#raisins market

[westergaartchive]

His name was Dexter He's a detective...

Anyways uhh Foodfight redesigns that nobody asked for yet I provide

[notquiteaghost]

it is now the 26th so i have been paid and i could hypothetically make purchases in order to solve how hungry i currently am but it is also just past midnight and what i want is a bag of chocolate raisins from the market >:|

[sports9885]

The major factors that are expected to boost the growth of the Asia-Pacific raisins market in the forecast period of 2023 to 2030, are the rising increased demand for raisins in the food and beverage industries and growing awareness regarding the health benefits of raisins among consumers. Furthermore, the adoption of innovative technologies and solutions and rising trend of on-the-go snacking are further propelling the Asia-Pacific raisins market. The demand for the raisins is increasing for which manufacturers are now more focused and they are involved in the new product launch, promotion, awards, certification, and event participation in the market. These decisions are ultimately enhancing the growth of the market.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Our second day was an Aunts day.

It was also jet lag day, sadly.

No idea why.

We went to bed coming up on midnight at the end of our first day, both mentally sluggish and sleepy. And yet...

And yet four-thirty in the morning of our second day we are fully, inexplicably, wide awake. Both of us at the same time.

So we streamed that movie, Enola Holmes 2, from my laptop to our room's large screen monitor. By the time credits rolled, it was just passed 630AM. We stayed up another forty-five minutes before setting an alarm for 830 and trying again.

Kimmer actually fell asleep while I lay there, eyes closed, waiting for sleep to come.

And then the alarm went off.

So that happened.

Fortunately, we enjoyed an easy, lazy morning after that, our only agenda item being to visit my aunt and uncle who live nearby. I did a bit of my own reading and writing while Kimmer worked on her current paper for her doctoral program studies.

Oh. And I had one of the marzipan rolls my one uncle gave me at the airport the day before. I think there are six total in the package. So I'm indulging one each morning until it's time to go home.

And yeah. Since you're thinking it I'm gonna say it out loud: it's AMAZING I have that kind of self-control.

😁

Around noon, we pivot toward readying ourselves for what will be a lovely, twenty minute walk to my aunt and uncle's home. Unfortunately, the morning's rain is persisting. Plus there's wind.

Kimmer had the foresight to pack a pair of small collapsible umbrellas that actually work on such a day... just barely. They keep our heads dry and manage to not blow out.

All we can ask for.

☺️

We're out the door quarter after one, walking a bit of cobblestone before reaching the main street that'll take us most of the way to my aunt 'n uncle's place. Ten minutes later we're at the local market trying to make sense of packaging labels, trying to figure out which ones declare nut allergens and which ones don't. There's a lot of dutch food here I remember growing up. We just need to make sure we identify the ones that'll kill Kimmer. ☹️

So yeah. Other than the possibility of random nuts baked into the food causing Kimmer to die on the spot... there really are a lot of fantastic food memories here: the traditional holiday raisin rolls, stollen, and oliebollen. And then everyday things like chocolate hail I used to spread as often as humanly possible on top of peanut butter that was spread on top of butter butter that was spread all over hot slices of toast.

Stuff like that.

There are a lot more goodies at this dutch market as opposed to what I would consider food staples. Which is just the best thing ever.

We're at the market about half an hour and by 2 we're walking the sidewalks again. Under a little harder rain. Into a little harder wind.

At one point I miss our turn and we go a block farther before turning back and landing at my aunt and uncle's place twenty minutes after leaving the market.

Approaching their front door, another of my aunts pops her head out. I manage to not embarrass myself identifying her after more than twenty years because I saw a photograph of her the previous night in a photo album from a recent family celebration.

Thank God.

Once inside, we settle down at the dining room table for the next coupla hours for a lunch featuring salad, meats, cheeses, teas, and breads both hot and room temp. At the table are Kimmer 'n I, my aunt 'n uncle, and my other aunt who's visiting.

Like the previous evening with family, the conversation ranges all over the place. And maybe what's fun about these conversations isn't just their eclectic nature but the general tone. Friendly. Light-hearted. Familiar. With an easy humor within reach at any given moment. Even as the topics broaden out beyond family.

Quarter after four, my aunt who's visiting whisks us away for the half hour drive to her home.

