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Here’s How to Eat Vegan for a Week For Under $50

Some of the most affordable foods on the planet are vegan, including rice, beans, legumes, pasta, and all kinds of fruits and veggies. Despite this, people will often ask us about eating vegan on a budget.

So we’ve compiled some handy tips and tricks that will keep you veg without breaking the bank:

Dry beans are worth the wait.
Sure, you have to soak them overnight, but dry beans are exponentially cheaper than canned. They’re also a delicious, protein-packed essential in a budget-friendly vegan diet.

Buy it frozen.
One great way to save money is to reduce food waste. Frozen veggies like corn, peas, and green beans are great because they last almost forever.

Get into oatmeal.
Yeah, oatmeal is a super secret vegan hack. It’s filling, loaded with iron and calcium, and one of the cheapest things you could eat for breakfast.

Stick with produce under $2 per pound.
When choosing fresh fruits and veggies, try to stick with items under $2/lb.

If you want to splurge, buy some Vegenaise.
Of course you can just use it like mayo, but you can also create sour cream (just add lemon juice), salad dressings, and sauces with this must-have specialty item.

Soup is a thing.
Soups loaded with veggies, grains, and beans hold well as leftovers, stretch your dollars, and make great filling meals!

Stick with staples.
Rice, pasta, and peanut butter are all great choices for affordability and versatility.

Every night can be taco night.
Put those tasty veggies and beans to use inside a toasted tortilla! Add some Vegenaise sour cream and you’ve got yourself a tasty and inexpensive vegan dinner.

attention college freshmen/anyone feeding themselves for the first time

this is for you

it has come to my attention that some people are not feeding themselves properly bc they don’t know how to cook/aren’t sure how to cook on a budget. bc i am everyone’s mom (or at least everyone’s wise older sister) let me drop some very real Broke Rookie Cooking Knowledge. 2 of my favorite recipes are under the cut, both of which come out to $2 OR LESS PER SERVING.

-MAKE a MENU. pick out like 5 things you know how to make and buy JUST WHAT YOU NEED FOR THOSE THINGS. and also a few snacks, but otherwise, JUST THAT. don’t just buy some random-ass groceries you think you’ll need. (also, if you don’t know how to make 5 things, seriously just google simple dinner recipes. i used a “mississippi heirloom cookbook” my aunt gave me and got a ton of good ones.)

-tbh i don’t even buy snacks except for a giant box of cookies that lasts me like 2 weeks at a time and an assload of apples. snacking is bad for you, and if you don’t HAVE snacks, you can’t EAT snacks. fuck snacks.

-off-brand EVERYTHING. you think you can taste a difference? you CAN’T. get shit in cans. vegetables. pasta sauce. salsa. whatthefuckever. it all comes in cans, and it’s always cheaper. i have no idea why.

-whole grain bread and brown rice/pasta are not more expensive than the regular kind, and they keep you full longer. GET THEM.

-@ my americans, Dollar Tree has literally everything. every kitchen utensil. (it’s where i got my big-ass chef’s knife, and that bitch is still sharp.) dishes/cups. snacks. drinks. literal loaves of bread. all kinds of basics, from peanut butter to sriracha to progresso soup. some even have freezer sections. all for ONE DOLLAR. go to Dollar Tree first, then go to the grocery store for whatever you couldn’t find there. i s2g it saves me so much money. (they also have tupperware, cleaning supplies, toilet paper, EVERYTHING. for one dollar.)

-produce is way cheaper than you think. get some fresh vegetables. you really will start to feel like a bag of hot garbage if you don’t eat your veggies.

-COOK in ADVANCE. i work during the day and go to school in the evenings, then i come home and work out. lemme tell you, my ass does NOT wanna cook when im done with all that. cook shit in big quantities, stock up on tupperware (dollar treeeeee), and stick it in the fridge for later. when you’re exhausted and remember you have instant dinner already made, you will want to kiss yourself.

-find some sandwiches you love. make a lot of sandwiches. (pls for the love of God dont use kraft american singles tho. deli-sliced cheese is literally right next to it, and it is NOT more expensive.)`

-FUCK organic free-range shit. you got organic free-range money? GREAT. i sure as hell don’t, and neither do most people. don’t waste your money trying to live your foodstagram #goals while you’re young and poor.

