#bubble mints strain

[the-blunt-diaries]

I love chilly autumn afternoons in the sun

[hotmentransformed]

Undercover Agent

Edgar had always been the quiet type, the kind of boy who preferred the company of books to people. His fascination with the FBI began in childhood, fueled by late-night spy movies and crime novels. Growing up in a small town, his dream of becoming an agent seemed distant and improbable, but Edgar's determination never wavered. He studied hard, earned top grades at an Ivy League, and applied for every opportunity that could bring him closer to his goal.

When he received the letter offering him an internship at the FBI office in Washington D.C., Edgar couldn't believe his luck. He packed his bags and left for the U.S. capital, filled with nervous excitement.

His first day was a whirlwind of introductions, security clearances, and overwhelming awe at the sheer scale of the operation. He was assigned to the administrative department, a role that felt both thrilling and mundane.

Edgar's days were filled with menial tasks: sorting files, delivering messages, and making coffee runs. Yet, every interaction with the agents and every glimpse into their work only deepened his resolve. He longed to be part of their world, to contribute to something meaningful. His unassuming nature meant he often went unnoticed, but he observed everything with keen interest.

One afternoon, as he was delivering a stack of files to a high-security area, Edgar noticed a door slightly ajar. The sign on the door read "Restricted Access: Authorized Personnel Only." His heart skipped a beat. What secrets lay behind that door? His curiosity was piqued. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and then slipped inside.

The room was dimly lit and filled with an array of scientific equipment. Beakers bubbled, machines hummed, and shelves were lined with vials of various colors. One vial, in particular, caught Edgar's eye. It was a luminous blue, glowing faintly in the low light. The label read "Project Chimera: Undercover Agent Enhancement."

Edgar’s curiosity overwhelmed him. He picked up the vial and turned it over in his hands, wondering what kind of enhancement it promised. He imagined himself as a capable, confident agent, ready to take on the world. The thought was intoxicating. Before he could talk himself out of it, Edgar uncorked the vial and drank it down.

The cool liquid had a faint taste of mint, and he swallowed it down in one gulp. At first, nothing happened, and he began to feel foolish for having taken such a reckless risk. Surely he would be fired after they found the empty vial. But then, a warmth spread through his chest, radiating outward like ripples in a pond.

Suddenly, he doubled over, clutching his stomach as a wave of energy surged through his body. It felt as though every cell in his body was being recharged, filling him with a power he had never known. His muscles began to tingle, then burn, as they expanded and hardened. He watched in awe as his biceps bulged, the fabric of his polo straining to contain his growing arms. His chest broadened as dark hair swirled around, pushing its way from the bursting buttons. Each breath he took caused his pectoral muscles to swell and push against the confines of his shirt, threatening to rip it completely from his torso.

His legs thickened with powerful new muscles. He felt his posture straighten, his spine elongating as his back muscles pulled him upright. The once baggy clothes he wore were now tight and restrictive, seams straining under the pressure of his rapidly expanding physique. He could feel his strength increasing with every passing second, the awkwardness of his former self melting away to reveal a body that looked like it belonged to a professional athlete or a comic book superhero.

His vision sharpened, and he instinctively reached up to remove his glasses. He no longer needed them; his eyesight was now perfect, every detail in the room coming into crystal-clear focus. Edgar stumbled to a mirror on the wall, hardly daring to believe what he might see. The reflection staring back at him was almost unrecognizable. The once scrawny intern had been replaced by a tall, muscular young man with chiseled features. His face had changed too—his jawline was stronger, more defined, and his eyes, now a piercing blue, seemed to sparkle with confidence.

Edgar flexed his new muscles, feeling a rush of exhilaration. His biceps, triceps, and deltoids rippled under his skin, each movement revealing the power contained within his new body. He ran his hands over his chest and abs, marveling at the firm, sculpted muscles that had replaced his once soft and unimpressive frame. He felt invincible, every ounce of self-doubt and insecurity evaporating in the face of his newfound strength and confidence.

As he continued to examine himself, the door to the laboratory swung open, and a female service agent walked in. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in shock. There was a strange man who had broken into the FBI office. Edgar turned to face her, his new features displaying a calm assurance he had never possessed before.

"It's me, Edgar," he said, his voice deeper and more resonant than he remembered. "I... I drank the serum."

The agent's shock slowly turned to suspicion as she studied him. "You know this is a serious breach of protocol, right?" she said, her tone stern but not unkind.

"Yes, ma'am. But maybe it happened for a reason. Maybe I can help," Edgar replied, feeling a newfound boldness and blinding arrogance.

She looked him up and down, then sighed. "We do have a situation. There's a drug ring operating out of the Alpha Epsilon Pi frat at Georgetown, and we need someone to go undercover. They'd never suspect a new guy like you."

Edgar felt a thrill of excitement. He had the chance to prove himself, to show that he was more than just an intern. Now he was an undercover agent.

[gothamite-rambler]

"I hurt people like you to make him love me," Harley admitted.

Context: This idea ties into my headcanon that Harley Quinn is especially kind to Jason Todd and is eager to redeem herself in his eyes. Now that she's been accepted into the Outlaws, I think this connection helps her engage with the Batfamily more, especially since Jason is part of that world. I never liked that Harley often appeared with the Batfamily in fan art, while Jason was left out. If Batman can offer Harley a third chance, I believe Jason deserves that opportunity too. I love both of these characters immensely!

Harley Quinn and Jason Todd wind up stuck in an elevator that malfunctioned while the other search for the crook they're after.

Harley (pressing the intercom button): Hey lady, is the elevator gonna be working soon?

Intercom lady (bored): The repairman arrived ten minutes ago, he said to give it five or ten.

Harley and Jason waited for a response.

Harley (talking to the lady): Minutes, hours?

I.L. (checked out mentally): Maybe twenty.

Jason (muffling as he rests his head on his knees): Makes sense to me.

Harley (voice trembling with aggravation): You said that an hour ago!

I.L.: The guy got held up. He's here now, give him it time while I eat my salad.

Harley (sarcastically): Oh okay, great. Enjoy the salad!

Harley removed her finger from the button, fuming.

Harley (grumbling): Hope ya choke on it.

Harley glanced at Jason, who sat on the floor with his knees drawn to his chest, resting his head against them while clutching his gun in one hand. With a frown, she settled down next to him.

Harley: Ya okay, Jacey?

Jason (lifting his head up and rubbing his tired eyes): I'm fine, just tired. Stayed up late preparing for this mission.

Harley: Hey, if anything is wrong I am here to listen. No clipboard or pen, but I can still listen. I imagine being stuck in a confined space like this ain't the best feelin'. If ya worried, I will keep ya entertained. I can make animal sounds.

Jason (reassuringly): A space like this isn't what I would hate. I can move around in here. I'm not scared if you were you worried I was?

Harley: Eh, more concerned. I had a patient who was a big germaphobe, every time he would come in for a visit he'd come prepared with a can of Lysol, gloves, and a face mask.

Jason (chuckling): He'd spray everything?

Harley: Bingo. He'd rub hand sanitizer on his hands while wearing gloves, but he was nice. I never got help him so I make sure trauma victims are calm in stressful situations.

Jason: Why didn't you?

Harley (hugging her body): I got a job transfer to Arkham.

Jason (serious): Oh... Crap.