Now here's the thing about her home: it's a half block from where my grandmother, my mom's mom, used to live. It's in the same village in which my parents were married. I visited here as a child when my uncle, my mom's youngest brother, was alive, when this home was still home to he, his wife, and their two boys, my other cousins who are really super tall these days. 🤯

My uncle passed away nearly twenty years ago. He and his wife's two boys grew into men with their own homes, their own lives. This is now simply the home of my aunt who lives where she always lived, in this village of friends who've been here a long time as well, in this village in which she worked for decades.

We're here another couple hours and during those hours we explore memories going all the way back to how my aunt met my uncle when she was fifteen, how she left for Holland when she was eighteen.

The story she tells involves people I can't even imagine, by the way. My aunts and uncles as teenagers, as early twenty-somethings.

There are photographs my aunt shows us, over which we marvel because yeah. Teenagers and twenty-somethings.

It's hard to believe even as I examine the photographic evidence with my own eyes.

So we spend two hours and an insane number of decades and stories that span a wide range of emotional territory and narrative arcs. At one point my aunt wants to give my dad a call to thank him for the Christmas card he and mom sent her. Also to wish him a happy birthday in advance of today which is his birthday. I help her untangle a couple technical issues with the call and, the next thing I know, my dad's voice is on the line. We speak briefly and then I hand the phone back to my aunt.

And they talk for a while.

Later, my aunt hands the phone back to me and I fill my dad in on what's happened since our last call a day ago (ish).

One other theme of this day, by the way, is that we're relentlessly being offered goodies. As if we can't possibly have had enough.

That's not wrong, by the way. 😉

That definitely continued from one aunt to the next. Even before we got to my second aunt's home, she asked us if we like apple juice and pear juice. Soon as we both said yes, she stopped at a nearby shop in her village where they make the apple juice and the pear juice.

We've got a bottle of each, now. ☺️

Then at her home, she offered us a jar of pears that we gladly accepted. Then she offered us teas followed by an apple tart, two apple tarts, of which I ate one and brought the other with us. Then cheese(?) cookies. Then home-made cookies in a round tin that are simply delicious.

She even offered more substantial food like bapao, a steamed bun with a filling. We politely passed given the amount of eating we were already indulging. Which made me remember:

We always returned home heavier when I was a kid and we came to Holland for family visits.

Our family in Holland was always feeding us.

And that's a thing that hasn't changed from then to now. 🙂

In the end, we had an unexpected, deep, touching, and lovely visit. An absolute bonus to our experience.

My aunt drove us back to my aunt and uncle's place through a nighttime wind storm that threatened to push her car sideways off the road or into oncoming traffic.

Not the best way to end our day.

She was taking us back because Kimmer accidently left her phones there. After a quick hand-off of phones, she dropped us at our hotel, hugs all around.

We may get a chance to see her again before we leave. This was a pretty definitive visit, though. And I'm amazed by it.

Interestingly, we'll see her sons later tonight as, apparently, we continue this experience of my family's greatest hits.

☺️

[gardenstateofmind]

i just made some banging oatmeal, i am delighted

[bee-wg]

Year 1:

“I’m telling you, man. You just need to drink the protein shakes Dad and I have. Don’t worry about the taste, they’re banana chocolate flavoured. It’s actually quite delicious when you get used to the texture. Then you’ll just need to go to the gyms a few times a week to get these bad boys.” I said, flexing my 16-inch arms.

“Oh, and I can make protein pancakes!  Maybe I can add it to other pastries too. It’ll be healthy, useful and delicious. I bet your mom could never have thought of that.” He said smugly.

“Dude, focus. Why does everything have to be cooking with you?” 

“Sorry, I got too excited there. It’s just that I haven’t made breakfast you guys liked, it’s completely her territory. For now. Maybe If I make this, you guys will eat it.”

”You know we’ll have to finish whatever you both end up cooking anyway, right?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t count. I want you to eat it because you like it.” The man said, just when I thought he was sane.

”Well that’s irrelevant. Don’t you think it’s a great idea?” He asked.

Even though he’s a maniac, I have to admit.

“I guess it’s not bad, I don’t have to drink and eat at the same time. Just don’t make too much, you get easily full with those things.”

“Don’t worry about it man. Don’t you have morning football practice to burn off the calories?”

“Alright, just don’t put raisins in there. I heard somewhere that they make you dehydrated.”

