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𝔸𝕝𝕞ô𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕥. 𝕕𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕛𝕒
5 porções de 36 kcal ou
10 porções de 18 kcal cada
▷ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛᴇs:
50g de Proteína Texturizada De Soja crua
5g de Farinha de Aveia (Apti)
Óleo/Azeite para refogar
Cebola e/ou Alho picado a gosto
Sal e Temperos a gosto
± 50ml de água (ocasional)
▷ᴍᴏᴅᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴏ:
1. Comece hidratando sua proteína de Soja:
2. Agora, tempere sua proteína com temperos de sua preferência e deixe descansar um pouco para pegar o tempero.
[Costumo usar sal, páprica defumada, pimenta do reino, coentro em pó, tempero bahiano.]
3. Numa panela coloque o óleo/azeite e refogue a cebola e/ou o alho da quantidade que você achar melhor.
[Eu particularmente usei ½ cebola e 2 dentes de alho]
4. Após refogar a cebola e o alho coloque a proteína de soja hidratada e já temperada. Aqui você vai rechear na cebola e alho a gosto.
[Se não quiser, não precisa, mas cebola e alho dourado, pra mim, tem um sabor divino !]
5. Após mexer bem, se você refogou a cebola a proteína estará levemente úmida pela água da cebola, então já pode reservar.
Caso não tenha refogado ou simplesmente não está levemente úmida, então adicione a água e deixe cozinhar no fogo baixo/médio apenas pra proteína absorver o tempero e ficar levemente úmida.
6. Um tempo depois a água vai secar e você já pode desligar o fogo e adicionar a farinha de aveia. Misture bem, transfira pra um recipiente melhor, tipo uma vasilha e deixe esfriar pra ficar melhor pra moldar.
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▷ Após esfriar você pode moldar em 5 almôndegas grandes ou 10 pequeninas. As grandes terão 36 kcal e 5,1g de proteína e as pequenas 18 kcal e 2,6g.
▷ Se estiver com dificuldade para moldar por ficar "desmanchando", isso é por ter muitos pedacinhos grandes de soja, é NORMAL!! Então você pode pulsar no liquidificador ou bater no processador ela já temperada mesmo. Ela fica fininha e ótima para moldar e assim você pode fazer hambúrgueres, porque só com a soja triturada é possível.
▷ Para consumir, basta você assar na Airfryer ou forno, até 10 min a 180°-200°, ou até você ver que está bom.
E está pronto suas almôndegas, bom apetite! :)
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▶ O restante que você não consumir pode pôr em um recipiente e congelar.
▶ Você pode fazer o dobro da receita (100g de proteína de soja e 10g de aveia), fazer 20 almôndegas, reservar em um recipiente e congelar. Quando quiser consumir é só assar e não tem validade quando congelada!
#lucca das receitinhas#receitas#Proteína Texturizada de Soja#PTS#ana maria braga do ed#receitinhas do lucca
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this is slowly evolving into a bio over time wtf
Askbox is now open! Feel free to send me asks and stuff! I’ll answer them when I can! Asktag for search reasons currently pending lol
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#refogs - reblogs
#words from the mist - text posts, sometimes attached to a reblog
#hazy replies - replies to asks in my inbox
btw if any of y'all wanna add me on Limbus my ID is J517231324
#I take requests for units/EGO to uptie and level#usually during events I'll set up bonuses for those who don't have the EGO/ids#but also. I know some ppl are just missing units for their story teams. and I'm willing to help with those too!#words from the mist
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Best Free Keylogger Software For Windows
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Amazonas: família de vítima de covid deverá ser indenizada em R$ 1,4 milhão
