#domestic wagyu

[johnnyprimecc]

Greystone Prime Steakhouse

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[memelawd]

So, for my story idea, I decided to make Trolls adaptive creatures.

When the Bergens captured the Pop Trolls, we don’t really know how long they were in the Troll Tree. But in my plot, they’ve been captive for a hot minute. 72 years, to be exact.

Like Wagyu livestock, they were groomed and pampered to bring out the best flavor. They were domesticated. Their anatomy adapted to be soft and sweet.

And like all domesticated creatures, they lost the features that made them wild. They lost their long tails that helped them balance and hang onto objects, they lost their claws that helped them climb and defend themselves, they lost their sharp teeth that helped them eat meat, they lost their special digestive system made for the consumption of raw meat, they lost their ability to properly growl, they lost their sharp eyesight that helped them track critters and see in the dark, and possibly the most important one of all, they lost their survival instincts. Which leads Trolls who leave the safety of their Village into situations that they can’t recognize as dangerous, and this has been the end of many unfortunate Pop Trolls.

Now, the only thing they have left is their flexible hair and stubby tails. Since they went from livestock to living peacefully in the Troll Village, their anatomy had no reason to adapt into anything different, so they remained the same.

Branch is the closest to what Trolls used to be. He’s had twenty years of living in the wild for his anatomy to adapt to his surroundings. His tail is long and whip-like, he has retractable claws, his eyesight is better than the others, and his instincts are impeccable compared to the rest of the Pop Trolls. But his teeth are dull, he can’t eat raw meat, he can’t growl, and he can’t see in the dark.

[darkmaga-returns]

Every 15 minutes, Americans are given a new reason why we need to import legions of foreigners.

We are told that without illegal aliens, our fruit will rot on the vine (I shudder at the thought of the great fruit shortage that plagued America before mass immigration), tableside guacamole will cost more than Wagyu, our lawns will turn into jungles as landscaping disappears, and, most recently, without an army of H-1B visa imports, our STEM fields will fossilize, leaving America mired in a comparatively dark of age of tech as our adversaries run laps around us. Regardless of the latest justification, one thing remains constant: You’re a bad person (and probably a racist) if you ask whether there’s an ulterior motive. 

If you managed to disconnect from politics and social media over Christmas, good for you, but for those who couldn’t pry themselves away, they witnessed a heated debate on X over H-1B visas. As the discussion unfolded, a myth was dispelled: H-1B visas are limited to supremely technical fields that require genius-level IQ. It turns out, H-1B applicants include wannabe 7-Eleven clerks, priests, plumbers, and architect interns, to name a handful. 

Others correctly pointed out that we cannot measure a supposed domestic labor shortage in tech without controlling for racial discrimination in the admissions processes at tech feeder universities and discriminatory hiring practices in Silicon Valley that disadvantage outspoken conservatives and white applicants. Cheap labor and strict control over employees were presented as obvious incentives for companies leveraging H-1B workers. 

[ryuzakemo128]

Chapter Two: Gates of Your Hell

cw: implications of smut, reader is an avid reader and writer of erotica, food talk, family drama, stillbirth, emotional family and other dark topics you may find uncomfortable.

Note: I recommend listening to 'Selling The Drama' by Live while reading this chapter.

Word Count: 6173

Joel sat there at his desk, still dumbfounded at where you lived now. A small beach town in Cambria? Who are you? Fucking Martha Stewart? At thirty-six? What the fuck? How did five years just happen to change you this much? He always knew you like him to a degree. 

But it was casual, and you even said you had no qualms in keeping it that way either. “Better not get attached. I know how you don’t do serious relationships anymore.” she slyly remarked with a dramatic flourish belonging more to an utterly whimsical fae rather a retired, former hitman. 

“I didn’t say I didn’t want anything serious.” Joel murmured to the memory of you in his mind. The wine bottle in your left hand, drinking it straight from the dark glass bottle as you didn’t intend to share it with anyone. The crimson cardigan you wore over your shoulders.

But you were gone like a tornado. Breaking down houses around you. The ones built with time and experience like it was your innate nature. It was something perplexing as it was desirable. Yet the wreckage you leave behind is enough to question where your true motives are lying in.

Joel saw you bright chipper in your garden like those hands of yours never taken another human life. Letting your rabbits roam in the open rabbit enclosure to take advantage of the good weather. Peaceful, quiet, at ease with the serenity. Effortless in your endeavours of complete and total simplicity.

It wasn’t like you weren’t capable of living this way. It was just hard to view you as soft, domesticated, homely and domicile. The stark contrast of this small town to Austin is both jarring and obvious. You took to your retirement well. Your refuge and your secrets kept inside.

Like a treasure chest full of bones instead of gleaming gold and glittering jewels. Bullet casings of guns and rifles you held within your grasp. The smell of gunpowder and blood staining your aura. Akin to shark diving inside a kiddie pool. It is disturbing, unsettling, off-putting, and completely ridiculous. 

He assumed you must have found someone already and the letter was at least several years old. What he didn’t know? Your mother wrote it recently, and you were single. Mingling with people, hooking up with some for one-night stands. Your mother’s act of sending him that letter bore fruit.

Joel pictured himself in the middle of your bed on a Sunday, your face planted into his chest, the sound of the ocean in the background. The lovely fact you’d still sleep like a starfish on the top of him. Smelling of your cigarettes, elderberry mead and slow cooked wagyu.

Spotting you while he was staying a weekend there. Alone, sitting in the pub enjoying an ale with a steak & mashed potatoes with steamed veggies drenched in mushroom gravy. Simplistic in terms of taste and choice. Then again, you were always one to stick to what you learned you liked.

It was the book of choice you were reading which stood out to him the most. An intense erotica between an Alpha man and omega woman. The type with a shirtless man on the cover looking at his woman with intense passionate grip on her waist. The typical romance.

And the open note pad of terms you liked from the novel? Hinting at your intent to write more for yourself. The words you scribbled down were ‘throbbing’, ‘sopping’, ‘dominance’, ‘forbidden’, ‘alluring’, ‘temptation’, and ‘ripe’. Phrases like ‘Her heart continued to beat faster than a highly prized mustang on a racetrack’.

Detailed enough to give someone an idea of what you liked about the erotic piece you were writing about. Though the description of the male protagonist was definitely specific, ‘hot-tempered’, ‘coy’, ‘playing hard to get’ and ‘hard to get rid of’, ‘ruggedly handsome’, ‘a billionaire’ with a penchant for BDSM.

‘Bound to him’ with the word him underlined three times, with a picture of a wolf in the corner howling at the full moon. Describing the alpha as commanding but not overpowering, intense but not controlling, possessive but not enough to crush the omega’s own inner flames burning within them.

“Should I kiss it better?” the alpha asked sauntering into the room, the smell of his kill lingering interwoven like faint cologne. 

The omega’s cheeks flushed, she looked up at him beneath her long lashes. “N…no.” she whimpered softly. 

The alpha leaned into her neck, nuzzling, inhaling her sweet scent, “Pup, you know I don’t take no for an answer. You should know by now.” Inhaling the smell of her from her neck, licking the salt from her skin. The scent of her arousal faintly there, growing by the second, even in her hasty, swift denial. 

Your face flushed with the heat growing between your legs. Harder to hide what made you start feeling that way when you’re in public and eating your lunch. Stuffing the book into your handbag, hoping and silently praying no one saw what you were doing at your table. Not like anyone there would have.

