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Nettle Soup

Halsin x female reader 5,776 words of fluffy nonsense

It had started as an innocent tickle at the very back of your throat, something you’d barely given more than a moment’s thought to - fair enough due to the fact you had a tadpole squirming around in your skull to contend with. A day or so later, it had graduated from a tickle to an annoying and stubborn irritation which very much demanded attention – wouldn’t shift despite how many times you’d tried.

It would clear, surely, you thought, especially since the curse had lifted from the land and you were on your way towards Baldur’s Gate at last.

Except it didn’t.

If anything, it got worse - like you’d swallowed handfuls of crushed glass, the way it stung with every swallow – accompanied by heavy limbs and growing fatigue, no matter how much sleep you managed. Perhaps that was hardly surprising after the number of fights you’d undertaken recently, not quite as young as you once were.

Although not comfortable with the hitchhiker in your skull, you were at least confident it wasn’t the first sign of ceremorphosis, though the concern that Lae’zel may try to slit your throat if you voiced any notion of feeling unwell remained, so you kept silent.

You powered on, as you always do.

Gale frowned when you didn’t finish your portion of stew that evening, all sat around the campfire. He prided himself on keeping the party well-fed and anything but clean bowls appeared to be a personal affront to his skill. It wasn’t that you felt nauseous, just a lack of appetite made the quarter you had managed sit too heavy in your stomach.

“Was it not to your liking?” The wizard hovers over your shoulder. “While I’ll admit it is a repeated recipe from a few days ago, you enjoyed it well enough then.”

“No, no, it’s wonderful, Gale.” You smile, trying to appease his anxieties by laying a hand on your stomach. “It’s just filling – I’m stuffed already.”

“I recall you had second helpings.”

Oh, he had you there. Think.

“We had just fought Ketheric Thorn too, quite difference from the day’s leisurely pace.”

“Hm.” His pout remains, and the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach has been joined by guilt.

“Hardly a repeated recipe, though. I’m sure I noted something different on the palate?”

That did the trick, a wistful smile now gracing his face. “Ah, yes, I did stumble upon some splendid wild garlic that I thought would enhance the flavour profile – how kind of you to notice.”

You nod along, politely, as Gale tells his tale – something about how it elevates the spices - not noticing the wood elf staring at you curiously from across the circle.

You’re thankful it’s not your turn to keep watch as the githyanki takes her place in the centre of the camp, sword laying ready in her lap. You don’t wish to dawdle around the campfire like you do most nights, worried she might sense something off about you and jump to conclusions, so you bid the remaining members of the party goodnight and walk at a brisk pace to the safety of your tent…

..only for an icy cold grip around your elbow to jerk you into their own, your back now pressed against a firm chest with a thud.

“Surprised, darling?” Astarion murmurs into your crown, his other arm wrapped around your waist. “I thought you better than that. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Bed.” You reply as brightly as possible, overcompensating for how rotten you’re now feeling.

“Oh, but the evening is still so young! I have a fine idea that will while away the hours, if you would be so very kind.” He drops his grip on your elbow and ghosts his hand up your side, making you squirm.

“Not tonight, Astarion.” You shake your head. Maybe it had been a mistake to let him feed off you after that first night. “I’m tired.”

“I can wait until you’re asleep, my sweet.” His hand finally reaches the back of your neck, giving it a slight squeeze. “I’ll be sure not to disturb any of your pretty dreams.”

“No.” Your tone is firm, maybe a little too firm as the vampire stiffens against you and drops his hand, causing your stomach to squirm with guilt once again. “Another night, I’m all yours – I promise.”

Astarion spins you around and you nearly lose your footing – a fact not missed by the vampire as his face transforms from annoyance at your denial to mild concern.

“My, you are out of sorts.” He sighs, before he plasters on a smile that you know to be fake. “Very well, darling. Off to bed you pop.”

You nod a thanks and hurry out of his tent, casting your eyes to the ground in the hopes of keeping steadier footing, only to collide into something firm.

A large, solid chest, covered in familiar druidic garb.

“My sincere apologies,” two warm hands grasp your upper arms, steadying you once again. “I am afraid I did not see you there. Are you all right?”

Your scalp tingles from the gravelly tones of Halsin’s voice, a warmth flushing over your cheeks as you look up at the former archdruid, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I’m fine, Halsin. And I should be the one apologizing - I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?”

He chuckles at your concern. “Of course. Although you have remained polite by not yet mentioning my stature, I am sure you have noticed the comparison between us, little one.”

Although one to lose your temper with the use of such pet names in inns or in combat, there is something entirely different when Halsin says it. You know it is not meant to be patronizing, more a sign of his age, really – it’s wholeheartedly sincere, affectionate, perhaps even… loving? Well, you could still dream, couldn’t you? Even though he’d kindly turned you down at the celebration for the tieflings at camp all those weeks ago, you’d be a liar if you didn’t still kindle a flame of affection for the large elf. You smile, wryly. “I suppose I have.”

“Forgive me for prying, but is anything the matter? You seemed in quite the hurry after supper. I confess I’d hoped to catch you for a moment.”

Your throat stings again as you swallow. Halsin is a healer - he would be the one to mention it to…

But you don’t want to be a bother, especially so soon after Thaniel. What was a sore throat in comparison to being trapped within the Shadowrealm for near on a century? Pathetic, really.

You shrug it off, “A little tired, nothing an early night won’t sort. What did you wish to speak about?”

He smiles at your response, though you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes. You wish you weren’t so observant of him to be able to identify which are real and which are polite.

“Ah, no, nothing of urgency. Please, do not let me keep you from your well-deserved rest any longer.”

You eye your tent in the distance, but hesitate all the same. “Are you sure?”

“Quite.” He squeezes your upper arms, gently, before letting go. “I bid you sweet dreams and a peaceful sleep.”

You don’t even fall asleep deeply enough to dream – tossing and turning for hours, one moment feeling too hot and then another too cold, periodically drinking from your waterskin trying to ease the rawness of your throat.

You give up at dawn, quickly dressing in your armor. Instead of waiting for your companions to rise, you set your sight on climbing the hill not far off from camp - it should provide a good vista of the road ahead to Baldur’s Gate. It shouldn’t be a long walk either, you’ll be there and back before even Karlach has roused, usually the last to do so.

You had only made it a quarter of the way up the admittedly gentle incline when you start to feel unusually winded from the exercise – it feels as if you are not quite breathing deep enough, oxygen stagnating at the top of your lungs. Perhaps you’d laced your armour too tight that morning in your haste to get moving? The sun is still only a little over the horizon, given the earliness of the hour, but you feel so very warm, a sheen of sweat already on your brow.

You raise a weary hand to wipe it away, but your vision swims in response and you stumble, all reflexes abandoning you and your face meets the dirt.

Halsin lets out a sigh as he rubs his back against the bark in his bear form, the ridges appeasing an itch that had been bothering him since he had wildshaped. It has been a while since he’d indulged the bear for purely pleasure and not combat – it hadn’t felt right to do so when traveling through the shadow cursed lands.

He’d woken early, as usual, and decided to take advantage of an hour or so to patrol the area before the plan would be to head towards Baldur’s Gate. Heading to the city wasn’t something he was looking forward to – to be cut off from the nature he so adored made he feel uneasy - but he’d made a vow that he intended to keep.

A familiar, invigorating smell crosses his snout, carried in the gentle breeze. He inhales it deeply, being drawn him from his thoughts.

White violet, jasmine, a touch of sandalwood…

You.

It is too strong a scent to have drifted in from camp, which must mean you’re close by. He drops down to all four paws and begins to follow the trail, curious as to what has brought you out so early and, perhaps selfishly, hoping to take advantage of your company.

He doesn’t have to travel far, though, lumbering a hundred or so metres out of the wood that lines the path. His stomach sinks when he sees you sprawled out on your front down the incline, unmoving, eyes open in a blank stare in his direction.

The next thing you were aware of was thundering paws on the earth, a flash of gold and then warm, heavy palms turning you over to face the dawn sky. A very concerned wood elf soon fills your vision, pressing a hand to your cheek as his eyes scan you over, frantically.

“What is it, my heart? Speak to me.” Heart…? The world goes black.

You wake up slowly. Your eyelids feel heavy, drifting in and out of consciousness until, finally, you manage to crack both eyes open to find yourself swaddled in unfamiliar furs and blinking up at an equally unfamiliar ceiling.

No, not ceiling, but the inside of a tent and one that is not your own. Various herbs and flowers are hung from the support pole across the top, seemingly set out to dry, dotted between other hand-made trinkets. There’s a scent of wood smoke, flowers, freshly cut grass, and something enticingly sweet...

You sit up in alarm, trying to work out where you are, panic rising in your already tight chest when your eyes meet those of the large wood elf’s, sat only a little way to the side of the bed roll.

“Ah-ah,” Halsin chides with a sympathetic smile, pushing you back down easily with one large palm upon your shoulder. “Please - you must rest.”

“This isn’t my tent.” Your voice is painfully hoarse, but you lay your head back on the pillow in defeat and watch as he tugs the furs back up to under your chin - the brief moment you had been upright a chill had prickled across your skin, almost down to your very bones.

