#this is pineapple chunks not banana chunks

[thecanvascreature]

Do you have any LORE for Fruit-taurs?

Yeah I have a few things to share about them :3

- Fruit-taurs can be pretty much any fruit (blueberry, orange, pineapple, etc)

- they are dog-like

- Their shell is usually just one giant fruit (for example, a giant blueberry on their back, or like the pumpkin in the evil split drawing) OR their shell can be the peel/skin of a fruit rolling up into a shell-shape (like how split’s shell is)

- Fruit-Taurs are NOT edible, if you bite and chew, the taste is disgusting and unbearable to keep in your mouth any longer. If you try to consume you’ll just immediately throw up

- this ^^ also hurts the fruit-taurs a lot, but in a few days the missing chunk regenerates

- Fruit-taur’s diet consists of various meats, sometimes dirt, more dirt, vegetables, and fruits (like how split likes bananas on her pizzas ^_^)

- Fruit-taurs eating fruits is not considered cannibalism

- how fruit-taurs are born: they are all born different based on their type of fruit. Banana fruit-taurs start from a banana, and sorta “sprout” out of the peel. Banana ones are often born in bunches, meaning they have siblings, very rare for banana fruit-taurs to be an only child. Berry fruit taurs are sorta the same, though it’s like an egg, they crack out of the berry, feet first into the world, then usually pop their heads out a few minutes later. It’s crazy stuff

- FRUIT-TAURS LOVE FETCHING !!!!! Usually if they have heated arguments someone will yell “BALL” or “FETCH” they immediately stop and are like “omg I WANT THAT BALL!!!!” And they throw it but it ends up making a whole crowd (including the one who threw it) to go after it

- fruit-taurs are crazy

- they love wagging their fruit tails!!!!!!!!

#:3 #split #ask + response #regretevator

[siriuslygay1981]

Regulus likes strawberry ice cream (or mint, like a freak) ICE CREAM SANDWHICHES!! Usually eats in a cone or a cup

Remus likes chocolate or cookies and cream ice cream. He eats straight out of the tub

Sirius likes vanilla with toppings(gummy bears! Sprinkles! Chocolate syrup!) He also likes ice cream w/peanut butter. Bowl cuz of all the toppings!

Lily likes banana splits ( with pineapple and strawberries and all the messiness 🤤) bowl cuz how u gonna eat a nana split in a cone? Exactly.

Pandora likes strawberry or Napoleon! Strawberry in a cone and Napoleon in a bowl! No specific reason why, she just likes it that way

James...James is an ice cream monster. He likes all of them and makes a mountain of scoops. Chocolate, cookies and cream, sherbet, vanilla, strawberry and it's always falling over. If he likes it a scoop will be added to his bowl/cone. His cone never survived so he has to put it in a cup/bowl mostly if he wants a bunch of flavors. On days he puts a few flavors he uses a cone tho!

Peter likes sherbet or vanilla! In a cup. Oh he loves drumsticks too!

Evan likes coffee tasting ones, like with layers! Or bubblegum cuz he's nasty! He eats it out of the tub ofc! Gelato.

Barty likes mint. But! He redeems himself, he likes those ice cream with chunks in it. Like waffle cone chunks, brownie chunks, cookie dough chunks! He also eats out of the tub bc who even serves it in a bowl.

Dorcas is a frozen yogurt girl IDK. She likes black cherry or raspberry! And in a cup ofc. She likes coffee ones as well!

Marlene eats twix ice cream bars or Luigi's shaved ice!

Mary loves the birthday cake one. I don't make the rules, she's obsessed. She likes ice cream cake too! Chocolate mostly Cheesecake ice cream.

Can you guess who I am in this?

#marauders era #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards from the 70s #harry potter marauders #hp marauders #marauders #marauder era #the marauders era #the marauders #incorrect marauders era #marauders headcanon #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #pandora rosier #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #ice cream/fro yo hcs of the . marauders bc i just ate some ice cream #bet you cant guess which one i am #also pandora likes fro yo too but shes obsessed with strawberry ice cream #marlene mckinnon #mary mcdonald

[jolenie]

+ ˚｡⋆ 𐙚 ˚ ABOUT JOLENE

+ ˚｡⋆ 𐙚 ˚ BASICS

# stage name : JOLENE [ 졸린 ]

# birth name : Jolene Cho

# korean name : Cho Jihyun

# nicknames : jojo, lene, jiji

# birth date : september 13th, 2003

# zodiac sign : virgo

# birthplace : toronto, canada

# hometown : downtown, toronto, canada

# residing in : seoul, south korea

# nationality : canadian - korean

# ethnicity : korean

# languages : english , korean (first languages), french, spanish

#mbti : enfp

+ ˚｡⋆ 𐙚 ˚ PHYSICAL

# height : 172 cm / 5'7

# piercings : 2 lobes, left helix

# tattoos : back, right upper arm

# blood type : ab

# face claim : yves - ex loona

# voice claim : kim lip [ korean ] , beabadoobee [ english, french, spanish, no accent ]

+ ˚｡⋆ 𐙚 ˚ CAREER

# profession : idol, model

# group : enhypen, soloist

# group positions : vocalist, dancer

# representative emoji : 🦢

# solo fandom name : jolovelies

# training period : 1 year 6 months

# company : SM entertainment [ 1 year ] , HYBE [ 6 months ]

# final rank : #4

+ ˚｡⋆ 𐙚 ˚ FACTS

# jolene has 2 brothers [anthony 2000 & caleb 2002 ] and 1 sister [ angelina 2006 ]

# her favourite colors are light pink and white.

# she was scouted after participating in her schools talent show, performing 'What is Love?' by TWICE with her friends.

# her eyesight in her right eye is worse than her left

# she dislikes bananas and she is allergic to most seafood [ shrimp, lobster, fish, etc. ]

# her favourite foods are miso ramen and bún bò [ vietnamese meat soup ]

# she says she often goes out to convince stores with sunghoon and riki at night to get snacks

# her favourite ice cream flavour is orangé pineapple

# jolene is a fan of LOONA, Red Velvet, and IZ*ONE.

# she was a special MC at sbs gayo daejeon 2023 with RIIZE's anton

# her favourite season is summer

# she is scared of thunderstorms & doesn't like jumpscares in horror movies

# her favourite drink is dragonfruit mango juice with lemonade & dragonfruit chunks

# her favourite genre of music is shoegaze

# she had a band [ named julie ] in highschool with two of her friends, you can still find their music on spotify

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagine #kpop dr #enhypen addition #kpop shifting #kpop added member #enhypen dr #enhypen shifting #enhypen female addition

[jiminrings]

michelin aka chef!jin sneak peek :D

Jin can’t lie to you to save himself.

He can’t lie to you in the same way that he bought your engagement ring one month before the supposed proposal and he’d felt so guilty from telling you he went to get groceries instead of going to the jewelry store, he shook you awake on the same night and asked you to marry him with your eyes barely open.

He can’t be dishonest to you like that time you went down a color analysis video marathon on your phone and just blindly agree that brassy tones suited you, so your fiancé’s way of telling you that you are not the expert that you think are is by booking you a personal color analysis consultation the next day.

Jin can’t tell anything but the truth to you. You’re both his strong suit and his vulnerability, therefore taking lying off the table because he’ll literally feel sick if he does. It’s the very reason why just after days of having his contract finalized, all with the precautions of how he shouldn’t go around telling everyone, he finally comes to you with the news. 

“I’m getting my own food show!” Jin ambushes you as soon as you wake up, his very own squeals serving as your alarm on your day-off. You perk up at the news quickly, getting your own excitement in before he continues. “I wouldn’t say own-own because I’m doing it with Taehee, but still!”

If you didn't think you could be any more awake, you do now.

You feel more alert than ever at the mention of Taehee, a name you’ve heard countless of times working in the food industry, but rarely from Jin himself. You never thought you’ll hear it coming from him again, of course — after all, there’s no sense in talking about your ex no matter the context.

There’s a turmoil that starts in the back of your head because if you think hard enough, you’ll recall that Taehee had appeared in your mind despite not being explicitly mentioned during your silly little perilla leaf debate from days before. You didn’t want your friends’ words to get into your head, but in hindsight, everything they���ve said had long infiltrated your brain.

Jin senses the conflict brewing in the furrow of your brows but he mistakes it for something else, going soft at the thought that you’re already thinking this far ahead.

“I have to step down from the restaurant for the time-being but that’s a given, no?” he strokes your cheek, the smile on his face made to be assuring for you. It doesn’t, however, because in your head that’s already too far gone on the slippery slope of Jin and Taehee’s onscreen reunion, your fiancé just raised another inconvenience that you overlooked.

You agree with as much grace as someone who’s been rudely awakened. The knot in your throat doesn’t get fully untangled even when you speak, drowning out your words even to your own ears. “Yeah, yeah, of course. You can’t juggle being the head chef of a Michelin-starred restaurant and hosting your show with uh, with your fellow Michelin-starred… ex, right?”

Jin hums at that, partially out of amusement. He’s not exactly annoyed per se; it’s just that he didn’t anticipate your second thought after congratulating him was to pick out that tidbit.

The problem, however, is that it’s not a tidbit. It’s a catastrophically large chunk in the event that he’s laying out to you. It’s a slice of watermelon contaminating a bowl of cubed pineapples. It’s a banana in a smoothie overpowering every other ingredient. You’re beyond happy for Jin and no one can take that away from you — it’s just that Taehee, being the breathtaking detail that she is, can’t be ignored.

“I think the word would be chef, Y/N.”

“You got it, chef,” you swallow a sarcastic hum, testing out the words in your tongue. “Say, does Taehee-…”

Jin inhales through his teeth, his smile wide yet not as welcoming. He corrects you, albeit a little disappointedly. “She’s kinda your superior even outside of the kitchen,” he reminds you of the use of honorifics and your lack thereof, even if you recall that he’d never done it with his friends before.

