#Raisins and digestion

[morethansalad]

Vegan Chocolate Tiffin

[swiiivet-screamathon]

"Here-ye, here-ye! Pick up some fresh olives! A salty punch for any sweet cookies diet!"

"Yummy wice cakes! Chewwy yummy!!"

"Hot cocoa to anyone who wants some!"

-

"Sigh, you've really got some good ideas Raisin, a faire is just what we needed right now."

"It helps to have such good ideas when in the company of such great cookies, Pure Vanilla."

"Haha, I am simply doing what I feel is right. Has the plan been working?"

"My crows have told me it is going off without a hitch, but I'm concerned about the longevity of the plan."

"That's understandable, I never quite intended it to be a long-term solution. Working out any kinks about a more permanent solution is proving tricky though."

"Making the victim feel like they were the perpetrator all along, it is quite the conundrum."

"May I be curious what the plan you're speaking of is?"

"Ah, Latte Cookie! Of course, it's no big secret. Some cookies have come to ask me for assistance with some of their friends, who for various reasons find it a struggle to ask for help, most dangerously in regards to food. So we've been setting up various shapes and forms of foodbanks to accommodate to each of these cookies unique struggles."

"Oh, that's simply awful! I hope these cookies can get the help they need, mentally and physically. Is there anything I could do to assist beyond donating a fair share of latte to these banks?"

"The donations would already be more than helpful enough, but we could perhaps take some advantage of your magical abilities, if you'd be willing to write up some ideas tonight."

"Of course, I'd do anything within my abilities!"

Much later

...

Beyond the line of the Cookie Kingdom's borders lay the Roll Cake Forest, where a couple cookies will venture out for various reasons. A large quantity of the inhabitants of the kingdom will go out to forage, to hunt or to simply explore; although most do it for fun theres one who finds themselves needing to do these activities to stay alive each day, one who does not feel themselves safe enough to ask the locals for assistance in daily necessities. But on one particular day it seems the branches and bushes gain a new aroma, and the rewards of their scavenging efforts yield more fruitful than ever before, seemingly for as many days as they need. One could assume that perhaps it was the blessing of a miracle, or maybe it was the consequences of someone's actions; but when starving for days and an obsession too strong, there is no option but to accept the graciousness.

In other news, some cookies who were struggling with some sort of survivors guilt or extreme anxiety also got some methods to get their hands on food without feeling awful, yay.

[balu88r-blog]

Soaked Raisins : ಬೆಳಗ್ಗೆ ಒಣದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಿ ತಿನ್ನುವುದರಿಂದಾಗುವ 6 ಪ್ರಮುಖ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಪ್ರಯೋಜನಗಳು, ಮಾಹಿತಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ ನೋಡಿ…!

Soaked Raisins – ಪ್ರತಿದಿನ ಬೆಳಗ್ಗೆ ಖಾಲಿ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೆನೆಸಿದ ಒಣದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಿ (soaked raisins) ಸೇವಿಸುವುದರಿಂದ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಆರೋಗ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಅಸಂಖ್ಯಾತ ಪ್ರಯೋಜನಗಳಿವೆ. ಇದನ್ನು ಆರೋಗ್ಯದ ಟಾನಿಕ್ ಎಂದೂ ಕರೆಯಬಹುದು! ಆಯುರ್ವೇದದಲ್ಲಿ (Ayurveda) ಶತಮಾನಗಳಿಂದಲೂ ಮಹತ್ವ ಪಡೆದಿರುವ ಈ ಪೌಷ್ಟಿಕಾಂಶ ಭರಿತ ಒಣ ಹಣ್ಣು (nutritious dry fruit), ದೇಹವನ್ನು ಆರೋಗ್ಯವಾಗಿಡುವ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಹಲವಾರು ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳಿಂದಲೂ ರಕ್ಷಣೆ ನೀಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಹಾಗಾದರೆ, ಈ ಅದ್ಭುತ ಒಣದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಿಗಳು…

