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Hello loves!!! I recently asked for help coming up with a mocktail inspired by planet Adrian for a watch party and a commenter asked me to share the results so here’s a recap of what we made for the watch party! For the drink—the glitter looks so pretty to swirl around but it’s really hard to catch on camera, easier to see in videos. To the person who suggested doing a dropper of grenadine, GENIUS! The drops made very cool swirls and it tasted super good! Plus as long as you didn’t stir too much, it settled near the bottom of the glass which prevented the drink from becoming muddy and instead getting an orange-green gradient. See the last pic for the post grenadine drink 1st pic: Party Spread 2nd pic: our classroom planet model (+petrova line) 3rd pic: using the book as a decoration 4th pic: Planet Adrian Cocktail (minus grenadine). I measured by heart, but it was sour apple schnapps, a little lemonade, white grape juice, edible glitter. For the mocktail version, substitute sour apple schnapps for green apple jolly ranches dissolved in boiling water to make a syrup (1/2 water to 7 jolly ranchers). Finished with drops of grenadine to get the orange swirls. 5th pic: Meburgers (veal sliders on Hawaiian rolls). We torched the tops slightly on accident but luckily didn’t affect the taste 6th pic: Blip A rations, trying to translate the food Rocky eats so…two Tostitos scoops filled with homemade refried black beans 7th pic: Ilyukhina’s vodka, drinking pouches with vodka, white cran, splash of key lime juice, and simple syrup. 8th pic: Cup Noodles 9th pic: Taumoeba (milk tea) eating Astrophage (boba) 10th pic: twizzlers and sour skittles 11th pic: Rocky and Pebbles (chocolate rocks) 12th pic: Planet Adrian cocktail plus settled grenadine. Not pictured: breakfast burritos. You can see them off to the side in pic 7. To anyone having a watch party for friends, I would highly recommend this! It was a blast! Let me know if you have any other serving suggestions for a PHM watch party! submitted by /u/Then_Sir_1309 to r/ProjectHailMary [link] [comments]

I had the delight of dining on the second day after the menu change at Alinea last week. Here is a review of my experience: Act I: The Hive The entire dining room is suffused with the warm, amber glow of candlelight. In the center of the room is a long table, covered with what looks like dripping beeswax and honey. On the table rests a sculptural piece of ceramic ware resembling a beehive, with layered concentric pieces stacked on top of one another, and before it, a single black envelope sealed with golden wax. The kitchen is shrouded in darkness. All of a sudden, the lights glimmer on, and orchestral music starts to play. We are asked to break open the seals on the envelope, where we see a list of seven courses, all inspired by bees and honey. The servers, in unison, lift the top of the Hive, and the dinner begins. Spring onion cream, sweet and sour ramps, charred ramp top butter, nuggets of golden honey, amontillado sherry: One of my favorite dishes, and a fantastic start to the night. Creamy, fresh, with pops of sweetness from the honey nuggets and slightly acidic ramps. Regiis ova osetra caviar, with 2-month aged délice de bourgorgne, french chamomile honey and transparent leeks: The honey is divine—locally-produced, saccharine and floral—but to be honest, délice de bourgorgne is one of my least favorite cheeses, so I didn't like the dish on my first initial bite. The cheese is a tad too malodorous for my liking, overpowering the rest of the dish. But once I try pairing the leek (a very thin, almost translucent cracker that shatters in your mouth when you bite) with a small dollop of cheese, caviar and a swirl of honey, I’m surprised by how the flavors intermingle unexpectedly well. Preserved trumpet mushroom, jícama, toasted coconut vinaigrette, papaya confit in local honey: The preserved mushroom had an interesting pickled flavor, though the flavors of the jícama and papaya were rather light. The coconut vinaigrette had a sweet, creamy and toasted flavor, reminiscent of kaya jam (a coconut custard common in Southeast Asia) Confit abacaxi pineapple, jamón ibérico bellota, whole grain mustard oxymel, and opal basil buds: Oxymel is a medicinal syrup made of honey, vinegar and herbs, and I thought a very nice nod to the honey/bees theme. The pineapple was served as a flat, thin circle alongside a pair of silver tweezers, and we’re instructed to fold it over like a taco and consume the whole thing in one bite. Alpine sorrel leaf and frescura blooms, with honey and propolis droplets: This dish was a little awkward to eat (I had to precariously lift the sorrel leaf); flavors were rather forgettable. Shattered giant white european asparagus with roasted michigan straw cream, charred strawberry and niçoise olive compote, and caramelized honey: The straw cream is the most intriguing part of this dish; earthy, slightly sweet and almost vanilla-esque. The asparagus, however, is disappointing. It has a dry, desiccated texture that reminded me of rusk. Perhaps I’m being a bit harsh but personally, I feel dehydrating the asparagus is a waste of the beauty of such a fresh spring ingredient. It was more of a medium for the sauces, but even then, rather flavorless and added nothing to the dish. Wax mango, made from ataulfo honey mango and organic beeswax: This is a sweet dessert, a little chewy mango confection on a stick. (The mango skin is coated with wax and not edible—I asked.) I wish I could have said more about this dish, but unfortunately, we were rushed at this point from the end of the small bites to the kitchen, and I had to hastily stuff it in my mouth and wasn’t able to savor the flavor. Intermission After the first few bites, we are ushered inside the kitchen. We line up by the counter, where a curious metal contraption is placed. We are told it is an imperial shaker, a vintage hand-operated cocktail shaking machine (one of the eight in the world, apparently). The chefs demonstrate the machine and make a cocktail on the spot for the guests. My dining partner and I were doing the non-alcoholic pairing for the night, and while I found it thoughtful that they gave us a non-alcoholic mocktail made with mugicha, plum, pickled ginger and sudachi, I wished they could have asked beforehand and given us the option to try the alcoholic version that was made in the machine. Lined along the counter were a few plastic tubes and we were told to reach in, on the count of three, to a duck leg tsukune and salted plum skewered on a juniper branch. (If I’m being honest, the dish, which was dubbed “Fear Factor,” was a little gimmicky, and I didn’t see how the act of pulling something out from a tube contributed to the “fear factor” personally.) My friend thought the duck was too salty; I found it acceptable. It was a slightly smoky, flavorsome meatball on a stick, reminiscent of Japanese yakitori. Act II: The Main Act We proceed into the main dining room again, where the long communal table has been magically vanished, replaced with regular tables for each party. We are served the first of the main courses: Skatewing à la pharos siamois, fermented green peppercorn, tamarind, and bai horapa (Thai basil): This was served on a dramatically large platter, with a small morsel of skatewing brushed with tamarind sauce. The texture of the skatewing was a little dry and chewy, but this dish was one of my favorite of the night because of its bright and punchy flavor. The tamarind sauce was aggressively sour, but as someone who enjoys tamarind, it was very piquant and mouth-puckering. (I still have no idea what “pharos siamois” means—if anyone does, please enlighten me.) Barely cooked Aleutian king crab, served alongside cheddar popcorn velvet, crab shell caramel and kinome (sansho): The components of the dish sounded very exciting, but I couldn’t taste the popcorn, which was slightly overpowered by the cheesiness. Cracked maize snow, frozen butter chips and tellicherry black pepper: This dish tasted more like popcorn than the former. The snow melted when it touched your tongue, leaving behind the flavor of buttery corn, and then the spicy hints of black pepper. Sunflower sandwich with jerusalem artichoke wafers, roasted sunflower seed butter, and sunflower seed petals, and hand-harvested Hokkaido scallop with passionfruit, dijon, shaved vegetables: Both of these dishes were sadly, quite lackluster for me. Neither stood out, and didn’t really taste like much. I would have liked stronger flavors. Luckily, the next dish was much better. Softened tōgan (wax gourd), perfumed with saffron-mussel tea: Tōgan is what is typically referred to as winter melon in Asia, and the little piece was cooked to tender perfection, soft and melting with even the slightest touch of the chopsticks. The mussel tea was fragrant, aromatic, and richly flavored, like taking a sip of the briny ocean that was distilled down to its essence. The dish was simple but beautiful. Seedless concord grape, topped with house-milled lightly toasted white sesame oil: A translucent orb served in a beautiful crystal bowl; truly a work of art. We thought the grape would be more like a spherification (à la molecular gastronomy style) dish, but it was more like a gummy candy. The taste and texture reminded me of those Japanese grape gummies, with a very sweet, concentrated grape juice flavor (very saccharine and concentrated). The sesame oil was very light, almost imperceptible. Steamed Spanish turbot, with a périgord black truffle and banana mousseline, butter-braised sauerkraut, and caraway cabbage sauce: The dish was stunningly plated, but I wish it tasted as good as it looked. Both banana and black truffle are both strong, heady flavors, and together, produced a very intense, pungent (and in my opinion, unpleasant) taste that did not complement the delicacy of a white fish like turbot. Carbonized rio red grapefruit with extra virgin avocado oil and scotch bonnet chili: The grapefruit sorbet was very bitter, and this was all I could taste in this dish. The beverage that came with this was a lot better; a very unique drink made from scotch bonnet chili, but with the capsaicin (what makes chili peppers spicy) extracted. It tastes slightly floral and fruity, leaving your tongue tingling, but without any hint of spice. Roasted peanut sponge and massaman curry: A small but surprisingly tasty morsel, the sponge cake was filled with a deliciously aromatic and flavorful curry inside and dusted on top with peanut. 14-day aged white pekin duck, twizzled and poached rhubarb, szechuan peppercorns, and rhubarb rouennaise sauce made from duck liver. The duck was well-cooked, ruby pink in the center, fatty and tender, but what let the dish down were the accompaniments. The menu doesn’t seem to list it, but the dish included a parsnip vanilla “puree” with a strange texture, and a twizzled rhubarb that had the appearance and texture of licorice. It was slightly hard, sticky and I had to gnaw at it. The duck and sauce were good, but I wasn’t a fan of the other components. Bing cherry juice braised konbu, fermented cherries and périgord black truffle: This was like a little biscuit sandwich made with two cherry discs with truffle in between. I wished there was more sweetness and tartness from the cherry; an acidic or pickled element of some sort. Ribeye of Japanese wagyu beef, Italian udon noodle, flavored with smoked paprika, toasted bread purée, castelvetrano olive and artichoke emulsion: The pièce de résistance. This dish was exquisite, artfully plated like a Piet Mondrian painting. The server tells us the dish was inspired by Chef Grant Achatz’s travels in Japan and Italy, with ingredients like parmigiano reggiano in the sauce, wagyu beef, and an “Italian” udon, yet all of them work together in perfect harmony. The beef is dusted with black garlic and olive, and perfectly cooked. The toasted bread purée was deep, toasted, almost dark chocolatey; a fascinating flavor profile. Act III: Denouement We come, now, to the final act—dessert. Darkness falls and the music swells, rising to a crescendo. A line of servers march out in unison from the kitchen, sliding a piece of black acrylic onto each table—blank canvases awaiting their masterpieces. The servers swirl a trio of sauces on the surface, covering it with streaks of paint: date, chai and chocolate. A solid chunk of ice cream is shattered into smithereens. Everything is dusted with glittering, sugary snow. The ice cream and snow melt on the tongue, complementing the gingery spice of the chai, the smooth milkiness of chocolate, and the bitterness of coffee. I'm glad they kept this iconic dessert format, despite the change in the menu. The petit fours (e.g., a meringue, a fudgy chocolate short crust thing) were ok, but not particularly memorable. Top 3 dishes: Ribeye wagyu Tōgan and mussel tea Spring onion cream (the first dish) Overall thoughts (the tldr): The best way I can describe a meal at Alinea is to liken it to a musical performance—because that’s what it is, a work of art. Like a musical piece, it has its highs and lows. Not every dish hits, but when it does, it takes your breath away like a soaring aria. I truly enjoyed the theatricality and artistry of Alinea, and appreciated the depth, complexity and thought that goes behind the crafting of each and every dish. The food was good (not perfect), but the dining experience at Alinea transcends that—it’s an experience. When you dine at Alinea, it’s not just dinner and a show; the dinner itself is the show. (Oh, and I forgot to mention—the meal was looong. Not that I'm complaining. We started at 9pm and ended past midnight. Service was flawless. We left with gifts of pancake mix, jam, honey and butter. Thank you to the chefs and the staff for the incredible journey.) submitted by /u/anothercupcake to r/finedining [link] [comments]

