poached eggs are good

Foods for Weight Loss

Balanced Hormones (high levels of oestrogen causes weight gain)

  • kale
  • spinach
  • cauliflower
  • broccoli
  • avocado

Slower Digestion (feel fuller for longer)

  • oatmeal
  • lentils
  • apples
  • oranges
  • pears
  • strawberries
  • nuts
  • flaxseed
  • beans
  • blueberries
  • cucumbers
  • celery
  • carrots
  • salmon

Healthier Liver (digest food more efficiently)

  • avocado
  • beetroot
  • carrots


  • water
  • tea
  • cucumber
  • celery
  • watermelon

Reved-up Metabolism (burn fat)

  • coconut oil, butter, water etc
  • green tea
  • spice
  • natural yoghurt
  • cacao
  • coffee

Fewer Cravings (resist sugary treats)

  • eggs (boiled or poached)
  • lean meats (chicken breast, turkey, good quality beef)
  • fish
  • quinoa, flaxseed, beans, lentils
  • nuts
  • seeds

yesterday’s food:

• big milky coffee
• miso soup (lotsa tofu in there but it’s hiding), kimchi, leftover kimbap, & ½ a red bean bread
• apple pie quark! this one has apple chunks so i was kind of avoiding it BUT IT’S SO GOOD. new favorite.
• tomato soup with poached eggs & a gouda toastie (gf bread) (not as burnt as the filter makes it look! 🙃)

i planned to have a big fruit plate for late night snack, i even cut up the pineapple earlier in the day for it! but once i hit that bed i was o-u-t.

anonymous asked:

hell the fuck yeah harry, you get that accomplished life!!!! a perfectly poached egg. what's that mean? beats me man you make it what you want you're on that good shit

a perfectly poached egg is an accomplishment to which I aspire 

for breakfast today i had sourdough toast, soft poached eggs and grits and it was honestly Too Good bc the rest of my day paled in comparison

Here is Togekiss, everyone’s favourite bird sphinx moth/seal/airplane

Togekiss are an elusive beast, spending most their time in the far north at high altitudes. During the winter months they return to their nesting grounds in Sinnoh where they mate and lay their eggs. They will raise and feed the newly hatched Togepi until around spring hits, at which point The Togekiss will fly off again and the Togepi will be strong enough to evolve into Togetic. They will remain in their Togetic stage for roughly 4 years in the wild, and overtime accumulate “shiny stone” in their bodies that has been dissolved in Sinnoh’s lakes and rivers. Once ready to evolve, the Togetic’s wings grown, and their once land adapted hindlimbs form into a “tail” that helps with stability and stearing in the air.

Once a more common sight in Sinnoh winters, Togekiss are now critically endangered due to the poaching of their eggs. Togepi are considered a “good luck charm” in many regions and people will pay good cash to obtain one. Most of these deported Togepi will never become Togekiss due to the Scarity of Shiny stone deposites in most parts of the world.


Good morning!!! Gruyere rosti with a poached egg. ✅ By - @lennardy ✅


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- Thanks for mowing my lawn, raking my leaves, picking up my mail, shovelling snow off of my drive way and everything else you’ve done.

Astrid Hofferson still had the sniffles, but after the last few days of utter hell, the sniffles were heaven served hot with coffee on the side. After her exams had passed, Astrid had collapsed into bed with one of the worse colds she’d had in years, racking coughs and pains everywhere, so much so that her roommate had fled the scene of crime to avoid catching it, leaving Astrid to fend for herself.

Well, technically ‘for herself’. Over the past two weeks, like a quiet ghost of the benevolent kind, someone had been leaving her life-saving gifts and doing chores for her. It had snowed three inches, and her car, parked outside on the grass lot, had been raked clean of the watery ice. Her mail had been retrieved from the box downstairs and slid under her door, and every day at eleven, someone lightly tapped her door and dropped off something to eat - broth, fish and mashed potatoes, once even her favourite, poached eggs with veggie rice - all food good for sick people. The cherry on the cake had come when she’d forgotten her laundry load downstairs, and had found it, clean and folded, on her doorstep next to a thermos filled with hot green tea.

She’d been leaving ‘thank you’ sticky notes on all the returned dishes, meticulously cleaned and stacked outside, but it hardly felt like enough. Yesterday she’d felt well enough to go peek through her door’s spy hole, and was more than a little surprised to find that it was a guy.

It was, in fact, Quiet Haddock, or so she called him. He was painfully shy around her, quiet and taciturn with a disposition that tended mostly to sticking to corners. Then there was that time she’d seen him with the others before they spotted her - he was relaxed, arms folded and a half-smirk on his face as he fondly made fun of his cousin Sam, who stood a good head shorter than he did. He’d made a jab, got everyone laughing good naturedly, taken a jab in return and began jiggling his shoulders as he laughed harder, and then waved his hands around as he talked. But once she’d joined the group, he’d retreated back to the background, looking at her only sporadically and mostly when he thought she wasn’t looking.

