#dried yogurt

[brooklynisher]

I love being in a fandom filled with autistic people

If I wasn’t, then I think everyone would just assume I was like 9 years old

[morethansalad]

Chocolate Granola Breakfast Tart with Yogurt and Berries (Vegan, Gluten-Free & Refined Sugar-Free)

[thunderheadfred]

Prepare yourself. I have obtained real unedited footage of the most ferocious creature on earth.

[oysterie]

Abdomen and back still hurtssssd augh

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

exist without permission

yet another internet cat that got to sit on a motorcycle has died, when will the madness stop. wrote some self-indulgent canon x oc i'm not going to put in the tag. hella honestly, it's not very good or very ic, but it did get me to focus my brain on something. könig x oc, sfw, 1.2k words

König loves rats. He has loved them since he was a kid, growing up in a rotten shithole in the part of Schladming where tourists didn’t fucking dare to go. 

His girlfriend bought him two for his thirty-fourth birthday–a bonded pair of two fat boys, because males were the more affectionate sex in the species, one a little hooded fellow with a black mask of fur that rides down to his white shoulders and body, and a fat ball of black fur. 

Rivka had led him into his rental’s second bathroom with a grim face like she was going to show him a body she’d dismembered and needed help disposing (and, being the foolish, loving fuck he is, he was already trying to scrape up different darkweb solvent solutions he’d found over the years to dissolve everything down to bonemeal–even though she would’ve known better). 

“You have to be quiet, no sudden noises,” she’d warned him, and the little smile trying to tug at the corner of her thin mouth—revealing a slice of her sharp, silvery teeth—clued him in. She was excited. And there, in the bottom of the tub, was a spare bath towel, a bowl of water, and an overturned cardboard pet carrier. On the far side, facing the opposite wall, were two whiskered noses, stacked on top of one another.

König’s heart stopped beating so suddenly, he really thought it was some fatal shit. He’d spent most of the rest of the afternoon on the bathroom floor, cramped between tub and toilet, talking quietly to the young rats. Just dangling his hand near them, brushing his fingers over their soft, sleek backs, letting them get used to his voice, until they began to approach him. When they gripped the band of his watch, and then the cuff of his long sleeve to climb up his arm and explore, he let them.

He took a picture of them taking turns running the length of his thigh to his bent knee, and texted it to Rivka as she set up their big fucking enclosure in the spare room that served as his office. 

Eventually, the rats navigate their way into the hood of his sweatshirt with shocking ease, and nibble the ends of his hair until they fall asleep. König doesn’t cry about it, but he weathers a sick-and-warm tantrum of awe that fills his gut and rises up his throat as if to kill him by bodily shock. 

He loves rats. 

And they love him.

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When it’s time for Milf and Dilf to eat, they have to be separated, or they will beat the blind fuck out of one another. König has no idea where the behavior came from, and the breeder Rivka bought them from refused to answer calls after the fact. They show no aggression otherwise, so loving and dependent upon each other that a separation of an hour causes them to worry and sicken. It is simply at feeding time. 

They’re largely free range rats, allowed to roam the house at liberty all day, and König only has to click his tongue to summon them from where they are playing, but it’s rare that he even has to. The little darling shits are so intelligent that they understand their schedule, and at 2000 he and the boys will more often than not end up going to the kitchen at the same time, the two of them darting between his feet. They race ahead, stop, look back to check on him, and race again.

They eat better than he normally would, if he didn’t cook for Rivka. Fancy rat food, a bisl of yogurt, kale. Sometimes, raspberries, if the fucking things don’t mold on him before he can even shove them in the fridge. They love sugar, but sugar will kill them. 

Where König is too weak to deny him things that drip death into his body sweet-slow, the rats are helpless, and don’t know better, and can’t control themselves. He has to withhold for them. 

Because they are small, because their eyes are so wet and kind. Because they want him and need him and depend upon him to take care of them. 

Because he loves them.

And because they love him. 

He scoops Dilf into his hoodie pocket, and Milf into his hood. He carries them to find Rivka—who is lying in the big bed on her side, with her legs crossed, buried in a smutty book delivered vis-a-vis Kindle screen—and hands off Milf and his bowl. She clicks her eyes up, and pushes into his hip with the ball of her foot. “Hi kultsi.”

“I’m taking Dilf with me to my computer,” he says. He stands. He waits. 

It takes a second, but he can tell when the thought clicks in her head, like the slide of a bolt-action driving another bullet home. She folds her arm behind her head, disappearing the entire Kindle behind her back, and frowns her apology. “I’m not playing Sims tonight. My mods are all broken after the horse ranch expansion, so I just left my laptop on your shelf. But I’ll come watch you dick around, if you don’t mind.”

His expression snits slightly, but he forces it to smooth. Of course, he doesn’t fucking mind. What he fucking minds is not being near her, even if they aren’t talking or doing anything. He really fucking minds it when they’re both home and he doesn’t have her in his line of sight for longer than twenty minutes.

But Rivka minds it, too, and they always come to find each other when that minute mark draws near. 

He runs his hand up her ankle to squeeze her toned, tattooed calf, and nods when he’s taken too long to respond as he chews apart his thoughts, her scope-glass eyes training on his face. “Sounds good. Just going to fuck around in Satisfactory for a while.”

“You and those fucking Swede games, Lee,” she grunts under her breath, shaking her head and turning back to her reading. Can frog march the Special Jaeger out of Finland, etc. 