I make non-edible potions as a hobby, and I use mica powder for the shimmer of the liquids. I'd like to be able to make edible potions for my friends, but can't find something I'm comfortable buying. This is about what I'm looking for, but there's two problems... I don't know how much I trust an amazon listing for something it says is food safe to actually be food safe I'm not sure if there's a difference between edible glitter and luster dust, given that both terms show up in that item's title. Edible glitter seems to me like it would be grittier than luster dust but I could just be mistaken. submitted by /u/RASPUTIN-4 to r/DnDIY [link] [comments]

My kid’s 10th bday party was finally today! (Their actual bday is next weekend; I know I’ve been posting a lot along the way). With so much thanks to many of you, we had an amazing Ghibli-themed event: Calcifer’s flames (Cheetos), Howl’s Potion Station (drinks with edible glitter and some fun sciency color tricks), Medicine from the River Spirit (peanut butter protein balls), Soot Sprite cake pops for favors, a No Face piñata with chocolate gold coins, Laputa crystals (agar candy someone here recommended - so much fun to make), tiny cacti for a living thing to nurture (as a take-home present), a cardboard drawing of No Face w a mouth cut out to toss frisbees in, etc. This is the cake I ended up making: No Face in his gluttony era! (And omg he weighed like a billion lbs) I learned a lot in the process, and totally cracked myself up along the way. Thanks for everyone’s help w ideas! ❤️ Now to collapse! ETA: I’m not normally a fondant person, but I could not get black frosting dark enough so gave in. Don’t judge me or my crappy fondant work Lol submitted by /u/DrLongivan to r/ghibli [link] [comments]

A while ago I asked you guys if you had any ideas of what flask I could use for an Estus Flask kinda drink for this gaming night with my friends, and some of you requested an update on how it went. If you’re not interested in a lot of details about how I made this into a good gaming night with friends, you don’t have to read this book below. But it could be an inspiration source for those who might wanna do something similar with their friends in the future. To start off, it was a success! We played Dark Souls Remastered, passed the controller around when we died, reached a bonfire or beat a boss. And then we had to drink the ”Estus Flask” every time we did those things. Everyone had a great time and we’ll be continuing the journey occasionally until we beat the game together. Concerning the original post; we found a local brand of smoothies that had perfect shaped bottles for a cheap price, and we got drink smoothies out of it too! Here’s everything I did to make it as good as possible: • Found decorations and candles to set the mood and theme. I didn’t buy anything specific for decorating but I did buy the big bowl and the ladle cuz I didn’t have those. • I printed out a rules-sheet that I put up for everyone to see (See what rules I put up below.) • I printed out notes for everyone to rip if they wanted to skip a turn (cuz of gamer rage y’know.) • I made an alcohol drink that looks like an Estus Flask that you were to drink whenever you died, rested, etc. • I told everyone that we would supply the Estus Drink but that they could bring their own beverages too if they wanted to have something inbetween turns. • We were 8 people in total which was a pretty perfect number. Not too many so the focus wasn’t drawn away from the theme of the party and not too few for it to be somewhat stale or boring. Here’s the list of rules we came up with: • Drink whenever you die. Everyone else drinks whenever you beat a boss. • Drink how much you want when it’s time to drink. • Pass the controller to the next in line (we went clockwise and decided who would start with a d20 dice) whenever you die, beat a boss or reach a bonfire. However, if there’s a bonfire right after a boss, you get to be the one who reaches it if you beat the boss. • The one who reaches a bonfire gets to choose how you level up. • The one who has the controller gets to have the last word in any decision made in the game (like upgrading, yes or no questions with npc’s, etc.) • You get a ”Pass-card” that you can rip if you get gamer rage and wanna skip playing when you get the controller again. Only one skip per person. The things I noticed I wanted to change for the next time was: • Make a stronger drink. And more. Some didn’t follow the rules exactly with the Estus Drink and just drank it like they wanted to. Which I’m not gonna make into a big deal, so I’ll just make more next time. • The ”Pass-card” wasn’t used by anyone. But a friend came up with the idea that it could be used to be able to continue playing instead of passing the controller (only once ofcourse.) That seemed like it was more interesting for most. The Estus Flask drink we made was enjoyed by everyone and and everyone thought it was delicious. Here’s the recipe we used for around 4 litres: • 70 cl Spiced Rum • 10 cl Whiskey • 2 litres Fanta • 1 liter Orange Juice • Some Lime/Lemon Juice for some tang and flavour • Grenadine Drink Mix for the correct color • Gold Edible Drink Glitter until it feels right Thanks to everyone who gave us the good ideas! submitted by /u/themarigolden to r/darksouls3 [link] [comments]

I’ve got good news for anyone in Denver looking for a great drink. In my quest to find Denver’s best cocktail, I’ve visited six more bars and discovered six more drinks I’d put firmly in the “good enough to tell a friend about it” category. But our top three remain unchanged. Onward. In this installment, we review drinks from the following bars: Honey Elixir Bar Lady Jane Pretty Neat Williams & Graham Adrift Semiprecious Before we get going, feel free to revisit part 2 of this journey to see the scoring system and methodology. (Shortcut to current leaderboard here). ADRIFT: Let’s start with the obvious. I now know why Adrift was such a polarizing addition to the list. It’s a tiki-obsessed vibehall more than a bar for serious cocktails. We tried two, the Pearl Diver and an annoyingly eponymous beverage named… Adrift. The short is: the bar is fun. The drink presentation is very fun. The tiki drinks are just okay. The Adrift from Adrift ($20 btw!) has a secret recipe but I think it’s Rum 151 and pineapple juice. I kid. I’m sure there’s grenadine or something too. Top marks for unique atmosphere, though! HONEY ELIXIR BAR: Tucked away in an alley in RiNo, this little joint delivered La Bruja, one of the top four drinks—amusingly, a tiki—we’ve had so far on this journey. It’s a double-rum, herbal liqueur and smoky-wood flavored delight. And it comes in a sick skull cup. The bar’s top suggestion was quite forgettable, however. The Lucid Dream, undoubtedly a popular order, is a blue potion swirling with edible glitter. It has a long list of appealing ingredients that must, somehow, cancel each other out, leaving a pretty but plain-juice result. Points were not deducted for turning my lips a humiliating shade of glittery blue. Also, the Mountain Witchfire was very nice. Sort of like an alcoholic horchata. WILLIAMS & GRAHAM: I’ve been here before and I know the drinks can be incredible, so I was ready to be delighted. The current rotation didn’t deliver fireworks, but for the 4 people reading this who haven’t been to this speakeasy yet: the experience is top notch. Go. A solid showing for the Banshee from Loch Ness, a scotch and brown butter old-fashioned with chicory, served with a little shortbread cookie. Truly memorable and unique, but ultimately only ‘good’ on the flavor score. The Girl Dinner—a vodka, ricotta and fig blend—sounded exceptional. It was also solid, but fell short of expectations. PRETTY NEAT: Located down in the Speer neighborhood (a few blocks from Adrift), this very straightforward but cool hangout had some very respectable creations. Our favorite was The Absinthe of Fall. The combo of rum, coconut puree and absinthe does not seem like it should work. Like even a little. But, I’m drawn to recipes that sound too weird to be good, so I'm happy to report the result is a balanced but complex delight. I’m surprised that the bartender did not suggest this first but rather directed us toward the Midnight Clover and the Fey Walker, two velvety eggwhite gin martinis—blackberry/lemon and orange/elderflower, respectively. Would have both again. Would tell my mom to order The Absinthe of Fall. LADY JANE: The atmosphere in this place topped expectations. It’s a vibe. I demand a raise be given to whoever was in charge of the 90s/early 00s playlist. The Glasgow Kiss is a must-have for anyone who likes a deeply bitter beverage. Gin, bleu cheese, Campari, sherry, and housemade buckfast (which google tells me is a sweet, caffeinated, cherry- and molasses-flavored fortified wine). My lips are puckering just writing about this pleasantly piquant and assertive little concoction. The Rose Colored Glasses ended up being the exact opposite of this: an inconspicuous, cloyingly sweet blood orange and almond flavor…but it did come with a nice piece of white chocolate. SEMIPRECIOUS: This ‘secretly hip neighborhood bar in a former furniture showroom’ has a cool ethos and the lowest prices of anywhere we’ve been so far. They do a lot of pre-mixing and infusing with their cocktails, so they come fast. And they strive for minimal waste, so there’s no citrus or other garnishes (that we saw). The Guava Sour took away top marks for us. It’s like a pisco sour except vegan. Tart, smooth, balanced, zippy. Despite being only so-so on the mushroom and scotch-themed Porcini Vieux Carré and—it genuinely pains me to say this— strongly disliking the Radish Martini, I can tell they are serious about cocktail craftsmanship and technology. Take a date here. LEADERBOARD (Current top ten): Fire on the Li River (Cruise Room): 19.4 Money Tree (Bedlam): 18.2 The Chainsmoker (Bedlam): 17.9 La Bruja (Honey Elixir): 17.1 Glasgow Kiss (Lady Jane): 16.9 Guava Sour (Semiprecious): 16.5 The Absinthe of Fall (Pretty Neat): 16.2 Banshee From Loch Ness (Williams & Graham): 16.1 Mountain Witchfire (Honey Elixier): 16.1 High Tea (Cruise Room): 15.7 Click here for a spreadsheet of the full scoreboard and rankings. Please feel free to drop more bar suggestions in the comments below if you don’t see it on the “Bars” tab on the spreadsheet above. Nazdrave. submitted by /u/Professional_Fox3423 to r/denverfood [link] [comments]

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I’m making a pink coloured cotton candy cocktail for a party this month and I’m wanting to add pink edible glitter but I’m wondering if anyone knows if the edible glitter will make the drink pink coloured or will I also have to add pink food colouring ? Can anybody help me ? submitted by /u/nikteatro to r/cocktails [link] [comments]

Has anyone ever used edible glitter in drinks (lattes mostly)? I want experiment with a seasonal drink for my cafe with glitter sprinkled on top but I’m worried it would just melt in too quickly to make it even worth using. Might be better on a cold foam drink? Any suggestions or tips would be helpful! submitted by /u/Few_Veterinarian9370 to r/barista [link] [comments]