You blink once, twice at the correction, the sharp inhale that he had given you seconds prior making you release your exhale that’s much, much slower.

“Oh, okay. Thank you for reminding me, Chef Seokjin,” you comply but not without making a dig at him first, foregoing your initial annoyance for sincerity instead. “Does Chef Taehee know you’re engaged? And it just happens that it’s to me?”

He doesn’t know whether to be amused or to be annoyed at your jealousy. Jin swears he pictured in his head that him breaking the news to you would be a happy event. He didn’t exactly see in his vision that the happy in the event would last five minutes before it turned into an interrogation.

“It hasn’t really come up yet, so no. I don’t exactly make our relationship status as an icebreaker to anyone and everyone,” he answers, raising a hand when he sees another thought form in between your brows. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

You soften at his awareness towards the unexplainable unease you have brewing in your head, deflating in comparison to his posture. “I trust you, Jin. It’s just that-…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain to me. I get it,” he shrugs, the smile on his face small yet sincere. “I mean, if roles were reversed and you were me and I’m you-…”

The reminder of your gap between you and your fiancé is enough to make you tune out, unaware you’re even doing it until you hear his parking words. He’s the Michelin-starred chef and you’re the line cook. You both finished the same culinary course, but it’s clear which one of you had reached further with it. He’s only three years older than you, but the things that he achieved at your age trump everything you’ve accomplished throughout your whole career.

You and Jin aren’t equals. You’ve never been and you probably never will. Him and Taehee are the closest to being equals as it can get, but the difference is that she’s his ex and you’re his fiancée. 

“I’d cheer you on for having your own show. Even if it happens that you share it with your ex.”

Jin looks to you with the same sincerity he had in his eyes when he shook you awake to propose, all because he hated lying to you, so you know he speaks the truth now.

“Okay,” you relent, squeezing his hand. “Just promise me it won’t get in the way of wedding preparations, alright?”

“I promise, I promise,” he assures you, embracing you in his warmth once more until his phone rudely vibrates against you, making him spooked. He takes one look until he bounces back, already fumbling out of the bedroom door. “Whoops. Gotta go. We need to meet with the producers.”

You trail after him with a snort, wanting to atleast walk him out of the garage and into the driveway after you perhaps spoiled a little of his good news. Jin lets you because he can’t say no anyways, laughing at how you’re barefoot on the pavement from the abrupt turn of events.

“Where are you going? The office is that way,” you ask in confusion, more invested at the way Jin’s seemingly forgot his usual routes overnight than the way the pavement digs into your feet.

“Oh, I know. I was just gonna pick Taehee up because she said her car’s getting fixed,” he shrugs like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and the conflicted look on your face attests that it’s not. He sighs, darting out his hand in front of your face to snap you out of your daze. “We’re exes, we’re professional, we’re engaged, and I’m cooking you dinner tonight! You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

You’re placated for the most part, seeing Jin off with a smile as you take your time to get back in the house.

You’ve got nothing to worry about, you convince yourself as you settle back in, checking your phone out of curiosity.

You’ve got nothing to worry about, you desperately convince yourself as you search his ex and click the first article that you see.

Kim Taehee; full-time Michelin-starred chef, part-time car enthusiast  — Say, what’s in Chef Taehee’s apron besides her trademark knife skills and the contract to her food reality show with Chef Seokjin? The keys to her five cars, of course.

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EEEEEEEEEEEEE A JIN FIC!!! it's one of my fave pieces that i've ever written and if u ask me (n my patrons), it's a fic with a new-ish style compared to what i usually do!!

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[billetwoes]

Food! Headcanon Smoke (Tomas Vrbada)

Just some food headcanons that have been "stewing" in my head for our Friendly Neighborhood Wholesoome Sidekick!

Rated: PG-13, mentions of alcohol and "Sex on a Beach" drink

Words: 932

-As an Earth Realm Protector, Tomas had been billeted by different hosts from all over our world during various missions that take place in different parts of the world.

-Tomas is always appreciative of homecooked meals prepared by his billet hosts because he understands that it takes valuable resources, time and effort, especially if it is evident that the billet family is poor. There’s nothing more delicious than a homecooked meal made with love.

-He eats a lot of vegetables and loves them! Tomas appreciates vegetables prepared in different ways: salads, roasted vegetables, pureed as a soup, battered and fried, as snacks, you name it. Authentic Mexican tortillas and nachos with a lot of salsa with juicy chunks of tomatoes, bring on the vitamin C!

-Tomas also eats a lot of fruits, his favourite ones being apples, oranges, grapes, stone fruits, pineapple, mangoes, and any fruits that are both sweet and tart, especially if crunchy. He doesn’t mind bananas, melons, berries and local fruits from different countries and will eat them when offered.

-Tomas doesn’t mind smoothies, but doesn’t normally consume this, since they weren’t available during his time in the Lin Kuei, and currently in the Shirai Ryu.

-Tomas’ favorite thing to eat is stew. It reminds him of his childhood days as a hunter, as his mother often cooked stews for him and his sister. Got a pot roast in the slow cooker, he’s game! Make sure that there are a ton of veggies in that Crockpot, and he’ll appreciate that. Happen to have a large Dutch oven of Osso Bucco in the oven, he’s inwardly drooling and counting the minutes until he can get his mitts on a bowlful of that tender beef shank on top of creamy polenta and topped with gremolata! Got some chicken or pork adobo and rice, he’ll take seconds! Got a big bowl of Caldo de Res (yes, I know it’s a soup), it’s gone in no time. In a mood for some comfort food, he’ll gladly accept a bowl of scouse made with lamb. Got butter chicken on coconut rice, yes, please! :D

-If a billet host can or is well off, Tomas loves being treated to different restaurants. If a billet host has recommendations and is enthusiastic to take him to a popular spot, Tomas is always happy and appreciative to go with. From a popular hole-in-a-wall noodle shop to a lively gastropub on a game night to a Michelin Star restaurant in an upscale part of downtown, he loves being exposed to different culinary experiences. Tomas always has a great time bonding with his billet families this way, and they always enjoy hearing about his stories and adventures.

-Tomas won’t eat anything that isn’t well-cooked or under cooked, not out of rudeness but for his own safety. If there is anything that is pungent in a bad way, he’ll try it once in small quantities, but that’s it. If an animal that is being butchered is illegally acquired and slaughtered in an inhumane way, Tomas wants nothing to do with it.

-It only takes only a few occurrences for Tomas to learn to have a sack of snacks or MRE’s, courtesy of Johnny Cage’s connection with the US army.

-Just because Tomas must keep a certain physique doesn’t mean that he can’t enjoy any foods and beverages that are “less” healthy. Having been to different parts of the world has made him acquainted to the popular fun foods. If he’s in Canada, he must have some poutine with those squeaky cheese curds! If he’s in the Southern US, bring on the fried chicken with biscuits and gravy! If he’s in a Southeast Asian country, the street food offers a ton of options: try the fish balls on sticks, various fresh seafood cooked fresh, and shaved ice desserts, to name a few! If he’s in the Middle East or in the Balkan region, Baklava is a must!

-Tomas can generally hold his liquor and knows his limits. His alcoholic beverage of choice is beer, specifically the beloved pilsner. It must be the Czech in him or the fact that men can generally metabolize alcohol faster, or both, that he’s able to put away a lot of beer. In fact, Tomas is one of the few that can out drink most of the Earth Realm protectors.

-If Tomas is offered wine or Prosecco with some dinners, he will accept 2-3 glasses. He rarely drinks hard liquor, but if with a culture where it is customary and polite to accept a drink from a billet host, he will. He’s had quite a few tequila shots in his life.

-At one point, Tomas had been curious about Jello Shots at one point. Tomas enjoys them if he’s with younger members of billet families that offer them, especially when he can enjoy the more adventurous drinks like Sex on a Beach, Long Island, AMF (Ooof!), Ceasar, and other creative concoctions with no names. Tomas has also taken a liking to Baileys, by itself or in hot chocolate.

-Tomas has a sweet tooth. Ice cream, gelato, and popsicles are consumed in large quantities. He likes mini fruit tarts and cakes in general, especially Japanese sponge cakes with strawberries and light whipped icing. Anything matcha will always be welcomed, be it as tea, in cakes, ice creams, and anything creatively sweet.

-Tomas loves chocolate bars and protein bars. He also loves cookies and Nutella on fresh bannock. Have options of snacks in a basket, and that completes his billeting experience with you :D

#tomas vrbada #mk1 tomas vrbada #mk1 smoke #smoke #mortal kombat #mk1 earthrealm #mk1 #food #foodie

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

#asks #sandwich rating #anon sandwich sub(mission)

[rainydetectiveglitter]

🌟 The Healthy Choice: Plain Yogurt and Greek Yogurt Over Flavored Yogurt Introduction 🌟

Yogurt is a versatile and nutritious dairy product that has gained immense popularity among health-conscious individuals. While the yogurt aisle at your local grocery store may offer a rainbow of flavors, it's essential to understand why plain yogurt and Greek yogurt stand out as the healthier choices. In this blog post, we'll delve into the reasons why opting for plain yogurt can be a smart move for your health.

Minimal Added Sugar: One of the most compelling reasons to choose plain yogurt is the absence of excessive added sugars. Many flavored yogurts on the market contain high levels of added sugars, which can contribute to weight gain, increase the risk of chronic diseases, and disrupt blood sugar levels. In contrast, plain yogurt allows you to control the sweetness by adding natural sweeteners like honey or fresh fruits, keeping your sugar intake in check.