You weren’t terribly keen on testing on theory about whether someone would be game enough to ask you out loud. It was one thing to retire down here and become secretive about your previous wok. But completely another to flaunt your erotica around so everyone around you could see it.

Imagine that, releasing your own erotica in paperback in a town where everyone knew who you were? You would surely die before they could start to gossip about the plot behind it. If they could possibly find it beyond all the intense smut scenes within the pages of said book. 

Dead. Dead from the pure embarrassment is what would happen. You shivered, the thought of it was both thrilling and terrifying. Though the few older women in town you thought of at times would devour the thing and giggle about it in their small knitting clubs and little book clubs. 

The thrilling thought of having Joel Miller in your bedroom hasn’t left your mind. No matter how much time passed. He knew the quiet beach life wasn’t to his tastes. You knew he wasn’t the type to stay settled for anyone. Not even for you. Foolish to hope otherwise, right?

These things last a short time, and you have learned to accept to deal with the fact that a boyfriend or husband was never in the cards for a monster like you. And the victims of the people you have slaughtered would all agree. You were destined to die alone.

While you were working in the coffee shop. Slowly restocking certain items before opening for the day. Your mind constantly wandering towards what else to put into your erotica plot line. The tourists coming in from the big city were your constant supply of inspiration for your novel’s plot line.

As you took your lunch break, you were writing down small notes into your small note pad, names of types of fabric to the names of places people were from. Names of expensive perfumes people wore to the types of shoes they bought. The bell over the door chimed softly.

Snapping your head up from your scribbles. You put up a ‘wanted weekend barista’ for a job opening after deciding to open up a job position as a part-time gig. So you had more time to spend on the back end of your café and writing notes for your novel.

You had to do a double take when you smelt leather wafting in through the door. No. He wouldn’t be here. This town isn’t big enough for someone of his magnitude. His personality was larger than this entire town. Why is he here? Your mind doesn’t quiet down from it.

From all the questions you have buzzing around inside your head. They won’t shut up if he decided to saunter around and leave an hour later. If he even decided to stay there for longer than fifteen minutes. Was this how your bunnies felt? With your heart beating so fast.

You hoped you would have changed enough for him to not recognise you. You pretended to be the nerd other girls bullied you for being. The one guys never asked out because of how you dressed and looked. The quiet girl, forgotten the moment you were out of their sights.

But when you saw him, you knew you hadn’t changed enough. You haven’t changed your aesthetic enough to meld within the people around you, or had you changed your habits of watching people and memorising their every detail. Lingering like a begotten memory inside your bones and locked inside flesh.

Heat coming to your cheeks as you gazed upon him. Joel shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here at all. He should be in his ivory tower looking over the people below him in wage and in proximity. Taking large, slow, deep breaths to calm down your racing, beating heart. 

He would recognise you, there was, there is nothing you could to prevent it from happening. Delay it? Sure. But for how long? How long until he did? Would it take minutes or hours? Would he leave and come back? You didn’t know. But you knew the moment had arrived.

The moment of total and complete truth arrived at your door step. There he was, Joel Miller, dressed in a sharp black suit that contrasted with the warm, cosy ambience of your café. The kind of suit you often wore during your time as an expensive bodyguard to rich women.

Your heart rate spiked again when you felt his eyes on your back. Taking a deep breath, turning around as he spoke, his deep voice rough, “Is this seat taken?” You could have sworn you were about to either melt like a candle or snap in half from the shock.

You coyly stated, “I don’t know, are you cute enough to make the cut?” Your very first attempt at flirting at someone at work. A nervous one. But an attempt was certainly made. You just hoped he didn’t seem too weirdly off put by it, like your first crush was.

Corners of his lips twitched into a smirk, playing along with your delightful banter. “I've been told I clean up rather nicely,” Joel replied, his voice a smooth whisky slithering through the air and coiled around you like a warm embrace. Not long before the feeling in your stomach returned.

A flutter in your stomach, the same one you hadn't felt in years. Your heart skipped a beat. Did he just flirt back? No. He wouldn’t. Would he? No. He wouldn’t. You were certain you weren’t his type at all. You were dead certain you weren’t anyone’s type or fit. 

It felt like it came from out of a page of the novel you were writing. Too much of a fantasy to be real. To be right there. You were certain he was only being nice, polite, and friendly with you. Like most attractive guys lingering around you usually are. 

“Well, I’d say you’re more than a little welcome to take it.” You replied, smirking, as you were trying to play it cool, calm, collected, as you possibly could. The opposite of you in ways. As you pointed at the chair opposite of you. “What would you like to order?”

Joel’s eyes never left yours as he sat down, his gaze piercing through you like a knife through warm butter. “How about a cup of your finest black coffee and one of those apple fritters?” He said, his smirk growing wider, as his eyes never leaving yours for a second.

As if he was trying to read the very thoughts that were racing through your mind. But you enjoyed playing hard to get at times. Playing coy, aloof and unaware. Unaware of the potential ‘love story’ brewing between the two of you. It made the chase between you breathtakingly hot.

Nodding as he spoke, the tip of your pen gliding across the page of your tiny note pad in your grasp. Trying your absolute hardest not to completely melt into a puddle from the way he looks at you with his deep chocolate brown eyes. “Coming right up.” Standing up. 

Your legs felt wobblier than a newborn fawn’s and your heart beating fast than a bunny’s in heat. Walking away from the scent of his expensive cedar wood and leather cologne. The heat from his body lingering like a phantom. You felt like you were wading through thickening sweet honey. 

Joel eyes watched how you stumbled a little. A small victory among the many to come his way. He had your attention, your interest, and it was thrilling to have it after all these years. He leaned back in the chair and waited patiently for you to come back with his order. His gaze never wavering from where you were standing at the counter. Amused at how you floundered a little. Impatient thing, aren’t you? 

‘You’ve killed men like me before. But what it came to me? You? Floundering around over me?’ Joel pondered with a smirk, looking smug to others around him. But for him, it was glee, pure and simple. Watching you from the corner of his eye as he read the paper.

Picturing yourself handling a sniper rifle is what made your hands steady again. Odd to think about. But it was the only way to get them from visibly shaking like a scared mouse about to be eaten by a stray feline. You had to remember your training. Your job before you decided to leave that life behind you. Soothing in a way. An odd way to self soothe according to your spirited therapist yesterday afternoon. 

You took your sweet time brewing his coffee. Inhaling the sweet, rich aroma of the beans to calm yourself down. The sound of the grinder and the espresso machine hissing like a cat that was poked with a stick. It was a routine that you had mastered well in retirement.

You had to have something to keep you sane. No matter how small it may or may not be. Delivering his order on a retro styled trolley which made him smile. He certainly didn’t expect you find and refurbish such a thing. He enjoyed the sight of you navigating it.

The three apple fritters fresh, warm and the smell of cinnamon sugar-coating it wafting through the air. You set them down before him, the plate making a light clinking sound on the table. Placing his mug of coffee next to it. “Here you go.” You murmured, trying to keep calm. 

Joel gazed at the napkin with your number written on it. You were bolder than what you were before, that much is clear. The red lipstick kiss mark, the ‘call me after 6’. It gave him enough of a shock to his system to realise you became more womanly now.

