peel fruit


Edible, invisible “peel” helps produce stay fresh for up to five times longer than normal

  • Nothing stinks (literally) like rotten produce. Roughly half of the produce in the U.S. gets tossed out and wasted.
  • One inventive company hopes to put a dent in that statistic by coating produce with a protective and edible “peel” made from food scraps.  
  • Apeel Sciences, a California start-up that’s backed by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, has developed two types of edible protective barriers that could revolutionize the produce aisle.
  • One “peel” called Invisipeel is applied while crops are in a field while another “peel” called Edipeel is applied after farmers harvest crops.
  • The power of Edipeel lies in the “micro-thin” barrier that rests on top of the peel of produce like avocado, James Rogers, founder and CEO of Apeel, said in an email.
  • “This barrier protects it from abiotic stressors that cause fruits and vegetables to spoil, like water loss and oxidation, as well as biotic factors, like bacteria.” Read more (4/19/17)

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we make love with white wine lips and sunburnt shoulders, the window open to feel the wind from the sea. we peel fruit in our underwear, melon juice drips on the white sheets. argan oil, his morning espresso, my wet hair hangs on my back.


etsyfindoftheday 5 | FRIDAY FRENZY | 4.7.17

confections by zamartisanchocolates

i’m closing out my friday finds with a trio of treats by zamartisanchocolates, a home-to-me SF-based etsy shop that i can’t wait to try for myself. aren’t the truffles gorgeous?! the chocolate orange peel looks decadent, and the nutty, fruity ‘mendiant’ discs are beautiful AND tasty-looking. amazing. have a SWEET weekend, everyone!!

Imagine Sam and Dean finding your daughter trying to make breakfast

Dean stopped short as he walked towards the kitchen, stopping himself from laughing so as not to alert his niece to his presence.

Sam frowned as he saw his brother, standing in the kitchen doorway, a stupid smile on his face.


Dean turned to him, holding a finger to his lips.

Sam walked closer, grinning when he noticed what Dean was looking at.

Katie was standing on a stool at the kitchen counter, trying to peel a banana.

In front of her was a bowl of milk and muesli, a little spilled over the edge.

Katie huffed in annoyance, unable to peel the banana on her own.

“What’re you doing, kiddo?” Sam asked, causing her to jump, her foot twisting on the stool.

Dean moved quickly, swooping in and picking her up before she had a chance to fall.

“Tha’ was scerry,” she laughed breathlessly as Dean sat her down on the counter.

“What’re you doing in here?” Dean asked her, as she handed him the banana. 

“Makin’ breakfast for Mommy,” she explained, looking down at the bowl. “Din’t mean to spill.”

Sam looked at his brother, seeing Dean trying not to laugh as he peeled the fruit and cut pieces into the bowl.

A grin crossed Sam’s face as he let out a small huff of laughter.

He leaned down, kissing Katie’s cheek as he picked her up onto his hip.

“Let’s give Mommy her breakfast, yeah?” he suggested, causing her to grin.

Dean handed Katie the bowl and a spoon, finally letting himself laugh as Sam carried his daughter out of the room.

Daddy!Sam ‘verse

How to make candles.

Making candles is a lot easier than you might think! Here are instructions on how to make your own all natural, safe, and magickal candles.


Anything to hold your candles in. (Moulds, tea cups, sea shells, mason jars…)
Wicks or Wood Wicks
Soy Wax  
Dye Chips
Any herbs of your choice (Recommended: Any mints, lavender, sage, or small cuttings of fruit skins.)
Essential oil(s)

Make sure that your essential oils and the herbs you use smell similarly.


First you will need to gather all of your ingredients and lay them out neatly.

Take your candle holders and fill them with soy wax and as many colour tablets as you desire. The more you add, the darker your candles will be.

Put them in the mircowave (as long as they are not metal - if your holders are metal, melt the wax in a pot over boiling water double broiler style) and melt everything together. You will need to add more and more wax as you go along because melted soy wax yields much less than the flakes. Stir until mixed.

Add your herbs/fruit peel pieces and your oils. Mix again.

Add your essential oils, as much as you feel is necessary. Mix again.