Probiotic Power: Yogurt's reputation as a gut-friendly food is well-deserved, primarily due to its probiotic content. Probiotics are live beneficial bacteria that promote a healthy gut microbiome. Plain yogurt, whether regular or Greek, tends to contain a broader spectrum and higher concentration of these probiotics compared to flavored counterparts. These friendly bacteria aid digestion, support the immune system, and may even impact overall well-being.

Versatile and Customizable: Plain yogurt provides a blank canvas for culinary creativity. You can tailor its taste to suit your preferences by adding a variety of ingredients, such as fresh berries, nuts, seeds, or a drizzle of pure maple syrup. This versatility ensures that you can enjoy a different yogurt experience every time you consume it.

Lower Calories and Fat: If you're watching your calorie and fat intake, plain yogurt is the way to go. It typically contains fewer calories and less saturated fat than flavored alternatives. You can relish the creamy texture of Greek yogurt while maintaining better control over your dietary choices.

Healthier Ingredients: Plain yogurt is a purer form of yogurt, containing just two primary ingredients: milk and live active cultures. In contrast, flavored yogurts often include artificial flavorings, colors, and preservatives. By opting for plain yogurt, you're choosing a simpler and cleaner ingredient list.

Weight Management: Due to its high protein content, yogurt, especially Greek yogurt, can be an excellent ally in your weight management journey. Protein keeps you feeling full and satisfied, reducing the likelihood of overindulging between meals.

When it comes to yogurt, the choice between plain yogurt and flavored yogurt is clear. Plain yogurt, whether it's traditional or Greek, offers superior health benefits by providing you with control over added sugars, a broader spectrum of probiotics, versatility in taste, and cleaner ingredient lists. By making this simple swap, you're not only taking a step toward better health but also opening up a world of delicious, customizable yogurt creations. So, the next time you reach for that yogurt container, remember that plain is not boring—it's a smart and healthy choice!

🌟 Dressing up your Greek yogurt or plain yogurt can turn a simple snack or breakfast into a delicious and satisfying treat. 🌟

Here are some healthy and tasty toppings and mix-ins to consider:

Fresh Fruits: Add sweetness and natural flavor with fresh fruits like berries, sliced bananas, diced mangoes, or chunks of pineapple. The combination of creamy yogurt and fruity goodness is delightful.

Nuts and Seeds: Boost the texture and nutrition by sprinkling a handful of chopped nuts (e.g., almonds, walnuts, or pistachios) and seeds (e.g., chia seeds, flaxseeds, or pumpkin seeds) over your yogurt. They provide healthy fats, protein, and a satisfying crunch.

Honey or Maple Syrup: A drizzle of honey or pure maple syrup adds a touch of sweetness without resorting to processed sugars. It pairs wonderfully with Greek yogurt's tanginess.

Granola: Crispy granola clusters are a classic yogurt topping. Choose a low-sugar or homemade granola to maintain a healthy balance.

Nut Butter: Swirl in a spoonful of almond butter, peanut butter, or cashew butter for added creaminess and nutty richness. It's a fantastic combination with sliced bananas.

Dried Fruits: Chop up dried fruits like apricots, raisins, or cranberries to infuse your yogurt with a chewy sweetness.

Cinnamon or Nutmeg: A sprinkle of ground cinnamon or nutmeg can add warm, comforting flavors to your yogurt.

Vanilla Extract: A drop or two of pure vanilla extract can enhance the overall taste of your yogurt, making it feel like dessert.

Coconut Flakes: Toasted or untoasted coconut flakes provide a tropical twist and delightful texture.

Dark Chocolate Chips: If you're in the mood for a touch of indulgence, add some dark chocolate chips for a hint of sweetness and chocolatey richness.

Spices: Experiment with spices like cardamom, ginger, or cloves for unique flavor profiles.

Savory Options: Don't forget that yogurt can go savory too. Try adding chopped cucumber, fresh herbs, a pinch of salt, and a drizzle of olive oil for a refreshing, savory yogurt bowl.

Fruit Compote: Top your yogurt with a homemade or store-bought fruit compote or jam for a burst of flavor.

Mix and match these toppings to create a variety of yogurt bowls that suit your taste preferences and dietary needs. Whether you prefer a sweet, savory, or balanced flavor profile, dressing up your yogurt can make it an exciting and nutritious part of your daily diet.

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[fattofitsure]

1-week meal plan for weight loss

Here's a 1-week meal plan to help with weight loss. Remember to consult a nutritionist or healthcare professional before starting any new diet plan.

Day 1:

Breakfast: Greek yogurt with berries and a sprinkle of granola.

Snack: Carrot sticks with hummus.

Lunch: Grilled chicken salad with mixed greens, cucumbers, and cherry tomatoes.

Snack: Apple slices with almond butter.

Dinner: Baked salmon with steamed broccoli and quinoa.

Day 2:

Breakfast: Oatmeal with sliced banana and a drizzle of honey.

Snack: Celery sticks with peanut butter.

Lunch: Quinoa and black bean stuffed bell peppers.

Snack: Handful of mixed nuts.

Dinner: Grilled shrimp with asparagus and a side of brown rice.

Day 3:

Breakfast: Scrambled eggs with spinach and feta cheese.

Snack: Fresh berries (strawberries, blueberries, or raspberries).

Lunch: Turkey and avocado wrap with whole wheat tortilla.

Snack: Cottage cheese with pineapple chunks.

Dinner: Baked chicken breast with roasted sweet potatoes and green beans.

Day 4:

Breakfast: Smoothie with spinach, banana, almond milk, and chia seeds.

Snack: Cherry tomatoes with mozzarella cheese.

Lunch: Lentil and vegetable soup.

Snack: Sliced pear with cottage cheese.

Dinner: Stir-fried tofu with mixed vegetables and brown rice.

Day 5:

Breakfast: Whole grain toast with avocado and poached eggs.

Snack: Orange slices.

Lunch: Grilled vegetable and feta cheese salad.

Snack: Rice cakes with light cream cheese.

Dinner: Baked cod with sautéed spinach and quinoa.

Day 6:

Breakfast: Cottage cheese and pineapple smoothie.

Snack: Baby carrots with tzatziki sauce.

Lunch: Chickpea and vegetable curry.

Snack: Watermelon cubes.

Dinner: Zucchini noodles with marinara sauce and lean ground turkey.

Day 7:

Breakfast: Chia seed pudding with mixed berries.

Snack: Edamame.

Lunch: Spinach and strawberry salad with grilled chicken.

Snack: Grapefruit slices.

Dinner: Baked tilapia with roasted Brussels sprouts and wild rice.

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[liz-allyn]

heat of the moment, pt 4 - it's a wonderful (horrible) life [tasm!peter x reader x groundhog day au]

summary: the five stages of grief, times infinity. angst; fluff; humor; final destination vibes; and yes this is in tribute to my favorite episode of television ever written - "mystery spot"

words: 7.6k

warnings: death. a lot of it. repeatedly. in this chapter: tw gore, blood, burns, smut (but not really graphic), references to drug and alcohol abuse, references to sex, body horror, s*lf h*rm, su*c*de

a/n - I know I promised this would be done in 4 parts, but once I hit this word count I decided that we needed a break. whooops sorry.

STRONG CONTENT WARNING: SELF H*RM - SEE END OF CHAPTER FOR DETAILS.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

“You’re in what now?”

“A time loop.”

Peter sat slack-jawed across from you at a diner booth. The restaurant was humming with the hustle and bustle of the breakfast crowd, filled with chatter from diner patrons and the smell of freshly roasted coffee. You pitched your fork into a short stack of peanut butter and chocolate chip banana pancakes, topped with whipped cream. And birthday sprinkles, because why not. 

Scooping the sugary chunk into your mouth (which really resembled a cake at this point), you moaned a noise that would’ve normally gone to a primal part of Peter’s brain. Instead, he was distracted by the side dishes of strawberry and mascarpone French toast, a “breakfast burger” featuring Portuguese linguisa sausage and muenster cheese, and a “Tuesday special” skillet of bacon mac and cheese featuring two over-easy eggs and thick-cut pork belly slices marinated with paprika and brown sugar.

You reached over to take a sip of your caramel-drizzled, iced coconut latte, then waived your fork to signal your waitress. The plump, red-haired woman wearing a traditional diner dress and apron approached your table with a cheery smile.

“How’s everything, darlin’?” she grinned warmly. She had a “friendly aunt'' vibe about her that you adored. At least that’s what you told Peter when you insisted on coming here for breakfast. Or whatever this “feast” was called.

“Oh, it’s sublime, Doris,” you gushed with a charming flutter of your lashes. 

Peter considered for a moment that he hadn’t heard the waitress mention her name before. 

You add with a singsong voice, “But I think my boyfriend and I would like to try something refreshing. Something fizzy...” You pick up the menu and scan over it quickly, although you already knew it by heart. “How ‘bout a beer?” You glanced at Peter. “I could go for a beer, how about you? With orange juice, maybe? A beer-mosa?”

He lifted his brows in surprise, stumbling over his response. “Uh... it’s... like... nine in the morning?”

“Ah, of course,” you respond sheepishly, then flick your eyes back to Doris. “I’ll take a Bloody Mary, then.”

The waitress nodded, somewhat impressed with your bold, Tuesday morning audacity, but said nothing as she turned to leave.

“Wait!” you called after her. “Actually, make that a Bloody Maria. Jalapeño-infused tequila. Top shelf. Please.” You punctuated your sentence with an endearing wink, and Doris might’ve respected you even more as she headed for the bar.

Now left alone, Peter surveyed the table incredulously, masking his concern. He glanced down at his plate, thinking he was overindulging himself by ordering the $21 avocado toast. As if you could read his mind, you pushed the plate of pancakes towards him.