-if you qualify for SNAP/EBT, GET THAT SHIT. there are some assholes out there that will tell you not to, to leave it for the ~real~ poor people. tell them, ‘motherfucker I AM REAL POOR.’ for real though, corporations take advantage of any assistance the government gives them and they still lobby for more. you’d be a fool not to do the same. 

now some cheap-ass recipes

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Pasta Emoji Ratings

A classic, nice simple sauce, would eat this no problem. Probably tastes pure and the kids would love it. 7/10

Fun, simple, but dangerously close to Mac n Cheese with that level of orange saturation. They would probably steal your labeled food from the fridge, simply shameful. Not sure what the purple spots are either, not sure if i’d eat this one. 5/10


Shameful, it appears to be a few noodles left on a plate, what a waste. Would not eat someone’s leftovers. 0/10

Elegant, simple, modern. Reminiscent of a pizza, which is a fresh new way to approach the subject. The stray noodle is a little worrying, but for the most part they’re a hardworking, well put together pasta. Would hang this up in my modern art gallery. 8/10

Not sure how to feel about this one. While the sauce is one of the best renditions I’ve seen, beautiful detail, the rest of the dish is lacking. The leaves look dangerous, like those delinquents that try to roll with the pure kids, but we’re onto them. I love the symmetry of the three noodles rising from the sauce, would eat them for sure. Not so sure about the rest. 6/10

Fake. This obviously canned pasta is trying to play itself off as genuine, unforgivable. While the taste is probably fine, a pasta you’d let your daughter hang out with, it doesn’t excuse the fact that it’s a filthy liar. would not eat for fear of my health. 2/10 

A very small noodle, good with young children, tries their best at all times. It has the perfect portion of sauce for such a tiny thing, and it deserves all it can get. I would eat this, but gently, as not to intimidate it. 9/10

Magnificent! Tasty! A real winner of a dish! The attention to detail and shading simply astonishes me. This dish is to die for, and the kind you’d bring home to your mother. Simply lovely, would definitely eat. 10/10

This is just abhorrent, not tasty at all. The choice of thick white noodles surrounded by a yellow liquid, while an interesting take, is incredibly inaccurate and tasteless. Would not eat, especially with that trident thing. 1/10

flavourless, an absolute bore of a dish. White I appreciate the detail of the cell shaded noodles, they lack charisma and courage. Would be a true pure friend, someone you can rely on, but very easily manipulated and a momma’s boy. Need’s more saturation if it want’s to roll with the big boys. 4/10. 

I feel like this is a failed attempt at what HTC excelled at. The abstract look they’re going for just doesn’t execute well at all. And that black border feel’s very threatening and hostile, as if I’m not allowed to eat it. The kind of pasta who has problems with it’s masculinity. Probably wouldn’t eat. 3/10

Why the fuck is there chocolate syrup on my pasta. 0/10

Frenchie

Requested

Summary: Jughead is dating a half french reader, he goes back to her house and sees her speaking French to her mum and basically fangirls 

Warnings: Harcore Fluff 

It had happened by accident. I hadn’t meant for Jughead to meet my mother just yet, we had been together for a couple of months now but had already discussed that he would meet my family at one of my cousins birthday parties. It was going to be a big event so he could meet everyone all at once to get it ‘over and done with’ in his own words. 

But the day my mum managed to walk in on us kissing in the kitchen was a surprise to us all. Mum wasn’t supposed to be home until later tonight, so I brought Jughead back with me for the day, so we could study and chill out. 

“Do you want something to eat baby?” I ask Jughead sitting on my couch watching the Rick and Morty show. “Uh, Yeah sure, shall we go cook something?” I smile and nod uncrossing my legs, getting up from my place and taking Jugs hands in mine. 

We go into the kitchen and I start pulling ingredients out of a cabinet to make a pasta bake. Jughead comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist as I lean up to get the pasta off the top shelf. I turn around and place the pasta on the side and face him, slinging my arms around his shoulders. 

“What kind of pasta are we making?” Jughead asks leaning his forehead down on mine. “Hmm, carbonara” I sigh and lean into him. His lips lean down to meet mine, hands holding onto my waist pulling me closer. His lisps moved in sync with mine, his tongue occasionally brushes against my bottom lip. Jughead pushes me further into the counter his body pressing against mine. I dragged my fingers through his hair and a soft moan fell from his lips. Jughead’s hand slipped under my shirt holding my waist closer. 