Drop in your wick, making sure to place it in the centre of your holder. You can balance it and hold it in place as the wax hardens by laying a butter knife over the top of your candle holder and balancing the wick against it. (If it is a bit off centre, though, no one will be able to tell.)

(Optional) You can line up whole herbs against the edges of the mould and they will dry along the edges and make lovely decorations.

Let the wax harden. 

Trim the wick.

Ta da! Your candles are ready! Make sure to make them with good intentions and feel free to carve sigils into the top.

The Wiccan’s Glossary

Culinary History (Part 15): European Table Knives

The practice of carrying your own knife around to use as both weapon and eating utensil began to disappear in the 1600’s.  First, knives started to be laid out on the table, along with forks (which were new).  Cases of identical knives were being sold, instead of personal, individual ones.

Second, knives stopped being sharp, thus taking power away from them physically, not just personally.  The purpose of a knife is to cut, and for a civilization to deliberately make knives blunter is because of extreme politeness (or passive-aggressiveness).

As the story goes, in 1637 Cardinal Richelieu (Louis XIII’s chief advisor) saw a dinner guest using the tip of a double-edged knife to pick his teeth.  The cardinal was horrified, and ordered all his own knives to be blunted.  It’s not known whether he was horrified at the guest’s manners, or the danger.  In 1669, Louis XIV forbade French cutlers to make pointed dinner-knives.  They used to be sharpened on both sides (like a dagger), but now this changed.

At this time, culture was undergoing some dramatic changes.  The Catholic Church was no longer as unified as it had been, and the chivalric codes of behaviour were long gone.  Things that were once normal now disgusted people – drinking soup straight from the bowl; using the fingers to take meat from a common dish; using a single, sharp knife to cut everything.  Table manners and table utensils were changing, and the Europeans, like the Chinese, began to distrust sharp knives at table.  But unlike the Chinese, they kept them at the table, blunted and less threatening.

In France, knives were often kept off the table in general (except for certain tasks such as peeling/cutting fruit, which personal knives were still used for as always).

But in England, knives stayed on the table and became blunter.  Table knives from the 1500’s and 1600’s look like miniature kitchen knives, with various blade shapes, from dagger-like to pen-knife, even scimitar-like.  The blade could be double-edged or single-edged.

Knives from the 1700’s are completely different.  The blade often curves gently to the right, ending in a rounded tip.

The way to hold a knife also changed.  Sharp knives were held with the whole hand, in a stabbing pose.  Blunt knives were held like we do now – with the index finger along the spine, and the palm wrapped around the handle.

The blunting of table knives, and the consequent new way to hold them, is why many people have bad knife skills in the kitchen. Holding a kitchen knife like that is actually dangerous – you should strongly grip the bottom of the blade between thumb and forefinger.

So the English in the 1700’s sat at table with their pretty, useless little table knives, trying to avoid any gesture that could suggest violence.  By the late 1700’s, the Sheffield table knives were really just about display – in high London society, people laid them out on the table to show off the host’s taste and wealth.  They were beautiful objects, but that was about it.

Carrying a knife with you was very bad manners, now.  In 1769, an Italian man called Joseph Baretti was charged for stabbing a man in self-defence in London, with a small folding fruit-knife.  Baretti defended himself by saying that on the Continent, it was normal to carry a sharp knife around for cutting fruit and sweetmeats.  A century ago, he wouldn’t have had to explain this.

The Sheffield cutlers used carbon steel for table knives, which was a better metal for forging than previous metals used.  But for taste, it was dreadful.  Non-stainless steel reacts badly with acid, turning black, and giving a gross metallic taste/aftertaste to the food. This is why even today, the French consider it bad manners to cut salad leaves – vinaigrette in particular reacted badly.

And fish.  For centuries, people had eaten fish with lemon – but until stainless steel was invented in the 1920’s, lemony fish would be ruined if you ate it with a knife.  In the 1800’s, silver fish knives were invented – silver is non-corrosive and doesn’t react with lemon juice.  Of course only the rich could afford them.  They had a scalloped shape, originally to distinguish them in the cutlery drawer, and because fish was soft and didn’t need strong/sharp cutting.  If you didn’t have silver fish knives, then you’d use two forks, or a fork & piece of bread – or put up with the gross taste.

