#raw cane sugar

[foodresearchlab]

Food Research Lab aims to assist food and beverage industries in creating new food products that incorporate raw cane sugar instead of refined sugar.

Raw cane sugar has a richer flavour; the amount of sugar for preparation of a dish will be lesser if raw sugar is used instead of refined, making it reliable low-sugar option.

More info: https://www.foodresearchlab.com/discovery-intelligence/global-research-and-market-analysis-on-raw-cane-sugar/

[morethansalad]

Cherry Nectarine Mint Sorbet (Vegan)

[thesethingsarethings]

Warehouse 800xx vs Sugar Cane 1966

[lifeblogstory]

Sugar Cane Drink🎋

A natural and organic drink, made directly from scratch💪. People cut the sugar cane in present. Then, squeeze into a big blender machine. It produces a raw drink🥤. All made from scratch, where customers can watch. All labour intensive process💟. By cutting the sugar canes that weight up to 3 pounds. The juice tastes different from processed ones. More healthy🌱. Can feel the natural habitat. From “Sugarcane Daddy”.

[keithgoldstein]

Sugar Cane

L1130581

[hostess-of-horror]

Dodici's Cafe in Washington, Iowa (Part 2 of this)

I was truly living the Tumblr user's dream...

[thekingofchungus]

♡ pirate villains looking after you when you have a cold ♡

lionfish: does everything in his power to make it worse

[vijukumar]

Unwrapping the Sweet World: Exploring the Dynamics of the Sugar Market

The global sugar market is an integral part of our daily lives, influencing everything from the sweeteners we use in our morning coffee to the ingredients found in our favorite desserts. This dynamic industry encompasses a wide array of products, from traditional cane sugar to innovative alternatives like coconut sugar and low-calorie sweeteners. In this blog, we'll delve into the diverse landscape of the sugar market, examining its trends, size, key players, and the ever-evolving consumer demands that shape its trajectory.

Sugar Market Overview:

The sugar market is a vast and complex sector that plays a crucial role in both the food and beverage industry and our daily dietary habits. The global Sugar market size was valued at USD 195623.62 million in 2022 and is expected to expand at a CAGR of 2.72% during the forecast period, reaching USD 229854.89 million by 2028. Traditional players in this market include raw cane sugar and refined sugar, which have long been the primary sweeteners in various cuisines worldwide. However, the market has seen a significant shift with the rise of alternative sweeteners and the growing demand for healthier and more sustainable options.

Key Segments in the Sugar Market:

Coconut Sugar Market:

As consumers become more health-conscious, there has been a surge in demand for natural and organic sweeteners. Coconut sugar, derived from the sap of coconut trees, has gained popularity due to its perceived health benefits and lower glycemic index compared to traditional sugars.

Organic Sugar Market:

The organic sugar market has witnessed substantial growth as consumers prioritize products that are free from pesticides and genetically modified organisms (GMOs). This trend aligns with the broader shift towards organic and sustainably sourced food products.

Palm Sugar Market:

Palm sugar, extracted from the sap of certain palm trees, has gained traction as a sweetener with unique flavor profiles. Its natural sweetness and distinct taste have positioned it as an alternative for those seeking variety in their sweetening options.

Low Calorie Sweeteners Market:

With an increasing focus on reducing calorie intake and managing health, the market for low-calorie sweeteners has experienced exponential growth. Artificial sweeteners, sugar alcohols, and natural alternatives cater to consumers looking for sweetness without the caloric impact.

Natural Alternative Sweeteners Market:

Natural alternative sweeteners, such as stevia and monk fruit, have gained popularity as consumers seek plant-based and minimally processed options. The market for these alternatives is expected to continue expanding as awareness of their benefits grows.

Market Trends and Insights:

Sugar-Free Beverage Market:

The rise of health-conscious consumers has led to a surge in demand for sugar-free beverages. This trend has influenced the strategies of beverage companies, spurring innovation in the development of low-calorie and natural sweetener-infused drinks.

Sugar Market Growth and Revenue:

Despite concerns about the health impacts of excessive sugar consumption, the sugar market continues to grow. Factors such as population growth, urbanization, and changing dietary habits contribute to the sustained demand for sweeteners.

