- Always keep sweats, comfy shoes, makeup wipes, condoms, gum, a phone charger, a hair brush, and taxi fare in your purse/car.
- Wipe front to back
- Don’t use body washes or scrubs when cleaning your downstairs area. A little water goes a long way. Make sure to wash all around the vulva and gently get around your clitoris. USING YOUR FINGERS TO WASH IS BEST. Your vagina and vulva have natural bacteria and oils that are disrupted if you use soaps and sprays/ if you wash too harshly or excessively. They are delicate little things.
- SOAPS ALSO CAUSE VAGINAL DRYNESS
- DO NOT USE DOUCHES ever ever ever!!!
- Always pee after sex to prevent UTIs
- Coconut oil can be used for just about anything: shaving cream, moisturizer, lip balm, deep conditioner, cooking, insect repellent, makeup remover.. the list goes on. Get unrefined virgin coconut oil and you’ll smell and feel great. A little goes a long way so don’t over do it.
- EXFOLIATE at least once a week. You can buy an exfoliator at any drug store but I like to make my own but DO NOT use on your lady bits.
***1/2c coffee grinds, 2-3tbsp coconut oil, sea salt
***1 1/4c white sugar, 1/2c olive oil, 3tbsp lemon juice (good for legs, DON’T USE ON FACE OR VAGINA)
- DON’T EVER use sugar on, in, or around your vagina and try to avoid using brown sugar or hard scrubs on your face
- You can experiment a lot with your bath water and different things you can put in it. I just found some really great recipes for detox baths:
***1c ground up oatmeal, 1c epsom salts, 2tbsp lavender buds.. Mix all the ingredients and add 2-3 spoonfuls to your bath water
***1c epsom salts, ½ baking soda, 10 drops of essential oils
***1-2c milk, ½ pure honey
***Add 6-10 green tea bags to your bath water
- Essential oils in a bath are great…. Just some examples and benefits: Lavender is calming, Grapefruit is energizing, Peppermint helps with fatigue, Chamomile and Rosemary help with headaches and are also calming.
- YONI OIL by Goddess Body is amazing. It helps restore the balance of your yoni aka vagina and it is also antibacterial!!! Be careful if you’re buying from a different brand because different brands have different mixtures and some aren’t very good for you.
- THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!!! Oils and oil based products break down the material in condoms which causes breaks or tears!!!!! If you plan on gettin some please do not put oils around your vagina for your own safety!!!!!!
- Face masks are great for skin health and relaxation. Some of my favourite recipes are:
***1 banana and 1tbsp honey
***1tbsp honey and 1/2tsp each of cinnamon and nutmeg (doubles as a sweetener for Chai tea)
- Shave downward or diagonally when shaving your bikini line. USE MENS’ RAZORS. Pat dry with a cold face cloth immediately after shaving to close pores and use a non-scented lotion to prevent irritation and razor bumps.
- If you have crusty ass feet exfoliate them in the bath, pat dry then use Burt’s Bees Coconut Foot Cream and put on socks right after. If they’re really bad, put this cream on before bed and sleep with socks on. This is especially good during cold weather.
- Make sure to moisturize every day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- When washing your hair; shampoo your roots and condition your tips.
- Don’t go to bed with you hair wet. Rub coconut oil into your scalp and brush it out before bed, wash in the morning.
- Massage your scalp with aloe vera for at least 30 seconds before you go to bed/ before you wash your hair to promote hair growth.
- The more you touch and pick at acne the more oily your face will get.
- Dilute 1tsp of apple cider vinegar in 1c of water for a natural facial toner.
- Try to reduce your sugar intake to prevent acne and yeast infections.
- Cranberry juice works better than pineapple juice. Drink lots of this and AT LEAST 2L of water a day to keep your body healthy.
- Green/ Black tea, fruits, veggies, yogurt, and WATER all support good vaginal health and just overall body health.
- KALE IS A GOD SEND. It tastes better than spinach and you can put it in a smoothie, mix it in with your salad, bake and season it for kale chips, or just eat it as is. It’s extremely high in iron which is good if you’re anemic and get light-headed/dizzy during your time of the month.
- Eating healthy promotes good mental health as well as physical health so keep your brain healthy too!!
If you’re needing a day to yourself, run a bath and add 1 cup of apple cider vinegar. Get a face cloth and wash yourself all over just with the bath water, especially your bizness. Apple Cider vinegar helps to restore your pH balance to keep you fresh and clean. Shave with coconut oil, exfoliate, then shave again to get all the dead skin off your legs. Scrub the dead skin off your feet and knees and elbows. Empty and rinse the tub and fill it back up with some oils or bath mixes of your choosing. Make yourself a tea or have some water near the tub. Put on a face mask and play some music or read a book or watch a show on Netflix and relax until the water is warm. Drain the water and rinse off quickly with cool water to get all the toxins and oils off your body. As soon as you get out, pat dry and lotion yourself, put on socks or slippers to keep your feet clean and then get into comfy clothes. Wear cotton underwear if you have them because they help get air to your bizzness.
Anxiety ruins you. It turns a simple or nonexistent situation, into a catastrophe.
