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sketiana · 6 months
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Could I please have some tips on how to consume more salt? I'm meant to eat 10g a day because of POTS (probably sounds like nothing to you) but I can't ever seem to get there. Do you just add tons of it to everything you eat? Do you eat salty snacks? Do you just crunch salt between meals? How are you managing 90g?? Thanks x
i dont think im actually eating 90 grams elsewise id be dead but i oversalt everything i eat like. for no reason whatsoever i should probably Not be doing that 💀 but ill set a reminder for tomorrow morning to weigh the salt shaker before and after i eat sth to tell you on average how much salt i use for a meal w/o trying
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my-little-beepo · 9 months
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oh fuck i mean american chips. I think you'd call em crisps
Lol yeah I originally thought you meant the chips you cook in the oven/fryer. All chips are good for dinnar, but I think oven chips would be nicer with egg
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glitterhoof · 10 months
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pippin cheerio and crumpet the corgi is best friends with cafe ole and burrito burro.
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ronanlynchbf · 1 year
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eggs worst food because if u don't eat them within a certain time span your brain gets all nauseous and fuzzy and Bad™️ in a way that makes u want to throw up and DIEEEEEEE
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paulpingminho · 1 year
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just made myself some eggy rice and it Slapped
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linesinyourpalm · 2 years
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my favorite part of the week is whenever i decide to cook an egg as a snack
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garoujo · 2 years
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CONGRATS ON 10k!!! that’s such a huge milestone and you deserve it so much!! <3
EVE TYSM IM SO HAPPY TO SEE U IN MY ASKS AGAIN,, u are the sweetest i am sending u the best vibes <3 ! !
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jellogram · 2 years
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The fries are just a vehicle for the salt
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nemxricultrix · 7 months
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(my bitch ass 100% intends to make the Inness Grilly Cheese tomorrow when I get things cleaned up in my house as a TREAT. Burgers can wait grilled cheese is a god send.)
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seiwas · 6 months
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₊˚⊹。 see me through the morning glow | gojo satoru
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wc: 1.0k summary: you and gojo have a slow morning.  contains: f!reader in mind, suggestive if you squint, food descriptions. a/n: unedited, i honestly dk what this is i just really needed to get this out of my system! this is how i cope with 236.
re-uploaded because i accidentally deleted!
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You slip out of bed faced with the promise of sunlight. 
The curtains in your bedroom radiate a glow that bounces off the man lying next to you; it’s soft, near-white, almost ethereal, the color of his skin, hair, and bones. His back is exposed, arm reaching out over the (now) empty space beside him—the crinkles and folds where you once were. 
You’ve always thought your bedroom had good lighting, and now you can confirm why: in the shadows, deepening the line that runs down his spine; in the highlights, guiding your eyes to the pockets of muscle behind his shoulders. 
You look away, trying your best not to stare; the only reason he’s undressed is because of a cold sweat, from the nightmares—and the very need for skin-to-skin, to ground him in your touch. 
On mornings like this, you let Gojo sleep in. 
(Because you’re lucky if he can fall back asleep again). 
It’s slow today—no work, no missions that need you or him. It’s your favorite kind of day, and Gojo’s too (once he wakes up and smells the waffles you’ve prepared, double topped with whipped cream and maple syrup—his special, of course). 
A steady stream of warmth flows through the window to your kitchen countertop, the marble glimmering as light hits. The material was his choice; you don’t care much for glamor but Gojo likes pretty things—you especially, he likes to say. 
The batter is quick to prepare, a recipe you’ve done many times before, so you ladle it into the waffle maker before letting it set on its own. Then, you grab a pan to heat up, spooning in last night’s leftover rice, some soy sauce, and mirin, adding salt to taste, as needed. A standard fried rice breakfast, with a yolk to mix in later. 
The sound of his footsteps are concealed by the sizzles of the pan in front of you, but you’re caught off guard by arms wrapped around your waist, and his chin nestling itself into your shoulder as he nuzzles you. 
He’s still shirtless, you notice, so you inch backwards in case of any oil spatter. 
“Good sleep?” you mumble, certain that he heard you. 
He hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “Not anymore when you left.” 
This man—a giant baby, puffed cheeks with long limbs hunched over you. 
Your big baby. 
Despite his whines, he’s telling the truth, you know, and you feel warm because of it, affection seeping in the cracks between his arms and the kitchen stove. 
You blow on a spoonful of rice before lifting it up to his lips. Gojo’s breakfasts are always sweet, but every time you cook, he looks forward to this: waiting right behind you to be fed over your shoulder.
His review will always be the same, of course, everything you touch turns out good. 
He reaches for the waffle maker with one hand while the other keeps you close, and you plate his little breakfast for him, whipped cream with little hearts drawn in maple syrup. 
You grab a bowl for your rice and sit by the counter, Gojo sitting thigh-to-thigh beside you despite the abundance of space around you. 
