If there is one thing that can be said, humans are very good at changing their environment. Now regardless of your views on climate change or greenhouse gases, it cannot be denied that humans have left a big and very literally mark on our planet.
We’ve been doing it ever since our primeval ancestors figured out that fire can be used to clear forest, and that the grasslands created by such burning attracts grazing animals and gives us a clear line of sight for our throwing spears and nets. We have been doing it ever since the ancient humans figured out they could damn creeks to make ponds that lured in waterfowl. That if you repeatedly burned a clearing, the berry bushes would keep coming back ever year. That if you created stone walls along the low tide line, you could create sandy terraces that are perfect for clams. We managed our resources, only fishing at certain times, only hunting certain types of animals, or only cutting certain types of trees.
Then we invented agriculture and we wrought even more changes on the planet. We cleared forests to make room for our fields, pastures and cities. We terraced entire hillsides to allow us to grow crops. We drained swamps and cut the landscape with irrigation canals to provide our crops with water. Often we changed the very course of rivers and altered the soil we relied on, sometimes for better and sometimes for worse. Forests disappeared as our cities and emerging states needed timber for construction, ship-building, and fuel to make pottery, smelt metals, cook our food, and keep us warm.
But we didn’t just change the landscape, we also changed the plants we grew so that they suited our needs. We changed the animals we relied on. We turned wolves into dogs, auroch into cows, ibex into goats, jungle fowl into chickens, and wild boars into pigs. We called this process domestication, and soon quickly forgot that we had ever been without these domesticates.
We made artificial hills for our rituals, built mountains out of cut stone to mark the tombs of revered rulers, carved symbols into the landscape. Sliced into mountains to carve roads, mine metal ores, and quarry stone. We made monuments so astounding that people thousands of years later thought they must have been made by the gods, and buildings of the modern age that dwarf them.
We’ve also traveled. We’ve crossed all our oceans, bringing with us the animals and plants of our homelands, and returning home with the animals and plants of other lands. Some is intentional. New crops that offer new advantages. Animals from far away to awe visitors or remind us of home. Some is unintentional. Plant seeds lodged in the tread of our boots. Insect larva in the bilge of our ships. Rats that scurry and stay out of sight, and hitch a ride on our sailing ships and outrigger canoes. Some we regret bringing, intentionally or not, others have settled in and carved their own place in their new home.
And now we look to the stars and wonder if we could do the same to other planets. To bring our life and our world to the stars. To turn a red planet green and blue.
And what if we succeeded? What if a red planet turned green, and flushed with our success, we turned to other balls of rock orbiting distant stars.
And what if we encountered other life. Life that was like us, but also very different. What if they had never seen life like ours before, that spread to the stars turning red, grey, and brown planets blue and green.
What if some are fearful. What if they seen our domesticated animals, our sculpted landscapes, and our diverse nations and fear that we will assimilate and change them and their world like we did to our ancient animal enemies and our distant home planet.
But what is some our awed, and look at us and see a species that can not only adapt itself to new and challenges and environments, but that also changes the challenge and environment itself. Often changing and adapting to the changes they themselves wrought. For better and worse, humanity sailed the stars on the crest of a wave of change that they themselves have been creating since their distant ancestors set fire to the underbrush and realized they could use this.
So like, imagine an AU where Trevelyan, Lavellan, Adaar and Cadash never actually made it to the Conclave. They all got spectacularly waylaid – by each other – on the way there and ended up forming a clump of grumpy, teeth-gritted comradeship to survive the rather hostile road there because idk about you, but a Dalish elf, a Tal-Vashoth Qunari, a Carta dwarf and the 39th son of the 40th cousin twice removed from the royal family of the Free Marches would make the most fantastic, oddball adventuring party ever.
And it’s just like…yeah, I literally dreamed this last night so here, have some potential dialogue lines.
Adaar, very clearly a virgin: Oh yeah, I’ve had sex. I’ve had all the sex. Cadash: Pffft. The only thing you’ve been bangin’ are the pots and pans– Lavellan: Keep your dick away from our cooking utensils or so help me.
Trevelyan: Nobody here appreciates fine dining like I do. Cadash: Yeah well, shit’s an acquired taste, as you would know.