It rips you from sleep. To the point where it makes you sick because you’re so tired.
It creates problems that aren’t even there.
It’s like having a little devil on your shoulder. All the time, whispering what could go wrong. And what a nuisance you are, And how awful you are. So you start to repeat all the bad things about yourself.
“Nobody wants you around” “You’re so boring” “You’re ugly” “Everyone is sick of you” “Your boyfriend is going to get tired of dealing with this “You’re a mess all the time, how could anyone love that?” “Their lives would be better if you just went far away” Should I go away?
It makes you angry over little things. It ruins your relationship because you’re always worried about everything.
It makes you just want to be alone. To distance yourself.
All of this is going on in your head, But all people see is a polite smile.
Anxiety ruins you. And it’s so damn tiring. To fight a battle inside your head,
Every Single Day.
Mix this with your own version of depression
Now that’s just a recipe for disaster.
Look at that.
You’re pushing everyone away.
But you’re not doing anything about it
It’s not that you don’t care
You just care too much
In your head your a nuisance
So you must stop annoying everyone
They don’t leave so you have to make the sacrifice and leave them
Anxiety and depression causes self-destruction
You must clear the way to avoid casualties
Stay away from everyone.
A while back I made a post about how I organize my Grimoire/Book of Shadows and for a long time since then I’ve wanted to a sort of 101 for creating a Grimoire/Book of Shadows. Be warned, this will be a long post! As always, this is merely my opinion, my word is not law.
(UPDATED 4/24/17; All updates are marked)
-The Grimoire Basics-
What is a Grimoire?
As my own personal definition, a Grimoire is simply any book used by a witch in his/her/their own personal practice. There is no limit as to what a Grimoire can or cannot be, as each one is as unique as the witch who wrote it.
How do I use a Grimoire?
A grimoire is used to document, or keep track of, any magickal information that is relevant to the practitioner.It serves to log everything you need to know in your own personal craft.
-Types of Grimoires-
These are my own personal “styles” of grimoires that I have made over the years. These are not the only “kinds” of grimoires, merely suggestions.
- “Textbook” Grimoire: This is a grimoire that is set up to serve as a reference book, a book strictly for spiritual or magickal information.
- “Practical” Grimoire: This is a grimoire that can serve a practical purpose, such as a recipe or spell book. Often more portable than a standard grimoire.
- “Inspirational” Grimoire: These are often called inspiration journals. They are filled with spiritual images, quotes and writings to serve as a sort of “bible.”
- “Memory Keeping” or “Journal” Grimoire: This is a grimoire that serves to be a personal record of thoughts and feelings pertaining to spiritual activity in your life.
-Grimoire Keeping Methods-
- Blank bound or spiral bound Notebooks - I’ve actually seen someone tape composition notebooks together to get a “thick” book. - Recycled or used hard/soft cover books - Binders - OneNote/Tumblr/Internet - Computer Folder/Flash Drive/Memory Card
-How to make a Grimoire-
I recommend that if you are starting a grimoire or are a relatively new witch, don’t even bother buying a nice, expensive, fancy journal. Most of the time (unless you’ve already done one or two grimoires before and you know exactly what you’ll be putting in this grimoire), that book will sit on a shelf and collect dust. Many new witches get excited to have a “fancy” grimoire and then become terrified of “messing up” in it which results in that book never being used. We’ve all been there, done that.
That being said, here are the basic steps I followed when making my “permanent” grimoire.
- Decide on your Grimoire Keeping Method - Gather the information that you would like to put into your grimoire (this can sometimes take a very long time, it took me years), although if the “write as you go” method is more comfortable for you, then go ahead. - Organize your information. If you’re a perfectionist like me, this might take a bit. It’s also completely natural to change up your organization style later on. - Protect/Consecrate your Grimoire. This is completely optional, but it can also be a fun “witchy” way to bond with your grimoire. - Put all your information in your book in anyway that you desire. I found it useful to “plan” out the book before I started writing in all the information. This way I knew exactly what pages were going where. - Decorate your Grimoire. Also, completely optional. Some people like decorating with flowers and ribbons and pictures and stickers. Other people prefer straight to the point text. Either way works perfectly fine.
A quick note for those who suffer from the perfectionist complex: don’t sweat it. We all want our books to be “perfect” but after writing about six grimoires I’ve learned that grimoires really don’t ever become “permanent” because our preferences change as we grow. If you’re worried about it being perfect, starting “planning” pages in a cheap journal. Take note of any mistakes or things you want to change. You can always create another grimoire later. Don’t let that pesky perfectionism hold you back. And if you make mistakes, try to work with them and turn them into something else instead of scrapping your book to start over.
I used to dream of having a huge, Charmed-like Grimoire, and now I prefer the small, sloppy, scrap book, messy-writing kind of grimoire. Don’t sweat it.
Things to put in your Grimoire
- Correspondences - Sabbats, Esbats and any Holidays you celebrate - How to cast spells - Spells and Rituals - Divination - Astrology - Herbs and Recipes - Crystals - Topics you’d like to learn about later.
