#haskap berries

[morethansalad]

Haskap Berry Cheesecake (Vegan, Gluten-Free, Refined Sugar-Free & No-Bake)

[mywinepal]

Rara Avis Fortified Haskap Wine for the Holidays

Rara Avis Fortified #Haskap Wine for the #Holidays #bcwine @bcwine @Kalalawines #organic @echohaskap #okanagan

Haskap berries (Image courtesy echohaskap.ca) If you enjoy sipping fortified wines, such as Port, over the holidays and through the cold winter, I have an option you may want to consider.  BC-made, Rara Avis, an organic, fortified haskap berry wine.  Produced at Kalala Organic Estate Winery for Saraya Natural Products Ltd.  Haskap berries are a group of berries that contain high levels of…

[fullmoonfireball]

peanut butter and pineapple jam is.. an interesting combo. not bad in an objective sense but it's. Hm. don't know if i like it

[ats-cosmo]

IT LOOKS LIKE A LONG BLUEBERRY TELL ME THIS IS NOT MADE UP BY NINTENDO

y'all my smoothie has a pokemon berry in it what on earth is a haskap berry

[sourvers]

01: DON'T BE A STRANGER

chapter summary: a familiar face visits and asks for your help. the choice of refusal is dim.

⤷ this is the first chapter of 'Petrichor'! hope you enjoy lovelies. minor plot change for my heart's sake.

cod main masterlist . petrichor masterlist . ao3 link . next chapter .

The Yukon was pleasant and frigid beyond belief. 

Nevertheless, you craved haskap berries, and spring was inching over the horizon; crawling up your spine and shaking you alive. 

You sigh, gingerly closing your copy of ‘Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea’ , your hand instinctively tracing over the gold details as your French pronunciation lingers across the plain of your tongue.  

‘Vingt mille lieues sous les mers’ , You think, the ventures of Captain Nemo still fresh in your mind like Kate’s stilted voice reverberating in your ear: a siren, a horn, a whisper of dread you couldn’t shake. 

It started outside the grocery store, four days ago. 

Whitehorse was a 15-minute drive from your secluded home, found on the very outskirts of the capital and wrapped by lush pine trees. In the summer, grand fields of wildflowers spread across your horizon and became your choice of commerce during the warmer months, knowing how skilled local businesses made soap from dried fireweed. 

You drove into town to buy items you had put off: flour for the pie, extract, a new toothbrush after your other snapped in half, and red yarn. 

The locals kept to themselves and united all at once. A strange, inexplicable harmony you couldn't penetrate or grasp. Perhaps years of unyielding winters carve and shape people, like a sculptor holding the heart of their project. You hoped one day, you’d understand it too. 

Nevertheless, what you did understand was the townspeople's standoffish and overwrought nature. You were new to the town, a woman who only came to town to buy or sell, spending your ‘elusive’ days in or around the outskirts of your home or a vague “out” as you’d phrase it.

A group of the townspeople’s children even titled you the ‘Wicked Witch of the North’ after you accidentally struck over several vases during a summer market. While it was the talk of the town for several weeks; muttered under hasty quiet breaths despite being miles away, it was when the townspeople heard the most of your voice. From the strange resonance in your voice to how you pronounced your ‘o’s and ‘r’s. 

However, there was one citizen who seemed to find your presence jovial. 

“Oh my!” exclaims Sophia, her brown eyes gleaming under the fluorescent light of the grocery store; casting the small store in an odd shade of green, “Even you don’t come this late, what brings you here witch?” she teases, her bright smile flashing like headlights. 

“Well, I’ve come to pick up my ingredients,” you explain unfazed, your eyes scanning the shelves for your brand of flour,  “I have to keep up appearances of course. Can’t scare the children if I don’t tempt them with pie.” 

Sophia chuckles, her laugh bright and boisterous like the sun beaming down on you. “I suppose you can’t.” 

You scoff, yet, the subtle pull of your lips rivals your sarcasm. 

“You know, the new delivery of flour is behind,” Sophia smiles, “Small tip.” 

You take the one in the front, a small cloud of flour coming to life at your touch, “Thank you… I’ll take note of that.” 

Sophia smile dips and she sighs, tilting her head as she watches you promptly take what you need, contemplating for only a few seconds. 

“Do you have something to say?”

