chocolate research

demonqueen-oceanking  asked:

this blog is wonderful and i love it but also. May I ask u to consider Spock being super into Earth Pop Party Music bc i literally? Can't? Stop thinking about him listening to Cheap Thrills by Sia???? Help???????

Spock doesn’t enjoy earth pop party music. But he does listen to it as a study. Chekov introduced him to it and he was curious as to why everyone seemed to find it so enjoyable and energizing. For the past week he’s spent all his off time listening to different groups play this style of music. For research, obviously. as a vulcan he can’t enjoy things, he can merely observe. Cheap Thrills is just a very good example of this music. It’s catchy. NOT TO HIM OF COURSE. But to others. Sometimes he’ll sing it to himself while he’s doing science stuff. To-to remember… what it sounds like. haha it’s a study… Need to be thinking about that stuff. Gotta tap that foot along to the beat, you know, for research. yeah. science and stuff…


Walk into a row of greenhouses in rural Britain, and a late English-winter day transforms to a swampy, humid tropical afternoon. You could be in Latin America or Sub-Saharan Africa. Which is exactly how cocoa plants like it.

“It’s all right this time of year. It gets a bit hot later on in the summer,” says greenhouse technician Heather Lake as she fiddles with a tray of seedlings — a platter of delicate, spindly, baby cocoa plants.

Every cocoa tree that travels the world starts with a vacation here in the British countryside.

The Fate Of The World’s Chocolate Depends On This Spot In Rural England

Photos from top: Courtesy of Dr. Andrew J. Daymond; Rich Preston/NPR

anonymous asked:

lol i saw your chocholate tags on Schmitt&Wellinger and i thought that maybe you can do the whole team Germany vs types of chocolate?

I’m terribly sorry it took me so long to answer that! I had no time to do the proper chocolate research. I hope you like it:

1. Sevi - Intense Orange dark chocolate

or… but these are just chocolate covered wafers so they don’t really count do they?

2. Welli - White chocolate

3. Richard - Chocolate with nuts

4. Stephan - Milk chocolate

5. Marinus - Double Milk chocolate

6. Markus - Chocolate with fruit filling (preferably peach but I couldn’t find a decent picture so have a strawberry one instead)

7. Karl - Chocolate with crunch

8. Wanki - Bubbly milk chocolate

9. David - Chocolate with raisins


Martin Schmitt - Dark chocolate

Werner Schuster - Chili dark chocolate

exoticlush-deactivated20151223  asked:

What are some good after workout snacks?

Before: Whole Wheat Toast with Sliced Banana and Cinnamon

When it comes to gearing up for workout, carbs are your gym BFF. The key is to have a mixed bag of complex and simple ones so that the release of energy during your workout is slow and steady throughout your routine. Whole-wheat toast with fruit gives you both types of carbs with the bonus of being super easy to digest. Complex carbs will keep your motor humming, while the fruit adds an extra kick of energy. For those training for a race, bananas are perfect in raising potassium levels, which drop when you sweat a lot. For an added bonus, add a dash of cinnamon. The spice has been linked to stabilizing blood sugar and improving brain function.

After: Grilled Chicken and Mixed Vegetables

Your body is in recovery mode, so you need a nutrient dense dish. The lean protein and carbohydrates in chicken will fill you up without feeling overly bloated. Add some veggies in olive oil to keep your ticker in tip top shape.

Before: Greek Yogurt and Trail Mix

Getting ready for a long run? Eat some yogurt first. It’s easy on your stomach and when paired with trail mix can give you the little rev your body needs. Just make sure to choose a mix that is mostly nut and dried fruit based with as little fillers as possible. (Yes, sadly we’re talking about those little chocolates!) The healthy sugars from dried fruit provide that quick energy boost while seeds and nuts will keep insulin levels from dropping mid-workout. Just remember, a little bit goes a long way. Seeds and nuts are high in fat, which means they take longer to digest. Too many and you could start feeling sluggish and slow as you sweat.

After: Veggie Omelet with Avocado

You already know eggs are a great source of protein and help aid in muscle recovery and growth. Switch it up from the usual scramble and make a veggie-packed omelet. Garnish with a few slices of avocado for fiber and monosaturated fats (the good kind!). Similar to olive oil, avocados can help your body better absorb fat soluble nutrients that your veggies have like vitamins A, D, E and K. These vitamins are stocked with antioxidants, the best boost for your body, inside and out.

Before: Smoothies

Need a snack on-the-go on your way to the gym? Stick with a smoothie. Not only are they time-friendly, building your own blend has a bunch of exercise benefits. For a foolproof formula, use your favorite sliced fruit, a cup of Greek yogurt and some granola for a thicker consistency. If you’re picking one up, check the label to make sure it’s made from whey or milk-based proteins. And no need to go overboard – 10 to 20 grams of protein before exercising is plenty.

After: Salmon with Sweet Potato

Aside from the usual protein perks, salmon has bioactive peptides, small protein molecules that play a role in inflammation reduction, helping to regulate insulin levels and give you joint support. Sweet potatoes pack in those complex carbs as well as help to restore glycogen levels, which get depleted after a workout.

