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Interesting National Symbols From Around the World

National symbols play an important role in a country’s global identity. Not only do they represent the ideals, tastes, or history of a nation, but they also create a sense of community for the population. Around the world, different emblems like animals, foods, drinks, dances, flowers, and trees are chosen as national symbols in an attempt to define the country as a whole.

Sometimes these symbols are decided upon by the sovereign state as a way to create a cultural sense of unity. Other times, a country’s symbol is chosen by default, and while it may not bear official status, it represents the nation nonetheless. Either way, the result is a wide variety of national emblems that range from surprising to mystical.

Unicorn (Scotland)

Visit Scotland and it’s likely you’ll notice an abundance of unicorns displayed throughout the country. This is because the mythical creature is Scotland's national animal. You can find unicorns depicted on castles, fountains, cathedrals, coins, and even tombs. According to Scottish legend, the unicorn is both pure and powerful, and almost impossible to tame. King William I chose the unicorn for the royal coat of arms in the 12th century, as did King James VI of Scotland in 1603, and it has been a national symbol ever since.

Tikka Masala (England)

A plate of fish and chips likely comes to mind when you think of traditional English fare, but the country’s favorite dish has roots on another continent. Tikka masala, a flavorful curry that most often features chicken, is equally beloved across the country. Purported to be “a true British national dish,” tikka masala was introduced to the nation by British citizens of Indian descent. The dish is a popular take-out item and considered to be the ultimate British comfort food.

Gumboot (South Africa)

All you need to perform South Africa’s gumboot dance is a sense of rhythm and a pair of Wellington boots. The national dance began as a form of communication between Black miners during apartheid — all of whom wore tall rubber boots in flooded working conditions. Verbal communication between workers was restricted, which prompted the miners to “speak” to each other by slapping and stomping their boots. These movements eventually transformed into the gumboot dance, which now serves as a visual representation of the nation’s oppressive history as well as its work towards reconciliation.

Oak Tree (United States)

The majestic bald eagle is widely known as a symbol of the U.S., but there is another national emblem that is just as stately — the oak tree. The mighty oak was voted the national tree of the U.S. by the Arbor Day Foundation in 2004. Selected over 21 other North American species such as maple, redwood, and pine, the oak was chosen because of the strength it represents, as well as its ability to grow from a tiny acorn into a powerful tree.

  Kumis (Mongolia)

Kumis, the national drink of Mongolia, is a fermented beverage enjoyed by many throughout the nation. Although the drink is traditionally brewed with the milk of a mare, kumis can also be made from cow’s milk. Known for its slightly acidic flavor, the dairy beverage becomes carbonated during the fermentation process. It also has a relatively low alcohol content, which can range from one to three percent, and is most often served chilled.

  Quadrille (Jamaica)

Originally a formal dance performed in court, the quadrille was first brought to Jamaica by Europeans. Over time, enslaved people adopted the quadrille for themselves, morphing the traditional dance into three new varieties: the contra, the ballroom, and the camp style. Of all three, the camp style is the most lively interpretation. This Afro-Jamaican version of the formal quadrille still employs partner dancing, but requires more rhythmic hip swings and footwork.

 Dodo Bird (Mauritius)

The dodo bird has been extinct for centuries, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be celebrated. Native to the island nation of Mauritius, this large bird vanished from Earth in the 17th century. Since it couldn’t fly and had little fear of humans, the pigeon-like creature was easily caught by Dutch sailors for dinner — a repeated event that eventually led to its demise. As the national symbol of Mauritius, the dodo bird is still celebrated in spirit, and its image is found in shops throughout the country.

 Palm Wine (Malaysia)

Palm wine, also called toddy, has long been a traditional drink of Malaysia, with roots dating back to 1886. Named for the tree from which it is procured, palm wine is extracted from the unopened flower of a budding palm fruit. After it’s tapped, the liquid sits for 48 hours so that it naturally ferments and becomes alcoholic. It can be consumed chilled or at room temperature and is often mixed with stout beer, fresh chilies, or onions.

 Guinea Pig (Peru)

Although the cute, furry creature is beloved as a pet elsewhere around the world, the guinea pig is actually considered to be a delicacy in Peru called cuy — and is most often found on a dinner plate. Served since Incan times, roasted guinea pig is a popular dish enjoyed throughout this South American country.

 Caesar Cocktail (Canada)

You won’t find a Bloody Mary on a menu in Canada. Instead, you’ll find a very similar substitute — the Caesar. Similar to a Bloody Mary, a Caesar cocktail contains vodka, tomato juice, hot sauce, and Worcestershire sauce. However, the addition of clamato juice, which is made from clams, is the secret ingredient that transforms it into the national drink of Canada. The drink is beloved by many and said to be a hangover cure. Canada even celebrates National Caesar Day annually in May.

Century Egg (China)

Although the process doesn’t take 100 years as the name implies, making century eggs is certainly time consuming. This Chinese egg dish has been around for centuries, ever since a farmer found a naturally preserved duck egg in the mud and decided to try it as a snack. Today, century eggs are soaked in a solution of clay, salt, and ash for weeks. The result is the national dish, a blackened egg with a jelly yolk that is eaten by itself or with the addition of pickled ginger.

 Palo de Mayo (Nicaragua)

Palo de Mayo is a vibrant, colorful tribute to the African goddess of fertility. The Afro-Caribbean dance is most often performed at the Palo de Mayo Festival, a four-week event that takes place in Bluefields, Nicaragua, throughout May. The high-tempo dance is often performed in brightly colored costumes to celebrate the vibrancy of the Caribbean culture, while also welcoming spring and the possibility of new life

  Spiral Aloe (Lesotho)

A tiny country located within the borders of South Africa, Lesotho is home to the Maluti Mountains, the only place in the world where spiral aloe grows. This rare plant thrives in thin, rocky soil and blooms pink and red flowers during spring and summer. Named for its mesmerizing spiral shape, this variety of aloe is endangered and therefore illegal to harvest, but beautiful to behold.

 Gallic Rooster (France)

National symbols play an important role in a country’s global identity. Not only do they represent the ideals, tastes, or history of a nation, but they also create a sense of community for the population. Around the world, different emblems like animals, foods, drinks, dances, flowers, and trees are chosen as national symbols in an attempt to define the country as a whole.

Sometimes these symbols are decided upon by the sovereign state as a way to create a cultural sense of unity. Other times, a country’s symbol is chosen by default, and while it may not bear official status, it represents the nation nonetheless. Either way, the result is a wide variety of national emblems that range from surprising to mystical.

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164 - The Faceless Old Woman (Live)

[applause]

Jeffrey Cranor: I’m really excited, we wrote this script recently coming up in this last performance for tonight. And I got real excited for writing it, cause we haven’t written like a, to do a live show full length in a new voice. And it was a lot of fun to do.

Joseph Fink: Yeah so tonight we are presenting the first Welcome to Night Vale show that is entirely from the point of view of someone who is not Cecil, this is the time when the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home gets to step out from her secret.. place in your home. [laughter] And tell you a little bit about herself.

Jeffrey: One of my favorite things about writing the Faceless Old Woman stuff is cause the way Joseph and I work is that we’ll write episodes or write parts of episodes and pass it to the other and that person will, sometimes have questions but oftentimes just maybe like add something to it. So a lot of times it’s either, when I get stuff back from Joseph and I dunno if he feels the same way getting stuff back form me, with the Faceless Old Woman script it was always either something really hilarious for something really upsetting. [laughter] And I really love that a lot.

Joseph: This is maybe the most upsetting thing we’ve ever written, I hope you guys enjoy it. [laughter]

Jeffrey: Have fun, good night! [applause]

Joseph: I guess we should start that show we talked about.

Jeffrey: Let’s do it. You guys, let’s welcome to the stage your friend and ours, Mara Wilson!