Harley: Mm, enough about me. I take the blame for falling for Joker's manipulation tactics for the last couple of decades-

Jason (sincere): Harley? Are you sure you're okay?

Harley (strained smile): I'm fine, Jacey. I've been stuck in confined dark spaces like this numerous times. Most times it was Joker using me as a pawn for Batman... other times it was because I made him mad. But... I'm not freaked out.

Jason: Yeah, well if you were freaked out, what would you as a former psychiatrist or therapist recommend?

Harley: Hm... chewing somethin' can distract your mind from stress. I have some...

Harley dug in her pocket and pulled out a pack of foil wrapped sticks of gum and some mints.

Harley: Bubble gum and wintergreen mints. They're safe. I bought them at the 7/11 last week.

Jason (smiling): Thanks.

He grabbed a stick of gum, and Harley followed suit, taking one for herself before placing the rest back in her pocket.

Jason (chewing gum): I'm not afraid of the dark anymore either, it's comforting sitting in the dark at times. I'll light a little candle and read when there's a blackout in town.

Harley: That's so old-timey, I like it. Bane said something about the dark, but he can be weird when talkin' about it. I always saw that when ya born in the darkness, awaken in it, ya more used to it... When ya woke back up does that count?

Jason (shrugging): Technically. All I remember is waking up in a strange liquid and it was pretty dark and being around Ra's... yeah that was dark, and some of the trainers I had were messed up... one locked me in a coffin one time to test if I could withstand it. Not fun.

Jason let out a dry chuckle. Harley scooted closer and gently patted his shoulder.

Jason (cont'd): If you don't mind me asking, you and the Joker aren't ever going to... You won't fall for his bullshit again will you?

Harley (plaintive smile): You know four years ago I would've debated on that question. Sayin' lies to myself like 'Puddin' might change someday.' I would shank someone to get him to love me... I hate to admit it but I loved this image of him I had in my rewired brain, but would I return to him? Not even if he shoved me in that joker toxin again. I'm tryin' to make some type of amends and cuttin' a man who never gave two shits about me was a start.

Jason: Hm, that's actually reassuring to hear. Seems you thought about it a lot.

Harley: I stay thinkin' about that and while I can't go back in time to fix my bad decisions that doesn't mean I have to stay there. Neither of us did.

Harley smiled softly at Jason who nodded while chewing his gum.

Harley (cont'd): Sorry I'm therapizing ya, can't turn it off and I know my opinion doesn't matter to ya... I'm glad that even with the years lost you became a better man. Ya aren't insane like me, that does come in handy when men try to flirt with me. I've got foaming at the mouth locked down. I mean this though, ya doin' well for yaself and that smile of yours could light up a room.

Jason smiled surprised.

Harley: There's the smile, not the cocky one.

Jason stifled a chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand.

Jason: You're not too bad at the whole therapy talk, sorry for... saying you slept with teachers to pass.

Harley: It's not a problem, ya realized it was a lie at least. I'm smart and insane and I kind of still like helpin' people. It's how I got Ivy and it's how I'll be friends with you.

Jason: Teammates.

Harley: Best friends.

Jason: Colleagues.

Harley (laughing): I'll take it!

Jason: Because it's one step closer to friends in your brain?

Harley: Exactly. Hey, want to see a trick?

Jason shrugged.

Harley popped the foil-wrapped piece of gum in her mouth and chewed for a few seconds. She stuck out her tongue eagerly.

Harley: Ta-da, the foil stuff is gone.

Jason shook his head while laughing.

Jason: All you did was chew the foil with the gum, that can't taste good.

Harley: Joker Toxin seeping through your veins changes ya tastebuds as well. This just feels like gum with glitter in it.

Jason: I want to disagree, but I do enjoy salt water now.

Harley (joking): Green goop is not something to fall into is it?

Jason rolled his eyes with a smile just as the lights in the elevator turned on and it worked again.

Harley: All right! Ready?

Jason: Yup, I'm glad you decided to hijack this mission.

Harley: Because we had a heart to heart?

Jason: That and you can wield a mallet.

Harley (smirked grabbing her weapon): You damn right.

The elevator door opened, Jason and Harley ran out, ready to fight.

[neesieiumz]

orange peel theory || a cherub’s apple drabble.

read full fic here

based on the trending orange peel theory. 1.3K WORDS

heart banner by @todorosie , orange banner by @cafekitsune

THE SUN SEEPED into the windows, dulled by the thin curtains around it. Even with that, it awoke you, your eyes slowly prying open. the first thing you noticed was the weight that kept you pressed up against a warm body. A smile threatened to form on your face, now hearing the soft snores of your husband beside you, as he kept you close. His large arm wrapped carefully around you, his hand resting upon your stomach. Where the love between the two of you coalesced.

18 weeks along, four and half months, yet everything had changed but stayed the same.

A long sigh left your lips as you stretched, your spine and other bones popping, releasing the air that gathered in between the crevices. Quietly, you pulled your husband’s arm away from you. It was a routine, you using your pillow, soaked with your fragrant as a cheap replacement to let him sleep some more.

Your husband is a tired, hardworking man.

Reaching for your drawer, you pulled out a thin nightgown to cover your naked body. As you shimmied into it, a shiver almost froze you in your tracks. Letting the dress fall onto your body, you pressed a hand against your swollen stomach.

“I know, I know, I’m hungry too, give me a second Peach.”

The two of you undoubtedly dubbed her Peach, ascribed to the day you found out you were with child. Kento had planted the said fruit tree within your private coven on the Orchard Grounds, next to the pomegranate trees you had planted for your family that had long passed. A sign for new things to come, for new things to grow.

Your cold feet slipped into your slippers, as you strode towards the door to your bathroom, and after a quick two minutes, your mouth now clean, as fresh as dew-misted mint. Slipping out of the bathroom, you no longer heard the soft snores but rather heavy breathing, indicating your husband was going to wake up soon. out of your room, into the office area. Before you knew it, you had finally slipped into the kitchen, to satisfy your and Peach’s desire for food.

A soft whistle left your lips as you glanced at the options in front of you, “what to eat… what to eat…”

A flutter of blinks, a pondering hum, and then a, “yeah, ice cream for breakfast sounds amazing Peach. You absolutely read my mind.”

However, just as you grabbed the sweet treat from the freezer, spoon and bowl in hand. It was inevitably swiped out of your hands. A whine left your pouty lips as you turned around, seeing the naked, hairy chest of your husband, his outstretched arm holding the tub of ice cream up and away from you.

“No fair, give that back!” you tried to reach, stretching up on the tips of your toes to give that back.

Low grumbles rumbled off of his chest, watching, in the corner of your eye as he shook his head. His other arm came up and around you, “what did I tell you about ice cream for breakfast, my love?”

You only pointed further, crossing your arms, “it wasn;t for me, It was for Peach.” you mumbled, leaning back into his chest.

He let off a low hum as he squeezed you slightly, to keep you close as he put the ice cream back before closing the top door fully. With a now free hand, it came up around you, holding you close as he began to just simply sway you. Heat bubbled at your chest, the warmth of his touch washed away all the contempt of being pulled away from your ice cream. You felt his neck strain, before giving you a long smooch on your cheek, before moving right to your plump lips. It was soft, easy but oh so delicious. He tasted mint, cool to the touch, evidence of him brushing his teeth before making his way out here. He was very adamant about dental care before kisses, especially with Peach growing within you.