Top Sugar Companies and Market Competition:

The sugar market is highly competitive, with key players continuously adapting to meet consumer preferences. Top companies in the industry are investing in research and development to introduce innovative products and maintain their market share.

Conclusion:

The sugar market is a vibrant and ever-evolving landscape, reflecting the dynamic interplay between consumer preferences, health considerations, and industry innovation. As the demand for diverse sweetening options continues to rise, the sugar market is likely to witness further transformations, with a spotlight on natural and healthier alternatives. Keeping an eye on emerging trends, technological advancements, and the strategies of top sugar companies will be crucial for stakeholders navigating this complex and multifaceted industry.

[foodresearchlab]

The global raw sugar market is expected to rise at a 4.6% Compound Annual Growth Rate (CAGR) from 2022 to 2032, as conducted by industry and market research on raw sugar. Food Research Lab aims to assist food and beverage industries in creating new food products that incorporate raw cane sugar instead of refined sugar.

[morethansalad]

Pineapple Coconut Basil Mocktail with Lime (Vegan)

[plasticsandwich]

oh also i ate a pumpkin pie for the first time yesterday. it was really really good

[analyticsmr]

Global Raw Cane Sugar Market Size, Industry Analysis By Segmentations, Top Key Players, Trends, Future Development & Forecast 2022-2030

[upsidedownwithsteve]

DAY EIGHT: dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader TW: mentions of vomiting, pregnancy

You groaned and flushed the toilet for what you hoped was last time that morning.  

Fighting the urge to rest your head on the seat, you huffed and scooted backwards on the cold bathroom tiles, choosing to lean against the wall instead. Deeming it safe, someone knocked on the door. 

“Babe? You okay?”

You groaned again, eyes closed and brow wrinkled as you clutched your stomach. 

“I got you some water…” Steve paused, waiting for something, anything from you. Hearing nothing other than deep breathing and some scuffling, he tried again. “Baby, can I come in?”

You still didn’t answer but you shuffled forward rather ungracefully, pyjama covered knees sliding on the tiles. You pulled at the door handle and the door swung open, the smell of cinnamon and baked cookies making your stomach twirl once more. 

But Steve was there, holding a giant mug in the shape of Santa Claus’ jolly face and he was bathed in the multicoloured lights that you’d wound around the stairway bannister a week earlier. He looked sad for you, matching crinkled brow as he moved into the bathroom. He joined you on the floor, crossed legged in his tartan pyjama pants that your mom had bought for him at the beginning of the month. 

A big hand soothed down your back, gentle fingers pressing into your tense spine. You sagged against him, eyes closed, relishing in his touch. 

“Here, honey,” Steve nudged the mug onto your hand, your fingers tightening over Santa’s rosy cheeks. “Small sips, yeah?”

You did as you were told, only opening your eyes after the bitter taste in your mouth was gone and your throat didn’t feel as raw. Steve was smiling sadly at you and he smelled like the kitchen, like brown sugar and cinnamon and candy canes. It didn’t make your stomach knot as much as it had before. 

“M’sorry,” you murmured, pushing your head into his chest. You heard Steve tut, his hand on your back pressing your closer. Before he could argue with you, you continued, voice muffled by his sweater. “I’m ruining Christmas Eve baking.”

Steve laughed then, gentle and soft and not mean at all. You felt his lips at your clammy forehead, wanted to tell him that you were gross, but you knew your weak complaints would be scolded. 

“Honey, you’re carrying my kid,” Steve said softly, wonder and awe still in his voice at the statement, even four months in. “You’re not ruining anything.”

“So sick,” you mumbled weakly. Your body was barely keeping itself up now, your full weight, small baby bump and all, held up against Steve’s frame. Not that he minded. “Baby doesn’t like cinnamon, apparently.”

“How rude,” Steve said mildly, pressing another kiss to your hairline. Every touch he gave you was gentle, overwhelming with fondness, a softness that was more obvious than ever. 

You snorted, one hand on your swollen stomach, the other creeping inside Steve’s jumper. You traced his ribs with loving fingers, seeking out his warmth when your overheated body started to chill. 

“Isn’t it?” You yawned, already too tired. "The rudest."

