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angelsaxis · 2 years

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My favorite line from this:

"...I'm not one for making teleological arguments, but I can tell you that somehow, despite our savagery, we have been over-provided for, and I believe it is a sign of love."

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Imagine cupping an Ansault pear in your palm, polishing its golden-green belly on your shirtsleeve. Imagine raising it to your lips and biting, the crisp snap as a wafer of buttery flesh falls on your tongue. Imagine the juice shooting out—you bend at the waist and scoot your feet back to prevent the drops from falling on your sneakers. . . .

Imagine it all you can, for it's all you can do. You'll never eat an Ansault pear. They are extinct, and have been for decades: dead as dodo birds. How could this happen to a pear variety which agriculturist U. P. Hetrick described, in a 1921 report called "The Pears of New York," as "better than any other pear," with a "rich sweet flavor, and distinct but delicate perfume"? The dismaying truth is that you can apply that question to thousands of fruits and vegetables. In the last few decades we've lost varieties of almost every crop species. Where American farmers once chose from among 7,000 apple varieties, they now choose from 1,000. Beans, beets, millet, peanuts, peas, sweet potatoes, and rice all have suffered a large reduction in varieties. In fact, over 90 percent of crops that were grown in 1900 are gone.

Of course, next to "Save the Whales," a bumper sticker reading "Save the White Wonder Cucumbers" sounds a bit silly. And as long as we haven't lost pears altogether, the loss of a particular variety, no matter how good, isn't cataclysmic. We have a lot of other worries. How many years of sunlight do we have left? Of clean air? Water? But when we lose a variety of pear or cucumber, even one we're not likely to taste, or, in an analogous situation, when we lose a language, even one we're not likely to hear, we're losing a lot more than we think. We're losing millions of bits of genetic information that could help us solve our big questions, like who we are and what we're doing here on earth.

Farming has always been subject to the manipulations of human desires, but up until the last several decades these manipulations increased crop diversity. Long before Mendel came along, our farmer ancestors were practicing a kind of backyard Darwinism. Early Peruvian farmers, for example, noticed mutations among the colors of their cotton fibers, and by breeding the cotton selectively, they were able to grow different colors to weave vibrant cloth. When farmers moved, they took their seeds with them, and various growing conditions increased crop diversity even further as the varieties reacted to new environments or evolved new defenses for pests or blights. And in this way farmers farmed for about 10,000 years. Even at the beginning of this century, small farms were varied; each grew many crops and sometimes several varieties of a particular crop. If a blight attacked one species of a farmer's corn, it was likely that the farmer, or another farmer nearby, would also have grown a variety of corn that turned out to be resistant.

But as the century wore on, agribusiness was born. Now, giant agricultural agencies develop fruits and vegetables specifically for giant farms, which concentrate on a single variety of a single crop sanctioned for high-yield growth. These new crops aren't self-reliant—many hybrids can't even produce offspring, putting an end to the age-old tradition of gathering seeds from the current harvest for next year's crop. They are dependent upon intensive fertilizers, pesticides, and insecticides. They are grown only if they can withstand mechanical harvesting and the rigors of shipping to distant markets, and these packing considerations shape our diet in startling ways, as anyone who's followed the quest for the square tomato can tell you. Some biotech companies have taken the human manipulations of crops to a profitable—if seemingly unnatural—extreme. Biotech giant Monsanto, maker (and dumper) of hazardous chemicals like PCB, filed for a patent in 1997 for a seed whose germination depends not on being exposed to a rise in temperature or an inch of rainfall, but being exposed to a certain chemical.

So now, according to the International Food Information Council, we have scientists crossing two potatoes to make a new hybrid which will be higher in starch and need less oil for frying, resulting in lower-fat fries. But genetic engineers don't stop with crossing two kinds of potatoes. Genes from a potato could be crossed with a carrot, or a banana, or a daschund, if genetic engineers thought such a crossing would improve the potato's shelf-life. Recently, genetic engineers have crossed the strawberry with a gene from the flounder to make a strawberry resistant to cold. In this way, millions of years of nature's "decisions"—which crops should fail, which thrive, which qualities parents should pass to their offspring—are reversed almost overnight. The Union of Concerned Scientists is—well—concerned. Poet W. S. Merwin likens our position in history now to the start of the nuclear age—we are rushing to embrace technology that will change us in unalterable, unforeseeable ways.

A problem with miracles is that sometimes they don't last. A miracle yield hybrid's defenses are often based on a single gene, an easy thing for continuously evolving pests to overcome. And meanwhile, back at the ranch, there is no more ranch—the small farms that grew the original parent varieties that crossed to make the super vegetable have failed. The parents are extinct. Unless genetic raw material resistant to the pest can be found in some other variety, the hybrid will be lost as well.

The first crop to be nearly wiped out due to lack of genetic diversity is the humble spud, which the Europeans brought home with them after "discovering" the New World. King Louis XVI of France saw the potato's potential for feeding the poor and was determined to spread the crop. He knew that publicly endorsing the potato, however, would earn it the commoner's enmity. So Louis grew a bumper crop and had the field guarded all day, but he removed the guards at night so the locals could raid the field. Potatoes were soon growing throughout France and beyond. In Ireland, the potato became the staple crop—by the 1840s a third of the Irish were dependent on it for nourishment. But since all the potatoes grown in Europe were the descendants of that original handful of potatoes brought over from the Andes, the crop had a narrow gene pool. When Phytophtora infestans struck in 1845, the potato lacked the resistance to combat it. The Freeman's Journal reported on Sept. 11 of that year that a "cholera" had rotted the fields; one farmer announced that he "had been digging potatoes—the finest he had ever seen" on Monday, but when he returned Tuesday he found "the tubers all blasted, and unfit for the use of man or beast." A five-year famine followed that slashed the population of Ireland by 20 percent, killing between one to two million people and forcing one to two million others to emigrate to the U.S. The potato was saved only when resistance to the blight was found in more diversified varieties of the potato still growing in the Andes and Mexico. Had it not been, it's unlikely the potato would be around today as a major crop.

While the potato famine might seem like dusty history, the U.S. corn blight proves we're not doing much to stop history from repeating itself. In Shattering: Food, Politics, and the Loss of Genetic Diversity, environmentalists Cary Fowler and Pat Mooney describe the 1970s hybrid corn plants as "sitting ducks." As a result of a cost-cutting measure, each of the several hundred varieties of hybrid corn seed had the same type of cytoplasm. That made the entire crop susceptible to any disease that could come along and exploit that uniformity—and, of course, one did. Even today we have several dangerously unstable crops including—gulp—coffee and chocolate. The dangers of genetic uniformity are currently being cited in an altogether new arena—the Genome Project. Now that scientists have engineered vegetable hybrids, what's stopping scientists from creating human hybrids? Could cloning so narrow our gene pool that a single epidemic could destroy us like the potato blight nearly destroyed the potato?

Imagine hiking high into the Sierra Nevadas and coming across the Northern Pomos. Imagine being able to converse with them in their language. Imagine clicking your tongue against the back of your teeth to say "sunset," aspirating in your throat to say "waterfall." Imagine learning the idiomatic expression for "hungover" and using it to great effect, comparing it with others you know—how the Japanese expression for "hungover" translates as "suffer the two-day dizzies," how Italians say "I'm out of tune," how the Czechs say "there's a monkey swinging in my head," how Arabs don't have any word at all for "hungover." Imagine trading recipes with an elderly Northern Pomo, then walking with his wife through a stand of ponderosa pine, their trunks so thin, because of the high atmosphere, that you could fit your hand around them. You tell her you need to stop talking, for you've developed a sore throat. She questions you about it, then bends down to a small plant and yanks it out of the ground. This yerba del manza will soothe your throat, she tells you, and she gives hints on how to recognize the plant again should your soreness return. Imagine going to bed that night, your throat calmed, your mind blossoming with Northern Pomo words that will fill the cartoon bubbles of your dreams. . . .