You weren’t the same girl he knew. You had changed. Grown into a woman who knew what she wanted. He took the napkin, his thumb rubbing over the lipstick smudge. A thrill shot through him at the thought of you being so forward. To think he, the playboy being courted. 

The scent of your perfume still lingering on it. It smelled of lavender and jasmine, a scent he never knew you favoured. He took a deep breath, committing it to memory. “Thank you.” He said, his eyes never leaving yours as he took the napkin, tucking it neatly into his pocket.

Though you were waiting to see his reaction to the apple fritters, if he enjoyed them? You would surely melt into a puddle. Food is a big thing for you, even before you retired from your previous profession. Good food is something you always enjoyed with unfiltered, unbridled, passion.

“They’re heavenly. Thank you for the recommendation.” Joel took a sip of his coffee, watching you closely. He wasn’t expecting the joy coming from that statement. Your face lit up like a Christmas tree. And he didn’t even have to take his clothes off? How novel, quaint, utterly charming, fanciful. 

The tapping of your fingers together in absolute, complete joy and glee as he enjoyed them as much as you did. As everything you baked and put on your menu is something you personally liked too. As you wouldn’t put anything on there you personally wouldn’t eat, enjoy or devour.

“I’m happy you like them, they’re fresh out of the fryer, and I personally make them every morning. The apple orchard isn’t too far from here. They’re organic too!” You replied, trying not to seem too eager, but your smile gave away your excitement. It gave away your elation, eagerness.

The way you used to scrunch your nose when you bit into something sweet, the way your eyes would light up when you found a good wine, and how your voice would drop when you were really into something. All these observations he made of you coming into play again. 

You weren’t someone who played the card of ‘eager to please’ because you spent enough time into knowing what you liked. Joel’s gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about your apple fritters. He could almost taste the sweetness of your words as you spoke aloud.

The stark contrast to the bitter reality of his past with you. The way you used to be so guarded and closed off. Now here you were, smiling genuinely at him, serving him like you’d do for anyone else. The smell of apple fritters mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Creating a scent between you both. Wrapping around you like an old memory. Staining the ground for all to see. 

You cleared your throat, breaking the silence, “Is there anything else I can get for you?” Joel’s eyes never left yours. “Just the bill, for now.” He replied, his smirk not fading away. You nodded, turning around to grab the check. His lovely eyes went wide in complete, total surprise.

You had only charged him ten dollars for the entire order. You had never charged more than five dollars for anything on your menu. Something he took note of now. It’s no wonder why he saw so many locals come in and leave with a huge smile on their faces. 

You also declined tips. You didn’t ask for tips, and you certainly wouldn’t take tips either. Often encouraging people to spend it on themselves or to give to charity instead. Something he found to be rather baffling. To his knowledge, You weren’t rich, you weren’t even close to his status. 

Yet you were so incredibly generous with both your service and your time. You brought the bill over, placing it on the table with a gentle smile. “Let me know if you need anything else.” You turned to leave, but Joel's hand reached out to cover yours. The warmth of his touch was electric, sending vigorous shockwaves throughout your entire body, like an ocean waves crashing onto a beach’s shoreline.

“Actually,” he began, his deep brown eyes holding yours down with an intensity you could feel, “I'd like to talk to you more about your… exquisite taste in writing.” He leaned in, his warm breath pressed against your cheek. 

“I couldn't help but notice the terms you had scribbled down earlier.” The smirk on his face grew more pronounced, hinting at the curiosity now growing into a full-blown fire in his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your cheeks burn with a heat that had nothing to do with the warmth of the café. “It's just a hobby,” you murmured, trying to play it off. “A little something I do in my free time.” You hoped he couldn't feel the way your pulse is now racing under his touch.

Joel's grip tightened, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your knuckles. “I'd love to read some of it,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble sending shivers down your spine. “Perhaps it could be… an inspiring piece.” The double entendre wasn't lost on you, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your cool.

“Are you sure? I didn’t peg you to like that kind of thing? I’ve seen older woman read stuff like it than a man like you?” You replied, trying to play it off as if it was something trivial. But the way he was looking at you, it was anything but trivial.

His hand didn’t leave yours, “Oh, I assure you, I have quite the eclectic taste when it comes to literature.” His smirk grew wider, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly, hinting at a mischievousness that hadn’t been there before. “Besides, I’ve always had a soft spot for a good plot twist.”

“It's a whole less death defying my previous job, that’s for sure.” you quipped. “Definitely preferable to a knife coming at me. Hard work trying to guard someone sometimes. Never mind the fact of hiring someone like I was supposed to be as a bodyguard is always odd to me.” 

“And the kicker is the knives thrown my way were during those types of jobs more than the other. Weird. But not the kind of job I assumed would be so….intense.” 

Joel remarked about his bodyguard, “Ah, the life of a billionaire. It does come with its fair share of drama, doesn't it?” His eyes glinted with amusement as he took another bite of the apple fritter. “But I'm sure you've seen more than your fair share of intense situations.” He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly under his weight.

“Yeah. A lot of the concerning ones I've had to be there for, which stand out to me the most, are more familial related.” you stated.

Joel nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “Family drama can be quite… bloody, at times.” His words had a hint of darkness to them, a nod to his own tumultuous background that you knew nothing about. The way his jaw tightened ever so slightly at the mention of family was telling.

“The bloodier ones are more rare compared to the emotional side. The emotional side of ‘coming out’ to parents, I didn’t know I could be so much more angry and sad with people who should be raising their children.” You spoke, your voice filled with a hint of bitterness, “But they refuse to move past their own thinking to see their child hasn’t changed. They just know more about themselves. Or maybe when they dead name their child on purpose.”

“And most of these are children, young teens and older teens about to graduate.” You spoke, your voice filled with a fiery passion that you rarely ever shared with anyone else. “They just need someone to watch their back while they try to live their lives in peace. It’s not much, but I try my best to keep them safe from the monsters out there. Even if those monsters are their own flesh and blood. So I adopted the ones who weren't accepted. I said, ‘Fuck it. I'm going to be your mom now’. They require someone to love them unconditionally and not tie it down with a dollar sign. It’s a simple concept but one that’s lost on some people, unfortunately.” You spoke, your voice filled with conviction and a hint of sadness.

“To think I was skilled in taking life? I was saving as many of them as I took. I became a mother and I didn't have to wait nine months or get pregnant either. I told them the hitman thing and their response? They said I was a superhero. Just not the caped kind. You have no idea how that made me feel. I swear I cried a little.” you remarked with a laugh.

Joel couldn’t help but laugh a little at your words, his eyes warming up a little, his smirk turning into a full-on smile. “I’d say you’re doing a fine job as a mother, even if it’s of the unconventional kind. You’re giving them the love and protection they need. And let’s be real, not everyone can say they’ve taken a bullet for their family, let alone literally.”

“I hate to break it, you pup.” slipping up into your old persona a bit. “But my instincts like any well-trained total babe. It's still there.”

Joel reacted to your 'well-trained total babe' remark with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a mix of surprise and admiration. “So you're not just a pretty face, huh?” He leaned in closer, his hand still over yours, his thumb continuing its soothing circles. “I had no idea you were hiding such a fierce protector underneath that sweet exterior.”