This post details my own personal Grimoire Index. However the best way to organize your grimoire would be whatever works best for you. I personally like having everything divided into matching sections. However, if you write spells a lot, you may want spell writing notes in the front, while correspondences would be better in the back. It’s all up to personal preference.
- Intention Cheat Sheets.When you want to write a spell, nothing sucks more than having to flip back and forth all over your grimoire to find the information you need. My advice is to make “cheat sheets” for each of your intentions. Pick an intention, such as Money, and write down anything that corresponds to that (colors, herbs, moon phases or zodiac signs, crystals, incense, etc) this way the next time you want to do a spell for Money, you can just flip to your cheat sheet and be done. (UPDATED 4/24/17)
- Incognito Grimoire: Find a generic book that you like at a Goodwill or second hand shop. Write your witchcraft notes/correspondences in the margins and spacing. Use markers or crayons to draw pictures and symbols. You can also glue blank pages into the book so you have more space to write anything you want. This way your Grimoire can sit in plain sight on your bookshelf when you have company over and no one will be the wiser.
Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.
Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.
I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me. I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight. Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.
He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment. When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close. Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.
I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget. I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else. But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about herfor the first time.
“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”
Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?
“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”
At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious? Harry. My best friend, Harry. Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?
I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.
So… I had been understanding. Kind even. I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.
My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….
My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.
However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?
And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.
“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.
“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”
It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.
“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”
“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”
From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.
“That’d be nice.”
Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.
“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.
I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.
“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”
I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.
The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.
I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.
“I think I should go,” I muttered.
I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.
“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”
This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.
“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.
Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”
I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.
“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.
Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”
I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.
“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.
Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.
“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”
I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”
Another sob wrecked through my chest.
“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”
Used to. So long ago, it seemed.
“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.
I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”
Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached. Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room. There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned. I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first. So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.
•always have bottled water in your house/apartment
•pay your bills on time
•wash your dishes everyday
•don’t tell anyone you don’t trust you live alone
•call your mom and tell her you love her
•make sure you have extra toilet paper
•remember to close the curtains when changing
•lock all the windows and doors at night/before leaving the house
•double check that the stove is off
•don’t leave lights on too much
•use real plates instead of throwaways
•have flashlights in every room
•fruits and veggies are important
•night lights aren’t just for babies and kids
•electric and water bill are more important than cable
•don’t eat out too much
•do your laundry
•it’s okay to ask for help
•own at least two recipe books
•never lock yourself out
•but don’t hide a spare under a mat/plant
•don’t open the door without knowing who it is
•wash your bed spread a lot
•make sure you always have food in the fridge
•if you feel unsafe call someone
•candy/snacks are not meals
Q0. I thought it could be realistic, that Hwandong and his ex-girlfriend, Hyejeong, can’t be honest even as they worry about each other. What did you think of the two’s relationship?
I thought it was enviable (laughs). Because even if they fight verbally whenever they see each other, they respect and think of each other deep down. It’s an ideal relationship, and I think to have a partner like that would be something wonderful.
Q1. What do you have and don’t have in common with Hwandong?
Maybe what we have in common is that we’re optimistic and have hardworking personalities. I also have a clear idea of my goals and try hard for the sake of achieving them. But our dating lives might differ. Hwandong doesn’t tell everything to the person he likes even when he has something to say, but I hope to do everything I can to avoid regret with my partner (laughs).
Q2. What advice do you want to give to teens for achieving their dreams?
It usually isn’t feasible to achieve your goal or dream in one step. Fulfilling a dream is a process, and I don’t think it can be had without each and every necessary experience along the way. So when you’re in your teens, you can’t look away from what you should do just because you don’t like the work (laughs). Even if you’re thinking “I hate this,” won’t you find strength in thinking of it as a step to what you personally want? I’ve managed to fulfill one of my dreams too, and now I’m trying on a new one.
Q3. What were you like as a teenager?
I was a really ordinary high school student. My student life was typical, playing around with close friends. Though that’s when I started to like music and to put in the effort to become an entertainer who would get to sing and act in the future.
Q4. Your ideal woman?
My ideal person stays as someone with a pretty smile. Just like how there are people with cool ear-to-ear grins, there are people with small, cute smiles. I’d love if someone I had feelings for liked to smile (laughs).
Q5. Something fun about being an actor?
That I can experience what I otherwise wouldn’t have. That’s a good part of an acting career. It also does make me glad to see others touched by or relate to my roles.
Q6. Word is you’re good at cooking. What can one do to become good at it?
Although it’s important to practice making dishes, it might be helpful to make them after getting to know the specific flavors of ingredients and seasonings. If you do that, you’d have a rough idea of what flavor mixing ingredients together might lead to. I’m doing my own research and refer a lot to recipes on the Internet to figure out how to create tastier dishes!
Q7. What are you good at making?
Steak and doenjangjjigae. When there’s opportunity to, I’d like to study traditional Japanese dishes as well.
Q8. A Korean dish you recommend?
Cheonggukjang-jjigae. It has a scent similar to natto, although it’s stronger and might be polarizing. But I like it (laughs). It’s very delicious!
Q9. What food did you find tasty while in Japan?
Ochazuke, monjayaki, nukazuke. I really like natto as well. Tonkatsu ramen is good too but Korean cuisine has a lot of strong flavors already, so I lean to lighter flavors with Japanese cuisine!