She’d thought that she intimidated him. Astrid had that effect on some guys. But his uncharted kindness over the past two weeks seemed to point to some other reason for his quiet shyness.

Astrid really hoped so. Those high cheekbones and green eyes were to die for.

So today she’d showered long and well, put on a comfy indoor outfit that she thought was nice to look at, spent an hour trying to make her hair look good in a ‘messy bun’ of sorts, and now she was standing by the door, eagerly awaiting her daily visitor. Christmas break would be over in two days, and Ruff was due at any time, so today was probably her last chance to try to do this.

Regular as a clock, a mop of auburn hair appeared in her spy hole, and Astrid opened the door, holding the thermos she’d kept back on purpose.

‘Hiccup!’ she said, trying very hard not to blush when his eyes did a once-over. She really hoped Ruff hadn’t been kidding when she said she looked good in these leggings. ‘Hey! Was it you leaving me the food and things?’

‘Um, I eh…’ he went crimson, rubbing that back of his head.

‘Thanks, so much!’ she said strongly. He needed to stop this shy nonsense and start looking at her with that relaxed smirk. It was a challenge, it was on. ‘I don’t know what I would have done without your help. I was conked out half the time. Seriously, thanks.’

‘It’s alright… you’re feeling better?’ he asked, looking at her with a concerned, judging eye. Once again, she found she had to hide a blush - darn, but those eyes

‘Lots, thanks to you. Come in!’ she said, opened the door and waving him inside. For a second, she wondered if Hiccup was a cat in his past life. It took him a full minute to decide whether to come in or stay outside. ‘I’ve aired the rooms,’ she added helpfully. He went an even darker red.

‘Oh, I didn’t mean-! I just don’t want to disturb. You’re still recovering,’ he added, and his hand did come up to wave at the air emphatically. The tupperware container in his other hand jerked around in sympathy.

‘Not disturbing me, I’ll love the company,’ she said, and cheered inwardly when he finally crossed the threshold, hesitant and awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Astrid shut the door firmly behind him, locking it quietly for good measures. Ruff never took her key.

‘Tea? I’ve got a really good green tea blend…’ she said. She wasn’t about to tell him she had gone out to buy tea bags like the ones which had been in the thermos he’d left.

‘I’d like that,’ he replied, and he smiled at her for the first time. It was sweet and crooked, a bit higher on the left. Astrid liked it already.

on love and eggs


So I’m waiting for room service to start delivering eggs and it’s pretty hard because I’m so hungry but it’s also easy because I know how much I want to eat these eggs. 

And naturally this got me thinking a lot about love. 

People always say “When it’s right, it’s easy.” In the past, this phrase has particularly annoyed me because I’m like “No. Love takes a lot of work. That’s what all my self-help books say. So love can’t be easy. It has to be hard. Hard hard hard.” 

But now I actually think I’ve been pretty wrong about that. 

I think that relationships take a lot of work and compromise, but it all stems from a root place of love and joy and replenishment. So when “making it work” starts to take up the majority of your feelings regarding the relationship (meaning you’re expending extra energy to keep it going instead of turning to it as a place to recharge) well then something is definitely off. 

So here is how I’m going to relate this to the eggs: I really want these eggs. I really, *really* like eggs. I can’t wait to wait another 30 minutes for them to arrive. Will this be hard? Yeah. Super hard. I’ve been up since 5AM and am very hungry! Could I just eat a bag of potato chips from the mini bar? I could but then I would spoil my appetite and never even order the eggs I really want! And maybe a temporarily empty belly is okay because one day my breakfast might arrive. 

So, like I said before, it’s not really hard for me to wait for these eggs because I know in my bones how much I like eggs. The “work” I need to do right now is just to wait. And it doesn’t feel like “work” because it’s easy. (Over-easy? Couldn’t resist.) 

Oh my god. It’s time. 

Okay those are my thoughts on love for now. Gotta order. brb. 

UPDATE - 7:05AM:

So I just called room service and the answering machine said that they were temporarily unavailable. This is the moment of doubt! Have I made a terrible mistake? Maybe I really should just eat a mini-bar snack instead… 

I left a message with my room number. The answering machine said someone would call when they became available. More waiting, but this time there is no deadline. I don’t know when my eggs are gonna call. Better take a shower and hope for the best. Reckless optimism and whatnot. 

UPDATE - 7:10AM:

(I think it’s a sign.)

