#but i am so stuffed with the bad omelete that i did my best to eat almost all of it
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oh god, dinner has made me so queasy
that was NOT a great time holy hell
#speakizys#i wanna go eat something else because the texture+flavor of that omelete was really off#but i am so stuffed with the bad omelete that i did my best to eat almost all of it#so now i'm just miserable and queasy
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I got my tickets for MCR back! I am so glad. I really hope they continue to stay safe in my account. I changed all my passwords but I don't know what else I can do to keep them safe. I wish I had physical tickets. But it is fine. It will be fine.
I had a better day. I am still not feeling good inside. Emotionally. I just feel low. Bad. But I tried my best to push through that. And in pushing through that I had a really productive studio day.
I didn't sleep very well. I couldn't get comfortable. My sinuses were so dry. My body just felt wrong.
The sun was right in my face when I woke up. I was not thrilled. I was happy that James was still home though. When I got home I went and turned the shower on and wandered down the hall to find James finishing the second coat of paint in the baby room. It's such a beautiful shade of blue. James said they hope the baby likes cool tones. They better!!
I finished getting washed and dressed. I felt a little disjointed. A little all over the place. But I was trying. So after I made the bed, and reorganized the outfits I chose for the rest of the week, and then headed to the studio.
James was making me breakfast, and themselves lunch. And while they cooked I was in the studio cutting out bears.
I had a wildly productive making day. I got 25 bears cut out. And worked on pinning frogs and tadpoles together. It was just a really good making day.
I would get a few done by the time James hady omelet done. I came to sit in the kitchen with them. Sweetp was being annoying and had to keep being removed from the table. We tried opened the backdoor! But he was just trying to steal my eggs! Rude.
I would go back to the studio. And was finishing up the last bear as James was getting ready to leave. I had been working for about two hours at this point. It was nice just knowing James was in the house. But they had to leave. They gave me a smooch and headed out into the world.
I would not leave the house today. Instead I continued to work.
I took a little break after I finished that last bear. I made sure everything was pinned up and put away. And brought Ruby the Roomba to clean up the room. I had spent another hour after James left pinning the frogs and filling their limbs with beans which of course I spilled all over so it was good to get everything vacuumed up. It was funny watching Ruby make crop circles in the carpet though.
I laid upstairs for a bit. Just watched videos and chilled. This was when I found out that I got my MCR tickets back and I was so excited and happy. I was still struggling mentally, but at least this was fixed.
I spent a lot of time just hanging in bed and watching videos. But once James told me they were done painting that wall and weren't going to do another coat I would go and take the tape down and put the furniture back.
I truly love the color and I decided to hang one of my collected quilt wall hangings up and I think it looks so lovely. I plan on hanging a mirror on the other side to make a fake window. But that will happen later. No rush there.
Once the baby room was put back together I went downstairs to put a pizza in the oven for dinner. An early dinner since I didn't actually have lunch.
While the oven was preheating I had Ruby cleaning the living room while I got some of my bears (and a few new bunnies!!) arms stuffed and ready to sew down.
Once the pizza was in the oven I finished all the sewing. I got 9 finished and ready for faces. I felt so productive. And my pizza was basically done too. Amazing.
I did slightly burn myself into the pan but it was fine. I let the pizza cool and tidied up my sewing stuff and eventually cut the pizza and ete and was feeling good.
I finished all the faces. I realized I am basically completely out of my favorite eye size so I decided to order just that size this time. I am not 100% sure I got the size right, because it's in millimeters. But I think I got it right. And those should be here before the end of the month.
I would take a shower after that. I was trying hard to feel alright. I would get dressed in jammies and fed all the animals. I had a cupcake and started the dishwasher. I decided to finish stuffing the plushies I made today, and then would unstuff a few of them to try doing a half beaded style. Just trying some new stuff. It was nice to feel like I really got a ton done today.
Now I'm just hanging out upstairs. I am tired. My body is tired. I am feeling a bit stressed about the field trip I'm leading tomorrow. The teacher reached out and didn't tell the parents to come early to get oriented and I'm very worried. But I am also just hoping it will work out and everything will be okay. Fingers crossed for sure.
I just hope it's a nice last field trip of the year, because I hate how stressed I am feeling over it.
I hope you all have a good night. James should be home in the next couple hours. And I will feel a little better once they are.
Tomorrow me and James are going to have a little date night, going to dinner and then seeing a play. I'm really looking forward to it. I hope you all have a good day tomorrow too. I love you all. Goodnight!
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I Should Sleep With You More Often (Sam x Reader)
Sequel to Works Like a Charm where Sam and Reader finally get together. It’s a very fluffy piece, with a little bit of late night breakfast making and a surprise kiss.
special thanks to @literaryhedgehog cause this wouldn’t have happened without her.
Hello?”
“Hey, I can’t sleep.” Sam’s voice comes over the phone, getting straight to the point with frustration.
“And you’re calling me about it? At 3 am. I could have been asleep you know.” You huff into the phone, pinning it between your chin and your shoulder.
“Were you?” She asks, and you can almost see her eyebrow quirking up.
You look down at the frying pan where you were about to pour your egg-cheese scramble. “No. But still.”
“Don’t worry, I appreciate the irony of the situation,” she says, with an attempt at humor. “can I come over?”
“Sure. You can split my omelet.” You hum, your tongue poking out as you make sure the entire omelet landed on the plate instead of the floor.
“Omelette?” Sam asked, sounding amused. “I thought you weren’t supposed to --”
“Eat anything after 9 pm I know, I know. But I woke up and was hungry, and couldn’t just ignore it to fall back asleep for two hours. I had to eat something or I was going to get nauseous.” You interrupted her, waving your hand dismissively.
“What?” Sam asked entirely confused.
“You know that feeling, where you’re like, so hungry that you get kind of nauseous?” You tried to explain again.
“No…” She trailed off.
“Oh, well it’s the worst. I like to try to eat something before it gets too bad because otherwise, the food won’t do anything. Anyway, I made enough you can have half of it, just let me know when you get here so I can send down the elevator for you.” You said, whipping your hands off and walking towards the door.
“I’m actually just parking,” Sam’s voice came sheepishly over the phone. In the background, you heard the unmistakable sound of her car being locked. She always insisted on clicking the lock button twice so it would beep, like she didn’t trust it to lock the first time.
You shook your head and left your apartment to buzz her into the building. “You’re telling me that at 3 am, before even checking to see if I was awake, you just decided to come to my apartment because you couldn’t sleep?”
“Yes?”
“You’re insane,” you said, hanging up the phone as the elevator door opened to reveal her tall frame.
She ruffled the hair at the back of her neck, grinning. “I knew you would be awake?”
“Bullshit.” You led the way back to your apartment and grabbed two plates from the cabinet. “You want soy milk?”
“What?”
“Soy milk. I’ve got vanilla or dark chocolate.” For some reason, soy milk helped reduce the insomnia nausea more than anything else most days. Still, the omelet smelled amazing.
“Um sure, vanilla please.” She shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. Vanilla was for the weak.
You pulled out both cartons and two glasses, before cutting the omelet in half and handing her a fork.
“Don’t I get my own plate?” Sam whined, cutting off a piece of the Omelet and popping it into her mouth.
“People who come barging into my apartment at 3 AM have to share with the host. Unless you wanna do dishes?” You raised your eyebrow at her, pointing your fork in her direction, smirking when she emphatically shook her head no.
She quickly changed the subject, avoiding your eyes as she ate. “So how are you liking your apartment, it’s new right?”
“Yeah, I moved in four months ago, you know when I suddenly got traded to North Carolina,” you said, a very bitter edge in your voice. How Mark could let you leave the thorns you would never know, but at least Hinkle was retiring.
You took another bite “So why couldn’t you sleep? At camp, you’re usually snoring like a freight train by now.”
Sam paused mid-bite, fork in the air. She looked like she was debating how to answer then, stuffed her last piece of omelet in her mouth. “I donb snowe.”
“You totally do. Rose even sent me the video evidence if you wanna see it,” you smirked, standing to go get your phone.
“No!” Sam jumped up and you sprinted across the kitchen to get out of her reach, grinning. “You really don’t have to do that, it’s not a big deal.”
“Oh, but I really don’t mind,” you taunted, starting for your phone before Sam tackled you. Well, it wasn’t a tackle so much as a grab, but she had a good foot and a half on you, so same difference really.
“Put me down. This is highly unnecessary,” you sputtered, laughing from Sam’s shoulder. “I’m not supposed to exercise within an hour of bed. My therapist would be unhappy with so much activity.”
“Yeah cause eating an Omelette at 3 am is totally something she would approve,” Sam rolled her eyes, as she tossed you onto your couch.
“Lies and slander. I won’t get the alleged snoring video, but seriously. Why are you here?”
Sam sighs, and slouches onto the couch next to you, dropping her head into your lap. You smile down at her, liking this new angle. While you certainly didn’t mind being the baby of the team, it was kind of nice to do the petting for once.
“I don’t know,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows.
“You were never a good liar. It’s why everyone catches you when you try to pull pranks. I hear it helps if you talk about it,” You murmured, using your thumb to smooth out the crease that formed between her eyes.
“Fine, I couldn’t sleep because I kept having nightmares. It felt like, I was tossing and turning for hours, and then every time I dozed off, my brain came up with these fucked up images. Like, silence of the lambs shit. I could sell some horror film director the plotlines and make bank, I’m telling you. And since Rose and Wilma moved out, my place has felt so empty. It felt like, the panic attacks I used to have before games. When I had to always bring a bag with me to hyperventilate into before I could get my mind on the game.”
You frowned. “I don’t remember that.”
“Once you became my bus buddy I didn’t have that problem. You got me out of my own head with fun word games and stupid jokes. Remember that time you gave me the sentence ‘The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog?’ You kept grinning telling me to stop stressing out, it would be alright, to just guess a letter.”
“Because whatever you guessed would be right.” You hum smiling down at her.
“You couldn’t take that shit-eating grin off your face, you jerk, but like, it helped me stop second-guessing myself. Sitting on the bus with you, I’ve never felt more calm going into a season. And so I just thought. It’s dumb but I hoped coming here would help.” She shrugged.
“It’s not dumb Sammy. You help me sleep too. Why do you think all the vets insist I sit with you?” You said softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Because you used to fall asleep literally everywhere and they hoped I could get across the aisle and catch you before you hit your head?” She giggled and you snapped her shoulder lightly.
“Wow. Thanks.” You said in a monotone, “Or maybe it’s ‘cause you’re my favorite teddy bear.”
“If anyone is the teddy it’s you. You’re like half my size,” She giggled.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you muttered, playfully pushing her head off your lap. “Come on you giant.”
“Where are you going?” She asked, allowing you to pull her to her feet.
“To go grab you a toothbrush and a fresh pillowcase for the bed.” You said, your tugging getting a little more insistent. You really wanted to get to sleep tonight. You had been so good lately (ignoring the random omelet you cooked tonight).
“Oh, um. I was hoping we could just watch television on your couch and I would fall asleep,” Sam rambled, eyes wide. “I mean, not that I mind, but I didn’t want to like, invade on your--”
“Just come up to my room. It’s no big deal, it’s large enough for both of us, and I honestly don’t think that couch is even big enough to fit you. Besides, maybe it will help you sleep to be on a mattress actually purchased in this century.”
“Hey, I like my mattress!” She grumbled indignantly, crossing her arms.
“You flip it twice a month because it keeps forming an indention where you’ve slept!” You said exasperated. That sleepover had been a terrible idea and you stood by that. At least your bed didn’t spit out feathers when you turned over too fast.
“Well, I. um. No comment.” you hear her say as you go to take your turn in the bathroom.
When Sam gets back from brushing her teeth you’ve done everything except turn out the lights. You look up from your side of the bed as she pauses in the doorway.
“Is this… Welcome to Night Vale?”
“It helps me ignore my thoughts. Can you get the lights please?”
You had to replay the podcast the next day after Sam left. You couldn’t remember anything after “Wednesday has been canceled due to a scheduling error” because within moments you were asleep.
*****
You thought that sleeping with Sam was only supposed to be a one-night thing, but it wasn’t. One night turned into two, which turned into the two of you usually crashing at each other's places.
If you were being honest, it was the best sleep you had ever gotten. It was nice to have someone there to hold onto, to protect you from the bad dreams. The problem was that your feelings were edging past the line of friendship, and you had no idea what to do about it.
It started with a team party you both went to, where Sam offered to be the designated driver. After she dropped everyone else off, you told her she might as well stay the night at your place since it was already so late and she did. And you both slept great. And then you had your usual Saturday spa night the next night, and you were several shots in and it wouldn’t have been responsible to drive home. And you both slept a solid seven hours.
Not that Sam was a magical cure to your insomnia. You still had nights where your brain was like a train running off the rails, unstoppable no matter how hard you tried. Yet, having her there helped. She made sure blue lights went off when they were supposed to, and your late-night breakfast-making was kept to a minimum. AND after the first few nights, you realized that she was amusingly clingy in her sleep. Which meant that occasionally if you woke up and tried to get out of bed, she would sleepily grab you and hold you in place murmuring about whatever was happening in her dream. Since you couldn’t get up you had to just lay there, which normally might have been boring, but with her was amusing as you listened to her rambling state of consciousness.
You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really needed to get your shit together and just ask her out. But what if she said no, and you lost your cuddle buddy? That would suck royally, and if you lost your bus seat it might completely curse the USWNT.
“Alright, I can practically feel the steam coming out of your ears, spill,” Sam groaned, rolling over and throwing an arm around your waist.
“Isn’t it weird?”
“What?”
“Time. Like someone decided that seconds were a thing and a certain number of seconds equaled a minute and there were a certain number of minutes in a day. Like someone just decided it was a thing, and everyone went along with it and now we all have to plan our lives around this arbitrary system. I wonder if that asshole realized that people would use it to put kids in detention and force them to cram so they could regurgitate facts in a specified amount of his made-up system. And like the Romans made a Calendar and the Mayans did one too…” Your rambling was cut off by Sams’s soft lips touching your own in a quick peck before she collapsed back into the pillow. “Just blame capitalism babe.”
You stared at her for a minute, shocked, before she bolted upright. “SHIT. Sorry, I just. I forgot to ask for consent. I just forgot--”
“I consent, yes, more of this please,” you said, leaning over to kiss her again. Your hands cupped her cheeks and her fingers tangled into the baby hairs at the back of your neck.
After a few minutes, Sam broke off the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. “Um, wow. You know, I’m not sure this is helping you get to sleep, love.”
You smirk, biting your lip and straddling her hips before you lean in to kiss her again, slowly. “You’re the one who said you needed to sleep with me more often.”
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Chapter 5-Rockin it in Pewter City
Here is the next chapter! We’re finally getting into some interesting battling here with the first gym battle!
Special thanks to my beta reader aegagrusScholarship! Thanks so much!!
Enjoy!!
By the time Neth and his team made it to Pewter City, the sun had already started to set and the gym was closed for the night. So, they made their way to a Pokémon Center to stay until the gym was open again.
“Ah!” Jasper sighed, stretching on the foot of the bed. “Never thought sleeping on a bed would feel so cozy.”
“You mean you never slept on a bed before?” Morgan asked, sinking into the soft bed. Jasper shook his head in reply. “Well. I love sleeping on beds, it feels warm, safe and cozy.”
“Easy for you to say.” Amber replied. “You said you're from Prof. Oak’s laboratory, right?”
Morgan nodded. “That’s right.”
“That means you know all about the comfort lifestyle.” Amber said.
Morgan chuckled nervously. “Well you're not wrong. Living with the Professor was nice. He made the best food, we had time outside, but...” he paused to take a deep breath. “There were times where I just wanted to leave the lab.”
“Why?” Jasper asked.
“Well.” Morgan started. “I never got along with many of the Pokémon at the lab. There was only one who was nice to me, but most Pokémon avoided me or I was too much of a wimp to talk to other Pokémon.”