Giggles left your mouth, spilling into the kiss, “good morning, Kento.” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering open to look at his closed ones

You felt him smile against your lips, before letting go slightly, “good morning, darling.”

A chill ran down your back at the sound of his morning low-tones, you ignored the way something pulsed within you. Instead, you turned around, his hands still locked together, now around your hips instead of your protruding abdomen, sliding your lukewarm hands up around his back, resting on his back shoulder blades.

“Anything you wish for breakfast?” he asked you, the two of you locking eyes, “except for sugar-filled ice cream?”

Another pout.

Kento saw your lips downturn, your mood souring slightly at the sound of his ban on ice cream, before a sigh left his lips, “okay, ice cream one hour after breakfast, and not too much.”

A squeal left your mouth, “yes,” you hissed, taking a step back to look at your belly.

The two of you decided on a breakfast that didn’t inspire a flare of nausea within you. A savory toast, with avocado, at least Kento’s will have it. You’re not a fan of the unsweet “fruit” and Peach is definitely not a fan of it either. So yours will simply have turkey bacon and egg on it. You also wished for vanilla yogurt, to hold you over until your ice cream treat, paired with your three favorites. While Kento cooked down the eggs and breads the two different types of toast, you wanted to help, grabbing a bowl, and putting different fruit within it, to chop up the French toast.

While chopping up the strawberries, after rinsing the blueberries, those were usually the two fruits you had with your vanilla Greek yogurt. Your eyes suddenly floated towards the bowl of oranges sitting right beside your husband, just as he was plating the two pieces of toast loaded with avocado, eggs, and bacon. His one plate, while yours was resting on the counter beside the oranges.

“Kento,” you started, “can you hand me two oranges, I want to add them to my greek yogurt.”

He hummed, confirming that he would. You thanked him, before continuing to chop up the last of your strawberries, wishing to sprinkle a little sugar on them before putting them in your bowl of Greek yogurt. Suddenly, you heard porcelain grating against the countertop.

Glancing down, you saw oranges resting on a small plate. They were peeled, and pulled apart as well, each slice resting on its curved, flat side, all facing the same way. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face, eyeing the mint garnish on the side of the plate as well.

“I didn’t ask for mint you know,” you said, picking up the plate and sliding them into the bowl, mint included.

“Whenever you have oranges with your yogurt, you inevitably have some mint leaves added to it,” is all he said, holding both plates in his hands.

Walking past you, he placed a short but sweet kiss on the top of your head, before walking towards the dining table. Your smile never went away as you mixed the fruit into the yogurt, before separating it into two different bowls and bringing it toward the table. Brown eyes landed on your walk, just as he placed the bowls down, taking two long strides towards you, taking the bowls out of your hands, before placing each other in their correct spots.

“Such a gentleman,” you teased him once more, taking your seat at the table.

The morning went as such, with such sweet memories and many more to come. Peach’s joy came out in bouts of kicks as you ate the Greek yogurt. The taste of the oranges with hints of mint came especially sweet to you, glancing at your husband who ate away at his food as well.

[two-white-butterflies]

post mortem | part five

Description: Six thieves gather hostages and lock themselves in the Royal Mint of Spain - a criminal mastermind by the alias of the Dragon manipulates the police to buy them enough time to print money. (money heist au)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader, and Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Rating: Mature 18+

series masterlist | part four

(BEL-AIR, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. COLE ESTATE.)

Alicent Hightower knew the price of fortune - all of the material things she had in this life was because of her hard work. She was born in a small village; Bohoniki. It was engraved in her mind that the only way that she'd escape poverty was to study hard. - and study, she did.

Studied so hard that her eyes were strained after a few years - and when the exam results came out - she was thrown away, casted aside for some hot-shot heiress that would probably waste the opportunity of going to college. That was the day that she vowed to work - to step on whoever's corpse it took to have what she wanted.

But she was a woman.

She always had to be a victim against other people's actions. She worked hard to get accepted into a new university, but she ends up falling in love with her Economics Professor. He was beautiful - with silver hair that went past his shoulders. She was enthralled with the way that the words spewed out of his mouth. She had three beautiful children with him - same in temperament, same in looks.

You could take a girl out of the cold, but not the cold out of the girl.

Sooner or later, she'd become the abuser too. She left her family for a businessman - a man that could provide the life that she desired - was it her fault? Partly, but now it's come to bite her.

"Aegon has always been a mischievous child. I don't know why - we always provided him everything that he wanted. Maybe, that was the reason - he had everything and nothing in this world made him happy. But stealing made him happy - he says that it excites him." Alicent cleared her throat, stirring her tea clockwise.

"- it's not the first time that the cops have knocked on my door." she chuckled bitterly, assuming that what had happened was a minor thing - a small shoplifting incident that would be fixed with a few hundred dollars.

"What Mr. Aegon Targaryen has done - is of a different level, Congresswoman. We'll need your help to get him back." Corlys smiled. The government airlifted him to USA the moment they found out about Aegon's identity. What they were doing needed to be stop - before it could become a precedence for other terrorists.

"Get him back? Is he lost?" Alicent joked again. Corlys' demeanor shifted, and he leaned back on the sofa. "He is a terrorist," he said bluntly, and the atmosphere slowly turned dull. "Is this about the PETA Organization again? He's a soft hearted boy," she reasoned and the man shook his head, placing a yellow file on the coffee table.

She quickly placed the teacup beside her - hands shaking as she reached for the file. "The Royal Mint of Spain: Currently Occupied by Terrorists." the headline read out, a picture of her son in the bubble beside the drawing. Her lips shudder, fingers touching the picture.

How long has it been since she's last seen a photograph of her son? Those chubby cheeks still remained, but his eyes were down-set and his eye-bags were more prominent. "This is not real, whatever game you're playing Inspector Corlys - it's not funny. Especially now that election season is moving closer." her voice turned stoic.

"I am afraid that it is not a game - The Government of Spain is losing money in their attempts to quell this act of terrorism. One of the accused is your son, and you will help us if you want to win the reelection." he threatened, placing the deal more bluntly - aware of how politicians could turn and twist narratives. "I can just deny his existence, there are no records that the boy is mine." Alicent's face suddenly turned cold.

Corlys resisted the urge to roll his eyes - the Congresswoman's poker face was as stupid as her platforms. "You and I both know that you're not going to do that. Parents love their children more than anything, even when they are the shackles that bind us." he stated, taking a nonchalant sip of his chamomile tea. Alicent breathes a sigh of relief, partly afraid of what they'd ask her to do next.

"How am I going to help you? In Aegon's eyes, I'm good as dead." she scoffed, unable to entertain the notion that her children still loved her. She didn't deserve their love, neither their time. "What year did you leave Spain, congresswoman?" Corlys inquired and her teeth burrowed into her lower lip. "Twenty-one years ago," she answered.

"Your son was 2-3?"

"4 or 6. I'm not sure," she replied - in a tone that told her that she still loved her children. "A little too young, but still old enough to realize that you abandoned him." he further explains, taking something out of a separate folder. He places it on the coffee table. In all bold letters, she could barely make out the outline of her son's name.

MY MOTHER, MY HERO By Aegon Matthew Targaryen

Her eyes trailed up - until she was staring deep inside of the Old Snake's eyes. She'll do everything it takes to save her son, even risk her political career.

(EIGHT HOURS INTO THE HEIST.)

