#storing sweeteners

[cygnetbrown]

Crafting a Stable Bucket Pantry

I fill buckets like this one with dry staple foods. I have a room filled with canned goods that I home-canned. Most of these were foods that I obtained locally, or we grew ourselves. In another location, I have buckets of staple foods, most of which will last me many months. Here is what I store in my stable dry food bucket pantry. Oatmeal- There’s nothing like a bowl of hot oatmeal in the…

[greencheekconure27]

Look I appreciate that artificial sweeteners are a useful invention but can they please, please stop putting these in every.single.soft drink? I'd like to occasionally be able to get a soda I don't hate without having to closely check all the ingredient lists.

(I don't mind drinks having less sugar actually just stop replacing it with artificial sweeteners. I'm one of those people who always can taste the aspartame or sucralose or whatever and it tastes cloying and awful to me."Need to rinse my mouth asap" bad.And it's Everywhere now.I used to be able to avoid it by not drinking anything "light" or "zero" or "low calorie" but not anymore)

[chonkymoth]

sorry to be homophobic on main but oat milk isn't good

[queen-mabs-revenge]

made a pumpkin pie for a fellow yank emigrant's bday and ajlfkdjladkf my flat smells like god

[screamingay]

real key lime pie (custard not jello) is one of the best desserts in the world to me. if u didnt know

[orcelito]

Does matcha know her impact in the world. Does matcha know what she means to me?

Constantly getting world shortages of matcha. But the true shortage. Is in my heart...

[spushii]

warning so no one that follows me also falls victim to terrible coffee. This shit tastes godawful:

it has almost no coffee flavor whatsoever. it literally tastes like if you put a packet of stevia in a glass of water

[pluuginstoreofficial]

Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener: A Comparative Analysis - Buy Store Pluugin

Monk fruit sweeteners have gained popularity as a natural, zero-calorie alternative to traditional sugar. Among the leading brands, Lakanto Monk Fruit Sweetener and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener are frequently compared for their health benefits, taste, and overall effectiveness. This blog provides a detailed comparative analysis of these two products to help consumers make an informed choice.

Understanding the Basics of Monk Fruit Sweeteners

Monk fruit sweeteners are derived from the extract of monk fruit, a small green gourd native to southern China. Known for its intense sweetness, monk fruit extract contains zero calories and has no effect on blood sugar levels, making it an ideal sugar substitute for people with diabetes and those looking to reduce their sugar intake.

The Health Benefits of Using Monk Fruit Sweeteners

Monk fruit sweeteners offer numerous health benefits. They do not raise blood sugar levels, making them a safe choice for diabetics. Additionally, monk fruit contains antioxidants, which can help reduce inflammation and protect against various diseases. These sweeteners are also low in calories, which can aid in weight management.

Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener: Introduction and Overview

Lakanto Monk Fruit Sweetener is a popular brand that combines monk fruit extract with erythritol, a sugar alcohol that adds bulk and a more sugar-like texture. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener, on the other hand, is often marketed as a more natural option, containing only monk fruit extract without any added ingredients.

How are Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener Made?

Lakanto is produced by blending monk fruit extract with erythritol, ensuring a sweet, granular product that resembles sugar. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener is typically made by extracting the mogrosides (the compounds responsible for sweetness) from monk fruit, resulting in a highly concentrated powder.

Nutritional Information: Comparison of Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener

Lakanto Monk Fruit Sweetener contains zero calories and zero net carbs per serving, thanks to the erythritol. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener also contains zero calories and no carbs, but the absence of erythritol means it is much sweeter and needs to be used in smaller quantities.

Glycemic Index and Blood Sugar Levels: A Comparison between Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener

Both Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener have a glycemic index of zero, meaning they do not affect blood sugar levels. This makes them both suitable for people with diabetes and those managing their blood sugar levels.

Taste Test: Which is Sweeter, Lakanto or Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener?

Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener is significantly sweeter than Lakanto due to the high concentration of monk fruit extract. Lakanto, with its blend of monk fruit and erythritol, has a milder, more sugar-like sweetness, making it easier to substitute in recipes at a 1:1 ratio with sugar.

Baking with Lakanto vs Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener: Which Works Better?