“Not really hidden if you knew where to look, or what to talk about. For example, I had one of my children graduate not too long ago. I made them apple fritters and a pavlova to celebrate. They were so happy.” You spoke, your voice filled with warmth and pride. “I had another one finish their medical exams, and they were so stressed. So, I decided to make lasagne with chicken, spinach and ricotta cheese, their favourite. It's all about knowing what people like and how to make them happy. And I know you like apple fritters.” You added with a smirk.

Joel’s smile grew, “I can see that. And I’m sure your kids love having you around.” He said, his voice gentle. “But what about you? What makes you happy?” His question was genuine, something that threw you off a bit. You weren’t used to people caring about your feelings.

“Food. My bunnies. Writing. Writing letters by hand rather than typing them.” you answered.  Especially, potato noodles.”

The sudden mention of potato noodles made him laugh out loud, the sound echoing through the café. “Potato noodles? That's a unique choice.” He said, his thumb still tracing circles on your knuckles, the gesture now feeling more intimate than before.

“Yeah. Spicy potato noodles. Made from mashed potatoes, Potato starch, and Chilli oil sauce.”

Joel's curiosity was piqued, “You know, I've never tried that before.” He said, his gaze lingering on your hand, the napkin with your number still in his other hand. “Maybe you could teach me how to make them sometime?”

“Yeah! I must warn you, the chilli peppers I use to make the Chilli oil sauce are either jalapeños or ghost peppers.” you answered.

Joel's eyebrows shot up at the mention of ghost peppers. “Ghost peppers? Now, that sounds like a challenge I might have to take you up on.” His smirk turned into a grin, and you could see the glint of excitement in his eyes. It was clear that he wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge, especially one that involved food and spice.

“I used to snack on Jalapeños between morning jobs, the spice was more than enough to wake me up. But when I found out about Ghost Peppers, it was like someone turned up the heat in my kitchen.” You laughed, the sound light and airy, the kind that filled the café with a sense of comfort. “But if you think you can handle it, I'd be happy to show you.”

Joel's eyes danced with excitement, “It's a date.” He said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down your spine. The word ‘date’ hung in the air, thick and potent, like the aroma of your coffee. Was he really asking you out? You hadn't felt this nervous since your first date with the quiet guy from high school.

“But for now,” Joel continued, “I'd like to settle for your company.” He gestured to the chair opposite him, his smile never fading. You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. You couldn't remember the last time someone had made you blush like this. Furthermore, you sat down, your hands folded neatly in your lap, trying to calm your racing heart.

“I take it you haven't heard about my older brother's 'business venture' in Japan yet?” you asked.

Joel leaned in, his expression shifting from playful to intrigued, “No, I haven't. Tell me more.”

“He's gotten more philosophical after his firstborn was a stillbirth. Nasty business that. Yelled more about my previous job and said, 'If you weren't a hitman, my child would have lived'. I didn't say a thing. Couldn't. He was grieving, silence was the only 'gift' I felt I could give the man.” you continued after a pause, “The venture was to 'break from familial bad blood'. Noble in endeavour but far too late. Our family is steeped in crime, mafia ties, drugs and human trafficking. It's not something you can easily walk away from.”

“I appreciate his attempt, though, all things considered. It's the thought that counts, I guess,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. Joel nodded, his gaze understanding. He took another sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I've had my fair share of family drama as well,” he admitted, his voice a low murmur that only you could hear. “But I've always had the luxury of choosing my battles, thanks to my wealth.”

“We have wealth, just not gained through legitimate means.” you playfully teased. “Our metaphorical skeleton closet is so full it’s overflowing into the neighbour's yard. They’re complaining about the smell of dead bodies and dirty money.” You took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension that had suddenly filled the air.

“Even if we tried to clean it, it'd take a whole year to get it sorted out. And that's not even counting the real ones under my grandmother’s house in Florence or my aunt’s in Milan. Though it does pale in comparison to one of my uncle’s body count differently.”

Joel smirked at the fact your uncles fucked more than he ever stole from or killed. Which to him seemed rather impressive. “I’ve got enough skeletons to start my own haunted mansion. But none of them involve dead bodies in a closet. Unless you count my exes, which are plenty dead to me.” He quipped, the mood lightening a bit.

“How many of them were messy break-ups? Has been at least 3 right? The royal bad things come in threes rule.” you remarked. “Weirdly, apart from the casual thing I had with you? I had one crush in high school. I handed him flowers on the first date. Thinking, 'People like flowers, right?' and he was allergic. Hindsight is always 20/20.”

Joel chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Only one messy break up, really. And it was more of a 'messy' situation rather than a break-up.” His eyes took on a distant look for a moment before he shrugged it off. “But that's all in the past.”

“I had my cousin go through that, and that is worse than three breakups. He said, ‘I would have preferred to deal with three messy break-ups from three different people rather than with the same person for three years’. The guy was a saint. Or a glutton for punishment. I'm still wondering which it was.” You laugh, shaking your head slightly.

Joel looked at you. The gates of your hell were far different from his own personal hell he went through. The choice to approach you here wasn’t as bad as he thought it would have been. Possibly a little unconventional. Though, nothing about you is conventional in the slightest. Even when the two of you were still casually dating. The odd things about you stood out more when you weren’t there anymore. It’s hard not to get attached to you.

“A package for Joel Miller.” a courier knocked on his eccentric blue grey penthouse door. 

It was a hundred red roses, a USB with your handwriting, ‘A manuscript’ and a card handmade by you. The USB has four main folders. ‘Manuscripts’, ‘Audio Files’, ‘Videos’ and the last one labelled ‘Surprise 🫣’.

The manuscript folder had all your erotica short stories in alphabetical order. Each one had a little note of where you had been when you wrote them. Along with files of glossaries for terms which might confuse him. 

The Audio files were recordings of you reading your favourite scenes out loud, advice recordings on how to be intimidating without being physically present, and a few recordings of your personal thoughts. Your voice was a mix of velvety and assertive tones, sending shivers down his spine. 

Advice pieces like: ‘It’s fine to say no if you’re not comfortable, even if you’re the one who initiated it’, ‘Boundaries are healthy. They allow people to love you more and themselves more. Not less’, ‘Communication is key, even in the bedroom’, ‘If you don’t feel safe? Don’t go through with it, no matter how much you want to’,  ‘Consent is a continuous process. You need to be able to give it at every point. If you can’t, then stop’ and many others like it.

Though it was the ‘I want you to remember, learning more parts about what you enjoy and what you like sexually isn’t a bad thing. You can still be fifty plus and like getting pegged by a woman. Which doesn’t sound too bad to me either. Explore your kinks and enjoy it while you’re here. Puritans be dammed.” That had him snickering into his coffee, almost choking on it.

The videos had sub folders like ‘Basic Cooking tutorials’, ‘Advanced Cooking Tutorials’, ‘Baking’, ‘Four Bunnies’ and ‘Beach house tour’. In the baking one, you were making apple fritters, and in the beach house tour, you were giving him a personal tour of your place. The Four Bunnies one had you playing with your rabbits and speaking to them like they were your children.

In the 'Surprise' folder was a single video titled 'For Your Eyes Only'. The anticipation was palpable as Joel hovered over the file, his heart racing. He clicked it open, and what unfolded was a beautifully shot, intimate moment of you, dressed in a sheer robe, recounting the first time you had seen him.