"Is he going to be alright?" Rhaenyra couldn't help but inquire. She's only been around her brother as much as there were fingers in her hands, but she's grown to love him. She loves him the same way that a woman loves her son. The thought of him possibly dying - it didn't sit well with her. "There's a bit of bleeding, but Mysaria had it fixed." Daemon responded, and his niece raised an eyebrow.

"I thought we weren't allowed to use real names?" she placed a hand on his collar, straightening his zipper with rehearsed ease. "Force of habit," he shrugged while freeing himself from her grasps. It was impossible to stay sated around his niece - around a beautiful girl. When she came into his life - he rebuked her. He couldn't understand why his older brother would adopt his ex-wife's daughter.

Aemma cheated on him with a barber - now after she's died of Cancer. Viserys still loves her. Loves her more than he loves Daemon. He couldn't stand the girl, that's why he left for college - he'd rather live in another country than watch his brother play house.

"Does the Professor know that his son is bleeding?" Rhaenyra asked, staring into the camera - knowing that her father was watching from behind it. "He doesn't need to know, worst comes to worst, we'll need better medical care." Daemon took a sip of his cappuccino. "Does that mean that he's stopped bleeding?" she frowned and he shook his head. "Stop babying him, it's a fucking scratch." he placed the mug loudly on the ceramic table - carefully retreating into the halls before anything else happened between them.

Daemon prepared another cup of instant coffee, surprised to see Aemond cleaning his bandaged wound. "What are you doing?" his nephew sanitized the skin around the gash, Daemon takes a mammoth stride towards the window - watching the police prepare their camp around the Royal Mint. "Just because we're on the clock, doesn't mean that there isn't time for slacking off." he responded.

Turning to look at his nephew - whose attention was plastered back into that bleeding piece of skin. "I hope you don't mind, but I haven't told Volantis about this little injury yet." he pointed at the young boy and Aemond frowned. "Why would she need to know?" he acted oblivious, adding more fuel to Daemon's anger.

"You're clearly together," he gritted his teeth - voice full of envy. It was unfair! He fucked the girl first, but his nephew was reaping late game rewards. "We're not." Aemond responded bluntly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. "Explain to me why there's always a moaning contest in her room, then?" Daemon scoffed. "Is she always stretching? Watching a horror movie perhaps?" Daemon antagonized, watching his nephew throw a piece of cloth angrily.

"I don't care if she's learning pilates or watching fucking Annabelle. I just want to get my money and get out of here." Aemond could feel his patience running thin. "You wouldn't mind then, if I made her my wife?" Daemon smiled mischievously. Aemond was just about to reply, but Aegon suddenly barges inside the room.

"You have to look at what's happening outside. It's urgent!" the boy's panicked voice caught their attention. "What is it?" Aemond groaned - aware that he was unable to walk due to his injury. "Mother." Aegon whispered, and the room's atmosphere dulled.

(TWENTY-TWO YEARS BEFORE D-DAY.)

Alicent couldn't stand staring at her children. They'd cry all the time - and she couldn't stand their constant need for her attention. "Aemond please stop crying, I don't know what to do." she cried, holding her son close to her chest.

It was going to be four hours before her husband returned, and by then, he was going to be too tired to take care of children. It was unfortunate because he was the only one who knew what to do. Viserys was the only one responsible enough to maintain a home.

"He's probably hungry," Aegon peeked through the dark living-room. Alicent could feel more tears flow out of her irises. Her son needed milk, and she was too stupid to even think about that. "Yeah, yeah. Uhh Aegon can you please call Peepaw for me. I-I need help." she stuttered - ashamed of her stupidity.

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"You shouldn't have called me at this time, I had a sermon today." Otto scolded his daughter, removing his coat and placing it on the rack beside the door. "I didn't know what to do - the kids haven't stopped crying since their father left." she sobbed.

"I always told you that having children this young was a mistake. Imagine, you're only eighteen and you already have two-children? It is an abomination, Alicent." her father scolded, and she could only bow her head in the face of his criticism. She severely needed his help.

He reached for Aemond who was fussing in Alicent's arms. "I didn't have a choice, you told me that I'd go to hell if I didn't marry Viserys." she grimaced, and his dark glare returns. "Premarital Sex, Alicent. I couldn't allow you to sin." he gritted his teeth. His face softened, seeing the familiar figure of his favorite grandchild. "Aegon," he smiled before turning to his daughter.

"Go and rest, I will handle everything."

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[foodshowxyz]

Za'atar-Infused Labneh Blini Bites

Yields: Approximately 20-24 blinis Prep time: 20 minutes (+ labneh straining time, if making from scratch) Cook time: 15-20 minutes

Ingredients:

Delicate Blinis:

1 cup all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 cup milk

1 large egg

2 tablespoons melted butter

Za'atar-Infused Labneh:

1 cup labneh (store-bought or homemade - see note below)

2 tablespoons high-quality olive oil

1 tablespoon za'atar spice blend

1/4 teaspoon salt

For Serving (optional):

Fresh herbs like dill or mint

Thin cucumber slices

Instructions

Make the Blini Batter:

Whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt in a medium bowl.

In a separate bowl, whisk together milk, egg, and melted butter.

Gradually add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients, whisking until smooth.

Cook the Blinis:

Heat a nonstick skillet or griddle over medium heat. Lightly grease with butter or oil.

Drop batter by tablespoons onto the hot skillet, leaving space for spreading.

Cook until bubbles appear on the surface and the edges are set (about 1-2 minutes). Flip and cook for another minute until golden brown.

Repeat with remaining batter.

Prepare Za'atar Labneh:

While blinis cook, mix labneh, olive oil, za'atar, and salt until well combined.

Assemble:

Place a dollop of za'atar-infused labneh on each blini.

Garnish with fresh herbs and/or cucumber slices, if desired.

[operahouses]

Under  the  sultry  New  Orleans  sky,  in  the  year  1912,  the  air  thrums  with  the  infectious  pulse  of  live  jazz.  The  party  spills  out  onto  a  cobblestone  street  lined  with  gas  lamps  casting  a  warm,  flickering  glow.  A  brass  band,  its  members  dressed  in  crisp,  white  jackets  and  black  bow  ties,  commands  a  stage  set  up  against  the  backdrop  of  a  grand,  ivy-clad  building.  The  trumpet's  bold  notes  interlace  with  the  smooth,  soulful  strains  of  the  clarinet,  its  melody  dancing  through  the  balmy  evening  air.

Guests,  adorned  in  their  finest  summer  attire,  mingle  with  animated  chatter.  Gentlemen  sport  linen  suits  and  Panama  hats,  while  ladies  glide  in  flowing,  floral-patterned  gowns  with  wide-brimmed  hats  adorned  with  feathers  and  ribbons.  The  scent  of  magnolia  blossoms  mingles  with  the  aroma  of  cigars  and  the  occasional  waft  of  bourbon  and  copper.

Servers  in  uniforms  move  gracefully  among  the  crowd,  offering  glasses  of  chilled  champagne  and  tall,  frosty  mint  juleps,  their  silver  trays  glinting  under  lamplight.  Laughter  and  lively  conversation  create  an  ambience  of  joyful  noise,  punctuated  by  the  occasional  clink  of  glasses  and  the  rhythmic  shuffle  of  dancers'  feet  on  the  cobblestones.  Louis,  joined  by  his  companion,  Lestat,  sits  at  a  prime  front-row  table,  its  centerpiece  a  small  vase  holding  a  single,  elegant  rose.

