#how to make nesquik

[luckystorein22]

The Irresistible Delight: Indulge in Nestle Nesquik Chocolate Drink for Pure Bliss!

Indulge in the Irresistible Delight: Nestle Nesquik Chocolate Drink for Pure Bliss!

Discover the perfect treat to satisfy your chocolate cravings with Nestle Nesquik Chocolate Drink. Delve into a world of pure bliss as you indulge in the rich, creamy goodness of this delectable beverage.

Every sip of Nesquik takes you on a journey of pure delight. The smooth, velvety chocolate flavor tantalizes your taste buds, leaving you craving for more. Whether you enjoy it hot or cold, Nesquik is the ultimate companion for a moment of pure indulgence.

Made with the finest quality cocoa and a touch of sweetness, Nesquik offers a harmonious blend that is simply irresistible. It's the perfect beverage to start your day on a sweet note or to enjoy as an afternoon pick-me-up. Kids and adults alike will find themselves captivated by the delightful taste of this beloved chocolate drink.

Not only does Nesquik taste incredible, but it also provides essential nutrients. Packed with vitamins and minerals, it is a wholesome choice for a quick and convenient beverage. You can feel good knowing that you're treating yourself to a delicious drink that also supports your well-being.

So, why resist the allure of Nestle Nesquik Chocolate Drink? Dive into a world of pure bliss and let the irresistible delight of this beverage transport you to chocolate heaven. Give in to your cravings and experience the magic of Nesquik today!

[woolydemon]

attention everyone do not cause me stress at the moment for I am.

drinking a warm beverage (yummy yummy hot cocoa(

[play-now-my-lord]

stem confessions

FOOD SCIENCE: it's all bullshit. Food isn't real. We don't know anything about how it works. Any given food could make you immortal or kill you instantly for all we could say. Maybe it's all placebo or something. Don't get me wrong, if you don't eat you definitely die. But I basically just say whatever Cadbury or the Beef Council or whoever paid my latest grant says. I'm the Nesquik bunny with extra steps. Sometimes I imagine the grantmakers telling me when I'm allowed to piss or jerk off, and I have to admit the thought's been arousing lately

CLIMATOLOGY: you know, when i became a climate scientist i figured we'd be fighting global warming. But so many people donate their bodies to science. It turns out we have to spend so much time blowing up their bodies with dynamite that we don't have time to do climate science. Blowing them up and turning them into goop and mist is a full-time job, at least 8 hours a day, 5 days a week I spend doing it. I'll tell you how my day goes: I kiss my beautiful wife goodbye and drive to my job in the morning, I stuff dynamite into the bodies of dead people who donated their bodies to science, and obviously I have to stand well clear which also takes a lot of time - and, well, one thing leads to another, and then I'm home again, zero actual climate science performed. I haven't even read a paper since grad school, let alone written one. I know less about the weather than your local news team. At least they don't have to blow up all these dead guys with dynamite all the livelong day

ENGINEERING: I love murder and death and killing and violence and death and murder and killing and murder and death murder violence murder kill death violence violence violence violence

OCEANOGRAPHY: There's aliens down there man

[moonlit-escape]

. ☠︎︎.˖⚝๋࣭⭑ֶָ֢♱ Gene Mystreet headcanons !!

my third and final favourite mystreet character. he's so silly i need to beat his ass

bisexual (it runs in the family. their mom is bi too)

the eyebags aren't just bc he's has a god awful sleep schedule, they're actually hereditary (dante covers his with cucumbers and a skincare routine)

only speaks in spanish when he's losing his shit (arguing, panicking, tripped and scraped his knee on the sidewalk)

god can that boy dance

honestly just really loves cats

he went through a rough patch in uni and it sort of gave him a major wake up call as to just how he was doing and what kind of person he was and wanted to be

he, zenix, and sasha went their separate ways during uni, but tried to keep mostly in touch until eventually coming back together as roomies

god he would have just. the Worst depression meals. bro eats macaroni cheese dust in a glass with milk like it's a fucking nesquik packet. takes apart oreos and eats all the cream off, then puts pieces of ham in between them like theyre goddamn lunchable crackers. makes mayonnaise and jello sandwiches. takis and sweet relish. sasha and zenix have to make sure they come home on time and cook something before he puts whatever fucking concoction he makes into his body.

but he's actually a pretty damn good cook (when he's Not in a depressive episode)

learned to read fairly quickly, so he would always read dante to sleep

HARD gifted kid burnout like my man crashed and burned at 16

but now he's just a silly little nerd

favourite ninja turtle is donatello (mainly bc his fav color is purple)

he likes anime a lot, honestly. especially from 1990 to 2000s

plays mihoyo games. his mains are, respectively; cyno (genshin), jing yuan (hsr), and anton (zenless). This is a meta joke.

piercings,,, pirericngs,,,,, yesssss ,.

typa guy to use kaomoji and cat emoticons and send you cat videos off of youtube

the only social media he has is tumblr and reddit his punkass doesnt fw any other

he'd probably get a tattoo. maybe for his sweet girl, Apple, the poor thing

wants another cat, but he wants to give sasha and zenix no other choice but to let him take one in, so he's up Praying a stray will find him and follow him home