Lakanto Monk Fruit Sweetener is generally preferred for baking due to its sugar-like texture and ease of use in recipes. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener, being much sweeter, requires careful measurement and adjustment in recipes to avoid overly sweet results.

Cost Comparison: Is One More Affordable Than The Other?

Lakanto Monk Fruit Sweetener is typically more affordable than Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener due to the added erythritol, which reduces the cost of production. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener, being more concentrated and potent, often comes at a higher price point.

Availability and Accessibility of Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweeteners in the Market

Lakanto Monk Fruit Sweetener is widely available in many grocery stores and online retailers. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener may be harder to find in physical stores but is readily available through various online platforms.

Opinions from Nutritionists and Health Experts on Using Lakanto vs Pure Monk Fruit Sweeteners

Nutritionists and health experts often recommend Lakanto for its ease of use and sugar-like properties, making it a convenient substitute in many recipes. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener is praised for its purity and lack of additional ingredients, appealing to those seeking a more natural option.

Consumer Reviews: Pros and Cons of Using Lakanto vs Pure Monk Fruit Sweeteners

Consumers appreciate Lakanto for its versatility and milder sweetness, making it easy to incorporate into daily cooking and baking. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener is favored by those who prefer a more intense sweetness and fewer additives, though it requires more careful handling in recipes.

Making an Informed Decision: Which is Better - Lakanto or Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener?

Choosing between Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener ultimately depends on individual preferences and needs. Lakanto Monk Fruit Sweetener, with its balanced sweetness and convenience, is ideal for everyday use and baking. Pure Monk Fruit Sweetener, with its intense sweetness and purity, may be better suited for those seeking a more natural product with fewer additives.

In conclusion, both Lakanto and Pure Monk Fruit Sweeteners offer excellent health benefits and can be a great addition to a healthy diet. The choice between them depends on personal taste, dietary preferences, and how they will be used in your daily routine.

[hummingyummin]

Out here wanting to not just ruin someones waistline but also their taste in food

[nebulatrifid]

I don't really know how to make the current me happy, but I do know how to make the child me happy, and I honestly think that's sometimes enough.

[clonewarsahsoka]

I'm going to try making overnight oats this week because i have GOT to be eating breakfast before class. Does anyone have recipes they like?

[poebrey]

If I ever make a blog/social/whatever for engagement it will be:

vegan chocolates I’ve tried as a milk chocolate enthusiast

lactose free products and all the ways you can use them so I keep finding them in stores

[baekuras]

I have been buying a few bio-products lately mostly because the cheap ones are too large/have too many...idk like potatoes for me to actually use and not end up throwing some away and

i swear to god

if one more thing tastes worse than the cheaper option i will never buy them again it’s getting really annoying

the ONE expensive thing so far that tastes better than the cheap one is the bratwurst my great grandpa brings from his local farmer once in a while (it’s really good and nice and soft even when you reheat it but with a nice crispy kinda skin, nothing that drags, nothing that hardens out, just the right texture in all the right places and good taste and everything <3)

but other than that so far my experiences have been subpar so i guess my taste goes

more expensive bio/organic foods<cheapest options<expensive local farm options but i’d have to actually be able to drive out someplace to get any so basically impossible to get lol

[ibupr0fendolll]

TIPS AND TRICKS FOR FASTING!!!

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#1; low cal drinks

thirst is commonly mistaken for hunger during the fasting period, so here are some low/0kcal drinks that aren't just plain water to indulge in during your fast (guilt-free):

- black coffee (a good appetite suppressant. adding no calorie sweeteners will improve the taste)

- diet sodas/zero sugar sodas

- plain tea (opt for freshly brewed)

- ice cold glass of lemon & cucumber sparkling water

- electrolyte water (you can make these at home or purchase in-store, these will keep you energized and provide nutrients if you're doing a longer fast)

- flavoured mineral water

- black coffee & redbull (probably tastes disgusting, but gives you an excellent energy boost when desperate times call for desperate measures)

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#2; still bored?

if you're tired of these options in their liquid form, try using an ice cube/ice lolly mould to turn these into refreshing popsicles for hot summer days. it'll be a fun activity to get your mind off food, and a much more stimulating experience for your taste buds. freeze for 6-8 hours and they're ready!!!