Sophia’s breath hitches, however, she gives you a small tentative smile, “You should come over… have dinner with my family some time, being alone in a place like the Yukon isn't good for the soul.” 

Your hand freezes as you reach for the vanilla extract, its sweetness exuding from the bottle like an elixir. Sophia’s eyes don’t reach you from behind the shelves. Despite being considerably older than Sophia, a part of you stung with childish envy. 

You sigh, and hum in mellow amusement, reaching for your thin wristwatch as you emerge from behind the shelves growing shadow, “And who told you that?”

“My grandmother,” stated Sophia, a small bud of pride growing in her chest, “She is our elder in the community.” 

The corners of your lips rise into a tentative and strangely warm smile, one of kinship even. “A wise woman I can surmise.” 

Sophia grins, “More than you can know.” 

Soon, you line your groceries on the belt and Sophia scans them silently. The beeping and incessant hum of the heater were the only words communicating in the air. 

“You must think I’m annoying.” 

You raise a brow, your eyes searching through your wallet before responding, “How so?” 

Sophia scoffs, “Well, I’m a nineteen-year-old store clerk who bothers a grown woman every time she shops. A bit of an asshole move if you ask me.” 

You let out a momentary laugh, swiping your card, “I’ve seen worse assholes, you’re by far the least dangerous.” 

“So I’m still an asshole?” 

“The good kind.” 

Sophia cracks a smile as she hands you the receipt, “If you let people know you more, they’ll like you.” 

“And why’s that?” you muse, stuffing the receipt in your jacket pocket while starting the car.

“I’m sure you know why,” states Sophia, “Don’t be a stranger.” 

You gaze at her, half amused, “I’ll take note of that.”

You amble towards the door, the sun long set as you reach for the door handle–

“Wait! God I almost forgot,” piped Sophia, “A woman came here earlier, I think she was looking for you given her description. Blond short hair, blue-greyish eyes I think? Anyways, do you know anyone like that? She spoke a bit fast too–”

Your eyes widen before promptly sharpening like the blade of a knife, “Thank you, Sophia. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“But wait-” 

You swing the door open, a blast of frigid evening air brushing against your cheek as the grip on your grocery bag tightens. You let out a slow, restrained sigh, tuning into the crunch of your boots on snow, leading you to your car. Despite the layers you wore, you still shivered as the moon gleamed down on you, its rays tender and soothing. 

Too soothing. 

“It's rather rude to not announce your presence,” you mutter quietly, lacking any bite as you sink your empty hand deeper into your right pocket, eyes fixed on your reflection in the car window and the crunching of snow.

“I hear the townspeople call you ‘The Wicked Witch of the North’, quite the title. I wonder what you did to get it.” 

You hum in amusement, gradually turning your head to face her, the first fall of snowflakes landing on the tip of your eyelashes, “What are you doing here Laswell?”

Kate let out a sharp exhale, a cloud of white rising into the atmosphere. She crosses her arms over her chest, “I need your help, but first, we need to talk.” 

Your eyes go up and down her figure, as your lips curve into a smile, ignoring her pensive face, “As punctual as always. But you didn’t come prepared did you?” 

“Winter’s never been my type.” 

“A shame, you’re missing out,” you quipped, turning your back as you opened the passenger door, “Come on, I don’t have a choice do I?” 

Kate gives you a small smile, uncrossing her arms and shoving her hands deeper into her thin coat pockets, “According to my weather app, it's expected to be spring soon.”

You scoff amused, “Word of advice? Don’t fully trust the weather app.” 

Kate’s smile falters and you become acutely aware of the paper cut between your fingers. You pull out of the parking lot and onto the road. Snowflakes collect on your windshield while the hum of your tires against gravel fills the silence; looping like a song’s beat, over and over. 

“Kate.” 

“Yes?” 

Kate turns her head to face you: your face stiff, steadfast, unwavering; gazing head-on into infinite darkness. Even now- face cast in the evening shadows and dim starlight- Kate’s stomach churned at the sight of you, twisting like a knot. You seemed to be untouched by time: delicate scars still engraved in your skin, acute angles and tender curves still bridging together the map of your face, sharp and ever more subdued. As if deep in slumber. 

It was just as Kate recalled it to be. 