I shoo him out of the door and start undressing. Contemplating on a compression shirt or an oversized Tee, my head starts running. I am objectively muscular, but compared to the guys at the gym, I’m nothing. I don’t think I’m big enough yet. Oversized Tee it is then. 

Grabbing my duffle, I ran downstairs. Then, the scent of banana chocolate sweets blasted my face. 

“Morning Jay, come try it out. This is really good.” Dad called out with his mouth half full.

I picked up the buttered pancake. It smells nice, with some cherry scent in there too.

“Dang, this is not bad, Pumpkin,” I shouted to him in the kitchen.

“Right? And with more space in the stomach for drinks, you can try Chloe’s fruit smoothie.” Dad said.

“Don’t worry sweetie, the fruits are from the farmers market so it’s healthy.” Mom yelled from the kitchen.

Looking back at the breakfast, it’s a bit more bulky than usual, but I’m gonna work it off in the morning drill anyway.

Without more hesitation, I dug into the full plate of pancakes and blueberry whipped cream.

“Sweetie, you’re already done? I have more in the back.” Mom said

“She really stepped up her game, right?” Dad chimed in.

“It was awesome mom. Thank you, and help me thank Theo too. But I really need to go now. The practice starts in 30.”

“Alright sweetie, stay safe and don’t be late. I’ll have David finish off the rest.”

“Wait, me? But there’s so much!” Dad whined.

“Love you Mom, love you dad, gotta go.”

I rushed out of the house with the faint sound of their replies.

I felt bad for Dad, since school started, I’ve been leaving the leftovers to him because of school. More often than not, Theo and Mom would overcook and we would be left with more food than we know how to deal with. So Dad would take his usual time for morning runs to finish it before going to work. I need to make it up to him somehow. I guess I could offload his burden by eating more on the weekends.

The practice went as well as it could with my stomach full of pancakes; although Coach thought I had a lot of potential with all the fumbles. Probably because Dad was a star quarterback here back in his days.

“You just need to get used to the team dynamic here, then it will all be fine, Jacob. Don’t sweat it,” Coach said.

It was easier said than done. Someone literally asked me how long my dick was, then groped my pec. At least in high school, people had the decency of being embarrassed.

Maybe I do need to chill off. Go to the club like they said. I do have the biggest pecs out of everyone after all. And I heard people like big glutes, so maybe someone would want me.

It took me a month to search up a club. I was not stalling. Then, another month to put the address into Google Maps. I was busy. Homework has been rough, the professor hates me and Theo needs me to restock. Nonetheless, I finally have time now.

Yay.

Putting on Dad’s old Beige Polo, I look pretty good. The shirt hugs my muscles too much for comfort, but it’s the one day of the month I’m supposed to look like a slut. The light is going to be dimmed anyway.

Fishing for the keys, my hand found some candied fruit on the stand. The guy even knows how to make candies from leftover fruits, who even does that? I grabbed some to put it in my mouth. 

On my way out I caught a glimpse of my father in the kitchen. He’s been starting to brew homemade beers with steady progress.

“Oh, Jay! You’re going out? You got a date, yeah?”

He turned back, revealing the newly grown beer belly.

“What?! Of course not. It’s the shirt right? I look like a try hard.”

”Haha, be careful whose shirt you’re insulting. That was my lucky shirt.” 

He misunderstood, I just thought I would look half as in place as he looks if I wear this. I really shouldn’t go. 

”You’ll be alright son, you’re a charming young man. People will see that.”

My eardrums are fucking gushing blood.

The Club sound rattled through my bones as random guy number six and random chick number four came.

Dad was right. I was quite charming, TOO charming, even.

“Oh my gosh look at those arms,” running her hand, Random chick number four said.

“He probably has killer abs too. Wanna come home with me tonight, Jock boy?” Random guy number six said.

“Sorry man, I’m straight. I also have a friend waiting for me in the car.” I replied.

“Aww man, too bad. I wanted a dumb jock to rail me tonight.” He said while walking off. Seriously, what is up with people these days?

At least I still have my 16 dollar margarita with me in the corner.

Lost in my head, a potential random guy number seven approaches.

“Hey, what’s a hot guy like you doing in the corner?” Number seven asked.

“Sorry, I’m straight.”

“Ahh, my bad. Worth a shot,” He said.