Jasper and Amber looked at one another, both reaching a wordless agreement that Morgan was completely wrong about being a wimp.
“Well, you don’t look or sound like a wimp to me.” Jasper reminded him. Morgan looked up at the other two, confused.
“You’ve been talking with us just fine.” Amber added.
Morgan was surprised, not having realized that he was interacting well with his new teammates. He blushed in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his head with his vines. “I-I never noticed.”
“Maybe because you’ve already adjusted to traveling, so you didn't notice.” Neth said, exiting the washroom in his pajamas and a towel in hand. He threw the towel to the side, and sat down on the bed. “Alright, we’ve done enough training, and now we should get some sleep for the gym battle tomorrow.”
Morgan, Jasper and Amber nodded, then settled down at the foot of the bed. Neth yawned and got under the bed sheets, and before shutting the lights off, Neth took one last look at his team, who had already fallen asleep, and gave them a smile.
The following morning, Neth and his team went to the dining hall to grab themselves some breakfast before they took on the gym. There were pancakes and omelets for the humans, and a mix of different berries for the Pokémon.
Neth grabbed a plate of pancakes and an omelette for himself, and three plates of berries for his team. His Pokémon started to dig in as soon as he'd brought the food to their table.
“This is good!” Jasper sighed, his mouth stuffed full of berries.
“Slow down.” Neth warned. “You don’t want a stomach ache before the gym now, would you?”
Jasper shook his head, swallowing the food in his mouth before he continued, eating much more slowly than before.
“You know, it would be nice for Peridot and Kunzite to join us.” Morgan suggested, looking at the two Pokéballs on Neth’s belt.
Neth swallowed his food and looked at the Pokéballs as well. “I know, but cocoon Pokémon don’t eat.”
“But can they battle?” Jasper asked.
“They can.” Neth replied.
Jasper jumped up and cheered. “Awesome! We got this battle in the bag!”
“Not so fast.”
The Rattata flopped back down, confused.
“After breakfast, I need to get you guys checked up before we take on the gym.” Neth informed his team, who all groaned in reply.
Once breakfast was finished, Neth headed on over to Nurse Joy and got his team checked up. It didn’t take long before the nurse returned with a smile on her face. “Your Pokémon are doing well and healthy!”
“Thanks Nurse Joy!” Neth beamed.
“However,” She started. “I did check up on Bulbasaur’s eye to see if it was infected in any way.” Neth’s smile dropped, feeling concern for Morgan. He forgot about Morgan’s eye and how the nurses would react to seeing it.
“Is it bad?” He asked, worried the scar was infected.
“No.” Nurse Joy said. “Your Bulbasaur is fine. The scratch is not infected at all.”
Neth sighed again, glad that Morgan’s scar didn’t get worse. “That’s good. Do I need some medicine or anything to treat the scar?”
Nurse Joy shook her head. “No, just have it checked when you stop at a Pokémon Center. The nurses there would help if it gets infected.”
Neth nodded and retrieved his Poké Balls. He then started to make his way towards the Pewter City Gym. The walk wasn’t long, just turn right on the Pokémon Center, turn left past the museum, head south, turn right, and the gym was right there!
The gym was a dark grey building with a pewter colored roof, a sign out front that read “Pewter City Gym'', as well as a smaller sign affixed on top of the other one that showed the Boulderbadge, a simple grey octagon.
“Well, we’re here.” Neth said.
“That’s the gym?” Jasper asked, tilting his head. Neth nodded and entered the gym.
Once inside, Neth and his team noticed how dark and quiet it was. “Where is the gym leader?” Amber asked.
“There’s no one here.” Jasper whispered as the team walked further into the gym, looking around for any sign of the Leader. “Maybe it’s closed?”
“No.” Neth replied, shaking his head. If the gym was closed, then they wouldn't have been able to enter in the first place.
Without warning, the gym doors slammed shut.
Morgan let out a scream as his vines shot up and accidentally hit the lights, turning them on and revealing a young camper boy standing right in front of them.
“Hey you! You’re 10,000 light years away from beating-” the camper shouted. Morgan yelped and immediately smacked him with his vines, knocking him out before he realized what was happening.
“Oops. I wasn’t supposed to do that, right?” Morgan asked slowly.
“Nope.” Jasper replied. Neth and Amber winced and shook their heads as well.
Neth ran to the camper and shook him a bit. “You okay kid?”
The camper slowly woke up and groaned.“Y-yeah. I’ve been smacked before. It’s fine.”
“Hey trainer!” An older voice yelled. Neth turned to the back of the gym, his eyes widening when he saw who had spoken. “Here to challenge me?”
Neth gulped and nodded. “Y-yeah.” He replied. “Are you the gym leader?”
The gym leader nodded. “My name is Brock! I’m the Pewter City gym leader and specialize in rock-types. My rock-hard willpower is evident even in my Pokémon!”
“Well, I’m Neth! I’m here to challenge you!” Neth shouted.
“I know.” Brock replied.
“Really?” Neth asked, confused.
Brock nodded. “A trainer that was here before you said that you’ll have a hard time beating me.”
That must have been Miles. With a chuckle, Neth replied, “Well, I’ve been training hard, and I couldn’t wait to battle you and the seven other gym leaders!”
Brock smirked as he pulled out a Pokéball. "We'll see."
The lights dimmed as music began to play, signifying that the battle was starting. “Go! Geodude!” Brock shouted, taking his place on one end of the field as he threw his Pokėball. Out came a rock-type Pokémon with arms- a Geodude, which let out a growl.
“Alright, who are we fighting now?” Geodude asked.
Brock pointed to Neth, who sent Amber out.
Geodude chuckled. “Oh, this will be fun!”
Amber smirked. “Bring it.”
“Geodude, use Tackle!” Brock commanded.
Geodude growled and started to ram towards Amber, who braced herself and pushed Geodude away.
“Amber, let’s use Low Kick!” Neth commanded.
“You see, while a fighting-type like your Mankey should have knocked out my Geodude with that Low Kick, my Geodude’s level- and thus, his defenses- are a bit higher than yours, letting him handle Fighting attacks more easily than you expect.” Brock explained.
Neth glared. “Amber, use Low Kick once more!”
“Alright!” Amber yelled as she ran and went in for another Low Kick on Geodude.
“Now, Geodude- Defense Curl!” Brock commanded.
Geodude’s body glowed white as the Low Kick came in. The attack had even less impact than it did before. Geodude snickered and glanced back at Brock.
Brock nodded. “Geodude! Tackle attack now!”
Geodude continued snickering before ramming into Amber, sending her flying into the wall. The Mankey groaned, slowly trying to get up, but fell back down.
Not wanting to see Amber in so much pain, Neth grabbed Amber’s Pokéball and sent her back. “Amber, return!” He yelled. He then looked down at Morgan, knowing the Bulbasaur was the only one remaining who could handle Geodude. “Ready, Morgan?”
Morgan nodded. “I am…sort of.” He replied, running up to the battlefield and looking at the Geodude. “Okay, Amber already attacked it, so this will be easy!” Morgan said to himself.
However, Morgan was so into his thoughts that he didn’t realize Geodude was coming in with another tackle attack.
“Morgan! Look out!” Jasper and Neth shouted at the same time.
Snapping out of it, Morgan turned and realized Geodude was ready to attack. His realization was too late, though, as Geodude rammed into Morgan, pushing him back a bit.
“You okay?” Neth asked.
“Barely.” Morgan replied.
Neth sighed before turning his focus back to the battle. “Morgan, use Vine Whip!”
Morgan glared and slapped Geodude with his vines, slamming him into the wall for a knockout. Geodude groaned as he slowly slid off the wall.
“Oh no! Geodude!” Brock yelled.
“Morgan, that was amazing!” Jasper cheered.
“It was?” Morgan asked with a smile. Jasper nodded in reply.
“Of course it was!” Neth exclaimed.
“That was great, but the battle ain’t over yet.” Brock explained as he returned Geodude and grabbed another Pokéball from his belt. “Go! Onix!” He yelled, throwing the Pokéball.
Out of the Pokéball came a large rock snake that reached as high as the ceiling and let out a deep, mighty roar.
Morgan felt his stomach drop, his eyes widening as he saw how big Onix was compared to him. “Oh my Arceus.” He whimpered.
“Don’t worry about the Onix, Morgan! Size doesn’t matter!” Jasper yelled. Neth and Morgan raised an eyebrow at the statement. “What?”
Morgan gulped and turned back to Onix. The grass-type Pokémon felt scared fighting this thing, despite the type advantage. Morgan started thinking that Vine Whip wouldn’t do much- with how large Onix was, all he needed to do was squish him like a Caterpie with his long rocky tail.
“Morgan!” Neth shouted, snapping Morgan out of his thoughts. “You’ll be fine, don't worry!”
“Okay. Okay.” Morgan repeated. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the battle. “I can do this Morganite. I can do this.” He thought to himself.
Thinking that the Bulbasaur was ready to battle, Brock decided to make the move. “Quick, Onix, use Bind!” Brock commanded.
Onix roared, ready to attack.
Quickly, Neth commanded Morgan to retaliate. “Morgan, Vine Whip!”
Morgan squeezed his eyes shut and followed Neth's command. There came a loud thud- and Morgan slowly tried to open his eyes, thinking he had been killed and was now a spirit in Pokéheaven.
However, that wasn’t the case.
The Onix laid on the floor, knocked out from a critical from Morgan's Vine Whip. He blinked in surprise as he processed the fact he took down an Onix. A big, scary Onix.
“I did that?” Morgan asked himself.
“You did.” Brock replied, returning Onix to his Pokéball for some well-needed rest. He smiled and walked up to Neth and his team. “That was a great battle. I loved how you gave your Pokémon encouragement and how you quickly returned Mankey to her Pokéball when she was injured.You're going to be an amazing trainer, Neth.”
Neth smiled and blushed in embarrassment. “Aww, thanks. It was nothing.”
“As an award for defeating me you receive this, the Boulder Badge.” Brock said as he dug into his pockets, pulled out the Boulder Badge and handed it to Neth.
Neth looked at the badge in his hand, his eyes widening and sparkling with joy. “Awesome! Thanks so much!” he replied, grabbing his red badge case and putting the Boulder Badge inside. One badge earned; seven more to go.
“You know.” Brock spoke up, causing Neth to look up at him. “You’re way different from the previous trainer.”
Neth blinked and realized Brock was talking about Miles. Neth and Morgan wondered how he and Charmander battled Brock.
Once leaving the gym, Neth and his team walked back to the Pokémon Center for some well needed rest and healing.
As Amber was being healed, Jasper bounced up and down in excitement. “So, are we going to leave for the next gym, now?”
“Well, it’ll take us at least a day to get to Cerulean, but Morgan and Amber are a bit tired from the battle. So we’ll have dinner, rest for one more night, and leave first thing in the morning.” Neth explained. Jasper nodded in agreement.
Soon after, Nurse Joy came over and brought back Amber and Morgan's Pokéballs. “Your Pokémon are all healed up.”
“Thank you!” Neth replied as he got his Pokéballs back and let Amber and Morgan out. Once outside, the two Pokémon yawned from their refreshing nap, fully healed.
“Man, that felt great!” Amber sighed.
Neth smiled. "Glad you rested well. Are you two feeling hungry?”
Before Amber or Morgan could respond, both Pokémon heard their stomachs rumble.
“Guess we are.” Morgan replied.
“Great, because to celebrate, I’ll be buying dessert for everyone!” Neth announced.
Once they finished their dinner in the Pokémon Centre’s dining room, Neth ordered dessert for everyone-cream puffs with berries inside. The moment Neth put the dessert down, his Pokémon went at it.
“Excuse me?” A voice asked. Neth looked up with cream and crumbs all over his face and saw a man with a white lab coat and glasses holding a brown package. “Are you Neth?”
“Y-yeah,” he replied, his mouth still full from the creampuff. “What is it?”
“Oh. I’m Professor Oak’s aide. I’m here to deliver a package to you from your mother,” the aide explained, putting the package on the table.
“Thank you so much!” Neth replied. “B-but… how did you know I was here?”
The aide chuckled. “Well, I live on Route 2 and I was going to give the package to Nurse Joy to deliver it to the Pokémon Center in Cerulean since that’s where I thought you’ll be next. However, Nurse Joy told me you were here having dinner so I decided to give it to you now.”
“Wow, thank you!” Neth replied with a smile.
“Don’t just thank me, thank your mom as well.”
“I will!”
“Have a good night, Neth!” The aide then waved goodbye and left.
“Night! Get home safe!” Neth yelled back. Soon after, Neth opened the package to see what his mother had sent him. Inside he found a pair of sneakers, and a photo. Ignoring the sneakers, Neth grabbed the photo, noticing there was a note on the back.
Found this. Hope this brings you luck!
-Love Mom
Neth turned the photo back around, his eyes widening. It was a younger Miles and him when they visited the local fair; the two of them were grinning, with their arms around each other.
“I remember this,” he whispered.
#pokemon brock#pokemon nuzlocke#pokemon fire red#Neth#Morganite the Bulbasaur#Amber the Mankey#Jasper the Rattata
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Just a First Person Female Feeder Story:
This story contains woman feeding man loads of food and gets fat. Some NSFW stuff is involved, but it's not too much. Just sex stuff really. Enjoy! 🖤 P.S. I tried my best at this story.
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I was hanging out with him in my apartment one day. I sat next to him and snuggled up. He looked kinda soft and he had a bit of a stuble along with his messy brown hair. He wanted to hang out with me for a few days. I have been secretly planning on making him fat since I have been wanting to see how he would look if he got fat. I asked if he was hungry. He nodded his head and said yeah.
I gave him a huge piece of lasagna. He giggled about the thought of me fattening him up. I laughed from what he said even though it is true. I wanted him to be big as a teddy bear. He ate the huge slice and got another slice. He ended up eating almost all the slices. He rubbed his small, but growing belly. He wanted some more food.
I gave him Grilled Cheese Burgers. He ate at least six of them and he was slowly getting chubbier. I was glad that he sat in those arm rest chairs. I patted his growing belly and asked if he wanted more food. He smiles and nods.
I made him Spaghetti and Meatballs. He ate all of it. He was growing more with the food. His gut was sticking out more and became visible. He was getting love handles, his arms soften, his thighs were fattening up, and his face was getting a bit chubby. I wanted to see if his booty fatten up. Luckily, he stood up to stretch and his butt was getting meaty and thick. I hugged him right behind him. He puts his arm behind me. He asked me if I love him fat. I admittedly said yes to him. I told him I wanted him big enough to tighten his clothes and get stuck in chairs and doors. He was surprised when I confessed to him, but nevertheless, he hugged me tightly enough to feel his softness.
I served him greasy fried chicken, greasy fries, and buttered rolls as another big meal. He was munching on the food and kept chugging on the big bottle of Coke Coca I gave him. He was porking up more and more. His bloated belly was filling up more and was getting wobbly. His black vest looked very tight and the buttons were threatening to pop. His stomach was almost touching the table too. I kept patting his belly and he was smiling. He jokes about himself being a big fat whale and tries to get himself comfortable. His arms were chubby and his fingers looked bloated. His love handles were getting more noticeable. His thighs were fatter which means he is becoming bottom heavy. His face looks sort of the same except for a hint of a double chin growing. I was fascinated by his progress in becoming my dream daddy. He slowly tries to stand up. His butt was almost stuck, but managed to get up. He burps and rubs his belly. He moans about getting so big. He then waddles to me and carries me around. He smiles at me and nuzzles on my neck. He said to me that he wants to be big until he gets stuck. I said I will try my best to make him huge. While waddling back to the table, he showed me his black belt that is holding on well with his black dress pants. He told me that I should stop feeding him if either his dress shirt (not his vest) pops a button or if his belt explodes out. I said okay and hugged him before I cooked him more food.