Cadash: Just a quick question. Where did you get your admirable sense of humor from? The spite is just…riveting. Lavellan: It is homegrown on a history of slaughter and slavery from the shem. I’m glad you liked it. Trevelyan: Of course the dwarf would. Lavellan: The dwarf has good tastes.
Adaar: How did your thought process go from ‘oh god what a huge demon on fire’ to ‘I’m going to whack it with my sword and hope that it dies’? Trevelyan: Look, mate. My enemies were on fire once and they died when I whacked them hard enough too. Cadash: It’s too bad he’s a human. He would’ve made the perfect kind of Carta. Lavellan: Yes, the odor is identical to yours. (pause) Adaar: You marked him? Trevelyan: WHAT?! MARK ME WITH WHAT– OH MAKER– Cadash: I rubbed my dwarfy little hands all over him while he slept, yup. Lavellan: Creators, cleanse me from the evils my ears have borne audience to.
Cadash: Is it true Templars would sell an arm and a leg for a mouthful of lyrium? Lavellan: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that’s rude. Trevelyan: It certainly is! And it’s more accurate that they would sell their mothers, anyway. Adaar: Andraste burning on the stakes wasn’t enough to clean you of your sins, I see.
Lavellan: You have no discomfort, traveling alongside a Dalish mage? Trevelyan: Nope. I was born uncomfortable, anyway.
Cadash: Hey, we can lure [the bandits] down this tunnel. Adaar: So all of us except for you can get stuck down there? Cadash: Oh ye of little faith! Trevelyan: Even if the Maker descended right now, haloed in everlasting lights with Andraste by His side and tell me to trust you, I wouldn’t do it.
The Jenkinsverse pointed out something in the Humans Are Weird discussion.
Earth has a wide range of temperatures on its surface, ranging from way-too-friggin-cold to hot-as-balls. We’ve got huge variation in environments, from jungle to mountains to plains to coast to desert to forest to hills.
Maybe most aliens even on a really tame planet, wait until their culture is advanced enough to explore the rest of their planet. However, because early humans were too damn stubborn to wait, we colonised most of the world before we’d even developed bronze. Which meant populations all across the planet in all these different places were shaped by massively different settings.
There’s so many different cultures and languages that developed because Earth is this huge clusterfuck of different biomes and because humans are stubborn little shits.
Imagine aliens being amazed that humans started out in Africa, a place so damn hot early humans were all dark-skinned so they wouldn’t get cooked, which is, let’s face it, a seriously metal bit of evolution.
Then the aliens find that we spread across every other place, and formed our own identities, and drew lines on the world, and kicked the shit out of each other when someone crossed our lines, but at the same time our histories and music and legends, our cooking and art and architecture, our clothing and languages and technology, all started to mix together in so many weird and wonderful ways.
So this is a review for the restaurant I work at. I took care of this exact table. They lied about how long it took their food to come out (25 mins exactly on their ticket, which it should have been approx 18, it did take longer than expected). They lied about it not being busy, we were all running our asses off, the dining room was on a fucking 30 minute wait for LUNCH. I checked their table repeatedly as they were waiting, they never asked for refills because they never had to. When their salads came out I asked them how they looked and the guy picked at it and said “I don’t wanna say anything…” and I asked him to please tell me so I can fix it for them. He said his salmon was undercooked - after I explained to him, when he was ordering, that our salmon is cooked to MEDIUM unless requested otherwise. It came out medium.
THEY didn’t send their salads back, I did after insisting upon it to make them happy. They seemed glad at the time. Not only was I spending more time on them than anyone else in my section, but also my manager came out, explained the salmon to them a second time, and paid for their entire meal when I prompted him to.
These people are fucking insufferable. They got a free meal because THEY didn’t listen, and endless apologies, and their service was in fact fucking excellent. I don’t understand why they felt the need to lie and make us look so bad. Fuck these assholes.
And to boot…the guy said “I don’t wanna say anything.” Like, imagine how scathing this bitch would have been if I hadn’t pried it out of him. You can’t make people like this happy. They WANT to be mad.
So, everyone is exhausted and on the run from a god-killing order of OP men. The team’s druid and sorcerer go to hunt in an attempt to find them some sustenance seeing as they just escaped being held captive under ground for three months and need something that’s actually food to consume.
With some successful tracking rolls, they find a den where something is. They work out that the druid turns into her wild shape to kill it (so she becomes a hyena) and that the sorcerer will drive the animal out by filling the den with water.
