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Crispy Gnocchi: A Delicious Twist on Comfort Food

Crispy Gnocchi: A Tasty Transformation Hello! It’s Ali stepping in for Emily Weinstein this week. Today, I want to share a delightful take on a beloved comfort food that has taken the culinary world by storm: crispy gnocchi. As one astute commenter, Susan Ford, aptly noted, crispy gnocchi are essentially the gourmet version of tater tots. When prepared with care, the shelf-stable, store-bought…

[notbecauseofvictories]

the thing is, there’s nothing that resonates in my soul quite like feeding someone.

[tenrosedyke]

I got off work when the sun is still out, it is +5 degrees- a little crisp in the air but being outdoors is still enjoyable, my apartment is freshly deep cleaned, and I just spent $30 at the grocery store and I got everything I need to meal prep three different kinds of soup and bake fresh bread tonight. love is real

[starb0n3]

TEEN IN A TIM BURTON MOVIE DIET 🦴🌫️

(inspired by @honeysugarfree)

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You wake up with one thing on your mind: going out for a walk in the woods. But you can’t. You’re a teenager who has school, and your parents would kill you if you skipped school.

It’s too early to eat anything. Pass the time playing with your cat or simply reading by the window as the sun rises.

School is so boring when all you’re craving is a nice cup of warm soup or hot chocolate prepared by your mum. Whatever, you’ll suffer in silence and snack on whatever fruits you threw into your bag this morning.✧˖°.☾

For lunch, you’ll have leftovers from yesterday. roasted/baked/boiled veggies accompanied by rice or wheat. you don’t eat it all; it’s cold, and not that nice at all… Maybe your parents packed you a sandwich instead? make sure you don’t eat the crusts, though. they’re the worst part.

If you’re lucky, you might’ve even added one of your bakes as dessert (low cal pastry/cookie), or a small yoghurt. if you didn’t, don’t fret. your parent didn’t forget to include a fruit or veggie for health.

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Back home at last — not before you went on a small walk, though. your parents were worried about where you’d gone off too again, and you’re greeted by a warm broth/soup, or some more baked veggies.

you don’t finish your plate unless your walk was very tiring. you’re too eager to finish that book you started!

Once in a while, you might be allowed a piece of cake or some hot chocolate. not everyday, though. that would be bad for your teeth!

End the day with a cup of tea, reading under a warm blanket with a piece of your favourite chocolate or sweet. 🍂☕️🐈‍⬛

MEAL IDEAS I LOVE:

Chickpeas in tomato sauce with rice

Whole bread sandwich without the crust: tomato, cheese and cucumber (ham if you want, i’m vegetarian c:)

Ratatouille or Shakshuka with wheat/bulgur

Apple sauce cookies (i can share a good recipe if you want)

Pasta/zucchini gratin

Lasagna (spinach or veggies with tomato sauce - or mince, once again, i’m vegetarian)

potatoes (sweet is even better) with broccoli

Mushrooms with bread

Tomato salad (vinegar, herbs, olive oil)

Lentil/corn cakes with cream cheese

Pumpkin pie

Vegetable broth (or chicken) with vegetable dices

Potato soup

Tomato orzo soup

Mashed potatoes with lentils

Lentil soup

Beetroot (it’s so good even on it own)

REMEMBER!

You always prefer ‘halloween’ themed pastries — involving apples, pumpkin, carrots…

Eating isn’t a bother, you’re just a slow eater. don’t hesitate to share your love for sweets, while keeping consummation low.

You get tired of veggies so much! never finish a meal you don’t like.

Your favourite candy is liquorice, and most halloween themed ones like acorn or hard candy

Keep the chocolate low. it’s too heavy and nauseating!

If you must, have a piece of nutella/peanut butter and jelly toast, oats, or milk with fruits in the morning. i promise it’s much better than those ‘healthy’ alternatives (makes you satisfies and low calorie if you only have one)

No crisps — they’re too oily and dirty your books. Pop corn is so much better (and lower in cols) — caramel or pumpkin spice is a staple!

Cinnamon on apples… the best treat!

If you ever eat out with family, eat only a third of the meal and get the rest to pack. it’s so good you want to make it last!!

Bake and cook as much as you can! This will make your parents understand what you like, and not push to make you eat those gross overly fat foods.

Try to stay under 1,000 kcals, but don’t count calories obsessively. keep portions small and always leave a third of your plate.