I cooked him a huge stack of pancakes, waffles, French toast, and omelets with lots of bacon, donuts, and hash browns. Plus, I gave him two milkshakes that contained some weight gain powder which I also snuck in the foods he is eating which is why he is gaining weight easily. I watch as he devours the food and rubs his own stomach. He stops for breathers since it was the biggest course I gave him. He was blowing up really good. I heard something pop, but he said that it was just his vest button. I just nodded. I wanted to get on top of his belly to ride on so badly, but I was holding myself together to watch my ever expanding secret admirer eating a lot of my food, and oddly enjoying it. He then starts to joke that he isn't sure if he will have room to adjust his seat. He was jiggling constantly now and I could see that his manboobs were getting big too from the stretch of the poor vest. Another button from the vest pops. He was getting finished eating the big course. I could not wait to hear what he'll say next. He finishes it, and burps loudly. He looks at me and gives me a thumbs up. He giggled and said he loved the food so much. He was disappointed that he has not popped anything else yet. I sat on his huge soft stomach that is literally almost on the table. His face was chubby yet recognizable and he had a double chin with a third one about to grow. His arms were big and soft. His sides were finally starting to squish the arm rests of the chair. I wished I could see how fat his rear end is, but at least I saw his thighs are big enough to squish a watermelon. I told him if he can get up. He tried and he almost gotten up, but his sides and thighs were making it impossible.
He then requested me to do as many desserts as possible. I said yes sir, and patted his poor belt that sandwiches between his big bloated gut and some of his gut inside his pants. I also gave him a big kiss on the lips. He knows that he is not going to disappoint me and wants to be a loving behemoth man to me.
I made him extra buttery cakes and cupcakes. Plus, I made a lot of cookies of each flavor, lots of ice cream, and brownies. He began eating his last feast of the day. He was steadily growing fatter, but it started to gradually increase. He moans loudly and massages his big belly. The last button on his vest bursts and we were both getting horny. His black button dress shirt was tight and his belt look tighter than before. His face looked messy and he kept moaning. He kept eating and eating. He was growing big enough to be squishing the chair. Finally, after eating his last cookie, his belt bursts and a button of his very tight shirt pops and it shows off his belly button sticking out adorably.
He was heavily breathing, massaging his enormous stomach, and burping. He moaned and purred so sexually that my pussy was throbbing. He tries to get up and groans how fucking exhausting it is to get up. He finally got up after a few tries, but the chair was stuck on his behemoth sized rear end. He was not surprised about the chair getting stuck on his behind, and felt he had grown in height from his enormous weight gain. I went to where he is at and he grabbed me to hold onto his stomach. We did some sexy roleplaying games which involved him being a parade balloon and him flying like one which is just him waddling around with the chair stuck in his butt and pretending to have puffy cheeks which looked adorable with his fuller cheeks. We finally gotten the chair out of his butt thanks to stuffing him with some candies until the chair breaks. He apologies, but I brush it off since I could buy another chair later on.
I was amazed with the results of his gain. His stomach was enormous and so soft like a cushion, his arms were big, fingers were puffy, big cackles, huge thighs, fuller cheeks with triple chins (3 chins), and a behemoth size of a booty to die for. He was like an alternative version of a teddy bear. I hugged him and he hugged me back. I told him let’s hang out in my room. He said sure while wiping his face. I let him go first since I wanted to see him move and avoid getting stuck (even though it would be sexy to see him struggle). He gets out of the kitchen with his enormous stomach stick and jiggling constantly. He was getting squished and tried to jiggle his body to get out of the kitchen. He successfully did and waddles to my room. I felt so horny looking at him doing it. I wished I could climb up to his butt and feel the pure softness. I ended up asking him, and he smiled, and insisted. He decided to go back after leaving the kitchen, and I climbed behind his behemoth booty. His butt kept swaying and jiggling constantly and I was getting more and more horny. I am so in love with this handsome and sweet behemoth sized man. I wanted to fuck him and ride him like a rodeo. We finally got to my room and he insists that I should go first. I was disappointed, but I said sure. I climbed out of his, and secretly smacked to see if his butt sways for real which did to my surprise. I walked to my room, and he asked me if I smacked his booty. I admitted to him for sexual reasons. He laughed, and bumped his belly behind me. It was his turn, and he tried to squeeze himself out of the door, but couldn't. He decided to go sideways which oddly enough works because of him jiggling despite his body touching the sides of the door.
He patted his belly and sighs happily. He asked me about how much I love big men. I told him I love big men a lot, and I am not tired of admitting it to close people. He giggled and then suddenly went close to my lips and kissed me. I kissed him back and tried to put my arms around him. He took off my little black dress along with my lingerie. He then takes off his tight clothes and undergarments too which reveals his bare huge body. I couldn’t stop staring at him since he looks so marvelous. He had some stretch marks, but it was not too bad. Plus, he wasn’t too hairy. Just had little hair in his chest, but had hairy legs and arms. He climbs in the bed, and puts his warm lips on my lips. His lips went down to my neck to my small breasts. He sucked my small breasts while his enormous stomach was squishing my body. His big meaty arms wrapped around my waist, and he lies back on the bed with me on top of his gigantic belly. He wobbles his belly to make me even more horny. I rode on that belly like if I was at a rodeo. I wanted him to squish me softly. He smiles and puts me back on the bed. He then slowly goes on top of me and I could feel his heavy body on me. He then got off and put me on the bedsheets. He put his fingers where my throbbing pussy crave for touches, and he circles around my cilt. I moaned as he massaged my wet cilt. He knew that I was loving it. Looking at him while he fingers my pussy made me more turned on. I whispered to him that I was ready to cum. He scooted his big belly close to me and I was holding onto him while he kept going. I moaned and finally came. Trying to calm myself down, I looked at him and he smiled at me. He knows how much I wanted him and knows how to do good masturbation for me. He kissed me again, snuggled up with me, and went to sleep.
Later on, at night, I woke up and find myself in his arms. He still looks big and fat from yesterday. He looked like a real life big teddy bear. He still feels so soft. Yesterday was such a good day for us. I wish I could do it again next time if he visits again and loses the weight since we had so much fun! Right now I just want to use all my time having loads of fun with the sweet behemoth before he leaves back home soon.
#female fat admirer#female feeder#male feedee#bhm#ssbhm#ffa#ffa/ssbhm#weight gain#weight gain stories#au story
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Summary: When Alice and Bella dragged Rose to Vegas to celebrate graduation, Rose never imagined anything actually happening like in the movies. Then she wakes up the morning before they leave, married to the very good looking man from the bar.
Rose bit her lip, cringing when the plane's wheels touched down on the tarmac and sent up a thank-you to whatever God was listening. Flying was the worst way to travel in her book and she hoped she could talk Alice and Bella into letting her drive back to Seattle. She knew it wasn't likely, but a girl could dream.
Alice turned around in her seat to grin at Rose, earning a grimace from her best friend. Bella, sitting next to Rose, rolled her eyes and elbowed the blonde playfully. "It wasn't that bad, Ro," she said with a smile.
Rose glowered and held out her hand to show Bella the half-moon marks her nails left in her palms. "Over-dramatic," Bella said helpfully, making Rose snort. She was right, of course, but Rose wouldn't admit it.
"Maybe," she allowed, standing up when prompted and stretching her arms above her head. "I'm just glad Bella's bad luck didn't strike the plane down." Bella glared at her, and at Alice when she laughed, muttering "har har" under her breath.
They made their way off the plane and to the luggage claim, Alice chattering a mile a minute about their plans. "Check-in at the hotel is at 11:30 and we have reservations for dinner at 6," she paused for breath, cheeks pink with excitement. "Tomorrow we have a date with the strip and sight-seeing. Dinner at 6 again."
Rose gave a non-committal hum, grabbing her bag when she saw it. Alice and Bella grabbed theirs and Alice grabbed onto both of them, towing them along towards the automatic doors of the exit.
The awfully hot air of the dessert hit her in the face like a brick and Rose immediately started to sweat. "Why did we have to come here again?" She demanded as they waited for the large family ahead of them to get into the minivan taxi waiting at the curb.
Alice gave her a glare that would have sent a weaker person running but Rose was used to her and just glared back. "You are going to have fun Rosalie Hale, or so help me," she warned, a small finger poking into Rose's chest. "We are finally finished with school and we are going to celebrate!"
Rose fought back a small smile, and nodded for Alice's benefit. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered, brushing Alice away with a flick of her wrist.
Bella watched them with a small smile, amused by their antics and knowing nothing Rose said or did would change the plans. Alice was a force to be reckoned with and Bella, and Rose, knew to just lay back and let Hurricane Alice go down it's path. Though that never stopped Rose from teasing her best friend when she got a tad bit out of control and or enthusiastic.
The hotel was a block away from the strip and two nightclubs, huge and intimidating with the bright lights and people streaming in and out. Rose welcomed the AC with a sigh of relief, letting the cold air raise goosebumps on her arms and shoulders. She fluffed out her hair, wincing at the sweat wetting it and the back of her neck. "Couldn't have picked out a cooler climate, Al?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "Like maybe the Antarctic?"
Alice ignored her, stomping towards the front desk, mumbling under her breath about ungrateful friends and how they are traitors that don't know how to have a good time.
The lobby was huge, with shops and restaurants and big flat screen TVs with couches and armchairs everywhere. Rose thought it was too much, but what did she know of interior design?
Bella was watching her, a crease over her brown eyes and a frown on her lips. It was a look she got every time Rose and Alice butted heads. Or when her boyfriend, Edward, was being melodramatic and over the top. Which was all the time.
"Just try to have fun," Bella told her, tugging on a lock of Rose's hair with a smile. "Alice really wants to do this and it won't hurt to have a small vacation, just us girls." Rose sighed, knowing Bella was right, and nodded. "I'll try," she promised, letting Bella tug her towards the front desk where Alice was.
It's not that she didn't want to have a girls-vacation, Rose was just really excited, and anxious, to start her new job. She fought so hard for this, to show the men that she deserved a spot in the "boys club" of mechanics. She wanted to show them that she could be just as good, better even, than all of them combined.
The room, a suite really, was quite nice. Bigger than her whole apartment, and better furnished. She dropped onto the large bed with a sigh and spread out her arms and legs so she took up the whole mattress. It felt heavenly against her body and the sheets smelled like lavender. She could hear Bella and Alice walking around, oohing and aww-ing at everything.
She sat up after a moment, blinking to wake herself back up. They could see the strip from the balcony, the light and signs dazzling and hard to miss. She missed Seattle, with it's muted colors and smaller buildings. She missed her small apartment and the diner two blocks away with the amazing coffee and omelets.
"Get a grip, Rose," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. No need to feel home-sick, she'd be back home in four-days, all snuggled up in her own bed. She watched Bella look at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, pursing her lips and shaking out her hair. Alice was somewhere in the living room, stuffing luggage under the coffee table.
"We can stay in the hotel for now, then leave at 5:20 to get to the restaurant." Alice was saying, now in the bathroom and putting all their toiletries in a neat little line for later use. "I wanna see the little boutique they have in the lobby," Bella interjected, sitting on the bed next to Rose. "It was cute," Rose agreed, shrugging. She wouldn't buy anything though, knowing stores in hotels always over charged everything and Rose did not want this trip to put a considerable gap in her bank account.
Her father made good money as a banker, but they were a middle-class family, not rich by any means but far from poor. Her mom came from nothing though and instilled it in her daughter to always make sure she had enough money to live off of in her accounts, no matter what happened. She raised Rose to appreciate every check and every coin. Rose lived by that rule and tried to never spend money on anything that she didn't truly need. Alice, who came from old money and never had to worry, always laughed when she heard that, but Bella, who was raised on a one-parent income, understood better than any of their other friends.
"Boutique it is," Alice said, standing in front of them like a little tyrant, hands on her hips and a determined tilt to her head.
On the third day Rose openly admitted that the trip had been a good idea and that Alice was right. Alice had made Rose repeat it all with her phone trained on her face as she was recorded. "For the next time we argue and you say I'm never right," is what Alice had said to justify it. Rose, tipsy and easily agreeable, had laughed and hugged Alice, thanking her for forcing her to Vegas.
They were at a nightclub a few blocks from the hotel, hips swaying to the music and alcohol running through their veins. Rose felt warm, like someone had lit a match and set her blood on fire. It was a good warmth, one that started in her chest and went through her arms to her fingertips, down her chest and into her legs. Her head felt fuzzy and everything was bright and loud, calling to her like a siren song to keep on dancing and drinking.
She could feel someone watching her, the hair on the back of her neck standing up and the skin erupting in goosebumps. Her adrenaline spiked, unbidden memories bubbling up to the surface and she turned slowly, nails digging into her skin hard enough to hurt.
There were so many people in the club that it took her a minute to see who her watcher was. She finally found him, standing at the bar, tall and built like a line-backer, all hard muscle with a handsome face. The fact that he was so handsome did not quell her fear, it made it worse because pretty boys knew they could get away with more. It made them cruel.
The guy flushed, fair cheeks turning pink, when his eyes met hers and he realized he'd been caught staring. Rose watches him look away, biting his lower lip. His dark curls are sweaty, flopping down onto his forehead and sticking to the back of his neck. It makes her feel safer when he doesn't try to come over to her or stare at her again. She tells herself that he had just been spaced-out, merely looking in her direction, not at her. Lord knows she's done that plenty of times.
She tells herself later that it was the alcohol, not him being not creepy, that moves her feet over to him. Through the throng of people, away from the safety of her friends who don't notice her leave, and towards the giant of a man.
The smell of alcohol is stronger there, sharp and bitter and mixing with the salty tang of sweat, and her nose wrinkles against it. The guy turns his head to look at her when he notices a new person. His eyes are brown, reminding her of the forest surrounding Washington, and he has a very nice smile. Her heart flutters in response and she gives him a small smile back.
"I'm Emmett and I am sorry for being a creep and staring at you. My Ma taught me better," he says, voice smooth like honey and deep. He has a Southern twang that makes his words rise and fall in weird places, but Rose likes it. "If you wanna hit me, that's perfectly fine ma'am, I can take it," he adds before Rose can say anything. He stands up straight, arms at his side like a soldier. He's so tall he's half a head over her five-foot-eight and she feels small near him, which she likes more than she thought she would.
Rose let out a snort and he looked down at her so quickly he must have gotten whiplash. "I'm Rose and I won't hit you, my mom taught me better than that," she says, voice equals parts playful and haughty.
He gives her a slow grin and her stomach flips itself at the same time her heart skyrockets. So pretty her mind whispered, noting how the smile makes his eyes crinkle and how the left side of his mouth rises higher than the right.
"Well Rose," he says, and she tries to ignores the way his mouth wraps around her name, how pretty it sounds in that Southern twang. "Looks like I'll have to make it up to you in some other way."
The way he says it is dangerous, like some dark promise he's bound to keep. But Rose isn't afraid. Not of Emmett, who thinks highly of his mom, who smiles with his whole being and blushes when he looks her right in the eye.
So Rose smiles, and stands up to her full height so she can better look him in the eye. "Looks like it," she murmurs, and commits the happy gleam in his eyes to memory.
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Hungry Hungry Peter
A fic for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @foxes-and-arrows
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Starvation tw
Summary: Peter loves hanging out at the Tower, but no one seems to notice he needs more food than a normal teenage boy. Peter doesn't want to say anything because he doesn't want Tony to have to worry about yet another thing. How long can he go on before someone notices?
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Peter likes it when Thor resides at the Tower. First, he's Thor. Second, Peter enjoys his humor and ye-olde stories. But one of the things that he enjoys the most is the amount of food they have at meals. Steve and Bucky eat a lot, but Thor can out-eat them all.
Before the spider bite, Peter was your average teenage boy. Aunt May had used the term “wooden leg" to describe his eating habits. He could eat a whole 2ft-long hoagie plus in one sitting. Now, with his increased metabolism, he needs to eat more. May knows about this and makes sure to order enough food. But when he’s at the tower, he feels weird asking Tony to get more food. Tony does so much for the team already – he doesn’t need to make sure he orders an extra serving for someone. Harley complains all the time that everyone asks Tony for too much.