Now, theoretically, this was a good plan. Only, the druid’s player assumed the sorcerer’s player intended to push the animal out with the hydraulic push spell. Instead, however, the sorcerer blasted the shit out of the entrance, sending the animal flying back to the far wall of the den and collapsing it into a giant muck hole of muddy water.
DM: Because Aticus (sorcerer) just blasted the shit out of the den, it fills with water and becomes a giant muddy pit.
Druid: (ooc) Why didn’t you just push it out?!
Sorcerer: (ooc) Wait that’s a better idea. Can we do that?
DM: Too late C:
This leads to our driud staring angrily @ at the sorcerer in her hyena form.
Sorcerer: …. Well, it’s gonna die…. Shut the fuck up and start digging. >[
Hyena-druid shoves her legs in the pit and, head shoved against the ground, paps around inside the muddy water-filled den until she finds the struggling creature and drags out a mud-soaked lynx and pointedly shakes it out @ the sorcerer like a little shit. Later on, they realized after she gutted it brutally with a crude spear, that they couldn’t make a fire or the people they were running from would see the smoke.
The sorcerer used the ‘burning gaze’ spell to literally stare at the lynx carcass until it cooked. Our DM puts up with so much shit.
(English Subs + Text) Soraru and Mafumafu’s new Cooking Videos
”I tried making Sticky Ramen for my friend” I’ve subbed Soraru’s latest video on his official channel where he tries to cook a meal for Mafumafu! :O If the English subs don’t pop up immediately, click the gear icon and enable them~
Below the “read more” is the full transcript for Mafumafu’s video! Watch Mafumafu’s video here. I can’t subtitle it because his channel doesn’t have community contributions enabled, sorry! ;_; But feel free to share the link to this post if you see people wanting to know what’s happening in the video! This goes line by line and might be a bit hard to understand without the video side by side, so feel free to ask if you have any questions~ I hope you enjoy both videos! :) (Please do not use these translations to upload a subbed version of either video to Youtube or anywhere else)
🐶- Our muses decide to adopt a pet.
🌠- Our muses go stargazing.
🌧- It’s a rainy day, so our muses decide to stay home and cuddle.
🍱- Our muses go on a dinner date-together.
🍧- Our muses share some ice-cream/a sweat.
☺️- While in bed, one of our muses suddenly pull the other closer to hug them.
🤕- One of our muses doesn’t feel too well and the other takes care of them.
🎬- Our muses decide to see a movie together.
🍝- Our muses try to cook together/one tries to cook for the other.
🎊- One of our muses has a surprise for the other…
@sterekseason requested Stiles/Derek:
we were both lovers over a
decade ago and now we meet again to battle it out on this cooking program. our
rivalry is strong and just because the camera operator caught us making out in
the pantry doesn’t mean i won’t defeat you with the power of truffle oil AU
For winning first prize in my Birthday Giveaway, Hannah gets two fics. This is the first one based on the prompt above. I hope you enjoy it! Fic #34 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge
When Stiles was twenty-two, he had his heart broken when Derek chose his career over their relationship. A little over ten years later, they meet again on the set of a reality TV cooking competition. Derek wants a second chance, but Stiles isn’t really in a forgiving mood.
“Glad you could make it, Stiles.” Cora nods at him, offering a
friendly half-smile that’s the equivalent of a wide, toothy grin from anyone
else. It’s a little surprising, and also a little suspicious because Cora
usually isn’t smiley.
“I almost didn’t come,” Stiles admits. “Lydia forced me into the car
and drove me here before I could, how did she put it, wimp out like a whiny
dork.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “For the record, I wasn’t wimping out. I was just
having second thoughts because of reasons.”
Well we camped, we hiked, we swam, we read, we napped in hammocks, we roasted marshmellows and sausages and made camp chili and cooked croissants on sticks and breakfast tacos. And now we are heading home.
Also, we did a poor job critter proofing our camp on the last night. Lol. Some lucky racoon stole a whole canister of spice mixes out of our cooking bin. All that was left was the lid and a small trail of cayenne leading into the underbrush.
Do you have cooking tips for a college student who's about to start living in an apartment and has zero cooking skills?
Oh man, I could write a book.