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/SocietyTiny784 AITA for telling my sister she's not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Originally posted to r/AITAH Thanks to u/soayherder for suggesting this BoRU & u/Choice_Evidence1983 u/PrideofCapetown u/FatYoshi & u/Lunastesia for finding the update BoRU 1 BoRU 2 Original Post Nov 3, 2024 Every year, our family does a big Thanksgiving dinner, and we all typically bring a dish or two. My sister, who’s a lovely person in every other way, insists on cooking something homemade every time. The issue? She’s… not a great cook. And I don’t mean just “not great”—I mean she has somehow managed to turn classic dishes into borderline inedible creations. For context, last Thanksgiving, she showed up with her “special recipe” stuffing that was over-seasoned with random spices like cinnamon and cardamom. It was dry, and the flavors were confusing and totally off for stuffing. Only one person took a small bite, and the rest went untouched. Another year, she brought a green bean casserole that had some kind of strange, chewy texture—she later admitted she used coconut milk and almond flour “to experiment.” No one wanted seconds of that, either. This year, I’m hosting Thanksgiving. Since I’m responsible for putting it all together, I wanted to keep the menu consistent so that people could actually enjoy a cohesive meal. I thought I’d avoid drama by asking her to bring non-food items instead—like wine, soda, or even some flowers. I explained to her (very kindly, I thought) that I just wanted to make things easy and streamlined, and I’d handle the main dishes. But she didn’t take it well. She got offended and told me I was being “controlling” and “shutting her out” of the family gathering. She then accused me of making her feel inadequate and said that Thanksgiving is about everyone contributing, not me deciding what’s “acceptable.” I told her that everyone appreciates her effort, but that she could contribute in other ways and still be part of it. She doubled down and said she’s bringing her “famous” green bean casserole whether I like it or not. Now, my mom and a couple of other family members have chimed in, saying I should just let her bring whatever she wants because “it’s Thanksgiving” and “it’s the thought that counts.” They’re acting like I’m committing some huge offense by wanting the food to be enjoyable for everyone and not have random experimental dishes that no one will eat. But I feel like I’m just trying to keep the meal enjoyable and, frankly, edible. I don’t think it’s wrong to want guests to actually enjoy the food, especially since I’m putting in a lot of effort to host. Am I really being unreasonable here? AITA? RELEVANT COMMENTS CrystalQueen3000 YTA It’s one dish that everybody knows is bad and won’t eat, why is it a big deal OOP I get where you’re coming from, but it’s not just “one dish.” It’s every year, and every year she brings multiple dishes with strange combinations that no one eats. And it ends up feeling awkward because she keeps pushing people to try her food, and you’re stuck pretending it’s not that bad or trying to avoid it altogether. It also feels like a waste of time, effort, and money, especially since it’s supposed to be a big family meal where we enjoy the food together. I just want people to actually look forward to the meal, not feel obligated to pretend they’re enjoying her “experiments.” I didn’t think it’d be a big deal to ask her to bring something else—it’s not like I’m uninviting her! But maybe I could’ve handled it differently? Choice-Second-5587 I'm just super curious what other things she's made. If you're willing to expand on a few more. I want to know how bad were talking here. OOP Oh, buckle up, because there’s a list. Here are some highlights from past family gatherings: Thanksgiving 2019: She made a “spicy cranberry sauce” that had whole chunks of jalapeno in it. She insisted it was “elevating the flavor profile,” but it ended up making people’s mouths burn while eating turkey. We tried to pair it with other stuff on the plate, but it was a no-go. Christmas 2020: She brought a “fusion mac and cheese” with wasabi and horseradish mixed in. Let’s just say it was a very unexpected flavor to experience in a traditionally creamy, comforting dish. There were some coughs and watery eyes at the table that night. Easter 2021: She made a “carrot salad” that had shredded carrots, raisins, and… sardines. She claimed it was based on some “Mediterranean recipe,” but I’m pretty sure no Mediterranean grandma would approve. Last Thanksgiving: This was the infamous “cinnamon cardamom stuffing.” She wanted it to be “warm and aromatic,” but it ended up tasting like a holiday candle. The texture was also super dry, and even though she noticed no one was touching it, she blamed it on us “not appreciating new flavors.” Family BBQ this past summer: She did a “BBQ tofu” thing that had an odd vinegar-peanut butter sauce. I don’t know what cuisine inspired that, but it didn’t belong anywhere near a grill. People tried to be polite, but most of it ended up going home with her. So, yeah… this isn’t just me being picky. She’s made some real “adventures” out of classic dishes, and I’m genuinely nervous for what she’s planning with this whole “Thanksgiving Trio Experience.” ~ Natural_War1261 Let her bring it. Maybe she's been practicing and it's good. If not, maybe she'll get the hint. OOP I see what you’re saying, but honestly, she’s been “practicing” for years, and it hasn’t improved. If anything, she’s getting more experimental and doubling down on weird flavors and substitutions. And I don’t think she’ll take the hint—she’s pretty proud of her cooking and genuinely seems to think we’re just “not appreciating” her creativity. If I thought it would lead to her realizing it’s not working, I’d let it go. But instead, she just gets upset if people don’t eat it, and it becomes this whole thing. I’m just trying to keep things simple and enjoyable for everyone without the awkwardness. Maybe there’s a middle ground I’m missing? ~ Impressive-Arm2563 A soft YTA. Just let her bring what she wants. It’s not hurting you, you don’t have to eat it. It might even be fun to pretend it’s the best thing ever and throw some away when she isn’t looking, to make her feel good. It could be part of the traditional holiday experience. OOP I get that, and maybe I am overthinking it. It just feels like a small battle I’d rather not have every year, especially when I’m hosting and trying to make sure everyone genuinely enjoys the meal. I mean, I can definitely go with the “smile and nod” approach for the sake of family peace, but it does feel a little exhausting to pretend every time. I guess I just don’t want to encourage her thinking that everyone actually loves it, especially when it’s clearly not working. But you’re right—it’s just food, and maybe I should focus more on making her feel included than on the menu being perfect. I’ll try to keep this in mind and relax about it! OOP Updated the next day/same post UPDATE: Alright, well, things have escalated fast. Thanks to everyone who offered advice—I tried to compromise, but it’s already turning into a whole thing, and Thanksgiving is still a few weeks away. After our last conversation, my sister was being pretty cagey about what she planned to make, so I reached out to my mom, hoping she could help smooth things over. Instead, she got defensive, saying I’m “overthinking” and that it’s just one dish. I told her I wasn’t sure it was just one dish anymore, especially after hearing about my sister’s grocery haul (including canned oysters and edible glitter). Then my mom let slip that my sister has been “hard at work” on some “creative menu” she’s planning as her “Thanksgiving surprise.” Apparently, she’s been telling the family group chat (which I wasn’t included in, by the way) that I’m being “controlling” and that she wants to “expand everyone’s palate” with something “truly unique.” To top it off, my cousin sent me a screenshot from the group chat where my sister said she’s bringing not one but three dishes to Thanksgiving now. She’s calling them her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience,” complete with their own place settings and little menu cards she’s designing. I’m officially panicking because I have no idea what she’s planning to serve, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not remotely traditional. At this point, half the family thinks I’m overreacting, while the other half is texting me with things like, “Is she really bringing glittered sweet potatoes?” I feel stuck—if I try to control it any more, I’m the bad guy, but if I don’t, Thanksgiving might turn into a tasting event for my sister’s avant-garde cooking. So yeah, Thanksgiving is weeks away, and it’s already become a family spectacle. I don’t know whether to brace myself or just preemptively order pizza. RELEVANT COMMENTS OOP when told to let the sister take charge for the meal Haha, I have to admit, that idea is very tempting! Letting her take the spotlight with her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience” while I sit back and sip on a glass of wine sounds like one way to make a memorable holiday—especially if everyone gets to see exactly what I was trying to save them from! It would be kind of poetic to just lean into the chaos and let her creations be the star of the show, for better or worse. I have a feeling it would definitely be a Thanksgiving to remember, even if I’d have to brace myself for the family reactions! It’s like a mix of “malicious compliance” and “hands-off hosting,” and I kind of love the idea of just throwing in some edible arrangements, a ton of drinks, and calling it a day. And yeah, if it all goes sideways, I’ll have plenty of “remember that one Thanksgiving” stories to pull out in the future! Thanks for the laugh and the wild suggestion—this might just be a holiday fantasy, but it’s definitely a fun one to think about! ~ inigos_left_hand Honestly I think you should just let her do this. It can be a new family tradition. Your sister brings something weird and inedible. You all ignore it and poke fun at her terrible cooking later. Is this really something you want to create drama over? OOP You’re right—maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. Letting her bring her “unique” dishes could actually become a funny little tradition if we let it. I mean, every family has its quirks, and maybe this is just one of ours. Instead of stressing about it, I could just embrace it and let her dishes be part of the Thanksgiving lore that we joke about later. It’s definitely not worth creating unnecessary drama over, and if we all just go with it, I bet it’ll be less awkward and maybe even entertaining in its own way. Thanks for the reminder to just roll with it and not take it so seriously! ~ jennybct Ooh, please update us after Thanksgiving! I can't wait to hear about her culinary experiments! OOP Haha, don’t worry—I’ll definitely keep you all posted! I’m honestly half-curious and half-terrified to see what she ends up bringing. If past holidays are any indicator, we might be in for some very “creative” dishes, and I have a feeling the family reactions alone could make for quite the story. So, stay tuned! If anything wild goes down, I’ll be back with all the juicy details after Thanksgiving. Fingers crossed for a low-drama meal… but let’s be real, I’m probably not that lucky! Update Nov 14, 2024 Alright, so Thanksgiving is now just a little over two weeks away, and somehow, things have escalated even further than I thought possible. I thought maybe my sister’s “Thanksgiving Trio Experience” would be the peak of the drama—well, turns out I was wrong. Since the last update, my sister has become fully committed to making her “dishes” the main attraction. She’s been dropping hints in the family group chat (which I’m still not included in, but shoutout to my cousin for the screenshots) about how this Thanksgiving will be “one to remember” and calling it her “Thanksgiving Debut.” She’s apparently been referring to herself as the “Thanksgiving Head Chef” and has hinted that she’s bringing some kind of “culinary surprise centerpiece” that will “transform the whole experience.” From what I can piece together, she’s planning a main “statement dish” in addition to her original three side dishes. I’m picturing something equally bizarre but on a much larger scale, and honestly, I’m terrified. If her green bean casserole was already pushing it, I can’t even imagine what she thinks is worthy of being the “centerpiece.” Then, to make things even weirder, my mom texted me privately and suggested that I “step back” this year and let my sister “shine” since she’s “so excited about her contributions.” My mom thinks if we just give her this moment, it’ll make her happy and she’ll “get it out of her system.” She even hinted that maybe I should “focus on decorations and drinks” instead of the main dishes, which feels like an attempt to turn hosting over to my sister without actually saying it. So now, I’m left with a choice: go along with my mom’s plan and let my sister essentially hijack Thanksgiving, or keep pushing back and risk a family showdown. I just wanted a nice Thanksgiving with dishes everyone would enjoy, but it seems like I’m either about to hand over the whole meal to her… or prepare for some serious drama. Thanksgiving isn’t even here yet, and it already feels like a circus. I’m half tempted to just sit back and see what chaos unfolds, but part of me is still worried about subjecting the whole family to whatever “artistic statement” she has planned. RELEVANT COMMENTS WifeofBath1984 I cannot figure out why you still haven't canceled hosting. If she wants to take over, let her do so in her own space. Why would you go through all those trouble to host your family when you're sister is actively planning sabotage? I would have already bowed out. OOP Honestly, I’m starting to feel the same way. At first, I thought I could manage the situation by setting boundaries, but it’s pretty clear my sister is determined to turn Thanksgiving into her personal stage, no matter what I do. At this point, it’s not even about the food—it’s about the sheer amount of effort I’m putting in just to have it overshadowed by her “artistic vision.” Bowing out does sound tempting, and I’m seriously considering it. Letting her host would give her the spotlight she clearly wants, and I wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of trying to balance everyone’s feelings. I guess I’ve just been holding out because I love hosting and didn’t want to let her take that away from me. But maybe it’s time to throw in the towel and let her take the reins… in her own house. You’re definitely giving me something to think about. Thanks! ~ Two-Complex Just let her do it and don’t cook a DAMN thing. Oh…and eat before anyone shows up. OOP Haha, that would be one way to handle it, right? Just let her have her “Thanksgiving Head Chef” moment and show up with a full stomach, no stress, and zero cooking on my part. I’m honestly so tempted to go this route—if she wants the spotlight that badly, I might as well let her handle everything and watch the chaos unfold from the sidelines. It might even be kind of satisfying to see her realize how much goes into hosting, especially if her “creations” don’t quite go over as she hopes. Thanks for the idea… this might just be the perfect “hands-off” Thanksgiving! NEW UPDATES Update Nov 27, 2024 Here we are, the day before Thanksgiving, and things have continued to spiral. I decided to let my sister move forward with her Trio Experience since pushing back more would only make things worse. I thought we had a plan—she’d bring her dishes, and I’d make sure there were plenty of other options to keep the peace. This morning, my mom let me know that my sister is now adding a “surprise dish” to her contributions. She’s been very secretive about what it is, which has everyone nervous after her past attempts. My mom thinks it’s sweet that my sister is putting in so much effort, but a few other family members are not as optimistic. My cousin texted me privately asking if I had backup food ready, and my dad casually mentioned bringing extra rolls, “just in case.” At this point, I’ve decided to stick with the plan and let her have her moment. I’ll still have a few traditional dishes on hand so no one goes hungry. Tomorrow will probably be chaotic, but it should at least make for a memorable holiday. Wish me luck—I’ll update after Thanksgiving if anything noteworthy happens! Final update Nov 28, 2024 Thanksgiving dinner is officially over, and I genuinely don’t know where to start. I feel like I just lived through a fever dream of culinary chaos and family drama, and I need a moment to breathe before I can even process everything. My cousin and I are heading out for drinks to dissect all of it because honestly, what just happened deserves its own Netflix special. I’ll post photos later when I get home, but for now, let me try to give you the rundown. So, my sister showed up earlier than expected, which I should’ve seen coming. She came in like a storm, carrying not just her three dishes but also this giant platter wrapped in foil, which she was clearly trying to make a big deal about. She immediately started rearranging the table, moving my dishes to the side so hers could “take center stage.” She even brought her own table runner and candles, saying something about “setting the mood for a creative dining experience.” I decided not to fight her on it because, at this point, I just wanted to get through the night without a blow-up. Her Trio Experience was… well, let’s just say it was everything I feared and more. She started with a glittery sweet potato mash that somehow managed to taste like a mix of sugar and sand. The glitter wasn’t even edible glitter; it was craft glitter, which I didn’t realize until one of the kids said, “This is crunchy,” and I looked closer. Then there was the cranberry and oyster relish. Yes, oysters and cranberries. It looked like someone had spilled jam into clam chowder, and the smell alone was enough to make me lose my appetite. Finally, she brought a pumpkin curry casserole that had raisins in it for some reason and this weird fishy smell that clung to the air for way too long. But the pièce de résistance was her “surprise centerpiece dish,” which turned out to be a turkey gelatin mold. Yes, she took ground turkey, mixed it with some kind of broth and seasonings, and turned it into a wobbly, translucent mold shaped like a turkey. She even garnished it with parsley and cherry tomatoes to make it “festive.” I wish I were kidding. The entire table went silent when she unveiled it, except for my cousin, who immediately started coughing to cover up what I’m pretty sure was a laugh. Things hit their peak when my mom, who has been defending her this entire time, took one bite of the gelatin mold and just… froze. She didn’t say anything, but you could see the regret on her face. My sister, noticing the lack of enthusiasm, decided to go on this long speech about how Thanksgiving food is “too boring” and how she’s trying to “challenge our palates.” She even called my ham and mashed potatoes “uninspired,” which was rich coming from someone serving glitter sand potatoes. The breaking point came when my aunt, who’s usually the peacekeeper, tried the gelatin mold and actually gagged. She tried to be polite about it, but my sister saw her reaction and completely lost it. She started yelling about how nobody in the family supports her and how we’re all “stuck in the past” with our “unoriginal food.” She even accused me of “sabotaging” her dishes by not hyping them up enough to everyone. At this point, half the table was trying not to laugh, and the other half was just staring at their plates, probably wondering how we got here. My sister ended up storming out of the house, but not before saying something along the lines of, “You’ll regret not appreciating my vision when I’m famous!” She left most of her food behind, which my cousin and I quietly threw out after dinner. The rest of the night actually turned out pretty nice once the tension was gone. My dad’s emergency ham was a lifesaver, and everyone agreed that next year, we’re either going to a restaurant or just skipping Thanksgiving altogether. So now I’m sitting here wondering how this even became my life. I’ll post photos later because you all need to see the turkey gelatin mold to believe it, but for now, I’m off to grab a drink (or three) with my cousin to laugh/cry over everything that went down. This Thanksgiving was truly something else, and I don’t know whether to feel relieved it’s over or brace myself for whatever fresh chaos my sister has planned for next year. Stay tuned for photos—it’s going to be worth it! RELEVANT COMMENTS RioRedditt Did she chow down herself? I don’t understand how it could be this bad without having malfunctioning tastebuds 😭 OOP Oh, she absolutely did. She was proudly serving herself generous portions of everything she made and going on about how much she “loves bold flavors.” Watching her genuinely enjoy the turkey gelatin mold while the rest of us struggled to keep a straight face was something else. At this point, I’m starting to think her tastebuds really are on another planet. Stay tuned for the photos—it’ll all make sense when you see them. ~ UberHonest Is your sister mentally ill? OOP Honestly, I don’t think so. She’s always been eccentric and overly confident about her “creative” endeavors, but I don’t think there’s anything deeper going on. I think it’s more of a case of her being surrounded by enablers who praise her every move, which has left her with absolutely no sense of self-awareness when it comes to things like cooking. After today, though, I wouldn’t blame anyone for wondering. Watching her proudly present the turkey gelatin mold like it was a work of art really made me question how she doesn’t see what everyone else sees. Hopefully, this Thanksgiving was enough of a reality check to make her rethink things, but knowing her, she’ll probably double down next year. THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