May is taking a vacation in Barbados with a friend, and Peter is spending the week at the Tower. It’s Father’s Day, and Tony suggested having a movie night. He, Peter, Harley, Morgan, Pepper, and Rhodey settle into the theater for a Disney movie binge. Peter knows Pepper is only there because Tony asked her to be present, and Rhodey is only there so he can spend time with his goddaughter. Peter doesn’t mind because he loves Disney movies. “Tonight is about fathers,” He tells them. “I asked FRIDAY to queue up some Disney movies that have good fathers.”
Finding Nemo is first, The Lion King, and then A Goofy Movie are played sequentially. Peter gets popcorn and candy for everyone. He’s hungry, and he knows Tony won’t mind if he eats a bucket of popcorn by himself, but to draw attention away from himself, Peter fills a large bucket for each of them.
“Woah! This is a lot of popcorn!” Rhodey exclaims. “I’m not gonna eat this all. Do you wanna share, Morgan?” Pepper and Tony end up sharing a bucket, which leaves Harley and Peter each to their own.
Peter eats a bucket and a half of popcorn under the guise that he didn’t want it to go to waste, but he senses Harley watching him. It’s making him uncomfortable.
Thankfully, Harley doesn’t say anything to him, but Peter doesn’t want to get on his bad side. He knows what “Team Cap” went through when they returned to the tower. Coercing FRIDAY to help, Harley rained hell down on them via a series of pranks and inconveniences until Tony had heard enough complaints and forced him to stop. Even though everyone had kissed and made up, most of the pardoned Avengers steer clear of Harley. The others watch him with begrudged admiration. Peter wishes everyone would treat him like Harley, but the older boy disagrees. “Nah, they all love you, and they would do anything for you. Not me though. Most of them hate me but are too afraid to do anything about it.”
Peter walks down to breakfast the next morning to find Thor manning the stove. He perks up, knowing a big breakfast awaits them. Thor always cooks tons of food, and half of the Avengers don’t even eat breakfast. “Peter!” Thor exclaims. “It is good to see you. I was just about to make an omelet. How many eggs would you like?”
“Hi Thor! I’ll take five or six eggs if there’s enough.” Peter walks over to stand beside Thor.
The god moves over to make more room for Peter. “You know Tony always keeps the food well-stocked. I’ll make you seven. Would you like the works as well? I have brought some of that bacon you like so much.”
Peter wraps an arm – as far as he can – around Thor’s back for a quick side hug, then goes to the table to wait for his breakfast. Two minutes later, Harley saunters in. “Morning Thor. Whatcha making today?”
“Peter Parker omelets,” Thor announces proudly. “Peter showed me how to make them last time. Here, you cook the bacon, then potatoes. You add cheese and pour the egg over top. Add more cheese when the egg is cooked, and you have an omelet. It was quite good.”
“Sounds good. Can I have one with three eggs?”
Peter is finished eating his breakfast when Tony bustles in. “Oh, hey Thor. What time did you get in?”
“Early this morning,” Thor replies. “I told you I could be quiet if necessary. Want a Peter omelet?”
Tony is making coffee and glances up. “What? Oh no, not today. I’ve got a board meeting that I am attending to appease my darling wife. Hey Pete, want to stop by in, say, three hours? I have a job for you.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Stark! I’ll be there.” Peter grins. He loves working at SI with Tony.
Harley swipes his milk glass to take a swig and smirks when Peter notices twenty seconds later. “You know you can just call him Tony.”
“I did – had been.” Peter blushes. “But then I called him ‘dad,’ and now I’ve reverted.”
Harley simply smiles and exits the kitchen.
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Three hours later, Peter and Harley are working with Tony on a new type of solar panel when his stomach starts to growl. “Hungry?” Tony asks. “I can order some food. What sounds good?”
“I’m ok. Whatever you want, I can eat.”
Tony orders three combo meals of Pad Thai, and Peter still feels famished afterwards, but he keeps quiet. They finish the panel two hours later, and Pepper and Happy meet them to go home.
Thor is not around for team dinner, and as Steve and Bucky are both present, Peter doesn’t get as much food as he would like. After a Mario Kart tournament (which Bucky wins after narrowly beating Natasha on Rainbow Road), Peter reads Morgan a bedtime story and tucks her in so that Tony and Pepper have an hour to themselves. “Good night Princess Morgan. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
“I will bite them back!” She crows, giggling.
He grins. “They’ll be too afraid to come out now.” Peter loves Morgan. She’s like his little sister, and he will do everything he can to keep her safe. She clutches her stuffed spider to her chest and closes her eyes. Peter sits with her for a few minutes, and his stomach rumbles.
Morgan’s eyes pop open, and she asks, “Hungwy?”
“Just a little. I’ll be ok.” He pats her hand. “You need to go to sleep.”
“If you’re hungwy, we can get juice pops,” Tony’s daughter bargains.
Peter smirks. This little child is the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts – of course she will try to cut a deal. She’s going to be unstoppable when she takes over. “Now, missy. I am not your dad. You may have me wrapped around your finger, but I don’t want to face your mom’s wrath when she finds you still awake with a sugar high. If Uncle Rhodey is afraid of that, then you can bet your boots that Peter is, too.”
Morgan seems to consider that for a moment, and she nods. “Ok, I sleep, but juice pops tomorrow.”
“Juice pops tomorrow sounds good. Pinkie promise.” The pinkie promise seems to satisfy the five-year-old, and she promptly closes her eyes. Peter turns out her light and turns on the fake arc reactor nightlight.
He is almost out the door when he hears her whisper, “I love you one thousand-two hundred-and twenty-six.”
“I love you one thousand-two hundred-and twenty-six, too.” He whispers back and closes the door behind him.
Peter heads out on patrol for an hour or so. Usually, this is the time he picks up some extra food, but he has no cash. He catches a few car thieves and saves a man from getting hit by a speeding car. Exhausted, he stops on a roof to catch his breath.
Tony finds him there ten minutes later. “Hey kid, you ok?”
“Yea, yea… I’m… fine. Just enjoying the view from here,” Peter gestures to the New York skyline.
“It is beautiful,” Tony’s modulated voice agrees. “Want a ride home?”
“That would be great. Thank you, Mr.… I mean, Tony.”
Iron Man picks up Spiderman and flies him to the roof of Stark Tower. They sit there watching the city lights. “Hey, I want to say thank you for putting Morgs to bed. Pep and I haven’t had a whole lot of alone time recently.”
“Hey, it’s no problem. I love her.”
“And she loves you, too. She always asks when you’ll be coming to stay for a while. I keep trying to get May to move in, but she wants you to have a safe place elsewhere as well. I commend her for that. How have you been? We haven’t had a talk in a while.”
“I – I’ve been good. School’s been fine. I’m happy. How are you?”
“So-so. I’ve been sleeping better. Morgan has been a blessing, as have you and Harley. By the way, Pete, when you called me ‘Dad,’ I reacted the way I did because I wasn’t expecting it. I want you to know that you are like a son to me, and if you want to call me dad, I am perfectly fine with it.” Tony places a gauntleted hand on Peter’s shoulder.
“Thanks. I – I’ll keep that in mind.” Peter acknowledges. “So… never mind.”
“You sure? Nothing I can help you with?” Tony asks.
Peter shakes his head. “Nah, it’s… nothing.”
“Ok, I’m going to head in. You should probably come in soon as well.” Tony stands. “Good night kid.”
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The week goes by, and Peter just can’t seem to eat enough. No matter how much he eats, he has to make sure his stomach doesn’t growl at inopportune moments. And he hates how he gets so tired after a night on patrol.
Friday morning finds him waking up the sound of the Avengers alarm. The threat is low-risk – large robot geese roaming the city streets and attacking civilians. Peter joins the fight, but due to his lack of energy, tires quickly. He crouches down behind an overturned car, trying to catch his breath, when a large goose starts beating his head with a metal wing. He quickly passes out… and wakes in a bed in the hospital wing.
Harley is sitting on the chair, watching him. He’s always watching. In his head, Peter asks, “What do you want?” but it comes out as “Wha wan?”
“You know, now is probably not the best time to lecture you, but you know what? You’re stuck here for the moment so I’m going to,” Harley leans forward in his seat. “Why aren’t you eating enough? Are you starving yourself?”
Peter’s eyes widen. Is that why Harles’ has been watching me so closely? “NO!”
“That doesn’t seem suspicious at all,” The older boy scoffs. “I’m sorry. I should be showing more tact. What’s going on, Peter?”
“Can’ talk. Paper.” Peter manages out. His head is pounding, and he just feels weak.
Harley swipes a holo-keyboard over to him, but says, “If you’re too tired, we can talk later. I just am concerned for you.”
Not starving self. Just need more food, but don’t want to burden T. He’s got enuf on his plate. Peter types.
“Peter,” Harley’s voice grows soft. “When I said those things, I meant the team getting on his case about upgrading armor and weapons. They ask for the tiniest upgrades that take hours to complete when their stuff is better than what they would have been getting from SHIELD. Tony has a wife and kids now, and he doesn’t need to spend time in his lab for things that don’t need to be done. Now, you, you need food to survive. You need way more food than Tony or I do because you have the increased metabolism. All Tony needs to do with that is order another serving of food. Three extra words to an order. It takes a maximum of 2 minutes. And you’re basically his son. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. The only reason he’s not here right now is because Morgan has an ear infection.”
Harley gets interrupted by a knock on the door. Tony sticks his head in. “Hey, can I come in?”
“Yea. Are you staying?” Harley moves to get up.
“Stay there. I can pull up another chair,” Tony waves his hand at Harley. “Morgan’s finally sleeping, and the pain seems to be gone. Rhodey’s sitting in with her so I could come see you. How are you feeling, Peter?”
So-so. He types out.
“Sorry I couldn’t be here sooner. Morgs had an ear infection, and Pepper’s in Japan. Harles offered to stay here with you so I could be with Morgan,” Tony explains, and Peter nods. “By the way kid, I’m also sorry that I didn’t notice you hadn’t been getting enough to eat. You’d think with a tower full of geniuses and super spies that someone would notice, but we didn’t. We’re going to order a lot more food from here out, and never be afraid to ask for more. They don’t call me a billionaire for nothing.” Tony pats the bed by Peter’s arm. “I love you, kid. I’d do anything for you.”
A tear slips down Peter’s cheek. “I love you, too, Dad.”
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Cook Off
Summary: Ichika wanted to taste her mother's cooking and it ended up making Touka upset. It's up to Kaneki to make things right.
Word Count: 1832
Rating: Teens and Up
Genre: Fluff
After hearing about how her friends' mothers would cook meals for them, Ichika wanted her mother to do so as well. In the 6 years she was born, it has always only been Papa cooking for her. Just once, she wanted to taste her mother's cooking.
"Mama! I wanna eat the food you cook!"
Touka's face paled at her daughter exclamation and she forced a smile before squatting down to Ichika's height. "Mama's not good at cooking so I can't cook for you, darling."
The girl pouted. "But my friends' mothers all can cook!"
Touka suddenly felt guilty about her lack of cooking skills. Just then, Kaneki walked into the room and Ichika ran over to her papa with a squeal. "Papa!"
He took his daughter's tackle with an 'oof' and hugged her tight. He shot a smile at his wife who returned the smile before grinning down at his daughter. "I heard something about wanting to eat mama's cooking."
"Mm! Actually, I wanna eat both of mama's and papa's cooking. Then we can compare!!"
Kaneki glanced over to his wife worriedly who only shook her head with a frown. "Your mama doesn't want to, Ichika. Maybe I'll just cook for you? Your favorite omelet rice."
"Eh????? I want mama's cooking too!!!" Ichika sat her bum on the floor, crossed her arms across her chest and started to sulk. "I want mama, mama, mama's!!!!"
The parents looked at each other worriedly and sighed in agreement. They just couldn't bear the sight of their daughter being unhappy since she was their darling baby after all. Kaneki patted his daughter's head. "Alright, but it'll take some time. Won't you go sit somewhere and play first?"
The little girl grinned and jumped up. "Okay!!!"
As they watched her run over to her toys at the living room, they turned to one another and Kaneki could see how panicked his wife was with the exasperated look on her face. "What am I going to do?!! I can't cook!" She exclaimed, but softly so Ichika wouldn't hear.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "It's okay. I'll help you along the way. Get an apron."
—
Whilst Ichika played with her dinosaurs, the married couple walked around the kitchen, preparing the ingredients for their dishes and washed the cutlery. Touka stood at the counter, stared down at the ingredients that laid on the table before glancing to her husband. "What now?"
"Now, we'll start cutting them." Kaneki positioned himself behind her, placed his hands over hers which held the vegetable and the knife. His warm breath in her ear sent shivers down her spine and she elbowed him in the stomach. He choked.
"You're taking advantage of this situation to do this, aren't you?" Touka asked.
He squeezed her body in his arms tightly and grinned. "Yes. I'll take any chance to hug my beautiful wife."
She let out a happy sigh and allowed him to continue teaching her. With work and whatnot, they haven't been able to spend much time with one another. The cooking was coming along well, until Ichika spotted her parents leaning towards each other for a kiss and ran to them. "No! You're supposed to be cooking for Ichika!" She had her hands on her hips and lips out in a pout.
Kaneki chuckled because he thought that she looked like Touka when she was angry. "Papa!" She screamed, startling him into a flinch. Wow, she screamed like his wife did.
"Okay, okay. We'll stop! I'll do my cooking and mama will do hers, alright?" He asked softly.
The pout on her face turned into a grin. "Okay!!"
The little girl returned to her playing whilst Kaneki mouthed 'sorry' to his wife who gave him a pleading look and walked to his part of the kitchen.
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After an hour, the dishes were finally done as the parents set them on the dining table beside one another. The left dish was Touka's which looked messy and inedible, while the right dish was Kaneki's which was full of color and looked delicious. Not caring about the appearance, Ichika's mouth watered and didn't notice her father holding her mother's hand because she was fidgeting anxiously.
"It'll be alright," he whispered and she relaxed slightly at his words.
"Thanks for the food!" Ichika exclaimed and stuffed her mother's horrible-looking dish into her mouth first. What happened next broke Touka's heart.
Her daughter wore a disgusted expression on her face and spat the food out onto the table. "Ewww! It's salty and spicy and bitter—"
"Ichika." Kaneki sternly said, and she kept her mouth shut. "It's rude to do that. Say sorry to your mother."
"Sowwy...but it's really bad, mama!" She apologized but still tried to justify her actions. But Touka had a sorrowful smile on her face and patted her daughter's head.
"I'm sorry mama can't cook and that you had to eat something so horrible. If you want to eat some nice food, get your papa to make it for you."
With that, she turned, headed for the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Kaneki frowned at his daughter, who pulled on the hem of his shirt. "I'm sorry, papa! I didn't mean to make mama sad!"
He placed a hand on her head with a hesitant smile. "Be a good girl and eat the food, okay? Mama cooked because you wanted to eat her food so make sure you finish everything, including my dish. Papa will go talk to mama, don't worry."
Kaneki entered their bedroom and closed the door gently behind him. He saw his wife standing in front of their cupboard with her head down. "Don't mind her. She's still a child."
"..precisely because she's a child that her words are not lies. My cooking really is horrible..."
"That's not true. Besides, you don't eat human food. It's normal that you don't know how to cook." He answered as he walked towards her.
"Still... I feel hurt. It makes me feel like I'm a failure as a mother. I can't cook, I can't do housework, I can't do anything right."
It was just one small drop, but he could see the tear that fell down her eyes and down her cheeks. He knew that she was speaking the truth, seeing as how she had one arm crossed below her chest, hand holding onto her arm. She did that whenever she was feeling insecure.
His arms came around her waist and he kissed her head. "It's okay. I'm not a perfect parent either. We promised that we'd learn together, right? To be good parents to Ichika. And I definitely did not fall in love with your cooking skills." He joked, earning a hit on the chest by his wife.