In  one  hand,  Louis  entertains  a  flute  of  champagne,  the  bubbles  rising  in  a  constant,  delicate  stream,  sparkling  with  every  motion.  His  other  hand  rests  casually  on  the  table,  fingers  drumming  lightly  to  the  infectious  rhythm  of  the  jazz  band.  As  the  rhythms  pulse  through  the  air,  Louis  leans  toward  Lestat  with  a  shy  smile.

His  voice,  tinged  with  his  sweet  Creole  drawl,  murmurs,  "Y'know,  Les,  this  night's  been  good  as  gold  so  far...  Can't  help  but  think  it's  'cause  you're  here  with  me."  Thrumming  fingers  pause  only  to  inch  toward  Lestat's  splayed  hand.  A  discreet  brush  of  their  fingertips,  a  quiet,  private  display  meant  only  for  them.

@indiscrminately   ⟢ 

[friend-crow]

Hagging Out, May 2023: Infusions pt. 2

My first idea was to make Four Thieves Vinegar, which I find historically fascinating, and I thought might be fun to experiment with in spell crafting.

This infusion of herbs in vinegar was thought to prevent plague when worn on the hands, ears and temples. While this is unlikely, there is some thought that the use of wormwood could have acted as a flea repellent, which might have offered some limited protection.* I am doubtful, yet intrigued.

Originally I had planned on making a traditional recipe for it. Then I looked at the ingredient list for one and went, "I'm not tracking all of that down."

Instead I made a more modern version, using rosemary, sage, thyme, and mint (I considered throwing some wormwood in, since I have it, but decided I might prefer the version without for salads).

Due to lack of organization and time management skills, I failed to take my own recently stated advice on drying herbs for infusions, and given the time crunch, just wilted some for a few days. With the exception of the thyme, which my mom grew (my plant didn't survive last winter), I grew all of the herbs.

The traditional recipe called for white wine vinegar, but I didn't want to go buy that, so continuing in the spirit of just using what's on hand, I used apple cider vinegar, which I buy by the gallon. I'm lowkey obsessed with vinegar, so this is not the only type I have been known to buy by the gallon.

*source: wikipedia on the subject, which includes a recipe

I also wanted to try making rose water, since I have a rose bush in bloom. There's a couple of different methods, but I went with a simple one, in which you simmer clean rose petals in water until they lose their color, then strain.

I thought it would look nice in bubble tea, with the multicolored tapioca pearls I have. While the rosewater did turn out a beautiful color, it's basically flavorless, which is unfortunate as I have two jars of it. The vinegar, on the other hand, is already delicious, despite needing to infuse for another week or so.

[lilahaze]

"bleach damage"

i believe in bleach damage.

there's things that you're going to miss whilst one of your last high school friends sections your hair. the two of you hated your hometown: hated the places, the people and the twisted versions of yourselves that the old barn and telephone poles had brutally bashed and spat over the county line. she was to the barn as i was to the poles, strung up with live wire and bitterness. electricity mixed with spit carried me along the interstate. bloodied and bruised, she crawled back into the mouth of the barn and settled between the molars. there are limited ways to leave and even fewer places to go from here.

there's things that you're going to miss whilst the toner ferments: for one, your little brother's birthday. he's not as little as you remember. in fact, he is no longer little at all. rather, he stands five foot five and has started talking about beer, girls, bouquets of indica strains. you pulled back the blackout curtains, the hot sun aroar in lieu of years forgotten. he throws punches and wears your father's red face in spite of his tanned neck. it's not any worse than anything you have already missed.

there's things that you're going to miss whilst you drown in the ever-stained bathtub, blonde in the bubbles. you liked the high better when you shared it with the sheets of a twin bed. the mural melts from your bedroom wall, waves emptying into the gorge you were meant to abandon at twelve. someone beat you to yellowing the pillowcases. with a six-carat rock and flowers that outlived you, you pledged yourself to York Street with intent to abandon the reception. Polaroids serve as your form of recollection and justification.

there's things that you're going to miss whilst your head is set aflame: sizing down to mint-hued jeans and lip balms that are untalented, unable to build upon your numb lips. your nissan cannot reverse past iced exit ramps, cannot return you to age eleven, 2015: the date of your simultaneous creation. january found the honey hidden under your tongue yet was unable to love you, no matter how sweet naturally inquisitive girls of eighteen tase. february kissed you the way you wanted and left you with another justification for a packet devoid of film, inviting you to come live in her shabby house, to live with her and the girls. you traveled to and from the shabby house but ultimately preferred the shabbiness it bore, or rather the woman who owned it: a grandmother who yearned to be a mother again. sleepless nights became something of the present when you handed in your cheap daycare uniform, ironed and pinned, to the front desk.

there's things that you're going to miss.

your roots have grown out and sally's only accepts unrolled bills.

[deathmimedream]

Terzo as a drink:

The ‘He is’:

Fill a tall Collins or highball glass with ice

Add:

1/2 oz pineapple juice mixed with 1/2 oz Strega to the bottom of the glass

Shake,strain and pour the following gently over a spoon atop the ice to layer:

2 0z Butterfly pea flower tea, maraschino cherry liqueur, elderberry syrup.

Top with club soda, and garnish with edible purple flower petals, and a sprig of mint. Finish the garnish with a lemon wheel.

This drink starts out sweet, fruity, and bubbly, but has a bittersweet finish from the Strega-pineapple juice mix at the bottom of the glass.

@alastors-radioshow

[hexcoremagician]

@futureforged continued.

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗔𝗬𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗣𝗜𝗗. The strain to stop him? The way his muscles and tendons in his arms and bad leg protested the quick, hurried movements? Worth it. Because, yes, the bingo card thing had been a joke - but his feelings? The current bubble of "Hey, I love you, and no, not as a friend," that wells up in his throat is almost making him choke. His feelings are very, very real, and threaten to completely drown him in the intensity and depth.

They'd developed slowly, from the instant, bubbling connection of the first successful HexTech experiment, to the slow platonic intimacy that 12 years of partnership brought the two men, and then, finally, in the last five years of their partnership, romantic longing crashed into Viktor with what felt like the full force of gravity inside of his chest. He can't tell Jayce the exact moment he fell in love with him, just that one moment, Talis had stopped being an object in his celestial orbit, and became the fucking sun.

Viktor had not thought, in any case, that Jayce would reciprocate. It had been a possibility that he had deemed so illogical, so improbable, that in that brilliant mind of his, he never came up with a solution or plan if Jayce happened to feel the same, or he was open to exploring their dynamic further. And so now, all he can do is stand there, mind buzzing and alight with possibility.

The language of their partnership - and by extension, friendship - has always been touch. Viktor knows this. Jayce is very tactile and affectionate, with a grounding presence and even more grounding hands, capable of pulling all of the stress and worry out of Viktor's weary body like it was little more than fuzzies to pluck off of a sweater.