Q10. A message for Popteen readers!
Enjoy your summer vacation! And if you have a dream or goal for the future, try hard for its sake. I’m cheering for you too!
"I was getting my Munch Squad on at McDonald's. When I sat down for my feast, a guy walked in the door, looked at me, and said, "Idiot can't even make his own pancakes, how pathetic."
*Justin begins laughing mid-sentence*
Don't laugh at that! I mean it's, it's a power play.
This person was just eating breakfast at McDonald's, and when they sat down to eat a guy walked in the door, looked at them and said, "Idiot can't make his own pancakes, how pathetic." - And then walked back out! What is this fuckin' mysterious assassin? "I tried to enjoy my meal but all I could taste were dejection and tears. How can I track this guy down, explain how restaurants work and then project the image of a man who definitely understands the process of making pancakes to every stranger I encounter." And that's from Hobbes.
Here's the nicer, amazing way of doing this. Walk into McDonald's, see somebody eating a stack of pancakes, hand them a recipe for pancakes, and then walk out the door.
I wanna be in the head of the person who's walking by McDonald's, sees someone eatin' a stack of flapjacks and is like, I GOTTA go in there and say somethin'.
I gotta get'em.
Fucking double parks...
Just pulls up on the lawn of McDonald's, rolls out.
Justin in a deeper voice:
Victoria just go around the block, I'm just...I'm just gonna be a sec.
Listen, I know we try to keep it nice on this show, we try not to be mean... This is maybe the funniest thing I've ever heard. I'm really trying so hard not to be entertained by this.
It's not funny that you got bullied and it's not funny that this person's an ass. What's funny is the idea of walking into a restaurant, just already - just pre-angry that people here are eating things that they could just as easily make at home.
Okay, Tegs, I'm gonna have to ask you to explain the 'getting asked to leave preschool' thing
Preschool was a weird time for me. I was one of those horribly precocious children- I’d taught myself to read before I was three- and so while my classmates were learning their ABCs, I was reading chapter books I’d brought from home. It was honestly a total waste of time, and I acted out a lot because I was bored as hell. It was really more like day care, but understaffed- for the entire three and four year old class, there was only one teacher. Her name was Sister Ida and she would play us songs on the guitar and sing. But this wasn’t enough to mollify me; I had been SO EXCITED about school because that’s where you get to learn. The kids in books all went to school- my mom says that the summer before I started pre-school, I’d get out of bed and wake her up in the middle of the night asking if it was time to go to school. But then school turned out to be an utter disappointment. A lot of preschool is really about socialization; learning to share, learning to get along with other kids, learning not to be pushy- but I would shut down around other kids because I just wanted to read books. I’d throw a fit when my books were taken away, so Sister Ida just let me read. What else could she do? My parents didn’t want to move me up a grade because I was bad enough at talking to children my own age and they really didn’t think I’d thrive with kids older than me. I wasn’t more mature emotionally than my age cohort- I was just academically quicker, and that was a recipe for disaster if they’d bumped me up.
My parents could never get stuff done with me around, because I was always asking a million questions, so they turned to that old standby, the electronic babysitter. If I was out of books to read, I could turn on the TV; my mom just left the one in the living room tuned to the Discovery Channel. This was old school Discovery Channel, not the reality show network it is today, which meant that I was watching animal documentaries all the time.
One day, I saw a documentary about sea turtles. Specifically it was a program about the miracle of sea turtle birth- how they have so many eggs and how they don’t all make it to the sea. There was a segment on how the sea turtles find mates and how the males hang onto the females for up to twenty-four hours and how mating is violent but then she has all those eggs… I thought it was amazing. It seemed like some kind of magic trick- insert magic wand, presto change-o, baby sea turtles. I decided that I would take this in for show and tell- I would demonstrate (drumroll, please) mating.
I had these little plastic turtles that I put in my schoolbag. Show and tell came around and when it was my turn, I stood up in front of the class and said “I’m going to show you how sea turtles mate!”
Sister Ida was not fast enough to stop me. I started talking about how the sea turtles entered a mating bond and stacked the plastic turtles on top of each other and then talked about how the eggs came out of the female’s cloaca. It was upsetting to the other children because I was using big words they didn’t know and it was upsetting to the nun because I was teaching three year olds about sex. When I started talking about how the male enters the cloaca and stays there for as long as a day and how the female sea turtle tries to bite him because his claws hurt, well… they’re just lucky I didn’t have visual aids beyond those two plastic turtles because male sea turtle genitals are enormous and horrifying.
This all led to a conference with my parents where the principal explained that 1.) I wasn’t learning anything; 2.) that my boredom was actually diminishing my burgeoning social skills; 3.) and that I was introducing material that wasn’t grade appropriate to kids who didn’t understand. Really, it was the best thing for me- the principal thought that I’d be better off at the public school where they actually had resources beyond a singing nun with a guitar. So when it was time for kindergarten, that’s where I went.
