peanut dip

some tips from your local depressed college student
  • cheap paper towels + hydrogen peroxide = acne treatment (just be careful not to bleach your eyebrows unless you’re into that idk)
  • use the acne face soap on your chest, upper back, and shoulders instead, since it doesn’t do shit for your face (or at least not mine)
  • no one is stopping you from bushing your teeth in the shower except yourself (just eliminating that extra step of going to the sink makes it so much easier for me)
  • did you know you’re actually supposed to put on stick deodorant at night??? It has time to absorb while u sleep or stare at the ceiling in dispair whichever works best for u
  • carrots and/or apples dipped in peanut butter = dinner (or just plain peanut butter but it helps to get a lil something extra if you can manage it)
  • if you give yourself an allowance of skip days (i’m talking like 3 or 4 max) then it can be easier to go to class if you remind yourself “i only have 2 skip days left, I’m gonna save them until I REALLY need them” (think of skip days like non-essential items in a video game - you could use them now, but what if you really need them during the final boss battle later on??)
  • the velveeta microwave dinners aren’t great but they’re cheap and better than some other options out there. the mac n cheese w/ meat ones can smell a bit like dog food but they still taste pretty good
  • if you like peppermint hot chocolate - save the after dinner mints you get at places like Chik Fil A and italian restaurants and such and then drop a couple in your mug before you put it in the microwave. boom. 
  • if you’ve got a sore throat, just take a spoonful of honey (or squirt it directly from the bottle to your mouth if you’re a heathen like me) and go find a hot drink
  • for essays - highlight/number/circle/whatever you want to do to make ‘em stand out the quotes you want to use in your paper, then go take a shower or get something to eat or just watch like a 15-20 minute video on YouTube and then come back to your paper, pop those fuckin’ quotes in the right order, and write in the smart bullshit around them
  • okay actually the one thing that I will spend a little extra money on is cough drops bc i get a sore throat all the damn time and the only kind i will buy anymore is Halls Breezers they taste like candy instead of koala shit my personal favorite is cool berry but the orange creme ones are good too honestly these cough drops have saved my life at least six times now
  • coffee is gr9 but don’t forget to have some water every day too dehydration is NOT FUN (speaking from very painful personal experience)
Cravings (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader and jughead are dating and she’s pregnant and has weird pregnancy cravings like dipping her fries in ice cream (LOL i do this a lot) and Jughead teases her for it but still goes out of his way to get it for her? LOL just cute fluffy stuff. Thank you!! I really liked your other imagines too, especially ‘Clingy’! Too cute!! <3

 A/N: So I’ve aged all the characters for this one! So everyone’s about 18-19 years old. I enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it. Requests are Welcome!

Warning: Mention of Underage Drinking, high school pregnancy? 

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Cravings (Jughead x Reader) 

Senior year. It was supposed to be a chilled year and it was. 

Until you found out you were pregnant. 

You were terrified but told your boyfriend of 2 years, who just held you tightly. 

-

You were already living together as your parents had moved due to a new job and Jughead had been staying with you prior. 

They had let you two find a small apartment within Riverdale to finish school and you called that home. 

 When he found out, he was shocked at first. 

You two weren’t very sexual creatures and had sex only a few times but always made sure to take precautions. 

But Ronnie and Cheryl had thrown a huge party, both forcing you two to go. 

You both had a couple drinks and one thing led to another. Neither of you had thought strange of it and shrugged it off, not realizing you hadn’t used a condom. 

Until you started getting sick all the time. 

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anonymous asked:

I think there's two major influences to the societal shaming of picky eaters.One of them is how people get their pride so bound up in having PROVIDED, turning your nose up at what they serve is DISRESPECT. Then there's families like mine, with many different food allergies. You don't have like it, but you must try it before you give an opinion. Our diets would be severely unhealthy if we weren't willing to find new foods as old favourites are stricken from the list.

Just adding, I think we’re doing something right with the girls and their diets. Strange, but right. The oldest likes to munch on green onions dipped in peanut butter and the youngest wants to capture a lot of snails from our garden to prepare as escargot. Next rainy day she gets to try and capture enough to be worth preparing as a meal. Yes, both girls have food they turn their noses up at, but they’re not stuck in a rut.

IDK, can you just up and eat snails from the garden? I suppose that’s how people have always done it but I’d be a bit, possibly irrationally, concerned about disease.  

While families do shame their own picky eaters, I’ve found it much more common in peer groups while eating out. Most of the attention I got over my dislike of foods came in college at the dining hall. I think it’s most often about people being really uncomfortable with the idea that our senses experience the world differently, combined with the general trend of our culture to attack anything seen as sitting outside an ill-defined “normal”. People get really insecure and upset over the idea that “I don’t want to eat what you’re eating because I think it doesn’t taste good.” 