A Justiça Federal no Amazonas decidiu que os familiares de uma mulher que morreu durante a pandemia de covid-19 devem ser indenizados em R$ 1,4 milhão. O pagamento da quantia deverá ser dividido entre os governos federal e estadual, além da prefeitura de Manaus, em função da falta de oxigênio na cidade, em 2021. Cabe recurso contra a decisão. Leoneth Cavalcante de Santiago foi internada em janeiro de 2021 com sintomas críticos de covid. Em seguida, o quadro evoluiu para desconforto respiratório e ela precisaria ser internada em uma UTI, mas não havia vagas disponíveis. Sem oxigênio e sem vaga na UTI, Leoneth faleceu no dia 15 de janeiro. A família chegou a obter uma liminar da Justiça para garantir o tratamento intensivo, mas a decisão não chegou a ser cumprida em função do falecimento. Na ação, os familiares de Leoneth alegaram que a morte ocorreu durante o colapso no fornecimento de oxigênio para o Amazonas, fato que também ocasionou diversos falecimentos de pacientes no estado. Eles também afirmaram que é obrigação dos governos garantirem os serviços essenciais para a assistência à saúde. Diante dos fatos, os familiares solicitaram o pagamento de indenização e a responsabilização dos governos federal, estadual e municipal pela morte. Ao julgar o caso, a juíza Jaiza Maria Fraxe afirmou que houve omissão dos governos em abastecer adequadamente as unidades de saúde com oxigênio e garantir leitos de UTI e determinou o pagamento de R$ 1,4 milhão de indenização. "O desespero, a dor, a tristeza e a revolta experimentados pelo marido e pelos filhos ao saberem que sua esposa e mãe perdeu a vida asfixiada por falta de oxigênio e sem receber o atendimento necessário para salvar sua vida é evidente e refoge ao simples dissabor do dia a dia", escreveu a juíza. Read the full article
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kind of ominous outside. refog
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@wuthering-tempest
Disaster of a secret santa 🎄
(Merry Christmas!! ❤️)
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the sunrise is so yellow today that i feel sad about going to sleep. like forreal this is a cliché but the sunrise is like one of the most beautiful things in nature for me always. amongst for and the way mountains and hills cut through the clouds, or when you're in an airplane and see the clouds below you like if you were in another world, the sunrise is just... always beautiful no matter what.
that seem so obvious yet i don't think about it as much as I should tbh
#naturecore#goblincore#crowcore#dirtcore#clouds#nature#sunrise#witchcore#cottagecore#possumcore#3am posting#fog#fogcore#fogposting#refog#refogging#mundane wonders
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Rough Stuff. Father’s day. The usual
Father’s day is kinda rough for me. MY dad and I have a relationship that i don’t even think he realizes. For my entrie life, even now, my dad has been almost completely emotionally absent from my life, barely speaking to me. I mean he was there, he helped fix my car, i think maybe I learned something from him? I dunno. Mom was physically abusive for a while, is still kinda emotionally abusive, but was way worse when i was a kid.
But my dad saved my life and I don’t even think he realizes it, and I really don’t think I could ever bring it up. When I was in college, i was going to hang myself. I had a really bad emotional breakdown, i wasn’t going to classes and my mom called, yelling at me, accusing me of being on drugs (why else would I be crying so much if I wasn’t “high on meth or something”) and I couldn’t take it anymore. If my own mother couldn’t offer some words of comfort, then there wasn’t much point in carrying on.
then dad called
mom basically told him to tell me off, since that’s the only time he ever spoke to me, was to make me listen when I wouldn’t listen to mom. so i expected him to hammer in the final nail in coffin.
Except he didnt, rope still around my neck, still crying, he called me and said essentially “your mom doesn’t understand how rough college can be. it was rough for me, i can only imagine how terrible it is for you, all the hoops kids these days have to jump through”
and literally that was it. I stood there. dumbfounded that my dad, who barely spoke to me out of anything other than anger, would have kind words for me. Empathetic words even. I don’t know how long i stood there after the call ended, I don’t even remember taking off the noose, all i remember is just feeling so emotionally drained by it all.
I still feel that rope around my neck sometimes, it was wet from me crying so much. My mom almost killed me, but my dad saved my life. But after years of emotional neglect, and only really being spoken to when mom couldn’t get me to listen to her, i still don’t know how to feel about him.
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@wuthering-tempest
MERRY CHRISTMAS WOO HOOOO
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I just read the Skyward Sword manga and oH goddesses theres a lot to unpack here.