Imagine it all you want, but Northern Pomo, spoken for millennia in Northern California, has perished like the Ansault pear; its last speaker, a woman in her eighties, died a few years ago.

Today we have the impression that there's a rough 1:1 correlation between countries and languages; each nation is monolingual. But this has never been the case. In the sixteenth century, for instance, five major languages were spoken in the English King's domain. Our country was especially language rich because each Native American tribe clung fiercely to its tongue as a signifier of cultural difference; Edward G. Gray in New World Babel estimates that, when European contact occurred, there were between 1,000 and 2,000 distinct tongues in the Americas, nearly half of which are now extinct. A graphic way to understand this is to peruse the maps in The Atlas of World Languages edited by C. Moseley and R. E. Asher. The maps showing pockets of language before the colonizers arrived in America are many-colored, many-patterned quilts; each subsequent map is increasingly bleached, increasingly pattern-free.

Languages don't die because they are in any way inferior or deficient, as has been sometimes supposed in the past. They die because of pressures on minority communities to speak the majority language. Sometimes this pressure is economic, as seen, for example, with the Waimiri-Atroari of Brazil, a tribe of 500 people in the Brazilian Amazon, whose tongue is listed in the UNESCO Red Book of Endangered Languages. The Waimiri-Atroari are mostly monolingual, but they have experienced increasing contact with the Portuguese-speaking majority. The tribe is growing in bilingual members because learning Portuguese widens the Waimiri-Atroari's potential market from 500 members to 160 million. As the proportion of bilingual members of the tribe rises, members of the tribe might begin using Portuguese when speaking to each other; it follows that the motivation for children to learn their native tongue will erode. The language's death will surely follow.

Sometimes the pressure for a minority community to speak the majority language is not economic but political, as has been the case with Native American languages in the U.S. since European settlement began. Early U.S. settlers had a romantic notion of language difference as a cause of personality difference. Since some Native American languages were found to lack abstract concepts like salvation, Lord, and redemption, the settlers presumed the speakers of these languages to be unable to grasp these higher concepts. It seemed to follow that Native Americans' salvation could only be achieved by "liberating" them from their restrictive native tongues. "In the present state of affairs," Albert Gallatin wrote of Native Americans in Archaeologia Americana in 1836, "no greater demand need be made on their intellectual faculties, than to teach them the English language; but this so thoroughly, that they may forget their own." In his report on Indian affairs, Reverend Jedediah Morse recommended the suppression of any texts in Native American tongues. There were supporters of America's original languages—Thomas Jefferson, for one, compiled vocabulary lists of Native American words throughout his lifetime. But even today we haven't a national policy of language preservation. In fact, between 1981 and 1990, fifteen states enacted "Official English" laws to guarantee English as the language of the U.S. government. As Alexis de Tocqueville observed in his 1839 Democracy in America, "the majority lays down the law about language as about all else."

Languages are termed "moribund" if they are spoken only by a small group of older people and not being learned by children. These languages stand in contrast to "safe" languages, as defined by criteria set out in Robins and Uhlenbeck's Endangered Languages. A safe language has, at a minimum, "a community of 100,000 speakers" and the "official support of a nation-state." These numbers don't necessarily represent a swelling, robust population—Gaelic, for example, is among the safe languages—but 80 percent of the languages spoken in North America fail to meet even those standards. In Australia, 90 percent of the languages are moribund. As I write this, sixty-seven languages in Africa are being spoken for what may be the last time. The more fortunate of them are being documented by linguists, who spend much of their professional lives rushing to record a language before it dies. When it does, they find themselves in the rather lonely position of linguist Bill Shipley, the last human being on earth who can speak Maidu.

In my girlhood I thought that languages were codes that corresponded; each word in English had its exact equivalent in every other language, and language study was the memorization of these codes. Later when I studied my first languages I learned that such codes do not exist; each language is a unique repository of the accumulated thoughts and experiences of a community. What do we learn about a culture by examining its language? The Inuit people live in the northernmost regions of the world, in small, roadless communities on the ice, and lack our modern electronic conveniences. They have no word for boredom. Poet Anne Carson writes of the Yamana of Argentina, a tribe extinct by the beginning of the twentieth century, who had fifteen names for clouds, fifty for different kinds of kin. Among the Yamana variations of the verb "to bite" was one that meant "to come surprisingly on a hard substance when eating something soft, e.g., a pearl in a mussel." The Zuni speak reverently of "penaµ taµshana," a "long talk prayer" so potent it can only be recited once every four years. The Delaware Indians have a term of affection, "wulamalessohalian," or "thou who makest me happy." The Papago of the Sonoran Desert say "S-banow" as the superlative of "one whose breath stinks like a coyote."

During this century, eighty-seven languages spoken in the Amazon basin have become extinct because their native speakers were scattered or killed. Some of these forest dwellers were both nonviolent (their languages lacked vocabulary words for war and bloodshed) and democratic (they included terms for collective decision making). When these languages died, they took with them not only the specialized knowledge that the tribes had gained from thousands of years of natural healing and conservation, but ways of living we might have done well to study. In the absence of these examples, as John Adams wrote, "we are left to grope in the dark and puzzle ourselves to explain a thousand things which would have appeared very simple if we had . . . the pure light of antiquity."

But even beyond this rather romantic notion of the need for language preservation, there are concrete and empirical losses to science when languages become extinct. There's a wealth of information that can be extracted from languages by the use of statistical techniques, and this information can be used not only by linguists, but by anthropologists, cognitive psychologists, neuroscientists, geneticists, and population biologists, among others. Hypotheses about human migration patterns can be tested by seeing whether words have been assimilated into a language from the languages of nearby populations. Hypotheses about neural structures and processes can be tested by analyzing the phonology and syntax of a language. Hypotheses about the hardware of our brains capable of generating sentences can be tested against the different sentences. What must all infant brains have in common that any child can acquire any language? The more data we have, the closer we can come to answering questions such as this. Furthermore, recent studies indicate that language learning causes cognitive and neural changes in an individual. At a recent conference at the Center for Theories of Language and Learning, Dr. Mark Pagel argued that when a child acquires a disposition to categorize objects through word-learning, some neural connections in the brain are strengthened, while others are weakened or eliminated. Previous learning affects a system's way of categorizing new stimuli, and so Pagel concluded that, although it may be true that all humans "think in the same way," one's native language influences one's perceptions. When we lose linguistic diversity we suffer a consequent loss in the range of ways of experiencing the world.

Yet we needn't constrain ourselves to discussions of hard science, for the issues involved in diversity are more far-reaching. If the language ability, as many theorists hold, is what separates us from animals, it is the central event of human evolution. Each language that dies takes with it everything it might have taught us about this unique aspect of our constitution. If language is a well-engineered biological instinct, as Steven Pinker argues in The Language Instinct, each language that dies takes from us another clue to the mystery of what keeps the spider spinning her web or the hen warming the eggs in her nest. The cognitive organization which shapes our language facilities also shapes other mental activities related to language, such as music and mathematics. Each language that dies not only weakens linguistics but all of these related fields—all fields, in fact, that seek to understand the human brain. Each language that dies takes from us a few crucial parts of nature's tale, so much of which (even how and when the universe was created) still eludes us. In fact, each language that dies weakens our most vital challenge—to engage the world in all its complexity and to find meaning there. This is the definition of both art and religion. To lessen the complexity of the world is to lessen our moral struggle.

