#morning bowl

[bedandblogfast]

Breakfast and Brunch - Cathy's Gluten-Free Oatmeal Waffles

These quick and easy waffles made with gluten-free rolled oats and almond milk are a great alternative to your morning bowl of oatmeal.

[tiny--cryptid]

OK this question has been bugging me all morning so y'all please let me know

bc ours did nd I never thought much of it as a kid but know I'm thinking about it and it feels kinda gross? so pls tell me if this experience was universal or not it will haunt me forever otherwise

[fantasticnegrito]

Recipe for Cathy's Gluten-Free Oatmeal Waffles The gluten-free rolled oats and almond milk used to make these quick and simple waffles make a great substitute for your morning bowl of oatmeal. cooking spray, 1 teaspoon baking powder, 1 tablespoon brown sugar, 3/4 cup almond milk, 3 tablespoons melted butter, 1 egg at room temperature separated, 1.5 cups gluten-free rolled oats

[hedgehog-moss]

Some February photos 🤍 In the last one Pirlouit is taking a deep breath, getting ready to bray loudly enough to raise the dead. He's always so outraged when he can see me through the kitchen window preparing breakfast for myself, like a monster, while he still hasn't had his breakfast.

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet interviewing Kendrick Lamar. The full interview releases tomorrow (February 6) on GMA.

Twitter credit to filmstvculture and nfl

[concrete-waves]

I whore out my tears and just keep wasting the best of my years

[astrangetorpedo]

might dedicate my life to god x

[rotthepoet]

18+, drugs(weed) and sex(fingering)

All i need in life rn is to smoke a few bowls with theodore nott. Girl prob has a top tier vibey playlist. Like uhhh okay i play Sublime for my group sessions but like he prob has British stuff going on idk(🦅🦅🦅🦅)

Anyways my cart isnt hitting, im out of bud, and i cannot sleep this is so distressing!

Also theo fingering you while high because you just get so soft and loose for him. Mewling and whining while he stretches you out and youre so wet that it’s coating your thighs and his hand. Messy head pls and thanks 🙏

[theidiotcritter]

uh oh! Double Trouble!!

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been picking mostly only the essential flirt options with lucanis in the romance so far (I've personally found the dynamic much more natural and mutual when you do that, more like forming a solid friendship slowly and inevitably becoming something else and less like you keep pushing on him and getting little back b/c he seemingly just gets overwhelmed and goes into freeze instead), and I think rye is a pretty hard person to read at the best of times even though he's been Down Real Bad from pretty early on and their chemistry as people is naturally really good. so the way the almost-kiss plays out in this playthrough feels a lot like it has the added layer of lucanis realizing that no but for sure rook is flirting and not just being kind or a good friend* it IS actually happening it's not just wishful/fearful thinking!!! and then uh. maybe going a bit too hard a bit too fast in all the excitement at that revelation haha

*in lucanis' defense he has seemingly literally never had a friend who wasn't his cousin-brother before, under those circumstances I suppose some confusion is extremely natural if not outright expected lmao

[akai-anna]

HE'S SO VERY BABY IT'S A CRIME, I WANT TO AGGRESSIVELY CUDDLE HIM

[thegoodmorningman]

people think philadelphia has the most insufferable sports fans but fuck those idiot jerks for saying that

[trivialbob]

Yesterdaty we had another Christmas celebration, one that fell on the actual date! (There's still one more gathering on my calendar too.)

My daughter-in-law's family has a large gathering each year in a hotel banquet room. It's like a family reunion and holiday celebration. Her father has eight siblings, ranging in age from 54 to 74. All were there except one who had passed away. There were also spouses, partners, cousins and children of all ages.

Someone even brought a small, fat dog that waddled around seeking crumbs of food. Picture a bratwurst and four broken toothpicks, two sticking out of each end, and you'll have a good understanding of what this dog looked like.

I met many new people and worked at remember names. With spread-out generations I think I can be forgiven for a few mistakes trying to figure out who was related to who. You are cousin Nancy's mother? Oh sorry, aunt Molly's daughter!

The family has a tradition for the recently-married at these events. Jack and Ali sat in front of the assembled crowd and played the Newlywed Game. It was hilarious. One of Ali's uncles hosts this feature and put a lot of work into it. Job well done. Jack also had to demonstrate that he knew the names of the nine siblings, from oldest to youngest. He got it right.

Food was pot luck. Eleventy-eight crock pots, trays of desserts and assorted coolers adorned banquet tables. I tried some of everything except the sweets. Later someone ordered a pizza for an evening snack. Though full, I took one piece. Didn't want to be rude.

After eating all afternoon and watching the Newlywed Game we had a white elephant gift exchange. I am certain the margarita glasses I netted, in their original unopened box, have been to that hotel before. I promise you they'll be back next year. It would be funny if people had printed years and names on the of the box, like the Stanley Cup trophy. It would be even funnier if that box contained a few rocks and an 20-year-old hundred-dollar bill.

After all that we settled down for belches and burps (oh, just me?) and got out games. Sheila brought our Crokinole board and taught people how to play. Some of the teens and 20s cousins really got into it.

When Jack plays Crokinole he will, perhaps after consuming a cocktail, take delight being silly about painstakingly applying powdered shuffleboard wax to the game pieces. I wanted to introduce a shot clock the longer this went on.

Jack "carefully" counts and applies tiny grains of wax to the game pieces. Everyone else simply dips the discs into a small pile of wax before taking a shot.

A cousin around 14-years-old decided to out-Jack Jack in this game. With a deadpan expression he methodically shaped a little mound of powdered wax near him, using some wax he took from Jack's side of the board. He held up game pieces to his eye like a jeweler examining a gem as he applied the powder. I couldn't stop laughing. Nor could Jack.

After a long day of eating and socializing Sheila and I went home. We tried to watch a little TV but ended up going to bed by 9 PM.

[giddlygoat]

hyperfixating on lazytown will have you eating baby carrots out of a ziploc bag and obsessively squatting on the clock

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

moon could never