“This ‘help’ that you’re going to ask of me,” you probe, eyes fixed on the road, Kate’s gaze burning through your neck scarf, “I won’t be able to refuse, will I?” 

Kate releases a strained sigh, leaning back into her chair, she gazes ahead. Frost grows on the window. “I don’t want to force you into anything.” 

“But it seems you’ll have to,” you reply smoothly, methodically as if in thought, “Don’t downplay yourself, the only reason I’m here in the Yukon is because of you .”

Kate stiffens and gazes at you shortly, awaiting your words behind the small, tentative pause. 

You shake your head and sigh, lowering your voice, the sound near soothing, “I owe you a debt I will never be able to repay.” 

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”

“And yet, here you are.”

You look at Kate for the first time since you’ve entered the car; a sly smile reaching your lips before your eyes swiftly dart away from Kate’s weary stare. 

She notices.  

“Now that we have that out of the way,” you begin, promptly, “What exactly do you need help with?”

“I hope you don’t mind being in a bit of a boy band.” 

You raise an eyebrow, “I think the Backstreet Boys are alright if that’s what you’re referring to.” 

Kate releases a laugh, “It’s a different kind of boy band.” 

Kate gave you a week to pack, say goodbyes if you had any, then depart. 

The file she had given was still placed, rather haphazardly, on your coffee table alongside your book while your craving for haskap berries gradually faded, melting into the Earth like snow. 

You sigh, gradually rising from the couch and crossing your arms. The file staring back at you, its contents spilled across the table while its words were thoroughly engraved in your mind. 

“A covert task force,” you muse, bringing one of the papers to your face, your eyes dancing over the lines, rearranging them like a puzzle, “Four members. All men,” you scoff, “No wonder Kate called it a boyband.” 

Kate had given you a considerable amount of time to pack despite not owning any items worth considerable significance. A duffel bag would do just fine, you’d wear your trench coat, and leave the winter gear behind. 

You haven’t even begun packing.

“God. I even bought groceries,” you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose, “Might as well give it to Sophia for free.” 

After Kate stayed for that night, she left the following morning, her phone ringing call after call. 

“Busy?” 

“More than you can imagine.”

A part of you wondered why she decided to visit from the States; probing your mind until you wrestled in bed for an answer. She could have easily phoned you. Nevertheless, Kate plotted peculiarly. A method of thought meant for only those who understood. Perhaps she came to dangle the medicine for your terrors over your lips, to be of some consolation and company. Or more likely, to ensure the handcuffs around your wrists were still burning through your skin. 

“I never said we needed a new asset to the team.” 

Kate sighs, gingerly placing the cup of tea in front of John. Its smell quietly blended with the air, “You and I both know that we’ve run dry on information.” Kate pulled her chair open, taking a seat, “This friend of mine provides a new set of skills to the task force, something to give us an edge.” 

“Then why is there a strain in your voice?” 

Kate stares at John blankly, her voice low, grave even, “After what nearly happened to Soap, we should reconsider who we consider our assets and informants.”

John remains silent, heaving a sigh before gazing out the window, his eyes mellow for a brief moment. The cup of tea still untouched. “When is he coming?” 

A small smile reaches Kate’s lips, “Bold of you to assume it’s a he John,” Kate pulls out a thin file, its contents scarce, “She’s outsourced, not military but has more than enough skills to carry her weight.” 

John reaches for the file, his eyes scanning over the information: height, weight, eye color, name. 

‘Someone from the outside’ he remarks.

“No photo?” muses John, “She wears a mask like Simon?” 

“No time for a photo. Had to call her in quickly. Though, she prefers long coats instead of a mask.” 

John hums, amused, “Anything else I should know? Before telling the team?” 

Kate pauses, her small smile remains, her tone candid, “Negative.”

[shoku-and-awe]

"Heartful" Blueberry Pocky! They taste very artificial, but still very good—even my husband who grew up working on a blueberry farm will admit it. The heart-shaped tip is not obvious, but still cute! And I enjoyed pretending to smoke it like one of those long old-fashioned cigarette holders, which is the important thing.

Now, what distinction they are drawing between ブルベリー (blueberry) and 青いベリー (blue berry), I do not know. I googled "青いベリー" and all I got was Pocky. Eliminated "Pocky" and "ポッキー" and it was mostly blueberries, some haskap berries, and occasionally silvery pearls.