Lithe fingers now attempt to smooth right along Jayce's palm, trace some nonsensical shapes there, express affection in a way that is normally hard for him - touch isn't his strong suit - but the inventor hopes the other sees the effort for what it is. Viktor is the colder of the two, because of the fact it is harder for him to hold his body heat, and now, his fingertips must feel like ice, or a frigid, stinging brand. Or maybe he soothes. He isn't sure the touch is welcome - he feels like he's balanced on the tip of a pin with Jayce now -

The red face is intriguing, and yet, all of this is. He hasn't seen Jayce this nervous, this vulnerable before. The sigh is noted, and the way Talis says his name makes his pulse quicken. Damn him. His blood is pounding so loud in his ears, he almost misses it. Jayce's voice, admitting the most wonderful thing of them all: Whichever you want to take it as?

The grin, though unsure, does things to Viktor. The overwhelming urge to close the distance between them makes electricity move along his spine, warmth suddenly filling in his ribs and stomach. And Viktor suddenly can't take his eyes off Jayce, golden orbs dark, and he follows the way the other's tongue swipes across his lip.

Something new and feral, rolls in his abdomen. It's with this something that he's able to see when Jayce attempts to reach for the papers. His hand shoots up, makes it so that if he wants it, he'll have to reach, get closer. Do something.

"And if I want you to reciprocate?" comes the tease, head angling to the side, answering a question with a question, "To be serious? What then, Jayce?"

Viktor attempts to draw closer, hopefully so his nose can brush Jayce's, so the mint of his breath could fan the other inventor's face, "What. Then?"

[drinkvault]

Refreshing Citrus Mint Tea Perfect Twist for Any Gathering

Introduction: A Perfectly Refreshing Drink for Any Occasion Overview of the Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler Recipe Ingredients and Recipe Step-by-Step Recipe Instructions Serving and Presentation Tips Tips and Variations to Customize Your Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler Conclusion Enjoy the Perfect Refreshing Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler

Introduction: A Perfectly Refreshing Drink for Any Occasion

Nothing beats the simple joy of a refreshing drink that suits any occasion, and this Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler is designed to do just that. Whether you're hosting a summer get-together, relaxing on a warm afternoon, or looking for a festive drink that's light yet satisfying, this sparkler delivers a burst of bright, citrusy flavors balanced with the cool, calming taste of mint and tea. Easy to make and highly customizable, this drink can be adapted to fit your taste preferences and serve as the centrepiece for any gathering.

Overview of the Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler Recipe

This Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler combines the natural sweetness and tang of citrus fruits with the refreshing hint of mint, along with the richness of tea, for a sparkling experience that's as unique as it is delicious. The simple and flexible recipe allows you to try different tea bases and sweetness levels to create a drink that feels handcrafted just for you.

Ingredients and Recipe

Here's everything you'll need to create this refreshing drink: Ingredients - Two teaspoons of tea leaves (green tea or herbal tea works best) - One large sprig of fresh mint - 2 cups of pure water - Two tablespoons of honey or sugar (optional, to taste) - Juice of 1 lemon or orange (you can switch it up with lime for a different twist) - Tonic water or sparkling water (for that bubbly sparkle) - Ice for serving - Lemon slices and fresh mint for garnish

Step-by-Step Recipe Instructions

Follow these steps to make your perfect Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler: - Brew the Tea Base - Begin by steeping the tea leaves and fresh mint in boiling water. Let the mixture sit for 10-15 minutes to allow the flavours to infuse fully. Once ready, strain the tea leaves and mint leaves for a clear tea base. If you prefer a sweeter drink, you can add honey or sugar at this stage. Stir well to dissolve. - Add Citrus Flavor - Squeeze the juice of one lemon or orange into the tea mixture. Stir thoroughly to mix the citrus flavor with the tea. - Prepare the Glasses - Fill your serving glasses with ice, keeping the drink chilled and refreshing. Divide the tea and citrus mixture among the glasses. - Top with Bubbles - Pour tonic water or sparkling water over the tea mixture in each glass. Stir gently to combine but keep some bubbles intact for that refreshing sparkle. - Garnish and Serve - Add a few lemon slices and a fresh sprig of mint on top for garnish. This adds an extra layer of flavor and enhances the visual appeal, making your Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler look as refreshing as it tastes.

Serving and Presentation Tips

Presentation is key to making any drink feel extra special. Here are some serving ideas: - Serve Immediately: This drink is best enjoyed fresh, so serve right after preparing to keep the sparkle intact. - Glassware: Choose a glass that adds style to your presentation, like a highball or wine glass, for an elegant touch. - Extra Garnish: For a bit of extra colour, add a few slices of lemon, lime, or orange and a fresh mint sprig to each glass. You can even add some edible flowers for a festive look. Whether you're serving it at a casual family brunch or a more formal gathering, this drink brings a refreshing twist that's sure to please.

Tips and Variations to Customize Your Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler

One of the best things about this Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler is how easy it is to modify and make it your own. Here are a few variations to try: - Explore Different Teas: You don't have to stick with green tea. Try black tea for a stronger flavor, or use herbal teas like chamomile or hibiscus for a different twist. - Add a Splash of Juice: Enhance the citrus theme with a splash of grapefruit or lime juice for extra tang. - Try a Flavored Syrup: Sweeten and add flavour with syrup, like lemon or mint syrup, adding subtle sweetness and depth to the drink. - Infuse with Cucumber or Herbs: Add cucumber slices or a sprig of rosemary to the mix. These subtle flavors bring a refreshing twist and an eye-catching element to your presentation. Feel free to experiment with these ideas to create a unique drink that fits your style.

Conclusion Enjoy the Perfect Refreshing Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler

The Citrus Mint Tea Sparkler is a versatile, refreshing drink perfect for any occasion. Easy to make and love, it's a crowd-pleaser whether served at a casual family barbecue, a brunch, or even a festive holiday gathering. With just a few simple ingredients and some creative variations, you can adapt this drink to suit your taste, creating a unique beverage that's both satisfying and refreshing. So go ahead, try out this recipe, and delight in this refreshing citrus-mint sparkler's vibrant, zesty flavors. It's a recipe worth sharing, and you'll surely enjoy watching everyone savour each refreshing sip. Read the full article

[palanciacabinet]

The Foolproof Way to Make Jam at Home, According to an Expert

Preserving fruit at home can be a sticky and expensive process. Skip the stress and guesswork with this streamlined recipe.

By Jane Black -- Wall Street Journal

August 9, 2024

There is an undeniable romance to making jam. Three ingredients—fruit, sugar and lemon juice—plus heat transform excess into extraordinary and capture summer in a jar. It’s true alchemy. 

Except when it’s not.

Every few summers, I spend extortionate amounts of money on fruit at the farmers market, then pass a sticky day in the kitchen. The results are uneven: sometimes, a rubbery preserve; others, more a loose compote than a jam. Alchemy, per its reputation, is elusive.

This summer, I decided to apprentice myself to a jam master, Daniel Perry. I had picked up a jar of his Jam According to Daniel plum jam on a visit to Charlottesville, Va.; after tasting it I immediately went online and ordered a dozen more. 

These jams are magic: plush, with chunks of fruit and an intense brightness to balance the sweet. Perry, 39, first made jam during orientation at Hampshire College. In the weeks that followed, he made almost-daily trips to the campus farm to experiment. The next summer, he lucked into a job helping to make jam at a Charlottesville vineyard, where French jam legend Christine Ferber’s book “Mes Confitures” was the team’s bible.

Today, Perry turns out some 12,000 jars of jam a year and is a bit of a legend himself in the Charlottesville food universe. In a mint-green commercial kitchen in his basement, with the help of his wife and his mom, he stirs up small batches of the expected varieties��berry, peach, plum, apricot—as well as strawberry with a whisper of lavender, or yellow plum with calamondin, a ping-pong-ball-size citrus grown in nearby Stanardsville, Va. 