The “you have to try it before giving an opinion” technique is a good one, but it also requires a fair amount of scaffolding (I say this more to the general public than to you, since it sounds like you’ve got that structure in place). Once they do try it, if they don’t like it they need to know that there will be an alternative offered so they don’t “eat or go hungry”. They also need to know that they won’t be berated or doubted when they express an opinion; if someone browbeats you into withdrawing an opinion on the food, you very soon stop giving an opinion, or stop trying it altogether, because you know you’ll be forced to eat-or-starve no matter what. And at restaurants I think this rule needs to be suspended because if you try a dish and don’t like it, there’s a necessary guilt and shame involved in asking for an entire new meal, especially since it won’t be brought out until others have already eaten a significant portion of theirs. 

And once you’re an adult, “try it first” stops being legit. Adults have a right to choose what they eat and refuse to eat something for any reason at any time, full stop, because we are considered responsible for our own decisions, which also means we get to make them ourselves. 

I CAN’T BELIEVE IM READING SUCH BLATANT SEXISM WITH MY OWN TWO EYES (wait, yes i can, it’s the sun)

did they really……did they really,,,,,,,reALLY CALL TESS WARD “””NAKED CHEF GIRL””” AND “”””HARRY’S NAKED NEW GIRL””” PLEASE TELL ME THEY DID NOT DO THAT WHETHER HE’S DATING HER OR NOT did they hones…tl y do that they really called a successful female entrepreneur/author/chef “NAKED CHEF GIRL” all because she has a book called “The Naked Diet” WHICH HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING NAKED AND EVERYTHING TO DO WITH CLEAN EATING AND COOKING “NAKED” FOODS

‘Diet’ comes from the Greek word dietta meaning way of life. The Naked Diet is all about changing your way of eating for the better, making you feel cleaner and purer. It takes a stripped back approach to the food that you eat, that will give you more energy, help you lose weight and cleanse your body.

Broken down into Pure, Raw, Stripped, Bare, Undressed, Clean and Detox chapters, it is a transformative, new approach to clean-living with smart and contemporary recipes, such as Beetroot quinoa granola, Raw spring rolls with peanut dipping sauce, Super green cauliflower couscous and Soba noodles with mango and sesame.

WOW YA’LL I REALLY GOTTA GO BECAUSE IM SO ANGRY ON HER BEHALF LITERALLY DAN WOOTTON AND THE SUN CAN FUCK DIRECTLY OFF

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My bestie called me earlier and asked me to go out to Nong La’ Cafe, a Vietnamese spot where we practically destroy their egg rolls lmao. A few of our high school friends are in town from Florida so I’m very excited! (*^v^*) Since I’ve been just working nonstop, studies included, I guess I can give up the books for some delicious foods, teehee. Goi Cuon dipped in peanut sauce is my absolute fave! My stomach is dancing from the thoughts of it lolz. (*´艸`*)

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todays edition: nut butter or chocolate banana pops!

ingredients:

  • 6 craft sticks (flat wooden sticks with round ends)
  • 3 ripe medium bananas, peeled and cut in half
  • 6 tablespoons creamy peanut butter or 6 tablespoons melted chocolate
  • 2 tablespoons chopped nuts, candy, granola, or any other topping (optional)

process:

  1. put your banana halves on the craft sticks so there are 6 pops
  2. put the peanut butter on, or dip in the chocolate, then sprinkle on your optional topping!
  3. if ypu want to, freeze for an hour or so, and enjoy!

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Quietly daydreaming about starting your own company? Before you get too excited, though, you should know what you are up against: About half of small businesses do not make it to their fourth year.

We looked at businesses that soared and failed, and listened to serial entrepreneurs about what they wish they had known when they were starting up. Here are their secrets.

If you are a sole proprietor, find B2B partners — don’t reinvent the wheel. 

You may be offering your one-of-a-kind rum-dipped peanut-doodle cookies to market, but that doesn’t mean you need to build your own store and construct your own vending machines to sell them. Better to rely on existing infrastructure and expertise.

Be prepared: It will take longer to launch than you think — and there are no days off.

Contrary to what Tim Ferris is selling, there is no four-hour workweek for budding entrepreneurs.

“No one ever told me that I would be trading my 50-hour workweek for a 100-plus hour workweek when I first started my company,” Roger Bryan, of Enfusen Digital Marketing, told the Muse. “The one piece of advice I would give new entrepreneurs is to plan on investing all of your time and then some if you plan on being successful.”

Protecting yourself from liability — and getting insurance — can’t be an afterthought.

If you are selling food and someone gets sick; if you are giving advice and someone loses money; if you are selling a product and it is defective and hurts someone — you are liable.

Setting up a limited liability corporation separates you (and your personal money and assets) from your company’s money. Someone cannot come after your personal assets when trying to sue the business. 

Competition is good and advisers are a must.

