#nettle butter

[quo-usque-tandem]

Mussels with vermouth, green olives, and nettle butter

[morethansalad]

Chilled Stinging Nettle Soup (Vegan)

[whythobro]

Modern English folkelore is fucking wild cause what do you mean the random howling at night is some drunk dickhead but if I touch the pretty yellow flower I’ll piss myself tonight in bed??

[choclette8]

Creamy Butter Beans With Mushrooms And Spring Greens

A dish of creamy butter beans with mushrooms, leeks and greens. It's a luxurious spring comfort food recipe and ever so easy to make.

Step into spring and whip up this dish of creamy butter beans with mushrooms and leeks. It’s luxurious spring comfort food and is ever so easy to make. The recipe is quick too, making it an ideal midweek dinner. Use wild greens, if you can find them, but spinach or collard greens if not. Whilst wild garlic is still worth picking, nettles have really come into their own now. We’ve been eating…

[oldenglishtextposts]

I haven't really had the brain space to do much translation lately, but I just did a little presentation for a classics department event on one of my favorite old english texts that I thought you guys might enjoy :) this is a little magical charm to help get rid of cramps by telling evil spirits to stop poking you with their spears and arrows. the herbs it mentions are all medicinal! (waybread refers to broadleaf plantain, a little leafy weed, not the banana relative) here's the old english text, then my own translation:

Wið færstice feferfuige and seo reade netele, ðe þurh ærn inwyxð, and wegbrade; wyll in buteran.

Hlude wæran hy, la, hlude, ða hy ofer þone hlæw ridan. Wæran anmode, ða hy ofer land ridan. Scyld ðu ðe nu, þu ðysne nið genesan mote. Ut, lytel spere, gif her inne sie. Stod under linde, under leohtum scylde þær ða mihtigan wif hyra mægen beræddon  and hy gyllende garas sændan. Ic him oðerne oft wille sændan, fleogende flan forane togeanes. Ut lyte spere, gif hit her innes sy. Sæt smið sloh seax, lytel iserna wund swiðe. Ut lytel spere, gif her inne sy. Syx smiðas sætan wælspera worhtan. Ut, spere! Næs in, spere! Gif her inne sy isenes dæl Hægtessan geweorc hit sceal gemyltan. Gif ðu wære on fell scoten oððe wære on flæsc scoten  oððe wære on blod scoten  oððe wære on lið scoten, næfre ne sy ðin lif atæsed. Gif hit wære esa gescot oððe hit wære ylfa gescot oððe hit wære hægtessan gescot, nu ic wille ðin helpan. Þis ðe to bote esa gescotes, ðis ðe to bote ylfa gescotas, ðis ðe to bote hægessan gescotes, ic ðin wille helpan. Fled þær on fyrgen hæfde. Hal westu! Helpe ðin drihten!

Nim þonne þæt seax, ado on wætan.

Against a stitch: feverfew and the red nettle, that which grows throughout a secret place, and waybread (plantain); boil in butter

They were loud, lo, loud, they who rode over the mound. They were steadfast, they who rode over the land. Shield yourself now, so you might escape this evil. Out, little spear, if you are inside here! He stood under the lindens, under a light shield, where the mighty women deprive their power and send forth yelling spears. I wish to send them another one soon, a dart flying before the opposition. Out, little spear, if you are inside here! A smith sat, striking a knife, little, iron, so wonderful. Out, little spear, if you are inside here! Six smiths sat, working a death-spear. Out, spear! Not in, spear! If it is in here, a piece of iron, the work of a hag, it must melt. If you were shot in the skin or were shot in the flesh or were shot in the blood or were shot in the limb, may your life never be torn. If it were shot by gods or if it were shot by elves or it were shot by hags, I will now help you. This for you as a remedy for the shot of gods, this for you as a remedy for the shot of elves This for you as a remedy for the shot of hags. I will now help you. It has fled there onto the mountain. Be healthy! May the Lord help you!