UPDATE - 7:11AM:

…. another sign? O_O

UPDATE - 7:30AM:

Room service has not called. There are still no eggs in sight. But I have showered and dressed and realized that I am the master of my own destiny. There are no eggs in this room, but there are eggs out there. All I have to do is walk out the door. Maybe I’ll find some, maybe I won’t. But at least I’ll be walking the path of possibility. 

Plus I just love morning walks in general. 

UPDATE - 7:49AM:

The city is still sleepy and slightly stinky. The types of places where I think I would find good eggs are closed still because hipster brunch hour hasn’t started yet. Damn my elderly meal schedule!

I am considering an alternative: maybe a hard-boiled egg from Starbucks? I can get a drink I like to go along with it. Plus there are so many Starbucks to choose from. It could all be so easy. So readily accessible. I travel so much, and there is a new one in every city… maybe a Starbucks breakfast is just the life I live. Perhaps my hunger is compromising my decisions. How badly do I want this breakfast? There is always tomorrow’s breakfast?

But I’m on tour and we haven’t had time for a leisurely meal. Today is my day off and I really love breakfast.

However, I am starting to get overly-hungry. Settling seems so easy…

SOLUTION: getting a water and a banana and trekking on.

UPDATE - 8:06AM:

I just walked by a Hartosexual. She had that happy/surprised look. We didn’t say anything but just grinned and waved at each other. It’s nice to smile at strangers.

UPDATE - 8:43AM:

Still no breakfast seems right. I am sitting on a bench in the park. It has a sign that says Max and Bo loved this spot:

The view from the spot isn’t particularly special but it does feel a little lovely.

But my pleasant solitude in the city is wearing off. It’s late enough in the morning that people who aren’t morning people seem to be getting up. Everything is getting louder and busier which is fine because it means the day is really starting. But not so fine when you’re still hungry and frankly a little cranky.

Usually this is the point where I start questioning everything. The decision to leave my bed. The decision to give up on room service instead of being patient. The decision to start writing about my quest for eggs. Questioning not only my most immediate decisions, but decisions I’ve made in my life until this point. I like to cook breakfast. Why aren’t I just at home? Home is fine. Maybe I should just stop traveling and touring and meeting my community and expanding and growing and just go be at home. I can do work from home. Home is fine. LA is fine. I mean, I never thought I would find myself happy there but maybe I am? Maybe happiness just feels… fine.

Usually at this moment I decide I’ve made a terrible mistake and go back and undo everything that has been done.

But then I remember that if it’s late enough in the morning for people to be up and about, then the restaurant at our hotel will definitely be open. And I like our hotel. We are staying at a hotel that is both “cool” and “hip.” Surely the restaurant will have some variation of a poached egg that I can enjoy. I bet it might even be good.

I am renewed by the thought. Eggsistential crises averted.

UPDATE - 9:28AM:

This life makes me very happy. I don’t think I’ve made as many mistakes as I think. 

(… Also when I was done I took some extra honey from my green tea and spread it over the rustic bread which was grilled with olive oil and OH MY GAWD YOU GUYS IT WAS THE MOST PERFECT TASTY LITTLE TREAT.)

Post workout breakfast😋 brown rice, poached egg, green onion, avocado, and jalapeño cashew ‘cheese’ sauce. So good👌

Soak 1 heaping cup of raw cashews overnight. In the morning, drain and add to a high speed blender with 1-2 jalapeños (de-seeded), 1/3 cup nutritional yeast, juice of ½ a lime, dash of chili powder & cumin, salt and pepper to taste, and 1 1/3 cup water (more or less depending on how thick you want it!). Blend everything till smooth and enjoy!

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Tracy and Michelle drop by for brunch

Tracy and Michelle came up from the city to my house for brunch. We had eggs Benedict, and Mimosas to drink. An enjoyable afternoon.

The trick to making a good eggs Benedict is simple - when poaching the eggs, add white vinegar to the water before adding the eggs. This will keep the egg whites from spreading out, and keeps the egg nice and compact for placing on the English muffin.

For the Hollandaise sauce, whisk 4 egg yolks in a metal bowl with one tablespoon of fresh lemon juice. Put the metal bowl over a pot of simmering water so the bottom of the bowl does not contact the water. The steam will heat the bowl. Whisk in 4 tablespoons of melted butter, a little at a time. Continue to whisk until sauce thickens. Remove bowl from pot, whisk in a dash of salt and cayenne pepper. Spoon sauce over egg (which is itself sitting on top of bacon or salmon, on top of a sliced, toasted English muffin) and you have your eggs Benedict. Only takes about 10 minutes and is delicious.

anonymous asked:

Could you do Klance 63 please

63. Do Not Disturb

There’s a “do not disturb” sign, but it’s on the door leading into the kitchen, so Lance ignores it, because you can’t just block off the kitchen with no warning. Who does that? Especially in the middle of the night? And anyway he needs juice.