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Imagine food fights with Chris.

With the sun relentlessly beaming down on your face, you were quickly aroused from your sleep. You were expecting a bad hangover after the night you had, but you woke with only a minor headache and slight fatigue; it was thanks to Chris, he had forced an Advil down your throat before putting you to bed.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, turning to reach for Chris only to find his side of the bed empty. You propped yourself on your elbows, attempting to peer into the ensuite from where you were. The door was wide open and you couldn’t hear any sounds, which could only mean that Chris was downstairs having breakfast or watching TV, or he and Dodger had gone for their morning run.

God, how he could go for a run or do anything physical after last night was beyond you.

It wasn’t until you reached for his pillow that you noticed the note sitting on top of it. You pinched it off the pillow and laid on your back, holding it in front of your face. Your vision was fuzzy because you had only just woken up, and because you weren’t wearing your glasses, but you could make out what he’d scrawled across the paper.

Good morning, my sweet,

Dodger and I went out to get some fresh fruit for breakfast, we’ll be back soon. The coffee’s on the pot so if you’d like to get out of bed to have some while you wait for us to return, you’re more than welcome to. I doubt you’ll even be awake before we get back but- better safe than sorry.

Your ever-loving husband,
Chris.

You smiled and stretched before getting out of bed, taking your glasses with you as you headed to the bathroom to clean up. You caught yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, noticing that you were still wearing Chris’ white dress shirt from the night before; both of you had spent it at the Oscars and its after party, which was where you and possibly Chris- you couldn’t remember- got ridiculously drunk. You pressed your nose into your shoulder and smiled because the shirt still smelt like he did; of bergamot, vanilla, and sandalwood.

You made your way downstairs and headed for the kitchen. You could smell the coffee even before you turned the corner. On the table was your favorite mug; Chris had gotten it for you for Christmas, it was white with blue snowflakes. You spotted another note with his handwriting, you picked it up and giggled when you read it.

Here I was thinking you were just going to stay fast asleep until Dodger and I got home. :P The cream and sugar are where they always are. I know it’s not Starbucks quality but I hope you enjoy your coffee anyway. If you need another Advil, take it.

You heard noises coming from the front door, then Chris’ voice and Dodger’s scuttling feet across the hardwood floor. You smiled and leaned against the marble counter, sipping your coffee as you waited for them to come through the archway.

“Well well well,” Chris smiled at you. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He kissed you on the cheek then moved to unpack the groceries. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be awake, I sent Dodger upstairs to go get you.”

“I could tell from the notes you left me,” you chuckled and drew one from him as well. “I’m surprised you’re awake, to be honest. You drank a lot more than I did.” You reminded him, putting your cup down with a thunk.

“You forget I’m a Bostonian,” he chuckled. “We don’t get drunk and we don’t have hangovers. It’s in our genes,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You’re lucky I made you take that Advil last night, otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulder blade. “What did you get?” You poked your head around him to peer at the bags that were filled with fresh fruit. “What are you going to make?”

“Pancakes,” he told you and you felt your smile widen. “These are just toppings. I even got…” He dragged out in a sing song voice, searching the bag for whatever he got. “Marshmallows!” He exclaimed excitedly, holding the bag of mini marshmallows in front of you.

“You’re such a kid,” you giggled.

“Gotta match my wife’s personality,” he teased then kissed the tip of your nose. “Shall we start?” He asked and you nodded. “Grab the mixing bowl and whisk, will you?” You nodded, doing as he asked. “Oh- and the milk and eggs from the fridge.” He instructed then padded over to the pantry to get the dry ingredients.

“Here you go,” you placed the needed items in front of him.

“Okay,” he clapped his hands together. “Let’s get pancaking. Hey-” he pointed at you and you raised an eyebrow. “No food fights,” he warned in a playful tone that meant the complete opposite of what he just said.

“Of course,” you nodded, biting back your smile.

Dodger joined the two of you in the kitchen just as you started mixing the batter. You had the job of pouring the ingredients in the bowl while Chris did the whisking of the mixture. You chatted about little things, laughing at events that had occurred the night before. You didn’t remember playing beer pong with Sebastian and Margarita until Chris reminded you; you and Chris were an unbeatable duo and Seb and Margo were absolutely smashed by the end of the game. You laughed, imagining how they must be feeling this morning.

“Hold it,” Chris stopped you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion. “You have something on your-” he dipped his pinky finger into the batter and poked it on the tip of your nose. “Nose,” he finished, biting back his smile.

“Wow,” you scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Thank you, I didn’t notice it until just then. You know what though,” you dipped your hand into the bag of flour and grabbed a fistful of the white powder. “You have something-” you tossed it at him and he closed his eyes. “Oh, all over you face.” You said and pressed your lips together, laughing softly through your nose.