[applause] [long silence]

Mara Wilson: I am the Faceless Old Woman who secretly lives in your home. Hello. You don’t know me, but I know you. I know you very well. I’ve been going through your medicine cabinet. You take too much Advil. Do you realize how hard that is on your digestion? I know a couple gelcaps and a glass of water before bed can alleviate a morning hangover, but it also puts you in a bad mood, because you don’t get good sleep with all that extra stress you put on your guts. You know what’s a better hangover cure? Not drinking like it’s the last day of community college. I replaced your vodka with clear Windex, and your Advil with Ipecac. This won’t help your hangovers, but it certainly will be more entertaining for me. I don’t sleep, so I need better late night entertainment than Netflix. I’ve already watched every episode of “Money Heist” and “Criminal Man” and “Planet documentary”, I have to spice it up a little bit.

Which reminds me, sorry about the tarantula incident last week. And here I’m speaking specifically to you, Tony. Yes you, in the shirt. The one hoping I’m not talking about you. I’m not sorry you woke up with a tarantula covering your face, nor that it bit you, causing your eyelids to swell up like Kinder eggs filled with purulent discharge instead of toys. I am sorry that I forgot to turn the flash off of my camera, which alarmed both you and the spider, and I never got a good photo. I’ve been building up my portfolio for an art exhibit I call “Gross Things on a Sleeping Tony”. It’s going up June 1, exclusively in your living room.  I’ve already gotten “Open-mouthed Centipede Bouquet” framed. You’re gonna find this show absolutely terrific.  Wait no, not terrific, what’s the word? Terrifying.

Tony, you’re one of my favorites in Night Vale. I know you hate your direct marketing job selling high interest credit cards to twenty-somethings, but the benefits are great. You have health care, a 401k, and you get to take advantage of people less fortunate than you. Everything is its own reward. But I’ve read your poetry, you love poetry. To be fair, there isn’t a big job market for poets, but you need to explore what makes you happy. I tattooed one of my favorite lines of poetry on you last month. It’s by Mary Oliver. “Instructions for living a life. Close your eyes. Be scared. Good luck.” And then I drew a little butterfly next to the words. I’m not the best artists, though, so it kind of looks like a radish or a sarcoma. Doesn’t matter, you still haven’t noticed. It’s just right below your right shoulder blade, don’t try to find it now, it’s still healing and given that I used the metal rod from that fondue set in your closet as the needle, it’s possible it’s infected. Better to leave it alone.

Tony, look at me. Imagine where my eyes would be. You have a lot to work through. I’m here to help you, I really am. I’ll prove it by giving you some advice. If a venomous arthropod is on your face, don’t scream.

Anyway, it’s not you Tony who’s bothering me, it’s the new people. They are elderly, like me, and they just moved into a house in the center of Night Vale. Or maybe this is decades from now, time is a little hazy for me. I’ve never been in this house nor noticed it before they moved in. it’s a one bedroom and there are three of them. I thought polyamory, but they have three separate beds and they never speak to each other, rarely look at each other, and never leave the home. The first night I secretly lived in their home, I realized they never slept either. They brushed their teeth, put on pajamas and get into bed. But they all lie there, eyes open, through silent hours of darkness.

I tried whispering to them but got no response. Usually when I reveal myself in the dark, I get the thrill of witnessing horror dawn across a person’s distorted mouth and bulging eyes as they see my faceless face pressed up against their own. One of the best parts of visiting new residents. But not these three. For once, I’m the frightened one.

Speaking of frightening, did you get your taxes (-) [0:08:20] on time Alex? You, you’re Alex. You with the shoes. I had to file for an extension. I don’t owe any money because I have no income, but I’m over 200 years old, never got a social security number, have no permanent address and I wasn’t born in this country, it’s a lot of paperwork. And Alex, you know your Wi-Fi is terrible and I was having a hard time downloading the forms I needed, so I just wrote my name on some yellowish-black Boston lettuce you’ve left in the crisper for the last three weeks. But the leaves kept falling apart, I think more like melting. After about 20 minutes, I got frustrated and just made myself a salad. Also, I used the last of your parmesan cheese, but don’t worry, I replaced it with dried skin I’ve been collecting from your bed sheets. Don’t be grossed out, Alex. Same texture and nutritional value, you won’t know the difference. I got the idea from a Food Network’s “Beat Bobby Flay”, where this one winner tied up Bobby and ran a (micro-) [0:09:17] across his forehead to make a chimichurri sauce.

I love that show, but I’m a bigger fan of HGTV’s “House Hunters”, the desert dystopian version. That’s where I met you, Addie. Yes you, with the face. You were shopping for a new home here in Night Vale. You told the realtor - who was inside of a living deer, its belly horrifically distended and quivering with every one of the agent’s words and gesticulation – that you wanted three bedrooms, a back yard, and something close to an outdoor community space. The first home, the yard was not in good shape, lots of (- remains) [0:09:55] and the lawn was glowing, perhaps from underground radiation testing. It was well under your budget, but you would have had to spend your savings on fixing it up. Also, in the bathroom mirror you saw, crawling across the ceiling, a faceless old woman devouring what looked like a rat. You didn’t need to worry about a rat infestation, Addie. It was a chipmunk. The second home was a condo right in the heart of the arts district. You loved the design: a simple large black cube, no doors, no windows, no interior. A true closed floor plan, so popular these days. But you weren’t sure there was enough room for entertaining, or anything else at all. The house you selected was perfect. Three bedrooms, a Jacuzzi en suite, and a large patio backyard. Plus it was right in the middle of town next to a community dog park. Although you would be disappointed later to learn that your dog had been arrested for domestic espionage after peeing inside the park’s forbidden walls. I think you made the right choice, Addie, but I can’t help wondering every time I watch “House Hunters”, who is this person running away from? You left Queens to move to Night Vale. Queens is where your family lives, where your best friend lives, and your girlfriend of two years. Are you afraid of stasis, Addie? Of being loved, of commitment? You might be afraid of that pinkish ooze coming out of your ear, might wanna see an ENT about that. Or if not an ENT, an entomologist.

Speaking of putting woodboring beetles inside orifices, I tried a similar thing with the elderly room mates who recently moved to town, or will move to town many years from now, again time is strange to me. But these room mates are also so strange. When I went to put a beetle into one of their ears, I noticed a lot of scar tissue there, making the hole too small. In my haste, the beetle scurried away and I got kind of desperate and just made a bunch of spooky moans and hisses like this: [moans, hisses] but not one of the three responded to me. They continued their meaningless pantomime of sleeping, and in the morning they got up and each went quietly about their days. One of them made coffee, but did not drink it. They then went to the window and waved at their neighbor, Susan Willman, who was on her porch stretching before her morning run. Susan looked at the figure in the window next to her and froze. She stared in terror, then darted back into her home and locked the door. Susan has always been unfriendly. I ran her bed sheets through her office shredder as a reminder to be more open and loving toward the world.

The other two room mates climbed into the shower at the same time. I’m not one to get off on others’ sexual activities, I just thought I might see something new, something human here. But no, they stood side by side, cleaning their cold gravity-defeated bodies, not once looking at each other let alone speaking. A squelch and a squish and grey water falling around yellow toenails. They toweled off, but when they hung the towels up, those towels were completely dry.

I’m used to being the one who does inexplicable and disturbing things. Last year during the community players’ production of “Romeo and Juliet”, I decided it would be more fun if they used actual poison. But it was a last minute idea, so the only poison I could find was Borax. Which just gave the two kids playing the leads several unhappy hours in the bathroom on the night after the show ended, so I don’t know. I could have made a stronger directorial choice. But so could the actual director, I get that Shakespeare plays are long, but he cut out all the best parts like the train robbery, and also Tybalt winning his bowling league. Although I did appreciate that they left in Juliet’s famous line: “Good night, good night, your blood and guts and marrow, which worms shall eat inside your grave so narrow.” It’s a classic story. Kids these days just don’t try to fake their own deaths anymore.