I think there are a few important general words of advice I would give, since otherwise I actually will write a book. This got long, so I’m putting it under a readmore. Readers, feel free to add your own advice, but remember a) please don’t overwhelm our poor student and b) do it as a comment or a reblog, since I don’t post asks written in response to other asks.
Well lads, it’s been a while since I last wrote a Random Venezuelan Rant™, so lets correct that, shall we?
Alright, a bit of a background, the city of Maracaibo, my home, has had, at least for the last 30 years or so, a massive water distribution problem, which is blamed more or less on an old, outdated and badly maintained water distribution infrastructure, limited capacity for water treatment, and unreliable sources of water, so by my estimates, at least half of the city doesn’t have access to constant running water, instead relying on water tankers to fill up rooftop and underground tanks.
Now, I say constant, because at random intervals, from days to weeks, water does arrive, and most people use those precious few hours of running water to fill their tanks, as said water tankers can be very expensive, specially during the drought season.
My neighborhood is not exception to this, in fact, it’s infamous for how long water takes to get here, the longest time being 4 months, so my house came equipped with an underground tank with a capacity of some 15,000 liters or 4,000 US gallons, alongside a water pump and “lung” to keep the pressure steady within the house.
Our water tank and auxiliary water “pipe”, which is basically a second connection to the main pipe we made ourselves in desperation during the 4-moth drought, it looks like shit I know, but hey, it works!
Our water pump and pressure system, please ignore the leaky valve.
And the thing is, the infrastructure is so damaged, we know water is arriving because the streets get flooded, as many pipes are broken and no one ever bothers to fix them, but to be fair most damage comes from the people themselves, doing what we did just to get a bit more water from the mains.
The funny thing is, water has been arriving with increasing regularity lately, which should be a great thing! But since this is Venezuela, the weirdness doesn’t never stops, as those leaky pipes have been keeping varios streets constantly flooded, leading to deteriorated asphalt, many houses with water damaged, and extreme proliferation of flies and mosquitoes, which has always been a problem as bug spray has been very scarce for the last 4 years, so rather that being a blessing, it’s becoming a nuisance, quite the ironic predicament.
There’s a big-ass pothole hidden under the water in the last pic, I blew a tire on it three weeks ago.
Now, as you may have noticed, this all looks unsanitary as fuck, and well, it’s because it is! All this water is used for household cleaning, personal hygiene and cooking, but drinking it raw is a big no-no, forcing people to rely on watercoolers/bottled water for that, many also using that water for cooking as well, as even boiling it is not recommended.
We cook with ours because fuck it, we’re used to it (and the diarrhea went away after the first month anyway).
It also used to give us, specially mom and me, skin rashes, but those went away with time as well, although I’ve heard that many prefer to bath their babies and toddlers with bottled water, as skin infections are very common among them because of it.
So yeah, water is a big problem here, it has been for the longest time, and will be for God knows how long, but people get used to it, hell, I did, although every time I go back to Colombia, the first thing I do is drink water directly from the faucet, a commodity I sometimes miss, specially every time I have to drag around one of those big-ass water bottles to the kitchen.
As far as I’m aware, this problem has become widespread in recent years, as overall there has been a massive deterioration of the Venezuelan infrastructure, but Maracaibo still is the worst example of this, the ridiculousness of this whole situation greatly increasing as for once, water is finally flowing.
This country is fucking ridiculous at times, but hey, it’s home!
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He was cooking when you entered the kitchen. After a quick kiss you sat down and watched how beautiful he looks when he’s doing something he loves. A few moments later after you asked for whom this meal is he just smiled a little. You didn’t asked further and walked to bathroom. But when you, freshly showered, came back, the table was decorated with candles and roses and the meal smelt very delicious. He put his arm around you and whispered that this is only a thanks to you for being in his life. From this moment on you told him in all languages you could how happy you are to have a men like him on your side. But he couldn’t understood anything you said. The only thing he could concluded is that you really love him and so he only stopped you by kissing you.
You woken up after a bad dream this night. You breathed in and out quickly and you were sweating a lot. A few moments later you realized why you couldn’t sleep anymore: Suga wasn’t laying next to you. You were wondering about this fact a lot but then you heard the sweet and sad melody of the piano. You stood up and walked through the hallway with naked feet. When you arrived the living room you stopped walking and stood still in the door frame. For the next minutes you weren’t able to do something different than standing there and watch him playing the piano. But then a tear runs down his cheek. When he realized that he wasn’t alone longer he brush that tear quickly away. You sat down next to him and ask whats wrong while putting your arms around him. His answer were just a smiled he said that this were only tears of joy because he saw you. In the next minutes you told him how much you love him and that you would spent the rest of your life together with him. But the problem was that you said nothing of this in Korean. But Suga could understood you without words and only smiled. A sign wich said more than words would ever say.