I've written "personal essays" before, and this isn't one of them. I haven't told you very much about myself. I haven't told you if I'm a scientist (I'm not) or a linguist (I'm not). I'm a poet. So the argument could be made (perhaps some of you are making it right now) that I'm not qualified to write this essay. But I'm qualified to make metaphors, and that's what I've tried to do. I read books on crops and languages and I begin to hear them speaking to each other, and soon the desire is born in me to speak of them to you.

I've argued for empirical reasons we need diversity on our table and in our ears. But I think one of the most important reasons we need diversity isn't based on grubby need, isn't based on a what-can-nature-do-for-me mentality. I don't want the argument to rest solely on that because plenty of people will think they have all that they need. And in a way they're right. After all, we live in an era of hysterical data. It's exhausting. Let's have enough faith in our own self-interest, if in nothing else, to assume we will never lose the pear or the potato. Let's have enough faith in our own torpidity, if in nothing else, to assume we will never have a unilingual world. So okay, we lose a few varieties of Ethiopian sorghum—varieties once so beloved they were named "Why Bother with Wheat?" and "Milk in my Cheeks." Do we really need forty kinds? Isn't four enough? It's not like only having four friends, or even four varieties of dogs. A seed company streamlining its offerings isn't like a museum streamlining its Van Gogh collection. And if we lose a few obscure languages, maybe that's the price one pays for having fewer translators and English as a "universal business language," saving time, frustration, and money. Why should we be overly concerned if what's lost wasn't useful to us in the first place?

Of course, there's an old rejoinder but a good one—our responsibility to the future. In poem No. 1748, Emily Dickinson writes, "If nature will not tell the tale / Jehovah told to her / Can human nature not survive / without a listener?" But nature ceaselessly tries to tell her tale to the patient and attentive, and her tale is still unfolding. Each seemingly interchangeable variety of sorghum contains a distinct link of DNA that reveals part of nature's story. Similarly, each language is a biological phenomenon that reveals millions of bits of genetic information and contains within itself clues that help us understand how our brains are organized. What clues our progeny will need is beyond our power to know. We can't imagine what will be useful, necessary, what will provide a link, prove or disprove a hypothesis. Losing plants, losing languages: it's like losing pieces to a puzzle we'll have to put together in a thousand years, but by then puzzles may look entirely different. We might put them together in the dark, with our toes.

Yet beyond the idea of what will be useful to future generations, we, right here, right now, have a need for needless diversity. A world with fewer fruits and vegetables isn't only a world with an endangered food supply. It's also a world with less flavor, less aroma, less color. We suffer a diminution of choice. As Gregory McNamee writes in "Wendell Berry and the Politics of Agriculture," we're experiencing "an impoverishment of forms, a loss of the necessary complexity that informs an art rightly practiced."[1] And a world with fewer languages isn't only a world with more limited means of communication. It's also a world with fewer stories and folk tales, fewer hagiographies, fewer poems, myths, and recipes, fewer remedies, fewer memories. We possess the accumulated vision and wisdom of fewer cultures. We become like hybrid corn: less diverse, with less accumulated defenses, susceptible to dangers that our "parents" might have battled and overcome, dangers they could have helped us with, were they not in their graves.

What I want to say is this: for twenty-eight years I've been carrying on a love affair with words and the world and I've come to believe that the sheer magnitude of creation blesses us. The gross numbers, the uncountability of it; as if the world were a grand, grand room full of books and though we might read all we can we will never, ever outstrip its riches. A thought both unsettling and comforting. If we are stewards of the world, we are stewards of a charge beyond our comprehension; even now science can tell us less about the number of species we have on earth than about the number of stars in our galaxy. There is something important in the idea of this fecundity, this abundance, this escape hatch for our imaginations. I have read Robert Frost's poem "Design," and I have read Gordon Grice's essay on how the black widow spider kills her prey with ten times the amount of poison she needs, and I'm not one for making teleological arguments, but I can tell you that somehow, despite our savagery, we have been over-provided for, and I believe it is a sign of love.

Poet Wendell Berry urges us to care for "the unseeable animal," even if it means we never see it. So, I would argue, must we care for the untastable vegetable, the unhearable language, which add their link, as we add ours, to nature's still-unfolding tale. They deepen nature's mystery even as they provide clues to help us comprehend that mystery. They enrich us not only because they can serve us, not only because they are useful, but because theyare. Their existence contributes to the complexity of the world in which we are, a world we still strive—thankfully, nobly—to understand.

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abruzcadabra · 2 years

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My grocery list

I’m putting my grocery list in a blog post so that others can get a specific picture of how the things I buy help save me money and simplify my life. You may notice that some things are in odd categories-I’m not a nutritionist. Also, you’ll probably notice that there is very few premade items, mostly sauces. Hope it is somewhat interesting. There is a copy and paste-able list at the bottom. I have also written a blog post with recipes I commonly use these ingredients in.

Meat

I buy meats that have multiple uses. My regulars are: flank steak, chicken thighs, ground beef (80/20), eggs, and fish. I use flank steak because it is lean and a good cut, but still inexpensive. I like chicken thigh because they are less expensive and more moist than breasts, but just as versatile a protein. Ground beef is good for tacos, burgers, and adding to dishes. I like 80/20 because it isn’t too dry to cook on its own and it is cheaper. Eggs are a great source of easy protein and fairly inexpensive. The kind of fish I get depends on the prices. I always look at the prices so I know when there’s a deal. I don’t buy if there are no deals. I like fish, but it can be very pricey. Especially for meat I would recommend going to a Costco business center or Chef Store. I buy in bulk and portion it into reusable bags.

Veggies and fruits

Staples: Avocado, Banana, Tomato, Romaine, Apple (Fuji or Gala), Potato, Garlic, Onion, Brussel Sprouts, Asparagus, Broccoli (frozen), Peas (frozen), Corn (frozen)

Variable: Sweet potato, Blueberries, Grapes, Raspberries, Mango, Cauliflower, Zucchini, Spaghetti Squash, Mushrooms, Sweet Peppers, Carrots, Turnips

Seasonal/Occasional: Ginger, Cherries, Grapefruit, Watermelon, Artichoke, Celery, Pineapple

Spices

Spices accumulate over time and do not need to be purchased frequently. I will list them according to how important/versatile I think they are.

Staples: Cumin, Paprika, Thyme, Rosemary, Salt, Pepper, Cinnamon, Garlic Powder, Onion Powder

Good to have: Turmeric, Fennel, Nutmeg, Cloves, Chili Powder, Cayenne, Red Pepper, Parsley, Chives, Oregano, Sage, Montreal Steak Seasoning, Sesame Seeds

Used sparingly: Cardamom, Seasoned Salt

Carbs

I don’t eat wheat-it just disagrees with me. I substitute pastas with mung bean noodles. We eat a lot of tacos with corn tortillas. I occasionally use rice. I keep walnuts, pecans, almonds, cashews, peanuts (in-shell), and sunflower seeds on hand for snacking, adding to salads, and grinding up to make breadings.

Sauces

I have a lot of sauces since they keep well. Those include, but are probably not limited to: ketchup, mustard (deli, yellow, sometimes honey), mayo, soy, oyster, Worchester, A1, peanut, sweet chili, tapatio, crystal, lemon juice, lime juice, teriyaki, BBQ, jelly, peanut butter, maple syrup, vanilla flavoring,

Oils and vinegar

Avocado oil for high heat, olive oil for not so hot, coconut oil, lard for seasoning the cast iron, balsamic (which I also make a glaze from), apple cider vinegar. I keep white vinegar under the sink for cleaning and crafts.

Dairy

Heavy whipping cream is delicious and can be used in anything calling for milk-watered down if necessary, but milk cannot be whipped. Occasionally fancy cheese for cheese and meats date nights. Dried non-fat milk. Sour cream. Greek yogurt-plain or honey flavor. Butter.