Before: Oatmeal with Fresh Fruit

Oatmeal is the workout buddy you never have to nag to exercise. It sticks with you throughout your workout by gradually releasing sugar into your bloodstream. Adding fruit to your bowl will help increase the fluid content of your pre-workout snack, keeping you hydrated.

After: Whole Wheat Tuna Fish, Hummus and Spinach Sandwich

If you’re a lunchtime exerciser, this is the sandwich for you. Tuna is low in calories, but high in protein and carbs. Hummus is a better-for-you spread over mayo or mustard, while also being high in fiber. And last but certainly not least, spinach is a produce powerhouse, handling everything from curbing your appetite to boosting your complexion and lowering blood pressure and inflammation.

Before: Apple Wedges with Almond Butter

If it comes down to picking out of the candy dish or an apple for some pre-workout sugar, go for the apple. You’ll avoid a sugar crash mid-lunge while stocking up on vitamins, minerals and antioxidants. To keep your stomach from growling, spread a tablespoon of almond butter on your slices. It squashes hunger and amps energy levels up.

After: Chocolate Milk

Recent research has shown that chocolate milk is the latest craze in post-workout snacks, even over water and sports drinks. That’s because it has everything you need in one glass: carbs and protein for muscle recovery, water content to replace the fluids lost as sweat and calcium, sodium and sugar – all ingredients that help you recover faster, retain water and regain energy. Got milk, anyone?


My Sherlolly Valentine!

This is for vieenfilm.  I’m really terrible at funny and I probably rewrote this six different times, but I really hope you like it.  It’s a just little bit of fluff.    Happy Valentine’s Day…I hope you had a great day.

It’s Not a Date

“What is wrong with everyone today?! Has everyone gone mad?”

The question was practically shouted as Sherlock stormed through the doors of the lab. Molly, used to this after years of conditioning, didn’t even look up from the sample she was studying.

“Well?!” he demanded.

“Oh. Were you actually asking me? I thought it was rhetorical.” Molly answered, still not looking up.

“Molly…” he growled.

Molly sighed finally looking up from her microscope. “Right. What’s disturbed you today, then?”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her and drew a breath. “There are people snogging on street corners, Molly. And everywhere I go there is the cloying scent of flowers. John is replying to all of my texts with “go away” in capital letters.”

Molly giggled. “Sherlock, what’s today’s date?”

“What? Why would I care?” he said.

“It’s February 14th, Sherlock.”


Molly rolled her eyes. “Valentine’s Day, Sherlock. You know, the one day of the year where people are encouraged to spend time with the person they love. They buy flowers, chocolates. Romance each other. Sound familiar?”

Sherlock made a face like he smelled something rotten and then his eyes widened. “Oh. Oh.”

Molly went back to her sample as Sherlock watched. He knew about today. Of course he did. It all made sense now. The snogging couples, the flower scent, even John’s emphatic refusal to come to Baker Street. As usual, Molly was here in her lab on what was actually a holiday. Nothing new there. She always did that, worked on days when others wouldn’t. He supposed she really didn’t have anything else to do, especially since her engagement had been broken over a year now. He wondered if she missed spending the day with what’s-his-name.

“You’ve got no plans, I assume.” he stated.

“No,” she said.

He nodded absently. He had stopped pacing and was now staring at her. Molly could feel those changeable eyes of his boring into her back. They made the fine hair on her neck stand up, but she refused to let him see that he affected her.

“Would you like to have plans?” he asked.

That did make her look up. “Excuse me?”

“Plans, Molly. For today. Do keep up.” He sounded annoyed with her and when she looked at him he was standing stiffly with his hands behind his back.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Sherlock?”

“Date? No.” Now he sounded offended.

“Oh, ok. Then what did you have in mind? Experiment you want me to help you with? Body part you’d like me to bring to Baker Street?”

“No. Nothing like that. I thought we might have dinner.”

“That’s a date, Sherlock.” she said, smiling her small smile that usually meant she was amused with something he had said.

“It’s my understanding that a date is going to a film or dancing or something equally insipid.” he groused.

Her eyebrows raised. “Oh. Well, yes those could all be counted a date activities I suppose. But, generally, going out for a meal a typical date-type thing to do.”

Sherlock looked confused. His eyes flickered around the room as if he couldn’t look directly at her. “We’ve eaten together before, what makes this time different?” he asked.

Molly looked directly at him. “Are we eating in the canteen?”


She continued to look him in the face even though his eyes still couldn’t rest on her. “Do you have bags of crisps hidden in your pockets for us?”

Air hissed out of his nose and he ground his teeth. “No.”

Molly grinned. “Have you just finished a case?”

He could see where this was going. “NO.” he said firmly.

“Well then, since those are all the previous reasons we’ve eaten together and since none of them have happened today – that makes this different.” With that said, she went back to her slides. “And since I know perfectly well how you feel about dating in general and relationships in particular, I understand why you will now take back your offer. Have a nice day, Sherlock.”