Have fun!

(i’ll make a moodboard with meals etc, i hope you enjoy!)

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General Tso’s Tofu General Tso’s Tofu features crispy caramelized tofu bites with tender broccoli rabe in a tangy savory sweet sticky sauce. Learn how to make extra crispy tofu with the minimum oil and time without deep frying, plus the best General Tso sauce! {Vegan, Gluten-free}

Recipe: https://omnivorescookbook.com/general-tso-tofu/

[aloysiavirgata]

Fisher King prompt: dark crescendoing to light. Daniel Waterson and his baggage come back into her now-married life; maybe by way of the autopsy table. A dark case comes across Mulder’s desk. You pick. A happy surprise at the end to bring them both out of it?

Thanks, lady.

It is the dead nurse that catches his attention. Two days back from his honeymoon, attaboys and filthy jokes and cigars and a stack of manila folders on his dust-rimed desk.

Pendrell whistles when he sees Mulder, makes a predictable playing-doctor joke. He leers as though it obscures the soulful puppy wetness of his face. As though he hasn’t noticed Dana at crime scenes before, the autumn bonfire of her hair. Her tourmaline eyes.

Mulder thumbs the band on his left ring finger, spins it a little in the cool morning light. Flips them all off with good-natured grouchiness as he makes his way to the elevator. He thinks it might be fun to be an old man, to listen to the slap of his bedroom slippers on the grocery store linoleum.

The air in his office smells like cardboard boxes, like ghosts of lo mein and forgotten pizza. Copier toner. Pencil shavings.

His wife says, “Honestly, Mulder,” and makes chicken sandwiches from dinner leftovers, makes him salads with salmon and almonds and avocados and says he needs to gain eight pounds. He’s taken to her demands like a stray cat adjusting to life indoors. He’s growing glossy and sleek, full of essential amino acids.

Full of life.

***

There is no congestion in any of the organs. No petechiae in her eyes, no blood clots in the fragile slices of brain. Lips, mouth, esophagus free of corrosion, not an aneurysm the size of a poppy seed. The bruises and claw marks on her gray throat are her own doing. There are over a dozen witnesses.

Her nails are clotted with her own crumpled skin.

Dana pokes her finger into the aorta, sniffs the dead, butcher-shop air of Ludovica’s mouth. She prods at the lungs and hunts for lesions and surfactant. The nurse’s stomach contains a half-digested bagel and tuna salad. The muscular walls are in the very pink of health. She has lungs like freshly chewed bubblegum.

Dana huffs a strand of hair off her lip. She does not want to call him.

***

“What killed her?” Mulder asks, around a mouthful leftover quiche. God it’s good. She caramelized the onions, used two semesters of organic chemistry on the pastry and can declaim on the Maillard Reaction in a voice fit for Showtime.

“I’m working on it,” his wife says, brisk. “Thus far it seems to be nothing, which is a bit of a problem, medically speaking.”

“How embarrassing,” Mulder says, hunting around for another chunk of broccoli. “To die of nothing. You talk to this Waterston chappie yet?

Silence.

“Dr. Scully?”

A sigh.

Mulder’s brow furrows. “Dana Katherine, what gives?”

She sighs again. “You remember that med school professor I told you about? Funny story…”

***

He gazes at her the way tourists gawp at the Mona Lisa; not with a particular appreciation, just a bit awed that they can check it off their bucket lists.

Twice, for Daniel. A certain chumminess. A hint of inside jokes and favorite restaurants and that-lovely-inn-we-stayed-at. Of possessiveness. Territoriality.

Mulder shakes his head, just a twitch. Just enough to clear Daniel’s smug carnal knowledge of his wife away. Mulder’s fucked people’s daughters as well. People’s wives. There was one at Oxford, Honora, her husband a full professor and he -

Mulder doesn’t say this. He doesn’t say anything as Daniel stares at his Rossetti wife, undoubtedly thinks about the determined twitch of her twenty-one year old ponytail and her scuffed Keds and her slipshod Navy brat graces and her body like Artemis bathing by moonlight.

But Daniel’s alone and Mulder isn’t.

Dana isn’t alone either because, against all reason and karma, she’s married him, married Fox Mulder, like it was an absolutely sane thing to do, and her family simply went along with it.