Canned/jarred

Soups, tuna, spam (for musubi), beans (black and refried), enchilada sauce, spaghetti sauce, artichoke hearts, pickles, jalapenos, olives (black and green/Kalamata)

Other

Corn starch, baking soda, baking powder, cocoa powder, chocolate chips, bouillon, tortilla chips, salsa

I just replace these things as they run out. It is a diverse enough list to make many recipes, but small enough that it isn’t too costly nor strenuous to maintain. As I run out of things, I add it to my list. When the list is long enough, or has items that are of greater importance, I go shopping.

Just Lists

Staples:

flank steak, chicken thighs, ground beef (80/20), eggs, fish, Avocado, Banana, Tomato, Romaine, Apple (Fuji or Gala), Potato, Garlic, Onion, Brussel Sprouts, Asparagus, Broccoli (frozen), Peas (frozen), Corn (frozen), Cumin, Paprika, Thyme, Rosemary, Salt, Pepper, Cinnamon, Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, corn tortillas, mung bean noodles, rice, walnuts, pecans, almonds, sunflower seeds, ketchup, mustards, mayo, soy, tapatio, lemon juice, lime juice, teriyaki, BBQ, jelly, peanut butter, avocado oil, olive oil, apple cider vinegar, heavy whipping cream, sour cream, butter, tuna, beans, enchilada sauce, spaghetti sauce, pickles, jalapenos, olives, corn starch, baking soda, bouillon, tortilla chips

Extras:

Sweet potato, Blueberries, Grapes, Raspberries, Mango, Cauliflower, Zucchini, Spaghetti Squash, Mushrooms, Sweet Peppers, Carrots, Turnips, Turmeric, Fennel, Nutmeg, Cloves, Chili Powder, Cayenne, Red Pepper, Parsley, Chives, Oregano, Sage, Montreal Steak Seasoning, Sesame Seeds, cashews, peanuts, oyster sauce, Worchester, A1, peanut sauce, sweet chili sauce, crystal hot sauce, maple syrup, vanilla flavor, coconut oil, balsamic vinegar, dried non-fat milk, Greek yogurt, canned soups, spam, artichoke hearts, salsa

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cyarskaren52 · 3 months

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thanksgiving Day is next week! If you have some ideas for a good meal plan just don’t bring these items to the table

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17 Dishes You BET NOT Bring to a Black Thanksgiving

You'll be better off bringing paper plates than potato salad with raisins.

Kalyn Womack

Published12 hours ago

There are more than a dozen things that are off the table (or should be kept off the table) when it comes to what to bring to Thanksgiving. Or rather...a Black Thanksgiving.

I don’t know what the white folks do over there but over here? We eat sweet potato pies, not pumpkin pies. We eat mac n’ cheese without breadcrumbs. We’d also rather you make one item in its classic recipe versus making it into a casserole.

Black folks stick to the same menu every year and it hasn’t budged for decades now.

If you’re debating on what to bring to Thanksgiving this year, check out this list of 17 things not to bring. And remember: when in doubt, bring the liquor.

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Green Bean Casserole

Amongst the several polls I sent out requesting ideas for this list, this abomination was at the top. The only acceptable form of green beans is with smoked turkey neck and potatoes. Why is it a trend to make this a casserole?

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Mashed Potatoes

This may be debatable, but trust...you’ll never find this in my household. We have other things to hold gravy. Enter: rice, dressing, and of course, turkey.

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Potato Salad with Raisins

Matter fact, keep anything you got with raisins in it. Keep ya potato salad, ya pasta salad, macaroni salad and the criminal attempt at a pan of macaroni and cheese if it has raisins. You must do time over this.

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Pumpkin Things

I don’t have anything against pumpkins for the rest of the Fall/Autumn season, but on Thanksgiving? This is strictly a sweet potato household. If I bite into a pie and it’s pumpkin, we might have to fight.

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Creamed Spinach

Why? You’re better of bringing artichoke dip for us to snack on while we wait for the food. No one is putting this on their plate.

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Brussels Sprouts

There’s a specific selection of vegetables that are Thanksgiving-friendly and Brussels sprouts ain’t on the list, sweetheart. Now...if you know how to make them Capital Grille style, you can bring me a pan ;)

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Canned Greens

Since I was a child, I sat in the kitchen snapping green beans and watching my grandmother clean the collards. You think I don’t know the difference between fresh and canned vegetables? Go head...take the risk of being embarrassed by the shady banter of the entire family if you cut corners and bring canned greens.

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Boxed Gravy

Again, we can tell the difference. There are too many leftover greases and turkey juices for you to not be able to make a gravy. Leave that flavorless roux home.

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Fruit Cake

The main desserts include pie, cobblers, banana pudding and maybe a pound cake. If you walk in with a fruit cake, you will also leave with that fruit cake.

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Sugar- or Gluten-Free Sweets

Speaking of desserts, we like sugar. We embrace gluten. Even if you’re trying to be conscious of the one guest who has a dietary restriction, please let the rest of us enjoy ourselves.

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Beyond Meats

On any other day, I will embrace vegan alternatives. But please don’t play with my pork chops and turkey wings.

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Gelatin-Based Oddities

We’re wayyy past that odd 1980s moment when everything edible was put in gelatin. Leave it alone, babes..unless it’s Jell-O shots. Those are always welcome.

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Ambrosia

I just learned that this unicorn vomit had a name. That being said, don’t you even dare.

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Soup

Why?

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Broccoli-Cheddar Whatever

I get it. Tis’ the season to embrace all variations of broccoli-cheddar dishes. But do us a favor and leave your go-to lunch food in the fridge.

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Spaghetti

Are you crazy? Your kids have been eating spaghetti for the past week and that’s what you bring to the feast of feasts?!

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Whatever You Know You’re Not In Charge Of...

Every family has the one relative they can count on for a prominent Thanksgiving dish. If Mama makes the mac n’ cheese every year, please don’t consider this your moment to play Hell’s Kitchen. You will lose.

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makinglightweight · 10 months

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2/35

First day of the week, back to training after rest day. Eating clean is harder when you’re hungry, but all the more satisfying - your body feels like a river with a full gas tank, there’s Charli XCX playing in the back of your mind.

Woke up at 61.5kg, thinking how dehydration might not actually be the best strategy for dropping weight. I had my usual coffee and two waters.

For training did two sets of sprints at max speed, didn’t go so great, and a weights session. Bottle of water. Came home, had a protein yoghurt; new flavor that actually doesn’t suck.

My uni is on strike today so I’ll be working from home; decide to have early lunch before I dig in to some literature. Had some leftover veggies in tomato sauce (around half a big potato, some red bell pepper and a zucchini). A bit too early for lunch but I’ll be busy later and I guess it’s nice to start working feeling fueled. Two glasses of water.

Around 2pm the cravings kicked in; my house smells like summer fruit, probably due to the bowl of mangoes I brought home to make my mother happy. I craved a nectarine pie with crumble crust, then some fresh mango, then some chocolate milk with nice, unsweetened coco powder. You might think I should just have one of those things, but I’m honestly not feeling enough in control of my cravings to let myself have “a little bit”. This weight loss thing is giving me eating disorders. I am a grown ass person and should be able to have a snack without eating the entire fridge. I’m down an extra four glasses of water and one coffee by now. Maybe I’ll make myself another.

Did not fall for cravings. Took a little break to watch an episode of some TV show. Went for an indoor run around 4pm; did two sets of 30’, second one keeping under 5:10/km. Two cups of water.

Had about 250gr of white fish fillets en papillote (steamed in the oven with ginger, lime and chili) with garlicky green beans and a cup of rice for dinner at 8pm. Daily carb allowance. Two cups of water and one last preprint read. Went to bed at 10:30pm after watching some TV.