[unkstaarwysbr]

Unveiling the Sun's Sweet Alchemy: A Playful Exploration of Fruit's Transformative Journey

In a whimsical and light-hearted Straight Dope Show, a delightful conversation ensues, centering around the extraordinary metamorphosis that befalls fruit when touched by the sun’s radiant embrace. The hosts regale listeners with their amusing encounters and observations, highlighting how sunlight can work its magic, altering the taste, texture, and even essence of nature’s bountiful harvest,…

[iamapoopmuffin]

I've never had an oatmeal raisin cookie because I refuse to eat anything with raisins in it.

Literally any other kind of oatmeal cookie? Delicious and delightful.

Since it seems to be starting discourse with my moots, I'm curious now:

Please reblog so more people can weigh in lmao.

[berryispunk]

Don't Let You Go

Frankie Morales x gn! reader

It started with a grocery store crash and a terrible first date but somehow, against all odds, it became the love that makes you stay.

The way you met your fiancé Frankie couldn’t have been more random.

You literally bumped into him in the cereal aisle. He was standing there, all broad shoulders and bedhead, squinting at the shelves like they held the answers to life’s great mysteries. You, on the other hand, were barely functioning—still red-rimmed behind your sunglasses, still swallowing the bitter aftertaste of your last relationship, and still in the oversized hoodie you swore you'd only wear inside. You’d left your apartment with the noble goal of buying anything that wasn’t instant noodles. That’s as far as the plan went.

And then—bam.

You walked straight into him.

“Oh—shit, sorry,” you muttered, stumbling back a step and steadying your sunglasses.

He looked down at you, blinked, then tilted his head like he was trying to decide if you were a real person or a hallucination sent by his subconscious to mock him for being indecisive over cereal.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and kind. “You, uh… hit me with the force of someone who just found out the milk went bad.”

You sniffled, trying to play it cool. “Worse. I found out my ex was sleeping with his ‘work wife.’ And apparently? I wasn’t even in the top five people who were surprised.”

Frankie let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Damn. You want to talk about it over a bowl of Cocoa Puffs?”

You eyed the box in his hand. “You were going to pick Cocoa Puffs?”

“I was considering it,” he said with mock seriousness. “It’s between that and Raisin Bran, which I swear I only like for the fiber, not because I’m over thirty and slowly decaying.”

You gave a weak, involuntary chuckle. “You can’t be sad holding Cocoa Puffs. That’s a scientific fact.”

“Exactly. That’s why I came here. Heartbreak and cereal. One of them’s easier to digest.”

There was a pause, awkward but somehow warm.

“You want to, uh…” He nodded toward the cart. “Team up? I’ll get the cereal if you grab the milk.”

You squinted at him. “Is that a pickup line?”

He grinned, all boyish charm. “Only if it works.”

And somehow, it did. You ended up talking in the parking lot for over an hour, cereal boxes sweating beside you in the heat. He made you laugh when you hadn’t smiled in days. You made him admit he sometimes talks to himself in grocery stores to feel less lonely. He gave you his number with a scribbled doodle of a cereal box and the words “emotional support snacks & other services”.

--

Your first real date with Frankie was... memorable. For all the wrong reasons, at first.

He was late—really late. The kind of late where you start double-checking your texts, wondering if you somehow imagined the whole thing. You sat there at the curb outside the little food spot he chose, scrolling through your phone like you weren’t half-convinced you’d been ditched. And just when you were about to call it, there he came—running across the street in the wrong shoes, hair a mess, breathless and apologizing with his whole body like he could rewind time if he said “I’m so sorry” enough times.

“I swear I’m not usually this guy,” he panted. “Well. Maybe a little. But not—not like this.”

You gave him a look that said you’ve got ten minutes to redeem yourself, and he smiled like he knew it.

And then—of course—the food place was horrible. Not even comically bad. Just sad. Soggy fries, music too loud, the kind of menu that tries to be everything and fails at all of it. You picked at your meal, both of you trying to act like you were fine, but the awkward silences kept stretching longer than the spaghetti.