“That is true.” The former archdruid nods, looking a little bashful. “We were camped at quite opposite ends this time round.” Your party did tend to spread the tents out across the ground you used, rather than all cluster together. “I thought it best to bring you here, where I have everything to hand to easily prepare, rather than go to and fro whilst I oversee your recovery.”

“Recov-” You don’t reach the end of the word as a horrendous, wracking cough emerges deep within your chest. You sit up again in panic, hoping it will cease. Halsin assists you with one hand on your arm and an arm around your waist, before he begins to rub large circles on your upper back.

“Easy, little one. Easy. I know it is uncomfortable, but it will pass.” He says, softly. It doesn’t feel like it will – the pain is sharp, a tightness in your chest, a burn in your lungs, heart pounding as you feel more and more breathless with every cough.

Tears burn at your eyes but, true to his word, slowly but surely, it begins to settle, allowing you to catch your breath at last and left feeling exhausted.

The hand leaves your arm then but one remains on your back, keeping you steady, before a waterskin is brought up to your lips. “Take small sips. If you drink too quickly, it might trigger another fit.”

You nod, reaching up a hand to hold over his as he tips the liquid into your mouth. It’s soothing on your raw throat, but only for a brief moment. When he deems you’ve had enough, he pulls the waterskin away, placing it back down to the side of the bedroll before pressing a hand to your forehead, a poorly concealed frown soon gracing his lips.

“You have a fairly high fever.”

“Can’t you…?” You reach out to mimic cure wounds – a spell you’ve seen him and Shadowheart cast many a time - but it seems even your depth perception has abandoned you as you brush up against the wood elf's firm chest, before snatching your hand back and circling your wrist in what you think looks a somewhat magical motion. Halsin lets out a chuckle that makes you feel flush – your temperature varying sporadically by the minute.

“Wounds and other injuries indeed, as can Shadowheart, but I am afraid for such illnesses as this the only treatment is rest for a few days, supplemented by herbal remedies to alleviate symptoms.”

“No,” you shake your head and immediately regret how it makes your vision and head swim. “We must press on - the Absolute are already in the city.”

He looks at you in alarm. “You cannot mean you wish to go and face them? You know I admire your unwavering resolve and strength to do what is right, but at the moment I fear a light breeze would be more than enough to knock you prone.”

“But-”

“No. I cannot allow it.” His tone is firm, a growl at the back of his throat – it reminds you of how he had spoken to Kagha once he’d returned to the grove. "You will rest. Lie down,” he doesn’t even need to push you back this time with a heavy hand, you’ve gone quite limp against the arm that had been supporting you, shrinking back at his tone of voice and nestle back down amongst the furs.

“Thank you.” Halsin replies, sincerely, the tension dropping both from his shoulders and voice. “I… I apologise for my manner of speaking, but I know of what I speak - you must rest in order to make a full recovery.”

“I’ll try – I promise.”

He looks down at you with a smile before brushing some loose hair from your face and then cupping your cheek with a large palm and calloused fingers. If you’d had more of your wits about you, if you could think clearly, you would’ve noticed the flash of gold in his palm as he cast sleep upon you.

You wake up to a hand pressing a damp cold compress against your forehead and your chest feeling tighter than before. You can’t help the wince as you open your eyes, the light smarting despite it being somewhat dim inside the tent. Halsin is sat cross-legged by your side, a frown in place.

“I am sorry to have woken you, but I am afraid your fever has developed.”

“Oh.”

“I have prepared something that will help. Allow me to sit you up.” Somehow, he manages to slip his arm beneath your head and around your shoulders, assisting you upright to lean back against a pile of firm pillows. Once he is satisfied you are settled, he produces a bowl from his side – a waft of steam emitting off the top.

“Here. It has cooled enough to drink.”

“What is it?” Your voice is still awfully hoarse, a raw sting as you talk.

“A staple in every healer’s repertoire - nettle soup. Adept at reducing fevers.”

You take the bowl carefully from his hand, though his follows closely as you guide it up to your mouth lest your grip fail.

You gulp down a mouthful, but it’s absolutely foul upon your tongue, burns your throat as you swallow it down. It feels as if you’ve taken a gulp out of a particularly filthy pond, one thick with algae.

You hold the bowl back out with a shake of your head, hoping he’ll take it. “That’s disgusting.”

Halsin smiles, knowingly – seemingly a complaint he is not all that unfamiliar with hearing. “Whilst I admit the taste is far from what one might call pleasant, it will do you a world of good to drink it.”

You shake your head again, trying to hand it back to him. “I can’t.”

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest. “Dare I enquire your age again, little one? The children in the grove manage it just fine.”

“I’m not a child,” you pout – too feverish to realise the contradiction of your actions. “And they surely do not.”

“They do…”, he retorts, a wistful smile crosses his lips, “albeit with the promise of something sweet after they’ve rested. Would that suffice?”

“Something… sweet?” Your mind drifts off to somewhere it should not as your eyes drop down to focus on the druid’s mouth.

“Mm. They are quite partial to honeycakes, does that appeal?”

You shake your head, placing the bowl down on the floor between the two of you. Though a fan of sweets, the idea of eating anything at the moment doesn’t entice at all.

“No? Well, perhaps you have something else in mind. I’m sure Baldur’s Gate itself will have something to your tastes.”

“I want a kiss.” You mumble.

He must have misheard. “What was that?”

“A kiss - that’s the sweet thing I want.”

“Ah,” if it wasn’t for the dim light within the tent, you would’ve sworn the druid was blushing. “Now, that’ll be the fever speaking.”

“No.” You gaze up at him, wishing you had the strength to curl your fingers in his hair and pull him in for the kiss you crave. “It’s not. I’ve wanted one since that night at camp, the celebration with the tieflings. I swear I’ll drink all the nettle soup in Faerun for a kiss.” “Since…” He trails off. “No, I couldn’t, little one.” He shakes his head, truly looking apologetic. “I won’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Why?”

He cups your cheek in a large palm, a small smile on his lips. “I do not believe you are quite aware of what you are requesting, given your current ailment.”

You purse your lips in thought, trying to seek a compromise. “What about when I’m better, then?”

He removes his hand and nods. “When you are recovered and if you recall this conversation and still desire it, then… yes, you may claim your sweet.” He mumbles towards the end, not quite believing what he was apparently promising. “However, you will still need to drink the nettle soup now.”

“Deal.” You acquiesce, and Halsin picks up the bowl in offering.

It burns as it goes down – all four or five remaining mouthfuls - but you manage the whole bowl.

“Good girl,” the wood elf murmurs with a smile – it makes the discomfort feel worth it for a moment - as he inspects the empty bowl, swapping it out for the waterskin once again.

“Now, try and sleep some more. By the time you wake, it will have done its work and you’ll be feeling much better.”

You lie back down without protest, closing your eyes. The furs smell like Halsin and you soon drift off back to sleep, a feverish thought of being wrapped up in his arms and the kiss you hoped to claim come morning.

Day turns into night and then day once more, the hours passed with numerous bowls of nettle soup that still burn at your throat with every swallow, vegetable broth for more sustenance and countless naps to no improvement. Halsin has been trying to distract himself with whittling, but it is not proving successful – lopping off half of the duck’s beak when you stir momentarily. He’s checked your temperature with the back of his hand too many times to count. There’s a taunting rattle from your lungs between bouts of sharp coughing fits that doesn’t seem to be easing either. The nettle soup should’ve broken your fever at least – he hadn’t encountered one in all his years that it had failed to do so – but you seem to be growing worse by the hour.

He watches as you toss and turn, brushing your hair from your face. You’ve done so much for him – freed him from the goblins, ensured the safety of the Grove and its occupants, defended him whilst he recovered Thaniel, freed a realm from the shadowcurse of beyond a century and yet he cannot return a simple favour by ridding you of a fever?

“Is she sick?”

“Thaniel.” Halsin’s starts at the sudden appearance of the spirit. The boy is knelt besides him, staring down curiously at your slumbering form. “What are you doing here, my friend?”

“Your party hasn’t moved on - I wondered why. Is she sick?”

Thaniel remained as curious as ever, it seemed.

Halsin sighs. “Yes, I am afraid so. The fever and cough proves most stubborn – I fear I am depleting this area’s supply of nettles.”

“Nettles?”

“For the soup – it reduces the fever. Or it should.”

Thaniel frowns, leaning over you and taking a cautious sniff. “But she smells of spolar.”

“Spolar?” The word seems vaguely familiar, though it sparks a sinking, sickening feeling in his stomach.

“It will have been a long time since you’ve had to treat it.” The boy shrugs. “A large purple mushroom, remember? Its spores line the lungs – its growth accelerates if surrounded by nettles.”

“No…” It’s as if a hand is squeezing at his heart. “I don’t recall seeing any on our travels out. It would grow so quickly?”

“Nettles are sturdy enough even for the shadowcurse, so when it was lifted it had probably laid dormant beneath the soil until the time came. How long have you been treating her?”

“Nearly two moons – numerous bowls of nettle soup.” Halsin’s face has drained of all colour. “By Silvanus, I’ll have been nourishing the infection itself.”

“You did not mean to,” Thaniel replied, patting Halsin on his thigh. “Do not fret. Vapours from a wilted Sussur Bloom will clear the lungs when inhaled, suspending any further spread. Then she will just need rest.”

“A wilted…” He gets to his feet, his mind whirring with the next steps. “I must make haste back to the Underdark – I could be there and back by night fall with the aid of sigil circles.”