You realize then, that Gojo tends to hover. 
Not necessarily in a bad way, just that, he does it all the time—always wanting to be near.  
And for someone so perceiving, practically all-seeing, he doesn’t really have to for him to know what you’re up to, but with every opportunity he has, he never misses a moment to be close to you.
When you wash the dishes by the sink, he stays beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, even when the sink is wide enough to accommodate him a few inches farther. 
Even the walk to the bathroom has him tailing you, following your footsteps as he traces the footprints of slow mornings with you. 
Your bathroom counter has two sinks, but of course, today, he chooses to stay by yours. 
“Skincare?” you raise a tub of face mask. 
He doesn’t need it, but you love pampering him, so he nods, whatever you want. 
You struggle for a bit (he’s just too tall), so he picks you up by the waist and rests you on the bathroom counter, against the mirror.
He stays in the space between your legs, hands flat against your thighs. His thumb kneads your skin gently, and any other time, this position would end very differently, but there’s a look he’s giving you—all words without speaking. 
And—
“Quit staring,” you mumble, turning shy. You’re about to rub the product onto his cheeks, under his eyes. 
“What, I can’t look at you?” he moves closer, keeping his eyes locked on you as he rubs circles on your thighs. 
“No, you can, but,” you swallow, “you’re looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” his brows furrow. 
“Like that.” you sigh, gesturing to his face. 
“Like I love you?” 
And it is like that. Like he loves you. That’s why he says it so casually. 
Because he does. 
You stay quiet, stunned, before you clear your throat and finish up the final area on his face. 
“Yeah.” you mumble, reaching over to wash your hands on the sink. 
Gojo waits for you to finish before he takes a small towel to dry your hands with it. 
“As if you don’t know.” he scoffs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. 
He’s right—it’s been said before, but there’s something else in his eyes right now, shiny and devoted, as if this is all he could ever want. As if you, on this slow morning, in this too-big bathroom is all he could ever need. 
But he doesn’t say anything. At least, not what he really means. 
“Not my fault you’re so pretty today,” he adds on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
It should be funny, that he’s telling you all this with a mask slathered all over his face, but his compliments always speak to the depths of you, even when you don’t expect them to. 
His fingers mold against your cheek, to your ears, down to the back of your head, bringing you closer until he kisses you softly, a gentle peck. 
Bits of the face mask transfer to your nose and you giggle, wiping it off. 
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say.” you joke.
Gojo smiles, that look on his face, “Good for you then, you’re the only one I see.”
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re-uploaded because i accidentally deleted!
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
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hyenagurl · 1 year
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im making korean egg rice 😎
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fatshopaholic · 1 year
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Don't Put That On My Plate - LN
Summary: Lando is dating a fellow picky-eater and he sort of loves her all the more for it
I write this inspired by myself, I am the worst for eating. I get anxiety eating in front of anyone else and if someone is in the kitchen while I'm cooking I have the most violent thoughts towards them. So this is for anyone who can relate to that.
Also some of the pickiness is actually food that my friends are picky about. The slightly more quirky eating habits are deffo very me-based, lol. The poll isn't even done but this one has been winning by a landslide so I figured I'd just upload :D
No part 2 requests please
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Lando is pretty famously not the most adventurous eater, only trying food in a challenges for marketing when he watches Oscar try them first and even then he's untrusting of trying it with confidence.
Y/n is much pickier in that she doesn't like the fairly basic "healthy" stuff. She'll eat a salad, but don't dare put tomatoes near it. He actually found her gagging hard over the smell of ketchup. Carrot, sweetcorn and peas aren't ever going to be spotted on her plate either. But she loves spinach and roast parsnips make her smile every time without fail.
Does he understand her logic? No.
But he'll defend her to no end and stop someone from putting something he knows she doesn't like on her plate.
Lando actually can't stop himself from smirk a little at the sight of her inspecting the burger and removing the tomato from it then using a knife to scrape off any residue of it from the rest of it.
He knows she would've asked for a plain burger with just cheese. But they must've just given her a burger with everything on it probably just ignoring her. They're busy and they feed a lot of people but he'll make sure it's fixed for her.
"It's ok, baby. Give it here. I'll get you something you can eat." Lando smiles picking up her plate, moving around and kissing her quickly before he shifts to get her something she'll eat.
"Thank you." Y/n mumbles as he shoots a smile back at her.
After retrieving a burger that is of her liking he returns placing it down in front of her with some extra fries as an apology for the mix up.
"You're too sweet." Y/n smiles though she double checks the burger to make sure there's nothing in there that she doesn't want.
"You wouldn't have eaten it anyway." Lando smiles lightly while she hums a little then biting into the burger. "Better?"
"Yeah, better." Y/n nods with a grin.
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Y/n yawns as she sits tucked up next to Lando on the private jet, she is exhausted Lando is talking to others.
