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tbh the Richmond himbos finally getting a night off and not knowing what to do with it so they end up having a massive pillow fight in the hotel is how my attempts to hang out irl go. relatable af.
#nobody can agree on a place to go#an activity to do#what to eat#so we all just end up doing whatever#usually it’s the randomest thing#Ted Lasso
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I'm not hungry, yet. But I will be. But I have no idea what I want to eat for supper.
Even when running through my mental catalog of my go-to foods, none of them interest me.
And this seems to only happen with supper! Occasionally lunch, but that's rare. Breakfast, I am good to go!
But supper? No clue.
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#veganism#regenerative farming#human digestion#what are humans meant to eat#what should I eat?#what to eat#food#fake meat#species appropriate diet
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My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚
#grey art#fan art#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel#Hazbin hotel comic#JESUS WEPT THIS FUCKING THING WAS A BEAST#BUT I LOVE IT!#hazbin charlie#hazbin alastor#Alastor#charlie morningstar#angst#hurt/comfort#whump art#I know what you people are I’m one of you!#I heard your cries for more angst and I aim to please!#also good excuse to use clip studio more#I only bust that out for something special#now let’s do something else! like eat!
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Have you been there?👀 #korea #seoul #omurice #오무라이스 #외국인 #한국 #foodie #foodlover #foodporn #tiktokfood #foryou #fy #fyp #foryoupage
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
#idk what to tag this#worldbuilding#writing fiction#historical fiction#fantasy#a real-life example: my dad (a pediatrician) was once entrusted with the care of a baby who was born with a rare condition#this was in a place without great hospital/medical access and anyway they were going to fly the baby over#and he specifically asked them to bring the mother and baby#they show up with baby and...the baby's uncle#and he was like. y'all. do you think I asked for the mom to come just for fun??? We don't have formula here. what is the baby going to eat?
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What to Eat with Hummus for Weight Loss?
What to Eat with Hummus for Weight Loss? If you’re on a journey to shed some extra pounds, you might be wondering what to eat with hummus for weight loss. Hummus, a creamy spread made from chickpeas, tahini, lemon juice, and garlic, is not only delicious but also packed with nutrients that can support your weight loss goals.
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#workout#health and wellness#nutrition#exercises#health#vitamins#weight loss diet#weightloss#weight loss exercises#weight loss#hummus#what to eat
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#michelinguide2023 #wheretoeat #seoulfoodguide #whattoeat #seoul #seoultravel #seoulkorea #seoultrip #koreanfood #southkorea
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Make-love in Rain
written by Chakriya PHOU
The rain was falling.
A boy was sitting under the tree. Next to him was a younger boy. Next to the younger boy, it was another boy, smaller than him. After the smaller boy, there was a girl, about the size of the first boy’s size. She was carrying a baby, about six months old. All of them were wet.
The girl covered the little baby with a scarf. Once in a while, she looked at a bush that was not far from the tree.
Behind the bush, there was chatting.
“Are you sure?” A female’s voice.
“Yes. The fortune teller told the husband and wife that own that shop to have a kid next year, then they will become millionaires. I already searched. Husband’s birthday is the same as mine and wife’s birthday is the same as yours,” a man’s voice.
“Then hurry up.”
The rain continued for several minutes. Then it stopped.
A few seconds later, a limping man and a woman came out of the bush and walked towards the kids.
“It’s time to work,” he said.
“Yes, father,” the kids said, and the young girl gave the baby to the woman saying, “Mother, she cried but I persuaded her to sleep.”
The mother just nodded her head.
Following, the limping father took a lead by bringing his wife and children to the road junctions. When the traffic light was red, the family went to knock on the travelers’ cars window and asked for money.