When you leaved your work place and sighted Namjoon a little smile runs your face. He spread his arms to greet you. You asked him what he was doing there because normally he had to work at this time. He only smiles mysterious. You had to beg that he finally lifted the secret. He had booked a fly to a little island where a beautiful beach house were waiting for you two for the next two weeks. You were so surprised that you jumped back and forth the whole time. You have not realize that you were spoken a lot of nonsense in a mix of your native language and English. Namjoon were just able to understood the half of that what you tried to told him but he only smiles amused and said with his deep voice in English how cute it is when you couldn’t control what you say.
After a hard week, which didn’t allowed that you two could see each other he entered your bedroom with his typical big smile. You had no choice but smiling back at him. Just a moment later he told you the good news: He had token off the complete weekend just to spend time with you. This was the end of your calm cover. You were so excited that you couldn’t control what you were saying. After you had stopped your flow of speech he just looked at you confused. But suddenly a loud laugh filled the room an both of you couldn't´t stop for the next ten minutes. He loves you even without understanding you.
Jimin invited you for a coffee on a sunny afternoon. You both were just sitting there and talking about how your days were and so on. Today was your birthday but he couldn’t know because you don´t like talk about such things. After a while you asked him if it is a special day because he grin all the time. He denied your question. An hour later you both arrived at your home but you weren’t able to disrobe your jacket. In the hallway floated a lot balloons in your favorite colour. You turned around and look at Jimin. He wished you a happy birthday and gave you an envelope and told you to look in it. You done what he said and saw that the envelope contains two tickets to your home country and in his handwriting was written: “For visiting your family.” You completely freaked out and jumped in his arms. Then you tried to explain him in your native language what this all means to you. He ignored that he couldn't´t understood anything and leaded you in kitchen to eat some birthday cake.
You both were in the cinema. The movie wasn’t the best you ever saw but he was ok. The main point was that you were able to spent time with Taehyung. The only thing you would do after this was to went home and have a warm bath together with him. But in the moment you two leaved the cinema he took your hand and leaded you along the road. He hasn’t responded you questions which were about where he would go. But after walking a few meters you two were standing in front of one of the best restaurants of the city. He would enter but you stopped. He told you that this is a surprise for you because you’re always there when he needs you. When you realized what he has said you completely freaked out and thanked him for everything he has ever done for you but not in Korean. When you noticed that he couldn’t understand your speech you would start to apologize. But he covered your mouth and said that he exactly known what you said.
You were just laying in bed together and talking about how you met at the first time. This were beautiful memories and so you both were smiling the whole time. Suddenly he stood up and fished something from his desk. At the first look you couldn’t say what is was but then transpired that it was a big book. After you asked what this is he smiled and started to explain that this is a special gift for you. He explained you why he would give you such a present and how he hit on that idea. After that he told you that this is an photo album which contains pictures of you two. While you both look side for side you frequently freaked out and told him in englisch and sometimes also in your native language what you think about the different pictures. Of course he couldn’t understood anything of that what you said but he doesn’t care. He was only happy to saw that you were happy.
… So you deny that 90% of the Earth's population exists? Am I wrong?
i used to run a bar, back in the day. right about twelve years ago now. maybe that’s not what most folks would consider back in the day, but i aged fast. you would too, in my position.
it was a great place down in the south, decent sized joint with a close knit staff. always bustling with business. saw quite a few commotions in that tavern. more often than not, that’s where the town’s rumour mill would catch wind. despite being a northerner myself, the cowboys seemed to like me well enough. i made a handful of friends. god, i loved our cook. great woman, jess.
now, i closed the bar at the peak of its popularity. everyone had their own idea why, some of those ideas being the right one, but— anyway. i left. i got the hell out of dodge. closed the bar as quickly as i could, packed my shit and left as soon as the sun started rising, gossip and friendships be damned.
i just didn’t have any other choice.