Oh. And Morgan. Yes Morgan, I’m talking to you, you with the fingernail sand the teeth. I need to explain something to you. You tip 20 per cent. You can afford it, stop using it as a measure of how much you approve of the restaurant service. A 20 per cent tip is not  bonus, it’s a fee. Restaurant owners don’t pay their staffs, instead they make the diners pay their employees through this idiotic notion of capitalist meritocracy. I don’t care how bad the service, tip them. You have money, Morgan. I would also tell you to stop asking to speak to a manager every time your Long Island Ice Tea is a bit like, but I got out your tongue last month, so they wouldn’t understand you anymore anyway. Do you know what a cut human tongue tastes like, Morgan? Yes you do. You just don’t know that you do. Remember Applebee’s last week? You ordered soup. It was a beef base with  little onions and little perfectly sautéed flecks of your own tongue that you had used to lash out at a manager the last time you ate there. You could blame them for poorly expediting your orders, but really the onus is on you for going to Applebee’s. Which serves neither of the items its name promises. It’s false advertising. It’s like an egg cream soda, or Taco Bell.

Speaking of eating, the elderly room mates made lunch together, but not for each other. They were all in the kitchen at the same time making separate meals in silence. They sat around the dining room table together and ate. They carved and stabbed and pushed foods quickly into their mouths, but their eyes were empty. One of them began to spit out their food. No one seemed to care or notice. They all began to vomit, but not with muscular heaves of shoulders and necks, the vomit spurted out like water from a hand pump, their torsos and heads perfectly still. After each bodily rejection of food, they would start shoveling it back to their mouths, repeating the same process. Eventually one of them stood up and threw their plate into the kitchen window, glass bursting everywhere. That person leaned into the hole and began punching the jagged shards out with their clenched fists as blood poured out of their forearms and wrists. They screamed mournfully into the suburban street. Neighbors and passers-by passed only briefly, as if they had barely heard the sad howls spreading across the valley. Susan’s lemon tree next door died instantly and all the lemons fell with wet plops to the ground. The fruit pealed open and inside of each was a fleshy crimson pulp, like meat that has been ground for too long. The other two room mates kept eating and vomiting, not even noticing the shattered glass being subsumed by the growing pool of blood on the floor.

You know, I wasn’t always like this, faceless or old. Secretly living anywhere. Once I was born upon warm water. The smell I remember is sharp citrus and the peppery sting of grass. The salt funk of ocean. I was once a child. I grieved once. I smelled blood. Once I was a thief. I lived among thieves, I saw empires rise and fall, centuries cast themselves upon infinity as fruitlessly as waves upon cliffs. Once I was a recluse. I lived amongst bandits and farmers, I spoke a different language then. I’ve spoken many languages.

Once I was under the sea. That was a quiet time. I lived amongst the coral and dead-eyed fish. Once I was a wanderer. I’ve seen the (head) [0:18:14] waters of the Mississippi and I’ve seen the cobbled streets of Paris and I’ve seen the empty arches of Franchia. But I’ve never seen anything like those three room mates. Of all the things I've been – child, thief, recluse, wandered, faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home, I’ll tell you this: I’ve never been more scared.

Fear is in the unknowing and the mystery. Fear is seeing everything about an old woman except her face. Fear is the uncertainty of her secretly living in your home. Fear is not the spider you see on the wall. It’s the spider you no longer see on the wall when you look back again.

In the unnerving din of shattered glass and mournful howls of that house, I found the loose thread that unraveled this mystery. The room mate who screamed had no tongue. And one of the others had an ear swollen shut from a previous surgery. And the other had a red mark, like a radish or sarcoma adorned with poetry drawn upon their shoulder blade. I realized I knew these three strange room mates. They are you, Tony, the special tattoo I gave you. And they are you, Addie, with your oral scar tissue from the beetle I jammed in there. And you, Morgan, with your tongue removed and digested. The three of you do not exactly live together in that home, not at the same time. You are living three different lifetimes in that same space. You do not speak or respond, because you are dead. Each of you alone in that house together, or you will be, time is confusing for me. Decades from now after you die, your souls will be trapped in the house, because something in this world is unresolved for you. You know this, paranormal neuroscience is required for all high school freshmen. But what they don’t teach you is how to resolve it. I know how and when each one of you die. I wrote it down on the back pages of your journals. Iv’e done this for everybody, but nobody ever reads it, because while people always think they’ll write every day, after a few pages they fall off the wagon and never see the lsat pages of their journals. Except Jonathan Franzen. He didn’t seem bothered by what he read. But he did cross out all my adverbs and added some Oxford commas. In case you’re wondering how Jonathan Franzen dies, here’s the answer: he doesn’t.

I am the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home. You might find this ambiguous, after all the word “home” is singular. So whose home is it that I secretly live in? Listen, some things in this tangled world are simple. I live in your home, and your home, and your home, I live in all of your homes simultaneously. I am many. [echo] I am many. I am one. [echo] I am one. You all live such different lives, teeming, that’s what you are: teeming. And I am there watching you.

You, Tony, you dream of being a poet. Resolve the unresolved. The worst that can happen is crushing disappointment and public mockery, and eviction when you can’t pay your rent. Many more awful things after that, get to it!

And you, Addie, you fled your previous city to escape a murder charge. Strangely, you didn’t commit the murder you were charged with, but you have committed murder. Weird choice to go on “House Hunters” as a wanted fugitive, but maybe it was a good first step to healing your soul.

And you, Morgan. You have an idea that could save us all, an epic defining idea, one of the greats, but you don’t know which one. You have so many ideas. I can tell you this: most of them are not important. One of them is vitally important. Good luck. Also, tip 20 per cent.

And you, I forgot your name, you tweet too much. We all tweet too much, but that doesn’t let you off the hook. That’s why I ate your phone. You can thank me later. You can all thank me later. Because you all will be seeing me soon. I think that tonight is the night to let slip my secret. You’ll soon see me fumbling wet and gray from out of the bathroom mirror, or folded up strangely loose skin and mashed bones in the bottom drawer of your dresser. Or you will see me scuttle on your walls, the hair hanging down from my faceless face. Or you will look out your kitchen window and there will be someone standing in your driveway, and it will be me, and there will be no one in the driveway and instead, I will be next to you in the kitchen. Faceless and so very very old. Won’t that be nice?

I’m the Faceless Old Woman who secretly lives in your home. And your home. And your home. And every home. And I will be seeing you very, very soon.

[music, applause]

Today’s proverb: Never judge a book by its cover. Judge it by the title page instead.

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How to Get Rid of a Hangover

The hangover is one such awful feelings that one certainly doesn’t want when he/she wakes up in the morning after a wonderful partying at night. The fatigue, headache, nausea, irritability, and sensitivity to light make you wonder, “why did I ever overindulge?” and then you resolve to not let it happen again. But is there stopping the next time? Well, sometimes you are successful in holding the reigns but sometimes you just let go. Here comes the very unpleasant Hangover again.

What is the cure of hangover? There is only one, Moderation. But, there certainly are things that can help you feel better. Here are some wonderful yet very simple things you can do.

1. Consume sugar and drink plenty of water while you are drinking:

High lactic acid content formed after the consumption of alcohol makes the blood sugar levels fall in the body. Alcohol is also a diuretic which means it increases the frequency of urination and may cause dehydration. Low blood sugar level and dehydration contribute to the worsening of dehydration. Therefore, take enough sugar or sugary foods and drink a lot of water while you drink.

2.Preferring drinks low on cogeners:

Chemically, drink is ethanol but it also contains other toxic alcohols like methanol, acetone, and isopentenyl. They are known as cogeners. Studies have found a correlation between a high amount of congeners and hangover. So, prefer drinks like vodka and rum over whiskey.

3. Avoid alcohols on an empty stomach:

Excessive alcohol tends to cause inflammation in the lining of the digestive tract. Inflammation causes nausea, diarrhea, and stomachache. To prevent inflammation, avoid alcohol on empty stomach and couple your drinks with a fulfilling meal.

4.Having Foods that can help in hangover:

Bananas help balance the electrolytes, eggs help breakdown the toxic byproducts of alcohol, watermelon supplies water, oatmeal provides carbohydrates, oranges provide vitamin C, ginger helps in nausea, turmeric latte may help in scaling down inflammation. These foods can help moderate the unpleasant effects of a hangover.