*opens his wallet and an entire roll of dante's baby pictures fall out* "UHM- UH- FWUH- I WAS HOLDING THESE FOR MY MOM-" dante, travis, and aph tear up on the spot

was never that mean to travis, since he was dante's best friend, but he was never careful around him either, so

him and garroth actually end up being great friends who just spend most of their conversations gushing about mutual interests (their baby brothers, cats, video games) or sassing each other off

no wait bc why would his taste in men absolutely be himbos. (or at least just very sweet, kind-hearted people)

he calls people by specific little terms of endearment, depending on the type of response. that doesnt make sense. let me elaborate.

uses "babe" or "honey" when someone is in distress or upset ("oh, honey,,")

uses "bucko" or "buddy" when someone mouths off at him ("oookay there, buddy." "alright then, bucko.")

you get it now

[moodymelanist]

I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck) — Epilogue

I can’t believe this story has finally come to a close!! Thank you so much to everyone who followed along with me on this fic, I had so much fun writing it and trying my hand at slow burn for the first time 🩷

Also, a very big and special shoutout to the GC for motivating me every month to write this and helping me come up with fun little ideas to sneak in. Y’all kept me going and I couldn’t have done it without you!!

I hope this ties up everything nicely!!! until next time and happy 2024 everyone :’)

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Cassian

Cassian had been enjoying his dream when he was abruptly yanked into consciousness by the sound of his daughter screaming her head off in excitement.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Sera yelled at the top of her lungs, her little feet just narrowly missing crushing Cassian’s hand as she jumped up and down on the bed. How she’d managed to even climb up without shaking him awake was beyond him, but she’d certainly accomplished her goal now. “Wake up! It’s Christmas!”

“Jesus Christ, what time is it,” Nesta muttered under her breath. She looked adorably grumpy as always, and Cassian fought the urge to tug where her hair pulled into two loose braids for sleep like he was the little kid here. “Okay, okay, Sera. We’re up, I promise, just give us a second.”

“Too goddamn early,” Cassian mumbled right back. He was usually an early riser, but he’d been pulling a lot of long nights leading up to the actual holiday. Sue him for wanting to sleep in a little later than six thirty in the morning. “Sera, mijita, calm down a little, okay?”

Sera had just turned four last month, so they were much more concerned about making an effort for the holidays these days now that the chances of her remembering it were so much higher. She’d been talking about Santa and wondering aloud about her presents for weeks now, and if Cassian hadn’t been so worried about making the day good for her, he would’ve been able to focus on just how adorable she was.

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[sanguineterrain]

about spilled milk - e.m.

okay now you folks said you weren't tired of the eddie snapshots so here i am with another one because it's all i can write these days...

Summary: Eddie's got you every time. Even when you've spilled milk.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings/tags: depressive episode, reader has an emotional breakdown, brief suicidal thoughts. there is an uplifting ending; not a 'they got over it!" because that's not how depression works, but i made a point not to end on a sad note. if you think these topics might upset you, please take care of yourself first.

by the way, it does get better.

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Strawberry milk is your favorite. 

Chocolate is a close second. Pure, whole milk is likely the Devil's invention. Soy milk is decent when you have the sudden, crazed urge to go healthy and reinvent your personality. 

But strawberry milk has always been there for you. 

There's a carton of it in your fridge right now. You hope it's still good. If you remember correctly (not that your memory is all that reliable these days), you'd bought it Monday. It's now Sunday. Milk doesn't expire that fast, does it? Certainly not strawberry milk, with all of Nesquik's special preservatives. 

You feel preserved too. It must be a strange process, forcing a thing to be something it's not; making it last when it doesn't want to. 

There are too many dishes in the sink. You'd promised you'd get to them today, but that had been three days ago. They add to the kitchen’s essence, you think. Or maybe that's just the preservatives talking. 

You use a paper cup so you can throw it out after. You need to throw out the garbage too, because it's rotting, and you can't handle another rotting thing in this house. 

The paper cup has little orange flowers on it. You stare at them for a long time while you work up the courage to open the fridge. 

You feel naked without your blanket. It's covered you for many days now. You're not sure what to do without it. 

Part of you wants to abandon the cup. But you're so thirsty. And you're hungry but you haven't got the energy to take a pan out of the cupboard and add another dish and throw something else away, all to rot, rot, rot. 

You take the milk from the fridge. It expires next month. The cold makes your fingers ache. It's the first tangible feeling you've had all day. 

Down the hall, the lock turns. You can't remember inviting anyone over, but, as you know, your memory isn't trustworthy these days. You think you've felt this yawning agony in your stomach for years, but you've managed to graduate high school and you've tricked a boy into falling in love with you. Years must be a stretch, right? 

You pour the milk. It's a pretty, happy pink. You wonder if it'll turn your insides a pretty, happy pink too. 

"Sweet thing, are you here?" 

The trick is done. This good boy, this person in your life you don't deserve, he's going to learn your secret. He's going to find you and your preservatives expired all over the kitchen floor. 

