#sahale

[mucdj]

(Mula)

[blastkat]

This is a fun, complimentary road trip kit from Mobil 1. I purchase Sahale Snacks. They're a family favorite. My grandchildren love the matchbox cars. Although don't play Uno, my children do. I've added it to our collection of games. The best surprise is the mini cooler. It's remarkably convenient. It's small enough to carry around. Yet it's large enough to keep small frozen or refrigerated items cool. My family takes a lot of random road trips. I re-purposed the box to keep our portable snack stash safe.

@mobil1

[teplejtrouba]

když jste poly, tupí jak necky a neumíte plavat

[fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak]

Nothing in this trip went to plan, but we made it to the top regardless. This is just so beautiful ❤️

[fantrollology]

what about those brands that do shit like birthday cake frosting covered cashes or super mega ccandy coated or some shit

or do you like a plain ass out the shell cashew

“I like a seasoned cashew. Can’t say I’ve tried ‘birthday cake’ flavor though.”

[intercomkris]

for the girls who get it, get it. and the girls who don't, don't.

[i8seattle]

Sahale Arm and Sahale Camp, North Cascades

The North Cascades are located in the northwestern part of Washington State, along the border with Canada. Sahale Camp is the highest (7,600 ft.) official camp site in the North Cascades National Park. The route follows the Cascade River and ascends to Cascade Pass, then swings onto Sahale Arm, a giant curving slope carpeted in grasses and wildflowers. The overall elevation gain is 4,000…

[es-oh-bfo-em]

[expressions-of-nature]

Sahale Arm, North Cascades National Park by Brian Haagen

[phanta-friends]

miso, succession, darning socks, minecraft

[rxtualistic]

"The only time I will enjoy with you is when I drive a stake through your chest," she spat, lips pursed into a thin line, purposefully ignoring all the previous jabs. It didn't matter how much she tried to cover it with threats and insults. Theirs was a game few could play. And last night had provided Satya with an advantage Naya wouldn't be able to regain again. She had given her rival the upper hand. Willingly. Like the idiot, she prided herself in not being. Stupid, stupid girl. There were certain perks to being the bad guy, amongst them, not being submitted to judgment shone bright. Who would be surprised, repulsed, disappointed… that Satya slept with the enemy? That she played with her food, sort to say, a bit? No one. But for Naya… her whole moral system was about to be questioned. Her qualifications for the job. Even her worth as a person. Her father would have been so disappointed. "Looking forward to attending your funeral. If leeches have those." // @missmvrder

Pride was something the vampire understood well and it was impossible not to see how much Naya had been affected by their night together. It made it all more sweet to Satya. "You had a lot of opportunities last night," she casually said. "Careful or people will think you talk more than you act." Satya would not run her mouth on what happened between them, but that, the hunter didn't know. It wouldn't hurt to have her think otherwise. "I wonder what others would say if they knew what your threat really mean." Hate and love were close, often dancing together, and in this case, it was hate that fuelled them. "Can't wait for you to enjoy your time with me again Naya." // @wutheringdevotion

[the-salty-avocado]

On the go POTS snacks

Eating 6 small meals a day means some of those meals might have to be on the go. So here are some travel snack options to try!

Travel olives - There are a lot of travel olive products made by different companies. There’s black olives or green so you can switch it up! I can get them at Safeway but they also at Amazon and sometimes Trader Joe’s.

Seaweed chips - Seaweed is really salty but barely any calories so eat something else with it. It does not count as one of the six meals.

Jerky - Jerky is a great source of protein and salt. There’s lots of kinds and flavors to choose from. You can even get fish jerky!

Salted nuts - Nuts are full of protein and when salted are a good option. Now a days you can get all sorts of flavors! I like the Thai cashew by Sahale Snacks.

String cheese - String cheese is high in protein and salt. Plus it’s easy to stick in a bag or purse.