Have a hearty breakfast in the morning to replenish your glucose, electrolytes and water stores and you will definitely be able to come over hangover fast enough.

5. Have a sound sleep

Sleep well through the night. Improper amount and quality of sleep worsen the symptoms of hangover. A 6–7 hours of uninterrupted sleep will definitely make you feel better the following day.

6. Take supplements that help in hangover:

Ayurvedic supplements are very helpful in alleviating the symptoms of hangover. Made up of herbs that are helpful in hangover, Rise-Up is an Ayurvedic formulation that helps to cope with hangover. Being a herbs based formula, it is safer and goes a long way in boosting resilience besides helping in hangover.

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A spread of Georgian food.

Let’s Toast!

Vendors at a cheese market.

Say Cheese

Walnuts are big in Georgia

A hearty stew.

Soup-er foods

Tklapi.

Go wild for the plums

Adjaran Khachapuri by the oven.

World-famous 

Classic Adjaran Khachapuri.

Lobiani.

Bean there

This Khinkali photo by Sean and Jen, the Venturists.

Heavenly Dumplings

Mtsvadi.

Shashlik time

Churchkhela for sale.

Georgian Snickers

A Kveri, one of the massive clay jars used to ferment wine underground. This photo by Sean and Jen, the Venturists

Time for Wine? Or is it Chacha Time?

Pkhali/Mkhali (minced vegetables and pureed walnuts).

Georgia, and perhaps neighboring Armenia and Azerbaijan as well. With the help of our local staff, you’ll eat at Georgia’s best restaurants and markets, while perhaps learning to cook some treats yourself.

The Venturists The BoHo Chica.

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walk of shame // hs

A/N: I honestly have no idea what this is and it’s been years since i’ve written anything about one direction but i saw a thing on a prompt list and i thought why not give it a go and it ended up being almost opposite of what i saw but oh well

Warnings: None, it’s basically a meet cute

Harry didn’t expect to have a hangover this massive.

He honestly didn’t expect to have a hangover at all. He hadn’t had too much to drink or at least he didn’t think he’d had enough to warrant a hangover this awful. It was Sunday and he was hungover, wearing the same clothes from last night, while walking down the streets of Los Angeles with a satisfied smirk on his lips. It wasn’t the best sex of his life, but it was pretty damn good. The girl was loud, but not obnoxiously so, and she was responsive. She voiced her opinion on what she liked and she took charge a little, rolling Harry over onto his back and straddling him. He had a good night out.

And his hangover almost ruined all of the fun he’d had. The sun was still slowly rising and there weren’t many people out, but he knew he could find something greasy to cure his hangover if he just kept walking. It didn’t take him long, the sidewalks void of people and the streets free of cars and people to stare him down. He was safe around this hour of the morning and by the time he had his hangover food ordered people would just be waking up, leaving him time to get home and crash.

“Hello,” He looked up at the big menu behind the cashier, the neon lights making his eyes hurt a little as he looked over the words.

“You’re going to want the number 8,” The girl chuckled, looking back at the board. “It’s sort of the most amazing cure for a hangover, personally tested.”

“S’that so?” He chuckled softly, reaching up to wipe his chin with a soft shrug. “Alright then, give me a number 8.”

“Coffee?” She asked, tapping her fingers against the screen in front of her. “Or would you like the smoothie we actually call the hangover cure?”

“Smoothie,” He nodded confidently pulling his wallet out.

“For here or to go?” She asked, smiling up at him.

“Here I think,” He pulled out his card, handing it over when she asked for it. Normally he would go home with his food and sit on his couch, but it was still empty in the diner and he wasn’t in any hurry to go back to his brand new empty house. “Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome,” She handed him his card and a receipt, pulling out a bright blue tray. “Give me ten minutes and your food will be up!”

“Thank you,” He mumbled again, looking around the small diner. It was mostly empty except for a boy around his age sitting all the way in the back with a girl leaning on his shoulder, half asleep and hair disheveled. It made him smile to see that they were suffering their hangovers together. It was sweet.

“You can sit anywhere you like,” The girl said, holding out a cardboard cup with a straw.

“Um,” He took his drink, clearing his throat. “It seems a bit boring and sad to sit here by myself and eat my hangover food, doesn’t it?”

“Walk of shame is never fun,” She chuckled. “If you want I can make it a to go order?”

“No,” He shook his head. “I don’t normally get the chance to sit in a restaurant and eat, might as well enjoy it.”

“If you get to bored I’ll be up here, being just as bored as you are,” She chuckled. “You’re the first customer in three hours.”

“What about those two all cuddled up in the corner?” He asked, brows furrowed as he sipped at his smoothie.

“Came in around three and fell right asleep,” She put her hands on her hips. “I figured I’d let them get some rest, they weren’t too happy with whatever party they’d left.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Harry mumbled, looking over the girl behind the counter, her hair a mess and her makeup oddly perfect, clashing with the pale pink dress she was wearing. “You look a bit like Monica from friends at her first job but without the boobs and roller skates.”

“Gotta wear the skates when I’m waitressing,” She chuckled, shaking her head. “But they’ve stuck me back here because I’m far too clumsy to skate and carry hot food.”

“Bet you weren’t that bad at it.”

“Went to the emergency room four times my first two months.” Harry blinked at her, a small chuckle leaving his lips as her cheeks grew warm.

“Sounds a bit like myself,” He shook his head.

“Clumsy?” She asked, turning around to look back into the kitchen. “Your food should be done, I’ll just go check.”

Harry nodded as she jogged back to the kitchen, moving things around and mumbling softly to herself as she shook her hand. He tilted his head to the side when she came back with the bright blue tray, his food sitting on it and her lips in a frown. “What happened?”

“Burnt my hand,” She grumbled, handing his tray over. “See, I’m a hazard.”

“Is it bad?” Harry peeked towards her hand as he set his smoothie on the tray.

“Nothing a little ointment can’t fix,” She waved her hand. “Go and enjoy your breakfast, I’ve been talking your ear off haven’t I?”

“I appreciate it,” He smiled. “When was the last time you sat down?”

“On the bus that drove me here last night.

“Well come and sit with me then!” Harry tilted his head towards the booths. “That way I won’t look so sad and boring.”

“I couldn’t do that,” She shook her head. “I’d get in trouble. Besides, I’ve got to get back to studying for this math test I have later.”

“You’re in school?” Harry’s brows furrowed, his hands still holding the tray.

“Sophomore in college,” She nodded.

“That’s interesting,” He set his tray down, picking up one of the chips covered in salt before popping it in his mouth, chewing. “And you work here at night?”

“Most nights, yeah,” She nodded. “I work at night and do school during the day.”

“Do you sleep?” She laughed at that and it made Harry’s heart flutter seeing her eyes light up the way that they did, her lips forming a beautiful smile.

“I go home in about an hour and I sleep until noon and then I do my afternoon classes and go home and sleep and then I’m back here at about eleven.”

“You’re busy!” Harry nibbled on some more chips. “Now I’m talking your ear off, sorry love.”

“It’s okay,” She shook her head. “You’re the first person I’ve talked to, you’ve set the tone of my day.”

“I hope I made it a good tone at least,” Harry chuckled.

“You did.”

Harry watched as she smiled, looking down for a second before she looked back up at him, her cheeks slightly pink. He smiled even harder knowing that he had made her blush that way. He lifted his tray up, smiling wide enough to make her cheeks go from pink to red. “I’ll just be over here having my hangover cure, feel free to join me if you’d like.”

“Yeah,” She nodded, clearly flustered as he sat down. “Yeah, I’ll um-yeah.”

Harry felt a little better.

//

You were baffled by the fact Harry Styles was currently hungover and sitting in your favorite booth, eating the breakfast that you had made him while he looked out the window, watching as the sun started to rise slowly. Out of all of the places in Los Angeles he could have walked into, he walked into the place where you worked. It was a 24 hour diner and you worked there throughout your freshman year before being offered the same position again. It wasn’t the most glamorous job but it fit your schedule perfectly and you were happy with the people you worked with for the most part.

