The photo series ‘Per Color’ reveals the intentional design of supermarkets, where colorful packaging lures us to products which we’ve lost every natural relation to.
For magic improvements on thing that is already perfect:
Use one spoon white sugar, and one spoon brown if you have it.
After microwave, before noms, add vanilla ice cream.
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salt is a flavour enhancer, add just a tiny dash, not enough to make it salty.
Because I love you all.
reblogging cause i need to save this
A note for those who have trouble measuring butter with a spoon as I do: one cup I am sixteen tablespoons. Butter/margarine bricks are usually a half a cup, so just cut one eighth of that amount
These are really good! And yes, for the love of god, if you have it use white sugar and brown sugar, add just a pinch of salt, and as many chocolate chips as you darn well please. Great with icecream, whipped cream on top, or a tall glass of milk (keep in mind you gotta eat it with a spoon, you can’t dip it in milk)
Super college friendly (trust me)
per being college-friendly, if you don’t want to go buy ingredients and/or have a cramped living situation:
most restaurants have sugar packets, and i thiiink Starbucks has brown sugar sometimes too. guesstimate from someone who does a lot of baking, about four standard packets should be a tbspn
restaurants also have salt, McDonald’s usually has it in packets. don’t dump a whole packet in, just a dash
individually wrapped butter pats are usually a “fancy” restaurant staple, so idk your economic situation at that point, but if you see'em, snatch'em. two to three of these, depending on size, is a tbspn
vanilla is expensive these days, but the flavor is 100% essential. teeny-tiny bottles exist in most grocery stores, a good size for mug recipes
ofc flour doesn’t come free, but it too is often sold in small packages in many stores, usually cheap
store brand chips, or check for lowered prices on baking ingredients around/after holiday season (I’ve gotten some nice Ghirardelli products during holidays)
egg
If you have a Dollar Tree/Store with a FOOD section, you can get sugar, brown sugar, and a BIG bottle of imitation Vanilla from there. Check for salt too. Flour is iffy but you can get small 1lb things of flour for like .89 at the grocery store (same w/ sugar.) DEPENDING on your BUYER at Dollar Tree, they might also have chocolate chips. 2 packages of dollar store chocolate chips = same size as 3.99 package from the grocery store (and since I like my chocolate dark and bitter sweet it tastes better too.) Dollar Tree might also have EGGS. (And milk.) Smaller packages but if you’re a college student w/ a small fridge, don’t knock those small packages.
Oh yeah, and hey dollar trees generals 98 cents stores and even thrift stores might have a set of cheapo measuring spoons you can nab. DAISO, if in your area, is an excellent stop for cheap, small household items. Dollar Tree and 98 cent stores near me sell boxed milk, Gossners, which are cheap and have a long shelf life until opening. I like the taste and that they don’t go bad as fast as carton/jug milk.
A woman is transformed into a succubus without any awareness of it whatsoever.
She thinks that, in a simple stroke of luck, she’s just gotten very good at finding other people online who care about her special interests.
Men and women hang on her every word. They will do what she says. They will think what she thinks. They will get for her the things she wants.
Luckily what she wants is not power, not fame, not money or romance or sex. What she wants is to tweet about the long-canceled, long-forgotten, straight-to-VHS merch-shilling cartoon she adored as a child in the 90s.
The series is trending #1 on Twitter overnight. Dusty old plastic dolls are suddenly worth millions. Bootleg clips surface by the dozens. The national economy pivots, just a bit, just a little, in the echo.
Her Twitter skyrockets to become the single most followed account in a week’s time. The interests of the world pivot to mirror hers.
She links her cats instagram, where she uploads all her cutest photos of her cats, along with merch hauls, pet care tips, advice for new cats owners, and brand recommendations.
Shelter adoptions surge in the wake, millions of cats brought home to houses preemptively stocked with all the necessary supplies, bedding, and accommodations.
She writes a loving review of the little-known books she’s reading, and it’s sitting at the top of the New York Times Bestseller list the very next day. The author is hardly prepared for the out-pouring of attention and love flooding her inbox the next day.
The woman blogs about her favorite little tea set. Tea sales now outperform coffee in both popularity and revenue at every single Starbucks and Dunkin worldwide.
She posts about her herb garden, and interest in gardening surges to an all time high. People who haven’t had any passionate hobbies in decades are suddenly growing little basil sprigs, and remembering like a long-forgotten friend the joy of crafting with their hands.
There’s a new book title mentioned on her twitter every few hours, and libraries and book stores simply can’t keep up with demand. Libraries themselves are swarmed with unprecedented popularity, and massive funding increases are fast on its heels. And global literacy rates jump.
The more experienced denizens of the internet worry for her. They’ve seen this cycle before, where a personality reaches sudden unfathomable heights of popularity, only to be torn down a month later for being too cringey, too over-stayed, too problematic.
But by the nature of what she is, people cannot hate her.
Dedicated troll blogs feel a pang of guilt even tagging her handle, and delete drafts with a deep sense of shame. It makes them stop and wonder what joy they used to get out of cutting people down online. Most delete their accounts. Most think about buying a few succulents instead.
She sends a tweet “Please don’t use the internet to bully others ~(=^･ω･^)”
And the rest of the troll accounts vanish in its wake.
Six months later, she deletes her Twitter.
There is no fanfare. No announcement. No build-up. She simply misses the peace of living her own quiet life with her cats and her herb garden and her tea set and her many, many, many books.
The internet mourns for her. They speculate on where she went, who she is, and what could have caused this. Many of them would likely be able to find her real identity and track her down, but they don’t want to do that to her. They don’t want to do anything she wouldn’t want them to do. It’s in the nature of what she is.
She’s left them suddenly, the whole world, infected with a strange new compassion for the obscure, for the peaceful, for each other. The ripples don’t stop. Things sway in larger scale to the more benevolent, to the more environmental, to the more educational, as 7 billion people are inoculated with the desire to make proud the woman who simply loved plants and books and animals and compassion and obscure 90′s media.
Every now and then, she appears again. Always under a different account, a brand new handle, a nameless anonymous tag. She reappears to promote another book, or to go on long meandering rambles about her favorite Pokemon, or to review an old Warrior Cats fanfiction she loved from years ago, or to just post a few photos of her sprouting herbs.
Each time, people find it. Like moths to a flame, people gravitate to her and the views, notes, clicks explode. The book sells out. The Pokemon reaches #1 trending. The fanfiction author (now a married mother of three) opens her old email to the inexplicable sight of several-thousand new reviews. The herb photos simply make people happy.
And she’ll move on. Delete, remake, however often or much as keeps her happy. And people speculate every time that something of this nature goes viral that it’s her again, that it must be, but they can only ever guess.
She crosses people’s minds often. Usually with a smile on their face. Usually with a passing thought to do something just a bit kinder that day.
mood: currently in a corner sobbing. seriously, this was beautiful.