This is a wild one folks, hang on to your seats!! I am not OOP. OOP is u/SocietyTiny784 Original posted 25 days ago in r/AITAH https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1giyqrb/aita_for_telling_my_sister_shes_not_allowed_to/ AITA for telling my sister she's not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Every year, our family does a big Thanksgiving dinner, and we all typically bring a dish or two. My sister, who’s a lovely person in every other way, insists on cooking something homemade every time. The issue? She’s… not a great cook. And I don’t mean just “not great”—I mean she has somehow managed to turn classic dishes into borderline inedible creations. For context, last Thanksgiving, she showed up with her “special recipe” stuffing that was over-seasoned with random spices like cinnamon and cardamom. It was dry, and the flavors were confusing and totally off for stuffing. Only one person took a small bite, and the rest went untouched. Another year, she brought a green bean casserole that had some kind of strange, chewy texture—she later admitted she used coconut milk and almond flour “to experiment.” No one wanted seconds of that, either. This year, I’m hosting Thanksgiving. Since I’m responsible for putting it all together, I wanted to keep the menu consistent so that people could actually enjoy a cohesive meal. I thought I’d avoid drama by asking her to bring non-food items instead—like wine, soda, or even some flowers. I explained to her (very kindly, I thought) that I just wanted to make things easy and streamlined, and I’d handle the main dishes. But she didn’t take it well. She got offended and told me I was being “controlling” and “shutting her out” of the family gathering. She then accused me of making her feel inadequate and said that Thanksgiving is about everyone contributing, not me deciding what’s “acceptable.” I told her that everyone appreciates her effort, but that she could contribute in other ways and still be part of it. She doubled down and said she’s bringing her “famous” green bean casserole whether I like it or not. Now, my mom and a couple of other family members have chimed in, saying I should just let her bring whatever she wants because “it’s Thanksgiving” and “it’s the thought that counts.” They’re acting like I’m committing some huge offense by wanting the food to be enjoyable for everyone and not have random experimental dishes that no one will eat. But I feel like I’m just trying to keep the meal enjoyable and, frankly, edible. I don’t think it’s wrong to want guests to actually enjoy the food, especially since I’m putting in a lot of effort to host. Am I really being unreasonable here? AITA? UPDATE: Alright, well, things have escalated fast. Thanks to everyone who offered advice—I tried to compromise, but it’s already turning into a whole thing, and Thanksgiving is still a few weeks away. After our last conversation, my sister was being pretty cagey about what she planned to make, so I reached out to my mom, hoping she could help smooth things over. Instead, she got defensive, saying I’m “overthinking” and that it’s just one dish. I told her I wasn’t sure it was just one dish anymore, especially after hearing about my sister’s grocery haul (including canned oysters and edible glitter). Then my mom let slip that my sister has been “hard at work” on some “creative menu” she’s planning as her “Thanksgiving surprise.” Apparently, she’s been telling the family group chat (which I wasn’t included in, by the way) that I’m being “controlling” and that she wants to “expand everyone’s palate” with something “truly unique.” To top it off, my cousin sent me a screenshot from the group chat where my sister said she’s bringing not one but three dishes to Thanksgiving now. She’s calling them her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience,” complete with their own place settings and little menu cards she’s designing. I’m officially panicking because I have no idea what she’s planning to serve, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not remotely traditional. At this point, half the family thinks I’m overreacting, while the other half is texting me with things like, “Is she really bringing glittered sweet potatoes?” I feel stuck—if I try to control it any more, I’m the bad guy, but if I don’t, Thanksgiving might turn into a tasting event for my sister’s avant-garde cooking. So yeah, Thanksgiving is weeks away, and it’s already become a family spectacle. I don’t know whether to brace myself or just preemptively order pizza. Update 1 posted 14 days go in r/AITAH https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1grjg55/update_aita_for_telling_my_sister_shes_not/ UPDATE: AITA for telling my sister she’s not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Alright, so Thanksgiving is now just a little over two weeks away, and somehow, things have escalated even further than I thought possible. I thought maybe my sister’s “Thanksgiving Trio Experience” would be the peak of the drama—well, turns out I was wrong. Since the last update, my sister has become fully committed to making her “dishes” the main attraction. She’s been dropping hints in the family group chat (which I’m still not included in, but shoutout to my cousin for the screenshots) about how this Thanksgiving will be “one to remember” and calling it her “Thanksgiving Debut.” She’s apparently been referring to herself as the “Thanksgiving Head Chef” and has hinted that she’s bringing some kind of “culinary surprise centerpiece” that will “transform the whole experience.” From what I can piece together, she’s planning a main “statement dish” in addition to her original three side dishes. I’m picturing something equally bizarre but on a much larger scale, and honestly, I’m terrified. If her green bean casserole was already pushing it, I can’t even imagine what she thinks is worthy of being the “centerpiece.” Then, to make things even weirder, my mom texted me privately and suggested that I “step back” this year and let my sister “shine” since she’s “so excited about her contributions.” My mom thinks if we just give her this moment, it’ll make her happy and she’ll “get it out of her system.” She even hinted that maybe I should “focus on decorations and drinks” instead of the main dishes, which feels like an attempt to turn hosting over to my sister without actually saying it. So now, I’m left with a choice: go along with my mom’s plan and let my sister essentially hijack Thanksgiving, or keep pushing back and risk a family showdown. I just wanted a nice Thanksgiving with dishes everyone would enjoy, but it seems like I’m either about to hand over the whole meal to her… or prepare for some serious drama. Thanksgiving isn’t even here yet, and it already feels like a circus. I’m half tempted to just sit back and see what chaos unfolds, but part of me is still worried about subjecting the whole family to whatever “artistic statement” she has planned. Update 2 posted 1 day ag in r/AITAH https://www.reddit.com/user/SocietyTiny784/comments/1h16ps9/update_aita_for_telling_my_sister_shes_not/ UPDATE: AITA for telling my sister she’s not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Here we are, the day before Thanksgiving, and things have continued to spiral. I decided to let my sister move forward with her Trio Experience since pushing back more would only make things worse. I thought we had a plan—she’d bring her dishes, and I’d make sure there were plenty of other options to keep the peace. This morning, my mom let me know that my sister is now adding a “surprise dish” to her contributions. She’s been very secretive about what it is, which has everyone nervous after her past attempts. My mom thinks it’s sweet that my sister is putting in so much effort, but a few other family members are not as optimistic. My cousin texted me privately asking if I had backup food ready, and my dad casually mentioned bringing extra rolls, “just in case.” At this point, I’ve decided to stick with the plan and let her have her moment. I’ll still have a few traditional dishes on hand so no one goes hungry. Tomorrow will probably be chaotic, but it should at least make for a memorable holiday. Wish me luck—I’ll update after Thanksgiving if anything noteworthy happens! Final update posted 25 mins. ago in r/AITAH https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1h26nne/final_update_aita_for_telling_my_sister_shes_not/ FINAL UPDATE: AITA for telling my sister she’s not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Thanksgiving dinner is officially over, and I genuinely don’t know where to start. I feel like I just lived through a fever dream of culinary chaos and family drama, and I need a moment to breathe before I can even process everything. My cousin and I are heading out for drinks to dissect all of it because honestly, what just happened deserves its own Netflix special. I’ll post photos later when I get home, but for now, let me try to give you the rundown. So, my sister showed up earlier than expected, which I should’ve seen coming. She came in like a storm, carrying not just her three dishes but also this giant platter wrapped in foil, which she was clearly trying to make a big deal about. She immediately started rearranging the table, moving my dishes to the side so hers could “take center stage.” She even brought her own table runner and candles, saying something about “setting the mood for a creative dining experience.” I decided not to fight her on it because, at this point, I just wanted to get through the night without a blow-up. Her Trio Experience was… well, let’s just say it was everything I feared and more. She started with a glittery sweet potato mash that somehow managed to taste like a mix of sugar and sand. The glitter wasn’t even edible glitter; it was craft glitter, which I didn’t realize until one of the kids said, “This is crunchy,” and I looked closer. Then there was the cranberry and oyster relish. Yes, oysters and cranberries. It looked like someone had spilled jam into clam chowder, and the smell alone was enough to make me lose my appetite. Finally, she brought a pumpkin curry casserole that had raisins in it for some reason and this weird fishy smell that clung to the air for way too long. But the pièce de résistance was her “surprise centerpiece dish,” which turned out to be a turkey gelatin mold. Yes, she took ground turkey, mixed it with some kind of broth and seasonings, and turned it into a wobbly, translucent mold shaped like a turkey. She even garnished it with parsley and cherry tomatoes to make it “festive.” I wish I were kidding. The entire table went silent when she unveiled it, except for my cousin, who immediately started coughing to cover up what I’m pretty sure was a laugh. Things hit their peak when my mom, who has been defending her this entire time, took one bite of the gelatin mold and just… froze. She didn’t say anything, but you could see the regret on her face. My sister, noticing the lack of enthusiasm, decided to go on this long speech about how Thanksgiving food is “too boring” and how she’s trying to “challenge our palates.” She even called my ham and mashed potatoes “uninspired,” which was rich coming from someone serving glitter sand potatoes. The breaking point came when my aunt, who’s usually the peacekeeper, tried the gelatin mold and actually gagged. She tried to be polite about it, but my sister saw her reaction and completely lost it. She started yelling about how nobody in the family supports her and how we’re all “stuck in the past” with our “unoriginal food.” She even accused me of “sabotaging” her dishes by not hyping them up enough to everyone. At this point, half the table was trying not to laugh, and the other half was just staring at their plates, probably wondering how we got here. My sister ended up storming out of the house, but not before saying something along the lines of, “You’ll regret not appreciating my vision when I’m famous!” She left most of her food behind, which my cousin and I quietly threw out after dinner. The rest of the night actually turned out pretty nice once the tension was gone. My dad’s emergency ham was a lifesaver, and everyone agreed that next year, we’re either going to a restaurant or just skipping Thanksgiving altogether. So now I’m sitting here wondering how this even became my life. I’ll post photos later because you all need to see the turkey gelatin mold to believe it, but for now, I’m off to grab a drink (or three) with my cousin to laugh/cry over everything that went down. This Thanksgiving was truly something else, and I don’t know whether to feel relieved it’s over or brace myself for whatever fresh chaos my sister has planned for next year. 