“You wore one of my favourite colours. And I have only four that I like more than anything.” you stated in the video. “It was a crimson red, almost like a maroon but not quite. You looked like you came out of a painting. A Renaissance painting. Or like a Greek statue that had been painted with the most vibrant of reds. I asked you if it was satin or silk, but you just smirked and said, 'It's a secret'. At the time I swear I was so 'You cock tease ugh I want to know so bad'. Cause I don't know about you, but the feel of fabric is a big thing for me, it's like a gateway to pleasure. The way it feels on your skin, the way it feels when it's torn away.” You spoke, the words coming out in a whisper that seemed to caress Joel's ears, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Small things you don't think about normally? They can make or break a moment.” You continued in the video, your voice a siren's call to Joel's desire.

 “The way you held my attention was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was a goner from that moment. I knew you were trouble, but I didn't know you'd be this kind of trouble.” You giggled, a sound so light and carefree that it filled Joel's chest with warmth.

“Though, it was the reaction you had from when my brother fainted at my retirement announcement. You facepalmed at his dramatics like you were watching a terrible play.”

“You could have fit in with the Italians there, the hand gestures, the facial expression of exhaustion and disappointment, speaks to the ‘My son fainted at the announcement of a new sire’. Only he was more  dramatic. But that's why we get along. You don’t take things too seriously, except when you need to.”

Another video was of Porridge and her little babies, “There’s Orion, Cassiopeia, Andromeda, Cepheus, and Draco. Don’t get fooled by their cute looks. They can throw tantrums too. But they’re all just little balls of love and fluff. I swear, I’ve never felt so much love before in my life. I’ve taken a bullet before and felt less alive than I do holding them. It’s weird, right?”

Joel found himself smiling at your words, his thumb absentmindedly playing with the edge of the USB drive. He knew you had a soft spot for the animals, but to see you light up talking about them was something else entirely. It was like watching a different side of you, one that was rarely exposed to the outside world.

If this was your hell? He was more than happy to leap through the gates in order to get close to you again.

[mqonlighting]

some spideypool in the kitchen/cooking thoughts and hcs :DD

one thing I think about a lot is domestic spideypool (bc OFC i would) but mainly what peter and wade’s dynamic would be when cooking together in the kitchen.

in my scenarios it’s usually just them cooking for each other as a sentiment or bc they live together and don’t wanna order takeout all the time idk nothing big

peter is deffo the shit cook. the thing about peter’s kind of shit cooking is that he KNOWS he’s not the best— he’s just so adamant on everyone around him not troubling themselves with cooking for him so… yeah. its either he burns everything until it is literally black char or the food is so undercooked that pork would probably still oink and carrots taste halfway under the fuckin soil

(i was watching spectacular spider-man and there’s this one episode where gwen and captain stacy have to come help peter prepare thanksgiving dinner because he messed it up so badly LMAO)

wade is a LOVELY cook on the other hand and everyone’s eating good when wade is in control of the kitchen. however he’s also Spider-Man’s Loving Boyfriend™ first and foremost so whenever peter absolutely insists that HE cooks this time, wade will back down and let it play out — even if he knows peter sucks at cooking (😭)

but another thing about wade is this man’s stomach is made of STEEL and will probably eat anything from wagyu to cardboard, so no matter how much vegetable char or pale white chicken he has to ingest, he will devour it like it is the last meal he will ever eat because he will literally eat anything. AND he will never fail to send compliments to the chef just because he likes to see peter happy about smth he did

AND I IMAGINE one day may comes to visit them and peter insists he cooks for her and wade, and the minute peter is out of sight, it’s like:

may: “you let him cook?”

wade: “oh yeah it makes him happy when he gets to cook for people”

may: “that’s sweet but be honest, do you like his cooking?”

wade: “… it’s edible.”

THERE YOU HAVE IT more head empty only spideypool for you all :)))

< also my ao3 over here cough cough wink wink tear >

[scumtrout]

I fucking hate copywriting because people make suggestions like 'buy our premium wagyu steaks*! they're delicious and great for a barbecue with friends! our company was formed in 1982 when Billy Bob Thornton invented the domestic bovine, blah blah blah...' and my idiot technical writer brain goes 'that's too many words, I hate it, it should just say

BUY COW MEAT'

*this is an example, my actual job does not involve steaks despite involving stakeholders

[katsukiisshawty]

First one-shot of the day! Surprise! It’s a Kirishima x reader!

E̲i̲j̲i̲r̲o̲u̲ K̲i̲r̲i̲s̲h̲i̲m̲a̲ x̲ F̲̲e̲̲m̲̲! R̲e̲a̲d̲e̲r̲

Tw: Angst to fluff, Domestic abuse. You and Kirishima have been in a relationship since your graduation of your second year at Yueii (UA). What happens when you tell him that you have to break up because of family problems?

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As you cuddled up beside Eijirou in his dorm, he kissed your temple gently and intertwined your fingers with his. You drowned out the sounds of the movie playing. He had finally convinced you to watch a Crimson Riot movie with him because you would ‘like it’. You doubted him but gave into him because you loved him. But… Something had been gnawing at your insides since yesterday.

Your mom had called you, told you to come home and so you did. You arrived at her house late and you both ended up arguing about your relationship with Eijirou. Your mother stated that ‘you spend too much time with him and hadn’t spent enough time with your family’. The fight got… physical once your mother had had enough of you arguing with her. She had hit you. Hard.

And you weren’t having it.

You had been contemplating telling Eijirou about it, knowing that he would get extremely worried and ask you to take a break from him and push himself away. And that brings you to now. You spoke up, “Eiji?” Your boyfriend looked down at you. “Hm?” He smiled. “I uhm… Think we should take a… Break…” His smile faded into a frown. “Wait baby… Why? Did I do something wrong? What’s wrong?” He paused the movie and feigned surprise.

“No I-… Uh… Eiji, I just feel like we’re like… Spending too much time together… It’s just my mom said I’m not spending enough time with her and my family. She also said that I should just break up with you… So that’s uhm what I’m doing because… Uhm… She says I should take a break… Yeah… A break… from you… ”

You lied. You hated lying to him but you had to. You knew that you just broke his heart. “Baby… I-…” He sighed, “Okay… Uhm… If that’s what you want…” You frowned, slowly getting up from his bed. His warm bed that you’d miss so much. You left his room with tears threatening to spill down your face.

A week later, you and Kirishima had been avoiding talking or seeing each other. Your friends were worried for you. You had distanced yourself from everyone. The amount of crying you had done was abnormal.

Sitting in class was hard, especially because you sat right next to him. You had tried to convince Aizawa Sensei to let you move but he said no, fortunately. You had noticed him glance at you during the lesson more than many times.

After class, you and Jirou went to the cafeteria to have lunch. You sat down at your usual table with your trays and watched as Eijirou and Katsuki sat down in front of you both. Kirishima sighed and ate his wagyu meat n rice. “'the hell’s wrong with you?” Katsuki asked. Eijirou shook his head and said, “Nothing, Kats. Thanks for asking though.”

After lunch, there weren’t anymore classes that afternoon so you all settled on going back to the dorms. You walked up to your dorm but you were stopped by Kirishima. “Hey uhm… Can we talk?” He scratched the back of his neck and frowned. You nodded hesitantly and followed him to his dorm.

“I know we broke up, y/n. But I can’t be away from you anymore. I will literally do anything to have you back in my arms.” Eijirou said to you. He looked serious. As serious as he was while doing hero work. “I-… Eijirou…” He sighed and grabbed your hand to guide you to sit next to him on his bed. “I know, hon. Your mom said we’ve been spending too much time with each other so why did we have to break up to fix that…?” You looked guilty as you looked at the floor. “I couldn’t think of any other way…” you told him.