“Tell me what you saw,” says Mulder, with the gentle absolution of a priest. “No judgement here,” he lies. She was hardly more than a girl, she was an innocent, she trusted you, you fucking asshole, you predator, you-

Daniel looks at Dana. Looks down at his surgeon’s hands. No ring on any of his fingers.

Daniel closes his eyes and looks at nothing.

“We began a midline sternotomy, absolutely routine, Suddenly Ludovica - Nurse Giordano - grabbed her throat and said she couldn’t breathe. She…she screamed Diavola! Said there was sulfur, said it was mustard gas, but none of the rest of us smelled a damn thing. But she was thrashing on the floor of the OR and our patient was-“

He looks around then, catches Dana’s eye, shyness in his expression. Shyness in his fatherly face. Dana had looked up at it for approval, no doubt. In what she probably thought was passion. Maybe even love.

Dana nods encouragingly and Mulder feels it then, the weight of years. He understands in that moment that time really is the fourth dimension; that it has a hot, heavy plasticity into which you can sink. He understands the realness of an event horizon, that they are all being pulled towards the unfinished thing between Daniel and his wife, Ludovica Giordano’s corpse included.

His wife was a physics major, his wife rewrote Einstein with the ebullient narcissism of the young.

He understands that his wife and Daniel speak the same primal, arcane language of science. He is a lowly psychologist, the major you pick when you can’t get into dental school but still want to Help Others.

Kepler’s Third Law tells us that intensity equals the inverse of the square of the distance from the source.

And he’s brought Daniel back into her orbit.

***

“I can’t believe you fucked him,” Mulder gasps into her tender seashell ear. An inch from her extraordinary brain.

“I was a child,” she hisses back. “Essentially. Don’t stop, Christ, don’t - I was a child, I-“

She was, she was, she was Eos newly born, she was radiant and young, she was Persephone to Daniel’s Hades, she was fresh milk at Ostara, and a sunrise over the Atlantic.

“Did you love him?”

Her thighs so taut and pale and quivering. Her wedding dress, her misty veil. Her palimpsest skin, on which he can rewrite himself.

“I thought I did but but it wasn’t this, it was never this, it was never you, I-“

Mulder comes in her, groaning, feels the tiniest sting of shame at how good it is to reclaim her from this other man.

***

“Dana,” Daniel says, heavy-tongued for Mulder’s consecrated, Catholic wife. He is hard; he shifts in the uncomfortable chair.

Mulder knows and Dana knows and the air is thick with this knowledge but strangely not unpleasant. The air is July just before a thunderstorm. The air is dense and verging. Primal, fecund, cataclysmic.

Hot.

Green.

Alive.

The air tastes like a 9-volt battery. He wants to put a baby into his wife.

“You were there,” Mulder says, his buckskin hands woven and laced. “What did you see?”

Daniel looks at Dana, Daniel is here for Dana, because he believes she is cold and lonely and alone in the way of the outer planets. He still thinks only he can warm her.

(He doesn’t know, Daniel, not really, that there is a solid core beneath the icy mist.)

She’s too distant and abstruse and Daniel doesn’t know.

***

Daniel smirks at Mulder, this old man who felt briefly alive in the hot juncture of his wife’s thighs; smirks as though he’s done anything real at all. They view the human heart so differently, he and Daniel.

Dana - Dr. Scully - rests her palms against her sharp tweed knee. She only wants to know what stops any human heart from beating. What shuts the brain down, from prefrontal cortex in a cascade to the lowly lizard stem.

“What did you see, Daniel?” She is poised and tensed. She is waiting. She is untouchable.

Mulder - Fox - is disarmed by the chill of her haughty face. Her Plutonian eyes are so very, very cold . So very, very far.

Ice could never be so warm.

***

“‘Maggie,” he breathes, into her amber light. Into her aura, in her husband’s office, after Mulder went out for their lunch order.

“No,” Dana says. “I don’t care. Tell me about the nurse.”

Daniel huffs. “I don’t know, it was nothing, Dana, Maggie said-“

“I don’t care,” Dana says, crisp. “I don’t care about your daughter. You certainly didn’t, when you brought me to your bed.

Daniel is appalled. “Dana, you were-“

“I know what I was,” she replies. “I knew what I was doing and I don’t regret it, not really. But I didn’t understand what you were, not then. And you should regret me, Daniel.”

He looks at her, his brows drawn.