He hurries out of his tent, finding Gale sat outside of his, camped a stone’s throw away, and a large tome in his lap.

“Halsin,” Gale starts cautiously, setting down his book at the wood elf's urgency. “Is something the matter?”

“Everything.” The druid drops to his knees and empties out his pack – planning to stuff it full of as much Sussur Bloom as he can lay his hands upon. “I made her worse. She’s inhaled the spore of the spolar.”

“The spore of what? And how could you have made her worse?” Gale quirks an eyebrow, trying to keep up. He has never seen the wood elf so flustered. “I don’t understand.”

“Spolar… the spores line the airways. It feeds and thrives upon other vegetation – I’ve been giving her nettle soup. She told me it burnt and I insisted she eat more. And she did, because she trusted me.”

“Oh. Well, you didn’t know-”

“I should’ve known!” Halsin explodes in response, his voice echoing around their encampment. “I need to go to the Underdark, I-” He gets up to his feet and immediately stumbles, catching himself before he could fall. Gale is quick to stand in front of him, hands held up to try in a feeble attempt to stop the wood elf leaving.

“Halsin, when is the last time you rested?”

“It matters not-”

“It very much does.” Gale chides. “Look at you – you are in no fit state to look after yourself, let alone gallivant off to the Underdark.”

“What the hells is going on?” Astarion appears the other side of Gale, drawn out by Halsin’s outburst.

“I must set this right. I cannot allow her to suffer a moment longer due to my negligence-“

“Okay, I’m sensing there’s a lot more to your feelings here, but allow me to assure you that we all care about her. Allow us to assist you, to aid you in whatever you need in this moment.”

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Astarion almost stomps his foot, never one to be ignored.

Halsin sighs, running a large palm down his face. Gale is right – he is exhausted, unable to enter a state of reverie in the past days in fear of you needing him.

“A Sussur Bloom. I need to retrieve one from the Underdark.”

Gale frowns. “But they don’t work outside the Underdark.“

“Wilted ones, they-"

“Wilted, you say?” Astarion looks at his fingernails for imaginary dirt. “I’ve got a handful in my pack still, I’m sure.”

Halsin sets off running in the direction of the vampire’s tent and his pack, Astarion hot on his heels.

“Now, wait a moment!”

Halsin won’t look at you.

You’d woken up, confusingly, back in your own tent two days later to Gale sat by your side and your fever broken. Your voice was still a little hoarse and walking around the camp left you all but winded, but that was meant to pass in another day or two, then the plan was to finally set off towards Baldur’s Gate.

You’d felt bad for holding the party up for so long, but everyone has been rather kind about the delay, doting on you a little more than you’d like.

All but Halsin, really, who stares over your head – not a hard feat given his height, true – but still, it smarts when you cannot catch his eye, especially when it was something you used to achieve so easily. He appears to leave the campsite before dawn and returns for supper, though he moves away from the campfire when you take your place, thanking Gale for the meal before hurrying off.

It’s driving you mad.

Tonight, though, you have a plan. You took supper back to your tent, feigning the need for an early night to your companions and lying in wait for Halsin to depart the camp once more.

You find the elf stood at the very edge of the lake, standing in the shallow waters as it laps to and fro, hands held behind his back.

You approach cautiously, conscious of disturbing a meditation or ritual the ex-archdruid might be partaking in, but it seems he is already acutely aware of your presence.

“There’s a chill in the air tonight.” His voice is firm – you can imagine him using the same tone when he was chairing heated discussions amongst the other druids back at the Emerald Grove. “You should go back to camp and keep warm by the fire at least if you find yourself restless.”

“Halsin,” you choose to ignore him as you wring your hands together and take another step closer. “Have I… offended you in some way?”

“Offended? Never.” Still, he keeps his head turned away from you.

“I apologise sincerely if I said something that upset you whilst I was sick. I’m afraid I don’t recall much of the time in your tent – it’s all a bit of a haze.”

“That’s understandable. You were…” His breath hitches, as if it’s painful to remember. “..quite unwell. But, no, you did not say anything malicious or cruel – it is not in your nature.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

His biceps tense as he brings his arms back in front of him, his shoulders heaving up with a breath before dropping back down as he swings round on his heels. He meets your eyes for a second or two before his gaze moves back above your head, as if something was extremely interesting in the distance.

“There.” A forced smile – it doesn’t reach the wood elf’s eyes by a mile. “Now, will you go back to the camp?”

“No.” You huff, taking a step closer.

“Please. Your lungs are not fully recovered yet and the chill tonight will do you no favours.”

“I’m not going back until you look me in the eyes and tell me what I’ve done to be treated this way.” You stand firm, stubborn.

He sighs, seemingly exasperated at the conversation. “You have not done anything, my h… friend.”

“I must have done something.”

“You are mistaken.”

“No, I’m not.” You retort back, placing your hands on your hips. “Ever since you healed me, you’ve been-”

“Healed you?” He scoffs, derisively, meeting your eyes at last with a furrowed brow. “Healed you? I did no such thing - I made you worse!”

You stare for a moment, bemused. “What? Worse how?”

“You said the nettle soup was burning your throat, you told me multiple times and I dismissed you saying it for not liking the taste, not of a symptom. Every time I had you drink it, I was giving the infection what it needed to thrive. I was killing you.”

“No.” You shake your head. “I don’t remember that.” And you don’t, everything’s hazy – vague memories of cooling compresses on your head, a supportive arm around your waist as you drank from a waterskin. “Why would I keep drinking it if it hurt?”

“Because,” he takes a shuddering breath, “we made a deal.”

“A deal about what?”

“I beg of you not to make me relive my shame.” Halsin sounds defeated, but you continue to push.

“A deal about what?”

“I… I told you of how the children in the Grove took their medicine under the promise they would receive something sweet when they were better. Honeycakes, candied fruits, the like. You…” His voice grows tight. “You asked for something else sweet.”

You feel your face flush, a hazy, whisp of a memory now becoming crystal clear. “A kiss.”

The wood elf’s shoulders shudder. “I took advantage of your trust in me.”

“Advantage?”

“Of your feverish state.”

“I’m the one who suggested the kiss.”

“And I’m the one who agreed due to my own selfish desires, ignoring what my patient was trying to tell me.”

“No, you thought you were doing the right thing. We all make mistakes, or misinterpret. I’m fine.” You wrap your hand around his forearm as best as you can, trying to tug him forward. “Besides the whole tadpole in my head, of course…”

He smiles, wryly, at your poor joke, though you see tears burn at his eyes. “I just… I cannot stand the thought that I have caused you harm, little one – intentional or otherwise.”

“You haven’t, Halsin.” You place your other hand tentatively on his chest and look up, feeling his heart beat beneath your fingertips. “I am well and, if you were still willing, I’m ready for my sweet.”

He shakes his head. “As much as my heart desires it – and it does - I do not deserve it.”

“Am I not allowed to be the judge of that? And I say a deal is a deal.”

“You… truly wish for it still?”

You stand up on your very tip toes and press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, as far as you can reach. “More than ever.”

A firm arm wraps delicately around your waist – cautious of squeezing you too firmly – and heaves you up easily against his firm chest, his other hand cupping your cheek as he captures your lips in a kiss. It is soft and delicate, as if he’s worried you’ll break, but when you lift your hand to tangle in his locks and tug to bring him closer and deepening the kiss, there is no mistaking the growl that emits from his throat when your tongues intertwine.

As soon as you drop your hand from his hair, he retreats too, dropping you back down carefully to the ground, eyes scanning you in concern.

“You’re breathless, my heart.” You feel your cheeks prickle with heat at the term of endearment. “And flush too. Please, I insist you go back and keep warm-"

You cut him off, pressing your fingers against his lips, exhaling breathily. “Two things. One, I’m breathless because of your kiss. Two, I’m flush because of your words - what sort of reaction am I meant to have to you calling me that?”

He lifts his own hand then to hold yours in place so he can kiss the fingertips pressed against his lips, before tugging your hand back down and interlacing your fingers.

“My heart, my love, my sun, my moon, my stars - so many things I wish to call you whilst I lavish you with affection from dusk till dawn, and dawn till dusk… if you’d allow me, that is.”

“Allow?” You smile, “I encourage – heartily.”

It happens too fast to comprehend, a gentle twist of your arm to twirl you in front of him before one arm wraps around the back of your knees and you are swept off your feet, the wood elf commencing large strides back towards the camp.

“Then I insist we return to your tent where you will have as many sweets as you desire.”

“Oh, my tent now, is it?” You tease. “I thought I had to go and stay warm by the fire.”

“Yes, but, lucky for you,” he smirks, “I am known to run quite hot.”

Comments, likes and reblogs make my whole day x

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

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anopenbookunderlockandkey · 4 months

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The 118 Sauce Chat

Eddie: I definitely make spaghetti sauce extremely wrong but I’m not going to stop

Chim: please elaborate on the wrong way to make spaghetti sauce; it sounds highly entertaining?

Eddie: 1 chop onion and put in a pot

Eddie: Add 1 or 2 cans of diced tomatoes. Whatever makes the ratio of onion look right.

Eddie: Add a ridiculous amount of frozen peas. Peas should make up a notable portion of this sauce.

Eddie: Add frozen corn also if you wanna be real fancy. If I have bacon I’ll ad that too. But I very rarely have bacon.