Sherlock stood staring at her. He had just been dismissed. She had just dismissed him. Since when did Molly Hooper think she could just dismiss and ignore him? He needed to think. Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the lab.

Molly closed her eyes, rested her forehead on the eye pieces of the microscope and sighed. Well, it had been a nice thought. Sherlock asking her out on a real, honest-to-goodness date was something she had been waiting on and dreaming about for years.

Some things had changed since he had come back, yes. But mostly things had stayed the same. There had been that one lovely day when she had been his assistant, but soon after he had locked himself away from her again. She knew it was because of Tom and her engagement to him. Sherlock had been respectful and kept his distance. Then the Magnussen case had changed him again. The drugs, Janine, him being shot and then Christmas had pulled him farther and farther away. If she thought about it too much, she still got little angry with him for getting on a plane headed for what basically amounted to a suicide mission without bothering to even text her. Oh, she knew his exile had lasted less than five whole minutes before he was brought back to deal with the second coming of Moriarty, but it still bothered her that he hadn’t even tried to contact her.

Molly opened her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. It wouldn’t do her any good to sit stewing about it. It never did. It only made her melancholy and she had resolved not to let her current situation get to her today. She took a fortifying breath and went back to her samples.

Sherlock sat in his chair with his hands pressed together, fingers resting under his chin and his eyes closed. He had come home and gone straight into his mind palace, barely pausing long enough to take off his coat and scarf. He descended into it, heading straight for Molly’s room (Of course she had a room now, two if you wanted to get technical. But he didn’t count his morgue, because that was just where he kept her medical knowledge.).

He threw open the door and there she stood – cherry print jumper, baggy trousers, ponytail and all. His mind image of her just stared back at him, waiting. As he approached her, she smiled. “Molly,” he said, “you’re angry with me. Why are you angry with me?”

“Did you hurt my feelings?” she asked.

Sherlock shook his head. “No, I asked you to dinner.”

“Oh. Like a date then?”

“Why would you think it’s a date?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be a date? I enjoy going on dates. Plus we would be spending time together and you like spending time with me,” her image said.

Sherlock frowned. “What makes you say that?”

Mind palace Molly rolled her eyes. “You hide out in my flat and sleep in my bed, Sherlock. You watch telly with me. You let me fall asleep on your shoulder when I’ve had a long shift. You invite me to help with your experiments and you like that we can work together quietly without talking. My horrible jokes make you laugh even though you hide it. What does that tell you, Sherlock?”

“I like you. Of course I like you. You’re…well, you’re my…you’re my friend.”

Molly’s image cocked her head to the side. “Is that all?”

“Why would there be more?”

Molly began rattling off questions at him. “What does my hair smell like? What do I like to wear at home on my days off? Which side of the bed do I sleep on? What do I keep on my bedside table? What snack do I keep in my pantry?”

Sherlock responded with the answers just as quickly. “Citrus and rosemary. Those horrible flannel pants with the kittens on them and an old uni t-shirt. The right because it’s farthest from the door. The latest copy of your favorite pathology journal and a notepad for writing down ideas about new research. The chocolate biscuits that I like, but that I can never convince Mrs. Hudson to buy extras of.”

Molly smiled. “Is that all?”

Sherlock stared at her figure, realization dawning. “No, there’s more. There’s always more to you, Molly Hooper.”

Her smile brightened. “I think you would like having dinner with me, Sherlock. Even if it is a date.” Sherlock’s lips twitched and curled into a small smile. “I think you’re right. Thank you, Molly.” He turned and left her room, leaving the door open. When he glanced back, she waved and smiled.

Sherlock opened his eyes as he came out of his mind palace. It had gotten dark. He glanced at his watch. Half past seven, Molly would be getting ready to leave Bart’s any time now. He still had time if he hurried.

Molly stood in front of her locker and sighed deeply. She was ready to go home. Her day had been long and dull, especially after Sherlock left. She was glad she had tomorrow off. She was looking forward to staying in bed as long as humanly possible and then maybe watching telly until her brain oozed out her ears.

She shut her locker, slipped into her coat and grabbed her bag. As she exited the locker room, she noticed someone waiting at the end of corridor. She smiled to herself. Sherlock was back. She wondered what he needed now. He was watching her. It always made her shiver being on the receiving end of his concentrated stare. She stopped and looked up at him.

“What are you doing here, Sherlock?” she asked.

“I thought I was taking you to dinner,” he said.

“And I thought we had talked about this already.”

“Yes. Yes, we did. But I had something to add.”

Before she could respond, his beautiful musician’s hands framed her face and he leaned down towards her. His lips brushed against hers softly. Molly’s eyes slid shut as she grasped his coat sleeves and leaned in towards him. Sherlock pulled back slightly and smiled. Molly’s eyes fluttered open.

“Will you have dinner with me, Molly Hooper?”

Molly smiled. “Is this a date, then?”

Sherlock grinned and gripped her hand. “A date, yes. And more. I hope you like Italian.”