"Honey? Please respond to me if you're here." 

You take the milk. Somewhere between staring sightlessly at your ceiling tiles and thinking about doing the dishes, you've forgotten how to hold a cup. 

It falls. Pink milk sprays the kitchen tile. 

The yawning agony does something funny. It decides to climb up your throat. It's tired of being inside you. You can't blame it. You wouldn't want to be inside yourself either. 

Eddie finds you hunched over the counter, crying like you're grieving. And you are. You mourn the milk and you mourn the flesh that used to fill the hole in your chest. 

"Baby? Hey, hey, what's happening? What's wrong?"

Everything is wrong. You're the wrongest of all. 

Eddie leads you away from the mess. Your legs don't work right and you stagger, knees giving out. Eddie holds you and you don't like being held, but you think you might've never gotten up if Eddie wasn't here. 

"Oh, honey. Baby, it's alright. It's okay, it's okay."

This is scary. You are scary. People don't like to be afraid. Eddie will snap at you, get angry that you've spilled milk and that the agony couldn't come out until after he left.  

You wait for the hushing. The urgent pleads to calm down. You have never calmed down in your life. You don't know how. 

"It hurts," you cry and grip Eddie's shirt so hard your fingers ache. 

"What hurts? What hurts, honey? C'mere, lemme see."

"I hurt," you say. "I don't want to be here."

"Oh." Eddie tucks your face into his neck and rubs your back. Up and down, up and down. "Oh, oh, it's okay. I got you. I want you to be here. It won't always feel like this."

He cradles you through your agony. Eddie doesn't shout or shush. He doesn't tell you to mind the neighbors or your parents in the next room who'll think something is seriously fucking wrong with you. 

You cry and scream and probably squeeze Eddie too hard. And he lets you, even though the trick is over and he doesn't have to love you anymore, if he doesn't want to. 

"I'm sorry," you wail. 

"No, don't apologize. Nothing to apologize for."

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this."

You don't want to rot. You've tried your whole life to avoid this feeling. To be happy, because that's what people want. They want you to be happy so they can burden you. It's hard to burden somebody who rots. 

Eddie holds you until you stop your mourning on your own. Then he picks you up from the floor and helps you to the couch. 

"D'you want the milk?" he asks, gentle even though you're monstrous. 

You nod. 

Eddie's hand lingers on your cheek. Then he goes and cleans up your milk. And he pours more into a real glass, one that will need to be washed. Then he ties up the garbage and brings it outside. 

You drink your milk and wait for him to not come back. 

But Eddie does. He washes his hands in the kitchen sink and then he sits down next to you. 

You drink half the glass. Eddie takes it from you and puts it on the table.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," you say. 

"You didn't scare me."

"I did."

I don't want to be here, you'd said before, and they'd screamed at you for it. 

"No," Eddie says, and slips your fingers together. "You didn't. I'm not afraid of your feelings. I'm worried. And I care about you. And I love you. But I'm not afraid."

"It's too much." I'm too much.

"No, it's not." No, you're not.

You look at him. Your eyes feel hot again. 

"If you want to leave—"

"I don't. And I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it." 

Your lip wobbles, but not because of the agony. 

"You want me to hold you?" Eddie asks. 

You crawl into his arms and he sorts through your mess. He's real and alive and so are you and God, you don't want to fight this good thing anymore. 

"Tell me again you'll stay," you plead. 

"I'll stay," Eddie says. 

You curl your hand into a fist and rest it over his heart. 

"I spilled so much milk."

Eddie wipes a tear from your cheek. 

"That's okay. We can always get more."

[tussive]

I hate when people make like artificial food things at home and are like, "BUT THEY'RE EVEN BETTER!"

Like I looked up how to make strawberry milk once and the recipe was all, "Does this taste like Nesquik? No.'

FUCK YOU THEN.

I don't want strawberries blended with milk. I want Nesquik. If I wanted strawberries blended with milk I wouldn't be looking up recipes on how to make Nesquik at home you fuck.

[greensagephase]

Nonviolent Communication Part Five Food Guide/Reference Post

Disclaimer: Photos are not mine. Variations of some of the food exist as it depends on the region of the individual.

Pan Dulce - Sweet Bread (Mexican pastries)

Concha - word literally translates to "Seashell" but it's a kind of pan dulce (the specific kind Miguel and reader ate)

Tamales - I feel like everyone knows these but they can be made out of chicken or beef, and of green or red chile.

Sweet Tamales - These are sweet tamales so they include sugar and can include different toppings like raisins, pineapple, and cinnamon sticks (not to eat but for flavor). Sometimes this varies based on the background of the individual. My mom has always added food coloring to make them pink and light green.

Pozole - A kind of soup/stew made from hominy and meat (can be chicken or beef). There's different flavors based on the kind of chiles used. The typical versions I've had are red and green but I also know of pozole blanco or "white pozole." People add different toppings to it based on the region they are from like cabbage, diced onion, and avocado.

Buñuelos - fried dough fritter. These are so good and are usually made for Christmas time (based on my experience).