[thestuffedalligator]

I’ve been going to local berry farms this week for work. I’ve been eating haskaps and saskatoons, I’ve had so many people hand me cups of berry wine, everything I’ve worn has been absolutely smeared in berry juice, and I’ve never felt more like a gnome in my entire life.

[anskupics]

Lonicera caerulea — honeyberry a.k.a. haskap berry a.k.a. blue-berried honeysuckle

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 6.29

Holidays

Bonus Hole Day

Chronic Migraine Awareness Day

Coriander Day (French Republic)

Day of Partisans and Underground Resistance (Russia)

Day of the Telephone Operator (Brazil)

Engineer’s Day (Ecuador)

Eva Day (UK)

FLASCO Day (Florida)

Flower and Camera Day

Gadsen Purchase Ratification Day

Gioco Del Ponte (Pisa, Italy)

Herb Harvesting Day (East Anglica, UK)

Homosexual Pride Day

Hug Holiday

Internal Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

International Danube Day

International Day of the Tropics

International Mud Day

International Fisherman’s Day

International Sharing Day

International Transgender Youth Day

Interstate Highway Day

iPhone Day

Leroy Experiment 629 Day (Lilo & Stitch)

MIA Azatamartik Remembrance Day (Armenia)

Missing in North Texas Day

National AMHP Day (UK)

National Amnesia Awareness Day (UK)

National Camera Day

National Darts Day

National Dieselbilly Day

National Family Day (Indonesia)

National Fred Day

National Gordon Day

National Guy Day

National Nash Day

National Paddy Day (Nepal)

National Sports Day (Fiji)

National Statistics Day (India)

Remote Control Day

Sacrament of the Silicon Host

Shipbuilder Day (Russia)

629 Day

Smith & Wesson 629 Day

Smosh Appreciation Day

Veterans Day (Netherlands)

World Industrial Design Day

World Music Designation Day

World Scleroderma Awareness Day

Yellow Cock’s Comb Day

Youth Day (Russia)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bacon Burnt End Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

Meatballs Day

National Almond Buttercrunch Day

Waffle Iron Day

Independence & Related Days

Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands; 1981)

Seychelles (from UK, 1976)

Tahiti (Annexed by France; 1880)

5th & Last Saturday in June

Armed Forces Day (UK) [Last Saturday]

Bartender and Mixologist Day [Last Saturday]

Day of Inventors & Rationalizers (Russia) [Last Saturday]

Great American Picnic Day [Last Saturday]

International Handstand Day [Last Saturday]

International Scoliosis Awareness Day [Last Saturday]

National Celebrate Your Marriage Day [Last Saturday]

National Cornhole Day [Last Saturday]

National Haskap Berry Day [Last Saturday]

Vegan Pizza Day [Last Saturday]

Veteranendag (Veteran’s Day; Netherlands) [Last Saturday]

World Bike Naked Day [Last Saturday]

World Day Against Pet Abandonment [Last Saturday]

World Sand Dune Day [Last Saturday]

Festivals Beginning June 29, 2024

Adirondack Wine and Food Festival (Lake George, New York) [thru 6.30]

Blues, Brews and Food Truck Festival (New Glarus, Wisconsin)

CHUM Rhubarb Festival (Duluth, Minnesota)

Festival d’Avignon (Avignon, France) [thru 7.21]

Haro Wine Festival (Haro, Spain)

IN THE PALACE International Short Film Festival (Pernik, Bulgaria) [thru 7.6]

Kingston Fire Association's Beerfest (Kingston, New Hampshire)

Midsummer Fantasy Renaissance Faire (Ansonia, Connecticut) [thru 7.14]

MuslimFest (Mississauga, Ontario, Canada)

National Cherry Festival (Traverse City, Michigan) [thru 7.6]

Oxbow Music Festival (Johnson, Vermont)

Peace, Love, BBQ … and Pizza! (Plains, Georgia)

Peterborough Musicfest (Peterborough, Ontario, Canada)

Playtime (Paris, France) [thru 7.1]

Raspberry Festival (Middlefield, Connecticut)

Reggae Love Festival (Manassas, Virginia)

Roskilde Festival (Roskilde, Denmark) [thru 7.6]

Santa Barbara Wine + Food Festival (Santa Barbara, California)

