As I took a stroll around my neighbourhood the other day, I spied in a garden almost fully-grown Red Kuri squashes (and heaps of gorgeous dahlias), which made me worry my butternut squash, still flowering, won’t give us vegetables this year… But which also inspired me to buy one (Red Kuri, not butternut!) at the market) and make this deliciously warming Spicy Red Kuri Squash Soup!
Ingredients (serves 4 to 6):
Preheat oven to 200°C/395°F.
Halve Red Kuri squash, and remove the seeds (you can keep, clean and let some dry, to sow later). Cut squash into large pieces, and place into a large baking dish. Peel and halve onion, and place in the middle of the dish as well. Sprinkle with fleur de sel, dried thyme and Red Chili Flakes. Drizzle generously with olive oil.
Place in the middle of the hot oven, and roast, at 200°C/395°F, 1 hour. Remove from the oven and wait about 5 minutes. Combine roasted Red Kuri squash and onion and boiling water in a blender, in batches if necessary, and whizz until smooth.
Heat over medium heat in a large pot or saucepan, and stir in demerara sugar until melted.
Serve Spicy Red Kuri Squash Soup hot!
On a long, grey and rainy day, this fragrant Honey Lavender and Lemon Tea will not only warm you up, it will also sooth you and cheer you up with the Summer-y scent of lavender fields. Happy Friday!
Ingredients (serves 1):
Cut three slices of lemon and place them into a large mug. Spoon dl into a tea ball, and close tightly; place into the mug as well. Fill mug to three-quarters with boiling water. Steep 7 minutes.
Remove tea ball (lavender can go in the compost). Stir in honey until melted, and top with more boiling water.
Enjoy Honey Lavender and Lemon Tea hot.
The Gradient of Boiling Water
- the whumpee being forced to put their hands/feet into pots of boiling water, scalding the skin and destroying the nerves
- having boiling water being thrown in their face, extreme pain and burns near their eyes. frantically putting their hands to their face to help
- being forced to drink boiling water, being burned from the inside out. their throat closes up from the burns, and they cant eat, speak, or drink for days
- the whumper making them wait for the water to boil, that slow anticipation of extreme pain as they both wait
- being rescued and the caretaker just looks down at all the burns and covers their mouth in anguish
- having flashbacks almost every time they try to cook something afterwards, being unable to even fill a pot with water
(Ssssshhhh, this is a secret. You didn’t see anything.)
He needs the sound of someone else’s voice marking the ten-count, as his eyes shut as tightly as he can make them and his own thoughts stutter to a halt. The heat of the boiling water he is submerged in up to the knuckles, and the feeling of the coating detaching from his skin, gets worse with every second that passes.
He tells himself it won’t burn, the water won’t leak through the coating, it never has. But every time he is terrified that it will.
And every time, the itch gets worse and worse. It’s an itch so acute it becomes pain, and he hisses in his throat in fae-voice and makes a soft whining sound with his human one simultaneously, his hand starting to shake as he forces himself to be still.
He’s used to having his hand forced down, held steady while the merchant counts the time. It’s so much harder to hold still all by himself. His arm is trembling, blood pounding, afraid he’s going to burn it’s getting worse he’s going to burn he’s going to burn-
[REDACTED]’s voice marking the ten brings him back and he yanks his hand out of the water all at once, flinging water droplets as the pitch detaches. It sloughs off in the exact shape it had held over his hand, dropping with a soft scrape of sound onto the ground, like a disembodied set of fingers all its own.
The boy lets out a breath of sheer relief as the itching finally subsides and then fully fades away for the first time in almost a month, stretching each talon out and feeling air against the rough skin right up to where the wickedly curved claws begin.
“Thank you for c-counting.” His voice is breathy, still looking down at his hand. Without the pitch covering it, the scars from where the talons were attached are much more obvious. “I’ve never done it al, alone before.”
It had just started to boil so that’s better than a full ass boil but my hands a little shakey and these shits THUMPIN. And a lot of them little mini hairs are gone now. Fuuuuck 😭 they lowkey feel like they’re jammin to whatever spongebob & them jellyfish was jammin to
…So that’s how Todoroki got his scar…
My favorite part of baking with raisins is the fact that you have to boil them
…those stuck in the Fire, given boiling water to drink that tears their bowels?
Quran, Chapter 47, verse 15
Me: *Takes shower with water on the hottest setting to get my body ready for the flames of hell*
Me: *exits the bathroom an hour later looking like a lobster as steam fans out around me.*
FEEL THE BURN. EMBRACE IT. SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FLESH.
“In fair Verona where we lay our scene …”
The debate: is a 🅱️optart ravioli, or a sandwich? Sandwiches are not meant to be boiled, but ravioli is, so we test the 🅱️optart’s nature that way. Note, this was before someone informed me that you’re supposed to oil your finished noodles, NOT the water. My life has been changed.
It is ready …
Fight well, soldier.
“Oh—oh no, what have I done—“ It is here that I remember that 🅱️optarts are just really shitty bread with disgusting jam. I hold my tongue and let the 🅱️optart boil.
Checking for signs of life.
“H-h-hot” stuttered the Whumpee, crouched on the floor, their face contorted in pain.
“Too hot?” Answered the miffed Whumper, “You said you were cold just a minute ago.” They stopped and scratched their chin, humming a bit and staring at the Whumpee.
“I know! How about some more water,” the Whumper said, hefting another scalding bucket.
The screams followed a moment later.
I just poured boiling water on my hand for a solid ten seconds before realizing “aw shit this hurts” and screamed
So in conclusion I am dumb