A round-up, or rodeo if you will, of things I enjoy.
“Pòg bho ghille gun fheusag, mar lite gun salainn.”
- seanfhacal ‘s Ghàidhlig
(A kiss from a fellow without a beard is like porridge without salt - Gaelic proverb)
Edmund Dulac
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Whattttt? how did I not know about this?
Quick note: the lines don’t have to point upwards and straight next to each other, you can point them in any direction you want.
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That shit’s only adorable when Amelie does it
What is overnight oats?
Overnight oats (OO) is basically oats soaked in the liquid of your choice. Either milk or yogurt, but you can always experiment with other kinds. It is often chilled overnight (hence the name) and usually left uncooked. However you can heat it up if you prefer to. It is perfect for days when you are in a rush to make breakfast, just make it in a jar the day before and it’s ready to go the next day.
You can add any kinds of toppings you want to it. You can add fresh fruits, nuts, dried fruits, peanut butter, etc. Many people also add chia seeds to the overnight oats. Be adventurous and try new additions, you might be pleasantly surprised!
This is also good to put together with your kids, let them play around with their favorite toppings and learn more about fruits and nuts, etc. There’s no or minimal cooking involved, so it’s safe for them as well.
In the following list, there are several sites that provide the recipes for a basic overnight oatmeal, and if can continue from there if you want to create your own personal one-of-a-kind oatmeal. Have fun! Remember, healthy doesn’t mean boring or tasteless!
Mint Chocolate Chip Overnight Oats
Strawberry Cookie Butter Overnight Oats
Skinny Overnight Oats in a Jar
6 flavor varieties of Refrigerator Oatmeal
- Mango Almond Refrigerator Oatmeal
- Blueberry Maple Refrigerator Oatmeal
- Apple Cinnamon Refrigerator Oatmeal
- Banana Cocoa Refrigerator Oatmeal
- Banana Peanut Butter Refrigerator Oatmeal
- Raspberry Vanilla Refrigerator Oatmeal
- Basic Overnight Oats
- Pumpkin Peanut Butter OO
- Strawbery Banana OO
Chocolate Cake Batter Overnight Oats
Overnight Blueberry Almond Oats
Overnight Refrigerator Oatmeal with Berries
Banana Cream Pie Overnight Oatmeal
- Cherry Chocolate Bomb Vegan Overnight Oats
- Blueberry Vanilla Banana Soft Serve Vegan Overnight Oats
- Peanut Butter and Jam Vegan Overnight Oats
- Strawberry Banana Softserve and carob Vegan Overnight Oats
- Banana Split Vegan Overnight Oats
- Gingerbread Pumpkin Vegan Overnight Oat Parfait
- Neapolitan Vegan Overnight Oat Parfait
Pumpkin Delight Vegan Overnight Oat Parfait
Vegan Scottish Overnight Oats with Blueberry Banana Softserve Parfait
Basically these are the more popular and interesting creations of overnight oats that I found. However, this list is by no means exhaustive! Get creative and come up with your own favorite recipe.
The picture and recipes do not belong to me but to their respective owner.
P.s: Here’s a link on how to spice up your oatmeal.
http://gettingahealthybody.tumblr.com/post/29385595274/how-to-spice-up-your-oatmeal-oatmeal-101-in-a
This would be good to make before work so i have something ready to eat for breakfast/supper when I get home in the morning….
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Asking someone out by mailing them a bunch of rebuses for the time, day and place
I actually don’t want to date anyone who doesn’t think this is amazing and brilliant
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I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.
Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.
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Get out Canada
I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!
Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all. I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late. And we’ve been together ever since.
Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles. But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress. We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier. I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here. It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.
Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart.
I remember my first eagle ceremony like it was yesterday, There was a huge storm that day and my parents tried to make me wait a few days until the storm subsided. But I was not waiting to get my eagle. So I stood out in the field closest to my house. Thunder rumbling, lightening cracking, and hurricane force winds, but I stood my ground. I was getting me eagle that day if it killed me. I raised the giant american flag as high in the air I could and began waving. The flag was hard to hold with all of the wind, and water the flag was soaking up. It was getting harder to hold by the minute and the storm was getting worse and worse. I was beginning to loose hope that my eagle would ever come. Then as the lightening flashed and the thunder boomed its loudest and its brightest, I saw Bravery flying towards me. So strong, young, and majestic. We both braved the storm to find each other and to this day we are best friends.
My parents say I’m not old enough for my first eagle yet, but my brother’s ceremony was so cool! I still don’t think “Starry” was a good name though, because now once I get mine everyone’s going to want me to name it “Stripy.”
So here in the Washington DC area, a lot of use do our eagle ceremony all at the same time in the national mall area near the monument of our choice. I decided to do mine at the WW2 monument with a bunch of my friends. We all ran in a circle around the fountain in the middle of the monument, waving our flags behind us as we ran. I was a small kid so the flag was really heavy for me. I almost tripped more then once. After almost an hour of running around with no hope, I started singing the US Air Force song, cause you know its my favorite. All the other kids started singing along. Then out of nowhere 12 of the most majestic birds you had ever seen came out flying in circles beside us. These guys looked like some real dogfighter. We all decided that our singing was a sign and named all our birds after Ace WW2 pilots. I know its not real traditional to name your bird something like that, but me and Gabby Gabreski have been happy ever since.
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