[ghostchems]

the cream in cardinal copia’s coffee - cardi x f!reader

you are blessed with the task of making the new cardinal his coffee each morning and on your first day, you forget the evaporated milk.

a/n: the working title of this was "yucky cardi". this is nsfw. the cardinal has returned. blow jobs. rough sex. and more! he is nasty in this. i have not written smut in so long so bear with me! also some of this is just... silly lol. 3k words. ao3 link!

You adjust your habit in the mirror, making sure to tuck any stray hairs inside of it. Today is the first morning you will be delivering the new Cardinal’s coffee and you want to make sure you look perfect. A ghoul had delivered the news the night before, right to your door, and you couldn’t help but feel like it was your chance to show the clergy leadership how devoted you are to your beliefs. The task is an important one, given that the Cardinal is a mere week into his new position here. You are excited to welcome him and show him what sets this branch of the ministry apart from the others.

The abbey has been rife with gossip since Cardinal Copia has arrived. It’s been months since the Papal position had been vacated yet your faith never wavered, even as the uncertainty seeped into all aspects of daily life. There had been no Black Mass, no confessional, no figurehead. Just as the tension started to reach a fever pitch, the Cardinal was there with his cane that he tapped alongside him as he surveyed the halls with a silent, menacing glare. He has the blessing: the white eye bestowed upon those touched by Lucifer himself and is an accomplished member of the Clergy in his own right — all signs that point to his potential to lead.

You suck in a sharp breath, holding it deep in your chest as you try to ease your nerves. One last look at yourself in the mirror and you’re off down the hall to the kitchens. You pause at the espresso machine and fish the paper with the instructions out of your pocket: a latte with half a sugar in the raw. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? A mug is plucked off the shelf and you start with the sugar in the raw, ripping a pack in half to dump one into the bottom of the mug and to throw the other away. You set the mug below the espresso drip, making sure there are enough beans before pulling the shots. The machine starts to whir and you take the opportunity to open the fridge and stare at the milk options. Nothing was specified in the instructions. You grab whole milk, assuming it’s a safe choice and pour some into the milk frother, sealing it shut and then turning it on. The milk starts to fluff up as the shots finish pulling and the thought crosses your mind that maybe you’re too good at this. It doesn’t take long for the milk to be done frothing, taking the frother and then carefully pouring the milk into the mug.

Voila, a latte.

You let the milk settle for one second longer and then pick up the mug securely in both hands. Perfect. And now, an anxiety filled walk to The Cardinal’s office. Not much is known about him. During his arrival address he spoke only of furthering the agenda of the Morningstar. No personal anecdotes. You’ve caught glimpses of him since his arrival, a few times in the hallway and once in the courtyard, where you finally got a good look at his face — dramatic nose, sideburns and all. A serious man with a serious face is all you could think. Coming face to face with that man has your stomach in knots now but there is still that underlying feeling of excitement. You make it to his office door and give it a shy knock, making sure your other hand grips the mug.

“Entra.”

You push the door open and slowly walk into his eerie office. The bookcases are covered with dust, papers are everywhere and there’s piles of dust in each corner of the room. You’d think Sister Imperator would have taken the time to have his office cleaned prior to arrival. At least you are here now with his coffee, directions followed to a T. The Cardinal is leaned against his deck, a book opened in front of him but his eyes are focused on you. He’s dressed in a tight, red outfit, one that is more casual than the usual cassock, with a sparkling grucifx on the left of his chest. He says nothing as he reaches for the coffee. All business. You hold it out for him, his smooth leather gloves brushing against your fingers, plucking it from your hands and turning from you as he brings it to his lips. Your heart stops once he takes a sip and…

The Cardinal launches the mug across his office and it shatters against the wall. You stand there mortified, a hand clasping over your mouth from being thrown off. His head wrenches in your direction, the most harrowing anger you’ve ever seen in his fiery eyes.

“I-I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Cardinal.” Your voice is shattered, your breath trembling as more apologies spill out of you.

One of his gloved hands without warning knocks your habit off your head, grabbing you by the hair and wrenches your head back, your back tilted and true fear in your eyes as he forces you to meet his gaze. Your scalp burns from how tight his grip on your hair is and your knees wobble from the awkward position he has you in. Instinct takes over, fight or flight, your hand connecting with his cheek in a deafening slap. He releases you from his grasp and you fall onto your back as he stumbles backwards. This time you don’t say sorry. You sit up and try to catch your breath, adrenaline still pumping through you. The Cardinal rubs at his cheek, his eyes wild and glued to you.