“Man, why is every Dad bod fuck boys straight? Gay people are too obsessed with their bodies to have the look,” he added.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I have a thing for guys who look like you. Not really a jock anymore, but still attracts everyone.”

My 16 dollar margarita was spilt.

“Oh, Shit. Sorry I don’t know what to do.” I’m glad to not have a friend in my car waiting to see me embarrass myself.

“Don’t worry man, I’ll handle it.” Number seven said.

I don’t know why I’m doing this. It’s not like I have a Dad bod, is a fuck boy, or even gay. But the guy he described is the kind of masculine, wild man I aspire to be. Not a shit given to what people think. Maybe I can be that guy tonight. 

“Sorry I’m not the Dad bod fuck boy you thought I was.” 

I already butchered it. Why the hell did I say that? That’s not what a guy without a care in the world would say.

“What if you are.” He reached under my polo and grabbed my abs. Or softer abs, cause he’s clearly grabbing something.

“But I’ve never done this before,” Holy shit, I need to shut the fuck up.

“No worries, you just need to sit back and enjoy.”

I look back at the rotting toilet. Maybe not sit.

“We’re gonna make this quick, alright?” He said. Then gave my stomach a quick squeeze. 

I’m telling Mom and Theo to cut back on the food tonight.

He slid down the zipper and tugged on my dick.

“You’re not who I imagined to be, but I like pathetic boys like you too.” He said.

“Wait, what? I - fuuuck.”

He uses his thumb to twirl around my cock head; then the freak proceeds to lick my stomach pudge.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I involuntarily groaned. 

“Hahaha, seems like it would be quicker than I thought.”

He laughed. Fucking laughed at me. And my dick is harder than ever before.

Then, out of nowhere. He grabbed my ass and sucked half of my length in.

“Holy sh-“ I yelped 

He covered his left hand on my mouth and said hushly. “Jesus, fuck boy! Do you want everyone to hear? I mean it’s hot, but we’ll get kicked out.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just ohhhhhh.”

He sucked the entire length in as I got into his throat. It’s cold for a second with the air being sucked, then it warms up my dick as I get closer to the edge.  And, wait, did I just moan out loud?

Didn’t give me a chance to breathe, he repeated the motion again and again.

I’m really close.

“Not yet fuck boy.” He said as he guided my hand to my pec.

“What is it?” I asked. 

“Twist your nipples and do not stop until we’re done.” 

Strange request, but it seemed like there was a lot I didn’t know, so I complied.

“I thought only women like this?” I asked as I squeezed my nipples.

He immediately got back to work as if telling me to shut the fuck up.

Then, I feel it. 

It might be the cold air conditioning or the fact that I have my cock in someone’s fucking mouth, but my nipples perked up and got sensitive all of a sudden. 

He starts to squeeze and rub my stomach as my senses overload.

Once in a while, he would come up with a remark or two.

“I bet you’re the kind of guy that likes to sit around, munch all day, let other people take charge and fuck you,” He said.

”I bet your bubble butt will grow twice as big by the end of the year because you hate the gym deep down,” He said.

It all doesn’t make sense. I only have five, ten tops of weight added, but my dick gets even harder.

“Come on, fuck boy. Twist those fat tits for me,” he said as the sucking picks up the pace.

“Fuck yeah, my fat tits.” It’s all too much for me to form a thought.

“Fuck my fat ass too.”

“Yeah, faster!”

He gave my slight belly a final squeeze as I cummed harder than I’d ever experienced.

I can feel my dick still shooting out cum as I blacked out.

Someone is wiping me.

Oh, right.

“Great, you’re up.” Random man said.

”Huh?”

“It got real messy, eh?” He continues.

“Sorry, I got carried away earlier. You’re just so hot.”

It seems like he’s not going to stop talking.

“You’re obviously still a jock, but hey. A man can dream,” he said

“You’ve got some real potential, kid.” He patted my apparently now-existing belly and said.

I don’t get it. I’ve been eating more than usual lately, and Theo’s snacks don't help, but mom got the ingredients from the farmers market, so they were definitely healthy. Maybe I am missing something else.

“Here,” he hands me a small piece of paper.

“Call me if you want to do this again.”

Then just like that, the strange man leaves.

I didn’t give a second glance at the piece of paper before throwing it in the trash can.

Against my better judgment, I put my hand back in the disgusting trash can.