“Have a bite of this,” you insisted, before slamming back the iced latte and emptying the glass. “I’ve got another short stack of pineapple upside-down pancakes coming.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I thought you were allergic to pineapple?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, licking whipped creme off your fingers. “Not the worst way to go.”

“Wait a sec. Can we just— rewind it back... to the—”

“Time loop,” you supplied. You scooped a bite of the cheesy macaroni onto your fork and leaned across the table, directing the fork towards his mouth. “Open,” you said— an endearing order.

With a blush, Peter opened his mouth as you fed him the bite. “Soi’m jus’ confoosed...” he mumbled through the gooey food, “s’you’re sayn moo’ve w’ived ‘dis day mef’fore?”

“Yes, we’ve had this conversation before. Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you gently admonished. “It’s a dumb way to die.” You reached over and took a massive bite of your burger, chewing thoroughly.

“A time loop,” Peter repeated, thoughtfully. You could hear the sound of his signature skeptical smirk, usually right before he makes a reference to... 

“Like in—?”

“Groundhog Day,” you finished. You then added, pointedly, “Which—frustratingly, doesn’t even bother to explain why Bill Murray’s in a time loop in the first place! I mean, how stupid! How can you just not have an explanation like that? Is it a gypsy curse? Is it aliens? Is it the goddamn groundhog? Who knows! Complete bullshit.”

He batted his head from side to side, considering your perspective. “Um, well, I mean...  it’s... not a documentary?”

“Well, it did have some good pointers,” you replied, signaling to the buffet spread across the table. “Like—it doesn’t really matter what I eat,” you stated with a bit of pride. “I don’t need to exercise. Ever.” You picked up a slice of French toast and shoved it in your mouth, savoring the creamy mascarpone. “I don’t even need to brush my teeth. Or floss. It doesn’t matter how much sugar I eat. I’ll never get a cavity.” You took a strawberry in your fingers and sucked the delectable mascarpone from the fruit before popping it in your mouth. “I don’t even remember the last time I shaved.” You couldn’t help but sound giddy in your nonchalance. “The other day I even tattooed my face. It was awful. But then I woke up and it was like it never happened!”

“Wait, when?” Peter blinked at you, overwhelmed with confusion.

You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t getting it. He’s not getting it.

You turn to Doris as she brings a highball glass with a Tajin-seasoned rim, filled with red liquid and ice. “You’re an angel, Doris,” you fawned over the glass, raising it towards her in a toast. “We’re going to need some boxes. Like ten of them. Please?”

Doris nodded dutifully and was off again. You glanced at the tall glass, removing the straw (a choking hazard, at this point), and brought the rim to your lips, tilting your head back. Peter gawked as he watched you gulp down the tequila cocktail in mere seconds. You exhaled a spicy breath, your tongue burning, the acid surely searing the lining of your stomach. It would kill you, eventually. But not today. Probably.

“We gotta run,” you told Peter, who was still struggling.

“I agree,” he replied with a more serious tone. “I know I’m supposed to be paying attention right now, but honestly—”

You took your index finger, swiping it through the whipped cream on your plate, and dragged the digit through your lips. You locked your eyes on him, teasing him as he absorbed the lewd gesture with an open mouth. 

“You’re realizing that watching me shove stuff in my mouth gets you hard?” The finger slips out of your mouth with a loud pop. 

He blinked. His face turned pink. Brain shorts out. “Uh.. how did you—?”

“The same way I know that I can make you lose your mind beneath this table before she comes back with the boxes,” you wink at him fiendishly. 

He blinked again. Several times.

“But not today,” you cheekily wink. 

You moved briskly down the sidewalk as the sounds of the city rang out around you. Peter watched as he followed, hurriedly, with a stack of takeout boxes piled up to his chin. He noted that you were swift, but not rushed. You moved down the street like a dancer, every step choreographed. You seemed to know where you were going, although he didn’t have the slightest clue. When he asked, you’d only speak in riddles.

He noticed you slow down as you approached an alleyway, glancing the side of the buildings up and down. You carefully jump over a crack in the sidewalk, surveying the uneven surface, and avoid crossing beneath the ladder of a fire escape, before coming to a stop near a dumpster. 

Peter spotted an elderly woman, hair in disarray, wearing a tattered, stained overcoat several sizes too big. Her once-pink fuzzy slippers were caked with months of mud. She held the lid of a garbage dumpster open, peering down at the options inside.

“Morning, Gina,” you greeted her pleasantly as if you’d known her for years. The woman was startled as she turned towards you. You took one of the styrofoam takeaway boxes off of Peter’s hands and offered it to her. “Here you go, still nice and warm. I asked them to put clean utensils inside, and one of those little hand sanitizer wipeys. Bon appetit!” 

The woman took the box of hot food with a cautious expression but was quickly entranced by the delicious smell.

With a kind wave, you were off again. Perplexed, Peter glanced back and forth between you and the woman, leaving her with a kind smile and nod, then promptly returned to your side.

“Nice lady,” you remarked, continuing on your path down the sidewalk. Your eyes darted from corner to corner, thoroughly scanning the busy street. “You know she used to be a concert pianist?”

“Okay, slow down—you’re not giving me all the details here,” Peter anxiously pleaded, confused by your actions all morning. “Why does it seem like you know... everything?”

“I’ve been down this road before,” you sigh. “Figuratively and literally.”

Before Peter can respond, you place a protective hand on his shoulder, slowing him to a stop. Your eyes lifted towards the sky as you stopped near an active construction site. He glanced over at you, your eyes fixed warily on the scaffolding of the half-built tower. He heard you groan with frustration. In an instant, you took off in a different direction towards the front gate of the construction site. Peter followed you, watching carefully, as you march towards the foreman.

“Excuse me!” you harshly shouted as you approached. The foreman, who was in mid-phone conversation, glanced over at you, baffled and annoyed at your interruption. You reached up and took the phone right from his hand. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you snapped, pulling his phone away. Eyes widening with alarm, Peter hurried towards your side immediately, placing himself between you and the foreman.

The foreman sized you up from head to toe indignantly. “What the hell—?”

“No phones on the lot when heavy machinery is in motion!” you admonished, pointing to the cherry picker parked nearby. 

The foreman glanced over at the hydraulic crane and its operators, then sneered at you with a side-eye. He shifted on his feet, planting his hands on his hips, fixing you with a ‘now-look-here-little-lady’ look. He sighed deeply, “Ma’am—”

“Don’t ma’am me,” you sneered, putting a finger in his face. “My name is OSHA and I’m your worst fucking nightmare, ‘kay? And where’s your hard hat, asshole? What is this? Amateur hour?” 

The man’s face began to flush, with either anger or embarrassment—Peter wasn’t sure. 

You pointed up towards the scaffolding, continuing your rant. “You got one guy up there not wearing his harness the right way, not to mention the toolbox next to the leading edge! You need a tape measure or something? Three feet is three feet!”

The foreman took a step backwards, glancing around with embarrassment as your tirade drew snickers from his crew and curious eyes from pedestrians. Peter held his tongue uncomfortably as you shoved the phone into the foreman’s chest.

“Here’s your phone back,” you spat. “You might wanna call somebody in who knows how to run a goddamn construction site. Maybe Bob the Builder.” You took Peter by the elbow and marched away, leaving your stunned, thoroughly-eviscerated victim behind. 

(You hadn’t an ounce of sympathy for him. You’d been eviscerated. Fuck his fragile masculinity.) 

Peter followed your lead, letting himself be pulled by you. And for the first time in his life, perhaps—experienced what it felt like to feel dumb. 

He stuttered incredulously, “What in the—?”

“Did you know a penny dropped from a high enough distance can lodge through your skull?”

“I... am... so confused right now.”

“It’s okay, it’s hard to understand, I know,” you explained. “You’ll get it.” Peter turned towards the bright yap of a corgi pulling on his leash towards you. “Don’t make eye contact,” you gravely warned. 

“What?”

“Eyes on me,” you ordered, alarmed dread in your voice. “Don’t engage. Don’t make eye contact. Gouda can’t see you if you don’t move.”

With a quirked brow, Peter followed your instructions, despite how baffling they were. The both of you stood motionless, staring at each other, and avoiding looking at the dog as it dragged his owner down the street. Once it was safe—whatever that meant—you moved towards the sidewalk curb, pausing for a five second count, then proceeded to walk across the street.

“Bug, you’re really starting to freak me out,” he called after you, trailing behind you in more ways than one. “Now if what you’re saying was even possible, which it isn’t, because it would break every law and notion of what we perceive as physical time that’s ever been theorized—”

Your eyes narrowed on a tall, stone-chinned, moderately-handsome young man with gelled-over hairplugs, wearing an expensive camel wool coat over a finely-tailored suit. He marched forward in the opposite direction, as he approached you and Peter on the sidewalk. 

“Uh huh....” you replied, only half-listening.

“I mean, science fiction aside, time loops don’t just happen, because that would suggest that time is a linear construct anyway, when it’s actually more of a fifth-dimensional, state of reality—”

Your wealthy target held the latest smartphone device outwards in his hand, while wearing a bluetooth earbud in his ear, while simultaneously shouting into the speakerphone for everyone to hear, “—swear to fuckin’ god, you can tell McKinsey to shove it up her cunt. Tell her I said that! Tell her she can shove the whole SEC up in her cunt and get fucked! She wants a hostile fuckin’ takeover, then we'll go to war—”

Idly, you sidestepped and slammed into his shoulder as he passed. Despite the bump and the overwhelming stench of cologne and sweat, you kept walking without making eye contact. From your periphery, you saw him spin on the heel of his leather soles and hiss in your direction. “Fuckin’ watch where you’re goin’, yeah?!” he bellowed, with an aggressive tone that was enough to make Peter puff up his chest. 

You saw your boyfriend begin to engage and you calmly intervened. “Don’t bother,” you shrugged.