i’m always waiting for sunrise these days. i never used to be a night owl, really, i was one of those “early to bed, early to rise” types. sure, sometimes my work kept me up, but i had some semblance of a sleep schedule goin’ for me. i was a productive member of society, for whatever that’s worth now. i suspect it’s nothin’.
i don’t take to the night too well. i find myself waiting in that darkness, sometimes clutching a knife close to my chest. anything i think could hurt someone. something. i don’t look out the window. i don’t do anything but look straight ahead until the first pieces of morning overtake the room, wash it in that grey-blue haze. i always feel like i’m waiting for the other shoe to fall. for the ax to finally land on my neck.
i moved back to good ol’ new england afterward, straight into the depths of the woods. i’ve really never been a paranoid person, but i can’t feel safe in a crowd anymore. can’t stand towns, really can’t stand cities. who knows what lurks in the hearts of men?
i do. that’s why i stay the fuck away.
it’s about 6:37am on a tuesday morning, and there are two knocks on the door. soft, in quick succession. an even softer falls against the wood, like it might be a mistake. like someone’s hand was shaking. i hadn’t heard a car, hadn’t seen one in days, even–
i open the door slowly. revel in the creak, how unwelcoming it sounds. my nearest neighbour is a good drive down the mountain, moved here to take care of her grandmother and didn’t relocate when she passed. nice woman with a faint boston accent, emotive dark eyes.
she’s standing on my doorstep, and her hand lashes out to grip the door frame. i don’t see a car. “hi,” she says, and there’s some edge in her voice i can’t identify. some cut to it. “hi,” she repeats. her eyes are wild.
“can i help you?” i ask, carefully measured with what i hope is the right amount of nothing, but she’s already pushing past me, stumbling into my kitchen.
she’s suddenly digging through my drawers, tearing the whole place apart. i notice she’s barefoot as she turns to me and hisses, “phone.”
“where is your phone?” and her mouth is opened like she’s about to say something else, but nothing comes. a choked syllable seems to trail off to its untimely death. she only looks at me. she only looks past me.
a chill passes over the room and when i turn to shut the door, to tell her to get the hell out, i see it. he’s standing stock-still in the yard, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. the tall figure he cuts is still the same offsetting sharpness i remember from twelve years ago. his eyes gleam like disaster, like doom, like the ax about to fall.
i’m not afraid of him, i find. i’d like to make my morning coffee now. i’d like to have breakfast. i’d like him to leave.
“straightpeoplereceipts,” he practically sings, self satisfied and unbearable. “you deny that ninety-percent of the world’s population exists?”
i take a glance at the woman in the kitchen behind me. something seems to click then, and i don’t look back. i shut the door.
i did a thing today, so i thought i’d share!! (spoiler: the thing was i dehydrated some lilacs from our bush for cooking!!)
1) pick some lilacs (lavender, sunflowers, clover, dandelion, rose, chamomile, etc etc are also edible!!)
2) rise, and let dry. i didn’t let mine dry completely bc i’m an impatient lil bee, but you can pay them dry as well
3) pluck all the flowers off aka keep an eye out for green!! you just want the yummy lil purple in there**
4a) i own a dehydrator thanks to my lovely parents, so i followed its directions for drying herbs - laid on trays, closed, checked back in 20+ minutes until done
4b) if you don’t on a dehydrator, you can still do this!! the methods i’ve seen involve setting your oven to its lowest temperature, then baking for an hour+. takes a bit longer, and i recommend doing research before jumping in as i’ve never done myself, but it works! c:
5) remove newly dried flowers and place them in an air tight container, that isn’t wet. i washed my jar the day before and let it air dry completely before storing!!
6) store in a cool, dry place
** when doing this, i recommend popping a squat with a bowl. it takes a while to do this, so save your back!! plus, having a bowl right in front you helps with sorting etc
recipes: personally, i’ll be making a vanilla cake w lilac frosting. you can also use in teas, oatmeal, cookies, yogurts, etc and look up specific recipes!! lilac is said to have a lemony taste, and that’s the idea i got from it when trying it as well!!
my personal correspondence with lilac is home and happiness, contentedness. the overall correspondence is love and beauty, exorcism, protection.
happy cooking, and blessed be 🍃
update: double check flowers to make sure they haven’t been treated with pesticides or anything harmful. i use the bush we’ve grown ourselves to be sure i’m avoiding this, if not ask your florist or buy organic!!