#chakriya phou#dolphin4d#happy piglet#yaya idea#what to eat in phnom penh#what to eat#food#short story#short fiction#creative story
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i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing
#adhd#doodles#show this to your therapist instead of failing to explain it like i did#me: its like i cant control my thoughts like i was trying to think of something earlier today but#all i could think of was this giraffe eating leaves and no matter how hard i tried to focus the thought would just. replay#my therapist: what happens if you try to let the thought just play out#me: ........ i dont know but i dont want it to be there at all when im trying to do simple addition in a maths exam#10k#100k
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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess
#book 22#im verh drunk#hi#greatest hits#not really sure why this one resonated. are u all ok#is everyone just at the shiva#yall need to stop saying you arent gonna eat then in the tags#i love that a lot of you are getting beautiful things out of this#but some of yall need to know i wrote this while incredibly drunk#this isnt meant to be all that deep this is just shitty iliad posting#more comments like this is just judaism. surprise surprise im jewish#but again this isnt about sitting shiva#this is me drunk talking about the last 3 books of the iliad#idk what to tell u man
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December 11, 2023 Verse Of The Day
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#Body#Do Not Worry#life more important#Matthew 6:25#more important than clothes#more important than food#Verse of the Day#what to drink#what to eat#what to wear#your life
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Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.
The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.
You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character
#the actual animation of the wolf eating your character wasnt scary he kind of just cartoonishly swallows the character whole lol#the scary part is being pursued by him and never knowing how close he is#i remember being surprised when i first saw the game bc it was presented to me as#a fun addictive sort of game kinda like a mobile app game#and then i see it and its a horror game and the creators are just completely oblivious to it lmao#dream art#<- thats my tag for all my dream-inspired art#art#gif#photomanipulation#digital art#liminal#weirdcore#used a mix of ai photos and regular photos for this one#the ai stuff is sooooo good for recreating what a dream looks and feels like#but i didnt use it too much bc i wasnt able to get the specific photos i wanted :/#hmmmm this is vore isn’t it
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Reseña del Lago Algo
14/09/23 Emilio González Peralta
Tengo muy bien identificado cuando estoy comiendo en un lugar en el que vale la pena comer. El ambiente, los colores, la comida y el trato automáticamente te sacan de un estado de somnolencia sensorial en el que estás inmerso la mayor parte del día y te transportan a uno en donde vale la pena estar.
Una de las grandes características que en lo personal me sacan de ese trance, y me enfocan en el hoy, es el peso de los cubiertos.
Las cucharas pesadas, en un balance de contrastes, para mí, tienen la capacidad de cambiarte hasta de estrato social.
Recientemente tuve la oportunidad de comer en Lago Algo y llegué a una conclusión: es sublime. Entre la vista directa al lago de Chapultepec, la comida, el trato, sus cubiertos grandotes y pesados, y la extraña parafernalia del lugar, sientes automáticamente que estás en un lugar inspirador, un sitio donde fluyen las ideas y la creatividad. Sientes que en un sitio así las cosas pasan: se dicen más de dos “te amos” y seguro se iniciaron más de tres proyectos y por lo menos dos colaboraciones. Es un sitio en donde, encapsulado por una vibrante y ecléctica arquitectura de un Don Nadie de la mampostería y las matemáticas estructurales, se siente uno feliz desde la entrada.
El menú, al igual que la arquitectura de Lago Algo es difícil de clasificar; huye de cualquier tipo de encasillamiento y se escurre entre la inspiración, el buen gusto y la falta de pretensiones en el emplatado de sus creaciones. Por mi parte, tuve una date de aniversario, por lo mismo, si algo falto en la mesa fue la mesura, pues pedimos tres tiempos y café de altura y voy a ir describiéndolos ponderando cómo me hizo sentir cada platillo.
La entrada fue uno de mis platillos favoritos, pues constaba de un elemento sutil y casi humilde que cada vez más cocinas voltean a ver por su versatilidad y le belleza visual que proporciona al emplatado: los quelites. Pedimos un tamal de quelites que, sin exagerar, fue una cátedra de cómo la cocina simple puede ser elegante cuando se le añade consciencia y talento. Ese tamal fue una oda a las plantas de banqueta. La textura, los sabores y los colores del platillo generan una experiencia dinámica en la cual te invita a compartir con tu mesa la distinción y creatividad que se siente entre los casi cuatro bocados que te va a rendir el tamalito.