He looks away, back through the years. Dana, all sharpened Ticonderogas and her mouth an unplucked apricot. Skin like fresh-churned butter.

“She was…she was gasping,” he says to the wall of of clippings. To the Flatwoods Monster and wendigos and little lost girls and stills from the Zapruder Footage. “She was clawing at her throat, she…diavola.”

Diavola.

Daniel looks at the ceiling. “She clawed her throat to ribbons,” he says. “She said our patient was full of demons, she said…” He shakes his head and looks at Dana again.

Dana knows. Dana has seen. Has read and wondered and wondered, considered the Gerasene demoniac in the synoptic gospels. Tooms at her belly on the chilly tile of her bathroom…

It will do no good. Whatever her husband says, the truth is not always a panacea. The patient has lived and Ludovica has died and all anyone wants is official paper with Dana’s name at the bottom.

A reckoning, now. A choice.

“Anaphylaxis?” Dana murmurs, in the perfume and cashmere of a different rich man’s wife. She puts a little throatiness in her voice now, like she did after Dr. Waterston spoke to her in private about Starling’s Law. She can give him this. She can give Ludovica’s family this.

Diavola.

Mulder is right, Mulder is almost always right. But Mulder is right in his own time and Ludovica’s family needs her home.

Daniel catches the lifeline she throws, grateful.

Humbled.

Daniel, when his gaze returns, is a bit smaller in her eyes. “Yes,” he says. “It must have been.”

***

They’re eating dinner at the Peruvian chicken place on the corner because Dana is hollow and Mulder has moderately weaponized his own culinary incompetence.

“Ansel died today,” she says, poking at her rice.

Mulder nearly chokes on a mouthful of black beans. “What?!”

“Died. Massive coronary at his desk. Dead within seconds.”

Mulder gapes. Ansel Jordan, Chief Medical Examiner in DC; the alpha and omega of the unexpectedly dead in the District. “He ran marathons.”

Dana nods into the middle distance. “He ran marathons. He had a treadmill in his office. He was 57 and he was my boss and I split his chest apart with a Stryker before his body had even cooled this morning. My god, I forgot what warm tissue feels like.”

She looks up with her wide, delphinium eyes. “They asked me, Mulder.”

They asked? He is appalled. “They asked you to autopsy him? That’s really fu-“

She shakes her head. “No, nobody asked me that. No one would ever. I volunteered, it was the right thing to do, for my colleagues. For Ansel. We were hardly close but I had tremendous respect for the man.”

Ansel was a runner. He ate well and drank in moderation. He cared for his body like a classic car; starting to slow down but with lots of miles left.

The human body is strange and unpredictable.

“Are you okay?” How do you cut open a man you know? He cannot believe she didn’t call this morning but also of course she didn’t call this morning. She is an eternal riddle, a beautiful enigma.

“I’m surprisingly fine,” she says. “I mean, it’s horrible and pointless and tragic. But the process of an autopsy…it soothed me. I knew what to do and there was a…a checklist.”

He smiles, soft. “You’re always a doctor first.”

Dana shrugs, fluid and dismissive. “I guess.”

He realizes then, awed. Adoring. “They want you to… to step in, to be Chief. Dana, that’s incredible, that’s a huge honor. I’m sorry it’s come at the cost of Ansel, but Christ. It’s tremendous.”

He will never achieve this in his own career and is delighted that she can.

Dana nods slowly, a blush creeping up her fine, pale cheeks. She spears a plantain and examines it on the end of her fork. “It’s obviously not a formal offer yet, my god, he’s only just been released to the family, but yes. It’s tremendous.” She bites into the plantain.

He thinks back to that feeling of wanting a baby, wanting her to have it, and knows that the new Chief Medical Examiner of DC will have other pressures, other concerns.

She’s expressed interest in babies in a vague sort of way, but doesn’t want them like he does. Dana grew up with hand-me-downs and home haircuts and spaghetti the last week of every month. She knows that babies grow into scraped-kneed children who need lunch money and trombones and French tutors and football uniforms.

He’s rich enough for it all, for night nurses and nannies, but he knows her body is not a rental property. He wants a baby, he does, but he also doesn’t care if it means this for her. He doesn’t care if her star can rise.

“I love you,” he says, raising his plastic cup of horchata. “And I’m so goddamn sorry about Ansel.”