“The coffee was that bad?”

“Evaporated milk.” He snarls, his tight leather gloves balling into fists.

“What?”

“I only drink evaporated. milk.”

All this over evaporated milk? You angrily reach into your pocket and pull out the note with instructions, waving it erratically in the air.

“Evaporated milk is not in the instructions!” You fling your arm to throw the crumpled note but it slowly drifts to the carpeted floor in front of you.

“Are you being smart with me, cretina?” There’s a strange playfulness in his voice, nestled deep in his growl. He takes a few slow steps toward you, the tension in the air rising. You blink a few times and start to inch away from him but he starts to move further in your direction. Your legs scramble beneath you to bring yourself to your feet, still startled from his advances. There’s no way he’s going to… chase you, right?

As if he could read your mind, his lips curl into a sinister grin and he bolts toward you. You nearly trip over your own feet as you take off in the opposite direction. Adrenaline is pumping through you, dodging obstacles (desk, chair, other chairs) and keeping him out of arm’s reach is only making you feel more insane. This situation is ridiculous and yet you are still terrified of him catching you, keeping your eyes forward to avoid even glancing in his direction. What the fuck is happening? You’ve never heard of any situations like this happening with previous ministry leaders. No stories, no rumors, nothing other than the Papas and Sister treating everyone with the utmost respect, with perhaps a few instances of tensions flaring — but nothing compared to whatever this is.

You round his desk again when, to your horror, the Cardinal leaps into the air, one foot landing on the seat of his chair that propels him to land two feet on top of his desk. A gasp rips from your throat as he lurches towards you, arms outstretched and fingers wiggling. He crashes into you, dragging you to the ground with him as you finally let out a scream. It all feels so — exhilarating in the most perverse way, a way that makes you feel shameful underneath all the fear. The carpet softens your impact but it still hurts, giving another shocked, pained cry after he falls on top of you. A gloved hand forcefully covers your mouth and you finally focus on him, having pinned you to the ground beneath him. The Cardinal’s nose presses against your cheek and he gives a rough growl.

“You have been quite insubordinate in your short time with this task.” His words are venomous and you can feel his spittle on your cheek. You whimper and struggle against him while he uses his body weight to pin you to the floor, his hips digging into yours to keep you in place. Something throbs against your upper thigh. Your head jerks to meet his sneering gaze, glee in his dark eyes. “You know… I have an idea of how you could make it up to me, bambina.” His words send a shiver down your spine but… but you can’t help the sudden ache between your thighs. Adrenaline is still pumping through your veins and you’re completely overwhelmed by your conflicting senses. The Cardinal’s body relaxes and his grip on you loosens, giving you a chance to break free of his hand over your mouth.

“I’ll remake your latte. I’ll get it right this time.” The panic is evident in your voice and you try to wiggle out from beneath him. He laughs —- laughs —- in your face and brushes his thumb over your soft lips, drawing a shuddered breath from your lungs.

“That won’t do, sorella, you know that.” The Cardinal purrs and pushes himself to his feet, wiping off imaginary dust from his outfit. His hard cock strains in his tight pants, nearly bursting from the seams. It’s hard to keep your eyes off of it but he tears your attention back to his gaze as he grabs you by the collar of your habit and yanks you to your knees. Your head is spinning, trying desperately to catch up with the situation. He grabs you by the chin and forces your attention thin on his face, his eyes hungry as he works his pants down with his other hand. Heat pools in your lower abdomen, pressing your thighs together as your core pulses.

“Will you obey now, sorella?” He whispers almost sweetly while his thumb presses down on your tongue. You’ve been able to hold yourself together so far but this, the taste of his leather gloves on your tongue forces a shameless groan from your mouth. The Cardinal blinks, surprised by your reaction but his lips twitch into a grin. “Oh, you will. You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you?” He removes his thumb to your dismay but he quickly replaces it with three of his gloved fingers that push far back into your mouth. Your eyes water as you gag on them and he gives a satisfied grunt. You watch as he removes them from your mouth only to use your slick to pump his cock. The Cardinal is smiling down at you, angling his hips to brush the weeping head across your cheek, drawing another moan deep from you.

