confident egg

anonymous asked:

Bechloe prompt: Chloe was selling candy canes for the Bella's. (Chloe has had a huge crush on beca for like 5 months) when beca came up to the counter to buy one Chloe kept flirting but beca didn't notice so, Chloe grabed beca and kissed her leaving beca in shock. You can go on from there

Because it’s never too early for Christmas, right?

“Seriously? Candy grams?” Beca held up one of the candy canes, flicking the ribbon that tied the note to it before Chloe snatched it out of her hand quickly, putting it back down on the table. 

“We need money,” Chloe said simply. 

“And playing off of the inherently capitalistic principles of this consumer holiday seemed like a good idea?” 

“Ohh,” Chloe said, grinning, “I do love it when you talk smart to me.” 

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WHITE WINE SAUCE AND POACHING EGGS LIKE A BOSS

YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU’RE A CLASSY MOTHERFUCKER, AND YOU DESERVE THE BREAKFAST OF KINGS AND QUEENS. 

THIS HERE IS A RECIPE TO POACH SOME EGGS AND MAKE A GLORIOUS WHITE WINE SAUCE AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME. WHIP AN ENTHUSIASTIC ‘TA DAAA’ OUT OF YOUR ASS, BECAUSE THIS SHIT’S MAGICAL. 

(if you’re a gluten-free kinda boss, you can use rice flour or some other non-gluten flour, it’s totally fine. Likewise, you could use a butter substitute to avoid dairy. Do eggs count as dairy? I always figured they were protein. If you can’t eat eggs, you’re kinda screwed here, sorry. You could still just make the sauce though!) 

EXERCISE YOUR DIPLOMAT SKILLS BY MAKING PEACE BETWEEN TWO WARRING COUNTRIES. ACCEPT THEIR GIFT OF WHITE WINE, AS A SYMBOL OF THANKS AND THEIR SUBTLE ATTEMPT TO GET YOU DRUNK. DON’T SAY ANYTHING, BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU’RE THE FUCKING LIFE OF ANY PARTY. YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD. 

USING YOUR WATERBENDING SKILLS, SWEEP 1 CUP OF WHITE WINE AND 1 CUP OF WATER INTO A WIDE SAUCEPAN. SHOOT A BLAZE OF FIERY JUSTICE SO THAT THIS LIQUID PERFECTION BEGINS TO BOIL. 

THROW IN 1 BAY LEAF, HARVESTED FROM THE MOUNTAINS OF NEPAL AFTER YOU STUDIED THE SUBTLE ART OF STORM PHOENIX WRESTLING. 

ADD A GENEROUS PINCH OF THYME. SO GENEROUS. MASTER OF TIME…ER…THYME. DOCTOR? DOCTOR. *shaking your hand* DOCTOR!

PLUCK ¼ A TEASPOON OF SALT FROM THE BORDER LINING YOUR HOUSE. I’M SURE THE DEMONS WONT NOTICE A SMALL BIT MISSING FROM THE BARRIER. 

KICK THAT HEAT UP INTO A BOIL FOR 5 MINUTES, LETTING THE HERBS AND PERFECTION SEEP INTO YOUR WINE-WATER. YOU DESERVE THE BEST FOOD, DON’T EVEN DOUBT THAT FACT. 

FISH OUT THE BAY LEAF, BECAUSE IT’S A BIT AWKWARD TO EAT, AND TOSS IN AN EGG TO POACH!

WHEN THE WHITES OF THE EGGS ARE TOTALLY OPAQUE, THEY’RE READY FOR EATING (though the yolk will be runny)  THIS SHOULD TAKE ABOUT 5 MINUTES. LET 'EM SIT A BIT LONGER FOR MORE-COOKED YOLKS

YOU CAN COOK 2-5 LARGE EGGS IN THIS PERFECTION. 

IF YOU’RE NOT CONFIDENT WITH YOUR 'cracking eggs directly into the liquid’ SKILLS, YOU CAN CRACK AN EGG INTO A SMALL BOWL, THEN SLIDE THAT SUCKER INTO ITS DEATHTRAP OF DELICIOUSNESS. 

LOOK AT YOUR FANCY ASS, MAKING POACHED EGGS~

HEY NOW, WHAT’S THIS! YOU’VE GOT SOME AMAZING HERBY WINE SHIT LEFT OVER!

LET IT SIMMER IN ITS OWN PERFECTION UNTIL ONLY ABOUT A CUP OF IT REMAINS IN THE PAN. 

TOSS IN 1 TABLESPOON OF BUTTER AND 2 TEASPOONS OF FLOUR AND HARNESS THE FURY OF A TORNADO TO WHISK THAT MAJESTY UNTIL IT’S AS SMOOTH AS THE POETIC COMPLIMENTS SLIPPING FROM TOM HIDDLESTON’S MOUTH. 

ONCE IT’S SMOOTH, YOU CAN DRIZZLE THAT SUCCULENT SAUCE ALL OVER YOUR POACHED EGGS. 

TO BE EXTRA LAVISH, YOU CAN INCLUDE SOME SLICES OF AVOCADO AND SOME PEACH JUICE TO GO WITH YOUR PERFECT BREAKFAST. 

anonymous asked:

I have this deep-seated irrational fear of failure. I'm graduating next semester, but put myself down so much that I didn't consider myself a worthy candidate for med schools and figured I would get rejected anyways - so I didn't even apply. Advice?

Hi anon!

We all experience failure. But failure is essential to success and growth! Here are just some things I have failed at in life:

  • getting into med school the first time I applied
  • doing well on the MCAT the first time 
  • doing well on my Step 1
  • getting an interview with every residency program I applied to 
  • Getting all As or Bs in undergrad (woohoo 2 Cs!)
  • having a long-term boyfriend
  • Wearing the color yellow (it does nothing for my skin tone)
  • Cooking a hard-boiled egg

But in the process I learned!:

  • I applied again, and now I’m in med school!
  • I learned how to be a better test taker
  • I learned that I was not in good physical or psychological shape when I took Step 1, so I worked out and saw my psychologist when I studied for Step 2 and NAILED IT
  • I learned that going to interviews is fun but…seriously, no one wants to go to 20+ interviews
  • Cs made me a better learner, teacher, and more compassionate person
  • I have time for my good friends, cultivate my hobbies, and date so I have a better understanding of what I’m looking for in a partner (hint: the Jay-Z to my Beyonce, the Castiel to my Dean, the Mulder to my Scully. Gentlemen, please feel free to let me know if these criteria apply to you.)
  • I don’t buy anything yellow anymore.
  • I learned basic cooking skills!

And all these awesome things wouldn’t have been possible without failure!

At some point, no matter who or what tells us we can do it, only we can make the final jump, that leap of faith that is required to do anything scary, amazing, or life-changing. 

Have you ever heard of “fake it ‘til you make it”? There was actually a great TedxTalk on body posture that can help boost confidence, even if we don’t feel it! 

If this fear has caused you to eschew MANY opportunities and has caused you to feel unable to live a fulfilling life and/or it has caused significant distress and impaired your ability to enjoy or do things you want to do, I seriously advise seeing a professional, be it a psychologist or psychiatrist. No one should have to live in fear of what they can and cannot achieve.

Otherwise, remember: failure is what makes success possible, and fake it 'til you make it with confidence!