She lifts hers back, his wife, her old-master face and her slapdash smile. “Thank you,” she says, still pained. “And slaínte.”

“L’chaim,” he replies. To life.

[a-living-canvas]

Part 1, Part 2

Caramel Curls III

Fuzzy and distorted. 

Whumpee groaned softly. They opened their eyes, an arm wrapped around their waists in a firm grip. Whumpee's head was resting inside the crook of Whumper's neck, arms wrapped around it as their legs enveloped his waist. 

Why…would they be in such a position?

Whumper noticed Whumpee's small movement and he gently shushing them. "Hey…hey, go back to sleep, it's okay."

Whumpee let out a soft sigh, they looked up at Whumper with a groggy expression. Whumper was stirring the soup in the pot, he chuckled when he could feel their gazes on him. "What is it, baby? I asked you to sleep, right?"

But that's not what they wanted at the moment. They tried to squirm away, out of Whumper's arms. Pushing his chest away and unwrapping their legs from his waist. Whumper chuckled, watching as his little baby pulled away from him and tried to stand up on their own.

They failed.

Whumpee stumbled forward, their palms landing on the floor along with their knees. They closed their eyes tightly, trying to fight off the intense headache and drowsiness.

"You can't walk yet, baby."

Whumper simply said. He turned off the stove before wrapping his arms around Whumpee's waist, picking them up. 

"N-no…don't touch…!"

"Shh…"

Whumper brought them to the couch, laying them down as he walked to the kitchen to grab something. Whumpee groaned softly, shifting on the couch as they sat up and pulled their knees to their chests. 

Whumper returned again, holding a bowl of brocollies. He spooned one out and held it to Whumpee's lips. "Eat." He ordered. Whumpee grimaced, sealing their mouths shut. 

"Keep those…away from me…!"

"Oh come on, it's not that bad."

Whumper prodded the spoon a few times against Whumpee's lips, waiting for it to open. "Come on, come on. You gotta be a healthy baby for daddy."  Whumpee grumbled in frustration, swatting Whumper's hand away. They looked at him with annoyance on their faces.

"Stop bothering me!"

"Stop resisting me!"

Whumper held out the spoon again, tugging on Whumpee's bottom lip to force it open when they suddenly bit his thumb. Whumper winced in pain, pulling his finger away. He looked at Whumpee in disbelief.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

Whumper blew a soft wind on his thumb, eyeing Whumpee with a frown. He didn't like it when his baby was being naughty like this. Then, with a swift motion, Whumper picked up the bowl and ate a spoon of brocollies himself.

Whumpee just watched him eating as he chewed on the green thing before he…spat the content back to the bowl. Whumpee raised an eyebrow, a slight disgust appeared on their faces as the broccoli turned into a mushy soft thing, making them want to gag.

"What…are you doing?"

Whumpee asked cautiously, they started questioning Whumper's state of mind. The other only looked up at him with a smile. "Soften it for you to make it easier to eat."

Wha—

"You could just smash it with the spoon…!"

Whumper shrugged, playing dumb. "You are right. I could do that." He stirred the broccoli together, watching the little bubbles forming. "But I know you don't like normal things."

Whumper spread the substance across Whumpee's lips, watching as they froze with their wide eyes looking up at him. Truly a sight.

He grabbed their wrists, holding it in place as he said with a hint of amusement laced on his voice. "Oh, Whumpee. Your mouth is so dirty. Won't you clean it up?"

Whumpee's eyes widened a tad bit as they realised what Whumper wanted them to do.

Oh...Oh.

Slowly, they licked their lips, tasting the bitterness on their tongue as they locked eye contact with Whumper. Bubbling on the back of their throats, Whumpee could only think of one word,

...Gross.

~

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[trekwiz]

Food Replicators: A Missed Opportunity

I was just thinking about how we see food replicators portrayed in Star Trek: people generally eat their "staples". It's even a way to offer "a bit of home" for traveling alien species--just download the appropriate culinary database and you're good to go.

But we haven't really seen the shows explore what happens to a cuisine once you introduce replicators.

Sure. You had a busy day at work so you come home to your go-to. We make a lot of quesadillas: they're low effort, and it's easy to get a lot of variety in the fillings. And yeah, if I had a replicator, I'm probably still going to eat quesadillas.

But I really love dumplings. Especially fried dumplings and soup dumplings. I can make fried dumplings. It's a lot of work and it never tastes anywhere near as good as restaurant dumplings. I get them maybe once a month or every other month.