“Tough guy, eh?” Peter called after the man. “He’s a prick!” His voice echoed and was loud enough to be heard by the offender. It didn’t matter, as the stranger was already marching along to concern himself with more important things.

When Peter turned back to you, you were holding a thick wad of hundred dollar bills. Proudly, you pocketed the cash. 

“Did you just steal that?” Peter exclaimed, scandalized.

“No...?” you replied, somewhat offended by the completely accurate description of events.

You thought he’d break his neck by how taken aback he was. “Really?”

“You gonna arrest me?” you snickered deviously. Peter stared at you, open mouthed. “Now’s your chance!” you added playfully. 

He watched as you sprinted ahead of him, bounding towards two uniformed, New York City police officers strolling out of a bakery. Lost in their own world, in the middle of a lively conversation, they were on their way towards their parked police cruiser when you called out to them.

“Oh, my god, Officers! Officers!” you breathlessly wailed as you rushed towards them. The hairs on Peter’s neck stood up as he witnessed your dramatic performance. You looked flushed, with tears coming to your eyes, chest heaving and breathless. The two cops—the rookie Officer Cage and the more senior Officer Conner, stopped mid conversation as you approached them.

You threw yourself at Officer Cage, pressing your full chest into him and fluttering your lashes above your distressed eyes. The younger officer looked down at you, flustered, and shot a nervous glance towards his partner.

Peter stood back with a brow raised as Officer Cage attempted to keep his hands visible as you threw yourself at him. “Please, you’ve got to do something!” you declared, sounding like you were on the verge of hyperventilating. Cage began to sweat.

“Alright, just calm down, ma’am,” his more senior partner ordered. “What’s the matter?”

You gripped Cage by the collar, so distraught you struggled to stand upright. Anxiously, the rookie cop fought the urge to grab you by the hips to steady you. 

Peter did not like it at all.

“You’ve got to do something!” you repeated, fanning your face with your fingers as tears threatened to break through. “There’s a-a man at the con-construction site back there!” Still holding Cage’s body towards yours, you turned and pointed down the street in the direction you and Peter had just come from. The officers followed the end of your finger, past a food delivery truck being unloaded into the bakery. They angled their heads around the truck to see your line of sight. “There's a worker who’s dangling from a rope! He’s going to fall!” 

Cage and Conner glanced at each other with growing alarm, and they both took off down the street towards the site of the impending trouble. You watched them go with a self-satisfied smirk. It technically wasn’t a lie if it hadn’t happened yet.

Peter watched the officers rush off, then turned towards you with a mix of confusion and annoyance. His eyes grew three times bigger as he saw that you had Cage’s pistol in your hand. 

You dutifully disabled the weapon like a seasoned pro—unloading the magazine, ejecting the first bullet from the chamber, and smashing the firing mechanism against the edge of a metal garbage can, before tossing the weapon down a storm drain. The bullets you took with you, pocketing them right next to the cash.

“Who the hell are you?” Peter exclaimed, barely able to speak coherently. “When did you get so terrifying? How did you learn how to use a gun?”

You responded with a careless shrug. “You should see the other way I unload it. It’s way more fun.”

Peter stood speechlessly as he looked down at you, with a disappointed tilt of his head that did the same.

“Hey, I’m not the bad guy,” you retorted, offended by his apparent judgment. “Trust me. That cop needs a few more hours of training time on the range— not to mention years of therapy— to address some deep-rooted childhood trauma.” 

Peter looked back over his shoulder past the delivery truck, sizing up the retreating officer. 

“And that Wall Street Douche?” you added. “The only reason he was carrying that cash for was to buy some cocaine party favors for a big ‘rager’ tonight. I mean, what better way to celebrate a successful insider trading payout, amirite?” You used haphazard air quotes to match your cruel tone. “Too bad he doesn’t know the coke’s laced with fentanyl. Guess you shouldn’t try to cheap out on your drug dealer.” Your boyfriend stared at you, his brow furrowed. “I just saved that guy’s life!” you spat pointedly, with a bravado tone, your voice bellowing throughout the busy street. “Him and the Blockchain Gang.”

You retrieved the roll of cash, holding it up for Peter to see. “Let’s just call this a ‘thank you’ for my service.”

“So that’s it? That’s what you think saving lives is about? That’s what it means?”

“Everybody dies, Peter,” you sneered coldly, shoving the cash back in the pocket of your coat. “Who cares what it means?”

He gazed at you with tight lips, jaw locked in place. “I do,” he softly replied, after several long moments. His face was elongated with a sour expression. “I care.”

A long beat passes as you stare at him—the poor, pitiful fool— and you remember that he hasn’t seen what you’ve seen. By contrast, you haven’t survived in the same way he has. You recalled the way death has been a constant presence in his life. Between the death of his parents, his surrogate father, and his high school sweetheart, grief was just a condition of his being.

You breathe a heavy sigh, and recognize that while you may not be the bad guy, you are an asshole. 

Dying was making you bitchy, and there were few things that could adjust your attitude when it soured. Your eyes land on the parked police cruiser, and they lit up like a Christmas tree.

“You wanna fuck on the hood of this cop car?” you grinned deviously, as if you were suggesting something as innocent as swiping an extra handful of Halloween candy.

He leveled a stone-faced, deadpan look at you.

Your devilish smile only faltered slightly. “No?” You tried to reel it in, sombering yourself. “Some other time, then.” Displeased, he rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, still carrying the pile of takeout boxes in his long arms. You gritted your teeth and groaned. 

He doesn’t get it, you thought. “Peter, just wait up.” 

He paused.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You kick your toe into the sidewalk. “I just feel like... like maybe— We shouln’t take all of this too seriously, y’know?”

“All of what? Life?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, but agreeing with him doesn’t ease his growing frustration. “I just think that in the grand scheme of things, none of this matters.” The ‘this’ you were referring to was all around you. It was everything. Everyone. All the days had become the same, and every event in them—including your death—had bared the same dreadful monotony. Time was meaningless. Time is meaningless. 

He glared down at you, quirking an offended eyebrow. “How couldya say somethin’ like that?” His accent rears back to life again.

“Maybe you need to hear it,” you state matter-of-factly, with a shrug of your shoulders. “Your entire world is built on the foundation that you need to save everyone, and that’s somehow going to make the world a better place. But if any of us dies, Peter, it doesn’t matter. If I die, it doesn’t matter.”

“Shut up.” Even over the sound of traffic, you can hear the pain in his whispered reply. He jutted his finger out towards you, warningly. There’s a quiet intensity in his voice, and all the humor had drained from his demeanor. “I don’t wanna hear any more.”

“No, Peter. I’m gonna die.” You’re bold with your statement. Confident. It’s an edict. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. I don’t know if God even exists, but regardless, you’re not him.”

“Stop it,” he seethes now, inching closer to you. He looks like he’d web your mouth shut—right there in front of everyone on the street. Maybe you want him to.

There’s venom in your voice, not certain who its reserved for. But you serve it to the love of your life anyway. “You. Cannot. Save. Me.”

And it’s right about that time when the delivery truck driver emerges from the back carrying a giant sack of flour. The wind picks up, and the fine, white powder is carried with it. The cloud wraps around the both of you.

The static electricity of Peter’s dry hands across the surface of the styrofoam food containers creates a spark. The dust cloud in the air ignites, a fireball erupting in midair. The grease-soaked food containers go up in flames, reduced to a burning pile in seconds. Peter is stunned, dropping the burning food containers on the sidewalk, and now you both are alarmed by the burning pile. Both of you start kicking at the fire, in order to put out the flames, but it just creates more of a flaming mess. 

The embers of bacon-soaked styrofoam fan up and catch on your coat. You’re quick to recognize it, and shed yourself of the garment just as it starts to burn. You slink it off your shoulders and drop the coat to the ground, just as Peter renders a stunned look of horror on his face.

He gazes up at you over the small bonfire, amazed beyond belief. “Time loops are real?” he squeaks out.

At about that time, the bullets in your pocket ignite in the flames. It sounds like popcorn— if it were made in a steel vat with the volume turned up about 100 times. 

Peter flinches at the sound. You jolt as your body becomes riddled with bullet holes, tearing through your flesh like swiss cheese. 

You were getting warmer. And colder. You followed his line of sight down and gaped at a whirlpool of crimson torn through your chest. You watched your life force drain out of you, spilling onto your feet and across the floor. 

By far, the most nightmarish of visions was the dread you saw in Peter’s eyes. 

You watch. His light extinguishes. Swallowed up. Drowned in anguish. Cue darkness. 

TUESDAY, 7:00am

Your eyes popped open as you were viciously ripped away from the darkness. Music invaded your ears, your senses assaulted by a toe-tapping tune.

“It was the HEAT of the MOMENT...”

The ceiling. You stare. Still. Motionless.

Your eyes sting with tears that are fighting to be shed. Some days it’s harder than others to keep them back. 

“Mornin’, Sunflower!” 

He pokes out his head. His expression naive. Serene. Joyful. Alive.

You wonder how many times you have to die before you’ve evolved. 

Before you devolve. Into something less than human.

You glance over at Peter. Despite being half dead, your heart flutters at the sight of him. A glowing freckled face. Sparkling amber eyes. A beautifully-mischievous smile.

His smile.

“We need to talk,” you respond quietly. His expression falls, confused. “Take me somewhere with a nice view?”

It’s quiet on the roof of the high rise that overlooks Central Park. You appreciate the view, and how the sun hits the vertical, towering, puffy clouds just so, threading golden rays of sunlight into their indigo plumes.

It’s not Peter’s first choice, but there’s a rainbow out and you can see it better from here than from the Empire State Building. 

There was something poetic about rainbows, you’ve come to decide. Something about a pattern of refracting light, laid out into a pathway that could only be seen if you’re in the right place at the right moment. You chuckle quietly. Rainbows really are magical.