A smirk cuts across his warped mouth, and he bends down to kiss her shin. He leaves when he sees the corner of her mouth twitch again. 

Dilf sits on his desk, going mad on his dinner, pausing only to wipe both paws over his face like a prayer to get yogurt off his fur. At one point he holds a little piece of kale in a small fist while he does it, and König about dies. 

Maybe fifteen minutes later, Milf rides in on Rivka’s shoulder, looking sleepy. She pulls up her desk chair and kicks over the old milk crate she uses as an ottoman, setting herself up to König’s left. Once she’s settled, Milf stirs, standing on hind legs, sniffing the air, and Rivka automatically puts a hand on König’s thigh, creating a ramp for Milf to run down to reunite with Dilf. 

And König settles in. His girlfriend reads something condemnably filthy next to him, glancing at his screen, and his rats sleep in a warm pile on his lap. 

[griffinhallie]

Mediterranean Beef Kabobs with Greek Feta Salad and Tzatziki - Kabob Recipe

Mediterranean Beef Kabobs with Greek Feta Salad and Tzatziki. With these flavorful beef kabobs served with a refreshing Greek feta salad and creamy tzatziki sauce, you'll get a taste of the Mediterranean.

[superfastjellyfishsandwitch]

Made a pretty breakfast!!!!

The colorful spots are from a fun Fetty protein powder I put in the smoothie

[formeryelpers]

Cuppa Yo, 3970 Summit Rd, Dublin, CA 94568

Fro-yo girl here. Cuppa Yo is now open in Dublin, California’s Tivoli Plaza. Tivoli Plaza is a new development that opened last year. It has an Indian supermarket called Turmeric, restaurants, shops, a Montessori pre-school, etc.

Cuppa Yo was founded in 2009 in Bend, Oregon. They’ve been signing franchisees and opening many new stores recently. The concept is self-serve and can now be found in multiple states. The Dublin location is their first in California.

Cuppa Yo Dublin features ten self-serve froyo flavors a day, toppings (fruit, popping boba, mochi, candy, chocolate chips, cereal, cheesecake, sprinkles, cookies, nuts, and sauces) for $0.82/oz. I didn’t see the price per ounce listed anywhere. They also have the option of flat rate cups (but you can’t go over the rim), $6 for 12 oz cups, $8 for 16 oz cups, and $12 quarts. The flat rate pricing does not include any toppings. Other options include pre-packed quarts with toppings, freeze-dried candy, and froyo for dogs. Cones are available.

Froyo flavors:

Country vanilla

Dole pineapple

Original tart

Mountain blackberry

Pistachio

Salted caramel pretzel

NSA raspberry

Mango sunrise sorbet

Cake batter

Cable car chocolate

The shop was clean and cheerful with black tiles and orange and white walls. Veterans and seniors enjoy 10% off. There was a big sign about sample scamming, and when I asked for samples, I received one cup (stingy).

They serve YoCream yogurt and use Taylor soft serve machines. I was pleased with the texture and flavor of Country Vanilla froyo (thick, creamy, sweet like frozen custard), but the toppings bar feels limited and has little fresh fruit. The brownie brittle topping tasted odd. Also, I think the price is high for the area, though it's not that much more than Yogurtland Dublin's $0.78/oz. Froyo flavors and toppings were standard.

You do get a color-changing spoon with your cup of froyo.

You know you love me. X0 X0, fro-yo girl.

3.5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[laikahh]

wish cornucopia artisan machines would like. let me pick and choose which machines i want in my game

[chatakedarecipe]

A Delicious Recipe for a Granola Parfait

Yogurt / Granola Parfait recipe is a simple breakfast or snack that starts with a thick and creamy yogurt layered with homemade granola and fresh berries then topped with more fresh berries and a honey drizzle. A delicious breakfast is ready in only a few minutes.

here; is an Irresistible Homemade Granola Parfait recipe cooked in just 30 minutes.

[thumbspooned]

i’ve never been much of a picky eater but for suhoor there are only about 2 and a half things i can stomach .. and of course i cleared the plate but lord tonight my mum preemptively made plain porridge with banana (and served it on a PLATE)? shivers down my spine

[mileymiller]

Italian Hummus with Yogurt - Hummus Recipe

Italian Hummus with Yogurt. This creamy, flavorful Italian-inspired hummus is ideal as a dip or spread. The sun-dried tomatoes and oregano add a unique twist, and the yogurt adds a smooth and tangy finish.

[morethansalad]

Chocolate Strawberry Banana Bread (Vegan & Gluten-Free)

[stewartkamora]

Italian Hummus with Yogurt - Hummus Recipe

Italian Hummus with Yogurt. This creamy, flavorful Italian-inspired hummus is ideal as a dip or spread. The sun-dried tomatoes and oregano add a unique twist, and the yogurt adds a smooth and tangy finish.

[egg-pocket-zone]

Cranberry Chicken Salad with Oranges

This Cranberry Chicken Salad with Oranges is a tasty and refreshing take on a traditional chicken salad. The salad's texture and flavor are enhanced by the combination of juicy oranges, sweet dried cranberries, and crunchy pecans. The creamy dressing, flavored with honey and Dijon mustard, binds all of the ingredients together for the perfect balance of sweetness and tanginess. Made from Dried Cranberries, Honey, Salt And Pepper, Celery, Chicken, Greek Yogurt, Oranges, Mayonnaise, Pecans, Dijon Mustard.

[sowlmates]

yogurt with fruit is literally so good...