But then, on the way back to his truck, it poured. Without warning, it wasn’t even forecasted. Sheets of rain, out of nowhere. You both ran for it, soaked through in seconds, laughing like idiots and slipping on the pavement. By the time you threw yourselves into his truck, dripping wet and breathless, something shifted.

He turned to you, rain still dripping from his hair, tracing down his jaw, his clothes clinging in all the wrong places—and somehow, he still managed to look impossibly handsome. Like a soaked golden retriever with those wide, hopeful eyes.

“Please don’t write me off yet,” he said, breathless, earnest. “I know this was a disaster, but I swear—there’s more to me than showing up late and picking a place with bad fries. Just… give me one more chance. Don’t blow this off before it even has the chance to be something real.”

You looked at him, really looked at him. Big guy, sure. Intimidating build. A jawline that could cut glass. But his voice? Gentle,honest. A little scared. He wasn’t trying to impress you. He was just asking you to see him. And somehow, that was enough.

The next date was the one that got you.

You parked out near the cliffs by the beach, where the town’s lights looked like fireflies in the distance. You sat on the bed of his old truck, wrapped in hoodies and too many layers, talking for hours. About everything and nothing. Music. Movies. That weird dream you had once that still makes you think. He didn’t try anything. Not even when you leaned closer. You felt the way he held back—how hard he was trying to be good, to be respectful. You respected him more for that than anything.

He got a good night kiss, soft and slow and just a little trembling when he dropped you off at dawn. And you were already falling—head over heels—for this man who looked like he could ruin you, but instead made you feel like you mattered.

It didn’t take long to learn he was fragile underneath all that calm. The things he’d seen. The things he’d done. His time serving had left scars, even if he rarely spoke about them. But when he did, it was in those quiet, vulnerable flashes that left your heart aching. He didn’t believe in himself much. Didn’t think he was anything special. And God, that hurt you.

So you tried—clumsily but fiercely—to show him how beautiful he was, even with all the cracks. Especially because of them. You told him the cracks let the light in. And he believed you, sometimes. That was enough.

You fell fast. It was messy and a little reckless. You signed the lease for your first flat together just weeks in. It was small and smelled like paint and coffee and hope. He asked you to marry him one night, tangled up in sheets, skin still warm, everything feeling too good to be real. And you said yes without thinking. Everyone warned you it was too fast.

You didn’t listen.

You moved into that tiny beach apartment with the leaky faucet and the crooked blinds, always a little messy—like the two of you. Clothes left on chairs. Takeout containers that stayed a day too long. Hair in the sink. Socks with no match. Two lives crammed into one, with all the noise and beauty that came with it.

And now?

Now it’s real, hard sometimes.

Because love is one thing. But living together—merging routines, wounds, moods, habits—it’s a whole new kind of intimacy. The kind where you fight about dishes and then kiss ten minutes later because someone said something dumb that made you laugh. The kind where his PTSD wakes him up and your anxiety keeps you up, and somehow you still hold each other through it. The kind where love isn’t always soft—but it shows up.

--

It was one of those nights when everything just paused.

The waves rolled in like a lullaby against the sand. You hadn’t meant to end up out here—barefoot, wind-tousled, sitting on the tailgate of Frankie’s truck parked just off the beach road. But after the long day, after the tension and the silence that followed one of those small, sharp fights that didn’t mean much but still stung—it was where you found yourself.

You didn’t need to talk anymore. Not tonight.

Instead, you reached for him. Gently. Like you were afraid to spook whatever fragile thing was opening up between you again.

Your hand found his—fingertips trailing up his arm, across the faded fabric of his shirt, to cup his jaw with a kind of reverence you weren’t even sure you meant to show. But you did. You always did, with him.

And that’s when Frankie’s breath caught.

Like you were holding something sacred.

And maybe, in a way, you were.

He leaned into your touch like a man starved for softness, like the world had always demanded he be hard and quiet, and you were the first one who’d ever said—you can rest now—without saying a single word.