"This isn't a joke, you idiot. I'm talking about this seriously! I feel like I'm losing to you in the parenting thing. It's like you can do it better than me and it makes me feel stupid." She murmured, burying his face into his chest.
He pressed his lips into a thin line. "Yes, you may not be good in cooking, laundry, housework, and many other things—" he held back a grin when she hit his chest again. "But you only need to know that while I do have my strengths, I also have my weaknesses and you were the only one who was by my side in my weakest moments. You were, and still are my pillar of strength, and I love you for that. It's because of you that I was about to come back to you and Ichika."
Kaneki knew his words were working on her when he felt her smile against his chest. He cupped her cheeks and made sure to look straight into her teary blue eyes. "No degree of lack of cooking skills, housework and—Ow!" He groaned as another one of her punches landed.
"You're making fun of me, aren't you?!"
Despite the statement, she finally had a smile on her face.
He cleared his throat. "No, I am not. To continue, I was saying that nothing would make me love you less. You are my beautiful wife and mother to my children. So don't be upset anymore, okay? It makes me sad when you're sad." He says, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.
"You cheater. Why ask when you know that I can't stay upset after those words? Fine, I won't be upset anymore. But you gotta make it up to me for being so good at everything."
His eyes crinkled from his grin and he played with her violet strands. "And what would that be, my darling wife?"
"Kiss me, husband." She purred.
The kiss he gave her made her want to cry from its gentleness and simultaneously made her want to ask more from him that night. The way he pulled back with a smug look on his face told her that he had kissed her so passionately on purpose.
"You ass. You better follow up with that kiss tonight!"
He smiled, pecked her on the nose before turning. "I will!"
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After Kaneki exited the bedroom, he found his daughter standing there with her head down in shame whilst her hands squeezed with the ends of her rabbit t-shirt. He settled the woman in the room, now he had to settle this little girl. "Ichika, do you know what you did wrong?"
"I insulted mama's cooking." Ichika answered, eyes not leaving the floor.
"That's right and mama's upset about it. Listen, I know you wanted to taste her cooking but just know that even though your mama can't cook, she tried her best and it wasn't very nice to do that to her. She's not good in a lot of things but she puts in her best effort, be it in housework and cooking."
Tears brimmed in her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry, papa. I won't do it again."
He sighed and squatted down to make sure he was on eye level with his daughter. "It's good that you know your mistake. Meet me in the kitchen tomorrow at 8am. I'll teach you how to cook."
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The next morning...
Touka groaned in frustration when she stretched out her arm and found her husband's side of the bed empty. She rose, washed up and changed clothes before heading out to the living room. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw Ichika running towards her with a plate of weird-looking thing on it. "Mama! I tried to make what you made yesterday but I failed! I'm sowwy for saying that your food tasted horrible!"
Tears flowed down her small face as she sniffed and Touka patted her head with a smile. "You're forgiven. From now on, we'll both learn how to cook from papa, okay?"
She looked to Kaneki who nodded at her with a warm smile. Ichika grinned widely and tackled her mother with a hug. "Mm!!"
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Down In Mexico
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Article appears in the Summer 2019 issue of The Palisades Magazine & Issuu:
Mexico City. How do you cover one of the world’s largest cities in just 4 days? Take a deep breath, be prepared to walk… and let’s go!
Day 1 - The Travel Day is to wonder or worry, depending on your predispositions. I am slightly apprehensive before any foreign trip. And noting Mexico in the news a tiny bit recently, I plan to exercise good street smarts. I do not plan to (just a whimsical example) don a child’s costume bulletproof vest to fit a narrative of “scary place”. One shouldn’t look for trouble, but the same applies in any American city. I’ve been down in Mexico three times in as many years and have found a wonderful vacation destination each time.
You arrive at the Mexico City airport after flying over a sprawling metropolis. The mind boggles that this is only the 25th largest city in the world with a population of 8.8 million. It seems much larger. By contrast, Los Angeles has about 4 million. Clearing customs was simple. As was locating our hotel-provided driver. After a jaunt through traffic we arrive at our hotel, the Nima Local House in the Roma Norte Neighborhood. Again, simple.
Did you watch Roma? No? Go watch Roma. It was a happy coincidence this is the neighborhood featured in the movie. The streets are reminiscent of those in our older cities; Rittenhouse Square, Brooklyn Heights, Russian Hills (sans hills), Dupont Circle. And the streets are wide, grand tree-lined promenades crossed with a gridded layout. I fell in love with the walkability as we strolled to find some cocktails, eventually ducking into Licorería Limantour, a hipster hot spot.
Do you know Spanish? No? Mexico is our closest non-English-speaking country, and hey it doesn’t hurt to be neighborly... but if you do not, everyone speaks English. After a couple of "Margarita al Pastors” followed by a some “Mezcal Stalks”, proper cocktails at times served tongue-in-cheek in ridiculous vessels, though due to the drink itself I don’t remember them, I picked my head up off the bar to check out the locals; think fashionable. This is an old, cosmopolitan city full of art and culture; whereas I just got back from a business trip to Las Vegas and noted that the current fashion trend for US tourists is “freshly dumped out of a canoe”. One should bring their casual “A” game to Mexico City; men: button-down shirt (button one less than usual), nice jeans or pants, stylish shoes; women: think NYC in Spring, keeping in mind you will be walking a lot. Speaking of walking, we are going to be late to our dinner reservation. “La cuenta, por favor!” This will be your first double-take, a ‘twenty dollars in LA’ cocktail is only three bucks. Score one for the exchange rate.
Do you like when I start every paragraph with a question? No? I’ll stop. Dinner that evening was at Maycoll Calderón's Huset, a self-described “country kitchen” with a rustic indoor/outdoor space. Preceded by more craft mezcal cocktails, the entire meal was superb, having the gnocchi, grilled beef, chicken-ginger rice, and roasted vegetables. But I must note, regarding the steak, that the local interpretation of “medium rare” requires one to chase their dinner around the room a bit first; hot travel tip: order “medium” or above. We skipped dessert, as it was not a possibility given prior intake, and meandered the few blocks back to the hotel where we sat on the roof terrace enjoying the warm night air… that is until a screeching steam whistle announcing Death Incarnate punctuated the stillness, creeping ever closer; what the hell is it? I was not going to find out. Time to retreat to bed.
Day 2 - Zero Sleep. I am going to die. Did I magically catch the flu? Is the pollution really that bad? Apparently I am allergic to lilies. I did not quite know this until I spent the whole first night coughing and sneezing. And the room was charmingly decorated with them. But, once removed, all was well again. I did sleep late though, and this altered our plans so we missed out on the large art museums and grand parks; but this will only justify a future trip. We ended up taking an Uber to the Zócalo, the main square, and visited a street vendor for some Tlayudas Oaxaca, a masterpiece of grilled meat, veggies, and cheese on a large toasted flatbread. Then ambled over to the Templo Mayor, the main temple of the Mexicas in the city of Tenochtitlan; some fun facts: it was once referred to as "island of the dogs” because the elevation provided a safe haven for strays during flooding. It is also considered by the Aztecs to be the center of the known universe - sorry cat lovers.
You will now be thirsty from standing under the hot sun on the exposed square. You will go to the La Frapp rooftop for drinks. You will order a Model Negra with Orange Juice and Tequila. You will send me a thank you note later.
After the beverage constitutional, another Uber to the La Condensa neighborhood, full of Art Deco apartments and a large park. The Parque España (formally Parque General San Martín) will subtly remind that you are in a warm, jungle environment with it’s lush greenery and hanging mosses. We wandered and admired and then found ourselves at Milos for a mezcal break. While in CDMX, drink mezcal, drink tequila… they are health drinks. Don’t believe me? Google it.
After some miles we made it back to our neighborhood for dinner at Taqueria Orinoco. This is no frills. But it’s TACOS! East as many as you possibly can. Order the tres proteínas for a combination of trompo (al pastor), res (steak), and chicharrón (pork belly). Wash them down with a few Superior Cervezas. Then request someone roll you over to Churrería El Moro for a paquetes combination of Mexican hot chocolate and churros. We sat idly on a park bench along Avenue Álvaro Obregón, swinging our legs, enjoying the passersby and warm night air.
Time for bed… one again the Locomotive of Death slowly approaches. I dream fitfully of stone and stairs and feathered warriors as I stand at the nexus of the earth, the sky, and... the underworld.
Day 3 - More Annoying Uses for Plastics, and The Aztecs versus the Oxfords. We awake to a quick breakfast in the atrium of our hotel - making a commitment to reverse engineer their roasted pepper salsa recipe. Then hop in an Uber to head to the Aztec pyramids. We are in a hurry. It’s the free day for locals and we want to beat the crowd.
The pyramids are sublime. Works of permanence and precision laid out with obsessive specificity seldom rivaled the world over. The crude plastic jaguar and hawk noisemakers that every third person is selling to bored children by the thousand are not. The location is jarring with annoying noise. This is probably the reason there are no more actual jaguars or hawks in the area. Scared away. There’s too many people here. Too much plastic. Too many failed attempts at trumpeting a catcall or hawks’ screech. I was struck by the juxtaposition of laborious achievement against cheap novelty, just as I was by the fact that Oxford University is older than the founding of Tenochtitlán by the Mexica; humans seem to have both a sliding scale of antiquity alongside the inability to contemplate the longevity of their particular contributions.
We return to CDMX and hit the Juárez neighborhood to eat at Contramar, an airy, popular lunch spot. We ordered tuna tostados, a Serrano ham omelet made with French fries and cheese, and shrimp & octopus tacos; get the tostado, devour the omelet (and make it at home during every single meal for the rest of your life), skip the tacos. Afterward, we decided to visit one of the many parklet traffic circles to idly watch the world revolve and sip a few beers at La Zaranda Miravalle.
Cabrera 7 was our dinner. The decor is garden party and pop art. The view is of Plaza Luis Cabrera with it’s large fountain in across the street. Food was good. Portions were great. But we were simply not in the mood. Too much walking. Too much overindulging. It would be a disservice to describe anything further - we simply didn’t eat. Go there only when you are hungry.
At this point we plod the streets back to our hotel. Stuffed like Piñata. Catatonic. Directionless. We feel a distinct pull toward life and vitality; Gravity beckons us toward Plaza Rio De Janeiro where there is a gala Oscar viewing party. Alfonso Cuarón is up for Roma, the semi-autobiographical tale of life in this neighborhood during the early 70’s “Dirty War” period. Roma ended up winning 3 Oscars and the place absolutely exploded with jubilation each time; Best Director, Foreign Language Film, Best Cinematography. Congrats to Cuarón. Congrats to Roma Norte. Congrats to Mexico. We celebrated in our own way back at the hotel with a wine from Valle De Guadalupe (Mexico has a wine country. It is fantastic. You can drive there from LA) and a viewing of Roma. En route we accidentally identified Whistling Death, himself - not the soul-stealer of lore, but the Camotes Cart man slinging a confections of sweet potato and plantains. We ran smack into his cart on our way back to the hotel. I am told the whistle is the sound of childhood to a lot of locals, and not a harbinger of corporeal impermanence. I don’t see it.
Day 4 - Goodbye to Roma Norte… We awake on our last day and head to Toscano Roma for breakfast. Notable was the beet, orange, raspberry smoothie - I now put beets in smoothies at home. One last idle stroll. And off to the airport. See you next time, Mexico City. There’s so much to see. So much I missed. I will definitely be back. If only to dress well, admire the architecture, sample the haute cuisine, and practice my Spanish, in a grand city chock full of life, vitality, art and culture.
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Links:
Nima Local House - http://nimalocalhousehotel.com/
Roma Norte - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonia_Roma#Roma_Norte_I
Licoria Limantour - https://www.yelp.com/biz/limantour-m%C3%A9xico-5
Huset - http://www.huset.mx/
Zocalo - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Z%C3%B3calo
La Frapp - https://www.facebook.com/pages/category/Coffee-Shop/La-Frapp-356500598031678/
Parque Espana - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parque_Espa%C3%B1a
Milos - https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g150800-d2297923-Reviews-Milo_s_Bistro-Mexico_City_Central_Mexico_and_Gulf_Coast.html
Taqueria Orinoco - http://www.taqueriaorinoco.com/
El Moro - http://elmoro.mx/
Teotihuacan aka “The Pyramids” - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teotihuacan
Contramar - http://www.contramar.com.mx/
La Zaranda Miravalle -
Cabrera 7 -
Plaza Rio De Janeiro - https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plaza_R%C3%ADo_de_Janeiro
Cafe Toscano Roma - https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g150800-d3251109-Reviews-Cafe_Toscano-Mexico_City_Central_Mexico_and_Gulf_Coast.html
Down in Mexico, The Coasters - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebl5Sx4zqYw
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ES Act 2, Scene 1 - A Mystery Solved
Title: Endless Summer: The (un)Official Screenplay
Main Pairings: Estela x Ian (M!MC), Jake x Alyssa (F!MC)
Other Pairings: Craig x Zahra, Grace x Aleister, Michelle x Sean, Diego x Varyyn
Genre: Full Rewrite
Rating: PG-13 for swearing, violence, alcohol, and sexuality
Summary: The next morning, amidst heavy tensions, Lila discovers what might have happened to the guests.
Previous Scene: Party Crasher
Masterlist: Link
Note: Yes, I am splitting the acts differently from the Choices version, to keep them more in line with the screenwriting convention of “act” placement! Also, looks like the sibling rivalry’s starting to brew this chapter...
INT. CELESTIAL RESTAURANT - MORNING
Everyone is seated at the tables, eating breakfast. Sean sits with Craig, Raj, Michelle, and Diego at one table, while Jake sits with Aleister, Grace, Zahra, Alyssa, and Quinn at another. Estela sits by herself, well apart from the others, and Lila is nowhere to be found. Most of them are nursing hangovers of varying severity.
JAKE: God dammit... Pippi, pass the coffee, would you?
Quinn hands him a full coffee pot. He refills his cup.
JAKE: Gonna need twelve more cups to get rid of this headache.
ALYSSA: I just want to sleep for a week.
ZAHRA: Ughhhhh...
At Sean’s table, Michelle slides a full glass of water over to Diego.
MICHELLE: Diego. Seriously. You need water.
DIEGO: I don’t feel like drinking anything after last night.
MICHELLE: Trust me. You need to hydrate.
CRAIG: Yo, Meech, does that really help?
MICHELLE: Of course it does! Here.
She passes Craig the pitcher of water. He starts drinking straight out of the pitcher.
MICHELLE: Ugh. Craig, no, don’t drink too fast, you’re gonna-
Craig suddenly doubles over and vomits some water onto the carpet beside him.
MICHELLE: ...Yeah. That.
SEAN (sighing): I’ll go clean it up...
RAJ: I know what you dudes need! Be right back!
Raj gets up and heads back into the kitchen. Ian enters from the lobby, rubbing his eyes.
IAN: Morning everyone-
The room goes quiet when he enters. Ian stops.
JAKE: Hey, look. It’s “The Boy Who Cried Monster.”
ALYSSA: I am never gonna forget your scream as long as I live. If only I’d recorded it!
IAN: ‘Lyss, come on, do you really think-
ZAHRA: You shut that party down faster than the cops!
IAN: Look, I wasn’t lying! There really was something out there, and if you want to pretend like things haven’t been weird since we got here, then-
ALYSSA: Calm down, Ian, it was just a joke-
SEAN: Are we really doing this right, now, guys?
DIEGO: Can’t we all just calm down? Does it really matter?
Ian shakes his head in frustration and walks to the counter.
IAN (muttering): I’m not crazy.
Raj emerges from the kitchen, holding a large plate of something that looks like omelets stuffed with oysters, banana, pickles, and other strange ingredients.
RAJ: Presenting... the Raj Hangover Cure 9000!
He frowns when he notices the awkward silence in the room.
RAJ: Something wrong, dudes?
Ian says nothing, but takes a few cold pancakes from the counter and puts them onto his plate. As he turns back toward the tables, Alyssa catches his eye and glares at him.