But as you tried to stay focused on your math textbook, you kept getting distracted by the beautiful boy in the booth just across from the counter, and you couldn’t help but think you had the best job in the world. You knew he could see you glancing up at him, but you weren’t embarrassed. It meant he was glancing at you too. It took him far too long to eat his food, slowly munching while he looked down at his phone screen. But by the time your coworker showed up, ready to take your shift, he was magically done with his food. You were putting your books in your bag when he came back up to the counter, talking softly to your coworker.

“I’d like a…” You looked up at Harry, smiling softly as he looked over the menu before glancing down at you. “What would you get?”

“At this very moment?” You hummed, looking over the menu. “Probably the egg white bagel thin with a side of fruit and yogurt and a tropical green juice, it’s my favorite breakfast.”

“Okay, I’ll have one of those,” Harry nodded. “And a chocolate peanut butter banana bonanza- wow that is a mouthful.”

“You just ate,” You chuckled, pulling your bag on your shoulders.

“You calling me fat?” Harry lifted a brow, smirking at you softly as you walked around the counter, leaning your hip against it as he spoke. “For your information, it’s not fo’ me.”

“Oh,” You smirked, shaking your head.

“It’s for you,” He smiled, flashing his teeth. “Chocolate peanut butter banana bonanza is for me though, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“You don’t have to-“ You stood up straight, looking towards your coworker who was smiling down at the screen, Harry’s card already in her hand.

“Already done,” He said, taking his card back. “Now that you’re not working would you like to sit down and rest for a bit?”

“I have to get back to my apartment and get some sleep,” You said softly.

“At least sit while you wait for your breakfast,” He suggested softly. “Talk for a bit?”

“Sure.”

You followed him to the booth, still confused by his presence and now by his kind gesture. He’d bought you your favorite breakfast off the menu, something you hardly even got the chance to order because you were always too busy and most of your money went towards paying off your school debt. But life was short and this was a once in a lifetime experience. You had to remind yourself that sometimes you had to stop to smell the roses. Harry smiled when you sat down, resting his hands on the cheap vinyl table top, his fingers linked together.

“So you’re a sophomore?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the second year right?” He asked, brows furrowed.

“Yes,” You nodded. “But I’m not in college like you would have went to college, I’m in university I guess.”

“Yeah, I think that’s about the same,” Harry nodded as you rested your hands in your lap. “What do you study?”

“I’m taking a lot of business classes with a few creative things tossed in,” You shrugged. “I haven’t really picked a major yet.”

“Do you know what you want to do?”

“I would like to work in fashion, maybe write for a magazine or maybe even work for a clothing line doing their graphic design,” You smiled. “It’s just one of my endless dreams.”

“I think that’s a good dream to have,” Harry smiled. “You seem happy when you talk about it.”

“It’s funny because I despised wearing anything but jeans and t-shirts as a child, I was awful about clothing and somehow I grew to love it,” You mumbled as your coworker sat a takeout bag in front of you and Harry’s milkshake in front of him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She smiled. “Now go home and get some sleep and good luck on your test today!”

“Thank you,” You smiled, moving out of the booth. “Have a good shift!”

You and Harry walked out of the diner together, the sun up in the sky and a few cars out and about. There were a few joggers on the sidewalks and people walking sluggishly, clearly hungover. You looked up at Harry, walking next to you with his straw between his lips, one hand stuffed in his pocket. He glanced down at you before giving you another smile.

“So, I should probably let you get home,” Harry said. “Would you mind if I maybe came back the next time I get a massive hangover? Those chips you guys have are really good.”

“Of course,” You nodded, smiling up at him. “It was really nice to meet you, Harry, you seem like a really lovely guy.”

“You’re very kind,” Harry chuckled. “It was lovely to meet you as well…”

“Y/N,” You chuckled. “I’m Y/N.”

“It was lovely to meet you as well, Y/N,” Harry held his hand out. “I’ll definitely be back for those chips and maybe to see how your maths test went.”

“I look forward to seeing you again, Harry,”

And you really were looking forward to seeing him again, mainly because his smile had made you feel happier than you had in months, and you were really looking forward to feeling that way again.

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Did you remember those days when you mom told you not to waste food? You might have though you have done your part by scraping all those bits and pieces on that plate but that is not enough, because worldwide we are wasting a lot of edible meat cuts by not consuming those odd internal organs of the pig, cow, sheep, chicken and other farmed animals. To give you an idea how much meat is wasted, when slaughtering, the cow parts such as the head, tail, organs, blood, hide, and any inedible parts from the animal are discarded. With cows and sheep, this is around 40% of the animals’ body weight-, with pigs and chickens it is around 25-30%. Remove around 10% from that since they are inedible you are left with still a large portion of meat that you can eat.

On a global scale there are 1.3 billion tonnes of food being thrown away each year, a portion of that are offal meats and eating them will help alleviate that problem. Another good thing with that is by eating more offal you could help cut meat emissions by 14 per cent since you are eating more from one animal. We all know that eating meat is a major driver of climate change and there was a study that around 14.5% of global greenhouse gas emissions was from rearing livestock, beef production accounts for nearly a half of that. So let’s do our part and eat more offal, while it may look gross for some, it can become a delicious meal plus these undesirable cuts of meat like the liver, heart, brain and kidneys are packed full of valuable nutrients such a vitamin B12, Iron, folic acid and vitamin A.

In the developing countries of Asia this is not so much of an issue as we consume almost all the bits from an animal from head to toe, it was the case for a long time since these cuts are very cheap and sometimes free, its budget friendly specially for those who are struggling financially. Because of that our cuisines have incorporated these off cuts and make something delicious out of them.

Today we are showcasing these dishes, so I have in line with you 39 Filipino Offal Recipes that will make you love Organ Meats. Offal in Tagalog is “Laman Loob” which means “internal contents” which literally it is, it might look scary at first but once you tried it, I bet there is something in this list that you will love. Let’s start.

Filipino Blood Stew

Let’s start this 39 Filipino Offal Recipes that will make you love Organ Meats list with blood. Yes, we eat blood, in a cooked form of course, sometimes we coagulate them together with rice and put on soups, grill them on charcoal or cook them with stews. When serving it to your kids just tell them it’s chocolate stew, is what I was told when I was young 🙂

Dinuguan – The most basic blood stew in the Philippines, made with pork offal and/or meat simmered in a rich, spicy dark gravy of pig blood and vinegar sautéed in garlic, onions, ginger and chillies. Crispy Dinuguan – Almost similar to the above but instead of just cooking the meat in the stew, pork and pork fat is usually deep fried first to a crispy state. Tinumis sa Sampaloc – A variety of dinuguan where it is cooked with tamarind instead of vinegar.

Soupy Mixed Offal Dishes

Dishes presented in this category are perfectly served during cold rainy days or even as a hangover cure, there is nothing better that a bile soup that can bring you back to your senses.

Pinapaitan – This dish from the Northern Part of the Philippines originally consists of goat and ox innards and its meat flavoured with bile, tamarind and chillies. Pinapaitan in English means “to make it bitter”, and there is nothing better than bile that can do the job. Sinanglaw – Almost similar to pinapaitan but this one is prepared with beef and beef offal flavoured with a sour fruit called kamias and bile. Taghilaw – Now instead of goat and beef this one is made with pork and offal such as intestines, liver and kidneys sautéed with garlic and onions then cooked in vinegar. Yes bile is not used on this one. Yusi – Another pork soup/stew made with fatty chopped pork neck, pork, liver, chives and a dark seaweed similar to the Japanese nori called gamet. This is a great dish if you want to add some greens on it 🙂 Kaleskes – A dish from Dagupan Pangasinan prepared with carabao or cows’ intestine, pancreas, tripe and other internal organs cooked with vinegar and other spices. Gotong Batangas – The last on this category, this dish is prepared with different beef offal like liver, tripe, lungs, heart and tendons together with beef shanks with lots of garlic and ginger. It is also distinctively red in colour, thanks to the annatto seeds.