His lashes dipped briefly, overwhelmed by the tenderness in your eyes, but he didn’t look away. He couldn’t. Because if there’s one thing he knows now—it’s that he never wants to miss the way you look at him when you’re sure. When you’re steady. When you still choose him, despite everything.

His hand found yours where it rested on his chest, then traced down slowly until his thumb brushed your ring. That modest little thing you both picked out more with hearts than wallets, when everything was still new and terrifying and breathtaking all at once.

Frankie twisted it gently between his fingers, eyes dropping to where it caught the last light of dusk.

“I’m gonna buy you something better one day,” he said quietly. “Something that shines like you do. You deserve nothing but the best.”

You shook your head, a soft breath of laughter caught in your throat, and reached up to cradle his face between your hands.

“I’ve already got everything I need,” you murmured, straddling his lap on the truck bed, knees bracketing his hips as you leaned in closer, forehead to his. “You. This. That ring? It’s not about the size. It’s about who gave it to me.”

Your thumbs brushed the stubble along his jaw as you looked at him—really looked at him. And in the fading blue of the evening turning into night, with the sky swallowing the horizon and the world going quiet around you, Frankie looked impossibly soft.

Vulnerable in a way he rarely let anyone see.

And God—you were sure you’d never seen anything more beautiful.

He held your gaze like it anchored him.

“What’d I do,” he whispered, voice thick and low and rough around the edges, “to deserve hands like yours on me?”

It wasn’t doubt, not really.

It was wonder.

A kind of awe that always lived right under his skin when you looked at him like that—like he was more than his past, more than his mistakes.

He lifted his hand again, fingers brushing your wrist, slow and reverent where your pulse beat steady beneath skin. Just to feel it. Just to know.

“You steady me,” he said, barely louder than the ocean behind you. “Even when I don’t know what the hell I’m doing—you make it feel like maybe I can figure it out.”

Then, that small, tired smile you loved. A little crooked.

“God, I love you.”

His voice cracked just slightly at the end.

“So damn much.”

And when you leaned in, when your lips found his again, he didn’t rush it. Didn’t deepen the kiss like a man trying to take—he received it. Held it. Let it wash over him like grace.

Let the way you were loving him rewrite all the ways he thought he was too broken to be loved like this.

thanks for reading 💌

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[cakeisnotpie]

A year and a half in ...

Realized it's been a while since I updated ya'll on my Ozempic journey.

For the newbies, I started taking Ozempic a year and a half ago to get my AC1/blood sugar under control. Had been trying all kinds of restrictive diets along with pills and the damn number wouldn't come down anywhere near even the high end of normal.

So my doc suggested we start Ozempic. Since my goal wasn't weight loss but diabetic maintenance, we started at a .25 dose and very, very slowly worked my way up to my current dosage of 2.5 (which is considered a maintenance dose and, thus, doesn't have all the restrictions of getting the prescript refilled like higher doses).

For reference, most people start these drugs on a 5.0 and go up to a 7.5 pretty quickly. My friend has been on three different ones now and has had to stop them because of all the side effects like, nasty digestive issues and aching joints.

Anywho, I've been blessed to not have any major side effects and my AC1 was at 5.7 the last time I had it checked. I can't express how amazing that is. They've taken me off my blood sugar med and my blood pressure has dropped so they're talking about taking me off that pill as well to see how I do without it. Honestly, it's like this drug was made to fix my specific issue. Yes, I still have to eat a balanced diet, but it's everything in moderation, not that "cut all sugar and carbs and fruit and ..." bullshit I was trying to do before (which is not sustainable, trust me). If I'm craving a cinnamon roll, I get a cinnamon roll, eat some of it, then save the rest for later. Mostly I eat a lot of girl dinners with fruit, nuts, raisins, meat, cheese, olives, hummus ... I'm really into grazing right now. And I exercise, get on the treadmill six days a week and talk the doggo for walks in the afternoon.