Peter paced anxiously beside you, muttering a monologue, mostly to himself. It didn’t bother you much. He would get this way, and you found that his nonsensical mumbling actually soothed your nerves. Almost like a white noise machine.

You sat on the rooftop listlessly with your back against a wall. Your eyes would follow him sometimes, lids heavy with apathy. 

By contrast, Peter was a livewire; synapses firing, his eyes alight as they tabulated variables and ran through formulas. He looked like one of those internet memes with greek letters and roman numerals circling his head, rummaging through the endless, note-scribbled index card catalogue of his mind on quantum mechanics and chaos theory. 

It was exhausting. 

You wished that he would just sit down next to you, so you could rest your head on his shoulder again. Maybe close your eyes and sleep. 

Dying was exhausting.

You continued to watch him dig a trench with his Spidey-clad boots. You considered not saying anything at all this time. Then, you opened your mouth, “Pe—”

“I’ve got it!” Peter said triumphantly, with a ‘eureka’ vibe. He turned to you, his amber eyes glittering with hope. “It all makes sense now. The temporal loop limited to less than 24 hours. The blatant disregard for the Novikov self-consistency principle—”

You rolled your eyes.

“This all sounds like that presentation from last winter at Horizon Labs!” Peter blurted out, half still talking to himself, mostly. “Who was that guy? He was theorizing the possibility of quantum computation with a negative delay—”

“You know I have no idea what you’re saying, right?” you deadpanned.

“Time travel!” Peter explained. “He was talking about time travel! I bet Horizon is tied up in this time loop thing somehow. That-that guy must be behind this—”

“What guy?”

“Agh,” he gripped his head, squeezing his eyes shut, “what was his name? The chunky guy with the mullet? That guy!”

You nodded your head once. You knew exactly who he was referring to. “Grady.”

He pointed an index finger at you. “Yes!” Then, he paused, letting his arm drop. “Wait, how do you know—?”

“It’s not him,” you declared simply, picking at your nails. 

“What do you mean it’s not—”

“It’s not him.”

“How do you know—?”

“Because we asked him. Interrogated him. Ripped his research apart. Tore Horizon Labs down to the studs, and it wasn’t him. Same with Oscorp. Tricorp. Alchemax. They’re all busts.”

He locked his jaw, looking down at the ground, fingers digging into his hips. “You know, this smells like Quentin Beck—”

“Not Mysterio either.”

His shoulders dropped. “Okay. Then what about Fisk?”

“Nope.”

“Kraven, then.”

“Not Kraven,” you shook your head. 

Peter bit his lip, gritting his teeth, his frustration building. “How can you be so sure?” he argued. 

“Time loop, remember? Nothing changes, Peter. Ever.” You shrugged your shoulders and picked at your nail again, bored. Or did you shrug your shoulders and pick at your nail? Time was meaningless at this point. At every point. “This isn’t a problem you can solve by punching it.”

“You know what—you’re right! I can’t,” he spat, indignation hot. “I can’t solve any problem! Not with your attitude! Or would it actually kill you to try to be helpful?

You chuckle again, without lifting your eyes from your cuticle. “That was a good one. New.”

“Is there something funny about this to you, huh?” he raised his voice, shutting you up. You look at him, seeing a fury in his eyes he usually reserved for someone at the end of his interrogations. You stilled your movements under his steel gaze. 

Way to go. You pissed him off. Again.

“You’re telling me that you’re gonna die today,” he glowered darkly, voice thick with aggrevation. “Why are you acting like this is a fucking joke?”

“No,” you sigh regretfully. “No, I’m… I’m sorry. Look—please. Let’s not fight this time.”

“This time?” he snapped. “Stop saying that! Stop saying that you’ve had this conversation before!” He leaned in, pointing down at you in the way he does, veins bulging in his neck. ”Stop saying that you’ve lived this day before!” He lowered his voice, but lividness still punctuated his words. “I’m sorry,” he spat viciously “if this is getting repetitive for you, but for me this is a goddamn nightmare and you’re telling me I can’t do anything but—”

He stops. Chokes on the words. “No,” he declares, more calmly but with the same resolve. “Not gonna happen.” He wags his long finger, shaking his head furiously. “I won’t watch you die.”

It is an edict. You unpurse your lips. “Peter,” you softly, tenderly try to argue, “you can’t—”

“I’m trying to save you!” his voice erupted from his throat. He sounds so angry. So much anger in him. Angry and betrayed. “Why won’t you let me?” he pleaded.

“What’s your plan, huh?” you question. “Take on every bad guy in the city at once?” You take a beat, dropping your frustration back down to a manageable level. You add, bitterly, “I’m not gonna let you massacre everyone at Ryker’s Island in some futile attempt to save me!”

“Seriously?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. “What makes you think I would ever do something like that?”

You remain still, your brow furrowed. Eyes locked on his. 

“Because you have.”

A beat passes as he just stares at you, struggling to understand. Your voice was now quiet. Nothing louder than a whisper, and dark with a cold absolution. You take no satisfaction in being right. 

You swallow on a dry throat. “It’s not Grady, not Beck,” you explain with a little more sensitivity. “Not Fisk. Not Toomes. Not Kraven. Not Lin. Not any of your enemies.” He blinked at you, and you watch his heart sink. “I know that because you killed them. All of them. And it didn’t make any difference.”

Your words settled in like a snake slithering into his bedsheets. He watched you, as if he was waiting for the punchline. Dread filled him as he realized there wasn’t one. Your word choice echoed in his mind. Face paled. Eyes glazed. A shudder ghosted down his spine. 

Massacre.

Then you saw it. There was that look. He was terrified again, of what you’ve come to realize was perhaps his worst enemy: The monster he was capable of becoming. 

Massacre.

Your eyes said it all, and then you watched him shift to his next reaction. All of this a rerun of an episode you’d seen before. 

He looked sheepish. Exposed. Embarrassed. He didn’t know where to place his eyes. You could see he was running the math, scoping the variables. Calculating. Formulating the most likely outcome.

How far gone would he have been to do... ? 

How crazy, out-of-his-mind...? 

—Not only to be capable of that savagery— but to let you see it?

He would have to be mad, he decided. Absolutely unhinged. 

Forget having occasional commonality with his enemies. Forget being the un-Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Forget not “pulling his punches.”

His jaw locked in place, lips curving downwards. He looked like he swallowed glass. It would be a volatile mix. A fatal combination. Absolute power, meeting absolute desperation. Resulting in his absolute corruption.

Massacre. Everyone.

He looked over at you, just as you wiped away a stray glimmer of a tear. You cursed yourself for letting it slip this time, but it’s too late. He saw it, and now he knows. You’ve witnessed him do the horrific. Unforgivable. Unimaginable. 

Tears formed in his eyes too.

He could imagine it. If he was desperate enough. 

If it meant that he could save you.

You shook your head somberly, as if you could read his thoughts. Maybe you could, he wondered. To him, this day just kept getting weirder.

He pulled his gaze away from you, and that’s when the cable snapped. He’s overwhelmed by a deluge of cries. You watched him grab his hair and pull, the bridge of his sanity buckling and collapsing under grief. 

He turned his face towards the skyline, letting out an animalistic noise. A yowl. Something between a groan and a scream, erupting from his soul and threatening to break through his teeth. 

Now he’s getting it, you think. 

It never hurts you any less, no matter how many times you watch it.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, your voice as gentle as a lullaby. You know if you try to touch him, he’ll wrench himself out of your hold, as if he can imagine blood already staining his gloved hands. “It doesn’t always end like that. With anger.”

He lifted his gaze but refused to look at you. He stared at the city, thinking. Deciding.

“No,” he replied, barely above his breath. “It doesn’t have to end like that.” His calm puts you on edge. When he finally turns towards you, a renewed energy puffs up his chest. Fire in his eyes. 

“But it’s gotta end some way, right? Some time?” 

He sounds lighter, with a callous laugh in his tone. 

You don’t like it at all. 

He leaned back, standing straighter. “So we just end it now.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“Both of us,” Peter explains grimly, with a dangerous resolve. “You go, I go.”

You stare at him, taking measured breaths. It’s important not to overreact here, you try to remember. You purse your lips, then began your objection, “Peter—”

“If you’re right about this—” he cut you off curtly, “—if there’s nothing I can do to save you— then none of it matters!” 

His eyes were furious and razor-sharp, he pointed at you as if to silence your protests. As if his mind is already made up. Chest heaving. His eyes fall to his wrists, and without a second thought, he claws at them. 

You quietly observe. He ripped the small web shooter devices from his wrists, crushing the watch-dial-looking machines in his palms with a crunch. He carelessly tossed them aside.

“How ‘bout that?” he spat, glaring at you challengingly. As if you were somehow responsible. You’re hurting him again. You always do. 

You try to keep still, frowning as you watch him. Your stomach twists.

He glanced back at the edge of the roof, before stepping up on the ledge, peering anxiously down at the street below. Even for a superhuman, eighty stories is enough to crush him. You already were familiar with the sensation, but it’s not worth bringing up right then.

“It’d be over quick,” Peter called to back you with a tense shrug of his shoulders. “Straight shot down from the side. I’d be Jell-O in six seconds!” 

The callousness of his voice tears a new hole in you. He’s being more cruel than he intends to be—you know that. He can’t help it. But it still hurts to hear. 

You should be used to the pain by now.

His anger has given way to determination. He wants to provoke the gods. He wants the universe to open up and make this day never happen.

You’re motionless. Watching. Eyes glued to the crimson logo on his back. A symbol of everything opposed to what he’s saying now. That heavy fucking spider. It never left him. And never will leave. It clings to him, like a parasite. Like a Grim Reaper, trailing death behind.

He lowers his head, and the careless facade starts to crack. A quiet sob escapes his lips, betraying him. 