Show-Me Gourd Society Art Festival: Gourd Tales (Lebanon, Missouri) [thru 6.30]

South Berwick Strawberry Festival (South Berwick, Maine)

Supanova Pop Culture Expo (Perth, Australia) [thru 6.30]

Tour de France (thru 7.21)

Whiskies of the World (Nashville, Tennessee)

Zoobilee! Feast with the Beasts (Providence, Rhode Island)

Feast Days

Albuquerque (Positivist; Saint)

Allan Houser (Artology)

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (Writerism)

Appreciate Herbs Day (Pastafarian)

Bawming the Thorn (Appleton, England; Everyday Wicca)

Bobby London (Artology)

Brian Herbert (Writerism)

Cassius of Narni (Christian; Saint)

David B. Mattingly (Artology)

Elizabeth Claire Chapel Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Emma (Christian; Saint & Widow)

Feast Day in Honor of Papa Legba (Voodoo; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Feast of Saints Peter and Paul (a.k.a. ... 

Day of the Christian Martyr (Voice of the Martyrs)

Doukhobor Peace Day (Canada)

Haro Wine Festival (Haro, La Rioja)

La Festa di San Pietro e Paolo (Rome, Italy)

L-Imnarja (Malta)

Miracle of the Moose (Russian Orthodox)

Ratcatcher’s Day (Hamelin, Germany)

Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul

Funeral of Kostroma Celebration (East Slavic Fertility Goddess)

Hemma (Christian; Saint)

Knitting Day (Pastafarian)

The Koala (Muppetism)

Michael Whelan (Artology)

Oharai (Grand Purification Festival; Shinto)

Peter the Apostle (Christian; Saint)

Pietro Paolo Troisi (Artology)

Salome and Judith (Christian; Saints)

Solstitium II (Pagan)

Wicked Fairies Summer Debate (Shamanism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s the day Santa judges everyone to be naughty or nice.)

Premieres

Aesop’s Fable … The Mosquito (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1945)

Bachelor Party (Film; 1984)

Bad Moms (Film; 2016)

Banty Raids (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Colony, by Philip K. Dick (Short Story; 1953)

Coming to America (Film; 1988)

Conan the Destroyer (Film; 1984)

Daily Telegraph (London UK Daily Newspaper; 1855)

Dancing in the Street, recorded by David Bowie and Mick Jagger (Song; 19985)

Days of Thunder (Film; 1990)

Donald’s Crime (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Do You Love Me, recorded by The Contours (Song; 1962)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (TV Series; 2022)

Feedback, by Rush (Album; 2004)

Henry VIII, by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher (Play; 1613)

The King and I (Film; 1956)

Kiss Kiss, by Roald Dahl (Short Stories; 1959)

Le Escape Goat (The Inspector Cartoon; 1967)

The Leftovers (TV Series; 2014)

Life Among the Savages, by Shirley Jackson (Memoir; 1953)

The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, UK; 1987) [#15]

The Looking Glass War, by John le Carré (Novel; 1965) [George Smiley #4]

Magic Mike (Film; 2012)

Meatballs (Film; 1979)

Moonraker (James Bond Film, US; 1979) [#11]

Northwoods (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Day; 1931)

Ratatouille (Animated Pixar Film; 2007)

Running with Scissors, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 1999)

See the World (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1934)

See Ya Later Gladiator (WB LT Cartoon; 1968)

A Self-Made Mongrel (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1945)

Sherlock Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1976)

The Spy in the Ointment, by Donald E. Westlake (Novel; 1966)

Strong to the Finich (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1934)

Ted (Film; 2012)

Tomorrow We Diet! (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

Trap Happy (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1946)

War of the Worlds (Film; 2005)

Who Killed Cock Robin? (Silly Symphony Cartoon; 1935)

Today’s Name Days

Gero, Paul, Peter (Austria)

Kamen, Pavel, Petar, Petra, Petrana (Bulgaria)

Pavao, Petar (Croatia)

Pavel, Petr (Czech Republic)

Paulus, Petrus (Denmark)

Peedo, Peedu, Peep, Peet, Peeter (Estonia)

Peetu, Pekka, Pekko, Petja, Petra, Petri, Petrus, Petteri, Pietari (Finland)

Paul, Pierre (France)

Gero, Paul, Peter (Germany)

Pavlos, Petros (Greece)