Eddie: Cook on HIGH

Eddie: While sauce is cooking, grab the nearest bottle of mixed spices that isn't obviously for desserts. Add some. How much? I dunno, enough that you feel like you've added seasoning so it's technically cooking. (For me this is most often a mix called Moroccan, but it could be anything. Buck reorganised my kitchen recently so tonight it was something called Pizza Topping.)

Eddie: If you happen to have green herbs lying around, add those too. Whatever you have on hand that's green

Eddie: Let the sauce boil on HIGH until all the water is gone. Stir occasionally so the saucepan will be easier to clean later. Serve on cooked spaghetti noodles with no cheese

Eddie: Today I added a new step called "while the sauce is cooking, duck out for 15 seconds to text the group chat about spaghetti sauce, then get distracted and forget you are cooking." This adds a novel Extremely Burnt edge to the flavour profile.

Chim: I am not Italian, or of Italian descent by *any* stretch of the imagination.

I am also not one of those "cooking purists", who believes that everything must be done in a specific/ traditional way (unless you are making a cooking video with the title "how to make x" in which case if you don't specify mid video that your way is not traditional god help you).

I am a firm believer in "If it tastes good, then it is correct for you".

Chim: Except in this case

Bobby: This hurts every cooking bone in my body. The latent ancestors in my soul. The judgmental elf in my brain just bit a cyanide capsule

Hen: Why? The spices.

Using a different spice mix every time, based on what is ready at hand just ... hurts

Eddie: *sends SPICE IS SPICE meme*

Ravi: absolutely deranged, Eddie. Food crimes.

Bobby: Hey Eddie, looks like you forgot to mention the part where you obviously sweated the onions, because nobody would make spaghetti sauce that had straight up raw onions boiled in tomato juices.

Bobby: RIGHT????

Bobby: Please Eddie

Eddie: I don’t know what sweating the onions means

Hen: It means. It means you cook em a little in a pan with a bit of oil first

Eddie: A pan? How many dishes do you want me to have to wash here?

Hen: I mean you can also do it in the same pot you're making the spaghetti sauce in! The important thing is the onions get a little cooked before the wet stuff goes in, so they're not so wet and limp and boiled....

Eddie: Honestly this depends entirely on whether I remember to chop an onion first or I find the can opener for the tomatoes first. The ingredients go in in whatever order they go in.

Ravi: Eddie, who hurt you???

Eddie: A pack of wild chefs herded my mother off a cliff

Chim: Theres probably a hit out on you for this

Eddie: What kind of stupid idiot would waste money assassinating someone who's so clearly going to accidentally poison themself for free at some point

Bobby: hi Eddie, big fan of your firefighting, this is the sauce equivalent of the running up a metal ladder in a lightning storm to try to pull up a 6’0” tall man instead of lowering him to the ground

-Athena

Eddie: Athena, that is the meanest review my cooking has ever received

Chim: congratulations you found the worst way to do it! this feels like a spaghetti recipe made by AI before it got really sophisticated

-Maddie

Eddie: this group chat’s hate mail game is insane

Ravi: at this point please just eat every ingredient raw… please

Eddie: Do I look like Tony Abbott to you

Buck: As a former Committer of Food Crimes, I have decided to make this sauce this weekend after I have a chance to go to the store. I will report back.

Eddie: Excellent, I look forward to vindication.

Hen: No one's going to vindicate your boiled onion in cinnamonny tomato juice on noodles, Eddie

Eddie: Not cinnamon. Cinnamon is a dessert spice. You use the nearest non-dessert spice.

Ravi: cinnamon is absolutely not a dessert spice

Eddie: Yes it is! It's for muffins and pancakes and fruit pies!

Chim: Cinnamon powder is absolutely a dessert “spice” and Eddie if your cooking is this bad I can’t imagine your baked abominations

Eddie: I put lemon juice in everything I bake that isn't bread

Written for the only two gremlins (endearment) who find this as entertaining as I do @professionalprocrastinator22 and @gravelyhalversobbing

Inspired by:

#things i decided i could make about 911 #Eddie diaz commits food crimes #Buck is his accomplice #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #text fic #incorrect 911 quotes #911 abc #911 fox

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petermorwood · 1 year

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That was lunch, made quick-and-simple * but dressed up nicely for its photo-op.

* Very quick-and-simple; it was based on a packet of just-add-water oxtail soup, because there are some days when I Could Not Be Arsed, even a simple tomato soup that’s just a couple of tins of tomatoes, an onion, some garlic, some peeling, some chopping, some oil, some seasoning, some cooking, some blending...

Yeah. Enuff said.

However, that didn’t stop me from a few grab-and-chuck-in enhancements - and once I’d announced that, @dduane said: ”Write it up for your followers, and take pictures.”

So...

The enhancements were some orzo and a splash of red wine vinegar from the cupboard, sweet paprika, smoked paprika, cayenne (it’s cold today) and ground caraway from the spice drawer, and some frozen red and green sweet pepper from the freezer.

(Side-note - I slice and freeze my own peppers on cookie sheets, then bag ‘em; also onions and carrots, i.e. the sort of thing I’d take from the freezer, weigh frost and all then throw straight into a pot when making soup or stew. Casual approach? You bet... :-> I’ve never done a price comparison, but I bet it works out cheaper-by-weight than buying them that way.)

So I made the soup as per instructions - add water, stir until boiling, heat down and simmer 5 mins - adding everything else at the beginning and extending the simmer to 15 minutes because of the orzo and peppers.

Then it went into a bowl, got garnished with a dollop of plain yogurt and another grind of chilli, and behold:

Soup even with pasta in it works better with bread, and it just so happens we’ve been baking interesting loaves recently.

So, some First Draft and Second Draft herb bread went into a bowl and onto a plate - these, like the cutlery, are mostly meant as photo props - and behold:

For something which started as little more than flour, salt and flavourings, that soup turned out remarkably well; warming, filling and tasty.

As for the bread, the 2-D herb loaf is just as good as the 1-D, but more herby since DD doubled the amount of herbs while reducing the variety. It’s possible for too many different herbs to argue with each other and end up cancelling out the very effect you’re hoping for, something I suspect happened with the 1-D loaf.

2-D loaf used just basil, tarragon and an “Italian Seasoning” (bought as a packet, put in a jar, so no ingredients list, sorry!) which seems to rely on oregano.

Also, confession time, I wrote in the 1-D recipe that DD was using pumpkin-seed oil (since ETA’d to correct); she actually used olive oil since she couldn’t find the pumpkin-seed oil because someone (cough) had put it away without saying where.

The 2-D bread did have pumpkin-seed oil, which affected both the colour and - wow! it’s nice - the flavour. This now makes us both wonder about using walnut, hazelnut and similar unusual oils in an otherwise basic bread recipe, such as the one I bake every couple of days for the house.

Something ELSE to experiment with. :->

#food and drink #kitchen adventures #breadmaking #basic soup #extra ingredients

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ciaossu-imagines · 25 days

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For the Disney day of the event, I definitely spread the beloved topic around to all my fandoms! For Servamp, I decided to write about what the Servamp’s favourite Disney treats from specifically the Disney World park would be and I hope you’ll all enjoy the weirdly specific, but hopefully interesting, headcanons!

The Servamp’s favourite Disney Parks treats:

Kuro can’t pass up the popcorn carts and really loves Mickey pretzels. However, his absolute favourite treat exists in Disney Springs. He’s a huge cola fan so it’s no surprise that he definitely considers the ‘Tastes Around the World’ international tray from the Coca-Cola Store Rooftop Beverage Bar a must during every Disney trip.

Hugh is actually a really huge fan of pineapple flavours so he can’t help loving Dole Whip. While just the Dole Whip is fine, his favourite treat are the Dole Whip floats, especially when they have the specialty orange flavoured ones since orange soda is his favourite among the soda types and to have it topped with delicious Dole Whip? Heavenly.

Jeje’s favourite Disney treat is only available seasonally, around the autumn and Halloween season. He’s a bit of a basic bitch in how much he enjoys pumpkin anything and especially pumpkin spice anything. Rosie’s All-American Café in Hollywood Studios does a pumpkin bread tiramisu around that time that Jeje absolutely thinks is one of the most delicious things on earth.

Freya has grown to really love the taste of apples, and while there’s a lot of delicious foods available at the parks, her favourite treat is a drink. She really love LeFou’s Brew, especially in the souvenir glasses. She definitely has multiples of those cups. For those unaware, LeFou’s Brew is just a frozen apple slushie with marshmallow flavoring and a passion fruit-mango foam.

Lawless likes a lot of the Disney treats. Most of them are served in some over-the-top presentation and that really appeals to him. In terms of taste though, he’s a big fan of the Cheeseburger Pods served at Satu’li Canteen in the Animal Kingdom.

Ildio can really get behind those massive turkey legs served at all the Disney parks. It’s a little disturbing just how many of them he can eat in a row. His siblings have clocked it and it’s sixteen. Sixteen of them in a row and he said he was still hungry, but they’d all run out of money.

Lily is a huge fan of Les Halles Boulangerie & Patisserie in EPCOT. It’s a must on any trip to Disney. He always gets coffee as a drink and likes to try out the different bakery treats. His favourite from them though is their macarons, especially their Macaron Lime Raspberry.