No harm in keeping it.

The stranger’s words ring in my head as I put an undisclosed sum of money on margaritas.

Maybe I do like being taken care of.

***

My phone vibrated for the thousandth time today, almost causing an earthquake. 

“Aggggah, leave me aloneeee. Help me baby Jesus.”

The alcohol from last night, plus the vibration is enough to kill a bear.

Opening the over-lit phone, I see Theo’s happy ginger face.

Theo: Hey Jay, could you help me buy a cookbook I want at the mall, asap? 

Me: kys❤️

Mom: Jacob, could you explain the language? 

Shit, it's the family chat! 

Me: It means keeping yourself safe, mom. I'll go to the mall in a bit!

Theo, the little bastard, replied with a laughing emoji.

Brushing my teeth, I saw myself in the mirror. 

Definitely can’t unsee it now. I still have some abs definitions, it’s just pushing out now.

I hesitated, looking at the protein ice cream sandwich mom prepared for me. 

Well, I do need something to settle my stomach from the alcohol. Plus, protein is always healthy.

Grabbing a few more ice cream sandwiches, I made my way to the bus.

The mall is located in the middle of nowhere. Nobody comes here except for Costco. Apparently there’s a chain book store too.

Finding the book has been proven difficult. Half the store sells stationery, and the other half sells boring books nobody wants. There is no reason for the store to be this huge.

By the time Theo, the brat, had confirmed the book, it was already past two. 

“Hello, excuse me. Is there no restaurant here whatsoever?” I asked the book nerd from the counter.

“Ahhhhh, there’s ahh fast food down the lane, to um, the right?”

“Alright, thanks.” Looks like I’m going to starve myself until I get back.

Going to the bus station, I pass the fast food place. They must have had a rebranding these couple of years. They used to smell like kids puke. Now… it smells like some sweet apple pie, fries, or chicken nuggets? Yeah, definitely some chicken nuggets. Haven’t had them in years. 

No. I must not get carried away.

Dad said fast foods are not real food. Ever since he watched the Super Size Me documentary, he banned the whole family from eating fast food, and I thank him for it every day. 

Today will be an exception. This will be my reward for going through everything that happened this week.

“So, we have a discount for everyone who uses our app. You can also get points for a free meal in the app.” The fat ass cashier asked.

“Yeah, why not. I could save a few.” Not like I’m going to use it after this.

My hands end up with a combo of fries, burger, nuggets and a medium soda.

While enjoying the smell of garbage goods, I catch a glimpse of an obese guy sitting in the corner. 

He looks. Wait, it’s Avery Lancaster.

Holy shit it’s true. He did gain 70 pounds and some more. Looks like he’s in his 300s now.

The image of his fat ass hanging off the seat brought me back to reality.

I will not eat at this restaurant ever again after this meal, so I won’t end up like him. 

Except for the fries. The fries are too good to pass.

For The rest of the semester, things went as well as they could.

Homework has been piling up, the professor still hates me, so I have less time to hit the gym.

Sports are enough for me so stay fit anyway.  At least until next year’s spring season starts. 

Coach has been supportive of my decision to bulk up. He just gave me an ominous warning about off-season athletes bulking too much.

When the Thanksgiving holiday came, I was ready to go on a diet. 

After the holidays.

Because mom has seriously improved her skills, and, as much as I don’t wanna say it, Theo’s food is basically tailored made to my taste. They might just be.

I have a sneaking suspicion that they are using Dad and I as testing metrics for their little competitions. Just a suspicion. Because recently Theo started focusing on making food for me, Mom began to make food primarily for Dad.

The suspicious duo seem to have the belief that weight equals love. If that is the case, I am truly screwed. There is no one but dead people who can resist Theo’s cooking. I’ve even been brainwashed to think Theo’s food rants are interesting, that’s how powerful he is.

By the end of the Christmas dinner, I could tell that Theo had probably lost in their competition by the look on his face. I almost felt bad for not eating enough. 

It's not like the food wasn’t good; my opponent is Dad. His appetite is unmatched. At the beginning of the year, he barely eats anything for breakfast while keeping his plant-based diet. Now he’s an absolute beast, he can inhale 15 pancakes at the speed of sound. Whatever I’ve gained this year, Dad probably has gained twice as much.  He also grew out his beard and body hair which I struggle to do. There is literally no better definition of man than him.