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#3; low intensity exercise

make sure you're partaking in frequent exercise to keep the hunger and fatigue at bay. here are some examples of what you can get up to that doesn't put so much strain on your body:

- walking

- yoga

- meditation

- gentle stretching

- pilates

working out before or after your fast is always better than during. if you get too ill/tired, you may be tempted to break it

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#4; keeping your mind off food

fasting might mean you have more free time on your hands than before. the key is to stay busy so your mind doesn't wander off and you stay focused on your goals! here are some ways to do that:

- picking up a new hobby or learning a new skill

- tell yourself "i'll eat it later", this tricks your brain into reducing the immediate urge you have to eat the food, and gives you time to think about the consequences of eating it. by the time "later" comes around, you won't want it anymore

- watch a movie with an actor/actress with your desired weight

- create a th1nsp1r@t!on board on pinterest

- make a reward list (obviously with no food) for when you lose a certain amount of weight/complete a certain no. of fasts

(credit; @bxbblegxmbxtch17)

- buy yourself a piece of clothing in your desired clothing size (whether it's for your 1st gw or ultimate gw) and hang it in full view when you're working out/fasting to remind yourself why you started in the first place

- journal!!!

- read a book

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#5; breaking your fast

DO NOT pig out after your fast is over. that is still binging whether you have it all in one go or not. opt for more nutritious and lighter meals so as not to undo your progress and to slowly build back your tolerance to foods after a particularly long fast, such as these:

- grilled chicken salad = ~290KCALS

- quinoa and roasted vegetables = ~275KCALS

- strawberry oat smoothie = ~280kcals

- mixed vegetable stir fry over rice = ~255kcals

- lentil and tomato soup = ~200kcals

(note; these are just approximates and completely depending on your serving size & what ingredients you use)

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that's all i have today :) let me know what you think! i hope these helped, you got this doll ♡

[liberty-spiked]

gf went out in the shitty weather to get groceries so i'm gonna make her a vanilla milk with tru vanilla, boiiis.

[suguann]

an. another ex-husband gojo fic because i'll die with this trope. this ends exactly how you'd expect (if you know me)

Satoru doesn’t take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you don’t think he does. It’s hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglasses—the sharp arch of his brow the only indication he’s heard you at all.

“Is that so?” he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous. Has you grasping at straws to make something right that isn’t even wrong yet. Has any thought of this being an easy conversation shattered at your feet.

You clear your throat. “Yeah…he’s nice. You might even like him.” 

No, he wouldn’t—a little voice in the back of your head tells you. Knowing it's because all of the unreadable parts of you are no longer connected to him, but instead to a man you've barely spent two months dating, and that must infuriate him.

He doesn’t ask (not that you expect him to) when you find yourself prattling on about how you met Rin through a friend, how he’s an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, that he’s predictable—stable is what you really mean, but don't say—with an ordinary life who wants kids—

Satoru seems to chew on that last bit of information like he’s suddenly tasted something unpleasant, the line of his brow flat and unimpressed, the slant in his mouth mutinous. He’s uttered all but three words, and so far, this entire conversation leaves you with nothing short of a stomach ache.

“He really is a good person,” you add, just because you have nothing else to say and your penchant for filling awkward, empty spaces.

Then he smiles, and you relax a little. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

You smile, too, a soft, sure thing this time that makes his widen.

But if you'd been more level-headed and less flustered about bumping into your ex-husband after several months of silence—since he signed his name beside yours in front of your lawyer—you’d realize how dangerous that smile is.

You’re unsure if it’s too contingent to be considered a coincidence, but he starts showing up in odd places after that all-too-uncomfortable one-sided conversation in the parking lot.

First, it’s at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. It’s strange because you remember him hating coffee, how he'd always preferred to load it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you don’t mention it when he offers—no, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.

When the total pops up on the register, he doesn’t even blink when he opens his wallet.

Of course, you can't let him pay. There must be something in writing somewhere that says ex-husbands shouldn't pay for their recently divorced ex-wife's coffee.

He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him it’s expensive—has that ever bothered me?—and slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.

