#wild asparagus

[wildfoodsandmedicines]

[peoplecallmelucifer]

Wild asparagus

These fuckers are hard to spot

[morethansalad]

Vegetable & Nettle Tempura (Vegan)

[freshtendril]

I have the morels!

One of my fave ways of preparing them is to serve them with a nice mushroom asparagus risotto and a crisp, Portuguese Vinho Verde. It’s truly spring! Saúde!

[cadmium-free]

I just had one of the best meals of my life. Tell me about the best meals of your life. Share the joy of food with me.

[thewirewitch]

Wish I knew where to get antique solid-silver cutlery for cheap. Doesn't even need to be matching sets, I just want to feel fancy and old-timey sometimes.

[cryptidvoidwritings]

A cheeky backstage photo dump from Kayleigh Thadani.

Instagram stories: November 27, 2022

[limitlessscion]

Minato District, 3:45am

" You're late." He had one of his people intercept the window's signal to buy himself some time, but it would seem every one of those incidental meet-ups held another advancement to Satoru's ever-expanding arsenal. Still, it had sufficed to have Suguru arrive first, this time. Well, between the two of them, at least.

The pile of men around his zori, freshly bruised and quivering like fish on the market stands, were identifiable members of a sorcerer clan. And given the hype around this curse, this could have easily been a foolish set up for the Holy Grail that had become of that bounty. The chain is still spinning in his grip when Suguru spits out someone's ear and kicks the last guy pleading with him, before slipping the weapon back into the spirit's mouth. Even without six eyes one could see the exact moment a horrible thought gleamed in his violets.

" I have to admit, though, the decoy spirit they used to lure you in was not worth the hassle. " Fingers splay before the inventory's mouth, until Playful Cloud settles in his grip. Suguru smirks, grumbling the words. " I'll have to find another way to get off. " He doesn't wait for a response before pouncing — a damned man throwing himself into the abyss, no doubt.

Satoru seemed entirely unbothered by the pile of corpses and corpses-to-be, giving only a brief moment to understand the situation before moving on. People foolish enough to try and take him down were a rare breed, but they did crop up from time to time; he'd already had his suspicions from how odd all the info was. They weren't of interest to him now beyond the fact that none of them were likely to survive the night.

There was always a point when Suguru killed, and something about that was starting to piss him off. Of fucking course Suguru was still protecting him even as he seemed to keep denying Satoru's right to do the same in return.

"You really like making my life difficult, don't you?" Long pale fingers reached under the wrappings around his face, pulling them free to settle in a halo around his shoulders. His uncovered eyes flashed with the bright blue telltales of his technique as his one and only friend lunged at him.

Fine then. If Suguru was going to act the petulant child, then for once Satoru was going to show him some damn consequences.

Satoru blocked the first few hits with ease, sparks flying against infinity as he tested the weight of the blows. He could sense no killing intent —of course there wasn't— but that didn't mean the attacks were being held back either, both sides fully confident that the Strongest Sorcerer simply could not be hit. Playful Cloud amplified raw strength as much as it was amplified in turn, a potent tool in the hands of one as skilled in hand-to-hand as Suguru Geto, the force of even off-hits easily capable of crushing a regular human.

That's all he needed to know.

Satoru made a reckless move, right hand darted in between the flying segments of the weapon to grip his opponent's wrist, immediately locking down tight with cursed energy. It was with the sheer arrogance of one who could not be hit, unbothered by the fact he'd tangled himself and left a large opening that one could never hope to defend conventionally.

Infinity melts away.

Intense blue eyes faded to a dull grey tone at the last fraction of a second and he fixed their gaze together, waiting for the instant of understanding. He needs Suguru to see and feel this, to understand what the fuck he was actually doing.

He doesn't even defend with cursed energy. The cursed tool slams through mortal flesh and bone with such sudden violence that it was like a popping balloon, the damage instantaneous. His iron grip on Suguru's wrist kept him from being blown away, that arm protected and strengthened a second later to keep that connection between them.

The pulp and handful of bone shards that used to be ribs and muscles and lungs and heart became an oozing lump contained only by the ragged cloth of his jacket.

His gaze was still fixated on Suguru's, a feral grin on his face, eyes flaring with the pain, still clear and focused. His whole body sagged at the lost of support, held up only by his continued grip on the other.

The physical agony was nothing, just a mere sliver of what had been inflicted up on him that day in Shinjuku with nothing but words. The endless loneliness. The demands that he kill someone whom he could not kill. Being left behind. The mornings he'd wake up with tears staining his face as dreams of happiness faded away. Suguru just endlessly trying to fuck it up even more.

If Suguru was here to vent his grievances then Satoru would do the same: look at me. I want you to know how much it fucking hurts. I don't need you to regret or apologize, but I need you to understand.

A few seconds or an eternity later, blood started spurting through the remains of his clothes; his heart repaired from a lump of flesh jelly, a single beat drenching Suguru in fresh warm crimson before skin sealed back up. A mere second later his lost arm regrew. Then he was whole again, no sign of the gruesome injuries beyond the bloody mess that was smeared over them both. He'd made one point and now he made his second: Suguru was out of his league in this farcical conflict of theirs.

He spat the gore still stuck in his airways onto the ground between them, eyes still never leaving the other as he finally released his friend.

"Give up Suguru. Go home."

[white-cat-of-doom]

Electra has many friends!

Kayleigh Thadani performed on Saturday (26 November 2022) as Electra in Stockholm in the UK/International Tour 2022.

With Gunilla Backman as Grizabella, Hal Fowler as Asparagus, Russell Dickson as Munkustrap, Liam Mower as Mistoffelees, Harry Robinson as Mungojerrie, Harrison Wilde as Rum Tum Tugger, and Joel Cooper as Carbucketty.

[wtfuckevenknows]

IT’S TIIIIIIIME!!!!!!!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

random life photos from the past few months

[saint-mona]

*unexpected harvest

*vanilla custard & rhubarb

[fandroidrobotheadcanons]

APOLOGIES FOR NOTHING TODAY some stuff was going on and i had to do stuff abt it !!!!!! cant say i'll be online tomorrow but the inbox is relatively empty currently

[morethansalad]

Wild Garlic & Spring Vegetable Pot Pie (Vegan)

[gargelyfloof118]

Asparagus growing out of the ground!

My mother recently asked me for pictures of how asparagus grows and my friend allowed me be paparazzi at her farm! I snapped a picture of the picking rigs too. It has a little engine right in the middle to help it crawl along. The workers will use their feet to help steer it.

When the asparagus season is over, it will branch and 'fern' out. The farmers will then Mow it to a stubble field in late fall and then mow it all the way down to the ground in early spring to start the process over again.

Season lasts about two months and they can pick on the same field about twice a day if the weather is warm enough. It grows so fast!

[eatfreeordie]

They weren't on my list, but two new-to-me plants I'm trying soon: sochan and angelica shoots