Then take that knife, banish it into the water.

[f4unlette]

𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑠

꒰ some of my personal tips and some other things that i’d like to try. will be adding more to the list soon ♡ ꒱

𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒:

⌗ brewer's yeast and zinc supplements for healthy hair, skin and nails

⌗ magnesium and sea moss supplements for fatigue, anxiety, stress, muscle and sleep regulation, migraines and blood sugar and pressure regulation

⌗ psyllium husk for constipation/ibs

⌗ vitamin c supplements for boosting collagen production, regulating boood pressure and boosting immunity

⌗ tiger balm for sore muscles, stomach aches and headaches

𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚:

⌗ magnesium and psyllium husk supplements to promote smoother bowel movements

⌗ yoga and stretching, as well as debloating exercises

⌗ renew life’s 3 day detox/body cleansing pills for a total body reset

⌗ stool softeners over laxatives

⌗ 2l of water daily/minimum and avoiding carbonated drinks

⌗ focusing on consuming fiber rich foods rather than protein

𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠:

⌗ chamomile, fenugreek and mallow tea for acne and inflammation

⌗ green tea after every meal to avoid bloating

⌗ cardamom or clove and cinnamon stick tea for body cleansing and avoiding foul body odor

⌗ lemon ginger shots to promote gut cleansing

⌗ lemon, strawberry and cucumber water for clearer skin

⌗ daily detox smoothies

⌗ jujube tea for glowy skin and period cramp relief — from uraveragemillenial on tiktok

⌗ pear, rock sugar and moss drink — from crystaldao111 on tiktok

𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ turmeric soap for dark spots and exfoliation

⌗ pink vaseline as a lip sleeping mask

⌗ vitamin c oil for scars and wrinkles

⌗ rose water as toner

⌗ la roche posay cicaplast baume b5+ for and tattoo care, acne scars, pimples and other skin inflammations

⌗ panoxyl for skin texture

⌗ tretinoin and gua sha for smile lines

⌗ facial lymphatic drainage for face puffiness

⌗ eating black seed oil to clear up acne

⌗ qasil powder for acne

⌗ moroccan beauty secrets — from zawinamorocco on tiktok

𝘩𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ amla hair oil for rapid hair growth

⌗ nettle shampoo mixed with a few drops of rosemary essential oil for oily roots and hair growth

⌗ tsubaki royal jelly and camelia oil conditioner and hair mask for soft hair

⌗ jojoba oil heat protectant cream for hair mids and ends before blow drying

⌗ argan oil for healthy and shiny hair ends

⌗ going to sleep the day before hair washing day in a loose braid after applying argan oil throughout hair mids and ends and with a silk bonnet on

⌗ trimming spit ends at home with a good pair of scissors

⌗ avoiding tight hair ties and opting for silk scrunchies

⌗ heatless curls > hair curlers

⌗ direct hair dye > box dye

note: i have type 1a (straight, thin and low porosity) hair, so these listed products may not be adequate for many people

𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ dove original soap and turkish exfoliating bath glove for soft skin

⌗ whipped shea butter with coconut oil for soft skin and hydrated cuticles

⌗ the ordinary glycolic acid for hyperpigmented underarms, elbow and knee ditches and oily hair roots

⌗ roll on deodorant followed by spray deodorant

⌗ johnson’s baby powder as dusting powder to lock in moisture from moisturizing cream

⌗ cuticle trimming every week, as well as nail filing and nail polish application using pink transparent nail polish (don’t forget toenails)

⌗ soaking hand nails in olive oil for 10 minutes to avoid them from peeling and breaking whilst promoting cuticle hydration

⌗ hand exercises for slimmer fingers

⌗ cleaning behind ears and piercing holes with saline solution every day

⌗ foot care by trimming toenails, scraping dead skin off, moisturizing feet and applying tea tree oil in case of fungi