ALYSSA: Next time, just stay in your room, would you? At least then you don’t have to ruin everyone else’s fun, too.
IAN: Come on, ‘Lyss-
She shakes her head and looks away. Ian sighs and takes a seat at Sean’s table, between him and Diego.
SEAN: Hey, Ian, it’s all cool. Jake’s just bein’ a dick. As usual.
IAN: Thanks, Sean. I appreciate it.
Sean smiles at him as Raj sits back down on Diego’s other side, sliding his new dish over to Craig.
RAJ: There. Try that.
DIEGO: Uh... Raj, your cooking’s great and all, but I dunno if I’d trust that.
Michelle wrinkles her nose at the dish as Craig heaps some onto his plate.
CRAIG: Anythin’ to get rid of this stupid headache.
He starts scooping some into his mouth. Sean laughs.
SEAN: Better you than me!
CRAIG: It’s actually not bad! Y’all are missin’ out!
MICHELLE: Craig, you’ve eaten a rock before.
CRAIG: Hey, that was for ten bucks!
The door from the lobby swings open once again. The conversation dies down as Lila enters.
LILA: Good morning, everyone! I have a special announcement to make!
Everyone stares at her, most of them still too hungover to say much.
LILA: ...Right! Anyway, Jake! Remember when you asked me where everyone had gone?
JAKE: Bluhhhhh... Sure?
LILA: Yes! So, I’ve been looking for information in the staff offices all morning, and I found this!
She slams a set of papers down onto the table in front of Jake.
JAKE: Jeez, Dimples, not so hard-
He stops talking when he reads the heading of the top paper. Suddenly curious, he picks them up and starts skimming their contents.
JAKE: “Evacuation shelter... emergency alert system... in case of hurricanes, viral outbreaks, volcanic eruptions, or other natural disasters...” Hang on, this is-
LILA: Where everyone went! Exactly!
SEAN: Hold up. There hasn’t been any natural disaster here...
ALYSSA: I don’t see you with any better ideas!
JAKE: Thanks, Princess-
CRAIG: I dunno about you guys, but I ain’t going to no spooky-ass shelter-
JAKE: Shut it. Where’s this shelter? I don’t see a location or a map here...
LILA: Well, I haven’t actually been there, but I saw some signs along the trail earlier!
JAKE: Good enough for me. I’m going. I’m losin’ cash every second I waste here.
Jake stands up and walks over to join Lila.
ALEISTER: It does seem prudent to investigate the situation further. I shall come as well.
GRACE: Count me in too! I’ve been meaning to get a closer look at some of the local plant life on the island anyway.
QUINN: I’ll go too!
JAKE: ...Princess? You in?
Alyssa glances over at Ian once before nodding.
ALYSSA: Sure. What’s there to be afraid of?
DIEGO: Wait, you’re going too? Why?
Alyssa blushes and turns away.
ALYSSA (flustered): Diego! That’s- that’s not- None of your business!
Diego nudges Ian and smirks.
DIEGO: Looks like somebody’s got a crush on the dashing, handsome, rugged, sexy, charming, hunky, gorgeous-
ALYSSA (very quickly): O-KAY! Let’s go, everyone! Time’s a-wasting!
Ian smiles in spite of himself at Diego’s teasing.
JAKE: Alright, you cowards can stay here where it’s nice and safe. The rest of us, let’s head out!
He scowls at Sean before leaving the restaurant with the rest of his group. Sean shakes his head and leans his elbows on the table as Zahra walks over to join them.
SEAN: “Coward,” really? That guy’s really getting on my nerves.
IAN: ...I just hope they don’t run into that... that thing I saw.
CRAIG: Not that I don’t believe my bro, and he believes you... but, you sure it wasn’t just, like, a big reindeer or something?
MICHELLE: Reindeer? In a tropical jungle?!
CRAIG: ...Hey, it could happen. Right?
ZAHRA: No. No, it really couldn’t. Ian here probably just couldn’t handle his liquor, eh?
IAN (annoyed): I’m just about the only person here who didn’t drink anything last night! I know what I saw!
DIEGO: Well, I believe him-
CRAIG: ‘Course you do, you’re his best friend-
The group begins to argue once more, until Estela walks over to them and thumps the blunt end of her spear on the center of the table.
ESTELA: He’s telling the truth.
An awkward silence follows.
CRAIG: ...Who the hell are you, and how would you know?
Estela rolls up her pant leg, revealing her bandaged wound.
ESTELA: What do you think did this?
She leaves before any of them can utter another word. Ian glances after her gratefully.
ZAHRA: Well. Guess that settles it. Now if you’ll excuse me-
She collapses face-first onto the table, sound asleep.
Next Scene: The Princess and the Wolf
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If you are still taking passage requests (I know this was like two weeks ago), the scene in Wolfborn post-Snow Moon run, where Nicky goes "pack is fucked." Or the stand-off between Nicky and Malkin. Thanks! :)
I’ll do BOTH, half because I wanna and half because both scenes revolve around the same questions: how do you be a leader, how do you be an adult, how do you figure out how to be both those things and also yourself?
Wolfborn is about a lot of stuff (werewolves, the body, a Disney Channel Original Movie of a sports arc, Nicke and Ovi boning down in a big way) but one thing it is pretty obviously is a coming of age story.
Nicke’s gonna be an outstanding team alpha in our present and his future, but when we meet him he’s a distracted baby who keeps losing his suitcase at the all star game and once left a big money paycheck in his dumb fuckboy mercedes and forgot about it for a month (both facts, can provide receipts).
So we’re looking at this big q: how does he get there?
Nicke tried to tamp down the irritation bubbling in his stomach. Everything was so frustrating all the time. No one took care of the pack properly, and when someone fucked up nobody said anything about it. No accountability, no reliable hierarchy. He had thought things were getting better but really it was just as fucked as before.
The fun thing about being an idiot baby is that a lot of the time you have no idea what an idiot baby you are, which Nicke doesn’t. He really thinks he’s got this shit handled and if he were alpha right now, he’d be able to fix all the pack’s problems.
On the other hand, he’s got some fair points Nicke truly. Truly nothing pricks his hide more than mismanagement and a lack of accountability. For fuck’s sake! Basic concepts! He sees a lot of examples of what a bad alpha is, but he doesn’t see any good ones. All he knows is this is not what he wants to be.
“You always grumpy mornings,” Alex murmured, kissing Nicke’s throat.
That — wasn’t untrue. Nicke tilted his head back, giving Alex more room to work with. He was starting to get hard, which was annoying. He had shit to discuss. Alex was so fucking distracting.
Alex does not wanna talk about this and is gonna pull out all the stops to change the subjects before Nicke gets to the inevitable question, which obviously is about to be sprung:
“Why didn’t you take it? Alex, you will be alpha. Why wait?”
Alex stopped messing with Nicke’s neck and pressed his face underneath Nicke’s jaw. “I’m not ready,” he grunted, voice hoarse. “I feel it. Still young, stupid. Guys see me like annoying cousin, little brother. Not alpha yet.”
Nicke wanted to protest. He wanted to tell Alex that he got to decide how the guys saw him, that he led by example, that he had bolstered the team too many times to count. He brought his hand up to cup Alex’s head instead, fingers moving slowly to detangle his thick hair. It wasn’t his call. He wanted it to be his call, but it wasn’t his call.
Alex doesn’t feel ready. It’s also why he’s refusing the captaincy – which IRL Ovi did because he didn’t think his English was strong enough yet – Alex is really shaped by external opinion at this point in his life and he’s pretty vulnerable despite his big talk. He also doesn’t want to do it alone. He can’t do it without Nicke, and as a rookie Nicke can’t take up that role yet.
Nicke, on the other hand, is not dependent on external validation, even as a little idiot baby who lost his shoes before the All Star/YoungStars event and had to borrow a pair that was two sizes too small (facts, can provide receipts).
“Anyway,” Alex said, tilting into Nicke’s touch. “I think is gonna be you. We both gonna be alpha, but. Think you gonna be my alpha.”
OH HO HO! I wrote this part of the scene like three days into writing the story because I was so excited about it.
I imagined werewolf power structures within hockey were sort of flexible, but at the end of the day, the buck stops with the alpha(s). And within an alpha pair, one of those is the Big Alpha. Alpha Prime.
I never came up with anything good title-wise for our Big Alpha position, but werewolf language was part of the whole language theme in the fic: there is no good word for any of it. All the words characters use for werewolf concepts are vague gestures at the concept at best: marriage is just the closest human concept for their sort of bonded-partnership-pack parents vibe.
(honestly a significantly better translation for team alpha would be team mom/team dad, so like, if you wanna know who is the alpha of another team ask urself: who are the team parents, and you’ll know)
MOVING ON!
Evgeni Malkin and Sidney Crosby are used throughout the fic as a comparison: another young alpha pair, already in charge of their packs, but doing things very differently to Alex and Nicke. So I went into this scene thinking: how is Nicke flexing his power? His authority? His position as Alex’s partner? It’s all very new to him, and he’s just starting to try it all on for size.
Nicke’s just got off the phone with Tatyana, and he doesn’t know if he’s met her approval, he’s feeling vulnerable and territorial and as a result he’s feeling particularly prickly.
Evgeni Malkin smelled of scented deodorant, foreign pack and generic shampoo. He held his phone in one improbably large hand and came right at Nicke, frowning. The NHL forbade wolfborns from marking territory in their game arenas, but usually there were ways of getting around that rule — Malkin was clearly comfortable in his territory. He exuded that particular high-handed alpha nosiness from every pore of his skin.
“Yes,” Nicke said. He put Alex’s phone in his pocket.
“Sasha okay?”
Nicke set his jaw. The wolf itched under his skin. “Fine.”
“Was accident, before.” Malkin shrugged. “Hockey.”
“Yes,” Nicke said, and imagined sinking his wolf teeth into Malkin’s throat.
Geno’s actually being fine. He’s got a question! He’s just got a question, he’s comfortably existing in his own territory, he’s already an alpha, he’s confident in asserting himself and it’s making Nicke so ornery he’s gonna pick a fight for no good reason.
“Want see if he come? We have plan. Drinks.”
“No,” Nicke said firmly. Alex was injured. There was zero chance he could go to foreign territory injured, without a member of his own pack to back him up.
Malkin raised his eyebrows. “Okay,” he said. “You talk for Sasha?”
Well, this was stupid. Nicke motioned to the empty corridor. “You see him? Right now, yes.”
This is one of those things where when you’re under pressure, sometimes you reveal the core of who you really are. Nicke’s stressed about Alex’s injury, about Tatyana, about his territory, about not feeling in control.
As it turns out, at his core Nicke is bossy as heck, unbelievably protective of his big idiot husband and completely unwilling to lose a fight (that he started himself for no good reason). He’s truly himself in this bitchfest of a nonsense standoff, and nothing brings me more joy.
This standoff was one of the most fun scenes to write. Mean Lars emerging from his chrysalis to dead-eye Evgeni Malkin, ah, chef-kissing-fingers.gif, perfect.
Malkin glowered at Nicke, and Nicke glowered at Malkin. This might have kept on going indefinitely had Sidney Crosby not rounded the corner. Nicke slightly loathed the sight of him, his aw-shucks jawline and boyish curls improbably wholesome despite the vicious way he’d checked Nicke in the second period. Nicke hadn’t managed to get him back, which rankled.
Nicke has more conflict in the story with Geno, but it is Sidney for whom he has true deep disdain in his heart.
Part of it is because Sid is already alpha of his pack and Nicke is jealous and feeling powerless which stresses him out, and the other part is because Sid does so much to make himself palatable to humans. He’s careful with grooming, careful to seem nonthreatening, careful with what he says – meanwhile Alex, obviously, could not be more of a werewolf stuffed into a suit if he tried
look at him! just shoved on in there ready to sign his crazy long contract. bout to bust free at any moment. mere hours away from delighted screaming with Nicklas Bäckström in a deserted carpark.
It personally galls Nicke when werewolves act tame or nonthreatening. Werewolf Nicke didn’t have to deal with humans in any real capacity for a very long time in his life, and he has little sympathy for people who feel they need to cater to them. Both Sid and Alex have had to deal with humans a lot but the way they’ve dealt with that pressure is in completely opposite ways, and for Nicke Sid’s way is… hm. Well.
(Alex, meanwhile, does not care. sure, he doesn’t get that way of dealing with humans and frankly thinks it’s boring but he’s not gonna begrudge somebody their coping mechanism – so basically for nicke it’s all alex ovechkin is a good man. he’s got a good heart. he doesn’t hold a grudge. that’s what he has me [nicklas bäckström] for)
This whole tangent is not really evident in the fic except in minute hints because it didn’t come up but it’s something I liked thinking about so: ur welcome for the unnecessary detail
I’m realising as I write this that I am essentially writing an essay about What Annoys Werewolf Nicklas Bäckström. Glad you asked:
pack mismanagement
artifice
omelets that are hiding secret mushrooms
hotel sheets
Thank you.
Crosby glanced between them, frowning. “Geno? We have to go home.”
“Bäckström not let me talk to Sasha,” Malkin grunted.
“Uh, okay.” Crosby’s suit was terrible, grey and boxy, and he held a knit hat absently in one hand. “We have to go, though. Come on, Geno.”
Malkin looked between Crosby and Nicke like a dog torn between obeying his human and chasing down a particularly galling squirrel.
I really liked contrasting Sidney’s very matter-of-fact non-reaction compared to Geno’s histrionics, and the exchange also revealed who amongst them is the alpha alpha: Sidney Crosby, which was confirmed to me by leading expert Eva @agonyandagony, although I think at this stage of his life it was much less obvious.
Sid and Geno (and Kolzig and Federov and Tatyana and Nylander) represent different ways of being an alpha. It’s that classic story thing of your minor characters being preoccupied with the same questions as your main character, and representing alternate ways of being. Each of them shows Nicke a way to be a leader, to be an adult, to be an alpha, and we learn along the way what he is going to take and not take onboard on his, like, Big Journey.
Uh, anyway, thanks for giving me an excuse to write another 20k commentary to my werewolf fabrication, especially to talk about Mean Lars (Werewolf Edition) who is close to my heart and is someone I would give a 2 hour lecture about at the slightest provocation.
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paleo egg muffins
Today I have a brand new make-ahead paleo egg muffin recipe! This one is loaded with sausage and broccoli and will totally fuel you until lunch! A serving will give you 18 grams of protein! They are like a portable little omelet made in a muffin tin!
Hello middle of January! Let’s catch up! How are your healthy eating habits sticking? Are you happy to be making positive changes? Please let me know by leaving a comment below. Honestly, I want to hear from you. What’s working, what isn’t? Jase and I have been doing a paleo diet for the month, and we both feel amazing. He is melting weight off, and my belly is feeling so much better.
I have to say, this month’s paleo challenge has been a real eye opener for me for many reasons. One of which is the fact that I don’t think I had any clue how much dairy I was eating! Like every day, several times a day. Not that it’s a bad thing, but if that is in fact one of the culprits as to why I am having issues with IBS and GERD, then I am pretty much kicking myself about the fact that I have been giving myself a steady stream of it as long as I can remember.
Take these high-protein Egg Muffins for example, normally I would have topped them with a nice big pinch of shredded Vermont cheddar to seal the deal. Like I did for these Veggie Egg Cups. But being on this challenge, I had to find alternate ways of making them super delicious. Read more on that below!
Time will tell about if I’ll need to keep away from dairy or not moving forward. I will be adding in each food, one at a time, that I removed after January, and we’ll see what the triggers are for my symptoms to come back. Very scientific, no?
In other news, after taking two months off from doing our usual Thursday photo shoots in my photo studio, now Stephanie and I are back in the swing of things, working together to make pretty pictures for my freelance clients. This week, I will try to remember to share some behind the scenes on my instagram stories.
Anywhoo, let’s talk some more about these amazing low-carb egg muffins with sausage and broccoli!