“ salut bébé” my mother calls entering the kitchen. “ Oh mon Dieu” she gasps and we pull apart instantly, shocked looks on our faces, I lightly pushed Jughead off of me so I could speak to my mother. He stood there frozen in his place looking very awkward. My mum stands across the room from us with her arms crossed in front of her with a large smirk on her face. 

“ Mère je voudrais que tu rencontres mon petit ami Jughead” I ramble to my mum, Jughead looks at me in amazement. 

“Jughead?” my mother asks in her thick French accent in confusion. 

“Oui Jughead’s son nom” I explain that Jughead was his name to settle her confusion and she comes towards us, a warm smile on her face. “It is my pleasure to meet you Jughead” my mum speaks, her accent thick making the words disjointed. She reaches her hand out to Jugs and he takes it graciously shaking it. 

“It’s nice to meet you too Ms Y/L/N” Jughead replies “Y/m/N” she replies with a warm smile. She turns to me and returns to her more comfortable native tongue. 

“  Je vais vous laisser deux seuls, donc vous pouvez monter dans votre chambre, mais pas drôle d'affaires. d'accord?” she says sternly directing us to go up to my room, but for no ‘funny business’ to take place. 

“ Mère, vous n'avez pas à vous soucier de cela, pas sous votre toit, je me souviens”  I sigh I look over at Jughead to see his face still in shock.

“je t'aime, mon ange” she gives me a kiss on the cheek and sends us on our way. 

We head up the stairs to my bedroom and I have to practically drag Jughead to my room as he is still in shock from the episode that just took place. We reach my room and I shut and lock the door behind me. He slumps down on the bed and looks up at me in amazement. 

“Alright Hannah Montana, What the hell was that?” he says sarcastically obviously. 

“What are you talking about?” I laugh my words out, shaking my head going to sit down next to him on the bed. 

“I’m talking about my girlfriend, who I’ve been with for months, living a double life” he says looking at me with wide joking eyes. 

“Shut up Jughead, you knew I was half french”

“Yeah but I didn’t know you were fluent in the french language” he retorts shaking his head. I just let out a soft chuckle. “It kinda did something to me, If you know what I mean” I said nervously, stretching with neck. His adams apple bounced with anticipation. 

“ Mon Jughead comme ça quand je parlais français” I lean over and whisper into his ear asking if he enjoyed me speaking french. Goosebumps raised on his arms as I did so. He nodded slowly and turned his head to face mine. We were only inches apart from one another. 

“ Tu es si beau… Je t'aime Jughead” I whisper looking into his eyes. He looks back, his hands coming up to stroke my face “I love you” he whispers back and leans to press a single kiss on my lips. 

“And you speaking french just makes me love you more to be perfectly honest”   

anonymous asked:

what are samefoods?

Samefoods or samefooding is a community word to describe the autistic trait of eating the same food over, and over and over.

Sometimes this can last a life time, sometimes it can last a few weeks or months before changing to a different food or group of foods.

A lot of times it is not just a preference, it is need. But not like a craving. It is part sensory, part routine driven in most cases. A lot of times we samefood because we need that particular mouthfeel / texture / taste, and a lot of times even after that need passes, it turns into a need for routine until you actively dislike that food again.

My biggest same foods are are fruit and orange juice, lemonaid, and limeaid, which swap out with Coke and Orange Fanta. I samefood both coffee and tea, and that one usually lasts several months before I switch. I samefood a strawberry banana orange smoothie almost every morning.

When I’m not eating fruit and veggies, I sometimes cycle to eggs, or to pizza, or to frozen chicken of some kind, or to boxed pasta salads. But like, the thing is it has to be the right brand and it has to be cooked the right way and if it is not, I will just not eat.

And that is the basics of samefooding!

Jughead & Reader: No Turning Back

Summary: You’re an aspiring chef/baker so you make a lot of food for your friends. One day Jughead tries something you made and completely falls for you.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: Stay Young, Go Dancing - Death Cab For Cutie


“Ta-da,” Jughead said with a slight hint of sarcasm and over-confidence as he set the pan on the counter that contained something that used to resemble pizza. 

Archie raised his eyebrows. “What is this?” He asked his friend as he took off the oven mittens and tossed them on the island. 