After the Christmas dinner, I went up to assess the damage. 

Twenty-two pounds of flabby fat gained this year.

Why don’t I at least look like Dad with a firm, rounded gut? Instead, mine grows around the underbelly, looking like a soft fanny pack.

I need to stop thinking about this. I’m still muscular after all. 215 is nothing compared to the guys on the team.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I have a thing for guys who look like you. Not really a jock anymore, but still attracts everyone.” His voice echoed in my head.

Deleting the notifications from the fast food app, I opened the phone and dialled the number for Random Guy number 7.

Chapter 2 ->

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[adinathindia]

Eliminate Your Doubts About Wholesaler Of Dry Fruits

It has become that much easy for one to buy bulk dried fruit from the comforts of their home. But it is not uncommon for potential shoppers to be a bit iffy about their purchase. Using the above tips, you can eliminate all your doubts and place your order without any worry.

[randomfingthings]

Look oatmeal raisin has a place in this world, no hate, really, it's nice at times don't get me wrong bbbuttttt....

....is it the only kind of oatmeal cookie or are we ready to branch out, maybe do an oatmeal chocolate cookie, oatmeal cookie alone, idk there are other oatmeal cookies that can and should be more mainstream.

[coneheads-deserved-a-noble-prize]

I AM SO TIRED OF PEOPLE ASSOCIATING ALASTOR WITH ONLY JAMBALAYA SO HERE ARE OTHER CREOLE DISHES YOU HEATHENS

Fanfiction and Comic creators, this is for you especially.

Crawfish Étouffée

This beautiful dish was invented in Breaux Bridge Louisiana, where our favourite radio star is from! Although it's invention is attributed the Herbet Hotel in the 1950s -after Alastors death- it is a classic.

Crawfish Étouffée has a sauce typically made from a blonde roux with that classic cajun seasoning. It contains the Holy Trinity of cajun cooking too: bell peppers, onions and celery. The main meat of this dish is crawfish tails and it is usually served with carbs like cornbread, cajun rice or vegetables such as green beans and potato salad.

It is chock full of flavour, and a filling inexpensive dish for low income families - which I believe Alastor is from.

Some alternatives to the crawfish are chicken and shrimp.

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The difference between Étouffée and Gumbo.

These two often get mixed up, and I understand, they're both classic Bayou dishes. Here's how to differentiate them.

Texture: Both dishes use shrimp, chicken, or crawfish tail broth. BUT Jumbo has a thicker consistency, it's made from a dark roux and it tends to use more liquid to remain stew-like.

Flavour: Gumbo and Étouffée both use Cajun seasoning, but due to Étouffées blonde roux, it has a lighter, sweeter taste than the darker, fullness of flavour in Gumbo.

Meat: Gumbo uses a variety of meats at the same time (often shrimp and sausage are key components), as mentioned in the alternatives above, Étouffée typically does not.

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2. Red Beans and Rice

We're on a roll guys! This is another dish from Louisiana! Although, it is specifically associated with New Orleans, where Alastor hosted his radio show. It has a fascinating history, partly due to it's African and French/Spanish routes - But it was also a struggle meal during the Great Depression. It was originally a Creole, not Cajun dish.

(Note: Red Beans and Kidney Beans are different legumes)

This dish also contains the Holy Trinity, as well as bay leaves, oregano, cayenne pepper, garlic powder and more. Its protein comes from Andouille sausages, but like Gumbo, a variety of meats are used. If you want Alastor to be traditional about it, he should make it on a Monday incorporating the left over ham bones from Sunday dinner. It is also complimented with long grain white rice and green beans, amongst many other things.

Considering Alastor witnessed the Stock Market Crash of 1929 -which led to the Great Depression - There is no way he hasn't come across this dish before.

3. Creole Bread Pudding

The queen of Creole Dessert has arrived. Can you guess where she's from? DING-DING-DING! That's right! New Orleans Louisiana baby! Recipes of this treat have been recorded since 1885, so it suffices to say she's a classic.

Like most bread puddings, it is made by combining stale bread (preferably French), beaten eggs and milk. However, this variation often has an incredible amount of vanilla extract. What it will be complimented with varies from person to person. Some examples are: Whipped meringue and whisky, raisins and apple, or walnuts and butter.