Tsubaki likes to try all of the different treats and foods you can only get at Disney World. He finds a lot of them tasty, yeah, but he’s never been able to settle on a favourite. However, Disney World recently released a treat that he tried, and it became his favourite right away. The new Everest Cupcake from Animal Kingdom just fully won his heart over.

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Hiya!!! I wanted to ask if you would do headcanons for Chica and Roxanne going out for a romantic autumn walk with their human partner? Like, their S/O wraps a cute scarf around them and gives them some soft mittens to wear so they won't get "cold" (their hydraulics system might get sluggish if it's too cold out altho it's not dire enough that they'd actually need mittens, but I'm a sap for finding an excuse to hold hands) before taking them for a romantic walk through a nicer area where they can see the leaves changing color and enjoy the crisp autumn air :)

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[ tws + notes: pure fluff, canon??? lol what's that, established romantic relationship, unedited as usual ]

↳ ft. glamrock chica and roxanne wolf

「 gn! reader, romantic relationship <3 」

author's note: THANK YOU THANKYOU THANK YOU!!! more chica and roxy reqz were vv much needed ^_^ o,, how i luv my girlz,,..,. did not find a song for this one but o well :] this is short!!! and sweet!!!! this iz tha closest thing u will get 2 actual fleshed out fanfic from me UWJEHJDHS

the days get a little shorter. the sun rests it's weary head on the horizon a little earlier, the moon stays out a little longer. the leaves turn every shade of red, yellow, and brown– and life becomes a little more still.

it's the perfect time to sit in a cafe and smell the seasonal pumpkin spice flavour wafting through the air (which, you have recently learned, does not actually contain pumpkin). of course, this isn't the only thing to do.

while this season feels like a bridge between the heat of summer and the ice cold grasp of winter, it is far beyond being a season just waiting passively for change.

you could pick apples at an orchard. bake a pie. try to navigate your way out of a corn filled hell. carve a pumpkin. prepare for halloween.

or you could go on a walk with someone you love.

the autumn season beckons your name, asking you to behold its beauty just before it passes. you oblige happily, knowing you won't behold it's wonder alone.

you put on a light jacket, before heading out to meet her.

headcanons below the cut !!

GLAMROCK CHICA:

"you got these for me??" she pulls you into a tight embrace, which, while expected– still took almost all the air from your lungs. chica seems to notice- and affectionately presses a small peck to your cheek before she lets you go to catch your breath. her enthusiasm for something as simple as a pair of mittens brings a smile to your face.

"i know you can't exactly get cold– but! considering your hydraulic system can be affected by extreme temperatures, it might be helpful." you explained. she didn't really need to know the specifics of why you got them. just thought it would be helpful to explain.

what you were NOT going to explain was the fact you went to three different stores trying to find a pair that would one: fit right on her, and two: matched her style well. you had gone through so many options to make sure it was the best pair possible for her. your efforts were not in vain, considering how enthusiastic she was to receive them.

after helping her put them on, she pauses, looking at your own hands. for a second, she's still. she considers your hand in hers– your mitten-less human hand in hers.

"won't... you get cold?" she asks softly, looking up into your eyes with a softness that could melt even the coldest hearts. the tenderness of her voice, the concern laced in it– it almost paralyzes you for a second.

"oh- uh- well-" you stammer, blinking several times before properly responding. "i.. i'll probably be fine. no need to worry." you give her a reassuring smile. she only huffs in response.

"nope! i will not allow this!" she declares, intertwining her fingers with yours. "i'll keep you warm!"

you laugh, knowing her resolve is basically just an excuse for hand holding. "how are we gonna walk if you're holding both my hands?"

"you put it in your pocket, silly!" she giggles. "unless you want me to hold both your hands–"

she shoots a wink at you playfully. something tells you she isn't really kidding though. any excuse to be closer to you is one she'll take.

you laugh, with a shake of your head. "i hate to say it, but i gotta pass this time."

"there'll be a next time?"

"next time, i'll bring my own mittens."

she pouts at your response, unsatisfied.

"...and then, we can hold mitted hands." you finish.

grinning happily, she gives your hand a gentle squeeze, "sounds good to me!"

ROXANNE WOLF:

"ah, before we go–" you slowly pull put a folded scarf from the pocket of your jacket. "wouldn't want you to get cold."

roxanne eyes the scarf in your hands, before slowly leaning forwards, eyes now fixed on you. she opens her mouth to say something, but seems to hesitate.

"you.. want me to help you put it on?" you ask. it was hard to tell what she was thinking. you worried she might not like it, or that she wouldn't want to wear it but–

"...yeah." she says, snapping you out of your thoughts. "i don't exactly own any scarves of my own, you know."

"then i'm happy to gift you your first." you smile, slowly taking the scarf and draping it around her shoulders. you're concentrated, bringing it around once before adjusting the ends at the front. it's snug enough to keep her hydraulics up and working, but loose enough to be comfortable.

you notice, how she lingers as you finish tying her scarf. her eyes are on you, and you notice that, in just the same way that she had gone still, you're still holding the soft fabric in your grasp. how quiet, this moment became. you can hear your own breathing, becoming hyper aware of the soft rise and fall of your chest.

before you can say anything to her, you find her index finger and thumb holding your chin gently. she tilts your face up and meets your eyes.

"thank you.." she says, her voice quiet. you have never seen her like this. she was never soft spoken at all. in fact, she was the bolder one between the two of you. to have a sweet moment like this made your heart flutter.

it takes a moment for you to even respond, your face flooding with heat. "oh- of course..."

before you can say anything else, she plants a small kiss on your forehead. you can barely muster a sound, too flustered to speak or to even process the fact that roxanne had already pulled away, half way out the door.

you blink several times, before fulling registering this. "hey!- you gotta wait up!" you call to her, trying to ignore the ever present loud drumming of your heart.

"maybe you better catch up!" she calls back, snickering. you stumble after her, nearly tripping over your own feet to get by her side.

"ready?" she asks, offering an arm out to you.

you link arms with her, smiling. "ready."

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's security breach #security breach headcanons #fnaf security breach headcanons #glamrock chica #glamrock chica headcanons #glamrock chica x reader #roxanne wolf #roxanne wolf headcanons #roxanne wolf x reader #FALL HEADCANONS WOOO WOOO ^_^#ignore the fact i said i was busy my brain wanted to Write

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brightgnosis · 1 year

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When did you regularly start cooking?

What resources (people, books, articles, videos, etc.) did you make use of the most?

Do you have any recipes memorized?

What is your favorite thing to cook?

When did you regularly start cooking?

Oh gosh. You know, I was actually thinking about this last night and ... I know I "grew up in the kitchen" in that my mom was always cooking and I was always watching. But I really didn't learn much. It was almost always from a distance.

My mother was abusive. When it came to cooking, especially, she had a really bad habit of throwing things in a fit and screaming at us- and she was especially fond of screaming something to the tune of "if you're not going to help and are just going to take up space, then get the fuck out of the kitchen and my way". When I did start cooking around her while living with her, she always nitpicked everything ... Growing up the only person who ever actually joyfully taught me anything was my Grandmother Carol- my father's father's second wife, who I only met twice in my life.

I didn't start cooking regularly until I was on my own finally, on and off, after graduating in 2008. First it was in the little Red Brick house I rented with my then boyfriend. But I rarely cooked much; we mostly subsisted on McDonald's leftovers from our shifts. Then after we moved to Enid together it was cheap impoverished foods- fried Ramen with Eggs (which I recently made myself again and man, I forgot how good it was). And Sonic leftovers because we all worked there ... So much Sonic.

When I finally moved to Tulsa with The Witch Hunter (my worst and most abusive relationship to date), cooking was finally a regular thing; I cooked practically every night. But it was basically the same three things on rotation: Pork Steaks, Fried Chicken, or Jambalaya. He hated pretty much anything else and would routinely criticize my cooking ... If I was lucky we'd have Ribs or Lamb once in a blue moon; mostly I only got to experiment on my own with my own Lunches then.

I think that's when I finally really learned how to cook for myself, was then- for my own Lunches.

What resources did you make use of the most?

I don't use resources, really. All of my "learning" when it comes to cooking has mostly been 90% me "fucking around and finding out" and 10% me just following recipes out of my huge collection of Cook Books and Cooking Magazines (I think I have something like 200 or more at this point; I've not counted them in ages).

There are three books I have read, however, that I do really recommend to people; the first two especially (marked with asterisks for you) have dispelled a lot of the food and cooking myths that are common, and I so think are especially important: 'The Bad Food Bible: How and Why to Eat Sinfully'* by Prof. Aaron Carroll, plus 'The Science of Cooking: Every Question Answered to Perfect Your Cooking'* and 'The Science of Spice: Understand Flavour Connections and Revolutionize Your Cooking'- both by Dr. Stuart Farrimond.

Do you have any recipes memorized?

Lord, no. My memory is so bad; I actually actively have memory problems because of some issues I had with a medication early on in my onboarding process. Plus two of my conditions actively cause routine cognitive issues. So not only do I have a lot of active memory loss from "the before times" (before that medication), memorizing things is very difficult for me sometimes.