⌗ couto toothpaste (pasta dentrífica), teeth flossing, tongue scraping and mint mouthwash with no alcohol for good dental and oral hygiene

𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒:

⌗ brown mascara > black mascara

⌗ lightly applying vaseline on eyelashes and also using it as eyebrow gel

⌗ rubbing vaseline on skin before applying perfume to make it last longer

⌗ spraying body mist on clothes

⌗ fresh fruity perfume: spring and summer. woody, aromatic and deep gourmand: autumn and winter

⌗ caravan, éclat and equivalenza perfume and body mists are great and affordable dupes for expensive fragrances

⌗ perfume oil on wrists and neck

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠:

⌗ pilates exercises from nikola’s pilates, shirlyn kim, move with nicole, lilly sabri, pamela reif

⌗ rosie graham’s 30 day challenge

⌗ k-pop workouts, especially kazuha’s workout from lesserafim

⌗ just dance

⌗ walking and jogging

⌗ jump rope

⌗ bicycling

⌗ badminton and handball

[homunculus-argument]

I love nettle soup. I love that I can straight-up make a meal out of just milk, butter, salt, pepper, a few spoonfuls of flour and a bunch of leafs from the fucking outside.

[pupsmailbox]

MOTH︰BUTTERFLY ID PACK

NAMES︰ acantha.　adela.　adley.　aetheria.　aiden.　ainsley.　alis.　allison.　amos.　angle.　ankova.　antler.　apollo.　apple.　arches.　arden.　argent.　ari.　aruna.　ashworth.　aspen.　asteria.　astralyn.　atlas.　barberry.　bay.　bee.　belina.　bellamy.　belle.　blair.　blake.　blossom.　bright.　brighton.　bryn.　butter.　butterfleigh.　butterfly.　cadi.　cai.　calesia.　cali.　canary.　carson.　cayana.　chai.　cherry.　chouko.　cinnabar.　cistus.　clancy.　clifden.　cloud.　clover.　cosmia.　crimson.　daisy.　dakota.　december.　dewick.　dorian.　dot.　dusk.　dust.　eclipse.　eilira.　eilliot.　ellison.　elnora.　emerald.　ermina.　ermine.　esmerelda.　esther.　evelyn.　evern.　falena.　fern.　finley.　fisher.　flora.　fly.　flynn.　forest.　fox.　foxglove.　galatea.　galium.　garnet.　ghost.　ginny.　greta.　grey.　haden.　haven.　hawk.　haworth.　hayden.　heath.　herald.　hesperia.　holli.　hollis.　isabella.　ismeria.　isola.　jael.　jayden.　jersey.　july.　june.　juniper.　juno.　kahli.　kai.　karran.　karson.　kentish.　kimko.　kit.　kori.　lace.　lackey.　langmaid.　lepida.　light.　luca.　lucy.　luna.　lunar.　malam.　maple.　march.　mariposa.　marlow.　marrow.　mars.　may.　micah.　mirza.　mocha.　molie.　monroe.　moth.　mothra.　mothy.　nettle.　november.　oak.　ocaria.　oleander.　opal.　palmyra.　paru.　parvaneh.　peach.　pearl.　pepper.　pine.　pinion.　plume.　poppy.　psyche.　quinn.　reed.　reid.　rekoa.　remi.　riband.　ricki.　robin.　rose.　rosy.　rowan.　ruby.　rufous.　sable.　saffron.　saga.　saige.　scarlet.　scotch.　sibylla.　silver.　skyler.　sula.　swift.　tara.　tate.　tatum.　tawny.　tera.　thora.　tiger.　una.　vanessa.　violet.　virginia.　weaver.　winter.　wren.　yara.　zephyr.　zephyra.　zion.　zoumi.