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I am not The OOP, OOP is u/SocietyTiny784 AITA for telling my sister she's not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Originally posted to r/AITAH Thanks to u/soayherder for suggesting this BoRU & u/Choice_Evidence1983 for finding the update BoRU 1 Original Post Nov 3, 2024 Every year, our family does a big Thanksgiving dinner, and we all typically bring a dish or two. My sister, who’s a lovely person in every other way, insists on cooking something homemade every time. The issue? She’s… not a great cook. And I don’t mean just “not great”—I mean she has somehow managed to turn classic dishes into borderline inedible creations. For context, last Thanksgiving, she showed up with her “special recipe” stuffing that was over-seasoned with random spices like cinnamon and cardamom. It was dry, and the flavors were confusing and totally off for stuffing. Only one person took a small bite, and the rest went untouched. Another year, she brought a green bean casserole that had some kind of strange, chewy texture—she later admitted she used coconut milk and almond flour “to experiment.” No one wanted seconds of that, either. This year, I’m hosting Thanksgiving. Since I’m responsible for putting it all together, I wanted to keep the menu consistent so that people could actually enjoy a cohesive meal. I thought I’d avoid drama by asking her to bring non-food items instead—like wine, soda, or even some flowers. I explained to her (very kindly, I thought) that I just wanted to make things easy and streamlined, and I’d handle the main dishes. But she didn’t take it well. She got offended and told me I was being “controlling” and “shutting her out” of the family gathering. She then accused me of making her feel inadequate and said that Thanksgiving is about everyone contributing, not me deciding what’s “acceptable.” I told her that everyone appreciates her effort, but that she could contribute in other ways and still be part of it. She doubled down and said she’s bringing her “famous” green bean casserole whether I like it or not. Now, my mom and a couple of other family members have chimed in, saying I should just let her bring whatever she wants because “it’s Thanksgiving” and “it’s the thought that counts.” They’re acting like I’m committing some huge offense by wanting the food to be enjoyable for everyone and not have random experimental dishes that no one will eat. But I feel like I’m just trying to keep the meal enjoyable and, frankly, edible. I don’t think it’s wrong to want guests to actually enjoy the food, especially since I’m putting in a lot of effort to host. Am I really being unreasonable here? AITA? RELEVANT COMMENTS CrystalQueen3000 YTA It’s one dish that everybody knows is bad and won’t eat, why is it a big deal OOP I get where you’re coming from, but it’s not just “one dish.” It’s every year, and every year she brings multiple dishes with strange combinations that no one eats. And it ends up feeling awkward because she keeps pushing people to try her food, and you’re stuck pretending it’s not that bad or trying to avoid it altogether. It also feels like a waste of time, effort, and money, especially since it’s supposed to be a big family meal where we enjoy the food together. I just want people to actually look forward to the meal, not feel obligated to pretend they’re enjoying her “experiments.” I didn’t think it’d be a big deal to ask her to bring something else—it’s not like I’m uninviting her! But maybe I could’ve handled it differently? Choice-Second-5587 I'm just super curious what other things she's made. If you're willing to expand on a few more. I want to know how bad were talking here. OOP Oh, buckle up, because there’s a list. Here are some highlights from past family gatherings: Thanksgiving 2019: She made a “spicy cranberry sauce” that had whole chunks of jalapeno in it. She insisted it was “elevating the flavor profile,” but it ended up making people’s mouths burn while eating turkey. We tried to pair it with other stuff on the plate, but it was a no-go. Christmas 2020: She brought a “fusion mac and cheese” with wasabi and horseradish mixed in. Let’s just say it was a very unexpected flavor to experience in a traditionally creamy, comforting dish. There were some coughs and watery eyes at the table that night. Easter 2021: She made a “carrot salad” that had shredded carrots, raisins, and… sardines. She claimed it was based on some “Mediterranean recipe,” but I’m pretty sure no Mediterranean grandma would approve. Last Thanksgiving: This was the infamous “cinnamon cardamom stuffing.” She wanted it to be “warm and aromatic,” but it ended up tasting like a holiday candle. The texture was also super dry, and even though she noticed no one was touching it, she blamed it on us “not appreciating new flavors.” Family BBQ this past summer: She did a “BBQ tofu” thing that had an odd vinegar-peanut butter sauce. I don’t know what cuisine inspired that, but it didn’t belong anywhere near a grill. People tried to be polite, but most of it ended up going home with her. So, yeah… this isn’t just me being picky. She’s made some real “adventures” out of classic dishes, and I’m genuinely nervous for what she’s planning with this whole “Thanksgiving Trio Experience.” ~ Natural_War1261 Let her bring it. Maybe she's been practicing and it's good. If not, maybe she'll get the hint. OOP I see what you’re saying, but honestly, she’s been “practicing” for years, and it hasn’t improved. If anything, she’s getting more experimental and doubling down on weird flavors and substitutions. And I don’t think she’ll take the hint—she’s pretty proud of her cooking and genuinely seems to think we’re just “not appreciating” her creativity. If I thought it would lead to her realizing it’s not working, I’d let it go. But instead, she just gets upset if people don’t eat it, and it becomes this whole thing. I’m just trying to keep things simple and enjoyable for everyone without the awkwardness. Maybe there’s a middle ground I’m missing? ~ Impressive-Arm2563 A soft YTA. Just let her bring what she wants. It’s not hurting you, you don’t have to eat it. It might even be fun to pretend it’s the best thing ever and throw some away when she isn’t looking, to make her feel good. It could be part of the traditional holiday experience. OOP I get that, and maybe I am overthinking it. It just feels like a small battle I’d rather not have every year, especially when I’m hosting and trying to make sure everyone genuinely enjoys the meal. I mean, I can definitely go with the “smile and nod” approach for the sake of family peace, but it does feel a little exhausting to pretend every time. I guess I just don’t want to encourage her thinking that everyone actually loves it, especially when it’s clearly not working. But you’re right—it’s just food, and maybe I should focus more on making her feel included than on the menu being perfect. I’ll try to keep this in mind and relax about it! OOP Updated the next day/same post UPDATE: Alright, well, things have escalated fast. Thanks to everyone who offered advice—I tried to compromise, but it’s already turning into a whole thing, and Thanksgiving is still a few weeks away. After our last conversation, my sister was being pretty cagey about what she planned to make, so I reached out to my mom, hoping she could help smooth things over. Instead, she got defensive, saying I’m “overthinking” and that it’s just one dish. I told her I wasn’t sure it was just one dish anymore, especially after hearing about my sister’s grocery haul (including canned oysters and edible glitter). Then my mom let slip that my sister has been “hard at work” on some “creative menu” she’s planning as her “Thanksgiving surprise.” Apparently, she’s been telling the family group chat (which I wasn’t included in, by the way) that I’m being “controlling” and that she wants to “expand everyone’s palate” with something “truly unique.” To top it off, my cousin sent me a screenshot from the group chat where my sister said she’s bringing not one but three dishes to Thanksgiving now. She’s calling them her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience,” complete with their own place settings and little menu cards she’s designing. I’m officially panicking because I have no idea what she’s planning to serve, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not remotely traditional. At this point, half the family thinks I’m overreacting, while the other half is texting me with things like, “Is she really bringing glittered sweet potatoes?” I feel stuck—if I try to control it any more, I’m the bad guy, but if I don’t, Thanksgiving might turn into a tasting event for my sister’s avant-garde cooking. So yeah, Thanksgiving is weeks away, and it’s already become a family spectacle. I don’t know whether to brace myself or just preemptively order pizza. RELEVANT COMMENTS OOP when told to let the sister take charge for the meal Haha, I have to admit, that idea is very tempting! Letting her take the spotlight with her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience” while I sit back and sip on a glass of wine sounds like one way to make a memorable holiday—especially if everyone gets to see exactly what I was trying to save them from! It would be kind of poetic to just lean into the chaos and let her creations be the star of the show, for better or worse. I have a feeling it would definitely be a Thanksgiving to remember, even if I’d have to brace myself for the family reactions! It’s like a mix of “malicious compliance” and “hands-off hosting,” and I kind of love the idea of just throwing in some edible arrangements, a ton of drinks, and calling it a day. And yeah, if it all goes sideways, I’ll have plenty of “remember that one Thanksgiving” stories to pull out in the future! Thanks for the laugh and the wild suggestion—this might just be a holiday fantasy, but it’s definitely a fun one to think about! ~ inigos_left_hand Honestly I think you should just let her do this. It can be a new family tradition. Your sister brings something weird and inedible. You all ignore it and poke fun at her terrible cooking later. Is this really something you want to create drama over? OOP You’re right—maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. Letting her bring her “unique” dishes could actually become a funny little tradition if we let it. I mean, every family has its quirks, and maybe this is just one of ours. Instead of stressing about it, I could just embrace it and let her dishes be part of the Thanksgiving lore that we joke about later. It’s definitely not worth creating unnecessary drama over, and if we all just go with it, I bet it’ll be less awkward and maybe even entertaining in its own way. Thanks for the reminder to just roll with it and not take it so seriously! ~ jennybct Ooh, please update us after Thanksgiving! I can't wait to hear about her culinary experiments! OOP Haha, don’t worry—I’ll definitely keep you all posted! I’m honestly half-curious and half-terrified to see what she ends up bringing. If past holidays are any indicator, we might be in for some very “creative” dishes, and I have a feeling the family reactions alone could make for quite the story. So, stay tuned! If anything wild goes down, I’ll be back with all the juicy details after Thanksgiving. Fingers crossed for a low-drama meal… but let’s be real, I’m probably not that lucky! NEW UPDATE Update Nov 14, 2024 Alright, so Thanksgiving is now just a little over two weeks away, and somehow, things have escalated even further than I thought possible. I thought maybe my sister’s “Thanksgiving Trio Experience” would be the peak of the drama—well, turns out I was wrong. Since the last update, my sister has become fully committed to making her “dishes” the main attraction. She’s been dropping hints in the family group chat (which I’m still not included in, but shoutout to my cousin for the screenshots) about how this Thanksgiving will be “one to remember” and calling it her “Thanksgiving Debut.” She’s apparently been referring to herself as the “Thanksgiving Head Chef” and has hinted that she’s bringing some kind of “culinary surprise centerpiece” that will “transform the whole experience.” From what I can piece together, she’s planning a main “statement dish” in addition to her original three side dishes. I’m picturing something equally bizarre but on a much larger scale, and honestly, I’m terrified. If her green bean casserole was already pushing it, I can’t even imagine what she thinks is worthy of being the “centerpiece.” Then, to make things even weirder, my mom texted me privately and suggested that I “step back” this year and let my sister “shine” since she’s “so excited about her contributions.” My mom thinks if we just give her this moment, it’ll make her happy and she’ll “get it out of her system.” She even hinted that maybe I should “focus on decorations and drinks” instead of the main dishes, which feels like an attempt to turn hosting over to my sister without actually saying it. So now, I’m left with a choice: go along with my mom’s plan and let my sister essentially hijack Thanksgiving, or keep pushing back and risk a family showdown. I just wanted a nice Thanksgiving with dishes everyone would enjoy, but it seems like I’m either about to hand over the whole meal to her… or prepare for some serious drama. Thanksgiving isn’t even here yet, and it already feels like a circus. I’m half tempted to just sit back and see what chaos unfolds, but part of me is still worried about subjecting the whole family to whatever “artistic statement” she has planned. RELEVANT COMMENTS WifeofBath1984 I cannot figure out why you still haven't canceled hosting. If she wants to take over, let her do so in her own space. Why would you go through all those trouble to host your family when you're sister is actively planning sabotage? I would have already bowed out. OOP Honestly, I’m starting to feel the same way. At first, I thought I could manage the situation by setting boundaries, but it’s pretty clear my sister is determined to turn Thanksgiving into her personal stage, no matter what I do. At this point, it’s not even about the food—it’s about the sheer amount of effort I’m putting in just to have it overshadowed by her “artistic vision.” Bowing out does sound tempting, and I’m seriously considering it. Letting her host would give her the spotlight she clearly wants, and I wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of trying to balance everyone’s feelings. I guess I’ve just been holding out because I love hosting and didn’t want to let her take that away from me. But maybe it’s time to throw in the towel and let her take the reins… in her own house. You’re definitely giving me something to think about. Thanks! ~ Two-Complex Just let her do it and don’t cook a DAMN thing. Oh…and eat before anyone shows up. OOP Haha, that would be one way to handle it, right? Just let her have her “Thanksgiving Head Chef” moment and show up with a full stomach, no stress, and zero cooking on my part. I’m honestly so tempted to go this route—if she wants the spotlight that badly, I might as well let her handle everything and watch the chaos unfold from the sidelines. It might even be kind of satisfying to see her realize how much goes into hosting, especially if her “creations” don’t quite go over as she hopes. Thanks for the idea… this might just be the perfect “hands-off” Thanksgiving! THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

