aniseandspearmint
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Hope you feel better. Also, if you’re looking for a less sweet honey, sage honey seems less sweet than other honeys, to me at least? I’ve heard that barley honey isn’t as sweet either. IDK for sure tho, I’ve never gotten to try it.

I get my honey from Bee Folk, so it’s down to whatever honey they have when I see them, and I haven’t seen Sage or Barley among them. I may have to check their website and see if they show up on there at any point.

I know the Killer Bee is particularly sweet, and if I wanted to go downstairs for the rest of the honeys, the Carrot one is a bit less sweet, and also has a touch of a bite to it, and Radish has a nice bite to add flavor to the sweet. Palmetto tastes like dried fruit (not quite raisins, but they’re the only dried fruit I have a clear taste memory of), but in the tea, it tastes fantastic.

I’m mostly trying to find where my limits are on each of the honeys, regardless of level of sweet, so I can keep that in mind for the next cold, and use suitably large amounts of honey in my tea.

morgynleri:

Today’s experiment: How much honey can I stand to put in my tea before I can’t drink it, and which of the various honeys I have are best for it?

Why? Because the prescription cough suppressant isn’t keeping up with all of it, and my ribs are sore from coughing and advil doesn’t fucking work on that pain. And honey in my tea? Keeps the coughing down that the prescription doesn’t.

Now, on with the experiment!

I have half a dozen different jars of honey, most of them crystalized, just for reference. Orange Blossom, Killer Bee, Palmetto, Wildflower, Cotton, and an unlabeled jar which bugger if I remember what it was.

I already know that using Cotton Honey in tea means the tea tastes like I’m drinking it through a piece of cotton fabric, which is just. Bleah. So that one I’m not even bothering with.

Orange Blossom is my usual go-to for honey in my tea, and is currently possessed of a tiny amount of liquid honey and a lot of crystalized honey. One large spoonful of the crystalized honey from it requires a little lime juice to balance it out, but is still within tolerance limits for sweetness.

Palmetto is still liquid and transparent. Wildflower is liquid but cloudy with the beginnings of crystalization. Unlabeled, like the Orange Blossom, has a tiny bit of liquid on top. Killer Bee is crystalized but soft.

Unlabeled may be a run of cranberry or radish that never got to labels before people were buying them, or it may be holly if that isn’t a toxic honey, because my brain insists on remembering it being holly, but they hadn’t gotten the labels ready in time. Whatever it is, is tasty with a bit of a bite.

And the Wildflower is a Mid-Atlantic wildflower, so while not necessarily very very local, is still at least regional. Even in-state, since I get from The Bee Folks, who are in MD.

Cup of tea just finished: Palmetto Honey, about the same amount as I’d added of Orange Blossom before. I think I can add about twice as much before I start making faces about the level of sweet. Also somewhat tempted to pour a spoonful of this honey down my throat without the tea.

… Ok, scratch somewhat. Did just swallow a spoonful of honey straight. *makes several faces about the level of sweet* Throat is making the same itchy feelings of right before a coughing fit, but no coughing. This is nice. Still not doing that again. Needs some not sweet to balance it or I’m going to not be able to deal with any sweet for a week.

@thebibliosphere
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re pain in the ribs: apparently if you bend your knees while coughing it relaxes an upper body muscle so coughing shouldn’t hurt? I haven’t had the chance to try it get but my massage therapist was telling me how to avoid spraining my ribs again this year when I get my eventual chest infection so maybe that might help if you can manage it?

also *hugs* hope you feel better soon and the tea helps 😦

From the brief experiments run when I saw your reply – knees bent toward chest do indeed help the coughing not hurt so much, however, body shape gets in the way of sitting like that, so stopping coughing before it gets started is probably still best. (On the other hand, that will be useful for when dealing with coughing fits that neither the meds nor the honey can stop, so my lungs can clear gunk out.)

*hugs back* I’ve managed awake all day since I woke up, which is better than the last couple of days. (Wednesday I slept lots, yesterday I had several naps but not as much as Wednesday.)

And thank you! 🙂

derekplaysviola:

Man, the acting work on Leverage is just so superb at all times??. I just rewatched some of Kane’s scenes in “The Big Bang Job” and he knocks it out of the park there.

Like, just as an example, when he and Moreau meet again for the first time, he looks him straight in the eye, clearly knowing that he can’t give an inch, can’t show weakness. And it almost works, he almost seems unaffected, except for one second right in the middle where his eyes flick away

Like he can’t help himself, like it’s too hard for him to look, remembering who he was with that man, who he has to be in that moment.

And it’s such a small thing, it’s nothing in that scene and still we get an understanding from it – that this is hard for Eliot, that he’s unsure and fucking terrified.

Kane managed to get that vulnerability across in nothing but an eye movement and honestly I’m just fucking blown away sometimes from the acting abilities in Leverage.

Today’s experiment: How much honey can I stand to put in my tea before I can’t drink it, and which of the various honeys I have are best for it?

Why? Because the prescription cough suppressant isn’t keeping up with all of it, and my ribs are sore from coughing and advil doesn’t fucking work on that pain. And honey in my tea? Keeps the coughing down that the prescription doesn’t.

Now, on with the experiment!

I have half a dozen different jars of honey, most of them crystalized, just for reference. Orange Blossom, Killer Bee, Palmetto, Wildflower, Cotton, and an unlabeled jar which bugger if I remember what it was.