Items on Gabriella's Ofrenda:

Pulparindos: the thin yellow packs included in Gabriella and Gabriel's ofrenda

Pelon Pelo Rico - the small green/white bottles with red lids

The pink gum tablets on Gabriella's ofrenda (those at the very end)

Paleta Payaso - the clown chocolate covered marshmallow lollipop This is how they are always portrayed but...

they always look different when you open them

Drinks mentioned on Gabriella's Ofrenda:

Yakult: the small bottles with beige liquid and red letters

Choco Milk: chocolate powder. It's like Nesquik.

Arroz con leche (Rice with Milk) : rice pudding but Mexican version

[veggiefritterz]

why exactly do you like those 8 drinks?

pepsi max is. amazing. the store has been out of stock for 2 weeks though. i like how it is caffiney without sugarrrr

solo is great for when i eat something DISGUSTING like FROOT LOOPS which i tried today and they gave me a headache.

pineapple faygo is my favourite faygo. it is tropical and almost entirely sugar and a Homestuck reference

water is essential for my body or whatever but i don't drink it nearly as much as i should.

sunrises are a combination of pulp free oj and strawberry topping poured to look like a sunrise, with ice, a strawberry and a cocktail umbrella. i had one at a pub in Mildura and then had them at my 7th and 8th birthdays and i have had them now and then since

pulp free oj is supremely refreshing and i like how it sounds to pour. i fucking hate pulp and pith though

strawberry Nesquik (or as my family calls it, pink milk. my cousin was genuinely shocked to learn thats not what everyone says. i think we got it from charlie and lola) anyways it's only good cold. add just enough hot water to dissolve the powder and then pour lite milk for the rest. amazing. makes me think of Charlie and Lola

mango loco monster was my drink today and it was. so good. could definitely taste the sugar but it got me through a maths test so i'm happy

[useramor]

for the one thing i want to know about you: share your favorite comfort dish/recipe! 💕

hi ash!!!!!! this got long bc i did in fact include a recipe. if any of you try it pls let me know if you like it!!!! and if you don't like it i don't want to hear about it :)

for comfort dish honestly some of my favorite comfort food is just rice, beans, mashed potatoes, and scrambled eggs!! i love it. OR rice, beans, farofa de ovo (farofa is fried mandioc flour and we eat it w everything in brasil lol and farofa de ovo is just that but mixed with scrambled eggs) and french fries. you will notice these are basically the same dish. what can i say it never fails!!!

also my go to sweet is almost always brigadeiro de colher because i'm basic and brazilian and it always makes me happy. for that you will need:

1 can of condensed milk

1 tablespoon-ish of nescau (nesquik chocolate powder in the states i believe. whatever chocolate powder you use to make choccy milk works.)

1 tablespoon-ish of cocoa powder if you don't want your brigadeiro to be so sweet all your teeth rot

you can do 2 tbs of nescau if you want it really sweet. i mean it's already really sweet but like really really sweet.

but not of cocoa powder. 2 tbs of cocoa powder makes it taste weird lol.

about a spoonful of butter

a splash of creme de leite. you add this because you don't want it to get too hard. when you're making it for birthday parties you make it thick enough to roll into a little fudge ball, but i like to fill a bowl with it and eat it with a spoon while i watch the parent trap again. the creme de leite makes it so it can't get that hard! (i believe this is media crema in the usa. i will be attaching pictures.)

this ^

how to prepare:

in a medium sized pot, combine condensed milk, nescau, cocoa powder, and butter. do not add the creme de leite yet.

stir. with a wooden spoon. this is not optional. (/j lol this is just because everyone makes this with a wooden spoon and burning ur tongue licking the scalding boiling hot brigadeiro off a wooden spoon as a child is a core memory for all of us)

when it starts to bubble, add the creme de leite

stir some more

make sure you're scraping the edges and the bottom of the pot so it doesn't burn!!!

once it's all really well combined and about the consistency of. idfk. thick icing maybe? i don't eat american sweets. thick enough to eat with a spoon.

like this. though truthfully this is already a little too thick for my tastes but aim for this!!

let it cool off

or don't. as i said, burning ur tongue is a part of the experience.

eat :)

i like to eat this watching a movie with popcorn and i will mix my popcorn with my brigadeiro and it is so yum!

ask me anything

[aquietwritingcorner]

Hot Chocolate

@tmnt-event-blog

Title: Hot Chocolate Challenge: TMNT-Event-Blog’s “Snow Day Play” Bingo Card (Leonardo) Prompt: Hot Cocoa  Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 3044  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G  Characters: Leonardo Warning: NA Summary: It was a well-known fact among all their family and friends that you did not let Leonardo into the kitchen. Unless it was to make hot chocolate.    Notes: Milk will boil over fast, that’s a fact. Never take your eyes off of it.  AO3 || ff.net

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Hot Chocolate

It was a well-known fact among all their family and friends that you did not let Leonardo into the kitchen. Except for a few very specific things, he was a jinx when it came to the kitchen. If he simply walked in while someone was cooking, there was a good chance that either something was going to go wrong or that an appliance might figure that it was better to take itself out than risk Leo getting his hands on it.