But if I had a replicator? My diet would probably be mostly dumplings. That's only a slight exaggeration. I would probably eat them daily--and try a variety of recipes--some days for lunch, some for dinner. And I might even explore what breakfast dumplings would be like: would egg and bacon dumplings work?

If I had a replicator, my staple foods would be different from what my staples are in reality. Not drastically. But it would be noticeable.

I want to add one more layer of complexity, though. I'm imagining foods I know I enjoy, and removing the expense and effort from the equation. I can easily recognize how my food norms would change under those terms. Exploring that concept is interesting enough, but it doesn't really capture how deeply a replicator could affect cuisine.

Can replicators make impossible foods?

What completely unique thing could come out of a replicator that revolutionizes what we eat?

The premise of a replicator is that it doesn't cook food. It assembles molecules in the right sequence, at an appealing temperature. That would necessarily suggest something huge: cooking methods can be irrelevant.

Could you have soft, steamed broccoli stems, with a crisp sautéed floret still attached? Roasted Potatoes with an au gratin interior?

How many desserts with mutually exclusive bake times and methods could now be seamlessly combined together? Maybe a perfectly baked meringue inside a cake instead of on top?

You could probably have a literal creme brulee snack bar, with a crispy caramelized shell all around it, holding it together.

People would experiment. Which ones take off as a standard after dinner treat for local culture, and which ones are so fantastic that they become tomorrow's festival foods? Which ones spur "gross" eating competions? Will this affect food fights?

I feel like this would be an interesting side plot for a random food historian on the crew to geek out over.

[r1poutmygvtz]

low cal foods and my safe foods/ingredients:

(to remind myself when i go shopping so i don't panic and forget what to buy, *next to one means i haven't tried it yet but will try it eventually)

long list and i will most likely keep adding as i remember things :3

*kraft fat free shredded cheddar/mozzarella cheese (45c per 28g)

*great value cheese slices (30c per slice/21g)

philadelphia whipped cream cheese (50c per 22g)

*great value whipped cream cheese (50c per 21g [^^cheaper option])

hersheys unsweetened cocoa powder (10c per 5g)

choboni zero sugar lactose free strawberry greek yogurt (70c per 170g)

starkist tuna pouches (70-110 per pouch depending on flavor [ones not in oil])

hy-vee tuna pouch (60c per pouch)

starkist deli style tuna salad pouch (80c per pouch)

great value chicken pouch (70c per pouch)

ice sparkling water (5c per bottle)

c4 energy drinks (0-10c per can depending on size and flavor)

mission zero carb mini original/sriracha ranch tortillas (25c per 18g)

bettergoods keto wheat bread (30c per 28g)

great value cauliflower rice (15c per 76g)

great value frozen sliced carrots (30c per 85g)

great value frozen broccoli florets [32 oz bag] (25c per 85g)

great value frozen cauliflower (30c 85g)

great value frozen strawberries (50c 140g)

great value frozen blueberries (70c per 140g)

*wymans blueberry strawberry banana/yogurt strawberry raspberry bite cups (40c per cup)

great value eggs (70c per egg)

great value frozen small shrimp peeled and tail off (80c per 112g)

great value frozen chopped onions (35c per 85g)

jongga vegan kimchi (10c per 28g)

oceans halo seaweed (20g per pack)

pantry basix sweet teriyaki (5c per 15ml)

cucumbers (15c per 100g)

dannon light and fit yogurt cups (50c per cup)

miracle whip light mayo (20c per 15g)

kraft lite ranch (60c per 32g)

lee kum kee sriracha (5c oer 7g)

clover valley dijon mustard (5c per 5g)

*great value oven roasted turkey breast slices (50c per 56g)

marketside classic iceberg salad (15c per 85g)

vlasic kosher baby dill pickles (5c per 3 pickles)

great value unsweetened applesauce (50c per 122g)

torani sugar free coffee syrup (0c per 15ml)

*maple grove farms sugar free maple syrup (5c per 30ml)

crazy richard's peanut butter powder (50c per 12g)

*smuckers sugar free jam/preserves (10c per 17g)

great value sugar free jello (20c per box)

hyvee instant chicken bouillon powder (5c per 4g)

quaker lightly salted rice cakes (35g per rice cake)

laughing cow light cheese wedges (25c per wedge)

for you bagged radishes (10c per 75g)