Although not as popular in the modern day, I like to imagine this is something Mimzy, Rosie and Alastor might share together on a day out.

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There you go! I hope you enjoyed this - but more importantly I hope this helps people create a more diverse version of those cosy Alastor cooking scenes that I love.

[nanavn]

For @shanastoryteller who asked for the gut bacteria expert's* recipe:

The professor's green energy smoothie

Ingredients

(two servings, according to the original)

half an avocado

half an apple

the juice from half a squeezed lemon

1 pinch fresh ginger

10 grapes or half a kiwi

5 dried walnuts

1 sheet nori (the kind used for sushi)

4 bunches of spinach

1 bunch parsley

a handful of broccoli

a handful of bean sprouts

half a glass of herbal tea

Preparation

Prepare the vegetables and fruits by removing the core from the apple, the peel from the kiwi, etc.

Put the vegetables in the blender with the herbal tea (cooled) and blend until it becomes a very fine-grained, green and fragrant smoothie.

Garnish with fresh herbs according to your taste preferences.

From https://livsstil.tv2.dk/mad/opskrift/professorens-groenne-energigroed (translation: https://livsstil-tv2-dk.translate.goog/mad/opskrift/professorens-groenne-energigroed?_x_tr_sl=auto&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=da)

My tips

The taste is pretty neutral (YMMV) but if you substitute ingredients, it may affect the taste - cabbages in particular

I usually double the recipe and have it over two days - I can't be bothered to keep half an apple lying around

I use a tall container with a volume of 1,6L/3.4 pint - that's on the small side for my version

I wouldn't make bigger portions than can be eaten over two days, and unless consumed straight away it must be kept in the fridge - you're risking a bacteria bomb instead of a nice smoothie...

I rarely use lemon, but use a few good slices of ginger (peel the whole chunk, slice and freeze for less fuss)

If you live near an Asian market, they probably have bigger packs of nori. I buy one with 50 sheets - it's *much* cheaper per sheet than the supermarket's price

I skip the parsley (can't be bothered) and buy chopped (see next bullet point) frozen spinach and add to taste

Instead of broccoli (expensive; doesn't last long in the fridge) I buy whatever cabbage is cheapest and use a large handful of it chopped up some (the fibres in cabbage and whole spinach leaves does not play well with my blender - YMMV)

I use a large mug of herbal tea and add psyllium husk for more fibre

In general I substitute/add veggies/fruits if I have something going a bit overripe (buying a load of bananas cheap and freezing them if they go brown before eating: also great for this); if I'm out of grapes, I add raisins ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

IIRC he's a proponent of using organic prooduce. As you can tell from my notes I'm cheap and/or poor cost conscious, so I buy the cheapest. It's up to you :)

I eat this in addition to whatever fruits&vegs I usually have - it's an easy way to up my intake and get some things I don't eat a lot of (e.g. cabbage, spinach)

I make my own beansprouts - but this is already too long, so it's in the next post

*Oluf Borbye Pedersen - from the link:

Intestinal Microbiome Research OP is a leading partner in the EU-Metahit initiative (www.metahit.eu) which delivered the first and second gut microbial gene catalogue of 3.3 and 9.9 mio microbial genes, respectively, from the human intestinal tract.  With quantitative metagenomics he and his team demonstrated in a population sample that about a fourth of adults is markedly deficient in gut microbiota diversity. The same individuals were featured by insulin resistance, overweight, dyslipidaemia and proinflammation. OP et al. reported the first quantitative metagenomics study of gut microbiota in type 2 diabetes, prediabetics and women with gestational diabetes and they discovered a new biological fingerprint, gut enterotypes of the human host. In addition, in recent studies of the human gut microbiome, Pedersen and colleagues have teased out drug effects versus disease effects on gut bacteria composition and function. Recently, they reported the first example of gut microbes linked to human insulin resistance. Mechanistically the investigators extended and validated their findings in in rodents. The Pedersen team has done several interventions targeting the human gut microbiome and blood metabolome including the impact of broad-spectrum antibiotics and of dietary gluten content, respectively. Studies that influence dietary and medical practice.