“You know how to make it better.” His voice has dropped to a low rumble as he settles himself against your lips. You swallow thickly, then slowly part your lips for him, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. The Cardinal gives a hum of approval, his hand falling to rest in your hair with a far more gentle touch than you were expecting. You sink further down his length, easing your jaw and relaxing your throat until your nose is pressed against his neat pubic hair. He exhales sharply through his nose, a breath catching as you swallow around him. His cock twitches in your mouth and he gives a shallow thrust, causing you to gag. From then on, the Cardinal is relentless.

His hand knots in your hair as he fucks your face, your fingers digging into the fabric of his pants trying to hold yourself in place. Your tongue runs along the length of his cock with each thrust, his grunts and groans filling your ears. You feel so deliciously used, knees digging into the carpet and the inside of your thighs slick with arousal. The Cardinal breath starts to grow ragged, his hips stuttering as he forces your head up, meeting his gaze from beneath heavy lashes. His hazy white eye glows, the Dark One’s blessing reveling in the invocation lust, and his lips part, smeared with his black paint. You moan around his cock, nails raking down his thighs and he gives a choked growl.

“P-putana, so fucking e-eager to please.” The Cardinal hisses, tugging sharply at your hair making you whimper. “You w-want me so badly, eh, s-sorella? Sucking your Cardinal’s cock l-like a good, ah, girl.” He pulls you off of him by your hair and you stumble onto your ass again. “Don’t you? Don’t you want my cock, sorella?” He lazily strokes himself, tilting his head as he hovers over you, standing between your legs. Your heart thunders in your chest, sucking in a deep breath while your knees tremble. You know what you want to say. You want him to fuck you right here on the carpet. You want him to keep talking dirty to you. But you can’t bring yourself to speak so instead you chew on your swollen bottom lip and nod shyly.

The Cardinal has you by the hips in the blink of an eye and he flips you over so that you’re on your stomach. He hikes up your habit above the swell of your ass and toys with the hem of your panties as he presses his cock against your inner thigh.

“Ah, so wet for your Cardinal.” He hisses, his fingers grazing your slick folds. Your mouth drops open, whining as your eyes fall shut. With a surprising amount of care, the Cardinal slides your underwear down your thighs, leaving them at your knees before running his hands back up your thighs to settle them on your hips. You lean back into his touch, feeling the head of his cock against your entrance. “S-so fucking eager f-for me to take you.” He chuckles then thrusts into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt. You lurch forward, your fingers digging into the carpet, screaming out in surprise. He fills you completely, taking a moment to get used to his size while you feel him throb against your walls. “Tell me. T-tell me how badly you want this.”

“Please.” You gasp, arching your back to try and press further into him. “C-Cardinal, please.” He’s heard enough, his grip on your hips bruising as he bucks into you at a frenzied pace. His strong thighs slamming against your ass, each snap of his hips sending you forward, nearly getting fucked across the floor. You can’t stop moaning, tears streaming down your face as waves of pleasure crash over you.

He shoves your head to the floor, your cheek flush against the soft carpet, angling his hips to fuck into you even deeper. The way he moves is violent, your fingers digging into the carpet to keep yourself from collapsing. You feel your muscles start to tighten, tensing up as your legs tremble and drool starts to drip from the corner of your mouth. Cardinal… oh, Cardinal… you’re whimpering for him over and over, a stark change from the defiance you slapped him with earlier.

“S-such a fucking obedient little pup.” He hums and leans over you to press his chest against your back, his strangled breaths and moans filling your ears. The truth is, Cardinal Copia has been thinking about this — about you whimpering beneath him as he filled you — the moment he first saw you. The courtyard. The way you nearly gawked at him made his cock twitch in his cassock. He thought about what was beneath your modest habit, what sounds you make when you’re excited and needy, how your tight pussy would feel around him. He signaled a ghoul shortly thereafter to provide you with the good news and he provided the incorrect instructions himself. The Cardinal knew your type upon laying eyes on you, always so eager to follow directions, proud of your minuscule contributions to the ministry. He knew he could reduce you to this — a mess beneath him.