*jell-o sugar and fat free vanilla/white chocolate/banana cream pudding mix (80c per box)

bettergoods unsweetened vanilla/original almond milk (30c per 240ml)

marcel's modern pantry unsweetened oat milk (20c per 240ml)

jack links teriyaki/original/sweet & hot mini jerky pouches (50c per pouch)

*skinny pop butter popcorn (140c per bag)

*skinny pop original/white cheddar popcorn (150c per bag)

*gerber toddler trays (120-160c per tray)

*gerber toddler pick-ups (60-140c per bowl)

gerber baby puffs (25c per 7g)

gerber yogurt melts (30c per 7g

gerber rice rusks/teethers (30c per 7g/2 packs)

gerber lil crunchies (35c per 7g)

*little bellies apple and berry softcorn (35c per bag)

pure protein shakes (140c per bottle, 30g protein)

great value pumpkin purée (40c per 120g)

*that's smart small curd low fat 1% cottage cheese (60c per 113g)

werthers sugar free hard candy (100c per bag)

*werthers sugar free chewy caramel (130c per bag)

*werthers sugar free chocolate caramel (100c per bag)

*werthers sugar free caramel coffee (130c per bag)

[i-am-a-living-god]

You know what, I just made the best soup of my LIFE, I wrote out the recipe so I won't forget it, and now I'm posting it here.

Soup!

Either 2 small onions or 1 big onion. Slice in half and than chop lengthwise, do not dice!

Pour olive oil into pot, add onions and cook on low heat while you prepare the other ingredients.

First chop three medium size potatoes into small cubes. Set aside.

Chop the garlic, you don't have to mince it, you can just slice it or even cut em in half. I used 5 cloves, but adjust to taste.

Once the onions are caramelized (important!) add in the potatoes, followed by the garlic.

Slice a small (idk like the size of from the tip of your finger to the first knuckle?) piece of ginger, add to the pot and stir.

Chop colliflower stems and broccoli. (Add whatever vegetables you want tbh these are just the ones I had, carrots are good! But I didn't have any)

Add to pot and stir. In a bowl add in about 1 and a half spoons of chicken stock powder, and about a tsp and a half of baharat, a half tbs of cumin, a tbsp of paprika, a half tsp of sugar, a large pinch of salt, and a half tbs of tumeric. (Adjust to taste, and I didn't actually measure, these are just estimates.)

Pour in some hot water, a decent amount, and mix. Pour into pot, mix, and add in one can of chickpeas, (Drained ofc.)

Boil more water and add it.

Let boil for about and hour and a half, and surve with couscous or egg noodles.

Enjoy!

[dead-but-still-magic]

What foods do you think sound good to make right now?

@redtimbrs2

(Ooc: I had to make a whole new blog cause the original got deleted lol)

Grilled tilapia with veggies and rice with pan seared potato slices garnished with sauted onions with a side of boiled broccoli and carrots. The drink has to be strawberry lemonade or oolong tea and the desert lemon sherbet or vanilla bean with caramel swirled gelato

[angel-dustspo]

Daily check in – Day 9

Workouts:

FAV WORKOUT DAYYY: 20 minutes dumbell toned arms - growingannanas

20 minutes HIIT cardio by growwithjo

Steps: 11 300

Eating:

breakfast: a ham and cheese sandwich, ½ apple, a tangerine, almonds, some choc overnight oats with blueberries

lunch: fish with broccoli and peas, baked pumpkin, ½ apple, coconut

dinner: 2 egg omelet, pumpkin pie, caramel protein pudding

Water intake: 2.5 liters

Sleep: 9h (REALLY OVERSLEPT ON A TEST DAY.)

Studying:

Did so well on the physics test I think it's a perfect score (hopefully🙏🙏)

Read 40 pages

Did extra work for English (1 hour)

Screen time: low

Self care:

The only moment when actually I WANT to do my physical self care is when I'm sweaty after a good workout, so that's exactly what happened!!!

Emotion of the day:

Kinda neutral because I got in some arguments and overslept and I'm kinda stressed about finals and school

Thoughts for tomorrow:

I wish to do a lot of the schoolwork for the exam and some homework for the week

I'm hanging out with a friend tomorrow so I hope everything goes really well!!

[kikuism]

top five things you’ve made in the kitchen recently!

yay i love sharing what i make!!