[nsomniacsdream]

I think there's a lot of things you don't like because you don't like the commercially available version. Like Raisins. You go to the store and buy some of those raisins in the little cardboard box, right? and they taste nasty. But if you ever get the chance to eat a fresh sundried raisin, from a real farm and not a factory full of dirt, and it's like 40 different flavors, with notes and waves of different flavor rolling across your tongue. You still will say you don't like raisins, because if someone gets you raisins, its gonna be those dried up bullshit raisins, but every now and again, you'll get a little bag of fresh raisins from a farm named "Sunshine Ranch" or something, and they'll be an experience you never forget. (I had some really good raisins from a farmers market)

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

if the animorphs were ice cream flavors which ice cream flavors would they be

Marco: Rum raisin. It's edgy, it's odd, it's either serving alcohol to children or not and no one can agree on this point. The name is strange and off-putting, but under that shell it's soft and sweet inside.

Rachel: Birthday cake. This ice cream is secretly vanilla, but the kind of rainbow-colored vanilla that reminds you just how precious and high-end vanilla extract actually is. It's all about the aesthetic, but the aesthetic is actually there to enhance the flavor.

Tobias: Superman. What is Superman ice cream? It's ice cream that's also Superman. It's Superman flavored. What's in it? Superman ice cream. If you want to understand your ice cream or put it into clearly defined categories, you're looking in the wrong place.

Jake: Sea salt caramel. It's a little rough, a little bitter, a weirdly savory take on dessert. It has also launched a thousand legal battles, because no one can agree who (if anyone) owns the phrase "sea salt caramel." It's the ice cream flavor for all your salty and battle-ready needs.

Cassie: Strawberry. The oft-forgotten much-overlooked third of Neapolitan ice cream. Neither chocolate nor vanilla but their hardworking cousin, there to balance them out with a rich burst of unapologetic sweetness.

Ax: Old Bay. Despite the strangeness of putting a Cajun-style seafood seasoning in ice cream, there's a strange allure to Old Bay ice cream. It's so strange, especially when marketed just as "crab flavor", that everyone's drawn to it for its oddness. Plus, it's the kind of thing that no mere human could eat an entire bowl of without a stomachache.

[softichill]

Cookie Run definitely has its flaws, but honestly one thing is has going for it is writing really good women. Not once has there been a "girl of the group" type character, and nearly every girl with a story has had this depth and emotion that's hard to find in a lot of other medias (White Lily Cookie is the obvious example here but there are lots of others like Croissant Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie, Raisin Cookie, Black Pearl Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie [girl ish? She/they counts for the sake of this post] etc). And when a woman character doesn't have a lot of depth, it's because she's intentionally meant as a more silly character alongside others (Chili Pepper Cookie, Avocado Cookie, and Carrot Cookie generally have very 1-note gimmicks but that's to go alongside the other gimmicky cookies)

Idk, it's refreshing to see a popular marketable series that barely plays into gender, if at all. It's a good change of pace.

[secular-jew]

Judeans made wine for both internal distribution and for export, from the Richon area of Israel "Richon Le Zion, Palestine" which was a Jewish area of course. The label also says "Raisin de Canaan" - French for "Grapes of Canaan."

Naturally, the Arab Muslims can't drink and don't make wine.

Another well known wine began being produced in late 1800s. The Palestine Wine Company (PalWin for short), was founded in 1898, one of which the first brands sold in export markets by the Israeli wine industry.

In other news which proves that the Israelis are those who were called Palestinians, and which the Arabs will ignore, is that the Anglo-Palestine Bank was founded and later renamed Bank Leumi, the quality newspaper for English speakers was The Palestine Post (later renamed The Jerusalem Post), the pre-1948 soccer team was jewish, the pre-1948 symphony orchestra was jewish, as was the Palestine Airways (founded 1934), which was based in Haifa and commenced flights from Lydda (Ben Gurion airport), but due to Arab unrest, was moved to an airport in Tel Aviv, taking 6,800 passengers in 1938 to destinations like Haifa and Beirut.

The Palestine Symphony Orchestra was founded in 1936, well before the establishment of the modern state of Israel

Then of course, you had the Israeli soccer teams which played national & international matches in the 1930s and 1940s. The teams names were "Maccabi Tel Aviv", "Maccabi Petah Tikva" & "Maccabi Haifa." The Palestine team (all Jews) played throughout the world, including Australia. The team famously played Lebanon in April 1940, in Maccabiah Stadium (Tel Aviv), beating the Phoenicians 5 to 1, with 10,000 in attendance.