Have I lost weight? I'm down 75 pounds or 4 dress sizes. I average about less than a pound a week, but I'm slowing down and I'm perfectly fine with that because I can fit in an airline seat now and can wear all my cute belts again. I've been buying clothes that are more fitted and feel much better in terms of my knee pain.

Am I still fat? Yep. I was a LARGE woman to start with and I probably still register as obese under the stupid charts they have for freakin' BMI etc. But I don't care. I can keep up with the family when we go on vacation/trips and I bought the cutest new tankini bathing suit with sharks on it to wear to the beach this year.

Will I be on Ozempic for the rest of my life? Yes, because I'm a diabetic and it keeps my AC1 under control so I can live healthy and be around to spend time with my kids and friends.

And that's enough for me.

[reality-detective]

Did you know that raisins can fight infections and reduce fever in children⁉️

Raisins are known to have powerful anti-bacterial properties for fighting infection and reducing fevers in children!

They are also high in fiber, which is great for digestion.

Raisins can be added to any meal or snack and are a great way to add sweetness without adding extra sugars.

Raisins are a great way to get your daily fruit intake in.

Step-by-Step :

1. take about less than an 1 Oz and soak them for an hour

2. Mush them in a paste and you're done.

And give it to your child whenever he’s having a fever 🤒

AlternativeMedicine 🤔

[deceit-and-knowledge]

( ooc: aww c': at least Healer and Light are getting along..! It's really sweet he recognised him..! I hope his stomach ache gets well soon... And hopefully such a sudden strong intake of food after such a long time starvation won't have adverse effects... I wonder why he calls him Master though? - Umbrella Anon )

h: *turns on washing machine* ...ugh...I hate this condition sometimes.. I'm a guest in the vanilla castle and I stain the sheets already.. I can't do anything right...

[....master it's fine.....he'll understand...]

h: bold of you to assume I'm telling him! I'm already embarrassed enough about this condition.. it's messy and gets everywhere.. ..I even ruined a batch of raisin bread.... Black raisin cookie of all cookies had to witness that fiasco!..

..but hey um..... Why do you call me master again... I probably forgot haha..

[....habit...]

h: ah. Makes sense!

[....ow....]

h: your stomach..?

[...yes....]

h: hm... whenever I have a stomach ache I usually either drink some herbal tea that assists with digestion.. or lie down on my stomach and pray the divines save me from my suffering! <- mood af

[dottie-mcveigh]

“There are 68 ceiling tiles.” Dottie recited to herself, enunciating carefully. “There should be seventy but one and two halves have fallen out.”

The klaxon blared once. The industrial fluorescent light on the ceiling clicked and tinged as it turned on— left end, right end, then bleeding into the middle.

She stood up and began stretching. Starting the day with a simple forward spine roll. _Touch-a your toes!_ as her eccentric gymnastics coach when she was five used to say. The accent somewhere Eastern European and the common jersey dialect.

Smoothing down, fingertips against the cement, then flat fingers and her palms, sweeping her hands back to her ankles and holding loosely as she finished extending her back to its full potential. Orange curls tangling in matted knots dripping onto ground.

The slot at the bottom of the door opened, and the familiar sound of metal scraping against the cement as the breakfast tray was shoved through.

She continued with her stretching routine — the breakfast was already cold anyway.

A slice of toast, barely browned, no butter. A metal cup of milk. A scoop of cold oatmeal sprinkled with raisins…? Eugh. No. It was burnt again. The milk looked sort of blue. Not Star Wars blue, but the watery white blue colour of cheap, diluted milk.

Star Wars. She remembered seeing that in the cinema when she was a teenager.

Or had she been a kid, barely in elementary? It had come out in 79, surely she hadn’t been born yet?

There were six movies. No, nine now. Four five six, one two three, seven eight nine. And they thought she was the crazy one.

Forty-five minutes for digestion. Plenty of time to take the wooden comb and attack the masses of her hair, trying to comb it into some semblance of order. And a worryingly long time spent staring at the wall lost in thoughts of a much better life.