This was one of many reasons both Donatello and Michelangelo had him practically banned from the kitchen. Mikey wanted his appliances, and Don wanted to stop fixing said appliances.

There were, of course, a few exceptions to this. If it required no cooking, he was fine. If it was microwavable, he could probably be trusted, those three times notwithstanding. If you needed something sliced and diced, he was your turtle. If he was making tea, there was literally no problem, and you would probably come out of it with the best tea of your life.

However, other than that? No, Leonardo was to be kept out of the kitchen. Even when he was doing the aforementioned activities, a strict eye was kept on him, just in case. He just couldn’t be trusted in the kitchen, even when he seemingly did everything exactly right.

Except for one other, singular, and mystifying exception.

It only happened in the winter, and it was the only thing that his family actually wanted him to make. They would, at times, beg him to make it, and he would, eventually, cave, and make his family the best hot chocolate they had ever had.

The prevailing theory as to why he could do it was that it was in his approach. Leonardo approached making hot chocolate the same way he approached making tea. It was all about getting the balance of flavors just right. Because of that, his hot chocolate was the best around. It was always sweet, without being overly so, and creamy, without feeling like you gave up any of the chocolate flavor. How he managed to do that with even just two percent milk and Nesquik powder was a mystery, but it was one that everyone just happily accepted.

However, the real treat when it came to his hot chocolate only happened at Christmas time. That was when he made his specialty hot chocolates, ones suited for each member of his family. He made them with nearly the same level of respect that he gave the tea ceremony, and it always turned out to be the most delicious thing that anyone ever tasted.

Leonardo was, admittedly, a bit proud of that.

Making his specialty hot chocolates was a process, but one that he gladly threw himself into. Everyone in his family had a different way that they liked their hot chocolate, especially when it came to the sweetness level, and Leo wanted to make the perfect mug for each of them. It had taken some trial and error, but after years of this, and access to better and better ingredients, he was pretty sure he had created the perfect mug for each member of his family.

Currently, he was starting up his process as a treat for Christmas Eve. No one else was in the kitchen, and, leaving Leo free to confidently pull out a saucepan and his ingredients. He laid everything out, having it within reach, and then he started. A small amount of whole milk went into the saucepan first, and he set it on a low heat, not wanting it to boil over or scorch. He’d warm it incrementally to prevent that. Then he turned his attention to the best quality melting chocolate that April had been able to find him.

He started with the dark chocolate. He took off a small piece and tasted it. It had a bitterness to it, which was what he was expecting. Nodding to himself, he took some and put it in a small microwavable bowl, heating it up. He didn’t need much for this first batch. Just enough to make about three mugs of hot chocolate.

Watching the chocolate carefully, he pulled it out when it was at the consistency that he wanted and took it over to the stove. The milk was starting to warm, and Leo bumped the heat up a little bit. Then he carefully poured the melted dark chocolate into the saucepan, stirring and mixing the two together until the liquid in the saucepan was a nice, rich, brown color. He bumped the heat up bit by bit, warming the concoction slowly. It was getting close to a boil when he dipped a spoon in, tasting it. It was just right for Leatherhead and Leo removed the saucepan from the heat, pouring the liquid into a mug that Don had assured him would keep anything warm or cool for hours.

Once it was poured, he reached over, turning the burner on the stove back down, and sat the saucepan with the remaining hot chocolate in it back on it, to keep it warm. He slid the mug under a warming light that Don had set up for him, and then turned his attention back to the saucepan.

He added more whole milk to the saucepan and started to bump the heat back up. While it was warming again, Leo took a good chuck of the milk chocolate melting chocolate and broke it up before putting it in a bowl. Again, he tasted a small part of it, so he’d have an idea of the sugar content, and then put it in the microwave. Keeping a close eye on it and on the saucepan, Leo melted the chocolate to a point that he was content with. Again, he took the bowl, and gently poured and scraped the melted chocolate into the saucepan. The rest of these mugs of hot chocolate would be more milk chocolate based, but Leo knew that Don, Splinter, and himself would enjoy the little bit of bitterness that the dark chocolate would add to it.

Stirring the saucepan carefully to keep it from scorching, Leo once again worked the chocolate into the milk, bumping the heat up bit by bit again. This time, though, he added a bit of sugar to the mix, sweetening the mixture a little. He didn’t add too much, though, not for this next mug. Once again, he continued to stir until the mixture was getting close to a boil. He dipped the spoon in again to taste it. It was sweet, but the sugar wasn’t overpowering, and he could still taste some of the bitterness of the dark chocolate.

Nodding to himself, Leo once again, pulled the saucepan off of the stove and poured some of the concoction into a mug. He quickly sat the saucepan down, turning the eye back to simmer, and turned his attention to the mug he had just poured. It was still quite warm, which was good. He picked up a bottle of room temperature peach syrup and added just a dash of it into the hot chocolate. Don’s favorite flavor was peach, and this little bit in there always pleased him. He stirred it around, making sure it was all mixed in and not settled on the bottom, and took another small taste. The hint of peach was perfect, and, satisfied, He put that mug under the warming light as well.