Bad Day Curse; Imagine a pillow is the face of someone you hate/just want to give a bad day to. Muster the loudest scream you can, with all your loathing (of them and/or yourself), annoyance, negative energies packed behind it. Now imagine that person having a shit time. Finally, shove your face into the pillow; let it all out. Throw the pillow down by your feet/away from you. You feel better, and they’ll feel worse.
Reflection Spell; Grab a mirror of any kind (compact, handheld, hanging, etc). Get a bit of paper and write the name of the person who needs to do some reflecting (this can be yourself or anyone else.) Mutter/say in your head an incantation along the lines of “Take a fucking look, babes.” While placing the paper facing toward the mirror. Sorted.
Positivity/Energy Boost; Add cinnamon to a hot drink. Stir clockwise while incanting “I will do [x] today” or “I will feel [y] today” depending on needs. Stir/incant to your preferred number. Drink up.
Protection Boost; Add Pink Himalayan Salt in place of table/sea salt to recipes that call for salt. Envision those who’re due to eat the meal encased in whatever best represents armour/a protective shield to you. Boost their/your own protection.
so sometimes I’m just sitting around being lazy, watching tv or getting distracted by internet things, or I’ve eaten too much or I’ve just had a super long day. and sometimes I’m even aware of how much of a blob I am being, I’m sure this happens to other people, too. anyways I wanted to share this little list to motivate me/others to stop being a blob:
1. very very first thing. shut off your internet. put all the tv and stuff out of reach. this is really important, but you will feel 100% better afterwards.
2. uncover your windows, let natural light filter in. if you can/want to open them, that’s also fantastic. it really helps lighten your mood, always makes me feel more connected with the rest of the world.
3. put on some music. it’s ok to use your phone/computer for this, but remember to just keep it away from arm’s reach. also, you can use whatever music you’d like, but I suggest something soft, like Frank Sinatra or Beegie Adair or Jack Johnson.
4. take a walk. look at the colors and plants people surround themselves with. pick out houses/buildings you like. look at the sky, listen to what’s going on around you. I don’t generally listen to music for this because I like to feel grounded when I walk, but if you’re more of a song person that’s okay, too. it’s really easy to forget how long it’s been since you’ve had some fresh air.
5. take a bath. if it’s hot out, turn on a fan and cool down the room so you’re all cosy in the water, put in some bubbles and scents. grab a book or magazine. exfoliate, do your nails, put on a face mask. throw yourself a little spa day. when you get out, put on lotion, put on new underwear and soft, comfy clothing.
6. make your favourite cup of tea or coffee, or maybe pour yourself some lemonade or just cold water is fine too.
7. go sit in a common area of your house, like a living room or dining table. if you’re not home alone and don’t want to be bothered, gently voice it to the people around you or go sit somewhere else where you feel comfortable and relaxed. just get out of the same walls, find a change of scenery. you could even leave and go to a café or a park if you’d like.
8. do some writing/doodling. whenever this happens, I always like to use a spare piece of printer paper or something not connected to a notebook so I’m less attached to it and less likely to care about the way it looks. let the pen do its own thing, don’t worry about messing up. if you feel that you’re getting frustrated, step away and do something else.
9. make some lists. this is one of my favourite pastimes. list nice things that you’ve seen recently that you think you’ll forget later on. list little details of your dreams, list things you want to do in your favourite season, list recipes you’d like to try. the possibilities are endless.
10. cook/bake something. important reminders—if you don’t find this relaxing, don’t do it!! find another hobby that you love where you can enjoy doing something productive. also, even if you’re making something fantastic, be sure not to snack too much or overeat (I’m very prone to this). you could also make something for a friend or a neighbour!! people always enjoy a heartfelt craft made by someone who cares.
11. catch up with an old friend or family member. ask them out for coffee or something, it’s always nice to talk. trust me, they will very much appreciate you reaching out.
12. write a letter to someone. you do not have to send it.
13. go to a park and look at the flowers or sit in the grass. grab a sketchbook, some sudoku, a book, a puzzle, your thoughts, or anything else you could tinker with while enjoying the fresh air. something to make your brain work a little.
there’s more, of course, but this is all I can really come up with at the moment—I hope it works! now get off that web and have a good time!!
Honestly, learn to recreate your guilty pleasures at home. Learn to make your own pizza, or copy your favorite takeout recipes. It will probably be healthier, especially if you tweak things to specifically do so and it’s going to save you SO MUCH MONEY. Literally made fried rice last night with leftovers I would’ve thrown out anyway. I made breakfast burritos this morning with more leftovers. Recreated an amazingggg salad that was $16 in a restaurant for a fraction of that. You don’t have to eat baked chicken and steamed vegetables every meal. Get creative so you don’t just “give up” and go stuff your face with the things you crave. You can compromise and have yummy things.
the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)
category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie
author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!
Here’s some things I do when I don’t have energy or forget to eat. This is what helps me, so please keep in mind that it might not work for you.
1) Set reminders! I forget lunch the most, so I have a reminder on my phone at around noon each day telling me to eat lunch. Add as many as you need.
2) For days when you can’t get out of bed, keep some nonperishable food in your room if you can. I have a plastic container near my bed so I can easily reach it without getting up.
Mine has granola bars, crackers, fruit snacks, fruit cups, trail mix, jerky, and bottled water.