Standing against the wall, pressing her palm against the concrete at the height of a barre. Left side. Foot in first position. Tendu— devant, a la second, derrière. Humming the classical piece — probably Tchaikovsky — that her ballet mistress had always preferred.

There was nothing quite like barre work to focus one’s mind.

[dr34my-g1rl]

simple breakfast ideas 🎀

loaded toast

(or rice cakes)

fried egg avocado, salt, pepper, + chia seeds nut butter + banana nut butter + honey + cinnamon

parfait

base: plain yogurt / kefir or unsweeted applesauce or chia pudding (chia seeds + milk + honey / maple syrup, let sit overnight) note: try fruit (fresh, frozen, dried) + granola, nuts, seeds, raw coconut

eggs & veggies

one of the best ways to have veggies, protein, and healthy fat for your first meal of the day

loaded oats

soaking oats overnight makes them easier to digest (enjoy hot or cold) get your protein and fat by loading with toppings note: try ground flaxseed, cinnamon, walnuts, raisins, and sea salt

smoothie bowl

pour your smoothie into a bowl and top with fruit, granola, cereal, nuts, seeds, coconut, nut butter, honey, etc note: chewing helps your body recognize that you are eating food

fruits & nuts

fruit (fresh, frozen, or dried) + nuts or nut butter frozen bananas are tasty with almond butter & granola

leftovers

a very under-rated breakfast food note: it is okay to break the "breakfast food boundaries"

meat patty

(prepped and stored in freezer) compliment with fruit, veggies, or breakfast potatoes

on the go

prepped energy balls granola bars (just be cautious of added sugar) smoothie / protein shake fruit

[ruminate88]

Dealing With Digestive Issues After Being In Emotional Turmoil:

11/28/24

I’ve had digestive issues off and on since covid and let me tell you about my journey and give advice. During covid, I started with burning in my stomach/esophagus and tried to see a doctor but they wanted to do a video call visit not an in person visit and all they wanted to talk about was “covid”. I felt I wasn’t getting any help AT ALL and started diagnostics on my own…. (Which isn’t always wise but sometimes you have to)

I treated myself as if I had an ulcer cuz of the symptoms and I lost random weight all at once. I knew nothing about digestion health or emotional abuse. As treating myself with an “ulcer” sure, I got a little better but randomly at times the symptoms came back. YEARS I’ve struggled to know truly how to manage my body…. I’m still a work in progress!!!!

Just in the last 3/4 months, I’ve found women’s digestive gummies with probiotics AND I started eating more fiber. HUGE DIFFERENCE in my body. Theeeeen, last week I ran out of the gummies and thought I would be ok till I got more…. Wow, immediately I struggled again over the weekend 😮 So, no I have to live on probiotics for right now.

stress also hurts you physically. You can’t just eat all junk. You have to eat good proteins and fibers. Avocados and Peanut butter are super hard to digest although they are delicious lol I love both and sometimes I let myself indulge but sometimes I pay for it too. 🫤

In the show “Everybody loves Raymond”, Robert says his ex wife gave him “Spastic Colon” which is basically IBS… but it shows him chugging down Pepto bismol and I gotta be honest…. That stuff does NOTHING but make it harder to use the bathroom and it turns your tongue black often if you drink too much. (Back then maybe probiotics wasn’t popular) You only have heartburn when you keep eating food that won’t digest correctly… pay attention to your body!!!! Nausea also accompanies when you can’t digest your food. Don’t eat too much fiber that will also hurt you but eat a healthy amount. Some cereals like Raisin Bran has fiber and also having black beans with a meal helps too 😜

Your soul, mind and body are one. When you’ve been in emotional turmoil for so long, your body is reacting to your emotions and it worries!! Trust me!! Please take care of yourself and digestive issues are just ONE of the health issues you encounter when you’ve been in emotional turmoil for so long ❤️‍🩹 (I was with 3 different partners) Hope this helps! You’re not alone!!