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kisari-v · 1 year

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On that note I made food tonight, so here's a list of some of my favorite college food staples

before you continue, know that this is a long list:

-pasta with sauce

-caccio e Pepe but I used parmagean and garlic powder with milk and flour too

-buiscuits and gravy (the biscuits are from a can the gravy is homemade)

-ramen noodles with egg and maybe some green onionor seaweed and hot dog or ham

-ramen noodles with sirracha mayo and cheese sauce and maybe egg and hot dog

-eggs in a basket

-tamago gohan (japanese styled egg over just cooked rice, then you stir them together and the really hot rice cooks the egg for the most part while you stir)

-peanut butter and jelly (enough said)

-discontinued homemade dunkin donuts sandwich with pesto, cheese and fire roasted tomatoes (I owe this sandwich my life)

-guacamole and tortilla chips (this bad boy keeps you full forever)

-Onigiri with salmon and spicy mayo (a lot of work but only needs three ingredients if you don't count salt)

-pancakes (yay food!)

-tim hortans biscuit sandwich (sausage, egg, american cheese, ketchup)

-ham and cheese sandwich

-pan con frijoles (refried black bean paste and eat with sour cream or queso fresco, or grated parmesean if your desperate on top with whatever bread you have. It's also amazing on sandwiches or as a toast topping. preferribly cook with onions and garlic)

-hotdog and egg pizza (eggs mixed before you put them in the pan. cut hotdogs into small circles and place like you're putting pepperoni on a pizza. zigzag ketchup on top and eat with a fork and knife. add toasted tortilla that was cut into triangles for extra crunch.)

-grilled cheese and tomato soup

-miso soup with green onion and tofu and seaweed

-steamed pork buns

-Crisp Sandwich (sandwich made with butter and chips. Preferably barbeque or Salt and vinegar. It kept me alive for a week so you can do it, but not recomended to live on. Tastier than you think if the bread is sturdy enough. Target bread is not but dollar tree bread suprisingly is think enough and tastier too)

-japanese curry with potatoes, carrots, and either beef cubes or breaded pork and rice

-katsudon

-butter chicken

-chicken tika masala

-mashed potato patty fried in a pan with a fried egg on top. my mom's lazy dinner night specialty

-salmon with pesto butter on top with mashed potatoes ( I miss being able to eat costco salmon)

-alfredo sause and pasta with beef

-beef stroganoff but I made it with alfredo sauce, barbeque sauce, and worschechire sauce instead and something else that I can't remember but god it was good and filling.

for sweet tooth moment:

-pancakes with m&ms to make you feel special

-peanut butter and nutella (or chocolate frosting if you're desperate) sandwich

-toast with nutella

-chocolate frosting sandwich

-australian fairy bread for fun (you can use vanilla frosting if you can, it's okay, it doesn't have to be the butter if you're desperate)

-frosting

-corn bread

pancakes with syrup (it works as a treat if it's not breakfast

-geletan

-kids sugar cereal

-steamed red bean buns

-cookies (preferrably chewy bakery styled ones but the hard dollar tree ones will do)

-cheap off brand ice cream

Drinks:

-any drink concentrate you put into water (always iced)

-matcha latte

-coffee with milk and sugar

-just straight up milk my beloved

-orange juice

-berry smoothie with greek yogurt and sugar (tim hortans style my beloved)

#kisari why are you like this #food #???#college

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artsywinter13 · 1 year

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A Family Meal

As Gabriel and his mother got closer to the dining table, the rest of the family were setting the table up. The small man of the house, Mamá Julieta’s husband, Papá Henry, was trying his best to set up the handkerchiefs and glasses. It was quite hard for the poor man, as he was no more than 4 feet and 9 inches tall. Thankfully, he was helped by his much taller daughter, Rosemary. With a cold, emotionless face and an unmatched grace, Rosemary set up the handkerchiefs and the cutlery, all wrapped up with a pink ribbon and pinned by a small, panther skull pin, representing the graceful Goddess of Shadow, Cehuacelotl. Meanwhile, Rey was setting up the plates. The plates all had ornamental patterns, some with a green, feathered serpent, others with a skull, black panther. These types of decorations and patterns were very common for the family. Some only have decorations of the green, feathered serpent or the skull, black panther due to the area they live in. But the Winters were an oddity, as they live in the border of the two empires comprising the Tlanex-Tlian Empire. One empire in the north is governed by the God of Light, Tonalcoatl, a green, feathered serpent with golden feathers like the sun; the other, in the south, is governed by the Goddess of Shadow, Cehuacelotl, a black panther with a skull face, outward spine and ribs and a green aura replacing her stomach, hair, and arms.

The three little triplets were running around playing tag all over the house. Their older twin sisters, Solana and Selena, tried their best to keep them in check for the important occasion. They really tried-they did-, but it was difficult to keep up with the hyperactive trio. They were both left exhausted, fanning their sun hats to try and not to overheat; a problem they’d have to deal with due to their conditions of albinism and melanism respectively. The table was almost ready. All that was left was the delicious food. Do not think that there is any meat in these meals, as the kouroo are only able to eat fruits and vegetables. But that doesn’t mean that these meals weren’t just as delicious. With a professional cook and baker in the house, every meal was always as delicious as the love they were put through.

With the table set up with beautiful, striped cloths and ornamental dishes and cutlery. The meals they were about to eat was all that was left, and so the family went, one by one, to help place all the delicious, steamy dishes. A hot, chewy casserole made with bell peppers, corn, black beans, enchilada sauce, brown rice, and cheese was placed as the main meal at the table. Grilled nopales chopped into cubes with carrots, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, and corn were served into a healthy salad. Grilled tortillas were laid out on the table, ready to be served with whatever the family wanted. As for the pastries, they were never forgotten. The most typical dessert was the Dulce del Sol, a soft, chewy, dough ball filled with a purée of mangos and dragon fruit and some spicy honey on top. The other is La Sombrita, small, jello-like cakes that are filled with chocolate and some cocoa powder on top. The meals were absolutely delicious for the family.

Although the table was set and the meal hot and ready, the three little troublemakers were still running around. Poor Solana and Selena were tired, unable to keep up with their younger siblings. Papá Henry and Gabriel chuckled at the scene, while Rey and Rosemary only looked in shame, shaking their heads in unison.. And so Mamá had to use her authority to keep the kids in check. She took a deep breath and started to yell, “ VALENTINA, ALEJANDRO, AND CAMILA WINTERS JIMÉNEZ!” The three, little troublemakers knew they had screwed up. Once your full name was called, there was no going back. “SI NO SE CALMAN Y SE SIENTAN EN LA MESA AHORA MISMO, LES VOY A DAR UNAS PALMADITAS QUE NO VAN A PODER DE SENTARSE BIEN ME OYERON!!?” The trio quickly responded quite scared, “Si mamá!,” and immediately sat down in their chair in orderly but quick fashion.

With the kids finally settled and on their best behavior, the family went on to have their family meal. The last meal they’ll have with Gabriel. And they enjoyed each second of it. They laughed and cheered all the way. They ate the wonderful feast with glee. Each bite just as delicious as the first. By the end of it all, there was barely anything left. Only just tiny pieces of leftovers that they could eat as snacks for later. It was a wonderful feast and a wonderful family time as well.

After it all dialed down, the family had settled all in their places to rest. But the younger twins didn’t feel like the goodbye celebration was over just yet. They both looked at each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking, “You know what would liven the mood?” Selena yelled out to the family, “MÚSICA!!” Solana cheerfully responded. With the boombox in tow, música ranchera started playing at full volume. Immediately the rest of the family seemed to gain their energy for a round of dancing. The mother and father of the family immediately took each other by the hand and started dancing happily as if they were young once again. A hilarious sight indeed, seeing someone that is less than 5 feet try and dance with someone a whole foot taller. But either way, they were both laughing all the way, reminiscing of youthful days. The young twins danced in circles, laughing all the way, while the kids cheerfully jumped and ran all around. Gabriel took his older sister’s hand, an invitation for their last dance, and she took it with glee. They danced what felt like hours, even though not even an hour had passed. They were all happy, taking turns to dance with the other with the lively music in the background.

