockbuster romance, with zero chance of a sad ending. These flavors are not just favorites; they're the life of the party, ensuring your vaping experience is nothing short of spectacular. Making the Most of Your Mr Fog Switch Experience Now that you're acquainted with the flavor fiesta that is Mr Fog Switch, here are a few tips to maximize your enjoyment. First, always ensure your device is stored properly. Heat and direct sunlight are as bad for your vape as they are for a pint of ice cream. Secondly, explore responsibly. While it’s tempting to try all the flavors in one go, pace yourself. Savor each flavor as if it were a fine wine. Lastly, engage with the community. Online forums and social media groups are teeming with fellow flavor aficionados eager to share their experiences and recommendations. It’s not just about vaping; it’s about connecting with others who share your passion for flavor exploration. Whether you’re a newbie or a vaping veteran, there’s always something new to discover with Mr Fog Switch, so keep your taste buds curious and your adventures flavorful! Conclusion Dive into the vibrant world of Mr Fog Switch flavors with this fun and comprehensive guide, exploring the diverse array of options from tropical Mango Pineapple to zesty Blueberry Raspberry Lemon. Discover the benefits of the portable, disposable Mr Fog Switch, perfect for those who love variety without the commitment. Delve into user favorites like the refreshing Cool Mint and sweet Strawberry Banana, and learn tips to enhance your vaping experience, such as proper storage and pacing your flavor exploration. Engage with the community to share insights and enjoy the colorful, flavor-packed journey that Mr Fog Switch offers, ensuring every vape session is as enjoyable as it is diverse. FAQs 1. How long does a Mr Fog Switch device last? Each Mr Fog Switch device is designed to deliver approximately 2000 puffs, offering a long-lasting experience without the need for refilling or recharging. The actual lifespan may vary based on usage patterns, but it generally provides enough endurance to satisfy the average user for several days. 2. Can I refill my Mr Fog Switch device once it runs out? No, Mr Fog Switch devices are not refillable. They are designed as disposable systems, which means once you've used up all the puffs, the device should be disposed of responsibly. This design is intended to offer convenience and ensure optimal performance throughout the entire use of the device. 3. Are Mr. Fog Switch flavors safe? Yes, the flavors used in Mr Fog Switch devices are generally considered safe for vaping. They are formulated with industry-standard ingredients including propylene glycol, vegetable glycerin, flavorings, and nicotine. However, as with all vape products, users should use them responsibly and be aware of nicotine's addictive nature. 4. What makes Mr. Fog Switch different from other vaping devices? Mr Fog Switch sets itself apart with its disposable design, exceptional flavor variety, and user-friendly interface. It does not require maintenance like charging or refilling, making it ideal for vapers seeking convenience and portability. Additionally, the device's strong battery life and high puff count exceed many other disposable vapes on the market. 5. Where can I buy Mr. Fog Switch devices? Mr Fog Switch devices can be purchased at various retailers including vape shops, convenience stores, and online marketplaces. It's important to buy from reputable sources to ensure authenticity and safety of the product. Checking online reviews and seeking recommendations from the vaping community can also help you find the best places to purchase. Read the full article

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