Pál, Péter (Hungary)

Paolo, Pietro (Italy)

Pauls, Pāvils, Pēteris (Latvia)

Benita, Gedrimė, Mantigirdas, Petras, Povilas (Lithuania)

Per, Peter, Petter (Norway)

Benedykta, Benita, Dalebor, Paweł, Piotr (Poland)

Pavel, Petru (România)

Pavol, Peter, Petra (Slovakia)

Emma, Pablo, Pedro (Spain)

Peter, Petra, Petrus (Sweden)

Paul, Peter (Ukraine)

Emma, Emmett, Heaven, Parnell, Parnella, Pedro, Pete, Peter, Pierce, Pierre, Salome (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 181 of 2024; 185 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 26 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 21 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 24 (Jia-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 23 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 22 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 1 Red; Oneday [1 of 30]

Julian: 16 June 2024

Moon: 42%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 12 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Albuquerque]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 10 of 94)

Week: 4th Full Week of June)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 9 of 31)

[earth2exoplanet]

Thanks to my ADHD medication, I have been gardening at PEAK PERFORMANCE people! The best in my entire life. I am actually completing tasks and somehow staying on track!!! I might have gotten carried away with the amount I'm growing, but... it's fine... 👀 it's fine... *deep breath* carrots, potatoes, beets, cucumbers, corn, pumpkins, watermelon, multiple types of beans, onions, peas, lettuce, tomatoes, spinach, peppers, strawberries, etc. Pretty much every herb you can think of... a huge pollinator flower bed... a few different strains of cannabis, sunflowers EVERYWHERE, haskap berries, raspberries, clematis vines, way too many flowers to list... etc, etc, etc. Somehow I'm actually tending to all of these plants and managing them, and somehow I've started my own compost setup, I'm succession planting, and I'm actively targeting other projects in an organized fashion. 🥲 This makes me so proud that I had to share.

[everydayoriginal]

Haskap Berries by Shawn E. Russell

Haskap Berries (Lonicera caerulea), also known as blue honeysuckle, sweet berry honeysuckle, fly honeysuckle, and blue-berried honey suckle. Growing in Japan, Canada, and Russia these berries are native to the northern hemisphere, able to withstand freezing temperatures.

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[morethansalad]

Mee-Ni-Sha-Piy / Indigenous Canadian Berry Drink (Vegan)

[pomegranateflesh]

this is what i nicknamed "Sweet Vanilla Crown Miku"

this is an design entry for SnowMiku 2024, from what Google Translated in the entry its theme is just Vanilla Ice Cream with some sort of unindentified berry/berry i dont know of, Google translated it as "huskaps"? but nothing of note comes up when i search that.. i think maybe it meant "Haskap Berry", but idk if they have those in Hokkaido and i myself never heard of them before.. oh well,

anywayyy i was captivated by this design because of its beautiful diluted yet rich color scheme that passes a vibe of royalty and richness, the faint smell of a rich purple plum and vanilla emanate from this design. the Ice Cream crown is also a very neat design idea with the ball of ice cream inside/serving as a crown, i loooove how flowy and dreamy the hair is, its overall a very beautiful entry

but uhh this crown design is seen in various entries, idk where it came from but i just think that on this particular design it looks better with the colors and stuff, but the Milk Crown(lets call it that) idea is also seen on this design, which maybe i will draw someday? it also is a very pretty design, id nickname it as "Milk Crown" ig

[veganrecipebox]

The name for the haskap berry comes the language of the Ainu, an indigenous culture in Japan who has traditionally considered haskap the “elixir of life.” These days, wild and farmed haskap berries can be found throughout Canada. 

[gentlemanlymermaid]

breakfast:

* hopi maize & blueberry cornbread muffins

* fresh haskap berries, concord grapes & damson plums

lunch:

* lemon-lime lingcod ceviche

* battered indigo milkcaps & blue oyster mushrooms

* rich coconut milk & butterfly pea rice

dinner:

* whole blue crabs steamed in algae beer

* rosemary focaccia w/ gorgonzola & anthocyan tomatoes

* smashed blue potatoes w/ black tumeric butter

dessert:

* spirulina & mascarpone cheesecake

* blue suede blackberry madeleines

[foodies-channel]

🍥 Sous vide duck magret with a haskap berry and porto reduction

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