“Okay, sweets. How about this… What if we get back together and we’ll work together to figure out when we should spend time together and when it’s too much… Yeah?” He asked and intertwined your fingers. He knew you loved his hands. You loved everything about him, from his eyes to his personality.

“Mm… Yeah… Yeah I’d like that… ” You furrowed your eyebrows and smiled. He leaned in to give you a small peck on the forehead and then rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, hon. And I wouldn’t give you up even for the world,” he whispered. You kissed him. God, his lips still felt amazing.

Soft and warm.

You both eventually ended up cuddling in his room and finishing the Crimson Riot movie he was so set on the fact you’d like… ✰ —————————————————————–

Reblogs are appreciated! katsukiisshawty wrote this, not you so please don’t steal or repost on any other source! ✰

[priyanshisingh]

UAE Meat Market Report: Opportunities and Challenges (2023-2032)

The UAE Meat Market is experiencing substantial growth, as evidenced by the projected increase from USD 3,198.14 million in 2023 to an estimated USD 5,160.56 million by 2032, achieving a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 5.36% from 2024 to 2032.

The UAE meat market is experiencing robust growth, fueled by increasing consumer demand for high-quality, diverse meat products and a rising population with varied dietary preferences. This market is characterized by a significant preference for premium meats, including beef, lamb, and poultry, driven by a wealthy consumer base and a growing expatriate population that brings diverse culinary traditions. The market is also witnessing a surge in demand for halal-certified meat products, which cater to the predominantly Muslim population's dietary requirements. Additionally, there is a growing trend towards health-conscious consumption, leading to an increased demand for organic and hormone-free meat products. The UAE's strategic location as a trade hub facilitates the import of high-quality meat from global markets, ensuring a steady supply to meet local demand. Modern retail formats, including supermarkets and hypermarkets, alongside the rising popularity of online meat delivery services, are making meat products more accessible to consumers. The market's growth is also supported by government initiatives to boost domestic meat production and enhance food security. Despite the positive outlook, the market faces challenges such as price volatility and the need for stringent quality control to maintain high standards.

The UAE meat market is influenced by several trending factors that shape consumer behavior and industry dynamics. Here are the key trending factors in the market:

Health and Wellness Trends

Organic and Natural Products: There is a growing demand for organic, hormone-free, and antibiotic-free meat products as consumers become more health-conscious and aware of the potential health benefits of natural and minimally processed foods.

Lean Meats: Consumers are increasingly opting for lean meats such as chicken and turkey, which are perceived as healthier alternatives to red meat due to their lower fat content.

Halal Certification

Halal Meat Demand: Given the UAE's predominantly Muslim population, the demand for halal-certified meat is significant. Halal certification ensures that meat products meet religious dietary requirements, which is a crucial factor for many consumers.

Stringent Standards: Consumers are increasingly looking for assurance regarding the authenticity and adherence to halal standards, prompting suppliers to maintain rigorous certification processes.

Diverse Culinary Preferences

Expatriate Influence: The UAE's large expatriate population has diversified meat consumption patterns, leading to a demand for a wide variety of meat products, including specialty cuts and international cuisines.

Gourmet and Exotic Meats: There is a rising interest in gourmet and exotic meats, such as Wagyu beef and venison, driven by affluent consumers seeking unique and premium dining experiences.

Convenience and Accessibility

Online Meat Delivery: The convenience of online shopping has extended to the meat market, with an increasing number of consumers purchasing meat products through e-commerce platforms that offer home delivery services.

Ready-to-Cook Products: Busy lifestyles are driving the demand for ready-to-cook and pre-marinated meat products that offer convenience without compromising on quality and taste.

Sustainability and Ethical Consumption

Sustainable Practices: Environmental concerns are influencing consumer preferences, leading to a growing interest in sustainably sourced meat products. Consumers are looking for brands that promote ethical farming practices and sustainable supply chains.

Plant-Based Alternatives: While still a niche market, there is a burgeoning interest in plant-based meat alternatives as part of a broader trend towards reducing meat consumption for health and environmental reasons.

Technological Advancements

Smart Farming: The adoption of smart farming technologies is enhancing meat production efficiency and quality. Innovations such as precision farming, automated feeding systems, and livestock health monitoring are gaining traction.

Traceability and Blockchain: There is an increasing emphasis on traceability in the meat supply chain. Technologies like blockchain are being used to provide consumers with detailed information about the origin and processing of meat products, ensuring transparency and building trust.

Government Initiatives

Food Security: The UAE government is investing in initiatives to boost domestic meat production as part of broader efforts to enhance food security. This includes supporting local farmers, developing advanced agricultural technologies, and fostering public-private partnerships.

Import Regulations: The government is also streamlining import regulations to ensure a steady supply of high-quality meat products, facilitating trade with key meat-exporting countries.

Market Competition

Retail Expansion: Major supermarket chains and hypermarkets are expanding their meat product offerings, focusing on quality, variety, and competitive pricing to attract consumers.

Brand Differentiation: Meat producers and suppliers are increasingly focusing on brand differentiation through unique product offerings, superior quality, and innovative marketing strategies to capture consumer attention and loyalty.

Key players

Agthia Group

Americana Foods Inc.

BRF S.A.

Al Ain Farms

Siniora Food Industries

Tanmiah Food Company

The Savola Group

Albatha Group

Golden Meat

Halwani Bros Company

Forsan Foods

More About Report- https://www.credenceresearch.com/report/uae-meat-market

The UAE meat market presents several opportunities for growth and development, driven by evolving consumer preferences, technological advancements, and strategic investments. Here are some key opportunities in the market:

Premium and Specialty Meat Products

High-Quality and Gourmet Meats: There is a growing demand for premium and specialty meat products, such as Wagyu beef, organic chicken, and exotic meats. This provides opportunities for suppliers to cater to affluent consumers seeking unique and high-quality dining experiences.

Customized Cuts and Portions: Offering customized cuts and portion sizes tailored to consumer preferences can differentiate products and attract discerning customers.

Health and Wellness Focus

Organic and Natural Meats: The increasing health consciousness among consumers creates opportunities for producers to market organic, hormone-free, and antibiotic-free meat products. Highlighting health benefits and quality can appeal to this segment.

Functional Meat Products: Developing meat products enriched with additional nutrients or functional benefits, such as omega-3 fatty acids or probiotics, can cater to health-focused consumers.

Halal Certification and Authenticity

Expanding Halal Range: Expanding the range of halal-certified meat products, including convenience foods and ready-to-eat meals, can tap into the large Muslim consumer base seeking diverse halal options.

Traceability and Transparency: Implementing robust traceability systems to ensure and communicate the authenticity of halal certification can build consumer trust and loyalty.

Convenience and Innovation

Ready-to-Cook and Pre-Marinated Products: The demand for convenience foods offers opportunities for developing ready-to-cook and pre-marinated meat products that save time and effort for busy consumers.

Online Retail and Delivery Services: Expanding online retail platforms and delivery services for meat products can cater to the growing preference for online shopping and home delivery, providing convenience and accessibility.