It’s not a “normal” meal, but much better than nothing and requires almost no energy.
3) Break down tasks into very small steps. Sometimes mine are as small as “Sit up in bed, move feet onto floor, stand up, walk out of room, walk down hallway, walk to kitchen”. I give myself time in between steps to build up motivation if I need to.
Make a checklist if you need to visualize it!
4) Congratulate yourself after completing a difficult step. Even if it’s a simple step, or after every step. It seemed silly to congratulate myself for getting out of bed, but it really helps motivate me to continue.
My internal dialogue for this is something like “Okay you did it! That wasn’t too bad. Now you can do the next step too” or “If that was the hardest part, I can do this”
5) I go to @lowspoonsgourmet when I don’t know what to make and they organize recipes by how many spoons it requires!
@no-more-ramen is another good one and separates recipes into categories like if there’s no chopping involved or if it makes leftovers
I think that’s it? I might add to this if I think of more. I hope this was helpful!
Oh, the beautiful working altar! It is a place of magic, with lots of shiny and smelly things on it which make me feel at home. But to the new witch, it can sometimes seem daunting, and even downright scary to look at - almost as if it came right out of some dark fantasy story.
But there’s nothing to be afraid of. Each object on the altar is merely a tool to help visually direct energy. In witchcraft, every tool has its significance and its own symbolism, and it often helps to understand what makes these tools so important. In this series of articles, I will endeavor to lift the shroud of mystery from these tools and assist in helping you understand what each tool is used for, where it comes from, and why we use it.
The Book of Shadows
We’ve all seen various shows that portray witches with various spell books, from the massive tome in Sabrina, The Teenage Witch to the living spell book in Hocus Pocus. It sometimes seems as if the book is as inseparable from witchcraft as the broom, pointed hat, and black cat! However, unlike how they’re portrayed in media, spell books, or Books of Shadows, are unique to each individual, and may have spells, correspondences, references, or may simply be a journal.
Ultimately, the Book of Shadows (hereafter, “BoS”) is a repository of knowledge pertinent to your practice. It’s your reference guide and a measure of your growth as you progress and learn more.
As many experienced witches who teach can attest to, one of the most frequent questions we get is “How to I make a BoS?” or “What do I need to do to get a spell book?” And this question is tricky not because of complexity, but because of its simplicity. So let’s take a look at the different types of BoS, and what could go into them!
Hard Copies, Media Files, and Oral Tradition
Every witch has his or her own aesthetic, preferred method of going about things, and pocketbook. As such, the types of BoS out there vary depending upon the witch! The most stereotypical BoS is the hard copy book. Durable, long lasting, and with a rather gorgeous look, it’s no surprise that from the get go, many of us will reach out to take hold of one of those faux-leather-bound blank journals lining the back wall of Barnes & Noble.
However, when first starting out, jumping straight to these often expensive books is not necessarily practical. The reason for this is that like our practice, our book will likely change and evolve over time to reflect our growth. As such, it isn’t uncommon early on to tear pages out, reorganize, and add pages to incorporate what suits you.
That said, it’s often recommended for the new witch to start simple. And for that there are a couple of options! First is for those who prefer hard copies. In the .gif above, the keen eye might notice that the BoS shown is a simple graph paper notebook. This is not uncommon, and while some may initially fear having a BoS that looks “tacky,” remember that the book will change over time, and as you practice more and find aspects that you know will not be going away anytime soon, you can incorporate them into another more aesthetically pleasing BoS (there’s no rule that says you can’t have more than one! I have several, and for different aspects of my practice).
Far less expensive is the digital BoS. Earlier on, I addressed Technopaganism and how it relates to paganism and witchcraft. In it, I acknowledged that one rather practical aspect to technopaganism is that witches who adopt this philosophy will often set aside files on their devices specifically for witchcraft. For instance, on my computer, I have a folder dedicated to witchcraft, with subfolders that have word files for notes, rites and spells, my blog articles (yes, my articles go in my BoS!) pictures, and correspondences. Though many witches prefer to cast spells and blessings on their BoS and may scoff at the thought of having a digital BoS, remember that in technopaganism, it is not uncommon to bless and cast spells on the device or drive that has the files in question, just as one would bless and cast a spell on a physical book.
Some witches who like the digital aspect even create public BoS’s here on Tumblr! Blogs are often a great repository for spells and notes regarding witchcraft, so it’s good to keep your eyes peeled for a good BoS page!
Lastly, there is another type of BoS that often goes unrecognized and treated less carefully because it’s not a physical object, and that’s oral tradition. Many of our ancient ancestors who did not have a written language passed their traditions, spells, and rites down to one another through strictly oral means. And some who had a written system maintained a mostly oral tradition as well (take, for instance, the Celts and Norse - both had written systems but maintained their traditions orally). The message here is that if you don’t feel that having a BoS is necessary or desired, you are not a lesser witch for it. Even today, some families maintain an oral system, passing their faith and traditions down from one generation to the next with the spoken word.
Compilations, Dreams, and Magic
So we’ve seen the different formats used for a BoS. But… what goes into it? Well, the simple answer is anything you want! And much to the frustration of many new witches, that’s exactly the answer they get. So let’s take a look at what commonly goes into a BoS, and how it can be varied.