PRONOUNS︰ admir/admiral.　ant/antenna.　anten/antenna.　antler/antler.　apple/apple.　blood/blood.　blue/blue.　bu/butterfly.　bug/bug.　butter/butterfly.　carpet/carpet.　chalk/chalk.　cherry/cherrie.　chrysalis/chrysali.　clear/clearwing.　cloud/cloud.　cocoo/cocoon.　cocoon/cocoon.　dagger/dagger.　dark/dark.　dew/dew.　dot/dot.　dusk/dusk.　dust/dust.　erm/ermine.　eye/eye.　flame/flame.　flap/flap.　flow/flower.　flu/fluttflutter.　fluff/fluff.　fluff/luff.　flutter/flutter.　fly/fly.　forest/forest.　fri/fritillary.　frit/fritillery.　goat/goat.　gold/gold.　hair/hairstreak.　hawk/hawk.　hawk/hawkmoth.　heart/heart.　hide/hide.　hook/hook.　in/insect.　insect/insect.　lace/lace.　lamp/lamp.　leaf/leaf.　lepidoptera/lepidoptera.　light/light.　lu/luna.　luna/luna.　lunar/lunar.　maple/maple.　mo/monarch.　mo/moth.　mocha/mocha.　moon/moon.　mor/morpho.　moth/moth.　nec/nectar.　night/night.　night/night.　nocturnal/nocturnal.　noct/nocturnal.　oak/oak.　plume/plume.　reed/reed.　riph/ripheu.　rose/rose.　sallow/sallow.　shark/shark.　sil/silk.　silk/silk.　small/small.　snout/snout.　squeak/squeak.　squeak/squeaker.　stripe/stripe.　sul/sulphur.　swa/swallow.　swa/tail.　swall/swallowtail.　swift/swift.　tiny/tiny.　tuss/tussock.　wax/waxe.　wing/wing.　☁️ . ⭐️ . 🌕 . 💡 . 🦋 .

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

You don’t believe Nettles was Daemon’s bastard?

🤨 Yes? I mean, no, I don't believe Daemon fucked his daughter. Presuming that's what you're asking, and that you aren't a sexual-relationship-denialist. (I find "anti" doesn't quite work as a properly definitive noun here.) If you are, though, you should reread:

By the dwarf’s account, Daemon Targaryen had come to love the small brown bastard girl, and had taken her into his bed. How much credence can we give the fool’s testimony? [...] Septon Eustace says her teeth were crooked, her nose scarred where it had once been slit for thieving. Hardly a likely paramour for a prince, one would think. Against that we have The Testimony of Mushroom…and in this case, the Chronicles of Maidenpool as set down by Lord Mooton’s maester. Maester Norren writes that “the prince and his bastard girl” supped together every night, broke their fast together every morning, slept in adjoining bedchambers, that the prince “doted upon the brown girl as a man might dote upon his daughter,” instructing her in “common courtesies” and how to dress and sit and brush her hair, that he made gifts to her of “an ivory-handled hairbrush, a silvered looking glass, a cloak of rich brown velvet bordered in satin, a pair of riding boots of leather soft as butter.” The prince taught the girl to wash, Norren says, and the maidservants who fetched their bath water said he oft shared a tub with her, “soaping her back or washing the dragon stink from her hair, both of them as naked as their namedays.” None of this constitutes proof that Daemon Targaryen had carnal knowledge of the bastard girl, but in light of what followed we must surely judge that more likely than most of Mushroom’s tales.

Or to sum up what Gyldayn is saying: "normally Mushroom is not trustworthy. However, here is a maester (someone in my job, someone I trust) with his professional records of the histories of Maidenpool, and he confirms Mushroom's story. I think it's very likely."

Or what GRRM is saying: "I know I set up Mushroom to be the wild sexy gossip you can't believe guy, but this is an actual bit of wild sexy truth here, ok? Sorry the conceit of my history book doesn't let me actually state anything outright."