I arrived on a blistering July day full of questions and not a little anxiety. With Perry’s help, I mastered the fundamentals to perform some summer alchemy of my own.

Small Batch Rules 

With jam, small is all. If the pan is too full, the fruit will burn on the bottom before the water cooks out; the pectin (a natural fiber in fruits that helps jam thicken) will get bouncy. A copper jam pan, which conducts heat extraordinarily well and has a wide bottom, helps to prevent burning. (Find the one Perry likes—a very good value—along with other recommended tools, below.) 

The Right Ratio

Jam recipes vary in their ratios of fruit to sugar. Perry keeps it simple: 1 quart fruit, 1 cup sugar, ¼ cup lemon juice. 

No adjusting for high and low pectin, or the sweetness of raspberry versus rhubarb? That’s right, and it works if, like Perry, you’re after the essence of the fruit at that time. “The pursuit of sameness is not meaningful,” he said. “I want the jam to be consistently of quality. But I want it to express itself.”

Overnight Sensation 

Making jam is a two-day project: Prepare the fruit the first day and macerate it with sugar overnight. Mixing fruit with sugar helps break down the fruit’s cell walls and extract juice, essentially starting the cooking before you even turn on the stove. 

French Style 

For a plush texture, Perry recommends the French method: After fruit and sugar come to a gentle simmer, strain the fruit and return the syrup to the pan to cook on its own. This way, the liquid can concentrate without risk of the fruit burning or turning to mush. Jam sets at 220 degrees, but Perry often brings the syrup only to 217, which makes for a gloriously drippy consistency. Then he returns the fruit to the pan and cooks it until great, big bubbles appear.

Ready? Set? 

Many recipes recommend a fussy freezer test for doneness: Drip hot jam onto a spoon straight from the freezer, see if it clings. “There’s too much preciousness in craft food,” said Perry. He lets a drop of jam fall from a rubber spatula onto a room-temperature surface. If the drop resembles an old-fashioned gumdrop with high sides before collapsing, it’s ready. 

And so was I. A week after my morning lesson, I made a stress-free and, if I do say so, heavenly batch of apricot jam. Sweet.

The Right Tools for the Job

Practice makes perfect, sure. But so, it turns out, does having the right pans and utensils. These tools will help you up your jam game.

opper Jam Pan

Copper is an exquisite conductor of heat, which means you can cook the fruit for less time, retaining the flavor and preventing scorching. The wide bottom offers maximum surface area, and sloping sides catch boiling jam from spilling onto your stove. A 9- or 10-quart jam pan is big enough for most home cooks and will easily hold the four 8-ounce jars of jam this recipe yields. Daniel Perry recommends the excellent pots from French manufacturer Matfer Bourgeat, which are more reasonably priced than some competitors. Matfer Bourgeat 10-quart jam pan, $162 at Kitchen Restock

Clip-On Thermometer

A reliable thermometer will help you pull the jam off the heat at just the right moment. This version gets rave reviews and clips to the side of the pan. King Arthur Baking Company Candy Thermometer, $20

Y-Peeler

If you are peeling fuzzy peaches, this style of peeler with a fine-toothed serrated blade is a gamechanger. Swissmar Y-Peeler, $7

Stainless-Steel Ladle and Funnel

Hot liquids on plastic is a no-no, so use a stainless-steel ladle and funnel to pour jam into its jars. Winco 8-ounce Stainless Steel Ladle, $10 at Amazon; Stainless Steel Canning Funnel, $10 at Mason Jar Lifestyle

Find Your Jam

Even if you make a great batch, it’s still okay—recommended, even—to buy jam, especially from these talented American artisans.

Jam According to Daniel

Daniel Perry’s gorgeously loose jams are made from fruit local to the Shenandoah Valley. Damson, apricot and any fruit mixed with tart cherries are standouts. $12 per 8-ounce jar, or $10 each when you buy 12

Girl Meets Dirt

When Audra Query Lawlor moved to Orcas Island, Wash., she discovered her new home had a plum tree. With a harvest of 150 pounds of fruit, she taught herself to make jam. Her company, which still produces everything on-island, offers classic flavors with a twist, like donut peach with lime or Orcas pear with bay leaf. The tomato jam, served with soft cheese, is dreamy. 7.75-ounce jar, $14

Bonnie’s Jams 

Bonnie Shershow got her start in the late ’90s in Massachusetts before moving her operation to California to have the pick of the very best fruit. Her red pepper jelly or peach ginger jam will be the star of any cheeseboard. 8.75-ounce jar, $10

Corrections & Amplifications Daniel Perry’s jam ratio is 1 quart fruit, 1 cup sugar, ¼ cup lemon juice. An earlier version of this article incorrectly said 2 quarts fruit. (Corrected on Aug. 8)

Foolproof Apricot Jam

Apricots are one of the best fruits to make jam with thanks to their natural acidity and fragrance. Plus, you don’t have to peel them. If you have a copper jam pan, that’s ideal. But a wide-bottomed enamel or stainless-steel pot will work too. This small-batch recipe uses two quarts of fruit. You can double it but no more. Feel free to sub in peaches if they are easier to find than apricots. You will have to peel them, and the cook times may be a bit longer because of the fruit’s water content.

Total Time: 9 hours

Active Time: 1 hour

makes: 4 (8-ounce) jars

Scott Semler for WSJ, Prop Styling by Sean Dooley

Ingredients

8 cups washed, pitted apricots chopped into bite-size pieces (about 4½ pounds ripe or slightly underripe whole fruit)

2 cups granulated sugar

½ cup fresh lemon juice (from 3-6 lemons)

Directions

Place fruit in a large non-reactive container. Add sugar and lemon juice. No need to stir. Cover and refrigerate overnight or up to 24 hours to allow fruit to release juices.

Transfer fruit and liquid to a wide-bottomed, high-sided pan and set over high heat. Bring to a gentle simmer and cook until fruit has softened but is still holding its shape, 10-15 minutes.

Remove pan from heat. Use a slotted spoon or a colander fitted over a large bowl to separate fruit solids from syrup. You should have about 3 cups fruit and 4 cups syrup.

Return syrup to pan and bring to a strong simmer over high heat. Continue simmering until foaming subsides, 10-15 minutes. The bubbles will get fat and loud. Use a candy thermometer to test the temperature. If you like a looser jam, it’s ready when the syrup hits about 217 degrees. If you like it a bit firmer, wait until temperature hits 220 degrees.

Return cooked fruit to pan with syrup. Continue to cook over high heat, stirring regularly to prevent fruit from sticking, until jam is bubbling intensely and begins to “jump” out of pan, 10-20 minutes more. The sound of the bubbles will shift from a snapping to the sound of hand-clapping applause.

Check the jam to judge how well it has set: Stir jam and tap your spatula on the edge of the pan three times, until just a bit still clings to it. Hold spatula low over a room-temperature plate, and when a drop hits, look for it to stand up like a gumdrop before flattening out. When it does, the jam is ready.

Spoon jam into prepared, sterilized jars (or into unsterilized jars if you are prepared to keep it in the refrigerator). Seal jars according to manufacturers’ instructions. Jam in sealed sterilized jars will keep 1 year at room temperature.