“Seriously?” His smile grew wider. “You wanna go big?” His hand dipped into the bag of flour and he tossed a handful in your face before you could dodge out of the way. “You have something all over your face as well.”

Dodger barked and drew both your and Chris’ attention onto him; the poor puppy was covered in flour too. You looked back at Chris and shook your head at him, “see what you did. Now he’s going to run all over the house and leave a trail of flour behind him.”

“Me?” He laughed. “You started the flour tossing, thank you very much. Look over there, look at all the flour behind you.” He pointed behind you and you turned. “Honestly, Y/N. It’s Sunday, I don’t want to spend the day cleaning the house.”

“There’s nothing-” You were met with another fistful of flour when you turned back to him. “Oh my God!” You laughed and he did the same, grabbing his left boob. “You’re such an asshole!” You slapped his arm.

“You look like a ghost,” he laughed louder.

“Well then you better match your wife,” you grabbed a fistful and tossed it at him. He dodged it with ease and snatched the bag away before you could grab another fistful. “Running scared, are we?” You challenged with a smug smile.

“Hey,” he held up the bag with one hand, “I’ve got the ammunition.”

“You’ve got no balls,” you placed your hands on your hips. “That’s why you’re cheating.”

He scoffed and shook his head. You watched as he slowly put the bag of flour down, the smirk on his face only meant trouble for you. You tried to make a run for it before he pounced, but you were too slow for the Super Soldier. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front, nuzzling his flour covered face into your neck. You shrieked with laughing, hunching in his grip.

“Stop!” You laughed.

“Let’s call a truce so we can have breakfast.”

“Okay okay!” You cried out, choking on your laughter. “Truce!”

The two of you focused on cooking the pancakes without anymore flour tosses, and it took about ten minutes but you finally had a plateful of deliciously fluffy pancakes. You sat on the cold marble bench top, swinging your legs back and forth as Chris cut up a pancake doused in maple syrup.

“You are absolutely filthy,” he chuckled as he fed you. “How is it?” He asked, before taking a bite himself.

“Fantastic,” you smiled then dipped your finger in the bowl of maple syrup. “Cut me another piece please.” You asked and he did; when he looked up from the plate, you touched the tip of his nose with the sticky syrup. “Who’s filthy now?” You asked with a smug smile.

“I don’t know…” He dipped his hand into the maple syrup and wiped it onto your cheek. “You?”

“Chris!” You laughed. “You’re going to pay for this.” You jumped off the bench and took a handful of icing sugar and threw it at his face. Your jaw dropped when you saw him dipped his hand into the Nutella jar, smirking. “Don’t you dare,” you told him and slowly backed away.

You tried to make a run for it but he caught your waist with one arm and smeared the Nutella on your face and into your hair. You screamed and laughed and squirmed in his arms. He laughed and held onto you tightly as he dragged you back to the table to add a touch of icing sugar on you.

“You’re looking absolutely delicious,” he chuckled and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m going to have a lot of trouble trying to get all this mucky stuff out of my hair,” you pouted.

“I will be more than happy to help,” he whispered into your ear with a cheeky, flirtatious tone.

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling. You walked him back until he was half sat on the bench, you could tell from the smirk on his face that he was expecting something other than what you had planned. You leaned in inches away from his lips, it was a distraction so you could reach for the open jar of peanut butter and dip your hand into it. Just as he was about to kiss you, you scooped out a big dollop of peanut butter and smeared it into his hair. He made a face and groaned, pretending to be annoyed with you.

“I think you’re going to be way to busy with your own hair,” you giggled, biting your lower lip.

“Alright, alright.” He chuckled. “Let’s call it a truce and eat ‘cause as fun as this is, I’m starving.”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

You and Chris continued eating breakfast with maple syrup, peanut butter, Nutella, flour, and icing sugar, on your clothes, in your hair and all over your faces. As a materialistic actress, you would usually mind being covered in anything other than Chanel but it was different with Chris, you could be covered in mud and be comfortably okay.

“I’m going to go have a shower,” you said and hopped off the island bench top. He nodded and followed behind you as you headed for the stairs. You chuckled and turned around, stopping him with my hand. “Alone, Captain.”

“Aw…” he pouted.

“But you can go have a shower with the kitchen,” you chuckled. “It is dirtier than I am and I’m sure it’ll appreciate the help in cleaning it up. So…Chop chop,” you clapped your hands in his face and he chuckled.

“Are you really going to make me clean up alone?”

“Well…You did start the food fight,” I winced. “It’s only fair that the one who started it, ends it.”

“I don’t want to clean up by myself…” He whined and you pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes; his weakness. “Fine, I’ll clean up.” He grumbled and you smiled. “You go have your shower. Time limit of half an hour, please. I too would like to get all this muck off me.”

“Thank you, baby,” you smiled and pecked him on the lips before skipping out of the kitchen.