And in case you were asking the daddy-in-more-ways-than-one question, no, I've stated from the start (2013 with TPATQ, tyvm) that Nettles exists to show that dragonriding does not necessarily require Valyrian blood. Daemon is just paternalistic. Patronizing, in a Henry Higgins meets "Wildest Dreams" kinda way...

[morethansalad]

Vegan Nettle & Dandelion 'Honey' Cake

[adventures-in-a-world-of-fiction]

There's a little patch of nettles growing at the edge of my allotment. I'm planning on cutting them all down, but I'm tempted to bring them home and make nettle soup out of them, so I will have made a soup out of my allotment's yields.

But all the recipes I'm finding online include a bunch of other ingredients, including things like butter and cream, which would be a terrible plan for me right now. I could ignore the recipes and just make nettle soup with an onion and maybe a potato and skip the high-fat ingredients that would make my body decide to torture me.

[ajomagurd]

I made nettle soup for spring equinox:

Big bag of nettles, leaves only (raw, no blanching)

2 medium onion

2 carrots

5 cloves garlic

Chunk of butter

1/4 cup flour

4 cups broth

1 cup whole milk or cream

Salt and pepper to taste

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1. Sauté onions (on low-mid heat) in butter till golden and soft

2. Sprinkle flour on onions

3. Add garlic and carrots and sautee

4. Add a little broth and stir to deglaze

5. Add nettle leaves, if it doesnt fit put in batches and let it cook down till theres more space. Stir till its mostly wilted.

6. Add broth, milk/cream, salt, and pepper

7. Bring to simmer (dont let it boil), let it simmer for a bit

8. Serve with bread or toast

You can also add the flour with the broth. It might be easier but i saw someone else do it with the onions.

And you can use potatoes instead of flour, but we didnt have potatoes.

It was a very filling soup, tasted like it was a chowder, and tasted like it had potatoes even tho it didnt. Very fresh and nice.

[greatgreenwelshadventures]

There is an unwritten rule in our family that you don't mess with Mum's cheese scone recipe.

Always was a rebel...

Dandelion and nettle seed 😆

**Edited for recipe as requested**:

8oz (225g) self raising flour (or all purpose with 1tsp baking powder)

1.5oz (43g) butter

1tsp mustard powder

6oz (453g) mature cheddar cheese

1/4 pint (142mls) milk

Rub butter into flour. Add mustard and cheese. Stir in enough milk to make a dough. Roll out to 3/4 inch thick and cut into rounds. Brush tops with a little beaten egg.

Bake at 200c (390f) for 10-15 minutes.

Makes 8 large cheese scones plus an ugly one 😆

This is my late Mum's book which has obviously been adjusted over the years to reach perfection...

For the rebels;

At the flour and butter stage throw in herbs of your choice. In this case I used about 3 heaped tablespoons of nettle seed and the petals of around 12 dandelions.

Can also recommend branston pickle which you can add around 4 tablespoons and use a little less milk.

Best eaten warm or toasted and they freeze well so I made a double batch 🫶

[lottiesnotebook]

Welcome to DADWC! "Smell of freshly baked goods" for Luna Tabris and Alistair, maybe?

@lasatfat, this is a lovely wholesome prompt for these two, so sorry in advance for making it a little angsty, but I couldn't help myself.

Title inspired by this lovely poem, thank you @adainesjacket!

@dadrunkwriting

Alistair & Luna Tabris (platonic), found family, angst & hurt/comfort

you will always be the bread and the knife

She didn't speak much, Duncan's newest recruit, the elven girl conscripted from some dire fate in Denerim. Alistair had barely heard three words fall from her bloodless lips before- before everything went wrong. Before Ostagar, and the Tower, and losing everything.

It felt cruel to think it, but if he'd had to pick a Warden to survive Loghain's slaughter, it would not have been her, his newest sister, pale and sullen and sharp-edged as she was. A part of him expected to wake in Flemeth's cottage and find her already gone, vanished into the night like a ghost, but her injuries were harsher than his, and so he waited at the door with bitter anger in his heart. She would leave, he was certain, but he'd make her face him before she did, make her reckon with what she abandoned. Nobody else ever had, when what they were leaving behind was him. He could not have even said for certain if Duncan, mentor, friend, almost father, looked up at the burning tower as he died and worried about leaving him alone.