Digestive Issues symptoms? Mostly feeling overly full, heartburn sometimes, can even have a hard time swallowing if your esophagus is raw, cramps, nausea, struggles to use the bathroom normally, sluggish and feeling no energy. Also, BEWARE; heartburn can disguise itself as hunger so you’ll keep eating. Being thirsty can also make you think you’re hungry. Drink LOTS OF WATER! Lower your caffeine and junk food intake. You’ll see a big difference in yourself. Keep active! Even walking around your house more or walk outside on your street. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 All the best to you!!

oh AND carbonated drinks… really hard on your esophagus. I gave up drinking soda pop altogether and I’ve seen a change there. 👍🏻 Years ago I was a heavy Mountain Dew drinker but that stuff is sweet poison!! It’s sooo bad for you 😝😝😝😝

[sunday-halovian]

*In about half an hour, Aventurine pushes Sunday's door open, carrying a tray topped with squares of chocolate tiffin.*

*The blonde has been careful to use digestive biscuits to pack some extra nutrients into the squares, as well as adding dried cranberries and raisins. The chocolate icing is dark, probably hinting at a large portion of its primary ingredient.*

I'm back! Turns out I didn't use the oven after all~ *Aventurine giggles to himself.* Sorry it took so long! I wanted to wash all the dishes I used.

*He places the tray on the side table, lifting up a couple squares with a spatula and placing them onto a plate before handing it to Sunday.*

You know, when you said you might not have everything, I still had a lot to work with! Some things I've never even seen before, it was interesting~ The kitchen is so pretty, too! So large and spacious... *Aventurine seems to notice he's rambling, clearing his throat and setting the spatula down on the tray beside the tiffin.*

Anyways... let me know what you think~!

~ @aventurine-official

[As he came in, Sunday was lying down, a hand over his eyes as he tried to focus on other things. He sat up as he was handed the pate.]

It is a manor in the dreamscape. Were you expecting it to be small?

[He took a bite before giving a nod.]

[lboogie1906]

Michael Babatunde Olatunji (April 7, 1927 – April 6, 2003) was a drummer, educator, social activist, and recording artist.

He was born in the village of Ajido in southwestern Nigeria. A member of the Ogu people, he was introduced to traditional African music at an early age. His name, Bàbátúndé, means ‘father has returned’, because he was born two months after his father, Zannu died, and he was considered to be a reincarnation. His father was a local fisherman who was about to rise to the rank of chieftain, and his mother was a potter who was a member of the Ogu people. He grew up speaking the Gun (Ogu/Egun) and Yoruba languages. He was groomed to take the position of chief.

When he was 12, he realized that he did not want to become a chieftain. He read in Reader’s Digest magazine about the Rotary International Foundation’s scholarship program and applied for it. His application was successful and he went to the US in 1950.

He received a Rotary scholarship in 1950 and was educated at Morehouse College. He was a good friend of Glee Club director Dr. Wendell P. Whalum and collaborated with him on a staple of the choir’s repertoire, “Betelehemu”. After graduating from Morehouse, he went on to New York University to study public administration. He started a small percussion group to earn money on the side while he continued his studies.

He composed music for the Broadway theatrical and the 1961 Hollywood film productions of Raisin in the Sun. He assisted Bill Lee with the music for She’s Gotta Have It.

He was known for making an impassioned speech for social justice before performing in front of a live audience. His progressive political beliefs are outlined in The Beat of My Drum: An Autobiography. He toured the South with Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. and joined King in the March on Washington.

He performed before the UN General Assembly. He was one of the first outside performers to perform in Prague. On July 21, 1979, he appeared at the Amandla Festival. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Oh! Do you want this raisin bun strawberry Cookie? The village kids gave it to me, but I can’t digest raisins… and I don’t want it to go to waste… **offers the bun** it’s alright if you don’t! — Rime Dragon Cookie - aka bird anon

"oh! T-Thank you..!" *She takes the raisin bun, adjusts her hoodie a bit and begins to eat it*