I am not the OOP. The OOP is u/SocietyTiny784 posting in r/AITAH Ongoing as per OOP 1 update - Medium Original - 3rd November 2024 Update - 15th November 2024 ​ AITA for telling my sister she's not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? ​ Every year, our family does a big Thanksgiving dinner, and we all typically bring a dish or two. My sister, who’s a lovely person in every other way, insists on cooking something homemade every time. The issue? She’s… not a great cook. And I don’t mean just “not great”—I mean she has somehow managed to turn classic dishes into borderline inedible creations. For context, last Thanksgiving, she showed up with her “special recipe” stuffing that was over-seasoned with random spices like cinnamon and cardamom. It was dry, and the flavors were confusing and totally off for stuffing. Only one person took a small bite, and the rest went untouched. Another year, she brought a green bean casserole that had some kind of strange, chewy texture—she later admitted she used coconut milk and almond flour “to experiment.” No one wanted seconds of that, either. This year, I’m hosting Thanksgiving. Since I’m responsible for putting it all together, I wanted to keep the menu consistent so that people could actually enjoy a cohesive meal. I thought I’d avoid drama by asking her to bring non-food items instead—like wine, soda, or even some flowers. I explained to her (very kindly, I thought) that I just wanted to make things easy and streamlined, and I’d handle the main dishes. But she didn’t take it well. She got offended and told me I was being “controlling” and “shutting her out” of the family gathering. She then accused me of making her feel inadequate and said that Thanksgiving is about everyone contributing, not me deciding what’s “acceptable.” I told her that everyone appreciates her effort, but that she could contribute in other ways and still be part of it. She doubled down and said she’s bringing her “famous” green bean casserole whether I like it or not. Now, my mom and a couple of other family members have chimed in, saying I should just let her bring whatever she wants because “it’s Thanksgiving” and “it’s the thought that counts.” They’re acting like I’m committing some huge offense by wanting the food to be enjoyable for everyone and not have random experimental dishes that no one will eat. But I feel like I’m just trying to keep the meal enjoyable and, frankly, edible. I don’t think it’s wrong to want guests to actually enjoy the food, especially since I’m putting in a lot of effort to host. Am I really being unreasonable here? AITA? UPDATE: Alright, well, things have escalated fast. Thanks to everyone who offered advice—I tried to compromise, but it’s already turning into a whole thing, and Thanksgiving is still a few weeks away. After our last conversation, my sister was being pretty cagey about what she planned to make, so I reached out to my mom, hoping she could help smooth things over. Instead, she got defensive, saying I’m “overthinking” and that it’s just one dish. I told her I wasn’t sure it was just one dish anymore, especially after hearing about my sister’s grocery haul (including canned oysters and edible glitter). Then my mom let slip that my sister has been “hard at work” on some “creative menu” she’s planning as her “Thanksgiving surprise.” Apparently, she’s been telling the family group chat (which I wasn’t included in, by the way) that I’m being “controlling” and that she wants to “expand everyone’s palate” with something “truly unique.” To top it off, my cousin sent me a screenshot from the group chat where my sister said she’s bringing not one but three dishes to Thanksgiving now. She’s calling them her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience,” complete with their own place settings and little menu cards she’s designing. I’m officially panicking because I have no idea what she’s planning to serve, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not remotely traditional. At this point, half the family thinks I’m overreacting, while the other half is texting me with things like, “Is she really bringing glittered sweet potatoes?” I feel stuck—if I try to control it any more, I’m the bad guy, but if I don’t, Thanksgiving might turn into a tasting event for my sister’s avant-garde cooking. So yeah, Thanksgiving is weeks away, and it’s already become a family spectacle. I don’t know whether to brace myself or just preemptively order pizza. ​ Comments ​ Rowana133 Just let her bring the green bean casserole and make an actually edible one as backup. It's not worth it to die on this hill. Edit after seeing OPs update. Glittered sweet potatoes? What in the unholy hell spawn is THAT?! I'm scared about the oysters. My advice now would be to make so much food that there is absolutely NO room on the table and have her set up her trio somewhere else away from the normal people food. Or cancel it and have someone else host. She's doing it to disrespect YOU in your home so maybe it's not worth it ​ bunker_man Yeah. Like, if people don't like it they don't have to eat it? ​ Electronic_Watch_700 These two top comments seem to be the obvious answer. I don't understand how this has become a major thing or why it's made to be something complicated. ​ slickrok Because she is, in fact, being controlling. People just don't need to eat it, who fucking cares. My god. How exhausting and ridiculous. ​ Natural_War1261 Let her bring it. Maybe she's been practicing and it's good. If not, maybe she'll get the hint. ​ wmgman Let her bring what she wants , but make an actual alternative dish yourself for everyone to actually eat. I have a niece that used to do something similar, always changing or substituting some key ingredient, so that it tasted awful. ​ **Judgement - NTA*\* ​ Update - 12 days later ​ UPDATE: AITA for telling my sister she’s not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Alright, so Thanksgiving is now just a little over two weeks away, and somehow, things have escalated even further than I thought possible. I thought maybe my sister’s “Thanksgiving Trio Experience” would be the peak of the drama—well, turns out I was wrong. Since the last update, my sister has become fully committed to making her “dishes” the main attraction. She’s been dropping hints in the family group chat (which I’m still not included in, but shoutout to my cousin for the screenshots) about how this Thanksgiving will be “one to remember” and calling it her “Thanksgiving Debut.” She’s apparently been referring to herself as the “Thanksgiving Head Chef” and has hinted that she’s bringing some kind of “culinary surprise centerpiece” that will “transform the whole experience.” From what I can piece together, she’s planning a main “statement dish” in addition to her original three side dishes. I’m picturing something equally bizarre but on a much larger scale, and honestly, I’m terrified. If her green bean casserole was already pushing it, I can’t even imagine what she thinks is worthy of being the “centerpiece.” Then, to make things even weirder, my mom texted me privately and suggested that I “step back” this year and let my sister “shine” since she’s “so excited about her contributions.” My mom thinks if we just give her this moment, it’ll make her happy and she’ll “get it out of her system.” She even hinted that maybe I should “focus on decorations and drinks” instead of the main dishes, which feels like an attempt to turn hosting over to my sister without actually saying it. So now, I’m left with a choice: go along with my mom’s plan and let my sister essentially hijack Thanksgiving, or keep pushing back and risk a family showdown. I just wanted a nice Thanksgiving with dishes everyone would enjoy, but it seems like I’m either about to hand over the whole meal to her… or prepare for some serious drama. Thanksgiving isn’t even here yet, and it already feels like a circus. I’m half tempted to just sit back and see what chaos unfolds, but part of me is still worried about subjecting the whole family to whatever “artistic statement” she has planned. ​ Comments ​ KatFrog Maybe suggest that the entire dinner be at either your sister's house or your mother's house. That way you can go and just enjoy the chaos, without having to clean up before or after. ​ megalomaniamaniac Just don’t show up hungry, eat before you go. OOP: You know what? That actually sounds like a genius idea. If my sister wants to take over the spotlight so badly, hosting at her house would give her all the freedom she needs to showcase her masterpieces without me having to worry about the setup, the cleanup, or the fallout. Plus, I’d get to just sit back, relax, and enjoy the chaos like the rest of the family. I could even pitch it as a way to “showcase her hard work” without stepping on my toes as host. If my mom’s already on her side, maybe she’d even help make the transition happen. At this point, I’m not sure why I didn’t think of this sooner—it’s the perfect solution for her main character moment and my sanity. Thanks for the idea! This might just save my Thanksgiving. ​ Grumpy_Lurker But either way, can we please have an update after Thanksgiving? With photos? ​ I am not the OOP. Please do not harass the OOP. Please remember to be civil in the comments submitted by /u/SharkEva to r/BORUpdates [link] [comments]