The next mug he was going to make was his own, and Leo bumped the heat back up on the saucepan and added more sugar. He definitely liked more sugar than Don did, but not too much. Again, he spent time stirring the liquid, making sure that it didn’t scorch. If it did, he’d have to start all over again, and that wasn’t something that Leo really wanted to do. So, he watched it carefully and, when it seemed close to a boil, again dipped a spoon in it to taste it.

As this was his mug, he could adjust it as he wanted, and he added in a touch more sugar, stirring it in carefully. After he was sure it was stirred in well he, again, tasted the hot chocolate. This time it was more to his liking, and, bringing another mug over, he poured some of it out. Again, he turned down the eye to a simmer, sitting the saucepan back on the eye, and turned his attention to his mug. He reached for a small packet that he had laying nearby, and carefully he added the blend of chai spices to the chocolate, stirring it in carefully. This mug he took a good sip of and hummed to himself, pleased.

He put his mug under the heating light and turned his attention back to making the next mug. This one was for Master Splinter, and he took pride in getting this one just right. He bumped the heat up on the burner again and added a little more sugar to the saucepan. In years past, Splinter had taken less sugar in his than Leo did, but as the rat grew older, so did his sweet tooth. It was always a guessing game just how much sweetness he would want. It was never anything overpowering, but it was always just incrementally more than the year before. It meant that Leo tasted this one several times before he decided that it was the right level of sweetness.

When he was finally satisfied, however, he poured some into a mug, turned down the eye, put the saucepan back on it, and then went to add his final touches to Splinter’s mug. Picking up a small bottle of mint extract, he added a couple of drops, stirring it in. Getting the balance between sweet and mint was the trickiest part of Splinter’s mug, and Leo took his time in making sure that it was just right. It took him three different taste tastes, but he was eventually satisfied with the balance.

Leaving it under the warming light, he got started on April’s mug next. For hers, he didn’t need more sugar, but more milk. She enjoyed a creamier tasting hot chocolate, and so, carefully, Leo poured more milk into the saucepan, bumping the heat up bit by bit. The trick to this was not to thin out the chocolate too much, but to add just enough milk to make it a little creamier. Leo had to pay special attention to this, as the addition of more milk made the whole thing more likely to boil over.

Judging more by color and smell than when it was ready to boil, Leo finally took a taste of the chocolate, swishing it around in his mouth to figure out if it was creamy enough. Finally deciding it was, Leo pulled over another mug, and poured the hot chocolate into it. He slid it under the warming light, and, again, turned the heat down on the eye and put the saucepan back on it.

This time, though, he turned his attention back to the melting chocolate. He broke some of it off, and then broke that into smaller pieces, once again melting it in the microwave. When it was ready, he pulled it out, and took it over to the saucepan, adding it to the mixture. Raph wanted a richer flavor, and Leo mixed in the new chocolate, giving him that. He watched as the liquid turned darker, stirring it to make sure that it all mixed well, and then added in some more sugar. Once again, Leo waited until the chocolate was nearly at a boil before he tasted it.

He found it perfect for Raph, and he quickly removed the saucepan, pouring it into a mug. Turning down the eye to simmer again, and setting the saucepan on it, Leo reached for the cayenne he had waiting and added just a pinch to the mixture. He stirred it around and took a small taste. Leo made a face, as he wasn’t fond of his chocolate being spicy, but Raph would enjoy it, so he slid it with the other mugs under the warming light.

Turning back to the stove, Leo once again bumped the heat up, and then added a hefty dose of sugar to the mixture. He stirred carefully, it taking a little bit of time for the sugar to work its way in to his satisfaction. Again, he let the concoction get close to a boil, and then tasted it. It was very sugary, more than he preferred by far, but he knew that Casey enjoyed that sugary sweet taste in his hot chocolate.

He pulled yet another mug over, pouring the liquid into it. Bumping down the heat once more and setting the saucepan on it, Leo made a face as he reached for some Hershey’s syrup and squirted a liberal amount of it into the mug. With a sigh, he stirred it in, making sure that the syrup didn’t settle at the bottom of the mug. He tasted it, shaking his head a bit, but pushed the mug under the warming light.

Now it was time for Mikey’s hot chocolate. Leo took the remaining melting chocolate, and broke it up, putting it in the microwave, stopping it every so often to stir before putting it back in longer so that all of it would be melted. Once that was done, he pulled out the rather full bowl, and carried it back over the saucepan, dumping the chocolate into the mixture and bumping up the heat. He stirred it, very concerned about the chocolate scorching, but once he was sure it was fine, he reached for the sugar, adding in far more than was healthy.

All of this made the hot chocolate a bit thick, but Mikey claimed that he liked it that way, so Leo stirred it in. This time, he mostly relied on smell to let him know when it was ready. He took a small taste of it, grimacing at the overpowering sweetness, but poured it into the remaining mug anyway.