While the family was cheerfully and gleefully dancing their lively song, a strange, large, dark, bulky figure was approaching the door. Its steps were silent, like that of jaguar stalking its prey. It inched closer and closer to the door, standing tall and proud over the wooden door. It even towered over the decorated colored door. It gave three hard knocks at the door.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

But the family didn’t respond. They were too busy dancing to realize there was someone on their door. So the large figure gave three more knocks.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

The family still hadn’t noticed. The figure was getting impatient. A deep growl came from the figure, teeth now bared for everyone to see. Its long tail moved in anticipation. And so, once again, the dark figure knocked three times, but more rapidly and impatiently than before.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

One of the triplets, Alejandro, noticed that someone was knocking at the door, so he yelled out to the rest of his family,“Hay alguien en la puerta!!” The others looked back to see a strange figure at the door. They could only see a portion, and the small, cloudy glass did not help in their view of the stranger. They all looked at each other nervously. A natural response for them of course, as they had evolved from prey animals and they were one of the smallest races in the world. After a while of staring at each other in worry, Gabriel gained the courage to carefully open the door. He inched closer and closer and got a better view of the stranger. The stranger was indeed bulky and seemed strong enough to break the door open with ease. There seemed to be a collar of teeth that, in a closer look, was actually coming out of the next itself like some sort of maw. The stranger looked familiar, but Gabriel couldn’t know for sure until he opened the door. And so he slowly opened it and peeked a little at the towering figure.

“Metzi!? Is that you!?” Gabriel yelled out in surprise. The figure- Metzi- only chuckled in response to the surprised face Gabriel gave her. “I came to visit you, of course!” she giggled, “I heard you were leaving soon, so I came here as fast as I could. I’m glad I came right in time,” a genuine smile spread across her face. Gabriel could not believe his eyes. She came all the way from the south of the empire just to see him go… but wait a minute. “How did you get out of the palace? I thought your mother barred you from coming to see me?” He worriedly asked. “I had the help of a friend. Don’t worry about it,” she winked mischievously. Another similar figure to her was in the distance, giving them both a thumbs up. Immediately, she picked him with ease and started twirling around and around. Both were laughing, happy to see each other once again. “What is it with you kouroos and your love of loud music anyways?” She jokingly asked. Gabriel chuckled, “Oh, you know us, always being loud and annoying. We need to get our energy out somehow!” They both laughed out loud at the incredulous response. Gabriel had now sat on Metzi’s arm, still giggling like a little girl. It had been a long time since they had seen the other. They had to break it off due to Metzi’s family and duties, but the sentiment of love was still ever present.

#Writing #oc #oc writing #original story #original fiction #oc originalcharacter creaturedesign characterdesign conceptart digitalart #creative writing #writing community #story #oc story #writing fantasy #writer on tumblr #writer on wattpad #wattpad #novel #webtooncanvas #webtoon #webcomic

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raplinesmoon · 2 years

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Isi!! For the specific asks post: 10, 26, 28 🤗

Hi Shina!! Thank you so much for sending these in:

10. On a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

Apple juice! I used to drink a lot more orange juice, but my stomach has become more sensitive these days and can’t handle the acidity. Apple juice is just so comforting and takes me back to being a kid! Even now, I sometimes go to the Starbucks in the hospital I work at and use my food stipend money to buy some apple juice to beat the summer heat (mostly when I can’t spend $5 on a drink lol)

26. How’s your spice tolerance?

It’s gone down, sadly 😭😭😭 I used to be able to enjoy and handle really spicy foods, but now it just upsets my stomach. I still enjoy adding hot sauce and sriracha to most things, but in moderation. I’ve kind of just learned that if I’m having a bad stomach day not to aggravate it with spicy food. I wish things were different though 😢

28. Last meal on earth?

Hmmm okay I’m gonna let myself pick out an elaborate meal with courses because I can haha:

Hors d’œuvre: not what would technically qualify, but I love bao, so any kind of bao!

Soup: harira soup, it’s a Moroccan bean soup and it’s quite honestly delicious with bread to dip!

Salad: fattoush (my favorite kind of salad, it has greens, mint, radishes, tomato, and pita crisps!)

Appetizer: chaat, a desi dish that has a mixture of a bunch of things in sauce! My mom makes it with papri (crisps) potato, onion, tomato, chickpeas, and mint, and then a yogurt sauce!

Main course: my mom makes this delicious coconut shrimp curry with jasmine rice that I don’t get to eat often, but dream about constantly

Drink: passion fruit green tea with mango jelly

Dessert: nothing beats a warm, fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookie imo!

weirdly specific asks

#asks #ask games #shina913

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mostly-mundane-atla · 2 years

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So what kinds of food would Aang and other Air Nomads be able to eat during visits to the Water Tribes? Assuming that their brand of vegetarianism allows for animal products like milk and eggs, but no fish or animal fat or anything that would involve killing a living creature.

Naturally, some of these will be seasonal, but this really depends on if you want only pre-contact circumpolar ingredients and cooking methods

If you want some inspiration from purely traditional foods, and can imagine a way they'd collect unfertilized fish eggs:

Wild bird (ptarmigan, grouse, corromant, etc) eggs, raw or boiled. Chicken broth could be replaced with a tea of birch bark, fireweed leaves, or tundra tea leaves to make something similar to an egg drop soup.

Roots like those of masru/eskimo potato and wooly lousewort, raw, boiled, or roasted. Could be fried in theory, but as the only fats available would be attached to animal flesh, this would violate vegetarian dietary restrictions.

Fish roe (eggs) on their own or ground up and whipped into akutaq.

Greens like sourdock, mountain sorrel, and wild celery, dressed in unsweetened syrups of fireweed blossoms or berries instead of the traditional seal oil.

Berries such as wild cranberries (lowbush and highbush), blueberries, cloudberries, wild raspberries, and crowberries, fresh or as jam (unsweetend and probably unpleasantly messy with nothing to eat it on) or akutaq.

Fireweed shoots, roasted and could be served with unsweetened syrups like the aforementioned fresh greens.

Young puffball mushrooms, eaten but not very commonly from what I can tell

And, of course, what the entire fandom was expecting: seaweed. With the lack of any proper substitutes for sessame oil or garlic, however, i'm not sure you could get something resembling a Korean style seaweed soup.

Now, if you want to include things that would have to be imported and cooking utensils and methods that aren't traditional, then you'll see foods that look a little more familiar.

Traditional foods can be stirfried in woks and served over rice or used for noodle dishes.

Here's where things like hotpot and congee are possible.

Flour can be used for doughs and batters or combined with butter to make pastry for frying in plant based oil or baking in ovens to get things like frybreads, cakes, and pies.

Milk can be added to foraged eggs to make custards which can be flavored with local berries and eddible flowers.

Mushrooms and tea can be used to replace meat broths for hearty soups.

Vegetables like cabage and onions can be added, as can protiens like beans and tofu.

And seasonings like ginger, pepper, garlic. And other ways to alter the flavor like soy sauce and vinegar (which also allows pickling). Sugar means syrups, jams, and akutaq can be sweetened, and now that bread is an option, can be eaten in combination with more foods.

This also has me wondering if other aspects than food would be given special attention to align with Air Nomand customs. Would they light lamps with plant-based oils instead of animal fat? Would they be sure to have utensils carved of wood rather than antler, bone, or ivory? Would it be seen to that sleeping mats be made of woved grass and stuffed with mosses and lichens instead of the typical skins?