So he walks in and Keith is standing at the stove, a couple of little cups next to his elbow, staring into a pot of heating water. He blinks. “Are you cooking?

“Of course you’d ignore the sign.” Keith just keeps staring at the water. “Yeah. I was hungry.”

Lean into the refrigerator. There’s juice somewhere. It’s weird alien juice, but it tastes good. “What are you making?”

“Poached eggs.”

“…Keith, how do you know how to poach eggs? You eat baked beans cold out of the can. You don’t even touch the microwave half the time.” There it was. Weird alien juice, in its funny glass bottle.

“Umma likes poached eggs on her bibimbap instead of fried. She’s weird, but they’re nice. Hold on.” Keith does something over the pot now as it starts to simmer, swirling the water around and then grabbing his little cups and pouring them in–cracked eggs, one two three. After a moment of squinting he nods and sets a timer. “Did you think I didn’t know how to cook?”

“I saw you eat dry pasta once.”

“I like cooking. I just don’t see the point here.” He watches the eggs, not Lance, who quietly pulls down a second glass before pouring his drink. “I can’t get all the ingredients I need, and why go to all the trouble if I’m not going to eat with my family?” The timer went off, and he scooped the eggs out of the water onto a kitchen towel. “…but I guess you can have an egg if you want one.”

And he finally looks up, and Lance grins and holds up the second glass. “I got you juice.”

The corners of Keith’s eyes wrinkle, like he’s trying not to smile. “Thanks. Can you get plates?”

Lance gets plates and forks, and he sets them places side by side at the table while Keith is fussing over the edges of the eggs like some kind of sculptor. When they’re finally both sitting down, he raises his glass in a toast. “Hey, we may be zillions of miles away from Earth and our families and everything we know, but at least we’ve got eggs, right?”

Keith stifles a laugh and clinks their glasses. “And weird alien juice.”

“And giant robot lions.”

“And each other.”

A pause.

“Lance, are you blushing?

Lance focuses intently on his plate. “Shut up. This egg is delicious.”

I’ve had an avocado mashed up with soy sauce, olive oil, and some lemon juice and pepper and called it dinner more than once. Sometimes I just spoon it right out of the avocado to avoid doing dishes later. Avocado on whole-wheat toast or an avocado mixed with a can of tuna or a poached or boiled egg are good on days with higher levels of function. I love avocados.

ENTERTAINMENT Unbroken' star Jai Courtney is an Aussie in action

Australian actor Jai Courtney, 28, plays a pilot in Unbroken, opening Dec. 25, and future soldier Kyle Reese in the upcoming Terminator: Genisys. Here are a few of his favorite things:

Action movie: “Gladiator. It’s such a compelling story and a pretty important film in modern cinematic history. I just had the good fortune of working with Russell Crowe on The Water Diviner.”

Song: “Altitude by rapper Jonwayne. He’s talented and different – not commercial hip-hop. I like things that are a little weird. I play guitar and sing a little, but I don’t fancy myself a musician.”

Author: “Haruki Murakami. I’m reading Kafka on the Shore. It’s pretty cool. I’m embarrassed by how little I read books. I read a lot as a kid, and I miss it. I need to train my patience to get back into long-form things and stop seeking entertainment so immediately.”

Vacation spot: “Right now, it’s all about home because I’m never there. I live in Los Angeles, and I only get to go back to Australia every now and then, and I’m longing for it. Other than that, I plan to hit Lake Tahoe over the holidays.”

Survival skill: “I’ve done a lot of fishing but never hunted. My survival technique would be to cling to someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Training exercise: “I’m really into rope work. My hands get mucked up, but all I need is space and a big cargo rope.”

Fighting Skill: “I used to have a primo headbutt. That was always a go-to move. I got to throw one in A Good Day to Die Hard. It’s such a simple, stupid, close quarters defense mechanism and totally effective. I’ve hurt myself only once – in a rugby league game. I went to headbutt a guy – we were having words – and I didn’t time things as well as I should have, and I banged my own nose on his head. I felt like a fool, and I walked away with an itchy, throbbing feeling in the front of my face.”

Weight Loss Technique: “Exercise. I hate when I have to cut out all the foods I love because food is something I feel very connected to. It’s a hobby of mine. I don’t eat for the sake of eating. When I can, it’s always an event of some sort. When it’s time to shed pounds, it’s all about putting in what the body needs and nothing else. That’s not always so fun.”

Meal to cook: “I’m all right in the kitchen. I like breakfast. There’s nothing better than poaching a couple of eggs and having some good, thick, crusty toast with avocado, smoked salmon and a wedge of lemon. That’s an ideal way to start the day.”

————Thank you Anonymous————-