She's sort of dozing in and out before she feels something brush her lips and she actually shoots back so fast that Lando's quick reflexes is all that saves her from smashing her head on the side of inner side of the plane. His hand behind her coming up to block the back of her head.
"What the hell was that?" Y/n questions making Lando finally breathe from his laughter and she drops her shocked expression. "What the hell is that?"
"It's a crisp." Lando laughs then holding it up to her mouth again but she just moves her head back again. "You like crisps."
"Well what flavour is it?" Y/n asks with furrowed browns while Lando grins at her. "What flavour?"
"It's just ready salted you muppet." Lando states then laughing when she opens her mouth and he places the crisp on her tongue.
"Did you really have to wake me up for that?" Y/n questions then making her smile lightly before she grins at him.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to make you jump." Lando grins then hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead. "Want anything else to eat? You haven't really eaten much in the past 24 hours."
A key difference between Lando and y/n, y/n sort of avoids eating sometimes if she feels like she's not likely to find something she wants to eat. Lando on the other hand will unapologetically eat whatever he can get his hands so long as it's not fish or something he's not tried before.
"Yeah, I can eat." Y/n nods while Lando smiles pulling the packet of crisps to sit on her lap, he's intending to grab her some more food from the selection they've got on the jet. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, gorgeous." Lando smiles then laughing as he looks at her. "Do you want anything else? We've got ramen?"
"Chicken?"
"Yes." Lando smiles before kissing y/n's forehead gently as she shifts to pick up her crisps and begin eat.
"Are you having some?"
"I can."
Another quirk. Y/n doesn't like eating around Lando if she's the only one eating.
"Yeah, I can eat." Lando nods with a smile.
"I don't want egg though." Y/n mumbles earning a small laugh.
"No egg." Lando chuckles with a nod.
Y/n does like eggs but she's very picky about being in the right mood for it. Apparently now is not one of those moments that she is.
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Once thing Lando has always been careful of when it comes to restaurants is checking the menu to make sure there's a few options that he'd like depending on different moods he might be feeling. Since he started dating her, he has started to focus more on there being something she'd like to eat on the menu than even considering what he wants to eat when it comes to the options.
"I don't know if you want to go there baby, the menu doesn't look very...you." Lando states as y/n talks about a restaurant one of the other driver's girlfriend's had mentioned.
"Really?"
"Yeah." Lando nods sadly making her stand up from the floor and move to sit in his lap, frowning as she looks at his phone then grunts realising he's completely right with that. "Sorry, baby. Picky eaters club isn't allowed in."
"Rude." Y/n pouts earning a small smile from Lando. "A life long burden."
"Would you change?" Lando smirks earning a hum.
"No."
"I didn't think so. We can find somewhere else with nicer food that isn't yuck." Lando grins while wrapping his arms around y/n while she holds his phone and begins to search for somewhere else to eat. "We can order room service today and go out tomorrow?"
"Room service is good. They always have the simple stuff. Can't go wrong." Y/n nods while Lando smiles sadly at y/n.
"Y/n." Lando sighs softly knowing that she is trying to make herself feel better because sometimes she does hate her eating habits and how they hold her back. "Do you know what you need?"
"What?"
"Chocolate. Brownies to be specific."
Y/n grins immediately since if there's one weakness that immediately brings back a good mood, it's brownies. She loves chocolates, as many people do, but it raises her mood enough that Lando can rely on it to be the perfect pick me up.
So they order 4 brownies and y/n manages 2 and half before declaring she can't manage anymore.
"That was worth it."
"Good." Lando laughs while lying down next to her and hugging her tightly.
"Oh god, don't squeeze me. I'll be sick." Y/n groans before sighing. "You know I bet those posh poncy restaurants have nothing like that good of brownies, just like little weird overpriced blobs of mousse on a plate. Probably taste like air."
Lando laughs because she's really right but he still knows she'd love to go to an overpriced restaurant and eat enough things that people would judge her and Lando would probably make a game out of wondering what the final bill would be.
"Thank you." Y/n whispers making Lando smiles and kiss her softly, not being able to hide his grin at the taste of chocolate still on her lips.
She might wish she would change sometimes, but Lando definitely doesn't with for it. He loves her exactly how she is, in the same way she loves him exactly how he is.
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dedmau · 11 months
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I want yall to reblog this, I need to know how many actually do this. It makes me so mad hearing some of them and I'd like to be madder.
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yumenosakiacademy · 2 years
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i was thinking abt how i ate like mayb 2 (n 2+) yrs ago which was 3 packages of top ramen a day (maruchan b4 i found out TR doesnt hav msg) n tht (without any snacks id eat, which i often did), was 1140cal a day, which is Less than the daily healthy minimum somehow jhnsd (aka 1200cal). it was 42g of fat tho, which is 10.33g over the 25% fat-calorie ratio (31.67g is the number tht matches btw)
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