I do have some very basic "building blocks" memorized, though- like the fact that a Roux is a 1:1 ratio of any fat to flour, and the different variations on white sauces from there ... And once I start a recipe that I've made a million times I can usually do most of it "by heart" / "by feel" / "by intuition" (whatever you want to call it) and won't need to refer to the cook book too many times. But I do still need the cook book there in the first place.

What is your favorite thing to cook?

My Clam Chowder. I specifically use the "New England Clam Chowder" recipe from the 2013 Bridal Edition of the 'Good Housekeeping Cookbook'; I've made a lot of modifications to it over the last 10 years I've been making it (like using Goat Milk because of my IBS, and using 'Reese' Baby Smoked Clams because I can't access fresh ones; which itself necessitates a lot of changes to the format of the recipe). But there's a funny story behind it that's what actually makes it my favorite thing to cook.

See. I actually hate Clam Chowder. Or, at least, I used to. But it's my Husband's favorite soup in the entire world- and I'm a soup person and could eat soup every day, but he isn't and would prefer to almost never eat it ... Now this is relevant because I grew up in a household where my mother was allergic to Bell Peppers, but once a year, every year, on my father's birthday, she'd suit up practically in a hazmat suit and make him his favorite dish in the world as his birthday meal: Stuffed Bell Peppers ... It's just what you did / do if you love someone. Because food is love. And there's nothing that expresses that love more thoroughly than making someone their favorite dish even if- but especially if- it's one you hate more than anything.

So I made him Clam Chowder one night, when we were newlyweds, shortly after I got the book ... And it turns out my issue was never with Clam Chowder at all. It was that canned Clam Chowder is a fuckin Demon and we all deserve better 🤣 Now it's what I make every single year to bring in Winter.

#resolvedbrunette #Answered Asks #2023 Asks #2023 #Food Is The Ultimate Love Language #NonTrad Housewife #NonTrad Homemaker #Pagan Homemaker #Pagan Housewife #Homemaker #Homemaking #Housewife #NonTrad Homemaking #Pagan Homemaking #Food Asks

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juliafied · 2 years

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Get to know you meme

Thanks for the recent tag @hexcore-juggler and many moons ago, @rakshadowand @johaeryslavellan!! Sorry I haven’t gotten around to it yet, but it looked like fun :)

Favorite colour: red, that really rich dark kind. I wear mostly blue though, strangely enough

Favorite food: I gotta go with a quality chirashi don. I love sushi rice, love raw fish, and trying all the different kinds in the same dish is great

Song stuck in your head: Blood by ANIMA! It was in the newest PhilosophyTube video and now I can’t stop listening to it

Last thing you googled: “sashimi don” because I couldn’t remember the word for chirashi, lol. Before that, it was the name of an undergrad we’re interviewing on Wednesday for my lab. I only did it because my other labmate who’s interviewing them with me had previously googled them and a PhD student had come up, so she was like, is this person even an undergrad? (I think the PhD who came up is a different person though)

Time: 4:31pm

Dream Trip: at the moment, it’s south of Italy (Naples, Positano, the Amalfi coast). We were gonna do it this summer but then we saw that a) the car rental price was exorbitant and b) driving in the south of Italy is insane. Maybe one day, though!

Last book you read: Circe by Madeline Miller, and I loved it! Perhaps not as much as TSOA, but it was still very good. I liked the extended (immortal) timeline it was written on. Definitely some lessons there for good pacing of a story, she did a great job.

Last book you enjoyed reading: Same as above!

Last book you hated reading: Hmm, it’s been quite awhile but I really didn’t like 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami. I read it a long time ago but I remember hating how damn long the thing was and how... idk, things just didn’t make sense to me. Not to mention all of the weird old man sex fantasies. Yeugh.

Favourite thing to cook/bake: I love making mango chicken curry, which I make very mild because I am a big baby about spice, but it’s just such a great comfort food, yum

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: gonna steal @hexcore-juggler‘s answer and say... writing, I guess? If that counts?

Most niche dislike: ok this might not be as niche as it is unusual but I really do not care for chocolate (at least as much as the rest of the world seems to LOVE it). Like, if I have a choice between literally any other flavour and chocolate (for a pastry, ice cream, whatever) I will probably never choose chocolate. Not to say I don’t like it at all, but it’s never my top choice as a flavour in general.

Opinion on circuses now and in history: I used to go to Cirque du Soleil every couple of years with my family and that shit slapped. I love seeing all of the cool edges of human possibility and stuff, especially all of the acrobats that look so beautiful and the ribbon arts and all of that. Historically though circuses kinda sucked so I’m glad we don’t have the kind that are horrible to animals as much anymore.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: Yes! I am usually the navigator on vacation, and I can usually keep track of where the cardinal directions are even when exploring somewhere I’ve never been before. My family actually has a funny story about this, when I was around 4 or 5, so very soon after immigrating to Canada, me and my parents were going to a dinner party at one of our friends’ places in this apartment complex where quite a few Russian-speaking immigrants lived, a bit away from our house in the suburbs. As we were approaching the complex I started telling my parents, “They moved”, because my parents had told me that they moved from their previous place, and they were like “yes Julia we know they moved, don’t worry”. I remember getting more and more hysterical and borderline bursting into tears because they just weren’t understanding me, but all I could do to explain myself was shout that “They MOVED!”

We arrive at our “friends’” place, knock on the door, and lo and behold some stranger opens the door. At this point I’m just on the verge of losing it, lmao, because that’s what I was trying to tell them - they’d moved FROM the place we were going to, because I was recognizing the surroundings and the way there, and my parents both somehow had a collective brainfart of where they were supposed to be going (I think it was because our friends had moved to a different apartment complex that we were all familiar with due to an equally large presence of Russian-Canadians).

Apologies if you have already done this, but I’ll tag some friends that I perhaps don’t know as much about as I would like: @resplendentlytrite, @makkuromurasaki, @nerdierholler, @lua-sagittarius :)

#from then on my mom always got me to navigate on trips #julia talks #tag game

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scatteredpiecesofme · 2 years

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Tag game

Thank you sweet @sflow-er for tagging me!

Nickname: as a kid my parents called me "little mouse" (well, the equivalent in my language). In recent years, an ex-partner called me "rainbow" bc they thought I'm a nuanced person and have all the colors in me. I loved it!

Zodiac: taurus sun, gemini moon, capricorn rising

Height: 168cm (5.5 feet, I think?)

Last Movie: "Do Revenge". I didn't like it.

Last Thing I Googled: Maya Hawke. I wanted to read her bio after watching the movie.

Favorite Musician: Oh god, impossible question. I love and listen to a very wide range of music so I don't have one single favourite musician, I have several. The same applies for question #19.

Song Stuck in My Head: right now, a song I've heard on the radio earlier this morning: Sharks by Imagine Dragons.

Other Blogs: no

Do I get asks: never

Blogs following: following me or that I follow? well, in both cases a ridiculously small number, I'm new here.

Amount of Sleep: 7 hours per night on average

Lucky Number: I don’t have one

What I’m Wearing: black trousers with a t-shirt and a red sweater

Dream Job: huh. I think I don't have one? To be honest, my real dream (unrealistic and unattainable) is not to have to work at all.

Dream Trip: I already did it! Some years ago I spent six months solo backpacking across South America!! That was THE experience of my life!! But I hope I'll be able to repeat it in another continent one day (I'd love Africa or Australia).

Favorite Food: Aaaaah!!! How can I choose?? I LOVE food. I LOVE cooking. I LOVE tasting new food from different countries (I always try local food when I travel). Anyways, in general, I prefer strong flavours (like spices) over mild ones, and salty over sweet.

Play any instruments: sadly not.

Languages: besides my native language, I speak English, French and Spanish (not perfectly, just conversational level). I've been self-studying Swedish for a year now.

Favorite Song: see question #6 - just too many!

Random Fact: I feel super confortable with big animals like cows, horses, elephants (yes I rode an elephant!) but I panic with the creepy little creatures (that is, insects). Make it make sense.

Describe your aesthetic as things: a cup of coffee always at hand; a window wide open while a storm is thundering and pouring outside on a summer night; a burning-red sunset.

I have very little follows and followers and it seems like they all have been tagged already, so I just leave an open invitation here: if you like the game and feel like answering the questions, please consider yourself tagged, I'll be thrilled to read you!!

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cuisinecravings · 5 months

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Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce

Did you know about the Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce. If you enjoy Trader Joe's products, you might be curious to try their Italian Bomba spicy pepper sauce. This is one of the newest condiment alternatives that this health food store has launched, thus this is a frequently asked question. Trader Joe's is renowned for its extensive selection of specialised goods, which are available solely in its grocery stores. These goods are of the highest quality and are frequently in high demand since they are prepared with premium, nourishing ingredients.

Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce Trader Joe's carries a wide variety of hot sauces and condiments; this current selection is merely a recent one. Therefore, Trader Joe's is undoubtedly a location to check out if you enjoy spices. Learn more about Trader Joe's Italian Bomba hot pepper sauce and its applications by reading on.

Trader Joe's Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce

If you enjoy spicy food, you may have heard of Trader Joe's Italian Bomba hot pepper sauce. This hot pepper sauce is produced from Calabrian chilies, which produce a colourful and spicily paste. Unlike many other hot pepper sauce brands, Trader Joe's prefers to keep things straightforward. For the finest flavour, its Italian Bomba hot pepper sauce just requires two ingredients. As customers hurried to sample it, this hot pepper sauce swiftly rose to the top of the bestseller list at Trader Joe's. Trader Joe's is renowned for its enormous selection of hot sauces and condiments, which are frequently very popular. As it has grown to be highly popular, this Italian Bomba hot pepper sauce was no different. with Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce There is a valid explanation for this as well because this spicy sauce is incredibly tasty and umami and complements a wide range of foods.