Finely Chopped Mixed Offal Pieces

If you want to start something in here, I suggest try one item on this list, they are chopped so finely, you won’t even recognize it, which makes it less scary to eat.

Sisig – Anthony Bourdain loved it, so why wouldn’t you. This finely chopped broiled pigs head, chicken liver and pigs’ brain is seasoned with calamansi, onions and chili peppers then tossed in a sizzling plate topped with raw eggs. Bopis – If you want things spicy then this one is for you, this finely chopped pork or beef lungs and heart is sautéed in chilies, onions, red bell pepper and annatto seeds. Kandingga – Similar to Bopis but this is Bicolano’s way of preparing it, made with pork offal such as heart, lungs, spleen and other offal cooked in vinegar and coconut milk, spiked with chillies Pulutok – If you hate chopping bits into tiny pieces then why not mince them? This dish is made with minced pork lungs stewed until dry with vinegar, capsicums, garlic, onions and chillies. Macho Sisig Nachos – Basically its nachos topped with sisig! This can easily trick out anyone.

Iron Rich Liver Dishes

Now if you are iron deficient then dishes listed in this section is for you. I know liver have that gamey taste and weird texture but if you combine it with something else and cook it right then you might start liking them.

Kilayin– This Kapampangan delicacy is made out of thinly sliced pork, liver and heart marinated and cooked in vinegar and a mixture of spices. Igado– This dish is nearly similar to the Filipino Menudo, but it’s done the Ilocano way. Usually cooked with pigs’ internal organs such as kidneys, lungs, heart and lots of liver, it is then flavoured with Ilocos Vinegar. Paklay – If you’re complaining most of the dishes here are so meaty then try this one, a traditional dish from the South of Philippines where pork and beef innards together with pineapple, bamboo shoots, ginger, garlic and onion are cooked with souring agent like tamarind or vinegar. Dinaldalem – Another Ilocano dish prepared with pork meat, pork liver, chickpeas and red capsicum cooked in soy sauce and vinegar. Yes it tastes similar to adobo. Higadillo – You want it a bit sweet then try this one out, made with pork and liver slowly simmered on vinegar, lechon sauce and soy sauce with lots of garlic giving a sweet, sour and savoury flavour. Liver Steak – Nothing but pure liver! Pan fried then served with a savoury sour gravy. Filipino Style Liver Spread – This is not your ordinary Pâté; it uses beef liver and a bit rough as opposed to something creamy.

No need to Gripe with this Tripe

We call Tripe in the Philippines “tuwalya” a Tagalog word for “towel”, you see the similarity? while it may look alike, trust me they don’t taste alike, those little pockets from that offal cut is a good carrier for sauces similar to those unusual pasta shapes hence this thing is good with anything saucy.

Kare Kare – This peanut stew is probably the most popular item on this 39 Filipino Offal Recipes that will make you love Organ Meats list, usually sold on most Filipino restaurants and served on Filipino gatherings. While modern Kare Kare uses beef meat and/or pork hock, traditional ones uses tripe and cow skin, oooooh that cow skin is amazing when cooked right, its gelatinous. Callos – Italians and Spanish will have something similar, basically this dish is made with ox tripe cooked in tomato sauce with tons of garlic. Menudong Nagcarlan – This type of menudo uses chayote, green beans, potatoes, carrots and tripe instead of the usual ingredients, it also uses a creamy sauce as opposed to the tomato-based sauce traditional Menudo uses. Goto – Another perfect snack or hangover cure, this popular Filipino rice porridge is cooked with Ox Tripe and topped with crunchy chicharon. Trust me this warms your soul.

Chicken Liver is not just about Pâté

Chicken Liver must be the most popular offal since it is used widely on pâtés around the world but there is more dishes to make beyond that, in Philippines chicken liver is added in many dishes like Pancit, Chopseuy and Arrozcaldo to name some but for dishes where chicken liver is the star check out these ones below.

Chicken Liver and Gizzard Adobo – As the name suggest, it’s an abodo cooked with chicken liver and gizzards. Chicken Liver and Chicken Heart Adobo – Not a fan of chicken gizzards and love to cook something similar to the above, then replace it with chicken hearts. Chicken Liver, Gizzard and Quail Eggs with Green Peas – Tired of adobo? Then try something creamy like this.

Ears that’s good with Beers

  Items on this list are definitely good with beers or any liquor, hence you see some of these on Philippine bars. So what’s special with pigs’ ears? Well its fatty and crunchy, those are the qualities that goes well as a drinking food. Best part is the one near the neck!

Tokwa’t Baboy – Deep Fried Tofu and Boiled Pork Ears, it’s a nice texture contrast. Always served with spicy vinegar on the side. Dinakdakan – Broiled pork ears and cheeks served in mayonnaise dressing with onions, ginger and chillies, another perfect beer match. Warek Warek – Almost similar to the above but this one is twice cooked, first boiled then broiled, seasoned with lemon, ginger, onion, garlic and chillies then tossed in mayonnaise

Let’s all Cuddle and eat these Noodles

Batchoy Tagalog

While most of the dishes in this 39 Filipino Offal Recipes that will make you love Organ Meats list are usually enjoyed with rice, offal can be enjoyed on noodles too!

La Paz Batchoy – This is a popular noodle dish in the Philippines that originated in La Paz, Iloilo, its main ingredients are pork offal like spleen, kidneys and liver. Served on a deep bowl with a very hot soup it is garnished with garlic, pork cracklings, spring onions and raw egg Batchoy Tagalog – This is one of the variants of the first dish in this category, the difference is that meats and offal used in this version are smoked. Hi-Bol – From the word “High Voltage”, this dish will definitely shock your taste buds, sour and bitter soup best served really hot with chillies. This is basically a version of pinapaitian served with pancit lusay, a dish that even though uses unused food trimmings it is still delicious. Batangas Lomi – Not your typical lomi, this one is served with loads of pork meat, pork offal, chicharon and kikiam. Batsui – The Kapampangan version of Batchoy, usually prepared with pork meat, pork spleen, pork kidneys and pork liver together with ginger and flour vermicelli.

One type wonder

If you’re loyal to only one offal then this is you jam, made with solely one item at a time whether its fried or grilled.

Ginabot – Deep fried intestines, nuff said, certainly anything fried will turn out good, am I right? Grilled – This one is a whole new list but, in a gist, these street side wonders is what Manila smells like during the late afternoons, grilled intestines, grilled ears, grilled chicken feet, grilled chicken liver, grilled gizzard, grilled oesophagus, grilled chicken head, you name the offal we grill them. Chicharon – The most sinful of all items on this 39 Filipino Offal Recipes that will make you love Organ Meats list, coming from the biggest animal organ of all the skin. Sun dried pork skin then deep fried until it puffs to this delicious treat.

Now what would you try in this 39 Filipino Offal Recipes that will make you love Organ Meats list? Let me know from the comments below? Now does this list make you stop wasting food?

39 Filipino Offal Recipes that will make you love Organ Meats Did you remember those days when you mom told you not to waste food? You might have though you have done your part by scraping all those bits and pieces on that plate but that is not enough, because worldwide we are wasting a lot of edible meat cuts by not consuming those odd internal organs of the pig, cow, sheep, chicken and other farmed animals.

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KK Diet & Wellness Masterpost

Foods I Avoid And Why

When it comes to eating healthy, there are a few types of foods I actively avoid. A few years ago, the kids and I did muscle testing and found out we have sensitivities to both gluten and dairy. After speaking with my doctor and doing some research, I decided to try a gluten- and dairy-free diet.

Like any habit, it was hard to break certain routines at the beginning. But once I found good ingredient swaps and started stocking my pantry and fridge with the best alternatives—like almond milk, tortillas made from sweet potatoes, gluten-free waffle ingredients for the kids, dairy-free shredded cheese, etc.—eating this way became easier and a lifestyle choice that works for me and my family.