Jughead looked a little surprised by Archie’s tone. “I mean, it’s not Pizza Hut or anything but it looks fine.” He shrugged as he sat down next to you. 

You couldn’t stifle a laugh. “Jughead, that’s not the color pizza should be,” you pointed out. 

He served himself a piece and took a bite after blowing on it to cool it down. “It’s… fine,” he said, obviously disappointed that he couldn’t even manage to cook pizza the right way. 

“Alright, everyone out,” you said as you stood up. You grabbed the pizza pan and set it on another counter to give yourself some space. 

“What are you doing?” Veronica asked as she pushed herself away from the wall. “Are you going to order real food?” She gave Jughead a pointed look and he huffed. 

You laughed. “I’m going to cook real food,” you said. “And I need space to do that.”

Jughead sat up straight. “You cook?” He asked. 

Archie gave him a look and shook his head. “Seriously, man, where have you been?”

Betty giggled. “Come on. Let’s give her some space to work her magic.” She grabbed Jughead’s arm and pulled him out of the kitchen as Veronica and Archie followed. 

You set to work.

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Cooking Sentence Starters

As requested by Anonymous.

  • “What’cha cooking?” 
  • “Something smells absolutely delicious!” 
  • “Need an extra set of hands?” 
  • “Do not have me turn around see you eating my cookie batter” 
  • “Are you making a three-course meal for an entire army?” 
  • “Can you get that out of the oven please?” 
  • “Uh, this pot is boiling over…”
  • “You should flour the rolling pin before you roll the dough.”
  • “Don’t mind me, I’m just taste testing.” 
  • “Are you baking dessert?” 
  • “How much sugar goes into this again?” 
  • “Want to help me make dinner?” 
  • “Am I doing this right?” 
  • “Why is the kitchen so smoky??”
  • “You got flour everywhere!” 
  • “How on earth did you get chocolate on the ceiling?”
  • “Apple pie or blueberry pie?” 
  • “I hope you like chicken!”
  • “Will you please stop sampling before I’m done!” 
  • “I think you cut a little too much onion for this…” 
  • “What on earth is this weird thing?” 
  • “Are you making fresh pasta?” 
  • “Oooh! This looks tasty!”
  • “What kind of fruit is this?” 
  • “Don’t tell me I mixed up salt with sugar.”
She shines like the christmas lights from across the street and walks like everyone in the world will know her name someday. She laughs until she cries and snuggles with her younger sister on Sunday nights. The white walls in her room are painted with imagination and sunlight, kind of like her. She eats buttery pasta for dinner and stays up until 1:00 AM for the simple thrill of it. She has a map in her mind filled with all the places she’s been and everywhere she dreams of going. She thought she loved him, but she never did. What she loves is taking risks, striped comforters, sandy braids, the turquoise sea. What she loves is bigger than any boy could ever be; she loves the world.
—  letters to my best friends, #3
Emimike domestic headcanon

I lost track of how many of these I already did, but here we go:

  • Michele is extremely tidy. Things have to be at the exact same spot as always or he feels uncomfortable and cringy.
  • Emil is an in-bed-eater. Every night before sleep he curls up in bed with a late night snack and watches an episode or two of his current favourite show
  • Michele is really angry about it, every night he keeps hissing at Emil to get out because the crumbs everywhere are disgusting
  • Eventually Michele gives up, he sees how tired Emil is every evening due to practice and school and dealing with such a grumpy boyfriend, so he lets him do it.
  • Over time he joins Emil because they both are just smol tired boys, so they cuddle and eat in the bed.
  • Michele is so angry about the pasta dishes Emil cooks. He even uses the wrong kind of pasta! It always tastes good, it just doesn’t taste right.
  • Emil keeps teasing Michele with “Fine, you can cook if you know better!” every time, he knows Michele can’t cook shit.
  • Emil really tries, though, he just doesn’t know the real Italian stuff and also
  • “No, we’re not spending that much money on fricking c h e e s e, Mickey!”
  • They’ve been together for over 4 years and Michele still instinctively slaps Emil’s hand when he wants to touch Sara sometimes.
  • When they visit Emil’s family, they find out Emil’s dog hates Michele. They both are really sad about it, but Michele is just not an animal person and the doggo can feel it.
  • They eventually get a cat later in their relationship. So Emil has to take care of two grumpy idiots.