Anyway, if you want to browse through common tundra plants and like two fungi and Inupiaq uses for them, check out this site

#response #eskimo on main #helpful hints for non-natives writing for avatar canon as well as fan writers #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla headcanons #let's get all those tags on there so this fandom can be a less stupid place #water tribe

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sweaterstitches · 2 years

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Say it with me now: wheat, soybeans, corn, rice, and other “cheap” staple foods are only cheap because we don’t pay for the labor of fieldworkers

It’s not just the meat industry at fault for the mess of factory farming.

Contrary to popular belief, farming crops isn’t perfectly renewable. You can’t just keep planting a crop in the same place year after year and expect viable output— the nutrients in soil are a finite resource that must be replaced by their own natural cycles— think about what would happen if you planted something and never watered it.

No, adding fertilizer isn’t the answer. No, not even manure. Why? Because adding additional nutrients manually, no matter the method, will cause a good portion of those nutrients to run off into our local waterways.

Why is that bad? Well, do you like having fish?

When fertilizer runs off into a waterway, it causes algae blooms. When algae blooms occur, they 1. Block out sunlight to marine plants below the surface, which fish often eat, and 2. They throw the balance of dissolved gasses in the water off. In short, it starves and chokes other marine life to death.

What you need to take away from this is the following:

When you fuck with one part of an ecosystem, you fuck with every part.

Now, back to the issue of labor I raised earlier, because yes, humans are also part of the ecosystem. Your beans, rice, wheat, et cetera are only cheap because they, much like the meat industry, are cultivated in really environmentally destructive ways. They also directly profit from abusive labor practices and human trafficking.

The system of factory farming and industrial agriculture promoted by the green revolution directly harms every part of the ecosystem— yes even the humans it was supposed to help.

There is no ethical consumption under capitalism.

That should not be a comforting thought that absolves you of your guilt.

What you can do is:

learn how to forage in a sustainable way (@blackforager on instagram is a fabulous introduction— but keep in mind foraging is highly specific to your local area)

try to buy from local farmers markets if at all possible

collect seeds. Try to not just buy them since commercial seeds are often engineered to not produce viable seeds for the next growing season. What we want is a self-sustaining crop rotation.

If you aren’t able to garden in the ground, even growing some indoor herbs or simple patio crops can really help— there are great tutorials for patio potato bins, strawberry baskets, and countertop herb gardens out there

If you can garden in the ground, plant in your yard or apply for a community garden plot & use it. Remember to research, research, research.

Also no matter where you are, just stop growing turf grass. Stop seeding your lawn and definitely stop watering it. The weeds that crop up will prevent erosion better, they’ll be softer to walk on, they’ll stay green longer, and you’ll be promoting really important local biodiversity that supports your local birds, bees, and other pollinators.

Now, happy planting, and remember that you are but a speck in geological history. You do not know better than the system that brought you into the world & will take you out of it when your time comes.

Listen to the earth, it’s trying to tell you how to take care of it.

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le4ftea · 3 years

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So, uhh how would Tanjiro Inosuke and Genya act after having sex with their s/o for the first time? Would they be protective? Shy? Lovey-dovey? Thank you ^^

OWO HONEY. I'll tell you.

Demon Slayer Boys after being Intimate. G/N!Reader

Tanjirou

When he found out about you liking him back...

He was shaking with excitement, his hands shaking and his fingers going numb.

He was so happy that he felt that he could die and know that at least he had you.

But when you both had sex

He was very passionate and kind with each thrust, the world spinning with every deep pound into you.

After you both had lose your innocents to one another

He was shy and very gentle with you the next day, and felt as if he fell in love with you all over again.

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You softly hummed as you felt like the day had been washed in vanilla and cinnamon, the morning was somehow more lovely then before. Slowly rising up from the bed, you felt a bit of soreness in the lower half of your body.

Groaning quietly to yourself, you sat up.

A fuzzy bath robe wrapped around you yet slipped off your shoulders due to the fact it was a little bigger then usual.

Both of your bare shoulders shining with a pink blush.

Still half closed, you looked around the room almost drunkly.

Confused of why you were alone in the bed you passionately shared with the hero to all himself.

Tanjirou.

Without another minute of worry of his where abouts, the sliding doors open in a clumsy way.

A soft gasp leaving whomever it was, as the sound of dishes cling together.

"Oh oh no!" He whispered shouted as they struggled with the door and what seemed to be a tray.

You stumble onto your feet and quietly walk over to the man at the door, gently holding the door open for him to enter.

A soft smile on your face as you spoke to him, silky and smooth.

"Need help love?"

Tanjirou squaled and almost fell back from your sudden presence.

"D-Darling! Did I wake you?" Sounding worried about being to loud.

Giggling and shaking your head you replied with a 'no'.

Tanjirou had brought a tray of rice eggs and bacon that had sliced green onion and some yellow mashed potatoes that had some cheese inside, with some tea.(I wish I could eat this.)

A small blush on your face at the cute gesture.

You sat next to him and kissed his cheek.

Turning to face you immediately, his face burning a bright red. Almost whimpering at you.

Both of you grabbed your chop sticks and started to eat while you asked why he brought the food himself.

He looked away as he scratched his cheek, a blush still visible.

"Well... I just felt bad that I went to rough on you last night, I got selfish near the end and gave into my needs and probably hurt you a bit. So I asked if I could take our food here today as an apology."

His mood at change the atmosphere in the room, his face also turned into a sad frown.

You gently crested his cheek drawing his attention to you.

"You didn't hurt me love, all you did is make me fall in love with you more."

His frown jumped into a smile as a small tears popped from his eyes.

He would never be able to let you go now.

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Inosuke

He was very obvious with his crush on you, yet you seemed to be denser then a brick.

When he start up told you he loved you.

You had no other choice but to know.

And when you both finally got intimate.

Holy Hell.

This man was going really hard and rough with you, gentle groaning as you screamed his name. It was like he had been waiting forever to pound you into the bed.

Like a beast breeding his mate.

The next day he was in a daze almost for a week.

Not speaking to anyone but only staying by your side with flowers dancing around him.

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Laying on his chest, you would occasionally snuggle into him. His arm underneath you holding you closer to him.

His other laying on his toned stomach.

You both stayed like this for a while till you had the feeling of hunger, stomach grumbling quite loud now.

You pushed yourself from his warm body and saw his state that you didn't notice before.

He seemed to be a melted puddle of happiness, his aura a heart warmed glow as he had finally had you.

A dopey grin on his face until he saw you about to leave, gripping your wrist he sat up too. Looking you in your eyes deeply.

"I'm going to get food Inosuke" you whined almost at the growing hunger.

He pouted and almost asked you to stay with his eyes alone, his body language begging for you to not leave him yet.

Sighing you stood up but helped him up too and hugged him.

"Just come with me, we can eat together." His aura rising back to a heart warming glow as you felt hims nod, grabbing his bore hat he placed it on and walked with you to find food.

Sitting outside together, munching on bean buns. Humming at the yummy flavors, you turned to look at Inosuke.

A soft smile on his mouth as he ate his bun, still happy as a puppy that got a treat.

You giggled and sat closer to him as you both enjoyed eachother presences.

The wamr spring breeze blowing soft smells of nature, it was a perfect morning with Inosuke.

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Genya

This man was so rough when it came to all but you. He just silently stays by your side and always make sure he gives you enough attention.

When he confessed to you, he was a stuttering mess which was quite out of character.

And when you both decided to have sex

O my God.

You would think he would go crazy

But when he put himself in.

He would slowly pound into you, with each thrust he would whisper how much you truly meant to him.

Telling you how long he waited to be connected with you.

And he made sure you had at least four orgasms.

So in the morning he was more prideful then ever and actually acted happy to others which made people scared for their lives.

He also marked you up quite a lot on your neck to make sure they all knew you both were together.