For the kids, of course, there are moments when we break rules, like when we're on vacation or at Disneyland. I try to plan in advance to have what we need so we can stay on track, since I've heard cheating when you have gluten sensitivities can set your system back for a while because it takes a few weeks for the body to totally process. When we travel, we'll pack a suitcase full of our pantry staples and also bring healthy snacks on the airplane. Also, I like to bring a bunch of gluten- and dairy-free cupcakes when we go to birthday parties for the kids (and extras for friends at the party).

I also try to avoid processed foods in general. I really try to focus on fresh and organic fruits and vegetables, and healthy proteins like salmon, chicken and eggs. When I'm traveling (and sometimes on the weekend), I'll cheat—I'm a little more lenient now than I was when I first started this whole thing. But when I'm home and in my day-to-day routine, I try to exercise 5-6 times a week and eat healthy every day.

Get my gluten-free grocery list here, my dairy-free refrigerator staples hereand snacks we like here!

The Collagen Supplement I Take Daily

My skin-saver.

WHAT IT IS:

Collagen is one of the most abundant forms of protein found in the body. It's in our bones, digestive system, muscles, skin, hair and tendons. But, as we get older, the amount of collagen our body produces decreases and can cause wrinkles and joint pain. Collagen supplements are sourced from the bones and connective tissue of animals. The one I take is derived from grass-fed, pasture-raised bovine hides, but there are also marine versions made with fish scales.

WHAT IT DOES:

Collagen is amazing for hair, skin and nails, and can reduce wrinkles, fight free radicals, repair areas that show cellulite, and make your skin more elastic and soft. Collagen is also known to reduce inflammation around your joints and improve mobility.

HOW I USE IT:

I take this supplement every day—first thing in the morning on an empty stomach, mixed with a glass of water.

How I Get In Shape Fast

At home workouts.

Scroll down for 5 exercises I do to get in shape FAST!

THE MOVE: Reverse lunge

TONES: Butt and legs

HOW TO: Use a resistance band and pull it toward your lower body. Press your arms back, keep your elbows locked and alternate your legs. To challenge yourself, do mini pulses and keep core tight and engaged.

THE MOVE: Crunch and pop

TONES: Abs

HOW TO: Use a BOSU ball and do a crunch, but lift your entire body and pop up at the end, lifting your arms over your head as you come up.

THE MOVE: Jump assisted pull-ups

TONES: Upper arms

HOW TO: Use a pylobox to assist you and jump up using both hands, until you pull yourself up and your chin exceeds the bar (or hoop).

THE MOVE: Side-to-side leg swings with a resistance band

TONES: Glutes and quads

HOW TO: Put a resistance band around your ankle and swing your legs back and forth, staying on your tiptoes.

THE MOVE: Lateral shuffle

TONES: Calves, hamstrings, quads and glutes

HOW TO: Shuffle from side to side, ending in a semi-squat position. For extra focus and coordination, throw a tennis ball back and forth with a friend.

My Detox Ditch List

Eating a healthier diet usually requires some sacrifices. For me, once I cut down and cut out certain things from my diet, it really became a lifestyle that came easy. If you are trying to detox—even if it's only for a day or so—here are a few things to consider ditching.

DITCH: COFFEE

I haven't drank coffee since college because the type of caffeine in coffee and espresso gives me anxiety. Instead, I drink green tea, which still has caffeine but it enters the bloodstream in a way that is less jolting. Click here for more info on why I like green tea better than coffee.

DITCH: GLUTEN & DAIRY

I had muscle testing done and found out that I have sensitivities to both gluten and dairy. Honestly, there are so many swaps for both. You can still eat pasta or have a latte—the key is to stock the right groceries and pantry staples.

DITCH: REFINED SUGAR

I try to eat fresh fruits and vegetables mixed with healthy fats and proteins. I also avoid processed foods and refined sugar, which includes most of the cereals and snacks I grew up eating. Of course, there are times when I have sugary foods, but I make these moments the exception and not the rule. Click here for the foods I avoid in my everyday diet.

DITCH: ALCOHOL

I really haven't been drinking at all these days. Alcohol can cause skin issues and sleep problems, and when it's mixed with sugary juice or soda, multiple drinks just add unnecessary calories to your diet. On the rare occasion I drink, this is my no-hangover recipe.

5 Foods To Flatten Your Belly

Tips from Koko.

Khloé knows what the body needs! Read this post from her app about the 5 foods she eats to combat bloating!

Break out the guac, dolls! But hold the salty tortilla chips (don't hate me!!!). This super popular fruit (yep, NOT vegetable) is loaded with potassium, which is a key player in ridding your body of excess sodium and, therefore, dreaded water weight. Avocados are also high in soluble fiber and healthy fats, which help us feel fuller on smaller portions. Try spreading half a ripe avocado on a piece of whole-grain toast for a super satisfying breakfast, or try Kourt's signature salad for a tummy-friendly lunch!

This spicy root is one of the oldest known natural belly cures, and for good reason. High in a digestive enzyme called zingibain, ginger is extremely effective in breaking down protein and accelerating the digestive process. If you've ever noticed that side of ginger next to your sushi, now you know why! Ginger is also known for being a powerful antibacterial AND anti-inflammatory food—in other words, all-around goodness for your gut. Try brewing a homemade tea by chopping up a handful of peeled ginger, and brewing it in boiling water for at least 10 minutes.

The star fruit of summer is so refreshing thanks to its dense water content—nearly 90 percent! Snacking on watermelon is an excellent way to regulate salt levels and flush out the excess water you may be holding onto (aka bloat) due to dehydration. Cut up a few refrigerated slices and eat as much as your little heart desires!

Tomatoes are packed with the antioxidant lycopene, which is known to have extremely effective anti-inflammatory and de-bloating effects. Try roasting tomatoes in the oven until they blister for a super easy and tasty accompaniment to just about any meal.

Most commonly consumed as oatmeal (the gluten-free breakfast of champions!), oats balance the bacteria in your gut. This is known as a prebiotic effect, which improves your digestive system and works wonders to reduce bloat. You can also try incorporating oats into your next baking sesh for a healthy treat.

My Self-Care Checklist

How I do "me time."

Even when my schedule is full, I try to get some self-care in daily. It's so important for a healthy balance in life. Scroll down to learn the things I rely on.

1) PRACTICE MINDFUL MEDITATION

I try to wake up 20 minutes early to meditate. (Check back later this week for my journal on exactly how I mediate—and why it's good for you.)

2) READ DAILY DEVOTIONALS

Another thing I try to do early in the morning is read from my daily devotional book. It's one page a day and it's always so spot-on. No matter what is going on in my life, somehow the passage usually relates! Check back this week for more on my spiritual side!

3) SPEND TIME OUTSIDE

I love being outside and try to hike in the canyons a few times a month.

4) EXERCISE IN THE MORNING

I usually work out five to six times a week when I'm home and doing my normal routine. I have found that mornings are the best time for me to exercise, since finding time at the end of a hectic day is more difficult. I stick to mornings and make sure it's on my schedule.

5) WIND DOWN BEFORE BEDTIME

At the end of a day, it's so necessary to relax and unplug! A few times a week, I'll light a candle and take a bath with detox salts.

How Meditation Helps Me

It's a daily ritual.

Every day, I try to wake up 20 minutes early—before the kids get up—to meditate. I usually sit on my bathroom floor on a mat in front of the bathtub. Early in the morning, this room has lots of natural light and is really quiet. Sometimes I like to set an intention for the day too.

I have been practicing mindful meditation, which is a method of checking in with yourself by focusing on your breath, awareness and being present. If my mind wanders, I try to bring back my focus to breathing.

There are many health benefits to gain by practicing mindful meditation. Researchers say this type of mediation can reduce anxiety, help cognitive brain function (like memory) and increase the ability to focus throughout the day. Basically, it helps me be more present.

Having a calm start to the day is really grounding and something I do whenever I can make time.

My Must-Haves For A Night In

Little luxuries.