But when Seluna Tabris rose from her three day slumber, still pale, still wan, and limped out to see him, she did not look like a woman about to run. She did not look much like the shadow of a girl he'd tried and failed to flirt with half a dozen times in camp, the blank, unsmiling doll of a creature. Nothing had changed about her and yet-

And yet, he looked into her eyes, and saw his own grief reflected and refracted and magnified, and in that moment, he understood her, at least a little. The blank, hollow space he'd seen at her core, the baffled disdain she'd offered in response to his flirtation, as if he were a child and she an old, old woman. How young he must have looked to her, then, how innocent, if she'd been carrying all Ostagar's grief within her slender frame for weeks.

Perhaps that was why she stayed - set up her tent near his, built the fire he still felt too numb or shaken to need. Cold did not reach him, in the hollow space of grief. Hunger did not sting. If he drank, it was because water or wine was pressed into his hands, rather than from any internal need. Perhaps she knew that without her, he would have little else to live for, and little skills by which to survive.

It struck him most fully that she was staying- truly staying- when they reached Lothering, when the crowd of refugees and merchants eager to take advantage of them swelled and she could easily have slipped away. He thought she would, when he saw her bartering with a miller with a cart full of floursacks and a bevy of screaming, arguing children. Even if nobody would believe in her skills as a guard without seeing it for themselves, she could likely play the nursemaid - she'd done well enough with him.

But instead, she returned, and as they set up camp, began to mix flour and butter and water in the small tin bowl of her mess kit, humming softly. She looked up when he sensed his eyes on her, raised an eyebrow.

"Nobody ever make you parathas before?" When he kept staring, she clarified, "Flatbreads, fried. Not ringing a bell?"

He shook his head. "No, I- the Arl said the kitchens were no fit place for a king's son, even a bastard."

"Shame," she said, then, with something that was almost a smile: "Might've made you a little more useful."

"I'm useful!" he retorted, pride nettled, "I stand in front of monsters and get hit while you sneak around and stab things!"

"And very good at that you are, too," she said, with a tone that was almost warm, almost indulgent. The parathas, when they fry, smell like warmth and indulgence and the promise she will not leave. They smell like the life he might have lived, if he'd had a mother to fry bread for him, or a sister to call him useless and tease him.

Later, when he sleeps in a palace, and has the finest of leavened bread at his beck and call, he will sometimes dream he can still smell them, and wake, weeping, for that warmth, for that promise that she never made aloud, but that even years later, he wishes he could hold her to.

[grub-s]

my christmas/end of year/birthday present to myself this year is a 1850s whalebone-handled butter knife, which i will use to scrape nettle

[zafiro-anyejo]

if celery has no haters left I am one of them. there are way more nutritious and better tasting plants that aren't celery. they are stringy. they get caught in my teeth. they are no fun to chew. they are tasteless. they (supposedly) give you less energy than the energy it takes to actually eat them. they are only barely palatable with hummus or peanut butter, but even then I could just use baby carrots or multigrain chips. they add an odd texture to soups and other dishes. the only thing I think they can be okay in are maybe, like, maraconi salad, but--again--chopped dill pickles are right there and give a better flavor while also having a nice crunch. why? why do we as a society hold celery up to be this wonderful healthy thing when it is not? apparently it was bred to be edible because in the wild it was only used for its leaves; the stalk was bitter and hard to eat. that is nature itself telling us "hey! maybe leave this one alone/for animals who actually like this thing!"??? eat some kale, eat some nettle, eat some spinach or whatever. celery is the devil's weed. we need to knock it down from its pedestal, especially with the holiday season around the corner. join me in my vendetta.