“There’s no saving me if there’s no saving you,” Peter declared, his voice buckling. Breaking.

You consider how this never gets any easier. Witnessing the undoing of a person. Their unmaking — a murder while their heart is still beating.

Tears form in your eyes as you mourn him. “That won’t help you, Peter.”

“What won’t help me?” 

You gazed at him, just shy of forever. Not nearly long enough. 

“Bargaining.” 

He glanced back at you, confused.

You swallow back your upset, finding your voice. “It doesn’t always end with anger,” you explain tenderly. “There’s the whole spectrum. Denial. Bargaining.” 

The corners of his mouth pitch down again, and he turns away from you, gazing sorrowfully at the street below. 

“You never go through with it, Peter,” you softly add. “Because that’s not who you are. Because you know it doesn’t change anything.” You speak up, loud, and clearly enough for the words to resonate with him. “It doesn’t make the world better. Having it go on without you.”

The tears return to his eyes, full force. Big, fat tears that threaten to drown him. 

It’s time for you to stand. Your arms ache to hold him again, and it’s just about time for him to let you. Like the pull of a magnet.

“The pain you feel—the grief,” you explain, taking soft steps towards him, “I can’t imagine how awful it is. There aren’t any words. There’s nothing I can say that’ll make things make sense. Or make it feel like it’s all a part of some plan.” 

You tread close enough to fall into his shadow, peering up at him as he gazes down at you like a statue of disdain, weeping furious tears. 

“All I can say is that I’m sorry. I wouldn’t wish that agony on anyone.” You glance down at the busy avenue, cars and headlights moving about like ants. A fitting description of life outside of your timeless bubble. 

“I wish it was me instead of you,” you declare, and it is the first time you’d done so. “If that makes sense.” You feel that familiar throb in your chest as you gaze up at his towering form. “I wish I was the one that had to be left behind.”

“Don’t.” 

The gentle word slips from his lips, like a prayer. Like a crack in a dam. He shakes his head slowly, peering down at you. 

His eyes beg. “Please, don’t...” 

You reach your fingers out towards him, gathering his defeated hands into yours. Pulling him down from the ledge, he folds immediately, collapsing into your grip. He falls to his knees. Arms around your waist. He sobs into your belly, unleashing furious, wretched cries.

“Please, don’t leave,” he sputtered, shoulders shaking. “I won’t do this again. Please, I can’t...”

Again. It shatters your heart to know he’s not talking about last Tuesday. You bite your tongue, choking back a sob, your fingers carding through his hair. 

You don’t say it, but this is the last stage that you get to witness. Pure despair. Unrelenting and unkind. 

You don’t want to tell him that you’ve seen him like this so many times. Just yesterday you saw it — was it two Tuesdays, or two hundred Tuesdays, or twenty years of Tuesdays? 

You don’t know. 

Time is meaningless. 

Except that it always ends with despair. Just shy of the final, blessed stage of acceptance that you wish for once you could catch a glimpse of.

But that kind of thing only comes with time — time you don’t have. 

Except when it resets.

You let him cry into your flesh and you know that eventually, he’ll scoop you up in his arms and carry you gently back to the apartment. And when you get there, he’ll use a backup pair of web shooters to seal you inside of your home. 

When you protest, he’ll web you inside of your room. To the bed, maybe. 

He’ll say it’s the only way he can protect you, if you’re trapped in there, with every inch of space covered in the rapidly-dissolving, steellike cable he’s spun. 

He’ll apologize, but he’ll say it’s for your own good.

You don’t mind. It gives you a few more minutes together.

Before a fire starts in one of the outlets in your room. The web catches quickly. It’s like dryer lint.

Or it’s carbon monoxide, his web having cut off the flow from the furnace. That way hurts less.

Or maybe it’ll be quick. Like the time you realized your fire extinguisher was faulty, and ended up with a handle lodged in your chest. 

Time is meaningless. You have all the time in the world.

You close your eyes tightly, squeezing him to your body, just as the low rumble of thunder echoes in the low-hanging canopy of clouds above.

TUESDAY, 7:00 am

“It was the HEAT of the MOMENT…”

“Bug, you’re really starting to freak me out,” Peter grinned with a light chuckle, moving in tandem with you in more ways than one. 

The two of you strolled down the sidewalk. The mid-morning crowds parted around you. In one hand, Peter held a paper bag at his side, stuffed full of takeaway boxes. In the other, he held tightly onto yours — devotedly, with a deep passion, and lightheartedness of a man enthralled in love. Filled with hope for the future. Blissfully unaware of how this day would inevitably end.

“Now if what you’re saying was even possible—which it isn’t, because it would break every law and notion of what we perceive as physical time, that’s ever been theorized—”

“Maybe it’s not a science thing,” you replied, even though you still were wildly unfamiliar with the physics of his discussion, you were sober enough to follow his logic. “Maybe it’s just fate.” 

“Babe, c’mon, everything is a science thing,” Peter countered. He spoke coolly and calmly, confident in his musing, comfortable in this element. “Science is everything. The real question is: what’s the inciting action? There’s not a single outcome in physics that’s attainable without some kind of initial source. I mean, that’s basic. That’s Newton.”

“But remember Nana Manners?”

“Right,” he nodded his head, recalling how you’d mentioned your great-grandmother earlier that day. He grinned, teasing, “Your crazy great-grandma told you she could see the future when you were a kid and now you think you’ve inherited some kind of clairvoyant superpower?” 

You shoved him playfully.

“Hey, I’m just sayin’! Who are you gonna believe?” he turned to you with a charming smirk. He sparkled like a diamond in the sunlight. “Me, or a fortune teller?”

You barked out a laugh. “I actually did go to a fortune teller first,” you remarked.

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “No, you didn’t!” he giddily laughed. “What? Which one?”

“All of them. Well, all the ones in the boroughs that I could find, anyway.”

He took a moment to measure your words. “Geez,” he replied, taken aback. “How many Tuesdays have you had?”

“Who knows,” you laughed. “Enough to know that the fortune teller in the Village—the one from the commercials—has a fake accent and her husband’s cheating on her with someone who runs the crystal shop down the street.”

Peter snorted, amused. “Wow,” he remarked. “Wonder why she didn’t see that coming.”

You froze. Peter stopped walking when you did, turning towards you, unaware of why you stopped. He gazed at you, the adoration in his eyes cooling into concern.

You feel every goosebump on your body rise. Hair standing on end. Fingertips tingling. A sharp sting at the back of your neck. A shift, not just in your center of gravity, but in your soul. Your pulse quickens. Eyes wide. Chest tight.

“Bug?” he asked, wary of the way your face paled. 

Ten millenia of evolutionary instinct passed down through your DNA was buzzing. Whirring. Screaming at you, even.

If you could imagine feeling “the tingly sense” that Peter spoke about—his mysterious enhanced ability—this must be it. 

The question dawns on you:

Why hasn’t Peter’s ever worked?

Continue to Part 5

CW DISCLAIMER - Strong cw for su*c*dal ideation and discussion, as well as sensitive themes about death. The ideas expressed in this chapter are based on a science fiction scenario, by characters who are not of stable or sound mind. If you or someone you know is having difficult thoughts or experiencing a mental health crisis, please reach out to somebody because you're not alone. Dial 988 from any phone in the U.S., or go to 988lifeline.org

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[caprice-nisei-enjoyer]

Fruit review: fruit salad from my local supermarket

There's too much going on here. I love fruit salads, but this has convinced me that if I want one I should make it myself. This fruit salad has chunks of watermelon, regular melon, honeydew, pineapple, mango, strawberry, grapes, blueberries, and one fruit that I can't identify. They're all worthy fruits, but I want to focus on each one individually! This is a riot of flavors.

I think my ideal fruit salad is 3-5 fruits that I like a lot. Melon is an entirely marginal fruit, and simply omitting it (and honeydew) from this salad would have improved the coherence of the dish significantly. Pineapple is also a good candidate for the sideboard on account of the fact that it's too flavorful and acidic. A few chunks of pineapple can really liven up a meal, but once you've cut open a pineapple you're bound by its oath, and you have to use it before it starts hungering.

I'm dreaming of a simple fruit salad with strawberries, blueberries, and slices of banana. That would be balanced and artful! And you can iterate on it, because anything you add to it will stand out instead of getting lost!

There's also the question of the fruit I can't identify. It's glassy and red like a ripe watermelon, but without the sweetness or flavor or fiber of a watermelon. It tasted like kind of a non-entity. I'll have to see if I can identify any flavor the next time I have this.

#fruit review

[intothewings]

Hi! Sorry if this is annoying, I’m shy and didn’t want to come off anon.😭 but I’be been following you for so long and love your blog. I’m going solo to Hawaii in February and I’m curious about what foods you think I should try? Thank you in advance. 🌴

Hii! You are not bothering me, thank you so much for following my page!<3 I will just share the things I like to eat and you can keep what sounds good to you. :)

I mostly eat Borinki food at home, which is Puerto Rican-Hawaiian fusion cuisine. I have some favorite fusion restaurants, but I'd rather not publicly disclose their names. If you're interested, I can share them with you privately!

Other than that I like

Manapua: steamed bun stuffed with filling, you can get pork, chicken, fish, sweet beans, veggies, sweet potatoes, or a mixture. My favorite are the spicy chicken and sweet potato or the plain vegetable from Sing Cheong Yuan, it’s a Chinese bakery in Honolulu.

Spam Musubi: spam sushi!! It’s two pieces of fried spam, usually teriyaki flavor, with sticky rice in the middle and wrapped in nori seaweed. I go to Musubi Cafe Iyasume, they have a few locations on Oʻahu and a variety of flavorful spam marinades and condiments from scratch. I get the teriyaki spam with avocado, they are $3 each!