Sustainable and Ethical Practices

Sustainable Meat Production: Investing in sustainable and ethical farming practices can attract environmentally conscious consumers. This includes promoting grass-fed, free-range, and humanely raised meat products.

Plant-Based Alternatives: While still emerging, the market for plant-based meat alternatives is growing. Introducing high-quality, tasty plant-based meat options can appeal to consumers looking to reduce their meat consumption for health and environmental reasons.

Technological Advancements

Smart Farming Technologies: Adopting smart farming technologies to enhance meat production efficiency, quality, and sustainability can provide a competitive edge. This includes precision farming, automated systems, and advanced animal health monitoring.

Blockchain for Transparency: Utilizing blockchain technology for supply chain transparency can offer detailed information about the origin, processing, and quality of meat products, building consumer trust.

Market Expansion and Diversification

New Product Development: Continuous innovation in meat product offerings, including new flavors, cuts, and packaging options, can keep the market dynamic and attract a broader consumer base.

Geographical Expansion: Expanding distribution networks to underserved areas within the UAE and exploring export opportunities to neighboring countries can drive growth.

Strategic Partnerships and Collaborations

Partnerships with Retailers: Collaborating with major supermarkets, hypermarkets, and specialty stores can enhance product visibility and accessibility, driving sales.

Collaborations with Restaurants and Foodservice Providers: Partnering with restaurants, hotels, and foodservice providers to offer specialty and premium meat products can increase brand presence and reach.

Government Support and Initiatives

Leveraging Government Initiatives: Taking advantage of government initiatives aimed at boosting domestic meat production and enhancing food security can provide financial and logistical support for meat producers.

Compliance with Import Regulations: Streamlining compliance with import regulations can facilitate the entry of high-quality international meat products into the UAE market.

Segments

Based on Type

Mutton

Beef

Others (Camel)

Based on Product

Fresh

Frozen

Processed

Based on End User

Retail (B2C)

Horeca (Foodservice)

Wholesale

Based on Distribution Channel

Online

Supermarkets/Hypermarkets

Convenience Stores

Butcher Shops

Others

Browse the full report –  https://www.credenceresearch.com/report/uae-meat-market

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[naomi-in-japan]

6/8 - Free Day | Family Reunion

Today was my last full day in Tokyo and my second free day in Japan. And what better way to celebrate than visiting my host family from my last time in Japan in 2019? 

•••

Office Coffee Chat ☕️💕

Because of confidentiality purposes, I cannot share many pictures or videos of my time at my host mom's office. But I can talk about my experience with her there! We had tea lattes and cute sweets (my hojicha latte and my host mom's chai latte) in a Japanese-styled room where we took time to catch up on where life has been taking the both of us in the past four years. It was so wonderful to see her again, and I truly felt so happy to spend time together and admire the beautiful office. The office was very innovative in its interior and nearby the Imperial Palace and Diet. Overall I saw the international inspiration in not only the architecture but also the manner in which the company conducted itself. 

Picking up Host Sister 🏫🚍

After having some wonderful one-on-one time to catch up, we left to pick up my host sister from her kindergarten. The last time I saw my host sister, she was just a baby. So it was so wonderful to see how much she has grown up and is still as cute as ever! Though my host sister didn't remember me from my last visit and was a bit shy, I'm so happy that she could see me again and remember who I am for the next time I visit. 

Kifuya in Brighton 🍶🥢

We went to this fancy restaurant in the Urayasu Brighton Hotel called Kifuya in Brighton. We had a traditional Japanese-styled seven-course meal and delicious ice cream sorbet for dessert. It was my first time eating a 7-course meal and trying many of the dishes served. Some of the things I had for the first time were eel, wagyu beef, and a plethora of other dishes. I also may or may not have tried sake for the first time. My host dad found time to video call me, and I was so happy to see his face and talk to him for a bit. He was busy with work, so he couldn't make it; nonetheless, it truly made my day to see all of my host family in one shape or form. Overall it was a pleasant and equally delicious experience and something I definitely would like to try again. 

•••

At the end of the evening, I was sad to leave my host family, but since we were leaving for Kyoto tomorrow, it was time for me to be on my way. With a full heart and happy stomach, I bid farewell to my host mom and sister until I return to revisit my family next summer. 

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📚 Academic Reflection 📚

For my academic reflection, I found an academic reading that discussed the data trends of multinational companies in Japan. And while I can't speak in specifics for my host mom's company, I can reflect on my observation on how different the way multinational corporations with international headquarters and foundings function in terms of profit margins and workplace environment for employees in comparison to a global Japanese company. Aside from cultural differences based on the history of its surrounding environment, target markets and consumers tend to have different focuses, contributing to different execution of tasks and workplace management. 

Sources:

Ito, Keiko. "Entry of Foreign Multinational Firms and Productivity Growth of Domestic Firms: The Case for Japanese Firms." SpringerLink, January 1, 1970. https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-981-10-3863-1_11. 

Competition, innovation, and growth in Japan. SPRINGER Verlag, SINGAPOR, 2018. 

[a5wagyusblog]

Butcher Box

Wagyu Beef is one of the most useful beef that is genetically predisposed to rigorous marbling and makes a high percentage associated with unsaturated fat. It truly is known throughout the world because of marbled texture along with high quality which unquestionably makes it easy to grill and enhances that flavor. Try one of the many Wagyu steaks and you just too would declare the juicy together with tender texture with been the sole source of its great promote value because of its good quality. Many spaces around Japan tend to be famous for the livestock rearing quality where they bear the bands of their areas. These are the famous Kobe, Mishima and Omi beef. A5 Wagyu

The burgers contains high % of Omega 3 and Omega 6 oils which are extremely beneficial for human well-being. The increased marbling also improves this ratio of monounsaturated fats to fatty foods making it healthy dinner for those who wish to think in its flavor. The Wagyu ground beef had originally begun as one of the traditional varieties of meat in Asia but that is not just one abode for this extraordinary type of meat.

Nowadays the Wagyu cows is bred inside not only in Japan terrains but also in the states and Australian parts.

Japanese breeds : The Japanese originally utilized the Wagyu livestock for domestic functions. Be it a means from transport for solutions and people or assisting local farmers to be able to cultivate the almond fields. They were regarded as the best due to their durability and energetic body's and were blocked for eating for quite a while. Farmers were acquainted with give them massages to ease from muscle cramping and also fed all of them with beer to hold their hunger activated. These types of breeding habits were unknowingly your ingredients to the unhealthy delicious Wagyu meat and Wagyu meats that we love.

Nippon breeds are available browning, polled, shortmound and additionally reds with each and every bearing the company name of their origin although the most renowned in addition to famous beef could come from the black color beasts in Kobe. American breeds -- The Americans much too loved the all-natural juiciness and irritated texture of the sugary Wagyu beef. Still they could not stand up the light colour of the meat which is they brought a lot of Wagyu cattle along with crossbred them while using Angus cattle to hold the unsaturated pebble look and prevent the meat red. These people called it a American style Kobe beef and happened marketing it inside their local and more incredibly back to the Japanese real estate markets. However after some time this particular operation too have ceased as the People in the usa were known to slaughter these cattle from half the age of should the Japanese did.