Stainless steel is also called inox steel, or non-rusting steel.  It is a metal alloy with a high chromium content.  What happens is that the chromium forms an invisible layer of chromium oxide when exposed to the air.  This stops the knives from rusting, and keeps them lustrous.

In 1908, Friedrich Krupp built a 366-tonne yacht called Germania with a chrome steel hull.  Before WW1, Harry Brearley (of Thomas Firth and Sons, in Sheffield) was trying to find a metal for gun barrels that wouldn’t corrode.  This led to stainless steel cutlery.

At first, stainless steel was hard to work in all except the simplest of cutlery patterns.  But WW2’s industrial innovations meant that stainless steel knives could now be made cheaply and efficiently, in the shapes people wanted.

Daryl Dixon x Reader - Secret (Jessie’s 1K writing challenge) [SLIGHTLY SMUT]

This is my Daryl x Reader fic for @grimes-slut ‘ s challenge with the prompt “They already know”.

Plot: (Y/n) is Rick’s daughter and has a secret relationship with Daryl, but what happens when she doesn’t want to keep the secret anymore?

WARNINGS: Mention of sexual acts between Daryl and Reader ( Reader is on her early 20′s), sexual situations,dirty talk, a little angst and a lot of fluff.


Another hot day of summer begin in Alexandria.

The hot sun rays passing through the bedroom’s courtains woke me up from my peaceful sleep.

I still couldn’t believe that after all this time we can finally live an almost normal life in a safe place.

In no time I got up from the bed and, after I took a long cold shower I check my wardrobe for fresh clothes.

Since it’s an hot day of summer, I opted for a white thank top and thight shorts, paired up with my cowgirl boots.

Looking myself on the full lenght mirror in my room, I decide to pull my long (h/c) hair into a ponytail.

Once I’m satisfied I walk downstairs, ready to eat something for breakfast.

“Good morning (Y/n)”

“Good morning dad, how are…” I interrupt myself once I notice that my father isn’t alone.

In the kitchen with him, there’s the only man in the community that is able to make my legs tremble just with a stare: Daryl Dixon.

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Rainy Days, Mini Coolers, and Forgetful Eating Habits.

   The rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of the city, pounding on the rooftops and turning the cobbled streets of the Downtown District into a warren of slick stones and muddy waters.  A sense of cleanliness caresses the atmosphere, washing away all impurities. A dense earthy sweet smell rises from the ground as the fresh air washes over the small New Jersey town. Two boys bolted from the school, their dry clothes immediately becoming soaked as the rain poured. The dark hair Filipino, as well as Ecuadorian, shook his head, as would a dog, sending water droplets flying and adding volume back into his dark flattened locks. The fair skinned boy laughed, his light-brown curly hair now pressed against his scalp, water dripping down his cheeks. A light wind soon picked up and the freckled boy wrapped his arms around his shaking frame, still, a grin curved in his lips. His thin navy sweater wasn’t keeping him warm as the wet fabric pressed against his chilled skin.

 A chill went up his spine as another gust a wind blew past him, his grip into the sweater tightening as he tried to keep in the rest of the warmth from his sweater. The Filipino noticed his friend’s shivering and gladly took off his red hoodie and wrapped it around him. “Thanks, Michael,, ” the boy said as he melted into the warmth of the hoodie. The slightly younger boy smirked, “Anytime Jeremy.”

    The two boys finally made it to Michael’s car, finding it rather easily since it was the only P.T Cruiser in the parking lot. The roof was a sandy-tan as it slowly blended into the body becoming a luscious tawny brown, looking as a wood finish, finally blending back into the sandy tan color as it reached the wheels. As much as old-school Michael’s car was (which is not a problem since how old-school Michael already is), it was actually a beautiful car. The two boy climbed in and settled in the toasty feeling of the seats. Michael laughed, “Well, we beat the storm” Michael ran his hand through his dripping dark brown hair, “Well, most of it at least.” Jeremy chuckled and agreed, his fingers still gripped into the sweater.