Planning a night in to relax and unwind is an important part of my self-care routine. I like to light a scented candle or put essential oils in my diffuser to give my room a spa-like effect. Since I work out almost every day, taking a bath with detox salts is a great way to relieve sore muscles and decompress after a hectic day. I also like to put white rose petals in the bath too.

Next, I'll put on pajamas and a really soft robe (I love the fluffy white robes from Barefoot Dreams), and I'll usually cozy up and read a book or watch a movie. I keep soft linens on all the beds in the house with silk pillowcases. I also like to make sure there are throws on the beds and in the theater, so everyone can snuggle up. I try to buy sheets and throws in all-natural fibers, like 100 percent silk, bamboo or organic cotton.

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Hangover Cures

Week 2, Day 11

In a conversation with a friend last night, I discovered that I might come off as somewhat negative (or, excessively negative, to be more precise). Also, in her defense, this wasn’t anything she accused me of, it was just something that struck me after the conversation. Anyway, even though I’ve been somewhat gloomy as of late, and even though no one would ever accuse me of being a cheerful, happy individual - at any point in my life - I’m not wallowing in self-pity to the extent that these little records might indicate. I’m not happy or well-adjusted, but I’m not walking around spreading gloom. It’s possible I’ve unintentionally endorsed that idea by focusing on what I’ve lost, or what’s on the way out the door, rather than what I’ve gained.

First of all, this whole Morrie Shwartz, “I lost a normal, independent existence, but I gained friendship” BS isn’t really me, and, in cancer, you don’t want to gain stuff - that’s the entire point of cutting, burning, and poisoning yourself (or bits of yourself). BUT - and, future generations hoping to triumph over brain diseases, this bit’s absolutely critical - brain damage (and its effects) is usually way too subtle for someone to notice on their own. I’ve done this two times before; I will absolutely stand by this. The first time I got neurosurgery, it took me almost ten years just to figure out what was missing from me, cognitively speaking. The second time, it took less than a month, because I went in before the surgery for a complete series of various tests and scans to record a base-line. This time, because the disease has moved far faster than I can, I didn’t have that luxury, but, because the worstest damage is predicted to occur slowly over weeks and months, I have to be hyper-vigilant, and get some documentation on each deficit as it occurs, while it’s occurring. Think of it like tax returns, or any other legal document (which is also important in dealing with insurance companies) - you want to be able to tell your doctor exactly what you’re having trouble with, how frequently, and with as much detail as you can. That’s important for any medical ailment - if you go in and complain that your leg hurts, they can’t really do much until they get more details. Same goes with brain damage - the better, and more-accurate documentation you have of various problems, the better the chance you have of making it back from the edge. Like I wrote previously, this is just as much a tool to help me save myself as it is a reference for everyone else in a similar situation. Who’s the pessimist now?

Speaking of providing guidance to future generations, I will be exploring various hangover cures at various points in these dispatches, since I’m waking with a four-star hangover pretty much every day, as you would expect when a body is exposed to dangerous amounts of radiation and toxins on a regular basis. A brief word; although I am open to most suggestions in this area, I will absolutely not be trying the “Hair of the Dog” cure; I’m already at full-capacity with regard to my toxin/radiation intake, and I’m absolutely not going to increase that unless my life depends on it (even then, there’s a solid chance I’d refuse and just die instead of reenact Benjamin Button). The good news is, with a significant amount of water and coffee (more water than coffee, but I’m not going to judge anyone’s preferences), I can (you, too, probably) live a somewhat-normal existence.

This morning, however, I woke up and immediately regretted it. I’m pretty sure that’s the experimental chemo drug I’m taking; it makes life extra-unpleasant for two or three days after each dose. However, I do know that, sometimes, it takes a little extra something to go from whimpering in a supine position to upright and functioning. Fortunately, lots of zofran and Tylenol do wonders, especially with some grease and protein. Just as fortunately, my younger brother was only too happy to indulge this request, and took me to a local, German-owned (and German-themed) butcher’s shop/restaurant. A brief aside; this development may come as a bit of a surprise to anyone who knows me personally, as I’ve been a vegetarian for the last eleven years. I, uh, “converted” back in 2006 after deciding that heart disease was no way to die; I fell off the wagon shortly after surgery #3, after realizing that diet doesn’t do anything, you don’t get any bonus points for maintaining a healthy diet if you die of cancer before forty, and, perhaps most importantly, if I’m going to meet the reaper, I want to do it with a Porterhouse in one hand an a beer in the other (since that realization, I’ve been trying to atone for eleven misspent years), and a trip to a European butcher’s shop seemed like both a good place for breakfast, and a way to make a solid dent in that pile of bacon I was owed for good behavior. You might want to know the difference between a “European-style” butcher’s, and... well, we don’t have much in the way of specialty stores in today’s box-store-obsessed world, but you can find Norman Rockwell paintings of what American butchers’ stores were like (there was also a lot of sexism, racism, classism, and xenophobia that’s not accurately portrayed in those paintings, but, thankfully, those are no longer issues we have to deal with). Folks, I want you to imagine a place where every imaginable cut of meat - and several unimaginable ones - is on display, alongside Swiss chocolate, and British beer. It was like that scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, where Gene Wilder lets everyone into that room where everything is made of sugar; I was frolicking. Until my brother pointed out that the other customers were going to have us arrested for inappropriate behavior, so we made our way to the restaurant section. I do not know how I reached 33 years without any solid memories of eating steak and eggs for breakfast, but I would heartily recommend it for any and all occasions (especially if you’ve recently crunched the numbers and realized you’re going to have to fit 30-40 years’ of vices into a 10-year life-expectancy), but it does do wonders for a chemo hangover. Unfortunately, the coffee was not up to my high standards, and that’s an important aspect in one’s quality of life. Fortunately, I’m in a large metropolis, and finding good coffee is but the work of a Google search on the smart phone, so I was more or less my usual misanthropic-but-witty self in short order. By that point, I had to return home to lie on a hot rock and digest for a few hours (also, my father and step-mother ditched us and went to the gym without giving anyone time to grab their gym shorts and shoes, which, now that I think on it, is a brilliant way to get some time away from your spawn). Fortunately, they threw a few steaks into my pit for dinner, so all is well. And, thanks to the new year’s holidays, I don’t have any more treatments until Wednesday (I got the radioactive spa treatment today, however).

Anyway... WEIGHT: No idea; I haven’t been weighed in a few days. However, based on today’s shenanigans, I’ve probably gained five or six pounds (about two or three kilos). CONCENTRATION: Pretty good.. MEMORY: Not bad, although I have misplaced a few items in the past 24 hours, which I tend to do a fair amount of the time. APPETITE: Excellent. Although I might be eating to shift my focus away from other discomforts. But I think that just makes me American. ACTIVITY LEVEL: Not great, but not bad. I mean, I did spend a fair chunk of the day racing around and eating stuff, which puts me on the same level as the Tasmanian Devil. SLEEP QUALITY: Extremely poor. The experimental serum tends to amplify the side-effects of all my other treatments, and, in the case of temodar, that means I spent an hour last night holding my sides and feeling like John Hurt’s character in the noted rom-com, Alien. I didn’t puke though, so, go zofran. COORDINATION/DEXTERITY: Pretty good, but my left hand has definitely been underperforming all day. PHYSICAL: Nothing’s falling off, but I am now very photophobic, and I have a nasty splitting headache along the suture lines of surgery #3 - it’s almost as bad as immediately after the surgery. Fortunately, double-doses of Tylenol makes it bearable, but I am acutely aware the minute that wears off. SIDE EFFECTS: Apart from the hangover-symptoms, insomnia, headache, general mental sluggishness (which might be due to insomnia and hangovers), and the growing body of seemingly-innocent mental errors and incidents that are insidiously growing, I’m in top form.

Also, on a personal note, best of luck to my brother, who came down from the Pacific Northwest to hold my hand for a week. And thanks to a friend from my undergrad days who made a donation in my name to a cancer center. Thank you, ma’am.