How to Make Paleo Egg Muffins
To make these muffin tin egg muffins more satisfying without cheese (so they could be dairy-free) I added sausage to them. Sausage is something we enjoy in moderation around here. Usually we have it as an supporting role ingredient in something else, like soup or stuffing. When considering it as a protein source, sausage is really high in calories and saturated fat, about 270 calories per serving. Compare that to boneless skinless chicken breast at 140 calories per serving. It does have a lot of great flavor, and the richness of it does help with satiety. That’s why it is a good option for a paleo breakfast. Two of these have enough calories (290), fat (23 g)and protein (18g) to keep me full all morning long. Without the sausage, I would’ve needed to add something else to my breakfast to make it more caloric.
I am also really trying to get in either fruit or vegetables at breakfast. This is something, prior to eating paleo I wasn’t in the habit of doing. Adding in 2 cups of broccoli to this recipe gives me a modest amount of healthy veggies per serving of two egg muffins.
When you take cheese out of a recipe, you can loose that satisfying cheese flavor that we all love so much, so I made sure to amp up the flavor a little bit. I added in a teaspoon of Dijon mustard, salt and pepper. And on top I sprinkled on some paprika. It doesn’t add much in the flavor department, but I think it makes them look prettier. If you like, you could also add in a pinch of garlic powder. But I find that the sausage adds plenty of additional flavors.
If you are doing the Whole30 challenge or you follow a paleo lifestyle, then you already know to read the labels of the ingredients you use. Check to make sure your sausage and Dijon are sugar free. If you are Whole30 you’ll also want to check for nitrates too.
Tips for Making Muffin Tin Egg Muffins
A few things I have discovered with making egg muffins in a muffin tin, is that the eggs can be messy. Unlike an egg bake where they go into a baking dish all in one go, getting the beaten eggs into the muffin pan wells cleanly can take a bit of finesse. The trick I have learned is to make the egg mixture, then run it through a fine mesh sieve (also known as a wire strainer.) This helps to break up the albumin in the egg proteins, and makes it easier to pour in just enough to fill up the muffin tin wells. I have a nice wide glass measuring cup that I strain it into, which works well because it has a little spout to pour the egg mixture out of.
The sausage needs to be cooked before it is added to the muffin tins. If you are in a rush, buy precooked sausage or smoked sausage, and cut it into small chunks. To cook the sausage, remove the casings. To do that, just run the tip of a sharp knife along the length of the sausage and slide the casings off. Then crumble the sausage into a dry non-stick skillet. It will be kind of sticky, so don’t worry if the pieces are large at first. As you cook it over medium-high heat, you’ll be able to break it up into small pieces with a wooden spoon. There may be an excess of rendered fat in your skillet when you are done cooking. If you like, you can drain the cooked sausage on paper towels as you would for cooked bacon.
The chopped broccoli also needs to be softened a bit before it goes into the egg muffins. I do that by quickly cooking it in the microwave. If you don’t have a microwave, you can do this step in a saucepan with or without a steamer basket. Here’s another shortcut: you can sub in chopped frozen broccoli. Just measure out 2 cups, then thawed and drain it. No need to cook it because the freezing and thawing will have softened it up enough.
Coat the muffin tin really well with cooking spray. Or if you prefer to use another type of fat or oil to do so, that is fine. Egg muffins tend to stick to the muffin pans, so don’t be afraid to be generous with this step.
Layer the broccoli and sausage into the muffin tins. They will look quite full, but that’s okay, there is space around the pieces and the eggs will flow around them and fill in the gaps!
Pour the eggs into each well of the muffin tins. This is where that spout comes in really handy!
Lastly, sprinkle on the paprika. As I said this is not necessary technically, but I really like that pop of red it adds to the top of these egg cups. Omit it if you are in a rush.
Carefully so as not to slosh the egg all over the muffin tin, transfer them to the center of the oven and let them bake. They cook through surprisingly fast (about 20 to 25 minutes is all it takes.) They will puff right up.
Let them cool a little bit in the muffin tin, then run a knife along the edges to make it easier to get them out of the pan. Then just pry them out of the muffin pan with a butter knife. I keep them on a platter covered with a layer of parchment then a layer of plastic wrap or I put them into two large glass storage containers. I love these glass storage containers. (That’s an affiliate link.) They’re great for meal prep in general and the food doesn’t come in contact with plastic.
To reheat them, put two egg cups on a microwave safe plate. Microwave on high for 1 minute until they’re steaming hot! If you prefer not to use a microwave, make sure to cover them when you reheat in the oven. Or you can always enjoy them cold. They are quite good that way!
More Paleo Breakfast Recipes To Try This Month
Paleo Clean-Eating Pancakes
Paleo Chocolate Pumpkin Donuts
Paleo Green Apple Smoothie
Please let me know if you make this recipe and come back and leave a star rating and review. It helps so much!
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Description
Paleo Egg Muffins with sausage and broccoli are an easy meal-prep recipe for a high-protein low-carb breakfast. They’re like a mini omelet made in a muffin tin!
Ingredients
Cooking Spray, avocado oil or Ghee
10 ounces hot Italian pork sausage, casings removed
2 cups chopped broccoli
10 large eggs
1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon ground black pepper
½ teaspoon paprika
Instructions
Lightly coat a large non-stick skillet with cooking spray, set over medium-high heat and add sausage. Cook and crumble until the sausage is broken into small pieces, browned and cooked through.
Place broccoli in a medium microwave safe dish, splash on 2 tablespoons water, cover and microwave for 2 minutes. Carefully remove cover (steam will escape!)
Meanwhile, preheat oven and coat a 12-cup muffin tray (generously) with cooking spray, oil or ghee.
Combine eggs, mustard, salt and pepper in a large bowl and whisk well Pour egg mixture through a fine mesh sieve into a large measuring cup.
Divide the sausage and vegetables evenly among the muffin tins. Pour the egg mixture over the sausage and veggies, dividing evenly. Sprinkle on paprika.
Bake the egg muffins until puffed and cooked through, 20 to 23 minutes. Let cool in the muffin tins until warm. Run a knife along the edges of the pan, and remove the egg muffins.
Notes
Feel free to sub in pre-cooked chicken sausage or smoked sausage. Just cut into small bite-sized chunks.
Frozen chopped broccoli can be subbed for the fresh. Just measure out 2 cups frozen, then thaw and drain. No need to cook it.
Nutrition
Serving Size: 2 egg muffins
Calories: 293
Sugar: 0
Fat: 23 g
Saturated Fat: 8 g
Carbohydrates: 3 g
Protein: 18 g
Keywords: low carb,keto,paleo,breakfast,meal prep,gluten free,dairy free,grain free,broccoli,sausage,eggs
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Alright, I’m sitting on a train heading home from nyc to my parents’ place. Today’s been wild, to put it mildly, lol, so lots to explain there. To begin, my alarm went off at 3:45 am this morning, at which point I had to convince myself that I did actually want to get out of bed, then proceeded to do so and get dressed, throw my toothbrush in my bag and confirm that Jess was ready to go before calling the Uber. It was a few minutes out but I wanted to be ready, so I walked down the stairs in my apartment building and about three steps short of the bottom my brain somehow short-circuited, probably because I was still half asleep, and decided that there were no more steps there, so instead of walking down the rest of the steps I just took a giant plunge forward which landed me smacking my knees into the ground just in front of the door with a giant OW. My first observation though was relief it was just my knees that hurt from getting smacked and not any other parts of my body (like a foot or wrist that are known to break) that had been injured and could’ve been a much bigger issue. Don’t need one of those derailing the day to say the least, the amount of ice that’s been on the ground lately has made me really skittish about slipping and falling outside so that’s been on my mind a lot.
But I picked myself up and proceeded to actually leave the building and enter the Uber that pulled up a minute later. Picked Jess up and was on our way to the airport. I rolled my sweatpants up to check my knees, I had a fairly large scrape on my left one but my right one was ok, it wasn’t really bleeding though thankfully and I’m prepared for everything so I had bandaids and bacitracin within reaching distance. So I patched myself up a bit and we were on our way. Made it to the airport and since we had our boarding passes printed out and weren’t checking any bags (we were flying Spirit so just doing a backpack each) we just went straight to security, which proved to be a bit of a longer work than initially predicted, but once we got through successfully we saw we had no need to worry because the plane was not going anywhere fast lol. We ended up being a bit delayed, and then there was a whole hoopla where the lady on the speaker initially said we needed 23 people to switch to another flight that was leaving soon after and that there was gonna be a $250 voucher available for every person that switched, which led to a large amount of people rushing over to try to claim this, only to be followed up with a minute later that oh wait, actually there’s no voucher available but we still needed 23 people to switch to another flight. So naturally that put a bit of a damper on people’s willingness, but eventually we figured it out and actually did get onboard. Once we were onboard the pilot got on the speaker and explained that the issue had been that they had overfilled our plane’s fuel tank and that instead of removing fuel they instead transferred the weight of the extra fuel (apparently about 23 people’s worth) to another flight to make up for it, which made a lot more sense because I was like even for Spirit overbooking a flight by 23 people is wildly irresponsible, so I felt better knowing that didn’t occur. Once we were in the air I took out my make up bag and proceeded to do my make up, and when I was done with that I just closed my eyes while listening to music and didn’t sleep but at least rested my eyes for most of the trip. We ended up making decent time, got there at like 9:20 when our initial landing time was supposed to be 9, so not bad.
Once on the ground we headed to the nearest bathroom where we both changed our sweatpants into jeans and Jess did some make up before we left. Headed to the taxis (because easier that Ubers in NY) and gave them the address for Juniors, which was serving breakfast until 10:45, and headed there. The ride wasn’t bad, had to eat the midtown tunnel toll which was like $6 but that was unavoidable. But we got there pretty soon and waited for about ten minutes before getting seated and having breakfast. I had an omelet for the first time in quite a while, not because I don’t like omelets (because I do) but generally when given the option I preferred something breadier and sweeter (so pretty much waffles and French toast, occasionally with pancakes thrown in) but they had a corned beef omelet and you can’t get that every day so I went for that. They were good and fast of course, they know what their gig is and they play it well. After that we headed out and ended up going to a stuffed animal store on the corner that apparently was featuring the stuffed animals from the members of BTS which Jess is like obsessively against (she’s an anti-fan, basically) so we had to go and check that out and see all the very, very weird products they had (and they were very weird) and eventually took a picture with a giant teddy bear at the front of the store. We didn’t have much else to do at that point so we went to the Forever 21 in Times Square and ran around there for a while, Jess grabbed a few things and while we were checking out there were like best friends matching keychains that we were joking at and we were like oh if they were something more relevant to us maybe we’d get them, and under them they just had normal keychains of like a pineapple I lifted one of them which revealed an avocado keychain which then caused us to freak out because this was clearly Fate, so now we own best friend avocado keychains that weren’t supposed to be a best friend thing but they are now.
Once we finished there we really didn’t have anywhere else to go, so we ended up just chilling in the Starbucks on 47th until it was closer to the show time at which point we walked to the theatre on 43rd and stood in line briefly before getting to our seats. We were in the literal last row of the orchestra, where I have been before but have never complained about because I knew the important part was being in the orchestra to begin with, even the last row are good seats. And then it was time for the play (a bit of a change since we generally do musicals, but for Harry Potter you change things up) and so we were off. When the script had been released I had heard reports that it was very weird and a lot of people didn’t like it, but I had it on good authority that the play version was worth watching, so there we were. And oh, it was very much worth watching.
Heavy spoilers from here on, obviously, because I’m gonna freak out about how good it was now. Like, agh, all of it was done so well. I totally see how it wouldn’t transfer to paper well in the means where people were expecting to read it like a novel but plays aren’t meant to be read they’re meant to be performed, and this definitely needed to be performed to reach its full artistic genius. The technical effects were excellent, but unlike shows like King Kong and Spider-Man (the musical!) the effects didn’t far outshine the story but only served to elevate the story (as they should). They used music for a lot of the transitions, not unlike a musical except of course nobody’s going to start singing at some point. Everything was done very smoothly and they often left you with a “how did they do that....” as the scene goes on (and I mean, I’ve seen a lot of effects, but there were several I was quite taken with). Storywise of course I’ll only go through this for the first half of the show since it’s split into two actually separate shows (like first starts at 2 second starts at 7:30, each of which had an act one and act two). Okay so, act one. We open on the well-known scene that is pretty much all we know about the future of the HP-verse up until this point: the epilogue. We see Albus Severus talk nervously about potentially getting sorted into slytherin, then goes on the train with his cousin Rose (Granger-Weasley). Much like the opening of the original (as Rose points out was where their parents met) they come across one Scorpius Malfoy in his train compartment. I hadn’t imagined Scorpius as much other than existing from the epilogue up until this moment, yet I instantly recognized he was nothing like what I would’ve expected from him and was also 100% as he should be. The actor playing him was fucking hilarious but made it work with so much more than just the funny lines. So Rose gets sorted into gryffindor and Albus gets sorted into slytherin, where him and Scorpius become best friends. There’s also the establishment of a crucial plot point, being that there were rumors that Draco couldn’t get his wife pregnant and to keep the Malfoy line going they used a time turner to go have a love child with Voldemort and Scorpius is actually Voldemort’s child, something he gets teased about and Draco is trying to get Harry to tell people the ministry destroyed all the time turners but Harry won’t get involved.
We get shown a few scenes indicating the passing of the years, Albus having a deteriorating relationship with his father who can’t seem to relate to his middle son, up until right before he’s starting his 4th year. Harry, who works for the ministry, gets a visit at home from old Mr Diggory who is fairly unhinged and is begging Harry to use the time turner that just showed up at the ministry to go save Cedric. Albus is listening from the stairs in the back and gets introduced to Delphi, Diggory’s niece who is taking care of him in his old age. The scene ends, Albus and Harry have a fight where not nice things are said (mostly by Harry), Albus decides on the train the next day he was done with this crap and convinces Scorpius to abscond with him on a mission to steal the timeturner and go save Cedric. Now, some character commentary. Albus and Scorpius are fucking great together. From the first scene I legit just leaned over to Jess and was like GAYYYYYYYYYY because they’re legit just the entire plot and all of it was just them basically being in love with each other (🤷🏻♀️).
So the show up at the old wizard’s center Diggory is at And they run into Delphi who they conscript into their adventure to save her cousin. They manage to break into the ministry and do manage to steal the time turner, where they plan to go back to the first task of the tri-Wizard tournament which is of course flawed thinking because they only would’ve needed to intervene in the last one, but there had to be a whole show here. So they go back and interfere, they steal his wand and when they come back Ron and Hermione aren’t married and Albus is sorted into gryffindor, apparently the result of some prodding from Ron’s son he had had with Padma Patil. Meanwhile there’s parental angst and Harry tries to keep them apart because he thinks Scorpius is a bad influence on Albus. So these lovable dorks are like let’s go back again and interfere with the second task (again, not the point), but when they get back Albus is gone and Scorpius is greeted by headmaster Umbridge, who explains Harry died at the battle of hogwarts and the wizarding world is under Voldemort’s control, close curtain end of part one. So that was wild.
After the show we went back to Juniors and had more food, then ended up going back to the theatre because it was cold outside and back to the story because that’s where we wanted to be. Meanwhile in the theatre they had switched all the merch and stuff over to the dark insignia (not the traditional dark mark, a new snake thingy) because it’s all under that now. So the play opens, everything’s very militaristic, under a despot, and Scorpius is VERY STRESSED, he keeps getting hassled because he was asking about Harry, and talking about Cedric, where he is able to find out Cedric was so humiliated by his terrible loss in the second task of the triwizard tournament he went down a dark path and became a deatheater, but “wasn’t even very effective because he only killed one wizard, some loser named Neville Longbottom.” Oh. The future of the free world rests on Neville Longbottom. That tracks. So he eventually goes to Snape who’s still a teacher at the school and spills everything, including him knowing about Snape loving Lily from the other world, which leads Snape to take him into the room of requirement (didn’t spell that right) where we find Ron and Hermione and that’s about it, there’s a whole confrontation with the dementors which they did much more effectively than the movies, that basically led to all the adults sacrificing their lives in this reality so Scorpius can go set it right in the real world (at which point I was like legends season 2 finale much??), which he manages to do and yay Albus is back! So everything is good except Harry’s scar has been hurting and there’s some issue going on.