Your climax rips through you, burning hot currents flowing through you before collapsing beneath him as he tries to hold you upright to chase his own release. He’s so rough, so violent with you, his hips pistoning into you with such force that you’re sure your ass is going to bruise. The Cardinal is nothing more than a beast of lust in this moment, taking and taking from you until he can’t take anymore. He pulls out and ropes of cum land on your exposed, red behind. You’re frozen on the floor, heartbeat in your ears just waiting for him to make his next move, the fear starting to slowly seep back into your mind. He catches his breath behind you, fingers starting to play with your panties again before pulling them back up gingerly, trapping his cum inside you.

“Keep these on all day, sorella. That is an order.” The Cardinal purrs, giving your ass a playful slap and then rises to his feet.” You shift yourself up to your hands and knees, shakily looking over your shoulder at him. He is grinning from ear to ear, his white eye still shining. “I’ll know if you disobey.” He winks then reaches a gloved hand out to you. You don’t hesitate, taking it and allowing him to help him to your feet but you stay silent, vigilant even, in case he is going to try anything else. He gives your hand a tight squeeze once you’re to your feet and lets go, sauntering back over to his desk to pick up the book he had been reading prior to your visit.

“You’ll get my coffee 100% corretto tomorrow, si?” The Cardinal quirks a knowing brow at you, a smile still playing on his lips. You nod silently. His smile only grows and he waves his hand at you, dismissing you from his office and sinking back into his all business demeanor. You waste no time, shuffling out of the room and finally allowing yourself to breath again once the door shuts behind you.

Are you terrified of what tomorrow could bring? Yes.

Still, you can’t help but wonder how he would punish you if next time you purposefully screw up his coffee.

[puzzled-pegasus]

wof headcanons but theyre oddly food and substance related for some reason

Although I understand why Tui didn't include very much info abt alchohol or drugs in a kids book there is an extreme lack of culinary related world building so here are some ideas I had while on this train of thought :)

SeaWings tend to be foodies and are generally given cooking classes in school. Which if you think about it, is rather important, because like 60 percent of the creatures in the ocean are poisonous and the rest have parasites and nasty germs so they need to know whats up when it comes to food safety.

SeaWings use a lot of citrus in their food and drinks and they also use it for fragrances and stuff they just really like it

SeaWing nobles commonly eat fugu and there have been assassinations where a chef was bribed to not properly take out the poison so the dragon eating it would die

SeaWings drink to taste. SkyWings drink to forget what century it is.

SkyWings typically eat their meat raw but on special occasions they will barbecue it and put some spices n stuff on it. They don't eat much else besides meat but they do like spicy things like peppers and they also like strong onion or garlic flavors. The little masochists. Anyway,

SkyWings don't really like sweet things and many of them can't even taste them so they're like wtf is a dessert

man do they love them some olives tho. Olives everywhere. In their drink. Out of the jar. On their meat. Oil on their scales. Oil in their hygiene products. They started trading them from the Sand and SeaWings millennia ago but theyve selectively bred ones that grow in the mountains

This one's more drugs than food but SkyWings will sometimes take some kind of stimulant before battle like a beserker so they're all fired up heheh

MudWings are excellent meal preparers and sibs like to all cook together so they'll make a big pot of stew or something

They like bread and desserts, they have easy access to sugar cane being along the east coast and they also use a lot of honey. They're re into canning stuff too, they have a lot of raspberries and blackberries and strawberries in their temperate forest areas and they grow them to make jam and wine and they use honey to make mead

basically they are Cottagecore(TM) and I love them

They also eat lots of freshwater fish and crawfish and whatnot

And they also eat a lot of tatoes

Vanilla grows in the swamps, they use that in their cakes

MudWings deserve some appreciation goddamnit their kingdom is biologically diverse and beautiful

SandWings have tequila because. Yknow. Cactus.

They eat a lot of bugs and lizards, they don't really need to eat every day so it's not a huge deal

they do like coconuts tho and they use coconut oil in a lot of their hygiene products as well as in their cooking

They deep fry a lot of shit. Idk where i got this but trust me. They love things with lots of fat in it bc they need all they can get

Really sticky sweet desserts and candy; enjoyers of those one lollipops with the mealworms or whatever tf in them

also canning stuff like bone broth is very important

pickled cactus as well

rhey probably have a festival when cactus fruit goes in season

what even is IceWing cuisine.