First of all the story was great! It was amazing.
Secondly, I know since the manga was only 33pgs long, I thought there wouldn't be a lot of ship content for Hylink, but DAM we still got some.
Ok so this is what I gathered and here's the summary: Link was imprisoned for 4 yrs under the pretenses that he was framed for a crime. The person who sentenced him was killed by the Demon King and the people now needed a hero. I believe he still felt a bit resentful towards the people for falsely accusing him, imprisoning him for 4 yrs, and obviously now just wanting to let him go just cause he was their best warrior. But he let that go aside because he loved the land and people and was still willing to fight. Anyway. Hylia comes down with her Crimson Loftwing who is looking for someone worthy to ride. He deems them unfit because they are all cowards (the soldiers attacked them thinking they were demons), but Link comes in saying that not all of them are cowards. Hylia then notices him and gives him a proposition: take revenge on the land that imprisoned you or save it. He decides to save it and Hylia grants him the Master Sword and tells him it must be refoged in human hands in order for it to send the land into the sky. After its reforged, they go into battle against the Demon King for 7 days and nights. Link is confronted by the Demon King and is struck down, but is saved by the Crimson Loftwing and rides to send the people into the sky. After the people are sent, he stays behind and slowly dies (Also he and the Loftwing become bonded). Hylia in the meantime is sealing the Demon King away and told him that the triforce is safe under her peoples care (she originally had them), she then finds Link and tells him that she sorry that he had to go through all of this pain in sorrow, but that it was needed in order for him to be fit to wield the Master Sword and that she and I quote "felt [his] pain like a knife through [her] body"
*deep inhale* *screams*
Anyway, she then says that she will make sure his gentle spirit will live on eternally and then sheds her divinity to be with him.(she also mentions that everytime the land of Hylia is in danger they will be reborn)
So yeah.......*exhales* theres A LOT to unpack but honestly I love it.
But mainly I want to talk about Hylink(of course I do). Now I know there wasn't a lot to work with and the story focused more on Link's perspective and the while how the battle went, but I'll focus on the ending part were Hylia is talking to Link after he died. Now, when she arrived to find him she immediately went to hold him and cried out his name, and after realizing he was dead began to cry. Like *screams* ok. Also when she said that his pained caused her pain as well, like ok I know she cares and loves her people a lot but, that line to me makes it seem to me that it could be more than just that, as well as the other line she says as she's shedding her divinity " I shall shed my divinity the next time we meet, I wish to stand before you as a simple human" like WHAT?!. She wishes to stand before him as a human. Like dude, if this doesn't say devotion I dont know what does. She admired his love for her land and people, even after they wronged him, his pain felt like a stab through her chest (not pleasant I tell you, it feels horrendous), and she feet so guilty for making him go through so much sorrow and pain just because it was willed by the heavens (which if you think about it, would a god even feel any remorse for that? I mean it was willed a.k.a an order). But yeah, I can tell you Hylia definitely, kost likely had feeling for him.
As for Link, well, we didnt see mich of what he felt towards her since 1. The story focuses on his accomplishments and it was a short story too. 2. He was probably more focused on his role than anything else. But I do HC a bit that during the week of the battle they might have interacted a bit since he is her chosen hero and he might want to ask why me?
#hylink#bit yeah#whoo man that was alot#i know i focused solely on Hylink but thats what my mind was going through at the time
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Do you think Axel would love it if you wore glasses while getting dirty? Like how would he react to your glasses fogging up? 🤪💘
As a hooman with glasses and an unhealthy love for axel, let me tell you exactly how this good would be if your glasses fogged up;
Not only would he fucking love it, think it’s the cutest thing that you can ‘do that’ (which you constantly have to explain to him that you don’t do anything but bounce on his dick), but the man would laugh.
And I’m not talking about little scoffs or chuckles like he usually laughs; I’m talking mid thrust, he looks down at you and snorts, giggling like a child because he can’t see you, in turn making you laugh because ‘it’s not funny, Axel I can’t see!’