  “Hey, are you okay?” Michael asked, his hands wrapped around Jeremy’s, which were freezing. “Jesus! Your hands are freezing Jeremy!” Michael said reeling back a bit. Jeremy flinched and mumbled a quick apology, stuffing his hands in Michael’s hoodie pockets. Michael stared at the boy, his green eyes, usually so bright and chipper were clouded as if he were deep in thought, and were filled with this unusual emotion that Michael couldn’t pin-point, which was odd since being friends with Jeremy, Michael was aware and seen almost all Jeremy’s emotions. This startled him. Jeremy shivered again and dug his fingernails into his arms, which luckily were guarded by both the hoodie sleeves. A bad tic Jeremy had whether he was uncomfortable or nervous. Michael fumbled with the heater of his car and warm air suddenly blasted through his vents. Jeremy leaned back a bit, letting the warm air surround him. The dark-tanned boy glanced at him, something was off, Jeremy was usually like this on his off-days. In which the SQUIP was bothering him, or he had a decline in his mental health, or perhaps he just had a bad day. Whatever the cause it cause Jeremy to be more quiet and withdrawn. “Hey Jeremy, how was your day- I mean when I wasn’t with you of course!” Michael chuckled softly, but Jeremy shrugged. “I mean- it was okay, I guess. He’s still there Michael, he’s still whispering.” Jeremy blinked and Michael’s heart dropped, that stupid SQIUP. “Did you eat today Jeremy?” Michael looked at him and slowly taking Jeremy’s hands out of his pockets, grasped them, locking eyes. Jeremy glanced away and opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the growl of his stomach.

 Traitor, Jeremy thought. Michael looked at him, his chocolate eyes were sad, even through his water-stained glasses were masking them, Jeremy would tell. “I guess I forgot…I’m sorry” Jeremy muttered, “I’m really sorry.” Michael leaned over to Jeremy’s side of the car and wrapped his arm around him in a quick and reassuring hug. Perhaps today was just not one of those days that the SQUIP would leave them alone. Michael broke the hug when he heard Jeremy’s stomach growl softly, and he squirmed in his seat to try to silence the rumbling. Michael smiled softly and opened a small compartment in between the two seats. It was a small blue cooler that held different varieties of food, such as sandwiches (knowing Jeremy was a picky eater, had the crusts cut off, and apples that had their skin peeled.), bags of chips, fruit, and a few of those gummy snacks Jeremy got hooked on, despite his braces. Jeremy’s eyes lit up at the simple gesture and smiled thankfully, his braces lining his crooked smile.

  Michael chuckled as Jeremy pulled out one of his favorite sandwiches, a Cheddar, roast beef, and turkey sandwich with pickles, dressed with thousand island dressing and mayo and a hint of mustard. Despite his friend being a picky eater, his sandwich combinations was one to behold. Jeremy tore into the sandwich greedily, complimenting Michael on his sandwich making skills. Hey, when your friends with someone for 12 years, you start to know their likes and dislikes. Michael handing him a bag of potato chips and started the car into drive. Thunder outside the car rumbled, and the two boys made their way home. “Hey, Michael” Jeremy said swallowing a piece of his sandwich and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, “You’re the best.” Michael laughed and playfully slugged Jeremy’s shoulder, grateful Jeremy was feeling better. “Yeah,” he said, flashing him a cheeky grin, “Tell me something I don’t know.”


A one-shot featuring a headcanon from @gayradwhitedad

witch tip: citrus peels.

when peeling your fruit, remove as much of the pith (the white fleshy stuff inside) as possible. wash the the pieces of peel (you don’t want dirt or anything else to get into your spell right?), then leave them out to dry somewhere they’ll be undisturbed. i leave mine about one day on one side, then flip them over so I know both sides will be completely dried out. 

once they’re dry, you can break them into small pieces or grind them as fine as you want. grinding them may take a while so I would suggest doing that in advance of when you’ll need them. 

I use lemon and lime for purification and banishing, orange for happiness and positivity, and tangerine for a potency boost to whatever i’m doing. feel free to use your own correspondences, of course!