What Is the Use of Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce? Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce

This hot pepper sauce is extremely adaptable and may be used in almost any recipe you like. It has a crisp, rich flavour that is lively, and you can taste it right away. The vivid, spicy flavour of the Calabrian chilli peppers definitely stands out. They have also undergone fermentation, which gives them a vinegary flavour that balances the heat. This spicy sauce is so basic that it may be used in a wide range of dishes to provide flavour and spice. This will be especially helpful for those who enjoy spicy foods in their kitchen. Salads If you want to add some more heat to salads, this hot pepper sauce would be a perfect addition. It is tasty and vibrant, and it may be readily diluted to be poured over a salad. It would go well with mixed salads that contain lots of crunchy croutons or fresh veggies. Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce Pasta Any type of red sauce pasta would taste great with the Trader Joe's Italian Bomba hot pepper sauce. You could easily make a spicy and acidic pasta dish by tossing pasta with this sauce on its own. Alternatively, you may spice up a classic red pasta sauce by adding some hot sauce to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq88tsVZgJk&pp=ygUtVHJhZGVyIEpvZeKAmXMgSXRhbGlhbiBCb21iYSBIb3QgUGVwcGVyIFNhdWNl Sandwiches Many people sprinkle this spicy pepper sauce on their sandwiches to add flavour and fire. If you're stuck in a rut, this is a terrific way to add flavour and variety to your sandwiches. Most items pair nicely with this hot pepper sauce, but it tastes especially good with a range of fresh vegetables that would be good on a sandwich. Soup Even different soups could benefit from adding this hot pepper sauce for flavour and fire. It enhances a variety of vegetable soups or other soup options with its own fresh flavour. Using this method, you may produce a spicy soup that is flavorful and still light and energising.

Ingredients for Trader Joe's Italian Bomba Sauce

Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce You might be curious about the ingredients if you want to purchase Trader Joe's Italian Bamba spicy pepper sauce. After all, Trader Joe's is recognised for producing goods using the highest-quality ingredients. You can relax knowing that whatever you purchase at Trader Joe's is of the highest calibre. especially considering that the majority of the ingredients are fresh, organic, and in their natural state Trader Joe’s Italian Bomba Hot Pepper Sauce This contributes to the fact that Trader Joe's products all have a clean, fresh taste. Particularly its sauce and condiment selections, which often include few ingredients. Related Articles :- El Yucateco Hot Sauce. Have You Ever Taste It? Yellowbird Habanero Hot Sauce Trader Joes Sriracha and Green Dragon Sauce What is the Difference Between Sriracha Vs Chili Garlic Sauce? What is Tapatio Hot Sauce? How It Tastes Like? Juicy Crab Sauce – Must Know Things about Crab Sauce Paste made with Calabrian chiles The recipe is quite easy to make, unlike other hot sauces like the Italian Bomba hot pepper sauce from Trader Joe's. For this hot pepper sauce, Trader Joe's only uses Calabrian chilli paste as the foundation. Most companies add additional vegetables to the sauce to give it more substance and flavour, but Trader Joe's keeps things simple. Additionally fermented, the Calabrian and peppers have a sour and vinegary flavour. Oil The addition of oil for richness is the only other ingredient in this hot pepper sauce. This contributes to the sauce's smooth smoothness and fluidity, which the Calabrian and chilli paste alone could not produce. This contributes to the richness of the hot pepper sauce, making it ideal for a variety of cuisines. Additionally, it aids in balancing the flavours by reducing some of the acidity in the paste's vinegary flavour. Read the full article

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healthywaysfitness · 8 months

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Turmeric is a popular spice used in many dishes that is gaining in popularity due to its health benefits. It has been used in traditional medicine for centuries. It is now being studied more closely for its potential to help with a variety of ailments. This article will explore the benefits of turmeric, as well as recipes, supplies and more to help you get the most out of this versatile spice. Exploring the Benefits of Turmeric Turmeric has a number of potential health benefits, including anti-inflammatory, antioxidant and anti-cancer properties. It has been used in traditional medicine for centuries to treat a variety of conditions, including digestive issues, skin problems and more. Recent studies have shown that turmeric may also be beneficial in reducing the risk of heart disease and Alzheimer’s. Discovering the Versatile Spice Turmeric is a bright yellow-orange spice that is commonly used in Indian and Southeast Asian cooking. It has a slightly bitter, earthy flavour and is often used to add flavour and colour to dishes. Turmeric can be used in a variety of recipes, from curries to soups, stews and even desserts. Recipes to Try Out If you’re looking for recipes to try out with turmeric, there are plenty of options. Turmeric is often used in Indian dishes such as curries and rice dishes, as well as Southeast Asian dishes such as stir-fries. It can also be used in soups, stews, and even desserts. There are plenty of recipes online that you can try out to get the most out of this versatile spice. This why Turmeric is a popular spice used in many dishes all over the world. Shopping for the Best Supplies When shopping for turmeric, it’s important to look for high-quality, organic turmeric. It’s best to purchase it from a reputable source, such as a health food store or online. Look for a product that is fresh, with a bright orange-yellow colour and a strong earthy aroma. Health Benefits vitamins and Minerals of Turmeric Turmeric is rich in vitamins and minerals, including vitamin C, magnesium, potassium and iron. It also contains curcumin, a powerful antioxidant that is believed to have anti-inflammatory, anti-cancer and anti-aging properties. Nutritional Facts to Know One teaspoon of turmeric contains approximately: 2 calories 0.2 grams of fat 0.4 grams of carbohydrates 0.1 grams of protein 0.6 grams of dietary fiber Precautions Allergy In Ingridients Turmeric is generally safe to consume, but it is important to be aware of any allergies or sensitivities you may have to the spice. It is also important to be aware of any interactions with medications you may be taking. Different Ways to Enjoy Turmeric Turmeric can be enjoyed in a variety of ways. It can be added to dishes when cooking, used as a seasoning on top of dishes, or even enjoyed as a tea. There are also a variety of supplements available that contain turmeric extract. Using Turmeric for Skin Care Turmeric can also be used to make a paste for skin care applications. It can be used as a facial mask to help reduce inflammation and acne, or even to help reduce the appearance of wrinkles. Exploring the Different Forms of Turmeric Turmeric is available in a variety of forms, including fresh, dried, ground, and powdered. Each form has its own unique flavor and texture, so it’s important to experiment to find the one that suits your tastes and needs best. Turmeric is a popular spice used in many dishes Adding Turmeric to Your Diet Adding turmeric to your diet is easy. You can add it to dishes when cooking, sprinkle it on top of dishes, or even make a tea with it. There are also a variety of supplements available that contain turmeric extract. Turmeric is a popular spice with a variety of health benefits. From exploring the benefits and recipes to shopping for the best supplies and exploring the different forms of turmeric, there are plenty of ways to enjoy this versatile spice. It has potential to help with a variety of ailments and its unique flavour.

it’s no wonder that turmeric is a popular spice used in many dishes. Dosage The optimal dosage for turmeric supplements can vary depending on the individual and the condition being treated. Generally, the recommended dosage is between 500 and 2,000 mg per day. It’s important to speak to a doctor before taking any dietary supplements. Further Reading If you’d like to learn more about the health benefits of turmeric and curcumin, there are a number of excellent resources available. The National Center for Complementary and Integrative Health (NCCIH) has a comprehensive overview of the potential benefits of curcumin, as well as information on dosages and safety. The American Botanical Council (ABC) also provides detailed information on the use of turmeric in traditional medicine. Turmeric has a long history of use in traditional medicine, and its active ingredient, curcumin, has been found to have a range of potential health benefits. From anti-inflammatory properties to potential benefits for heart health, cognitive function, and joint health, turmeric is a powerful spice with many potential uses. Before taking turmeric supplements, it’s important to speak to a doctor to determine the optimal dosage. There are a number of excellent resources available to learn more about the health benefits of turmeric and curcumin. As we have read from this article Turmeric is a popular spice used in many dishesand gaining popularity day after day.

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shishaplusca · 10 months

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Sensational Shisha Flavours in Toronto: Unleashing the Tasteful Delights

1. Introduction: Exploring the Growing Popularity of Shisha in Toronto

In recent years, the art of shisha smoking has gained significant popularity in Toronto, captivating both locals and tourists alike. This ancient tradition, originating from the Middle East, has transformed into a vibrant cultural phenomenon in the city. The enticing flavors, mesmerizing aromas, and the social experience of shisha have made it a sought-after indulgence. This article delves into the sensational world of shisha flavors in Toronto, unraveling the secrets of its growing popularity and providing insights into the diverse range of flavors available. Join us as we embark on a journey to uncover the tasteful delights of shisha in Toronto.

1. Introduction: Exploring the Growing Popularity of Shisha in Toronto

Understanding the Rise of Shisha Culture

Shisha, hookah, waterpipe - whatever you call it, there's no denying its growing popularity in the vibrant city of Toronto. But why has this ancient tradition of smoking flavored tobacco through a water pipe suddenly become the go-to social activity for many Toronto residents? Let's dive into the fascinating world of shisha and unravel its appeal.