Spells: This one’s the most common subject. After all, many witches prefer a repository of their successful spells for future reference. So many include a section in their books dedicated specifically to spells. (If the book were dedicated solely to spells and rites, it is often referred to as a grimoire instead of a BoS, though this is mostly a matter of preference).
Rites: This varies from tradition to tradition, as some partake in full rites whereas others don’t. But a section devoted to rites will likely include rituals for the Wheel of the Year, other holidays and sabbats, esbat (lunar) rites, and even initiation and dedication rites for covens.
Correspondences: If you rely heavily on correspondences, be they for astrology, color, runes, plants, or otherwise, it is often recommended to have a reference or resource where you can look up the proper correspondences for your tradition. As such, many witches who work with such correspondences will have a section dedicated appropriately.
Recipes: Giggle as you may, but kitchen witches often joke about their BoS being a cookbook. And some legitimately have a cookbook as a BoS. Regardless, those who work magic into their cooking may prefer to have some good go-to recipes on hand! Need an example? One of my books is dedicated solely to Foodie Friday recipes, and I do consider it to be a BoS!
Journals: Whether it be a dream journal, or a diary, there are many witches out there who incorporate their journals into their BoS. This has a couple of benefits: the first is that it is an excellent way of tracking growth; the second is that it provides a cross reference, so if you forget something in another section of your BoS, you could have it in your journal. It is also an excellent way of providing a personal narrative regarding your development and relationship to the gods, if that is part of your path.
Notes: Let’s face it, as a new witch (or even an experienced witch), you probably do a lot of note-taking, jotting down new information or spells or philosophies for your craft. The BoS is an excellent repository for these scribbles!
There is plenty more that can be added to a BoS, but these are the most common subjects. Is there a proper order to have in a BoS? Only if you feel you need one. However, for me, I have found that if I were to establish a table of contents in my BoS, it would be rendered null rather quickly as I add and remove subjects. Instead, sticky notes, tabs, bookmarks, or ribbons can be used to separate sections so that you can easily page through your book!
Many new witches might see a lot of those rather gorgeous home-made books out there. Though your book need not be pretty to be functional, it is encouraged to make your book your own. If you’re artistically inclined, bend that toward your book and create a BoS that doubles as a masterpiece! Some will create wood bindings, while others may simply draw and decorate the edges of their pages. It can be as complicated as that, or as simple as adding a ribbon with a crystal on it. The book is yours, so do what you’d like with it!
So Josh, what kinds of BoS do you have?
Well, I have several. The first is my aforementioned digital BoS. Though I don’t use it for spellcasting, it is a backup repository of my notes and articles, as well as a place where I can write out new spells and rites as needed before printing them for coven work (because my handwriting isn’t exactly the easiest for others to read). The second is the aforementioned Foodie Friday Notebook. The notes and recipes that I write down are later shared with all of you, and I keep it all for future reference and for my own work! Third is my coven BoS. This is a hard cover blank journal in which I write down all of the rites and spells that we do together, as well as where I write down any notes that may be pertinent to our practice. Fourth is my personal BoS, which is a faux-leather-bound journal in which I write my finalized aspects to my practice.
It’s likely that I could end up with new books in the future, and my BoS’s will continue to change over time!
How can I make my own BoS?
Use everything we’ve covered above as a guideline in crafting your personal BoS. Remember that if affordability is an issue, you can always start small and later on build up to something you’d prefer. Whether it be a digital file, a spiral bound notebook, or a blank journal, remember that your BoS is your reflection and repository! Treat it with care and as much respect as you would any other tool for the craft!
The Creativity is in the Cookie with Michele Tanenbaum
To see more of Michele’s cookie creations, follow @lucky_bites on Instagram.
It all began with snickerdoodles. Growing up in New Jersey, Michele Tanenbaum’s (@lucky_bites) health-focused mother wouldn’t allow treats in the house, but Michele managed to trick her into letting her bake cookies. “I convinced her it was creative,” she says. “And everybody has cinnamon and sugar. Snickerdoodles were my go-to.” Looking at the kinds of cookies she now dreams up for her Brooklyn, New York-based business Luckybites — named after her dog, Lucky — that early creativity has flourished. Trained as an apparel designer, Michele first got an inkling to turn cookie decorating into a profession when she was holiday shopping. “I was buying gourmet gift baskets to give to clients, and I realized that I could probably make them better myself,” she says. So, she took to coming up with her own recipes for everything from biscotti to Linzer hearts to thumbprints to sugar cookies. “I started to realize that I liked this way of being creative better than the clothing design.” For Valentine’s Day, Michele says she will be sketching just like she did during her fashion days. “But now I’m doing it with icing.”
His heart would swell. He would think it was the cutest thing he had ever seen and the first thing he would do was take his child into the kitchen and start teaching them simple recipes. I think it would mean a lot to Jin to hear words like that come out of his child’s mouth, after all, we do know how much he loves his own parents.