Huli Huli Chicken: chicken marinated in soy sauce, brown sugar, ketchup and pineapple juice. Really good and flavorful, most times this is the chicken that goes into the Manapua with veggies. I like it best that way.

Hawaiian chow mein: regular chow mein with light teriyaki sauce. I eat it with pickled pineapple and coconut shrimp. You can get it at almost any food truck on Hawai’i for 10-15$, they give a big serving with lots of vegetables. I always have leftovers.

I also like Lo’i Feke, which is Tongan🇹🇴, not Hawaiian but you can still get it on Hawai’i.😋 It’s tender chunks of octopus that get made with coconut cream milk and red or white onions, then cooked in an umu, which is a Polynesian earth oven. It’s often served with sweet potato or yam and I get a tortilla.

Furikake Mix: You can get it at snack shops and sometimes 7-11. It’s a sweet and salty baked mix with chips, cereals, pretzels etc and tossed with soy sauce, butter, and furikake rice seasoning (fish flakes, salt, herbs and seaweed)

Sweets

Fruits!!!: lots of fruits that you can’t really find on the mainland. It’s probably like 50% of what I eat, I’m obsessed with Haleʻiwa Bowls too when I have time to get there, or else I just make my own smoothie bowls. For fruits I love starfruit, abiu, dragonfruit, lychee, longan, mangosteen, passionfruit, star apple. Most fruit stalls/groceries have regular fruits too like apple, tangerine, banana, mango, plum and pear. I make korean hwachae once or twice a week if I’m home, which is a bowl with chopped fruit, milk and a carbonated drink. I do strawberry or banana milk+wild bill’s cream soda and put in lavender and hibiscus flowers for antioxidants! It’s my favorite thing to eat!

Fruit Sandwiches: I go to Mana and get the strawberry banana Oreo sandwich or blueberry marmallow sandwich. I eat them on the beach all the time.

Shave ice: Like a snow cone but 100 times better. I’ll eat any flavor any time any day lol. It was started by Japanese immigrants but there’s so many varieties now because all of the different ethnic groups. My favorite is my grandpas recipe from Puerto Rico, it’s made with Coquito, cinnamon, sweetened condensed milk, fresh strawberry syrup and a sweet Polynesian spice blend!

Haupia: coconut jelly pudding dessert or coconut cream jello bar. It’s a firm jello texture and served in a square.

Butter mochi: like a Hawaiian blondie with butter and coconut.

If you're on Hilo side, go to Three Ladies mochi! They make the cutest mochi and they taste better than in Japan in my opinion.

This is just stuff I like to eat. I rarely eat fish or red meat. I don't advocate for the consumption of raw fish, like poke, oysters, squid, or sea urchin like uni/kina, as it tends to make people unwell. Personally, I avoid ingesting raw meat, fish, or sea creatures myself because of parasites and intestinal worms. 😬

You'll discover way more cuisine from Polynesia and Asia once you get here! I suggest trying hole in the walls or food trucks for the most enjoyable meals, they’re often more affordable than upscale establishments and a great way to support locals.

I hope this helps. Please be kind to the land and wildlife, good luck on your trip!<3 :)

[awesome-recipes101]

Hydrogenated Smoothie

1 serving

This smoothie is refreshing and healthy.  Dehydration can cause your skin to be dull but this smoothie provides hydration with the coconut water and the water from the fruit.

Ingredients

½ cup coconut water

½ cup or plain Greek Yogurt

½ cup frozen mango chunks

½ cup frozen pineapple chunks

½ frozen banana cut in chunks

2 teaspoons of Truvia (or sweetener of your choice)

Directions

Add the coconut water, yogurt, mango, pineapple, banana and truvia to a blender.  Blend until smooth and creamy.  Pour into a glass and enjoy.

Note

Adjust the sweetness to your taste depending on how sweet the fruit is.

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[thebiscuiteternal]

Recipe for "junk" fruit salad, which my mama got from a friend in the 90s, who may or may not have gotten it from the side of a Tang container, we dunno.

1 large jar each of mandarin oranges, pineapple bits, and diced pears (the kinds that use actual juice, not syrup or water).

1 large jar maraschino cherries

(Optional) 2-4 bananas

1 packet of vanilla pudding mix (doesn't really matter if it's instant or not)

3 tablespoons or 3 single packs of Tang drink mix

(Optional) 1 small bag of crushed walnuts or pecans.

Drain fruit, keeping pineapple juice in a bowl to the side.

Drain cherries, rinse, then drain again.

Mix vanilla pudding mix and tang into pineapple juice to form a sauce.

Put all fruit except bananas in a large mixing bowl, add sauce, toss.

Add nuts if desired, toss again.

Just before serving, cut bananas into chunks (if you're using any), add, and toss one more time.

#food #recipes

[useoftoysforchildsdevelop]

Fueling Your Day: 5 Delicious and Nutrient-Packed Breakfast Recipes for Weight Loss

Certainly! Here are five delicious and nutrient-packed breakfast recipes that can support weight loss:

1. Greek Yogurt Parfait:

a. Ingredients:

1 cup non-fat Greek yogurt

1/2 cup mixed berries (blueberries, strawberries, raspberries)

1 tablespoon honey or maple syrup

1/4 cup granola (choose a low-sugar option)

b. Instructions:

In a glass or bowl, layer Greek yogurt with mixed berries.

Drizzle honey or maple syrup on top.

Sprinkle granola for added crunch.

2. Avocado and Egg Toast:

a. Ingredients:

1 slice whole-grain bread

1/2 ripe avocado, mashed

1 poached or fried egg

Salt and pepper to taste

Optional: red pepper flakes for extra flavor

b. Instructions:

Toast the bread to your liking.

Spread mashed avocado on the toast.

Top with a poached or fried egg.

Season with salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes if desired.

3. Oatmeal with Almonds and Berries:

a, Ingredients:

1/2 cup old-fashioned oats

1 cup unsweetened almond milk

1/4 cup sliced almonds

1/2 cup mixed berries

1 tablespoon chia seeds

b. Instructions:

Cook oats in almond milk according to package instructions.

Top with sliced almonds, mixed berries, and chia seeds.

4. Green Smoothie Bowl:

a. Ingredients:

1 cup spinach or kale, fresh or frozen

1/2 banana, frozen

1/2 cup pineapple chunks, frozen

1/2 cup unsweetened almond milk

Toppings: sliced kiwi, chia seeds, shredded coconut

b. Instructions:

Blend spinach or kale, banana, pineapple, and almond milk until smooth.

Pour into a bowl and top with sliced kiwi, chia seeds, and shredded coconut.

5. Quinoa Breakfast Bowl:

a. Ingredients:

1/2 cup cooked quinoa

1/4 cup low-fat cottage cheese

1/2 cup mixed fruit (such as diced apple, grapes, and pomegranate seeds)

1 tablespoon chopped nuts (e.g., almonds or walnuts)

b. Instructions:

In a bowl, combine cooked quinoa and cottage cheese.

Top with mixed fruit and chopped nuts.

These breakfast options are not only tasty but also rich in fiber, protein, and healthy fats to help keep you satisfied and energized throughout the morning while supporting your weight loss goals. Remember to adapt portion sizes to fit your individual nutritional needs.

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[sweethoneyrose83]

Glamrock Ambrosia Fruit Salad:

Ingredients:

- 2 cups of mandarin oranges (drained)

- 2 cups of pineapple chunks (drained)

- 2 cups of shredded coconut

- 1 cup of mini marshmallows

- 1 cup of sour cream or Greek yogurt

- 1 cup of whipped topping (optional)

- Maraschino cherries for garnish (optional)

Instructions:

1. In a large bowl, mix together the mandarin oranges, pineapple chunks, shredded coconut, and mini marshmallows.

2. Gently fold in the sour cream or Greek yogurt until all the ingredients are evenly coated. If desired, add the whipped topping for extra creaminess.

3. Chill the salad in the refrigerator for at least an hour before serving.

4. Before serving, garnish the top with maraschino cherries if you like.

Feel free to adjust the quantities or add other fruits like grapes or sliced bananas according to your preference!

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[anabbutterfly]

Foods under 100 calories

Cup of blueberries (86)

Hard boiled egg (70-80)

Orange (72)

Cup of strawberries (53)

Cup of oatmeal (83)

¼ Cup of dried cranberries (87)

8 Baby carrots raw (35)

2 Tablespoons of hummus (60)

½ Cup of nonfat Greek yoghurt (90-100)

Cup of broccoli (31)

Cup of cabbage (22)

Cup of cauliflower (25)

Cup of celery (18)

One clementine (35)

Cup of white mushrooms (16)

Cup of cherry tomatoes (27)

Rice cake (35)

Small banana (90)

3 walnuts full (80)

10 almonds (70)

10 pistachios unsalted (40)

Cup of blackberries (65)

Cup of pineapple in chunks (83)

20 chocolate raisins (80)

4 marshmallows (90)

2 plums (43)

2 Jaffa cakes (90)

4 dates (96)

6 figs (96)

2 peaches (76)

25 cherries (100)

30 grapes (100)

½ small avocado (70)

Medium sweet potato (100)

Corn on a cob (100)

1 Red pepper (36)

10 peanuts (78)

10 hazelnuts (88)

2 Tablespoons of pumpkin seeds (100)

6 squares of dark chocolate (100)

Tablespoon of peanut butter (90)

3 large scallops (60)

100g crab sticks (100)

4 sardines canned in oil, drained (100)

20g feta cheese (37)

Oatcake (46)

Whole grain bread (65)

40g guacamole (75)

1 cup clear rice noodle soup (90)

Coconut water 250ml (45)

Popsicle (40-50 usually)

Oreo (53)

10 goldfish (24)

Sugar-free jelly "Jell-O " (10