—Adapted from Daniel Perry

[7spring]

How Can You Brew the Perfect Cup of Seven Spring's Chamomile Green Tea?

Brewing the perfect cup of chamomile green tea can be a delightful ritual that offers both relaxation and a myriad of health benefits. Chamomile green tea combines the soothing properties of chamomile with the invigorating essence of green tea, creating a harmonious blend that can be enjoyed at any time of the day. With a few simple steps, you can prepare a cup of Seven Spring's chamomile green tea that is both delicious and rejuvenating.

Understanding the Ingredients

Before diving into the brewing process, it’s essential to understand the ingredients and their benefits:

Chamomile: Known for its calming effects, chamomile is a popular herbal remedy for reducing stress, aiding sleep, and soothing digestive issues. Its gentle floral notes add a unique flavor to the tea.

Green Tea: Packed with antioxidants and nutrients, green tea is celebrated for boosting metabolism, improving brain function, and promoting overall health. The slight bitterness of green tea balances perfectly with the mild sweetness of chamomile.

Gathering Your Supplies

To brew the perfect cup of Seven Spring's chamomile green tea, you will need:

Seven Spring’s Chamomile Green Tea: High-quality tea leaves ensure a superior taste and more health benefits.

Fresh Water: Always use filtered or spring water for the best flavor.

A Kettle: Preferably with temperature control.

A Teapot or Tea Infuser: Ensures even steeping of the tea leaves.

A Mug: Your favorite cup for enjoying the tea.

Optional Add-ins: Honey, lemon, or mint, depending on your taste preferences.

Step-by-Step Brewing Guide

Boil the Water: The temperature is crucial for green tea. Ideally, the water should be heated to about 175-185°F (80-85°C). Bubbling water can sear the fragile green tea leaves, prompting a harsh taste.

Measure the Tea: Use about one teaspoon of Seven Spring's chamomile green tea per cup of water. Adjust the amount if you prefer a stronger or milder flavor.

Pre-warm the Teapot: Pour a little hot water into your teapot or mug to warm it up. This step helps maintain the water temperature when brewing the tea.

Steeping Time: Place the chamomile green tea leaves in your teapot or tea infuser. Leave the leaves too steep in the hot water for two to three minutes. Be careful not to oversteep the tea because doing so can make it bitter.

Strain and Serve: After steeping, strain the tea leaves and pour the tea into your mug.

Customize Your Cup: Add honey, lemon, or a sprig of fresh mint if desired. The flavor and health benefits of these additions may be enhanced.

Tips for the Perfect Brew

Quality Matters: Always use high-quality tea leaves like those from Seven Spring. The quality of the tea significantly affects the taste and health benefits.

Water Temperature: The correct water temperature is crucial for avoiding a bitter taste. Investing in a kettle with temperature control can be helpful.

Steeping Time: Stick to the recommended steeping time. Over-steeping green tea can release tannins, which cause bitterness.

Enjoying the Perfect Cup

Now that you have brewed the perfect cup of chamomile green tea, take a moment to savor it. The following are a couple of tips to improve your tea-drinking experience:

Relaxing Atmosphere: Enjoy your tea in a quiet, peaceful setting. The calming properties of chamomile can be best appreciated when you are relaxed.

Mindful Sipping: Take small sips and let the tea linger in your mouth before swallowing. This practice helps you fully experience the flavors and aromas.

Pairing with Snacks: Chamomile green tea pairs well with light snacks like biscuits, fruit, or nuts. The subtle flavors of the tea complement these snacks without overwhelming them.

Health Benefits

Regular consumption of chamomile green tea offers numerous health benefits:

Stress Relief: Chamomile is renowned for its ability to reduce anxiety and promote relaxation.

Improved Digestion: Both chamomile and green tea aid digestion and can soothe an upset stomach.

Antioxidant Boost: Green tea is rich in antioxidants that help fight free radicals and reduce the risk of chronic diseases.

Better Sleep: Chamomile is often used as a natural remedy for insomnia and can help improve sleep quality when consumed before bedtime.

Conclusion

Brewing the perfect cup of Seven Spring's chamomile green tea is a simple yet rewarding process. By following these steps and paying attention to the details, you can enjoy a delicious and healthful beverage that offers both relaxation and rejuvenation. Seven Spring Tea provides the highest quality ingredients, ensuring that each cup you brew is a delightful experience. So, the next time you need a moment of calm or a gentle boost of energy, reach for Seven Spring's chamomile green tea and enjoy the perfect blend of flavors and benefits.

[healthawareness888]

Cucumber Mint Gin Fizz: A Refreshing Twist 🥒🍃🍸

Introduction: Elevate your cocktail experience with the crisp and invigorating Cucumber Mint Gin Fizz. This delightful concoction combines the coolness of cucumber, the freshness of mint, and the zing of gin, creating a drink that's as refreshing as a summer breeze. It's the perfect choice for those who appreciate a touch of sophistication in their beverages.

Ingredients:

2 oz gin 🍸 1/2 fresh cucumber, sliced 🥒 A handful of fresh mint leaves 🍃 1 oz fresh lime juice 🍋 1 oz simple syrup (equal parts sugar and water, dissolved) 🍬 Soda water Ice cubes Mint sprigs and cucumber slices for garnish 🌱

Instructions:

1. Muddle Cucumber and Mint: In a cocktail shaker, muddle the cucumber slices and mint leaves to release their flavors. The back of a spoon can be used if you don't have a muddler.

2. Add Gin and Lime Juice: Add the gin and fresh lime juice to the muddled cucumber and mint. Shake well to infuse the flavors.

3. Sweeten with Simple Syrup: Pour in the simple syrup to add a touch of sweetness to the mix. Adjust the sweetness to your preference by adding more or less syrup.

4. Shake and Strain: Add ice to the shaker, then shake the ingredients vigorously until well-chilled. Strain the mixture into a glass filled with ice cubes.

5. Top with Soda Water: Top off the cocktail with soda water for a fizzy finish. The bubbles will add a refreshing effervescence to your drink.

Enjoy the Cucumber Mint Gin Fizz and let its vibrant flavors transport you to a world of refreshing sophistication! 🍹✨🥒

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Strawberry Rhubarb Gin Rickey

Ingredients:

Rhubarb Syrup:

1/2 lb (225 g) rhubarb, chopped

1/2 cup (120g) granulated sugar

1 1/4 cups (300ml) water

Cocktail:

2 strawberries

2 oz Rhubarb Syrup

1.5 oz fresh lime juice

2 oz ice-cold gin

Crushed ice

Instructions:

Make the rhubarb syrup. Combine all ingredients in a small saucepan and bring to a simmer.

Lower heat to a slow bubble, cook until rhubarb softens to a mushy texture - about 15 minutes.

Puree the mixture with an immersion blender or small food processor. Cool and refrigerate.

In a shaker, muddle strawberries gently.

Add ice, rhubarb syrup, gin, and lime juice.

Shake vigorously and strain into a rocks glass filled with ice.

Notes:

08/17/2023 - This was super easy to make! I added mint for flavoring but it would work well without it. The syrup was very simple to make and used simple ingredients. I'd never worked with rhubarb before! It was like extremely sour celery, but the syrup that comes out of it is a nice pink color. I would make this again, but in batches. Good for impressing. Could use a touch more gin, but that's just me...

Source: https://familystylefood.com/strawberry-rhubarb-gin-rickey/