So they make the adults think they lost the time turner but Scorpius then reveals he had it and wouldn’t give it back to the adults because they would just lie and keep it again and since he had seen the true horror he knew they had to destroy it. So Albus sends an owl to Delphi because she was there with them to begin with and she should be there to see them destroy it, and manages to get the time turner from them and upon hearing of the alternate reality Scorpius was telling of she reveals she’s actually the child of Voldemort and is actually a very powerful witch who takes them back to the night of the final task of the tournament where they’re supposed to be stop Cedric from winning so he’ll become a deatheater, something about a prophecy, she’s crucio’ing Scorpius so Albus will comply but they manage to get away from her, for a second ACTUAL CEDRIC shows up and gets her away and I swear to fuck I fucking cried it was beautiful and so I’m home now and didn’t mean to get into explaining this much plot shit because as you can see it gets quite complicated and takes a lot to explain but we’re here now so I guess we’re going the rest of the way home. So the boys are missing again and parents are distraught again, they manage to foil her plans for that night but then she grabs them and takes them to a day and then smashes the time turner so they’re stuck. Meanwhile parents figure out who Delphi is and they go to her room which looks normal but when you turn the lights out there’s like glow in the dark words written all over about the prophecy except instead of just being on her walls they were all over the entire theatre like under the balcony right back where we were sitting EVERYWHERE it was so good and also Harry was having weird flashback dreams that never happened that mostly just consisted of him going weird places with the Dursley’s but one of them was at his parents’ graves and there was a jump scare that scared the shit out of both of us, so that was fun.
So boys figure out they’re stuck the day before Voldemort tries to kill Harry as a baby so they figure Delphi’s gonna stop him from getting destroyed, so they stake it out and with some creative choices they manage to get a message back to Harry and everyone about where they are and Draco reveals his dad had been hoarding a much better quality time turner (at which point I just leaned over and was like “a very potter sequel?”) so the adults (meaning Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Draco) all go back and find the boys and make a plan to corner Delphi when she shows up, but then they figure she’s waiting for Voldy to show so she can introduce herself, so Harry transfigures into Voldy and tricks her into where they all were except it starts failing at the last minute and so they’re fighting and at first she manages to lock everyone else out so it’s just her and Harry and she got his wand so he’s fucked but Albus is tiny and like climbs through a grate in the floor (they’re supposed to be in the old church in Godric’s Hollow), gets his dad his wand back and lets everyone else back into the fight where they defeat her. It was revealed when she was talking to fake Voldy that apparently she was the love child of Voldemort and Bellatrix LeStrange born before the battle of hogwarts and raised by Rodolphus LeStrange when he was apparently let out of Azkaban (because that happened for some reason) and was basically confunding old man Diggory and tricking everybody into thinking she was his niece and nurse (there was a confrontation with Draco and Harry and Diggory where they’re like “we know they’re with your niece!!” and Diggory is like “I don’t have a niece, I was an only child and so was my wife????”) and then once they have her defeated actual Voldy comes in and they have to watch his parents get killed (we hear it and see them watching) which was very sad. But then they get back to the present where they get yelled at a lot by McGonagall (well-deserved) and then some eventual cheering and improvement in father-son relationships for both boys and like, I’m sure the plot I just explained sounded really nuts but it was honestly such a sweet and sincere story that was so incredibly well-executed. If Angels in America hadn’t been playing on broadway last year, I’m convinced they would’ve swept the (play) Tonys, and while AiA won the actor focused awards (for best leading and featured as Andrew Garfield and Nathan Lane, because of course), cursed child won for best play, best director, scenic design, costume design, lighting design, and sound design, which is honestly a huge feat in itself so they should be very proud, though I maintain Scorpius’ performance very much deserved a Tony (upon consulting with British friends since almost all the main cast was taken from the original west end production the actor did in fact with the Olivier for the role so that brought me comfort). But yeah, that was wild.
And since then, we left, walked back to penn, chilled at shake shack until the train was ready to go, rode the train home where I started writing this, and I’ve since gotten off the train, into an Uber, back to my parents house, got ready for bed, and am now sitting on my bed with the lights out ready to go to sleep as soon as I finish writing this, it’s almost 2 am so I think it’s safe to say this is a good spot to finish. Goodnight loves. Hope you had a wonderful Saturday as well.
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Things Put Into My Mouth Hole! Update
It’s been a second since I’ve posted a recipe or much of anything on this blog. We’ll it ain’t dead if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve moved recently. The prep for the move, the move itself, and slow acclimation to my new space has occupied the majority of my time and labor. Side projects like my YouTube channel, that podcast I never launched, and this blog wasn’t a priority.
Because I’ve been spending much more time at home in San Diego, I’ve been able to focus on me stuff. Like growing as a decent more mindful human being. I’ve been nourishing by brain with literature on sexuality, queerness, and body politics. Also, I’ve been figuring out a new routine and practice when it comes to eating and cooking especially in consideration of living full-time with my partner and adjusting to that new and exciting life.
During this time I’ve eaten delicious things with amazing people. I’m grateful for the privilege of being able to put wonderful things in my mouth, so I’m sharing some food pics with you. I’m assuming you’re here because you love food too.
Here’s a round up of some foods I’ve made, eaten, enjoyed, and learned from since this the start of this transitional period of m’life.
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Ground chicken and veggie stir fry with dumplings
I really like my stir fries to be really gingery and heavy on the veggies. This time around when I went grocery shopping I totally self sabotaged and bought all the FART INDUCING vegetables I could get my grubby hands on without realizing that’s what I was doing. This stir fry is seriously the best way to prank a roommate who is about to go on a hot date or present a thesis or something because its magical property is making the eater FART SO MUCH THAT THEY THINK THEIR SOUL IS ESCAPING THEM FROM THEIR ASSHOLE. I’m not usually a huge proponent of all caps, but I figured the stress on how gassy this food makes you was important.
This just in--Veggies make you fart.
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Banana bread cookies
I love treats. It’s a problem. It’s a balancing act. It’s a star-crossed relationship really because I’m hyper aware of the track record of diabetes in my family. I’ve tried to make a point of not making treats since the move. I also promised myself that when I took up most of the household cooking that I wouldn’t compromise our health because of my penchant of tasty naughty food. The exception for making treats is of course social events. We went to a barbecue at a friend’s place and I offered to make ice cream sandwiches. The cookie cake base for these sandwiches is banana bread because I miscalculated our banana consumption for the week and ended up with bananas aching to be something more than compost.
Banana bread also happened. See below.
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Ham, feta, and basil omelet with chocolate peanut butter swirled banana bread
A huge challenge I’ve been facing at the new place is finding spaces with good lighting and nice clean background. In my previous house, I was a bit of a neat freak...nay, I was a tidy freak and that house had damn good lighting almost everywhere. In that space I was particular about keeping surfaces relatively clutter free, but I recently realized that when you live with someone your tidy habits can evolve because maintaining a household suddenly becomes a team effort. So here’s my cluttered coffee table. But hey, I’m human and I’m sure y’all are too.
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Stuffed chicken, feta, and tomato pizza
Does anyone else love upcycling leftovers? Before this bad boy was made I cooked up some feta and herb stuffed chicken, which I later sliced up and used to top this pizza. I definitely am guilty of forgetting about leftovers that are literally chilling in the fridge, but I make an effort to jazz them up so I’m more compelled to eat them later. Pizza did not fail me here.
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TBEC Sandwich and pineapple
The same clutter is still there. Sue me. I haven’t consistently used a dining room table since I moved out of my parents’ house. Unless I’m eating out, I’m usually eating standing in my kitchen, at the coffee table while I work or catch up on Netflix, or somewhere random in my house.
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Mr. Moto Pizza in North Park
I’m seriously in love with sharing food with friends. It is by far one of my favorite bonding activities. I really enjoy crossing that landmark in any relationship where you just share food, share plates, offer each other bites...it’s a way for me to share and receive love.
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Laila Ali:
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Daughter of Mahammad Ali, and a boxer in her own right. Girl Power! She says, “looking your best on the outside, starts with what you’re putting on the inside”.
Hydration: 10 - 11 glasses of water.
Breakfast: Shrimp Omelet with Spinach and Cheese
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This was a lot to get up and eat first thing in the morning. This has two egg whites plus one whole egg, 4 oz. of shrimp, spinach and mozzarella cheese in it. It’s really good, but OMG, very filling! I would rather have something like this for lunch rather than at 7:30 am. And I would also rather have coffee than water to drink with it. BUT, I did get my glorious cheese!!!
I sautéed the shrimp last night to save on prep time, but it still took about fifteen minutes to make. Dog got the two egg yolks and loved them. I don’t know people 86 the yolk.....the whole egg is good for you and has nutritional value. Here is a recent story from Time magazine that talks about the benefits of the yolk. So, go ahead and eat the egg in its entirety, as it was meant to be eaten.
BTY, I’m stuffed, but I am headed to Pilates soon, so hopefully I will burn some of this off.
Post-workout Shake: Protein Shake
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I did not “float like a butterfly or sting like a bee” at Pilates. I should have taken the Defend Yourself class which is taught by a female boxer at my gym, but I stuck with Pilates instead.
Needless to say, I was not even hungry for this and could have skipped it completely. It doesn't taste bad though, although it is a little grainy.
This has 8 oz. of unsweetened almond milk, rice protein powder, super-green protein powder, 1 tsp. coconut oil and ice. She uses whey protein powder, but I couldn’t find any, so I got rice protein powder. There is a debate over which is healthier for you. They both have their benefits and really seems to come down to personal preference and what you are looking for in your protein powder.
I am not sure why she added coconut oil , but you couldn't even taste it.
Having had several of protein powders now, they don’t taste bad, but I am not a big fan of them. You can always taste a little graininess in your drink. Just eat REAL FOOD!!
Lunch: Soup and Salad
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Like Oprah, I love soup and could eat it everyday. However, I am not a fan of canned soup. Laila Ali says she has homemade chicken and white bean soup and I am sure hers is super yummy. I can’t however, just make one portion of homemade soup, so I sought out a can. There are a lot of chicken and _______ soups out there, but not chicken and white beans. This is chicken and wild rice, and like most canned soups, it was just ok.
For once I was glad the salad did not have any other components to it than just salad greens and dressing. This is dressed with Trader Joe’s Light Champagne Vinaigrette. Of course, both items needed salt and pepper, but y’all know that by now.
I ate a little later than usual because I wasn’t even hungry, but I knew I had to eat lunch. I am glad this is a normal sized lunch and on the light side. I am also thankful it wasn’t just a salad for lunch.
Afternoon Snack: HALF of a Think Thin Creamy Peanut Butter Bar
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I was able to buy this at the regular grocery store, although they had them at the health food store also. Once I opened it, I was afraid I would not be able to only eat half of this bar. (Y’all know I love peanut butter by now). It looks delicious.......but it doesn’t taste that way. It is dry and tasteless. It doesn't taste like anything, not peanut butter or chocolate. It tastes like astronaut food. Oh, but wait, astronauts get actual peanut butter in space!
This reminded me of the kind of shit my parents used to give me and try to convince me it was really a candy bar when they thought I was too young to know better. I wasn’t fooled then, and I’m not fooled now. I’m not even tempted to eat the whole thing.
Besides being higher in protein, it’s also higher in saturated fats and carbs then peanut butter. It’s weird, the label lists 0g or sugar, but 20g of sugar alcohol. If you look up “sugar alcohol “ as a food ingredient, which I have never seen on a food label before, it’s just another code for fake sweetener found in foods labeled sugar-free. 20g or “sugar alcohol” is equal to about 10g or sugar. If you eat too much, it can cause diarrhea, bloating and weight gain. (An ingredient commonly found in diet food!) Yeah for diet food! Again....just eat fucking real food in moderation!
A serving of my junk food peanut butter only has 4g of sugar....and actual sugar, (real food). In case you are curious, here is the nutritional label for the peanut butter that I normally eat, sometimes by the spoonful, right out of the jar.
Dinner: Salmon with Brussel Sprouts and Half a Sweet Potato
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Holy crap, welcome to sweet potato week. Ugh! This are the EXACT same sides J-lo had in her lame-ass dinner on Friday. Swap the chicken for salmon and it elevates the dish. This is STILL a naked, boring, bland sweet potato. These women hardly eat....they can splurge on a little butter on the potato. Trust me, it will make them much happier individuals.
The salmon was delicious, but again, this is not really a very interesting meal. Wine would have definitely helped!
That lame half of a lame protein bar did not satisfy me, and I was starving by dinnertime.
My verdict: Laila started her day off strong with a shrimp omelet. She seemed to front-load her day, and then it kind of went downhill from there. Lunch was good, (I’m sure it would have been better with homemade soup). The protein bar was terrible and dinner was only ok. I started the day off full, but was starving by dinner.
People Magazine Verdict: Laila has a very clean diet, (Um, if processed protein powder and a fake protein bar are considered clean). I am so impressed that she adds a whole egg to her breakfast and coconut oil to her smoothie, (I guess it doesn’t take much to impress you. Go to a Waffle House....you’ll be blown away by how many people add whole eggs to their breakfast).
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Day 19 - Review
How do I Feel?
It was a cold, rainy day here in Tennessee and I struggled to maintain warmth. On the food side, I had a case of the munchies in the afternoon. Read on for more details.
Meals for Today:
Breakfast - Omelet with Bacon
Again? What can I say, I'm a creature of habit. Actually, Belle had grandiose plans of getting up early and making Paleo-friendly cinnamon rolls. That plan went out the window when she realized she'd have to get up MUCH earlier than 6:00 AM. Maybe we'll try those cinnamon rolls over the weekend.
Lunch - Bacon Ranch Salad from McDonald's
This is kind of a sad story. We took a team to a workshop today and was going to eat out after it was over. On leaving the workshop, we agreed on going to the Cracker Barrel restaurant. I dutifully plugged that into Google Maps and was directed to a Cracker Barrel about 7 miles away. Some restaurants are okay to go in and eat as a single person; Cracker Barrel is not one of those restaurants. So I went to a nearby McDonald's and got a Grilled Chicken Bacon Ranch Salad. Since I'm not hardcore about the dairy, it was my best option. It wasn't bad, but it was still McDonald's.
Dinner - Stuffed Hamburger with Roasted Peppers and Eggplant
This recipe comes from Paleo in 28. Stuffed hamburgers are kind of a thing these days and this was okay. I'm not a huge fan of eggplant, but it was barely noticeable in the burger. The roasted peppers did give it some flavor. The hardest thing about this dish was getting it cooked properly. We probably could have made the two patties a little thinner to help out with cooking. The recipe also calls for grilling but that wasn't possible due to the steady rain. Again, this was okay. I'm not sure if I'd repeat.
Snacks:
manderinas
dark chocolate
Exercise for Today:
This was a crappy day for exercise. I've only completed 6,152 steps as of 7:00 PM and am not in the mood for push-ups and sit-ups. I'll blame the rain. (Really, I'm just lazy!)
Daily Summary:
As I stated above, it was cold and rainy today and my mood was probably affected more by the weather than I want to admit. It wasn't a bad day, but the cravings in the afternoon caused me to eat more dark chocolate than I should have. I woke up last night to a growling stomach and left a little hungry. It wasn't enough for me to get up but it was noticeable. It's not been one of my better days for sure.
Stats for Today:
On a positive side, I did lose 1.2 pounds overnight which puts me at 9.3 pounds of loss for the month. That's 92.8 percent of the way towards my monthly goal and 23.2 percent towards the yearly goal. I fully expect to gain tomorrow given my lack of discipline in the afternoon.
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