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"Ouch! G-Genya that hurts!"

You whined as Genya gently pressed each hickey that was a beautiful purple on your neck.

Small tears forming at your big loveable eyes.

The morning was bright and fresh as the two of you woke form your long night of love making, the both of you were hugging one another when you guys opened your eyes.

Genya quickly moved away from you and wore blush of crimson while yelling at you to not get the wrong idea.

Even though the two of you basically saw eachother naked.

You both chatted about how silly he was acting but Genya smirked when he saw your neck that looked like you came back from a fight.

Blushing at how many you had, he kissed each one with a cute smile on his rough face.

"You look so beautiful."

He made sure you did not hide any of his marks with your cloths and walked with you around the temple where all of the demon slayers stayed.

The others asked if you were okay since you looked like you were in a fight to the death.

You waved them off, saying it was nothing serious and they shouldn't worry to much.

As you drifted off to the reality of what gave you such mark in the first place.

Blushing and shaking the heat from your face, you saw in the corner of your eye.

Genya grinning like an idiot. But you found this quite charming.

Running to him after saying your goodbye to the others you were talking too

You hugged Genya and hid your face in his chest, a soft groan at the sudden impact.

He frantically tried to get you off him as you could tell he was blushing at your embrace, you laughed to yourself quietly as you heard his heart beating faster then anything in the world.

He was adorable in his own strong way.

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Hey, what about some professional chef S/O, like Ramsey level but a bit less of a terror. Like, for some weird reason bots and cons can, temporally, consume human food and their S/O offers them to show them the endless wonders and finese that is human cousine. What would their S/O make for them, asuming they accept the offer, and what would be their reactions? Who would be mindblow and love it? Being able to consume only energon/oil and having no other source of food sounds quite depressing...

Ooh, this sounds fun! I don't talk about this often, but I have a headcanon that the TFA bots can consume human food while in their earth vehicle/robot modes- I just don't include it in pieces I write because I don't want to get ten comments around the lines of "well, ACTUALLY, they can only ingest ENERGON and OIL", ya feel? Anyways, this'll be a fun one; TFA Characters With A Chef S/O Who Wants To Cook For Them headcanons are under the cut! Enjoy <3

Optimus Prime: He’s happy to try your food because it’s something you love making. He’s really into things that are either extremely sour or extremely salty; french fries, pickled vegetables, sour candies, green beans, etc.

Ratchet: He’s reluctant at first, insistent that it can’t be good for him to ingest food he’s not technically meant to ingest, but with enough convincing from the others, he finally tries it. His personal favorites are tacos, burritos, rice, and vegetable bowls.

Prowl: He tries your cooking because it’s a sweet offer and it’ll be nice to partake in something that you’ve become passionate about to make your career. His favorite foods end up being soba noodles, rice, and stir fry made with veggies and no meat- he just likes the texture and doesn’t like meat at all... He also just feels bad consuming animals, too.

Bumblebee: He’s been wanting to try human food since he got to earth, so hell yeah he’s excited about trying your food! His favorites are things like breakfast foods; pancakes, eggs, waffles, bacon, toast, and more.

Bulkhead: He’s too embarrassed to ask you to cook for him but wants to try human food pretty bad after Bee raves about it, so he’s glad that you’re the one to make the offer. He ends up being really into meat and basically meat only; burgers, steaks, chicken, pork chops, bacon, sausage, etc. Oddly enough, though, he also loves vegetable substitutes for meat like cauliflower steak and veggie burgers.

Jazz: One of the first things he wants to do when he gets to earth is try human food, so when he finds out you’re a chef, he’s like... It’s meant to be! Amazing! You make a lot of food for him to try, and his favorites end up being seafood like shrimp, lobster, and crab with different preparation techniques and flavoring. He’s not super into actual fish, though.

Sentinel Prime: At first, he insists that organic food must be disgusting, but then he smells you cooking it one day and he’s hooked. He’s one of those people who hyperfixates on like two foods and doesn’t want anything else, so all he wants is bread, but on the bright side, he’ll eat any kind of bread; his favorite are white bread rolls with butter, freshly rolled out, baked in the oven, and piping hot.

Ultra Magnus: He doesn’t get the point, but he’s old and has pretty much stopped caring so he’ll try anything once. He actually ends up being a huge fan of your cooking and wants it all the time, but doesn’t want to bother you by asking, so you always have to be the one to offer. His favorite things for you to make are steak, chicken, grilled corn, and mashed potatoes.

Megatron: He initiates you cooking for him because he gets tired of the same energon and oil he has on earth and doesn’t have access to the flavorings he usually has on Cybertron for it. He knows he needs to eat/drink something different or he’s going to go insane. He ends up being more into fruit and fruit dishes than anything, popping grapes like pills and craving smoothies, salads, etc. His favorite things that you make are fruit-centered desserts or any savory dish made with wine.

Starscream: He acts like he doesn’t want it at first, but the second you act like you’re going to listen and not cook for him, he changes his mind. He ends up being more into sugary human drinks than human food, though, enjoying your cooking because you made it and you’re special to him but ultimately preferring smoothies, sodas, juices, snow cones, flavored water, and milkshakes.

Blitzwing: The different personalities have different feelings about you cooking for them and them ingesting human food. Blitzwing thinks it’s pointless and a waste of perfectly good human food since he has energon for himself, Hothead is excited at the thought but won’t admit it, and Random is HYPE. 2/3 majority vote wins and you end up making different foods for them to try. Icy likes ice cream, Hothead likes spicy chips and cooked bell peppers with a dip like hummus or ranch, and Random likes cakes and chocolates.

Lugnut: You’d cook for him...? He’s honored and so very excited! He loves everything you make and will eat it all. He can eat you out of house and home and, surprisingly, has no problem with the concept of constantly ingesting human food even though he isn’t really used to it. He’s not super picky and doesn’t have preferences, just loves it all, so he doesn’t have a favorite.

Shockwave: He doesn’t accept at first, thinking that it’s easier to just drink the pre-made energon; it’s more logical than wasting time cooking, right? But if you just bring him food without asking beforehand, he can’t deny it. His personal favorites are pudding and cookies. He’s got a horrible sweet tooth.

Soundwave: He reluctantly lets you cook for him but doesn’t like it. He’s only likes raw vegan foods for taste, texture, and moral reasons, so expect him to be eating a lot of salads, fruits, and nuts. His favorite snacks are cucumber slices, and he’ll sit around and eat onions and tomatoes like they’re apples. Even the other Decepticons think he’s disgusting for doing it.

Swindle: His first thought is that it sounds expensive, and he already has energon to fuel with... But if you so insist and you’re the one paying for ingredients and whatnot, he doesn’t mind the thought of trying human food; he’s an adventurous mech, after all! You start cooking for him regularly, he likes it so much that he insists on paying for it, and unsurprisingly, he’s into the finer things like beef wellington, panna cotta, duck, caviar, etc.

Lockdown: He doesn’t hate the idea of you cooking for him; saves him on energon, right? He actually asks you to do it first- he’s only on earth and able to try human food for so long at a time, after all. His favorites end up being hearty soups and stews like tomato soup, chili, etc.

Blackarachnia: Human food...? It doesn’t sound that good. The fact that it’s solid is already kinda gross, but she can ingest it a lot better than the others can because of her organic side- the spider aliens usually eat other bugs, though she certainly has never partaken in that. She tries to help you cook but is really bad at it and just allows you to do it. Her favorites are homemade fish and chips, and basically anything else that’s fried or crunchy.

Wasp: The thought of human food disgusts him at first, but if you really want him to try your cooking, he’ll do it. Wasp is a surprisingly sensitive soul after all and he knows it’s something your passionate about. Even after you get him to eat your cooking, the few things he likes are pastas and some other Italian food.

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