The Appeal of Shisha: A Social Experience

One of the main draws of shisha is its undeniable social aspect. Picture this: you're sitting in a cozy lounge, surrounded by friends, puffing on a beautifully adorned waterpipe, and engaging in lively conversations. It's the perfect blend of relaxation and camaraderie. In a city as diverse as Toronto, shisha lounges offer a melting pot of cultures and a chance to connect with people from all walks of life. So, if you're looking to unwind and make new friends, shisha might just be your ticket to social bliss.

2. The Art of Shisha Flavouring: Understanding the Ingredients and Techniques

Key Ingredients in Shisha Flavouring

What's the secret behind those tantalizing shisha flavors? It all starts with the ingredients. Traditional shisha flavorings include molasses, honey, dried fruit, and various herbs and spices. These components come together to create a rich and aromatic smoke that tantalizes the taste buds. And don't worry, the tobacco used in shisha is often treated differently than cigarette tobacco, resulting in a smoother and more flavorful experience.

Traditional Techniques vs. Modern Approaches

While traditional shisha flavoring techniques are still widely used, there has been a surge in modern approaches that push the boundaries of creativity. Some shisha establishments experiment with infusing their tobacco with fruits, chocolate, or even coffee, creating unique and unexpected flavor combinations. The art of shisha flavoring is constantly evolving, and Toronto is at the forefront of this exciting revolution.

3. Exquisite Shisha Flavours: Unveiling the Most Popular and Unique Options in Toronto

Classic Flavours: Exploring Traditional Shisha Options

When it comes to classic shisha flavors, you can't go wrong with timeless favorites like mint, apple, and grape. These tried-and-true options provide a refreshing and satisfying experience, perfect for those looking to stick to the basics. So sit back, relax, and let the familiar flavors transport you to shisha bliss.

Unconventional Delights: Unique and Unusual Shisha Flavour Profiles

If you're feeling adventurous, Toronto has a plethora of unconventional shisha flavors waiting to be explored. From sweet and tangy pineapple-mango blends to zesty lemon-mint concoctions, there's something to satisfy every taste bud. So why not take a walk on the wild side and indulge in a shisha flavor that pushes the boundaries of your palate?

4. Beyond Traditional Flavours: Innovations and Fusion in Shisha Flavour Profiles

Exploring Creative Shisha Blends

Innovation is the name of the game when it comes to shisha flavor profiles. Toronto's shisha scene is buzzing with creative blends that combine traditional flavors with a modern twist. Think strawberry cheesecake, mojito madness, or even a lavender-infused delight. These inventive combinations take shisha to a whole new level of sensory delight.

Fusion Flavours: Combining Shisha with Other Culinary Influences

Toronto is known for its culinary diversity, and the shisha scene is no exception. Embracing the city's melting pot of flavors, some shisha lounges offer fusion blends that incorporate influences from different cuisines. Imagine puffing on a cardamom-infused shisha while savoring the flavors of Indian masala chai or indulging in a coconut-lime shisha that transports you to a tropical paradise. These unique combinations will tantalize your taste buds and leave you craving for more.

So, whether you're drawn to the familiar comforts of classic flavors or eager to embark on a flavor adventure, Toronto's shisha scene has an array of sensational options to satisfy your cravings. Grab your friends, find a cozy lounge, and get ready to unleash the tasteful delights of shisha in this vibrant city.

5. Exploring the Best Shisha Lounges in Toronto: Where to Find the Ultimate Flavour Experience

Toronto is a vibrant city filled with hidden gems when it comes to shisha lounges. Whether you're in the heart of downtown or exploring the suburbs, there are plenty of places to unleash your tastebuds and have a memorable shisha experience.

Top Shisha Lounges in Downtown Toronto

In downtown Toronto, you'll find a plethora of shisha lounges offering a range of sensational flavours. From trendy rooftop spots to cozy basement hideaways, there's a lounge to suit every vibe. Some popular downtown favorites include Shisha Skyline with its stunning views, Cloud 9 Lounge for its laid-back atmosphere, and Shisha Martini for a touch of sophistication.

Hidden Gems: Shisha Spots in the Suburbs

If you venture into the suburbs, you'll discover some hidden gems that are worth exploring. These places may not be as well-known as their downtown counterparts, but they offer unique experiences and equally delightful shisha flavours. Check out Mirage Shisha Lounge in North York for a relaxed and welcoming ambiance, or Aladdin's Cave Shisha Lounge in Mississauga for an authentic Middle Eastern vibe.

6. Health Considerations: Debunking Myths and Understanding the Risks of Shisha Flavours

The Facts About Shisha and Health

While enjoying shisha is a delightful experience, it's important to be aware of the potential health risks. Although some myths may claim that shisha is harmless, the truth is that it can have negative effects on your health. The tobacco used in shisha contains harmful chemicals and toxins that can be inhaled when smoking. Regular and prolonged shisha use has been linked to various health issues, including lung problems and increased risk of heart disease.

Managing Risks: Tips for Safe Shisha Enjoyment

But fear not! There are ways to minimize the risks and still enjoy the occasional shisha session. First and foremost, moderation is key. Limit your shisha consumption and avoid becoming a daily smoker. Additionally, choosing herbal shisha or nicotine-free alternatives can significantly reduce the health risks associated with tobacco-based shisha. Lastly, it's crucial to ensure proper ventilation in the shisha lounge to minimize secondhand smoke exposure.

7. DIY Shisha Flavouring: A Guide to Creating Your Own Unique Blends at Home

Essential Ingredients and Tools for DIY Shisha Flavouring

If you're feeling adventurous and want to explore the world of DIY shisha flavouring, you're in for a treat! Creating your own unique blends is not only fun but gives you complete control over the taste. To get started, you'll need a base tobacco, flavorings (such as fruit extracts or essential oils), molasses or honey, glycerin, and a mixing bowl. Don't forget to have some foil and a hookah on hand for the smoking part!

Step-by-Step Guide to Crafting Personalized Shisha Blends

Once you have your ingredients gathered, it's time to unleash your creativity. Start by mixing the base tobacco with your chosen flavorings, then add a small amount of molasses or honey for sweetness and moisture. Next, incorporate glycerin to enhance smoke production and smoothness. Mix everything thoroughly, ensuring all ingredients are evenly distributed. Let your blend sit for a while to allow the flavors to meld together, and voila! Your personalized shisha blend is ready to be enjoyed.

8. Conclusion: Embracing the Sensational Shisha Flavours and Culture in Toronto

Toronto's shisha scene offers an array of tantalizing flavours and unique experiences. From exploring downtown hotspots to discovering hidden gems in the suburbs, there's something for every shisha enthusiast. However, it's essential to be mindful of the health risks associated with shisha and make informed choices. Whether you choose to indulge in the vibrant shisha lounges or try your hand at DIY blend creations, embrace the delightful flavours and culture that shisha brings to the multicultural tapestry of Toronto. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the journey through this sensational world of shisha!

8. Conclusion: Embracing the Sensational Shisha Flavours and Culture in Toronto

As we conclude our exploration of the sensational shisha flavors in Toronto, it is clear that this cultural phenomenon has captured the hearts and taste buds of many. From traditional blends to innovative fusions, the diverse range of flavors available in Toronto's shisha lounges offers something for everyone. However, it is important to approach shisha smoking responsibly and be mindful of the potential health risks associated with it. Whether you are a seasoned enthusiast or a curious newcomer, embracing the vibrant shisha flavors and culture in Toronto is an experience that promises to delight the senses and create lasting memories. So, grab a mouthpiece, inhale the tantalizing aromas, and immerse yourself in the captivating world of shisha.

FAQ:

1. Is shisha smoking safe?

While shisha smoking can be an enjoyable experience, it is important to be aware of the potential health risks associated with it. Shisha smoking involves inhaling smoke, which contains harmful toxins and chemicals. Prolonged and frequent shisha smoking can lead to various health issues, including respiratory problems, heart disease, and oral health issues. It is advisable to approach shisha smoking responsibly, in moderation, and be mindful of the potential risks.

2. Can I customize my own shisha flavors?

Absolutely! One of the exciting aspects of the shisha experience is the ability to customize your own flavors. Many shisha lounges offer the option to mix and match different flavors to create your unique blend. Additionally, you can also experiment with DIY shisha flavoring at home using essential ingredients and tools. It's a great way to unleash your creativity and discover personalized flavor profiles that suit your taste preferences.

3. Are there any age restrictions for shisha smoking in Toronto?

In Toronto, the legal age to purchase and consume shisha varies depending on the jurisdiction. Generally, the legal age for shisha smoking is 19 years old, which aligns with the legal drinking age. It is important to adhere to the local regulations and guidelines regarding age restrictions for shisha smoking to ensure a responsible and legal shisha experience.

4. Can I enjoy shisha flavors without smoking?

Absolutely! If you are interested in experiencing the delightful shisha flavors without smoking, many shisha lounges offer alternative options such as shisha-infused cocktails or mocktails. These beverages incorporate the essence of shisha flavors, allowing you to indulge in the taste sensations without the smoke inhalation. It's a great way to explore the flavors and enjoy the social aspect of shisha culture without partaking in smoking.

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