This time Leo sat the saucepan on an eye that was off and turned off the one that was on. That part of the hot chocolate was finished, but he hadn’t added on the garnishes yet. Turning his attention to the mugs that were sitting under the warming light, Leo reached for them one by one to add a few final touches before loading them onto a tray to take out to his family.

For Leatherhead, he added a touch of sea salt. It would give him a bit more of the savory feeling that he liked, but also bring out the taste of the chocolate. He added a small dollop of whipped cream on Don’s, drizzling a little more of the peach syrup on it. He added a little whipped cream to his, as well, and some to Splinter’s, although he also added in a sprig of mint to his father’s mug. In April’s he added in some lavender marshmallows he’d been saving for this. Raph also got some whipped cream, with a little more cayenne sprinkled on top. For Casey he added a handful of tiny marshmallows, the kind that came in instant hot chocolate packets. Mikey’s cup was given regular mini marshmallows, enough to hide the chocolate, enough whipped cream that neither the hot chocolate or the marshmallows could be seen, and chocolate sprinkles added on top.

Leo stepped back and looked at the cups of still warm hot chocolate, and nodded to himself, satisfied. They seemed perfect, but only a taste test would truly tell. Quickly putting everything away and putting the saucepan and chocolate bowl in the sink with water, Leo turned off the warming light and picked up the tray of hot chocolate.

“Hot chocolate’s ready,” he said as he walked out and towards the rest of his family, who were all busy fixing some decorations that Klunk had knocked down earlier.

“About time, bro,” Raph said, lowering the hammer he was using. “I was beginning to think that you were just avoiding the work.”

“I don’t care if he was avoiding the work!” Mikey said, immediately abandoning what he was doing and rushing towards Leo. “Gimmie that sugary goodness!”

“You mean your sludge?” Don said, finishing securing some garland. “I don’t know how you drink that, Mikey.”

“Aww, lay off ‘im,” Casey said, holding the ladder as Don climbed down. “I tried a sip once. It ain’t that bad.”

“You have no room to talk, Casey Jones,” April said, turning from where she’d been hanging ornaments back up. “You’d drop a cheap chocolate bar in hot milk and be satisfied.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Casey protested.

“I, too, do not understand how Michelangelo drinks his hot chocolate,” Leatherhead said.

“My sons, my daughter, my friend,” Splinter interrupted. “Perhaps we should just be grateful to Leonardo for applying his skills in this manner, finding way to make some that suit us all.”

“It’s not a problem, Master Splinter,” Leo said as he started passing out the hot chocolate. “I enjoy doing this for everyone.”

“I know,” Splinter said as he took his mug. “But we should still all be grateful that you choose to do it for us.”

“Considering it a gift to all of you,” Leo said with a smile.

“Ah—perfect as always, Leo,” Raph said.

“It’s the perfect time to turn on a Christmas flick!” Mikey said, taking the remote and turning on the TVs.

“Oh—Miracle on 34th street! The original! That’s a classic,” April said as Mikey flipped through.

“Miracle on 34th Street it is, then!” Mikey said.

Leo watched as his family settled in to watch the movie, taking his place and joining them. They chattered as the movie played, swapping stories here and there as they drank their hot chocolate, and Leo relaxed.

This was why he took the time to make the hot chocolate. This is why he concentrated on getting it so perfect. It was moments like these that he cherished, and so long as his hot chocolate brought moments like these about, then Leo would keep making it.

[afterhourswjay]

So, I made hot coco and had a thought.

home made is defined by combining any number of dry ingredients (like dried milk, coffee creamer, and dried cocoa powder) to make a coco mix

store made is defined by brands like Swiss miss cocoa mix, sillycow farms hot cocoa, or nesquik chocolate mix

[pinkythefeedee]

Been seein this everywhere on TikTok & it looked so good & refreshing so I made my own! It’s called Hwachae. It’s Korea originated & it’s basically a fruit bowl meets punch collab😋 Perfect to eat/drink for breakfast or after a long walk without much to eat or drink & even better as a midnight snack that’s healthy but also gets you filled up quick with all the sprite & fruits mixed lol You can use whatever you want to make yours how you like & add or remove ingredients but make sure to get a good sized bowl 🥣 . Mine has a mix of nesquik strawberry milk 🥛, sprite 🥤, just a small scoop of strawberry frosty from Wendy’s cause I’m fat lol, & ice cubes, with strawberries 🍓 , watermelon 🍉 peaches 🍑 one strawberry 🍓 jello cup, & bananas 🍌 & mix it up let the ice cubes 🧊 get it nice and ice cold ❄️ & there you have it 🤤

[silvcrignis]

Claude Frollo Out of Context Sentence Starters || Part I/?

I have a divine mission to spread the Our Claude > Canon Frollo propaganda. What better way to do so than by making various quotes of his a sentence meme?

Clowning

 “What the FUCK is Bible Study & Chill?!”

 “Do you lot think the Booberry ghost is blue because he died by strangulation???

“I was absolutely high as shit last night. The Warwick Davis leprechaun himself could have started playing knick knack on my lung & I likely would not have noticed.”

 “HOW MANY OF YOU FUCKERS SAW ME EVERYDAY & KNEW I WAS GAY & DID NOT FUCKING SAY ANYTHING?!”