Suga / Yoongi
Yoongi would pat his child on the head and brush it off as nothing, maybe giving his kid a small smile. But after he had but him/her to bed and he was alone with you he would be telling you all about it. He would let you know exactly how much it meant to hear your child say that. Sure he was already a role model, but to be one to his kids was an entirely different feeling.
J-Hope / Hoseok
This boy would get so excited. He would probably jump around excitedly and hug your child as tight as possible. Hoseok would get so worked up about this, I’m sure at one point he would have tears in his eyes. Of course he would be excited because it meant the entire world to him to hear something like that.
Rap Monster / Namjoon
Namjoon would be incredibly happy about this. There would be a point later that day, where you would walk in and you’d see Namjoon sitting with your child, telling them something heartfelt and deep about how much he loved them. It would be such a cute sight and you would probably stand and watch for a while before going over and joining the two.
The moment Jimin heard the words leave your child’s mouth he would probably have the biggest smile on his face. He would say something cheesy like “when I grow up I want to be like you,” and they probably wouldn’t get but you would think it was the sweetest thing ever. Jimin would probably end up spending the rest of his day playing around with your child while you watched.
V / Taehyung
Taehyung loves kids, and he would love his own more than anything else in the world. The moment those words had left your child’s mouth Taehyung would be running and pulling them in for the biggest hug he could manage without crushing them. He would probably get really sappy and have to wipe away tears from his eyes, pulling you in for a hug as well.
(QUICK AUTHOR’S NOTE THIS GIF ACTUALLY PAINS ME TO LOOK AT)
Jungkook would end up being cocky about it. Your child would utter the words and Jungkook would say something like “of course you do”. You’d probably smack him and he would laugh but he would give your child a hug. Later that night after they had been put down for bed Jungkook would talk with you, wondering if he really deserved that title and you would convince him he did.
Hi could I request a batsis story? She is Bruce’s biological child but she didn’t become a vigilante so they tend to ignore her (not on purpose but they’re always busy with a case). She goes away for university and when none of them show up to her graduation she decides to cut ties with them.
After a few years (maybe 3 or 4) she gets married to a wealthy businessman and they had a kid(s) together. The batfam didn’t realize that she cut ties with them because of all their cases they thought that she was still at school, when they realize that they haven’t seen her in a while they try to find her. The end is up to you.
Pairing: Batfam x reader, Ryan(oc)x reader
Summary: You are the forgot Wayne. Forgotten not on my by the public but your own family as well. If you aren’t worth remembering to them then they aren’t worth it to you.
Words Count: 2,750 My longest fic to date!
Notes: So I’ve seen a few fics with a request a lot like this, so if this fic is too much like a fic you have written please tell me and I will take it down. I don’t want to take any credit away from any other amazing author.
The reader in this is a little older than Jason
~REQUESTS ARE OPEN~
“Alfred, when will daddy be home?” 5 year old you asks as the old butler tucks you into your bed.
Alfred’s face falls a bit, but it doesn’t last as he saves face and gives you a reassuring smile.
“You must be mistaken, your father is home mistress (y/n).”
“Then why don’t I see him ever? Why doesn’t he tell me goodnight?” you ask curiously. Back then you were just innocent and naive, you didn’t know why your father was never around, why you weren’t aloud to go into his library, what the big bangs coming from below the house were. You couldn’t explain to your teachers why you never saw your daddy for more than an hour a week if you were lucky or why your butler came to your open houses not your father. You couldn’t explain why the other boy that lived in the house treated you like you had the black plague.
You see Alfred become physically defeated, “I’m sorry mistress, there are some things even this wise old man doesn’t know.”
You are let down by the answer but you didn’t let Alfred see it.
“It’s OK Alife! no one could know everything” you stress in your little childlike way.
“Wow! I didn’t know you could cook.” “This tastes amazing!” “Did you follow a recipe?” “Do you need a taste tester?” “Can I have some of that?” “Wait, wait. You made this for me?” “This is really delicious.” “Can I get some of the leftovers? Please?” “Why haven’t you opened your own restaurant?” “Could I get the recipe?” “You’ve got to tell me how to make this!” “Can I get seconds?” “Yeah! More, please!” “I kinda feel bad for eating it. It’s like art!” “Wait, this needs to go on Instagram!” “Oh man. I couldn’t eat another bite!” “My compliments to the chef~” “This is the best meal I’ve ever had!” “These flavors blend perfectly together!” “Mm, I love savory / sweet / spicy / etc. dishes!” “I wish I could have your cooking every day.” “This is way to sweet / sour / bitter / spicy / etc.!” “Hrm… I think it needs more salt/sugar/spice/etc..” “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you, but I’m allergic to ____.” “No, it’s fine! Just a little burnt on the bottom, that’s all.” “It’s definitely an…interesting texture.” “Oh, I already ate.” “What do you mean? It’s…it’s great! Really!” “I’m sorry, I really can’t eat this…” “It’s inedible, frankly.” “Hey, don’t worry! You’ll do better next time.” “Please follow the recipe next time.” “Yeah, no, baking is not your thing.” “Just stick to using the microwave, okay?” “I mean it’s not the worst thing I’ve had…” “Whoa! This is seriously undercooked!” “If I get salmonella from this or something…”