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/SocietyTiny784 AITA for telling my sister she's not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal? Originally posted to r/AITAH Thanks to u/soayherder for suggesting this BoRU Original Post Nov 3, 2024 Every year, our family does a big Thanksgiving dinner, and we all typically bring a dish or two. My sister, who’s a lovely person in every other way, insists on cooking something homemade every time. The issue? She’s… not a great cook. And I don’t mean just “not great”—I mean she has somehow managed to turn classic dishes into borderline inedible creations. For context, last Thanksgiving, she showed up with her “special recipe” stuffing that was over-seasoned with random spices like cinnamon and cardamom. It was dry, and the flavors were confusing and totally off for stuffing. Only one person took a small bite, and the rest went untouched. Another year, she brought a green bean casserole that had some kind of strange, chewy texture—she later admitted she used coconut milk and almond flour “to experiment.” No one wanted seconds of that, either. This year, I’m hosting Thanksgiving. Since I’m responsible for putting it all together, I wanted to keep the menu consistent so that people could actually enjoy a cohesive meal. I thought I’d avoid drama by asking her to bring non-food items instead—like wine, soda, or even some flowers. I explained to her (very kindly, I thought) that I just wanted to make things easy and streamlined, and I’d handle the main dishes. But she didn’t take it well. She got offended and told me I was being “controlling” and “shutting her out” of the family gathering. She then accused me of making her feel inadequate and said that Thanksgiving is about everyone contributing, not me deciding what’s “acceptable.” I told her that everyone appreciates her effort, but that she could contribute in other ways and still be part of it. She doubled down and said she’s bringing her “famous” green bean casserole whether I like it or not. Now, my mom and a couple of other family members have chimed in, saying I should just let her bring whatever she wants because “it’s Thanksgiving” and “it’s the thought that counts.” They’re acting like I’m committing some huge offense by wanting the food to be enjoyable for everyone and not have random experimental dishes that no one will eat. But I feel like I’m just trying to keep the meal enjoyable and, frankly, edible. I don’t think it’s wrong to want guests to actually enjoy the food, especially since I’m putting in a lot of effort to host. Am I really being unreasonable here? AITA? RELEVANT COMMENTS CrystalQueen3000 YTA It’s one dish that everybody knows is bad and won’t eat, why is it a big deal OOP I get where you’re coming from, but it’s not just “one dish.” It’s every year, and every year she brings multiple dishes with strange combinations that no one eats. And it ends up feeling awkward because she keeps pushing people to try her food, and you’re stuck pretending it’s not that bad or trying to avoid it altogether. It also feels like a waste of time, effort, and money, especially since it’s supposed to be a big family meal where we enjoy the food together. I just want people to actually look forward to the meal, not feel obligated to pretend they’re enjoying her “experiments.” I didn’t think it’d be a big deal to ask her to bring something else—it’s not like I’m uninviting her! But maybe I could’ve handled it differently? Choice-Second-5587 I'm just super curious what other things she's made. If you're willing to expand on a few more. I want to know how bad were talking here. OOP Oh, buckle up, because there’s a list. Here are some highlights from past family gatherings: Thanksgiving 2019: She made a “spicy cranberry sauce” that had whole chunks of jalapeno in it. She insisted it was “elevating the flavor profile,” but it ended up making people’s mouths burn while eating turkey. We tried to pair it with other stuff on the plate, but it was a no-go. Christmas 2020: She brought a “fusion mac and cheese” with wasabi and horseradish mixed in. Let’s just say it was a very unexpected flavor to experience in a traditionally creamy, comforting dish. There were some coughs and watery eyes at the table that night. Easter 2021: She made a “carrot salad” that had shredded carrots, raisins, and… sardines. She claimed it was based on some “Mediterranean recipe,” but I’m pretty sure no Mediterranean grandma would approve. Last Thanksgiving: This was the infamous “cinnamon cardamom stuffing.” She wanted it to be “warm and aromatic,” but it ended up tasting like a holiday candle. The texture was also super dry, and even though she noticed no one was touching it, she blamed it on us “not appreciating new flavors.” Family BBQ this past summer: She did a “BBQ tofu” thing that had an odd vinegar-peanut butter sauce. I don’t know what cuisine inspired that, but it didn’t belong anywhere near a grill. People tried to be polite, but most of it ended up going home with her. So, yeah… this isn’t just me being picky. She’s made some real “adventures” out of classic dishes, and I’m genuinely nervous for what she’s planning with this whole “Thanksgiving Trio Experience.” ~ Natural_War1261 Let her bring it. Maybe she's been practicing and it's good. If not, maybe she'll get the hint. OOP I see what you’re saying, but honestly, she’s been “practicing” for years, and it hasn’t improved. If anything, she’s getting more experimental and doubling down on weird flavors and substitutions. And I don’t think she’ll take the hint—she’s pretty proud of her cooking and genuinely seems to think we’re just “not appreciating” her creativity. If I thought it would lead to her realizing it’s not working, I’d let it go. But instead, she just gets upset if people don’t eat it, and it becomes this whole thing. I’m just trying to keep things simple and enjoyable for everyone without the awkwardness. Maybe there’s a middle ground I’m missing? ~ Impressive-Arm2563 A soft YTA. Just let her bring what she wants. It’s not hurting you, you don’t have to eat it. It might even be fun to pretend it’s the best thing ever and throw some away when she isn’t looking, to make her feel good. It could be part of the traditional holiday experience. OOP I get that, and maybe I am overthinking it. It just feels like a small battle I’d rather not have every year, especially when I’m hosting and trying to make sure everyone genuinely enjoys the meal. I mean, I can definitely go with the “smile and nod” approach for the sake of family peace, but it does feel a little exhausting to pretend every time. I guess I just don’t want to encourage her thinking that everyone actually loves it, especially when it’s clearly not working. But you’re right—it’s just food, and maybe I should focus more on making her feel included than on the menu being perfect. I’ll try to keep this in mind and relax about it! OOP Updated the next day/same post UPDATE: Alright, well, things have escalated fast. Thanks to everyone who offered advice—I tried to compromise, but it’s already turning into a whole thing, and Thanksgiving is still a few weeks away. After our last conversation, my sister was being pretty cagey about what she planned to make, so I reached out to my mom, hoping she could help smooth things over. Instead, she got defensive, saying I’m “overthinking” and that it’s just one dish. I told her I wasn’t sure it was just one dish anymore, especially after hearing about my sister’s grocery haul (including canned oysters and edible glitter). Then my mom let slip that my sister has been “hard at work” on some “creative menu” she’s planning as her “Thanksgiving surprise.” Apparently, she’s been telling the family group chat (which I wasn’t included in, by the way) that I’m being “controlling” and that she wants to “expand everyone’s palate” with something “truly unique.” To top it off, my cousin sent me a screenshot from the group chat where my sister said she’s bringing not one but three dishes to Thanksgiving now. She’s calling them her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience,” complete with their own place settings and little menu cards she’s designing. I’m officially panicking because I have no idea what she’s planning to serve, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not remotely traditional. At this point, half the family thinks I’m overreacting, while the other half is texting me with things like, “Is she really bringing glittered sweet potatoes?” I feel stuck—if I try to control it any more, I’m the bad guy, but if I don’t, Thanksgiving might turn into a tasting event for my sister’s avant-garde cooking. So yeah, Thanksgiving is weeks away, and it’s already become a family spectacle. I don’t know whether to brace myself or just preemptively order pizza. RELEVANT COMMENTS OOP when told to let the sister take charge for the meal Haha, I have to admit, that idea is very tempting! Letting her take the spotlight with her “Thanksgiving Trio Experience” while I sit back and sip on a glass of wine sounds like one way to make a memorable holiday—especially if everyone gets to see exactly what I was trying to save them from! It would be kind of poetic to just lean into the chaos and let her creations be the star of the show, for better or worse. I have a feeling it would definitely be a Thanksgiving to remember, even if I’d have to brace myself for the family reactions! It’s like a mix of “malicious compliance” and “hands-off hosting,” and I kind of love the idea of just throwing in some edible arrangements, a ton of drinks, and calling it a day. And yeah, if it all goes sideways, I’ll have plenty of “remember that one Thanksgiving” stories to pull out in the future! Thanks for the laugh and the wild suggestion—this might just be a holiday fantasy, but it’s definitely a fun one to think about! ~ inigos_left_hand Honestly I think you should just let her do this. It can be a new family tradition. Your sister brings something weird and inedible. You all ignore it and poke fun at her terrible cooking later. Is this really something you want to create drama over? OOP You’re right—maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. Letting her bring her “unique” dishes could actually become a funny little tradition if we let it. I mean, every family has its quirks, and maybe this is just one of ours. Instead of stressing about it, I could just embrace it and let her dishes be part of the Thanksgiving lore that we joke about later. It’s definitely not worth creating unnecessary drama over, and if we all just go with it, I bet it’ll be less awkward and maybe even entertaining in its own way. Thanks for the reminder to just roll with it and not take it so seriously! ~ jennybct Ooh, please update us after Thanksgiving! I can't wait to hear about her culinary experiments! OOP Haha, don’t worry—I’ll definitely keep you all posted! I’m honestly half-curious and half-terrified to see what she ends up bringing. If past holidays are any indicator, we might be in for some very “creative” dishes, and I have a feeling the family reactions alone could make for quite the story. So, stay tuned! If anything wild goes down, I’ll be back with all the juicy details after Thanksgiving. Fingers crossed for a low-drama meal… but let’s be real, I’m probably not that lucky! THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