 “MA’M/SIR THAT IS FOUR MILLION DOLLAR MERCHANDISE DO NOT BREAK WHAT YOU CANNOT BUY!” 

 “...Why do you smell like Nesquik Strawberry Milk?” 

“The asshole you are trying to reach is not available. Please disconnect the call & do not try again.”

“Also the day you catch me living in a shack is the day to lock me up because that would mean I finally went clinical, pal."

“Quit talking about shoving things in my ass, you perverted old man/woman!” 

 “Well. You are BORING me right now. I cannot relate to your poor person problems.”

“If I could physically meet myself I would beat the shit out of him.” 

“…I am not sweet, __. Slander me again & I will take legal action.” 

“Her vagina could probably host a fucking bounce house for all of them.”

“Na fam. Delete it right now.”

“Nearly every single time you speak you bring this family great dishonour.”

 “There is only so much suffering I can endure.”

 “I FOUND A CAT!

 “You would end up being spilt worse than my firewood.

“You cannot do coke, that is illegal!

 “Down to fucking kill myself.”

 “If you are so insistent on sucking my cock this often you ought get some knee pads.”

“I like snow. It is a good way to hit your enemies with glass shards before they realise what is happening.”

 “Do you want bullshit or the truth?”

 “I am seconds away from a brain aneurysm, son.”

 “You would be a wonderful addition to someone’s mantle. In an urn!”

 “Shut the fuck up, old man!”

 “I do not use Faebook. Faebook is for losers & old people.”

 *sarcastically* “I went out to the woods. Pretended to be a forest nymph for a few hours.”

“That is… Not my problem.”

 “Did the vibrating make it better or worse, son?”

“New Jersey’s state fruit is blueberry, you fucking crackhead.”

“No no. Continue squabbling, bottoms.”

“Like what the fuck like I can say hoe if I want to! I am a hoe, I have the pass!” 

“I want no part in your cockles, __.”

“That is too many babies, Miss/Mister.”

“Ugh no.”

“Pull up then, Fuckboy.”

“Actually I was thinking about that one medieval meme about the leggings.” 

“You cannot cancel me. I am a bad bitch.” 

Being Fucking For Real

“… Unless… Oh fuck… I must be having another psychotic break.

“Would not be the first goddamn time I had a hallucination…”

“Those were the last words I ever said to my own son’s face… Then I never saw him again.”

“... Tell me you love me again? Please?”

“What the hell was I supposed to say to you that would not sound fucking weird & desperate?”

“You know, wills to read & a little brother to parent…”

“… It was always you but… You deserve someone normal.”

“I will be perfectly fine alone, the way I always am.”

*wryly* “Ah yes, because everyone keeps their promises, __.”

“I am going to beat his ass. The next time. I see him.”

“God, I know I do not deserve it but I love you so fucking much.”

[stayconnecteed]

My favourite Mars hellooo <3

How are you? How was your day? How’s everything? What did you have for dinner? 💫 I’m sending you lots of love and hope you’re okay my dear <3

+ greeting from strawberry Chan 🍓🐺

(I picked him up on Pinterest, searching for a cute pic and this showed up 😭)

TAN HIIII!! i'm tireeed, like not tired "i'm doing a lot of stuff" tired, but tired because the exhaustion from the exams makes me feel so drained :(( and next monday i start the next semester and i did nothing during the break (which is completely normal) but i feel useless sometimes. it's complicated.

i showered, tho, and i always feel better after a shower, so everything will be alright <3 i had a sandwich sjdksd and a cola cao (a very typical chocolate drink in spain, like nesquik but better), and now i'm going to bed!!

i looove strawberry chan hehe

watermelon shu porang porang back at you, my love <33 how have you been??

[moodymelanist]

I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck) Chapter Six: August

down to the wire yet again, but somehow I managed to finish in the nick of time (as per usual). I hope everyone's been enjoying their summers and are looking forward to @nessianweek 2023! I'm hoping to have September's update done for that, so fingers crossed I can get it done<3

✷✷✷✷✷ Cassian

Cassian was mid-lesson prep when his phone buzzed a few times where he’d left it on his desk. From the vibration pattern he knew it was only one person it could be, so he made sure to save his progress before reaching for his phone with a grin. 

Nesta Archeron, 4:32 PM

Jesus Christ why am I so hungry all the time

I think I could eat a horse right now. 

And ask for seconds.

The two of them had taken to texting each other throughout the day, with Cassian mostly sending things that he hoped would make Nesta laugh while she sent plenty of eye-rolling emojis in return. Lately, she’d taken to complaining about her stomach — her cravings, how hungry she was all the time, how little energy she had to cook for herself by the time she made it home. 

Cassian Valladares, 4:33 PM

hmm idk just a guess but might be because of the literal bun in the oven

Cassian laughed at his own joke as he hit send, knowing it might get a chuckle out of Nesta even though she’d never admit to it. 

Nesta Archeron, 4:37 PM

Ha.

Thank you so much captain obvious.

I never would’ve figured that out without you.

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