Después, pedimos un ceviche de huauchinango. Muy fresco, muy sabroso y emplatado como a mí me gusta: bonito y sin hacerle tanto a la mamada. Un buen ceviche no necesita cocos y hojas de palma para verse “bien acá”, lo único que necesita es tantito cariño, buenos ingredientes, un cocinero con al menos seis horas de sueño, un plato hondo de hala ancha como sombrero de ganadero y una cuchara grande y pesada. Este ceviche tenía una combinación muy balanceada de sabores con un aceite de cilantro que amalgamaba el sutil amargor del rábano sandía, el dulzor de la piña tatemada y el sabor a mar del huauchinango fresco. Además, al igual que el resto de la indomable y poco encasillable experiencia de Lago Algo, este ceviche era difícil de ubicarle su pedigree, pues el ácido que tenía era un híbrido entre el tradicional ceviche mexicano y la leche de tigre peruana pero no necesariamente alguna de las dos. Por lo menos ante mis no tan talentosos ojos como cocinero mamador.
Las tostadas requieren una mención aparte, desgraciadamente con la intención de no contaminar el resto de la experiencia gastronómica, ya que francamente dieron mucho que desear. Allá en Mérida, la ciudad que me dio cobijo durante mis años de estudiante universitario, a las tostadas que ya no tienen un lugar en la mesa les dicen que se pusieron sats. Vaya, aguadonas. Nombrar esas tostadas es lo más que puedo hacer por ellas, porque en contraste con tan bien logrados platillos, ellas no tienen lugar entre sus mesas y sus charolas, en especial cuando en el menú tienes más de dos platillos, entre entradas y platos fuertes, donde las tostadas son tu arma predilecta para hincarles el diente. Estaban aguadas y tenían una intención por innovar con granos y otros elementos que, si me preguntan, no hacen falta.
No quieran reinventar la rueda.
Posteriormente pasamos al platillo principal que fue más pescado, pero este venía bañado en una salsa de chimichurri de algas que en papel sonaba como una grata experiencia pero sobre el plato fue simplemente un muy rico pescado. Nada que te cambie la vida pero sin duda alguna la mejor cocción que he probado en un pescado: crocante en la piel, muy jugoso y bien cocido. Lo básico y esencial para servirse en un lugar así.
Por último, lo del final: mi platillo favorito. Un postre que visualmente puede ser intimidante, en especial porque no tiene una forma tradicional de emplatarse y puede inclusive presentar la duda más sencilla: ¿cómo chingados me como esto?
Pedí un sorbete de albahaca que debajo tenía una costra de pistache y venía cubierto en una espuma de mamey rociado con aceite de oliva. Desde antes de pedirlo yo estaba lleno, pero la simple idea de pedir algo que para mí estaba tan fuera de lo común me pareció muy atractiva. Me salió un segundo estómago solo por la oportunidad. En palabras simples, subió la barra de lo que para mí es un postre. Me hizo sentir que estaba probando una creación que involucró horas de inspiración y viajes por México para lograr amalgamar esos sabores, un chispazo de creatividad y por lo menos dos chefs que al creador de tan elegante postre le dijeran que su platillo jamás iba a pegar. Estaba probando el fruto y el éxito que solo la insistencia y el talento brindan. No solo eso, sentí que hasta probé otro estrato social, me sentí refinado y cosmopolita, y a la vez me sentí en el campo y descalzo, pisando tierra roja de la península donde se dan los mameyes como se dan las tunas en el centro del país. Fue una experiencia increíble y me inspiro a escribir, me invitó a sentir más del lugar y mandarles mis más sentidas felicitaciones.
Con respecto a los aspectos prácticos y económicos que conforman una reseña gastronómica, voy a resumirlo en este párrafo de la manera más breve y concisa que pueda: me gasté $1,500 (ish) en una comida de aniversario con mi novia foodie que salió intensamente feliz, inspirada y con un bebé de comida. Comimos tres tiempos, café, digestivo y postres. ¡It was fucking fire, cousin!
Lo último que me queda por mencionar es una métrica fría y medible que nada va con cómo te hiz sentir un lugar. Yo le daría: 10/10. Que eso tenga valor, ya será problema o virtud de quien decida dárselo. Por lo pronto me queda bien claro que volveré a ese lugar en más de una siguiente ocasión.
Gracias, gracias y más gracias.
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