Edamame - I found these salted edamame snack packs on amazon! Edamame has a lot of protein and salt naturally. Then they salt them so they are even more salty!

Travel pickles - There are some companies that sell travel containers of pickles. Pickles are super salty but have no protein so pair it with something else with protein. You can wrapped them in deli meat.

Another tip is to check out your local Asian grocery store. They have a lot of high protein low carb snacks, for example dried squid snacks!

So go out and stay safe and stay salty!🧂

[fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak]

Sahale Glacier (via Cascade Pass)

This is one of the top 3 rated hikes in Washington State, and some say it's actually #1. I haven't hiked all the mountains so I guess I can't say, but it was the most gorgeous place I have ever hiked. Nothing went as planned. Permits weren't available for the glacier camp so we decided to day hike the entire thing. . .

14 miles (there and back) and almost 5,000 ft elevation gain. Some spots were well over 1K ft elevation gain in less than a mile. It was, by far, the most difficult hike I've finished according to stats, but I felt good. My back was definitely done, but I felt like my body handled it very well.

I had a list of animals I wanted to see along the way and I saw most of them! The goats were amazing! The marmots are so interesting to watch. My hiking friend was at the front of us and he saw a baby black bear cub scurry off into the grass, but I missed it. (That would've completed my list!)

Trips like this always remind me how ridiculous all of our problems truly are. You only objective is to finish and survive, really. To enjoy the things around you and really be living in the moment. The mountains are SO big and beautiful and, just, amazing. I do wish I would've taken a few more pictures, but honestly, I was really trying to be fully engaged in the experience.

[leftistfeminista]

A response from a reader to this post-

A Story from the former fighters of the PFLOAG. Popular Front for the Liberation of the Occupied Arabian Gulf

At first, it took a lot of convincing on my part to get them to open up about their experiences, mainly because I assume the government kept harassing the members even after the revolutionary efforts ended in '75. I think many of them thought I was just another undercover agent questioning them, but I managed to convince them it was just out of interest.

They mentioned a name that is quite ubiquitous in the southern province of Dhofar: Tafool Sahal. Tafool Sahal was one of the fighters, and I believe she was the first woman to be martyred in the entire revolution. She was a member of the Women's Detachment and had the duty of guarding the brigade's camp and the schools of the Front all the way to the west, near the border. The detachment was ambushed and came under heavy fire and aerial bombings in an area called Hauf. Tafool Sahal held her position in the battle and did her best to fight off the imperialist forces for hours on end. Despite orders from high-ranking officials of the Front to retreat, she kept her post and defended the detachment and the refugees of the camp until she was shot and injured and had to change position. She was eventually killed in a valley.

She kept the imperialist forces busy and gave another detachment the opportunity to move approximately 400 people—comprised of injured fighters, children, civilians, and students of the revolution—to a safer area. The story says the Women's Detachment went on a search mission to look for her, and they found her body in the valley, still carrying her rifle. They dug a grave next to where she died and buried her there. Tafool Sahal's burial site is still visited to this day by many people. The other names the fighters mentioned were Fatma Mas'ood, Muna Salem, Fatma Ghannana, Noor Awadh, and many others that I unfortunately cannot remember right now and whose stories I do not know.

[drivinmeinsane]

So I can't stop thinking about when I bought my minx coat Ken and these where the frequently bought together items.

I'm left imagining a Ken left out on a dog tie only being thrown very expensive Pecans as sustenance. It's haunting me and I think someone should write it as a way to exorcise this demon from my mind (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

I now require all requests to be as delightedly weird as this one. Thank you for sending this in and making me get it done. I had a blast writing this. <3

{ masterlist } ※ { ao3 }

※ Summary: He’s got no money. He’s got no car. He’s got no house. He’s got artisanal pecans.

※ Rating: G for generally upsetting all audiences

※ Word count: 853

The screen door creaks obnoxiously as you shove it open and step down onto your back porch. You barely have the time to let it shut behind you before a blond man comes barreling towards you on all fours. Ken all but tackles you in his excitement.

