#vegane Drinks

[ernaehrunghandbuch]

Vegane Drinks – ist Milchersatz gesund?

Alternativen zu Kuhmilch erfreuen sich seit Jahren einiger Beliebtheit. Doch welche Vor- und welche Nachteile hat der vegane Milchersatz?

[fullcravings]

Black Forest Dessert Smoothie

[heavyheavycream]

05 tea party

[morethansalad]

Jasmine-Infused Water / Nam Loy Dok Mali / น้ำลอยดอกมะลิ (Raw Vegan)

[daily-deliciousness]

5 minute peanut butter ice cream milkshake

[fattributes]

Frozen Blueberry Margarita

[lowspoonsgourmet]

easy non-alcoholic mixed drinks

not something that we usually post, but thought it might be nice for the times when you want something slightly fancier than a pre-packaged drink, but don’t want to put in too much effort or drink alcohol. the instructions for all of the following “recipes” are to simply mix the ingredients together in a tall glass.

passion fruit + grapefruit twist:

12 oz. grapefruit sparkling water

1/3 cup passion fruit juice cocktail

pomegranate berry “sangria”:

12 oz. cranberry, mixed-berry, or cherry sparkling water

1/3 cup pomegranate juice

optional: 2 tbs. cranberry juice

optional: 1 tbs. grenadine syrup

optional, but recommended if using unsweetened juice(s): sugar to taste

cranberry lime:

12 oz. lime sparkling water

1/3 cup cranberry juice

optional, but recommended if using unsweetened juice(s): sugar to taste

optional: half a small lime’s worth of fresh juice

optional: a slice of fresh lime as garnish for the rim

summer sunrise:

6 oz. plain sparkling water or tonic water

1/2 cup orange juice

1/4 cup pomegranate juice

optional: 2 tbs. grenadine syrup

[vegan-nom-noms]

Healthy Pumpkin Spice Latte

[everythingwithwasabi]

Goodbye Sun, Hello Pumpkin Season: Healthy Pumpkin Spice Latte

[overtake]

A random scene from my Maxiel hockey au just because

“Why the fuck does this team give us perfectly identical sweatshirts? How am I ever meant to find mine?” Daniel asks, pawing through the clothes piled precariously on one of the barstools.

“It’ll probably be the one with your number on it,” Max says drily. “And teams tend to have matching clothing.”

Daniel looks up from his careful searching and tosses Max the finger. “Just for that, I’m wearing yours.”

Max’s hoodie is technically the same size as Daniel’s because Daniel prefers to size up, but it’s stretched out around the shoulders in a way Daniel’s isn’t. There’s a small stain by the left cuff whereas Daniel keeps his pristine. Most notably, there’s a 33 over the left chest instead of a single digit. It feels more lived-in and comfortable than Daniel’s, even though Daniel probably wears his jumpers twice as often as Max does.

He pops his head of the neckline and adjusts the strings. “Alright. I’m set. Let’s go.”

Max is paused with his keys in hand, mouth slightly parted and eyes burning holes into the number screenprinted on the fabric.

“You can’t get mad. I told you I was taking it,” Daniel says, even though Max doesn’t seem upset. Daniel can’t quite identify the expression crossing his face, but it’s definitely not annoyance.

“Don’t spill anything on it,” Max finally says.

Daniel catches up to him at the door and sticks the stained arm in Max’s face. “Don’t worry. You took care of that first.”

Max shoves his arm away, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m not driving you anymore. You can hobble to the rink.”

Daniel switches positions to wrap his upper body around Max’s broad back, clasp his hands around Max’s neck, and jerk one leg up as if he’s about to jump for a piggy-back ride. Max elbows him off, giggling and pink-cheeked.

“Fine, I suppose I can give you a ride, but I’m not buying your tea,” Max warns. He undercuts his threatening words by instinctively holding Daniel’s hip, pale fingers pressed into plush fabric and waiting in case Daniel’s ankle gives out. Daniel has been successfully walking with no problems for a full week now, but Max is always hovering and holding.

“But I’m cold,” Daniel pouts, dramatically sticking out his lower lip. He’s just being annoying, but a gust of chilly air actually hits as he says it. Daniel shivers, pulling the jumper tight over his hands and moving closer to Max to try and leech some of his body heat. “I need this. Respect those of us from hot countries who played in hot states for ages.”

Max laughs, slinging an arm around Daniel’s back and tugging him into a mocking hug. “Poor Daniel. You only have to play in the NHL for the most iconic team in the craziest hockey city. Your life is very hard because it’s sometimes below zero and I don’t buy you tea.”

Daniel pulls his hands upward and dramatically rubs them together, then huddles into Max and presses his clasped hands between their chests. He doesn’t care if the hug is teasing. He’s genuinely fucking cold.

“You’re not allowed to be mean to me. I’m still injured.” He pokes out his healed ankle and lightly kicks Max’s leg with it. Max is in shorts, exposing fuzzy, muscled calves to Canadian January because he’s batshit insane.

“I’m hugging you,” Max says, rubbing his free hand up and down Daniel’s back. “I am very nice.”

Daniel presses his face into Max’s shoulder, just for a second. “Yeah. You’re not too bad, I guess.”

Shortly into their drive, Max detours, parallel parks, and comes back with a massive tea and crinkly brown bag.

“Their tea is shit and the donut is vegan,” Max says. His furrowed brow is aiming for admonishing, but the tugged edges of his mouth and dramatic tone give him away. “That’s your punishment.”

He still accepts the torn pieces of donut Daniel presses to his pink mouth and licks off the crumbs that decorate the sweet freckle on his upper lip.

“Wait. You have —” Daniel covers his thumb with the blue fabric of Max’s sweater and wipes one last sprinkle away as Max pulls into a parking space.

Max catches Daniel’s wrist before he can pull it back to his own body. He stares Daniel down with big eyes and long lashes and plucks the sprinkle where it’s caught on the ribbed cuffs. Max places one hand on Daniel’s chin and pulls down his lower lip, then places the sprinkle into Daniel’s salivating mouth.

“Don’t waste food.”

Max’s hands linger for one heated second before he drops them to turn off the ignition. Daniel tries to calm the thud of his straining heart, breathing in then out in an attempt to regain some normalcy.

He takes long enough that Max knocks on his passenger-side window, peering in and making little glasses over his eyes and waving all goofy, like nothing had just happened.

He eventually pulls open Daniel’s car door for him, gesturing out to the grey pavement. “Are you planning on showing up to practice today?” he teases.

Daniel recovers enough to slide out, though not gracefully, and heads into the rink to get chirped into oblivion over the 33 that feels throbbing and alive over his still-racing heart.

[certifiedceliac]

Frozen Coconut Lemonade (via EatWell 101)

[dnpbeats]

guys I’ve been too afraid to ask this but enough is enough is dan still doing that “I’m vegan but I cheat sometimes” thing he was doing in like 2017 or does he just eat fucking whatever but generally tries to avoid meat(/animal products ?) bc I can’t figure it out

[fullcravings]

Decaf Iced Oatmilk Chai Latte

[thatnycvegan]

Matcha latte in my strawberry cup 🍵

[morethansalad]

Red Currant, Orange & Mint Mojitos (Vegan)

make it a mocktail with non-alcoholic rum

[daily-deliciousness]

Strawberry bubble milk tea with strawberry tapioca pearls