Hungry: Richonne Fluff

Originally posted by sprmint-bkgsoda

It always came down to food.

Even at the prison, before the road, before Alexandria, hunger was their constant enemy. It kept Rick on guard, kept him on his knees, elbow deep in soil and weeds, coaxing sustenance out of the ground. It kept him inside the fences; it kept him from going on runs with Michonne.

Those times were blessedly over, the prison laying in ashes, those months on the road a distant nightmare. Their new reality was one of war, the battle to live free. It was one he didn’t mind fighting at all, one he was proud to fight for his children and wife, for his people. Still, man could not live on dehydrated macaroni and chili alone and though the Saviors could no longer steal from them, they made the road an even more dangerous place to be.

Which is how Rick found himself on his hands and knees again, soil beneath his fingernails, moving saplings with cautious precision from the borrowed Hilltop pots to the freshly-tilled field near the south wall.

Though he missed the company of Hershel terribly, The view was better this time, of that he was certain. Stationed before him, kneeling in the soft earth was his wife. Her long mahogany locs were pulled back from her face, tucked neatly in a knot atop her head. The sun left a sheen of perspiration on her dark skin, despite the chill of the autumn air. She tucked the fabric around the tomato plant gently, insulating it against the early frost. Virginia winters came earlier and much colder than the ones they all were used to.

Her task complete, she exhaled, resting on her haunches. Rick watched her stretch, her arms coming up in a graceful arc over her head. He smiled at the sight, happy that she could move without the pain and stiffness she’d suffered the last few weeks. For a moment, he forgot the war, forgot Negan and Jadis, forgot his hunger.

She felt his eyes on her and turned, her full lips pulling up at the corners.

“Rick,” Aaron’s voice cracked through the tranquility of the moment.

Rick spun around, his annoyance melting as he laid eyes on what Aaron had brought with him.

“They’re finally ripe,” he extended his hand. Rick accepted the gift eagerly, his mouth watering already. Michonne’s eyes lit up similarly. She offered Aaron a bright smile that their friend easily returned. He was gone as quickly as he came, leaving his present behind him.

Rick stood up, navigating his way through rows of covered plants and saplings, only pausing to offer Michonne a hand. He led them both beyond the borders of the miniature farm, settling down again against the wall. He could feel the cold metal through the leather of his jacket, but it ceased to matter when Michonne sat between his legs, leaning her warm body against his chest.

Her nimble fingers peeled the fruit carefully, the citrusy smell perfuming the air around them. Grinning brightly, she offered him a wedge, pushing the piece between his lips before taking one for herself.

“It’s as good as I remember,” Michonne let out a contented sigh, relaxing into him.

“It’s better,” Rick stole a kiss in-between bites, the tart taste of the grapefruit flavoring his lips.

The rumbling of his stomach interrupted them. Michonne laughed, the light sound dancing out across the field. She commenced to feeding him, breaking off another wedge.

“Eat,” she encouraged, taking another bite herself.

Rick happily complied.


excuse the quality, but snapchat had the cutest eggshell candles so i thought i’d share!!

quick summary of what to do:

1) make your eggs, but save the shells. i’ve read that boiling them helps kill germs. definitely wash them out, and even cleanse!

2) add bees wax to a (double boiler from what i saw, aka a pan of boiling water with a glass bowl on top. put contents into glass bowl!)

3) add in coconut oil to melting bees wax mixture

**it LOOKED like half a cup of bees wax to one tablespoon of coconut oil, but do not quote me on this. that’s just my assumption

4) wait for both to melt

5) get the temp to 150 fahrenheit

6) add your essential oils!! bonus: check correspondences to add an added ummph to your candle. you can even add dye to make your candle certain color, based on your intent

7) tie twine (you can buy actual wicks made of wax, but twine seems like a good option!! i would deffo suggest a thicker string though) to a stick of some sort to ensure it doesn’t fall into egg etc

8) pour your wax mixture into egg, and let set (1-2 days)

9) trim your twine, and wahhlah!! you’ve got yourself a candle!

**this method will also more than work with other containers!! heck, if you peel a fruit / veg etc of some sort well enough, you could use that too!! seems like a great offering (: