peel fruit



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.

Okay, I just have an idea about a possible tv show with autistic characters. It would be about this family, with the majority of its members being autistic (except the little brother who, funnily enough, is the kind of guy who’s into maths and trains, but he’s super neurotypical too).

Like the mom would be non-verbal and using an AAC app and there would be gags like the fact that her AAC app doesn’t allow her to convey properly that she’s angry because her children had a bad behavior, so she’ll ask her husband to play out her anger for her.

The father could be the awkward dad full of dad jokes and I kinda see him having a special interest in cooking. It could be one of the activites he shares with his neurotypical son, because he’s dyspraxic and his son is way better than him to peel fruits and stuff like that.

There’s the little brother I mentioned, of course, who will probably one of the best allies for his autistic family while also fearing a bit that he might not have a relationship as strong as his sisters with his parents (of course, there will be a feel good episode to show him that he’s wrong and that he’s an essential part of his family).

And there are the twins, two high school girls completely different from one another, but who still love each other.

The first one is the cheerleader popular girl, the kind of girl who can set out any trend in high school (like wearing a fidget spinner as a necklace), very feminine, who can seems a bit shallow sometimes, but it’s really just a stereotype, because she embraces her feminity and her love for make-up, fashion and cheerleading.

She doesn’t hesitate to use her popularity for good purpose (like helping her sister to be allowed to take her girlfriend to the prom).

The second one is the punk nerdy girl, the type of girl who will reject authority if the person in charge is not able to explain to her properly why she needs to behave that way. She’s lesbian and completely in love with a cheerleader (her sister’s best friend).

I’m picturing this show as a wacky, funny, heartwarming type of show, a bit like Malcolm in the Middle or Speechless. But of course, we won’t have it, because producers can’t possibly imagine that an autistic family could exist.

And they can’t possibly fathom the idea that a tv show can present a very diverse cast (I haven’t really pictured the family in my mind, so they could as well be white, black, mixed and so on. Also, they would came across other LGBT people and other disabled people and, sometimes, LGBT disabled folks)

Boundaries [m]

Genre : Smut / Angst
Summary : You work for Zhang Yixing as the nanny of his kid. In a moment of idiotic judgement you both break the invisible boundaries you’d both set. Was it for the better or the worse?

Sequel : The Blurring Lines

Your eyes were threatening to close at any moment, but you couldn’t so you willed them open. Just a few more minutes and plus it’d be dangerous to fall asleep right here. Jie could wake up any second and she’s lately been prone to  the odd night terror here and there.

As you worked through another slice of apple, you saw the orange light from his car streaming in through the curtains. Finally, he was here. You thought to yourself as you placed the slices into Jie’s container. You’d resorted to late night prepping for you and Jie’s day out, out of boredom.

You heard him hanging up his coat before he came into the kitchen. “Hey, thanks for staying. Sorry for being late, the traffic was just playing games.”

You waved your hand, “It’s alright, I don’t mind staying.”

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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


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

Cooking some fruits to make a fruit spread. About a dozen home grown pears, another dozen or so of tiny home grown plums, an over ripe Papaya from the market, Orange peels, Marigold petals, Cinnamon sticks, Star Anise and some more Cinnamon (powder) for good measure (I love Cinnamon). Will add the Cardamom honey later once I see how it boils down. The kitchen is going to smell so good!

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.


After the long wait…


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!

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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