I already know that using Cotton Honey in tea means the tea tastes like I’m drinking it through a piece of cotton fabric, which is just. Bleah. So that one I’m not even bothering with.

Orange Blossom is my usual go-to for honey in my tea, and is currently possessed of a tiny amount of liquid honey and a lot of crystalized honey. One large spoonful of the crystalized honey from it requires a little lime juice to balance it out, but is still within tolerance limits for sweetness.

Palmetto is still liquid and transparent. Wildflower is liquid but cloudy with the beginnings of crystalization. Unlabeled, like the Orange Blossom, has a tiny bit of liquid on top. Killer Bee is crystalized but soft.

Unlabeled may be a run of cranberry or radish that never got to labels before people were buying them, or it may be holly if that isn’t a toxic honey, because my brain insists on remembering it being holly, but they hadn’t gotten the labels ready in time. Whatever it is, is tasty with a bit of a bite.

And the Wildflower is a Mid-Atlantic wildflower, so while not necessarily very very local, is still at least regional. Even in-state, since I get from The Bee Folks, who are in MD.

just-shower-thoughts:

Let us all take a moment to appreciate that our internal organs don’t itch

Says someone who has clearly never spent time dearly wishing that their esophogus and estation tubes and other places that cannot be scratched because they’re inside would stop itching.

Oh, and what the heck would you call the feeling in your throat that makes you want to cough? I mean, yes, tickle is one word. Itch could easily be another.

sexylibrarian1:

ravingliberal:

c0ffeekitten:

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c0ffeekitten:

A concept: mermaids in wheelchairs

Another: shapeshifters with stretch marks

Religious vampires trying to find ways to balance their ideologies with their needs

Sirens learning sign language so they can communicate without enchanting anyone

Disabled fairies who can’t fly pushing for accessibility

Spirits helping save people from fires and other natural disasters because they can access areas too dangerous for the living

Dragons becoming foster parents and providing super safe homes for “hordes” of children until they grow up

Female werewolves with facial hair and body hair not letting anyone make them feel bad about it

Fae snatching children from abusive homes and raising them in safety while the changeling wreaks havoc

Liberated genies using their power to fight for human rights

Witchy cooking shows where witches try to make specific potions or find creative magical solutions to problems

Psychic psychologists and medical doctors who are able to figure out exactly how to help even if their patient is non-verbal, young, or afraid of being honest because they’re with an abuser

Psychic teachers knowing just what to do to help students with learning disabilities

Yes please. 

I just slammed the reblog button so hard my phone broke.

maybe-this-time:

Everyone always wants to talk about Hook or Pan. Everyone always wants to debate which one is good and which is evil – who we’re supposed to follow and who we aren’t. The Peter Pan mythos has pretty much shrunk down to nothing but Hook and Pan (Hook, SyFy’s Neverland, Pan, OUAT, etc). Occasionally Tinkerbell factors in (Hook, Disney’s Tinkerbell, OUAT, etc). There’s one character, however, that always gets sidelined – which is puzzling since they are the main character of both the play and the book. That character is, of course, Wendy Darling.

Peter Pan is Wendy’s coming of age story. Wendy who decides to run away from home. Wendy who realizes that she must grow up – and that there’s no shame in that. Wendy who sees Peter as deficient and sees Hook as empty and decides that, no, she doesn’t want to be a part of that. Wendy gets the adventure she’s always wanted and she turns away because she realizes that it’s lacking. She’s the only one who truly sees the hollowness of being young forever. Barrie even says “You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls.”

People always debate on who the hero is. When they learn that Peter could be horrid they assume it has to be Hook. Of course, the answer is that neither of them are the hero. Wendy is the hero of the story. You’re not supposed to be like Peter, who kept every good and bad aspects of being a child and can’t tell right from wrong. You’re not supposed to be Hook, either. He let go of everything childish and loving about him and became bitter and evil. They’re both the extreme ends of the scale. You’re supposed to fall in the middle, to hold onto the things about childhood that make it beautiful – the wonder, the imagination, the innocence – while still growing up and learning morality and responsibility. You’re not supposed to be Hook. You’re not supposed to be Peter Pan.

You’re supposed to be Wendy Darling. 

writertobridge:

I saw this art by @bluedawn5 and immediately thought of an idea based off of the middle image. I thought about writing it for myself, just as a warm up, but screw it, if I’m writing it, maybe someone here will enjoy it.

Sorry for not getting to a prompt, but I was prompted by something, so it still counts, right?

Also, this isn’t for DD9 like the art is. Mainly because I really don’t know much about DD9.

Warnings for gun fire, gun wound, and blood.

Unexpected

Everything was a routine.

Julian walked to his apartment building, climbed two flights of outdoor stairs, reached the door numbered 316, unlocked it, and pushed himself inside. He flicked on the light, shrugged off his backpack, and felt the weight of class lift off his lanky frame as the bag and books inside landed with a deep thump on the tile floor next to the door. He stood for a minute, eyes closed, and sighed. Then he turned, reached over the bag, shut the door, and locked it. The world was gone. It was just him the silence that permeated in the solely owned space. Finally.

Julian left the bag by the door and walked into the kitchen. Dinner. He didn’t have enough money to order anything, but he was sure he had Chinese leftovers from Garak’s impromptu date two days ago. He was sure he could reheat it and–

“I was beginning to wonder if something rather troublesome had befallen you, my dear.”

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