“Easy, Ken, easy,” you admonish.

He settles at your feet, chastised, faux mink coat spilling around him. His glittery blue collar is in sharp contrast to the gray fur. His tag jingles against the clip at the end of his tether. It’s a necessary precaution to keep him from wandering too far. Despite all his protests otherwise, you know he would be liable to set out on a three hour walk to some unknown location and take another three hours to return only with some misguided ideals in his head.

You run a gentle hand through his hair. He leans up into your touch, clearly enjoying the sensation of your nails against his scalp. He would gladly be petted all day if possible.

“I brought you something,” you say with a smile.

You give the bag of expensive pecans that you’re holding in your hand a shake, drawing the blond’s attention to it. After careful research, making sure to do a deep dive on each company, you were sure you had found the best pecans to give your hungry boy as a treat. He was so fond of dried fruit and glazed nuts that you would be shocked if he didn’t like the Sahale Snacks® pecans in the ‘Valdosta’ variety.

Ken puts his hands on your legs, forgetting himself in his delight. He’s almost panting in his eagerness for the treat in your grasp. You can’t allow bad behavior so you step back, dislodging his hold. “Off, Ken. You know better.”

He immediately pulls his hands away. He rests them against the outdoor rug, digging his fingers into short fibers in the effort to contain himself. A wide smile spreads across his face when you praise him for obeying. He loves nothing more than to make you happy. He can’t help the wiggle his body does in excitement as you open the bag and stick your hand in to grab a small handful of the mix. The crinkling noise has his rapt attention. The glaze is sticky on your fingers.

You withdraw your hand and offer him his good boy treat. He props himself on his knees and makes eye contact, he waits patiently for your permission. You give him an encouraging nod. He presses his mouth into your cupped hand and eats the pecans. His lips are soft against your palm and there’s a whiskery hint of his stubble. You feel the wet brush of his tongue as he seeks out every crumb.

He pulls back, a thoughtful look in his usually vacant, blue eyes. “Is it me or do these pecans just get dreamier and dreamier?” he asks, his tone a little congested with emotion.

“That’s because they’re Sahale Snacks® pecans. They’re a nicer brand than you’ve been getting.”

He looks stunned that you upgraded him from the Great Value™ Dried Cranberries & Candied Pecans to this new brand. From a salad topper to an actual glazed nut mix? It’s like you had just given him the world, like you respected him in a way that was beyond ordinary®.

You offer him another small handful and he all but lunges for them. The kneeling man finds a cranberry amongst the nuts and lets out a pleased groan. He vacuums up every morsel. You giggle a little at the way his eager snuffling against your skin tickles. He looks at the bag in your other hand and his eyes inexplicably start to well up with tears. Before you can reach out to give him a soothing pet, he bursts into hysterical sobs.

"Don't look at me!" He's crying. He's actually crying over the pecans.

"That good, huh?" You ask gently.

He nods, sniffling pathetically as he swallows. “They’re sublime.”

You take a seat on the patio and set the bag aside. You give your leg a coaxing pat and suddenly, Ken’s on your lap like an overzealous dog. You take it in stride.

“You’re a good boy, Ken.”

He whines at the praise. You follow up your approval with a scritch under his jaw. He squirms delightedly, almost getting tangled in his tether. He rolls over for a belly scratch and you oblige him. You almost think his foot is going to start kicking, he’s that into it. You let him lay across your legs for a while, letting him enjoy the aftertaste of the glazed mix and your affectionate petting. All things must come to and end though, and before long you’re encouraging the man off of you. He scrambles to his hands and knees and gives you a betrayed look that’s not eased by a smoothed over his head. His coat is slipping down, revealing a bare shoulder. You grasp the material and straighten it before getting ready to go back in the house.

“I’ll see you later. Be good. I know you pecan.”

[suzetteshea]

Solarium.

Susan Sahall, (American, 1938 - 2012)