“You can't show up out of nowhere and start buying me things,” you hiss afterward, slightly flustered by the whole ordeal. The city’s big, but you still worry about one of your friends or colleagues seeing you with Satoru—they may get the wrong idea. “We’re not together anymore.”

"Do I have to message you the next time I want to get you coffee?" he tucks his hands into his coat.

"No, we shouldn't even be getting coffee together."

“Am I not allowed to be nice now that you have a boyfriend?”

“That’s not what I said,” you huff. “And you didn’t even buy yourself anything. How am I supposed to look at it?”

He shrugs, “I decided I didn’t want anything,” and you don't even think he notices that he holds your hand when you go to cross the street.

Habit. You'll write that one off as a habit, but he doesn't let go until you're in front of the tall, shiny doors of your office building.

The second time he shows up unannounced is while you're walking through the quaint park near your apartment, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenue, the one with a perfect view of the city and the bay—a thirty-minute drive, at least.

“I bought a house out here,” he tells you when you ask. “It’s up on the hill.”

You know which one he’s talking about. You’ve driven past it a few times. It's a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard, something you’ve always wanted since before you were married. According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million. 

Interest must be written all over your face because he asks: “You want to see it?”

There are a number of reasons why you shouldn’t say yes, why you should politely decline and finish your last lap along the trail and run to the grocery store afterward to pick up something for dinner and call Rin to let him hear about your day—

“Okay,” you say, hands on your hips. “But make it quick.”

He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling at the corners with something akin to affection. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth to remind him, again, that you’re not together, so he’s not allowed to use pet names, but a large hand on the small of your back to usher you towards the shiny, sleek SUV across the street leaves you with a mouth full of cotton.

He watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen to run your fingers over the granite countertops, it almost feels bittersweet walking through the house of your dreams while your ex-husband eyes you questioningly as if he's looking for your approval.

“So? What do you think?”

The smile you give him is genuine. “It’s beautiful.”

Satoru matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. “That’s good, that’s really good.”

You feel like you should ask why he bought a house this big in the first place, but there’s a pebble in your stomach if you think about family photos on the walls with him happy and smiling, his arm around a pretty wife who wears frilly aprons and kisses him on the cheek when he comes home. A future where you don’t exist, yet he’s letting you take a peak into it, anyway.

So you don’t say anything.

You meant to leave an hour ago, but he plied you with dinner— friends can have dinner together, can’t they? —which leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies together on his very soft couch. If everything didn't feel so fuzzy around the edges, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, that he’s trying to—

(He presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.

“We shouldn’t,” you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had. "Toru, I should really go."

He huffs a laugh against your cheek—you note how he still wears the same cologne you bought him all those years ago when everything was so new, and there wasn't a ring on your finger yet—pressing a messy kiss there that makes you squirm. “Doesn’t this remind you of old times, though?”

“B-but I have a boyfriend.”

In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around the fluttering pulse in your neck, just shy of too rough, though your fingers in his hair pull him into you like you can’t get enough.)

That maybe this means he—

(Satoru bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at discovering the creamy mess between your thighs. “Always had such a pretty wet pussy, fuck. Do you get this wet for him, too?”

“Shut up.”

He laughs because he hears what you don’t say: No, you’ve never been this turned on when it’s with Rin. Satoru’s the only one to ever leave you wet and shaky just from a few words.)

It’s an insane thought, but it’s almost like Satoru—

(He holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into the slick seam of your cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.

You whimper, fingers scrabbling clumsily for one of the throw pillows near your head, needing something to hold on to.

“There you go, pretty girl,” Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. “I see she can still take it.”)

No, he wouldn’t—

(He fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again, grinding you on his cock to touch places inside you that he’s only ever managed to reach. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud you’re being.

He makes a displeased sound and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.

"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice? We'll fill the house with babies," he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.

The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.

“We did it your way last time, didn’t we, baby?” his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. “I let you leave with all those silly thoughts in your head; thought you knew what you wanted, but now we’re going to do it my way from now on.”

His words should strike alarm bells, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.

"You've always been mine." Words barely audible, he still sounds breathless; wrecked. "It's about time you get that through your head.")

Except you know he would. 

A month later, you’re packing away the fine china in your apartment, wondering how the few things you own will fill a house so large.