‘That’s why it’s so funny!’
The first time it happens, he’s probably hitting it from behind, teething sinking into your shoulder as his hot breath spans against your skin when-
“What the fuck?” He says quietly, stalling his hips. And your eyes flutter open, and everything’s foggy, but you turn to face him, “what’s wrong?”
And this bitch just snorts. Like, he snorts so loud he has to cover his mouth because he’s terrified that you’ll smack him. He snorts so loud that the pigs in farm country are confused. He snorts so loud that now there’s probably an earthquake on the other side of the earth.
And you’re just looking at him like “bitch what?” And as your body temperature regulates, the glasses sloooooowly start to defog, and mans lets out a full blow, hyena belly laugh, and you’re not sure why, but you feel his dick twitch inside of you and you’re not sure if you should continue with your glasses off orrrrrrr? So you reach up to remove your glasses, only for him to grab your wrist and move it from your face, diving into you to place a hungry, passionate kiss to your lips.
“As if you couldn’t get more fucking sexy,” he whispers, slowly restarting his hips, watching with a grin as your glasses refog up.
He thinks it’s incredibly cute, especially after you’ve walked outside after being in air conditioning or something, but during sex, he can’t help but laugh because he’s just such a goon and he’s not serious as it is and you’re just gonna throw that his way? Like come on man😫😂
#axels a goof and no one can tell me otherwise#this didnt answer your question and im sorry😂#axel cluney#axel cluney fluff#axel cluney smut#axel cluney x reader#axel cluney x reader smut#axel cluney x reader fluff#axel cluney imagine#axel cluney deadpool 2#axel cluney deadpool two#deadpool two imagine#deadpool two fluff#deadpool two smut#deadpool 2 fluff#deadpool 2 imagine#deadpool 2 smut
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The trans terrorbeast…
imagine being sancho and drinking the forget water and forgetting your trans and then going around telling everyone of the amazing wonderful vicious monster you fought who gave you such valiant scars
#it’s more than just an Abnormality it’s a friend#don quixote lcb#sancho lcb#canto 7 spoilers#limbus company lcb#refogs#words from the mist
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Warcraft 3 refoged
buahahah
https://www.reddit.com/r/starcraft/comments/exbbv2/warcraft_3_crowd_psychology_vs_vanity/
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HISTORY OF THE EARLY UNMAN
Where did man come from? This question has occupied the human sidethought for thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands of lazy deeryear. It is a question responsible for many of the world’s myths & religions. Yet those old answers, they are merely one primitive dog attempt after another for a conquest—just some old pelican’s idea of showing off his explanatory prowess. A mating game and a mushroom. Cast it all away, dancer! Today we spread out a veil. Today we will sacrifice a limb-cut Mt. Everest on the altar of the smiling science. So grab a woodchuck & squeeze!
A disclaimer—As with all prehistory histories, most of what follows is complete conjecture. But I assure you that I have studied all the bones. Each and every one. And through my hydromancy practice I have gained a secondary authentication. These dry words can be trusted, my friend, for I am no wet salamander. And I shall never flee at the approach of an uncomfortable truth. Yes, in the realm of Idea I am a sneering viking warrior, and irony is my excaliber. O foolish, foolish throats!
Our first Apetwin had an insect eye. An insect heart. Our first Apetwin had almost no concepts of his own. He was born without a cabalistic grocery cart, and his cavehome was completely bare. Except for his one friend, the red weasel, no one ever came to visit him. He tried taking walks around the plains, tried to do the old meet-and-greet, but all this caused was a raising of severe eyebrows. And those cruel, cruel Elephantkind! They would always frown at him, they would cover their offspring’s bulging red eyes whenever he passed. He seemed to cause severe allergic reactions. The termite kingdom even labelled him “a very dangerous individual”, and said he had no hamstrings. He’d only been alive for about a week, this little Unman, and yet the pinky aggregations of gossip had so quickly become established… He just couldn’t counter it all, he just couldn’t “put up”. Life on the savannah became disagreeable to him. His new word for life became “dead duck”. And so, on the second Tuesday of his life he crawled inside his dirty hidey hole and turned himself into a grey statue, never to dethaw. A sad ending for a sad meatball. But let’s not dwell! And hey—about 157,535 years later his grim statue-self was found by a traveling hippie death cult, and worshiped as their god. Yes, for a few sweet summers (Between ’70 and ’73) he got to play as King of all the Archons, and had the front row seat to endless sex magick shenanigans, often involving a tribe of lost circus gorilla. And not everybody can say that, eh?!