References

Wagyu

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wagyu

[johnnyprimecc]

Lucky's Soho

Lucky’s Soho overall score: 82 First, check out my Ride & Review video HERE: My wife and I came here almost immediately after discovering that the place existed. It’s relatively new, having just opened up, I think, in June or July. Flavor: 7 We had the rib eye. This had a nice crust despite being slightly undercooked. I didn’t mind the flesh being rare, but I prefer the fat to render out a bit…

[kinowa-wappa]

牛しぐれわっぱのテイクアウトです。これから蒸しあげて完成です。お肉はモリタ屋さんの和牛と国産牛を天然調味料で甘辛く炊いています。「牛肉の柔らかさと優しい味がマッチして美味しい」と大好評です。 ご注文ありがとうございました😊 #きのわ #京わっぱ #京わっぱと素材スイーツ #京わっぱテイクアウト #牛しぐれわっぱ #モリタ屋の牛肉 #天然醸造醤油#井上醤油店 #カラダに優しい #京町家 #京町家レストラン #京都こだわり #伏見桃山グルメ #伏見稲荷グルメ This is a take-out of beef shigurewappa. It will now be steamed before serving.The meat is Moritaya's Wagyu and domestic beef cooked with natural seasonings in a sweet and spicy taste. "The tenderness of the beef matches the gentle flavor of the beef and making it delicious," say many customers. Thank you for your order😊. #Kinowa #Kyo Wappa #Kyo Wappa and ingredient sweets #Kyo Wappa takeout #Beef Wappa #Moritaya's beef #Naturally brewed soy sauce #Inoue Soy Sauce Shop #Kyomachiya #Kyomachiya restaurant #Kyoto particulars #Fushimi Momoyama gourmet #Fushimi Inari gourmet (きのわ) https://www.instagram.com/p/CogUnbWvJah/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[brfoodservices-blog]

A Sustainable Approach Towards Raising Organic Meat Wholesale Suppliers

A Sustainable Approach Towards Raising Organic Meat Wholesale Suppliers

Consumers today are more health conscious than ever before. It is for this reason the organic meat raised sustainably has now become an integral part of main stream food. With so many providers of wholesale meat in Los Angeles even today there are very few wholesale meat Distributors Los Angeleswho deliver organically raised meat (grass fed, antibiotic free). Nowadays, sustainably grown meat is…

[drferox]

So I am feeling under the weather again and wanted to take a break from the usual to daydream about the farm I would one day like to have in the future, and all the things on it.

Basically a permaculture set up maintained by a small group of people that either live full or part time on the property, trying to be self-sustaining and do away with modern monocultures as much as we possibly can. I would love to be maintaining genetic stocks of plants and animals that had fallen out of favor with industrialisation and factory farming, those that perhaps were less efficient as converting feed into animal protein, but those that were hardier on ‘unimproved’ (read: more natural) terrain. Heritage and old-style breeds.

The LSB might be spending his time figuring out how to build Earthships and set up aquaponics and the tech side of it, while I spend my time thinking about the biosphere side.

Oof, I want my fluffy Highland Cattle so badly. Smaller than some of the european breeds, hardy on unimproved pasture and good mothering instincts means they’d probably do quite well on a gradually improving system. Plus they’re one of the breeds most genetically similar to the ancient Aurochs, which is cool in and of itself, but with so much of our beef cattle herd being angus/hereford/shorthorn and the occasional wagyu (whether that’s real wagyu or not) I would really like to maintain a pocket population of these cattle, even if I can only manage 6-8 breeding cows and their offspring.

Some homesteaders milk one as their house cow, but I have a fondness for the old Jersey cow and wouldn’t mind having one around for milk, but I’m not sure if she’d bee too productive or require more feed supplements than we have available. So I would be hoping to carefully experiment with crossing the Jersey to Highlands and see what a 50:50 or 25:75 cross produces and whether that’s suitable for whatever land we end up with. I’d also be very curious to see what a Jersey’s mothing instincts are like if she has other cattle with good mothering instincts to hang around, watch and learn from. (Because whether cows have a cultural component to mothering behavior is something I’d be curious to look at)

Tamworth pigs! An older breed that is barely hanging on in Australia (and importing new pig genetics is nearly impossible with our quarantine rules), I would be really keen to help the conservation of this breed one day. They’re not as long-backed as the Large White x Landrace pigs that are mostly used in commercial and factory farming setups, which means slightly less bacon meat per pig, and they have smaller litters typically or around 8 instead of around 10-12, but they’re better foragers, typically lose less piglets to mortality even in free range settings and they’re brown! Which under the Australian sun means less UV associated skin conditions/cancers.  Imagine them foraging through weedy land to help clear it, or foraging under the fruit trees in established orchards.

Goat friends! Partly to graze down weeds and rough land, and partly because I enjoy being around goats and would love to be able to make goatmilk soap.

Chickens are something that I must have one day, and something that I need to research a heck of a lot more. I want to be able to maintain multiple different genetic groups so I can have different coloured eggs.

All of those egg colours are from chickens! And I think that’s fantastic. But I need to look a lot more into the breeds that are actually available in Australia, brush up on my pet chicken medicine skills, and sit down to do the maths and logistics about maintaining all these separate breeds of chickens together. But somebody has to scour the vegetable patches of bugs and it’s going to be these funky little dinosaurs.

Peacocks are another species I’d be interesting in keeping, espeically some of the weirder colour combinations like charcoal and cameo. I’m not sure on their availability though, and haven’t seen much on their health in general so of course curious to know more about these relatively uncommon colours.

They’re also a kind of family history thing, so perhaps more mascot than anything else, but the feathers are lovely.

I thought about quails for more species diversity, but probably wouldn’t do turkeys or ducks. Turkeys may be difficult to keep healthy if they’re rotating over ground that had chickens in it in a free range system, and to be honest there are plenty of native duck species that I’d rather visit and fly away instead of trying to keep. They’re quire messy little critters, cute as they are.

Geese though, geese are a maybe. They can graze, and in a rotational grazing system they’re useful because there are multiple species of worms that cattle, pigs and even kangaroos can transmit which the geese do not, so there’s potentially a job for them there.

I haven’t contemplated rabbits at all because there are already so many feral ones, and they come with myxo, that keeping domestic rabbits on a rural property seems just unwise. And there are feral deer, feral pigs, and kangaroos/wallaby in many rural areas that they have to be accounted for too. Feral pigs are a quarantine risk for domestic pigs, feral deer can bring in too many worm species, but the roos can visit as long as they stay on the grasses and not the vegetable gardens.

I couldn’t forget fish either. Our freshwater rivers have been in such a bad shape for so long, why wouldn’t I farm native freshwater species in the farm dams or an aquaponics system? Even if most of what we need from the fish is their poop, I like looking at fish, and maintaining a healthy population independent from the whims of river water politics would make me feel slightly more comfortable about the future.

Murray cod and perch are the commonly available species, but with enough tanks there’s no reason I couldn’t have other, smaller river species or even invertebrates that are local to wherever we end up. Gotta keep those genetics alive somewhere, and if we can do it, why wouldn’t we?

Bugs and bees! We’d need to have corridors of native plants as havens for native insects (I want my Christmas Beetles back on the landscape, thank you) but also strips of non-native and cottage wildflowers and herbs to feed the honey bees, grow our drier herbs and florals for soap making.The plan being having lots of different species mixed together makes it harder for pathogens to take hold

And that’s just animal breeds I’d really like to have running around the place, before even looking at the heritage breeds of cottage vegetables that have been making a comeback through places like Digger’s. I think my favourite is Granny’s Throwing Tomato.

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