1) roasted eggplant lentil salad

low-key life changing??? i had no idea this combination could be so good. i'll do anything to eat more veggies and this is hands down my favorite way to do so. eggplant is already my favorite vegetable so i knew this was going to be a repeat dish for me. the flavorful lentils, garlic lemon dressing, caramelized eggplant + spinach and finely chopped tomato and a sprinkle of tangy feta = heaven

2) chicken manchurian

such a classic but for a long time it never worked out for me, i'd follow desi aunties on youtube and i'm sorryyyyy but i'm a stickler for measurements and when they start measuring '1 mug of flour' i'm like oh ! ok. then i found a recipe on a desi blog i've come to really trust (it's so refreshing to find a pakistani blog with gram measurements??? she knows what i need) and it turned out so good!!! the chicken finally came out super crispy and the sauce is to die for. my siblings always request this

3) spinach feta scrambled eggs

i don't have a pic of this help. and also technically it should be an omelette but my nonstick pan has basically lost all its nonstick ability so i just make scrambled eggs instead. i finely chop a small onion and saute it, add spinach, salt, pepper, and thyme and top it with feta it's sooooo good and so simple.

4) chicken puff pastries

this is another classic pakistani favorite and i used to make the traditional circle ones but ever since i found this recipe i've started making them into triangles bc it's sooooo much faster and no wastage. the buttery flaky pastry and succulent spiced chicken filling is to die for.....i will eat any pastry with any meat filling it's such a winning combination.

5) magic broccoli

does this count LOL it's sooooo good and when i made it i legit are half the pan on my own, something about the seasoning of olive oil, lemon, garlic, salt and pepper and parmesan cheese turned the humble broccoli into a divine food. the dark edges are my fave omg so crispy and the flavor is so concentrated. I LOVE ROASTED VEGETABLES

[cruelfeline]

Chicken yakitori with broccoli and steamed rice.

There's a teriyaki glaze involved, and it caramelized in the pan, and it is so, so good. Oh, and scallions. Scallions are likewise involved!

100% would feed to Frey. Cuff can have a skewer.

[foodffs]

Scrumptious Chicken Broccoli Rice Casserole brings caramelized onions, sweet garlic, and sautéed chicken together with long grain rice and steamed fresh broccoli in a creamy cheddar cheese sauce, all topped with a buttery cracker topping. 

[kindahornydude]

Hungry Campers Pt. 1

Once upon a time, in a quaint little town, there lived a group of adventurous young men who were known for their love of camping and their insatiable appetites. They had been friends for as long as they could remember, and every summer, they embarked on a camping trip to explore the great outdoors. This year was no different. They packed their gear, tents, and, of course, a seemingly endless supply of snacks, and headed deep into the forest for their annual campout.

After a day of hiking and setting up their campsite, the group gathered around the crackling campfire. The air was filled with laughter and stories, and as the night sky blanketed the forest, they decided to sleep under the stars. The fresh forest air and the sound of the nearby stream created a peaceful lullaby that put them into a deep slumber.

But as the night progressed, something extraordinary happened. The campers began to stir, their senses awakening to the most enticing aroma they had ever experienced. It was as if a gourmet chef had prepared a banquet in the middle of the woods. Their eyes fluttered open, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

The forest had transformed into a magical land made entirely of food. Trees were colossal broccoli stalks, the river flowed with chocolate milk, and the ground was a soft, velvety carpet of mashed potatoes. The very air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread. It was a food lover's paradise.

The young men couldn't contain their excitement. They jumped up and started exploring this edible wonderland. They plucked strawberries from the bushes, scooped handfuls of ice cream from the streams, and even nibbled on the marshmallow clouds that dotted the sky. Everything was delicious.

As they indulged in their culinary adventure, they soon realized that they weren't the only ones in this world. Playful candy creatures, gummy bears, and chocolate rabbits frolicked around them, joining in the fun. It was a joyful, surreal experience.

As they continued eating, they couldn't help but overindulge. Their stomachs started to round out, and they laughed about their growing bellies, teasing each other about their newfound "food babies." They kept eating, not realizing how full they were becoming, until their appetites finally started to wane.

Full and content, they decided to lie down in the fluffy whipped cream meadows, looking up at the starry caramel sky. It was there, under the edible heavens, that they drifted into a satisfied slumber.