Our second Apetwin was a variant on the first. But this time around he was all horn, baby. All point & all angle. Yes, this time around nobody gave him any slippery shitstuff, because they were all far too afraid of him. They ditched the conspiratorial, and didn’t so much as pass a slither in his direction. In all their little booties, they quaked. At birth his apeface had been covered over with a strange metallic star. Yes, even while babyfresh, he shined. Vaguely organic was this facestar of his, and possibly sentient too. Somekindof parasitic somethingorother, a devious sucker of his fur. This star cursed like a non-aquatic sailor. (Not at all, in other words. This star was completely mute.) It also made it very difficult (impossible) for him to ever eat a tasty lunch. The most heroic action of this Ape’s life involved a fight with a deranged porcupine. This was on the third, maybe fourth day of his life, I think? Somekindof mating argument, if I am remembering correctly, something about access to a voluptuous porcupine female. He triumphed over the tricksy death quills, but died of starvation soon after. This is because he had no mouth with which to eat, as I mentioned previously. This is also why we of the english language call it STARvation. A tribute of sorts to this legendary apeboy hunk.
The third Apetwin (aka Charlie Ape), was a true ghostboy. He clouded himself regularly, because he was completely addicted to Phantom. Whenever his head spectrals reached a level low enough for a pupil return he sprayed again with the ReFog(™) . It was in this way that he avoided the nastiness of the sunlight, and the sad pretensions of the floral. His cosmic familiars? They often sprayed with ReFog(™) too. That sassy Sally Ape, that old old Momma Ape…A bunch of risky impatients they all were. Baby did not partake in any of this, however. Baby had a round plaster belly filled with flies. Baby was deafdumbblind. Baby knew not what he was, nor where he was. But as for that Charlie, Sally, & Momma, they all wanted a bigger, cloudier drift to exist inside themselves. They wanted something with a true extraterrestrial kick. And so (with a little misused Freudian analysis) they combined their three headselves, becoming one great winged headself. This newly-formed divine headself suctioned itself up, flying straight under moon’s surprised eyelid. It accidentally struck a hidden shadow vein there, and boom! All three apes were immediately transferred into a permanent apparitional state. A cautionary tale, folks.
Onward, then to the fourth Apetwin! This fellow started out small. No distinguishing personality features. No real fetishes or quirks to speak of. One thing that this fourth line of ape did enjoy was a good long swim. These apes loved the feeling of wet fur on warm grass. They loved to open their mouths underwater, to feel a cool aquatic massage along their weary gums. They would often smile very broadly after a dip, to show the tribe a set of sparking white river-cleaned teeth. And before any fuck, a quick dip was always expected. Just good form, you know? Hygienic. Unfortunately, in those prehistoric times there was just one large river, spiraling out from the core. The One had not yet diverged into the Many. This ancient river was 73 miles wide, and it teemed with sexually transmitted disease. Eventually this fourth ape line became consumed by the microscopic, their peaceful utopian society torn apart by a cornucopia of infection. One disease caused their ape genitalia to balloon with an effusion of strange red flesh bubbles, which when popped caused them very great pain. Another caused their blood veins to expand and spiral upwards, devouring their heads & disjoining their thoughts. And it all ended with a discharge which was musical. The less said about all that, the better.
Here I will end my account of the prehistoric Unmen. There are many more dead ends to cover, and I yet have forgotten them all. Loosey goosey, Loosey goosey. Depart my friends, and let not the mammalian tragedies of our past weary your present steps.
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