Well way up north where there's nothing but ice it's pretty bad and the dragons have to eat just plain ass meat and seafood, but down into the tundras there's some pretty good stuff like cinnamon, pines for tea, honey berries, and other foraging as well as more diversity of meats

They would probably eat sushi

All the other tribes like to make fun of them and rightfully so bc their food is so plain

they make good honey berry wine tho

Maube that's why theyre so damn grumpy

RainWings are expert foragers ofc but they don't really feel the need to prepare their food in any way

They are, however, in constant dire need of sodium because they get absolutely none from their fruit

So anything salty is wow

Maybe rhey have a place near the mud kingdom border where they can grow some asparagus for salt

they are also the only tribe besides Night that can eat chocolate but forgor 💀 how to make it so the NightWings and them have to re figure it out together

Salted dark chocolate bing bang boom instant delicacy

NightWings used to be able to cook really well, especially desserts and pastry, but they forgor while they were trying to not die on the volcano

[fatehbaz]

Christmas pudding [...] [is] a boiled mass of suet - a raw, hard animal fat [...] often replaced with a vegetarian alternative - as well as flour and dried fruits that is often soaked in alcohol and set alight. [...] [I]t is a legacy of the British Empire with ingredients from around the globe it once dominated [...].

Christmas pudding is a relatively recent concoction of two older, at least medieval, dishes. [...] “Figgy pudding,” immortalized in the “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” carol, appeared in the written record by the 14th century. [...] During the 18th century, the two ["plum pottage" and "figgy pudding"] crossed to become the more familiar plum pudding – a steamed pudding packed with the ingredients of the rapidly growing British Empire of rule and trade. The key was less a new form of cookery than the availability of once-luxury ingredients, including French brandy, raisins from the Mediterranean, and citrus from the Caribbean.

Few things had become more affordable than cane sugar which, owing to the labors of millions of enslaved Africans, could be found in the poorest and remotest of British households by mid-century. Cheap sugar, combined with wider availability of other sweet ingredients like citrus and dried fruits, made plum pudding an iconically British celebratory treat, albeit not yet exclusively associated with Christmas.

Such was its popularity that English satirist James Gillray made it the centerpiece of one of his famous cartoons, depicting Napoleon Bonaparte and the British prime minister carving the world in pudding form.

In line with other modern Christmas celebrations, the Victorians took the plum pudding and redefined it [...], making it the “Christmas pudding.” In his 1843 internationally celebrated “A Christmas Carol,” Charles Dickens venerated the dish as the idealized center of any family’s Christmas feast [...].

Three years later, Queen Victoria’s chef published her favored recipe, making Christmas pudding, like the Christmas tree, the aspiration of families across Britain.

Christmas pudding owed much of its lasting appeal to its socioeconomic accessibility. Victoria’s recipe, which became a classic, included candied citrus peel, nutmeg, cinnamon, lemons, cloves, brandy and a small mountain of raisins and currants – all affordable treats for the middle class. Those with less means could either opt for lesser amounts or substitutions [...]. Eliza Acton, a leading cookbook author of the day who helped to rebrand plum pudding as Christmas pudding, offered a particularly frugal recipe that relied on potatoes and carrots. [...] The high alcohol content gave the puddings a shelf life of a year or more, allowing them to be sent even to the empire’s frontiers during Victoria’s reign [...].

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In the 1920s, the British Women’s Patriotic League heavily promoted it – calling it “Empire Pudding” in a global marketing campaign. They praised it as emblem of the empire that should be made from the ingredients of Britain’s colonies and possessions: dried fruits from Australia and South Africa, cinnamon from Ceylon, spices from India and Jamaican rum in place of French brandy.

Press coverage of London’s 1926 Empire Day celebrations featured the empire’s representatives pouring the ingredients into a ceremonial mixing bowl and collectively stirring it.

The following year, the Empire Marketing Board received King George V’s permission to promote the royal recipe, which had all the appropriate empire-sourced ingredients. Such promotional recipes and the mass production of puddings from iconic grocery stores like [Sains-bury's] in the 1920s combined to place Christmas puddings on the tables [...].

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All text above by: Troy Bickham. "How the Christmas pudding, with ingredients taken from the colonies, became an iconic British food." The Conversation. 8 December 2023. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Image and caption shown unaltered as they appear published by Bickham along with the article's text.]