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do you guys know where to get edible glitter? i’ve been trying to search it up and i think i would have to get it from amazon but i need it asap for a party 🙂 submitted by /u/Fast-Cartoonist-9565 to r/longbeach [link] [comments]

Hey there! I wanted to ask if somebody knows how to make edible glitter that wont dissolve in drinks? I found lots of recepies with starch, sugar or gelatine, but i fear all three of those will quickly dissolve in a drink and are mostly great for cakes or desserts. Apparently in the industry it often gets made with Mica, but thats not something you can easily use at home. Any idea how it could be done? submitted by /u/Arkurash to r/foodhacks [link] [comments]

I’m trying to handle drinks for a New Year’s Eve party. One of the drinks on the menu is supposed to be rimmed with ‘glitter’. Does anyone have any experience or tips working with food grade glitter to rim glasses? I’m passively a little worried that the lack of taste might throw people off. Would some sort of colored sugar be a better option? submitted by /u/spotsit to r/Mixology [link] [comments]

[first] [prev] [next] Dambree had spent two days pouring over the instruction manual for the pistol, learning even how to take it apart to clean it and then put it back together. She had practiced with the different types of sights, learned how to put it on 'safe' and how to change the ammunition types. She'd even used the 'ghost round' feature to practice firing. She knew it didn't make her an expert. It took her almost two hours to clean it, and she had spent a lot of time figuring out the best type of ammunition to possibly use. After going over it and talking quietly with Mister Mewmew, she had chosen the one that seemed safest, that wouldn't go clear through a wall, that wouldn't kill six people in a row in a crowd. Low-V APERS-F-T was her choice. The letters burned on the side of the pistol with cold dark blue light as she brought the pistol up, the holographic sight, set for a color range she could easily see and her visual acuity, lifted on the top of the heavy black metal weapon. She had her right foot forward, her left foot back, crouched slightly, her left hand grabbing her right wrist, her left eye closed and her right eye relaxed open. The holographic sight flashed and she tapped the trigger, aiming, as the instructions had advised for multiple targets, at the lower section of 'center mass', moving the pistol to the right and firing as soon as it lined up with 'center mass', her mind empty, clear singing purpose. You will hurt my littles, went through her mind. She squeezed, not yanked, the firing stud. From the black warsteel frame of the pistol a tingling burning feeling ran up her arm and she heard it, relived it, flattened her ears at it. I'M NOT IN HERE WITH YOU, YOU'RE IN HERE WITH ME! the Terran's voice roared out in her head, her shoulder burning from the tingle that tasted like hot copper on her tongue. The pistol gave two loud THA-WHACK! as the railgun flung it forward and the magnetic coils stabilized the round, imparting a spin on it that used to be accomplished by barrel rifling as well as breaking the magnetic bonds in the round, allowing it to separate according to the data provided by the scope. The round, a two inch long 10mm slice of durachrome, separated along the four lines down the length, turning into sixteen darts spreading out according to the scope's distancer for maximum effectiveness. Each flechette left a streak of light as the tracer, a thin layer of white phosphorous, lit the path of each flechette. For either of the men, none of that mattered. All that mattered is sixteen durachrome flechettes, each of them to inches long and 2.5mm thick, some of them tumbling, hit them square. The first one, the one of the left, took it in the lower torso, the tumbling flechettes wreaking havoc. One exited out his shoulderblade in a spray of gore and bone chips to stick in the door. The other one took them in the chest, one bouncing off his sternum and ripping away half of his lower jaw. Both went down in a spray of blood and gore. Dambree inhaled sharply, having exhaled and stopped herself from inhaling just like she had practiced. She swallowed thickly then slid the pistol into the holster before picking up her mug and draining half of the thick dark fizzybrew in one long convulsive swallow. She wiped the foam from her upper lip's fur and turned to look at the two men. One was still moving. The one she'd shot first. He was weakly moving his arms, trying to hold onto his stomach, one leg kicking, and his mouth was opening and closing. Dambree sighed. She knew what she had to do. They might be infected with something, that's why they're being disgusting, she thought, taking another drink off her fizzybrew. She looked around until she saw what she needed. Fishing jumpsuit. Perfect. The dark green cloth would keep blood and water from getting to her clothing. Work gloves. Perfect, prevent her from nicking her hand and getting blood in it. She'd learned how important that was in health class. A grav-ski mask. It would protect her face, keep her from getting anything in her mouth, and shield her eyes. Used for high wind and water spray, it was perfect. She walked over, picking up each item and carrying it back to counter. She got dressed, sealing the fishing jumpsuit and making sure the mask was properly set. She buckled the LawSec belt over the thick jumpsuit, adjusting it for a moment, then added one of the heavy knives the shelf claimed were "wilderness survival hiking knives" and clipped the sheathe to the belt. Then she turned back to the two men. Dambree had hoped the man would just die, but he was still moaning and moving around. There was a neural pistol near his hand and Dambree walked over and kicked it out of the way. He looked up at her and squinted his eyes in hate. "Brat. Stupid brat," he whispered. Dambree just turned around and walked over, getting what she needed. She walked back and looked down at him. "Stupid slut," he whispered. Dambree hit him in the face with the long handed axe. The second hit and he stopped moving. She had to put one foot on his chest to yank the axe free, splattering herself and the door. She was breathing heavy, adrenaline spiking through her system, when she heard it. "What's going on in there?" a man's voice whispered from the other side of the door. "Are you guys OK?" She stepped back, her stomach twisting for a second as she realized it was an adult. The door opened to reveal a man dressed in a LawSec uniform, the front dark with old dried blood. He had a neural pistol in his hand, eyeshades on, and heavy boots. He was taller than her, wider than her, and she knew he was stronger than her. He could hurt her. He stood there, one hand on the handle of the door, the other holding tight to the neural pistol. He hadn't been sure what had happened in there, there were just two loud noises, then nothing. He'd gotten nervous, waiting in front of the LawSec cruiser they'd stolen the day before, so he'd come up to see if they were just in there messing around. Now he was staring at the figure in front of him. Bulky, with a LawSec belt around their waist, heavy boots, farmer's boots, on their feet. They wore heavy work gloves and dark green coveralls splattered with blood. With an axe in their hands. But that wasn't the worst. They had on a white mask with three thin red stripes, spattered with blood, with dark black holes for eyes. Dambree let go of the axe, her hand going to the pistol. It took two tugs to get it free, and Dambree was sure the entire time that he was going to raise the neural pistol and shoot her, or pull the knife from his belt and stab her, or knock her down to step on her ears till she did what he wanted her to do. He watched the figure in front of him cock their head slightly. One hand let go of the axe handle and slowly moved to the pistol, the hand resting there. His bladder let go. This wasn't like chasing down fleeing people and having some fun. He didn't know what this was, but it wasn't fun. The bulky gloved hand slowly pulled the heavy black pistol free. It wasn't like the neural pistols, it looked heavy, blocky, lethal, and the green light burned with a sullen anger. He dropped the pistol and turned to run, starting to sob. This wasn't fun. This wasn't fun at all. Dambree didn't know if he was running for help or not. She couldn't take the chance. The pistol lined up with her eye, the holographic sight flashed, and she tapped the trigger. The ear protection in the grav-skiing mask muted the KA-WHACK of the pistol. The flechettes threw him off his feet so he slid in the mud, head first, until the thudded against the tire of the LawSec Country Cruiser and came to a stop. Dambree stepped up and into the doorframe, dragging the axe with one hand, looking around. The grav-ski mask had light enhancement, making the night bright as day, with a color-pallet replacement making everything full color. Another male was standing beside the second vehicle, his eyes wide. For nearly three days they'd done what they wanted. The thirst, the never ending thirst, driving them on, the headaches from the screaming hammering their thoughts, making it so they could do whatever they wanted to whomever they wanted. They'd decided to check the campground, see if anyone was there, and have a little fun with them. Staring at the figure in the doorway, dragging an axe behind them, staring at him from behind a white mask, he realized something terrible. Someone else could have fun with him. He squealed, his ears going straight up, and he started to hold his hands out, unaware he had a neural pistol still held in one hand. Dambree stepped out into the rain, walking to the side, the pistol heavy in her hand. It felt like it was snarling, angry somehow. You want to hurt my littles, she thought to herself, her thoughts as cold and sharp as the axe-blade she was dragging through the cold mud. He was beyond speech, part of him wondering why it was fair that after three days of fun, he had to come across some maniac in a mask. Why was it fair? He'd only been having fun. The thirst roared up and he licked his lips. "You don't wanna hurt me," he said. The figure stopped, staring through the black eye holes of the mask. "Come on, I didn't do anything to you," he said. He licked his lips. "I mean, if you found a cutie-pie somewhere, I'm not going to try to take it." The figure raised an arm, something black and blocky he couldn't quite make out held in the fist. Dambree pulled the trigger again. Just go away and leave us alone, she thought. She slumped slightly, slowly holstering the pistol. She heft the axe and walked over to each body, hitting them twice in the face. Always make sure you finish them off. Nothing is more dangerous than a wounded animal, she heard in her brain. She put all four bodies in the same LawSec car and drove it to a nearby cabin, parking it. She turned on the lights, including the spotlights, rolled up the windows, turned on the heater, locked the doors, and walked away. The other LawSec vehicle she parked next to the first, repeating it. She used the mag-lock key to check the trunks, but they were empty. Her backpack was right where she left it. She shrugged into it and stepped out into the rain, carefully closing the door behind her. Dambree knew she'd need the axe to the cut the wood in the shed but it was heavy in her arms. She pushed up the mask so she could drink the fizzybrew in her off hand, walking through the dark of the night, through the rain, back to the little cabin. Mister Mewmew was waiting inside and watched as she slowly undressed. He rubbed against her ankles when she took off her boots and socks and sat on the couch wiggling her toes. "I brought back stuff, Mister Mewmew," she said, cracking open a bottle of fizzybrew. Mister Mewmew made the :-) sign on his head. "There were some bad people who wanted to hurt me." :-( "I made sure they couldn't hurt Tru, Elu, and Nee," she said softly. She slid the pistol out of the holster and set it on the coffee table. "I made sure they couldn't hurt anyone ever again." :-( She took a long drink and looked at the little furry robot. "Do you still love me, Mister Mewmew?"

Apparently, there was once a city in the north of Sweden called Korona, but somehow we’ve all forgotten about it. I’m a police officer working in Kalix, a municipality close to where the lost city of Korona is supposed to have been. At that place, there are no signs of the city – only a dense forest – but certain details related to my own family makes me certain this place was indeed real. The entire world just forgot about it… I can’t imagine how or why, but it’s the only conclusion I’ve been able to reach. For me, this all started when two Romanian blueberry pickers came into my small office to report something they had found deep in the dense forest. They didn’t know enough Swedish or English to explain exactly what it was that they had found, but it was immediately clear to me that it had terrified them completely. From what I understood, it seemed to involve a human corpse. Eventually, after having brought in an interpreter from the town next to mine, it was revealed that they had stumble upon a dead child, no more than ten years old. They led me and two of my colleagues – followed by an ambulance – to the location where they had found the child. The sun was setting behind a thick mist when we got there. I lit a cigarette while we left the main road and walked into the forest, to where the child was supposed to be. I felt a bit uncomfortable having to deal with a dead child, but I had handled cases like this before – some car accidents – and didn’t feel too affected by it now. It was just another job, or so I thought. The Romanians stopped when we got close and refused to go any further. There was panic in their eyes, more than I expected even given these extreme circumstances. One of my colleagues stayed with them while the rest of us continued. We soon came upon a huge boulder that had been placed there by the ice sheet that covered Europe during the ice age. My colleague walked around it and a few moments later he came running back, pale as if he had seen the Devil himself. He bent down and puked right in front of me. “It…” he said. “It’s on the other side… Holy shit.” I didn’t ask him any questions, I only proceeded to check it out for myself with the medics following behind me. What we found on the other side of the boulder… It wasn’t natural. Half the child – a blond little girl – was fused with the boulder just as if she had been passing through it as a ghost and then suddenly turned into a human before she had time to exit the rock. Or, as my colleague later remarked, it was as if she had been teleported into the rock. The girls sorrowful, dead gaze into the forest seemed to tell a story of a tragedy unknown to the living. The medics quickly shied away from her eyes in silence, horrified by the fate she must have suffered, but I couldn’t look away. I’ve never been a religious man, but this experience made me doubt everything I’d believed before. And I don’t just mean the bizarre way the poor girl had lost her life, half engulfed by the boulder… There was something else about the girl as well. Something that made me feel completely empty inside, just as if a piece of my own soul was ripped out of me leaving an empty hole in my heart that quickly filled up with a sorrow I had never felt before. It was a dreadful feeling, only made worse by the strange fact that a small part of me recognized the girl. I couldn’t tell from where… Her face was like the vague memory of a dream recently forgotten. We collected ourselves and started talking, trying to make sense of the situation without any success, while the medics approached the body. I tried to focus on the hard facts while we investigated the scene. The girl was wearing a pink jacket. In one of the pockets, we found an odd looking flower – it’s colors were exotic and resembled the wings of a beetle – and a yellow library card with a text that puzzled us. “The library of Korona,” it said. The girl had written her name on the card as well. When I saw it, my world started spinning. “Isabella Lexelius”, it said in the girls childish handwriting. “Isn’t that your last name, sir?” my colleague said. “It… it is…” I didn’t know what to say or think. “Well, do you know her?” “I… I don’t know… No… No, I’ve never seen her before in my entire life. It must be a coincidence.” “That’s a pretty big coincidence, sir.” I didn’t respond to that. “There’s something on the ground as well”, one of the medics said. On the bloodstained moss beneath the girl, there was a notebook. It must have fallen out of her hand, the one that was hanging limply above the book. I picked it up and opened it. The pages were covered with small text, written with a different handwriting than the girl’s. “Sir!” one of the medics said. “We will have to bring some tools to cut her down.” “Yes”, I said absently. “There’s one more thing”, the medic said. I put the book in a plastic evidence bag. “What?” “There’s too much blood.” The medic pointed at the ground. “What do you mean there’s too much blood?” I asked. “Beneath the boulder, sir”, the medic explained. “It’s impossible for all that blood to come from a child.” A moment of silence, then I said: “We will have to come back here with better tools.” A day later, we successfully removed the upper body of the girl and brought it back to the morgue where it was examined. We also tried to lift the boulder with the help of a crane, but it wouldn’t budge. Instead, we dug a hole under it but we didn’t find any new body parts. All we could do this day was to sample as much of the blood as possible. During the examination of the body, I read the notebook. It contained the story of the city of Korona. I was convinced it was fiction – a deranged story written by the man I thought must have killed the girl – until a few weeks ago when the forensic lab called me. I still have a hard time believing it, but they told me there’s no other way. They had tested the DNA of the girl and compared it to mine because of her last name. It was my idea, since I didn’t want anyone to suspect anything. We didn’t think it would reveal anything, but it did… The ten or so years old girl, Isabella, was my daughter. I was sure it wasn’t possible. Ten years earlier I lived with my ex-wife and I never cheated on her and certainly didn’t have any children with her. We stayed together for five more years, so I would’ve known if she had a baby during that time. And yet, there was nothing wrong with the test. Below is a transcript of the notebook. I’ve typed it out here in the hopes that someone will remember the city of Korona or someone who might have lived in it. Please contact me if you have any information. This is what was inside the notebook: My name is Helena Fredriksson. Five years ago I was a different person. I was younger back then, not just in the ordinary sense but in spirit too. There was joy in my life and I had hopes and dreams. That’s all gone now… I don’t have that much time to write this down, but I will try and explain what happened to us – to our entire community – as well as I can. The event, as we have come to call it, occurred on July 9, 2013. I was only visiting Korona over the day to take my niece – Isabella – to the grand opening of The Red Grove, the cities new amusement park. It was supposed to be the biggest one in Sweden and Isabella had begged her parents to go to the grand opening, but neither of them had been able to due to work. So they called me and asked me to do it for them. I was their go-to person for when they needed help with Isabella, the only one they trusted. How I wish that hadn’t been the case now, considering what happened. We arrived pretty early, a few hours before the opening, so that we wouldn’t need to stay in line the whole day to get inside. The weather was amazing. It had rained earlier in the morning, so we had been a bit worried, but when we got to the city there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Isabella couldn’t stop talking about how much fun we would have, and it warmed my heart to see her so happy. It took us a bit longer than expected to get to the amusement park since one of the main streets had been closed off for a military parade. This didn’t bother us that much, it rather increased the feeling of celebration in the air. To avoid the parade, we had to take a bus to the city center, the Freyja square, and from there we had to take the subway to the Yellow Neutral business cluster – the tallest skyscrapers in Sweden. It was possible for us to walk to The Red Grove from there. There were people everywhere. It turned out that a lot of them had taken a ferry down the river that I didn’t know about. This meant we had to stand in line after all. Isabella didn’t mind, but I knew she would get hungry soon, and I worried that it would ruin her mood. Luckily, there was a man selling hot dogs from a cart that he was pushing down the line. I bought a hot dog and a soda for Isabella. Her parents didn’t really like when I bought her junk food, but a day like this I thought they would understand. The man was also selling red balloons to the children. Isabella said she wanted one. I tried to tell her that she would have to carry it around all day and that there would be more balloons inside the amusement park, but she wouldn’t listen. Reluctantly, I bought her a balloon as well. At this point, no one knew that their entire lives were about to change in a matter of minutes. Isabella accidentally let go of the balloon. I feared it would make her sad, but it didn’t seem to bother her that much. We looked at the balloon as it rose up into the air and drifted away. Soon, it was but a red dot against the vast blue sky. Then, suddenly, it vanished. “Where did it go?” Isabella said. I couldn’t explain it. It had just disappeared. “I don’t know”, I said. “Maybe it popped?” But something – an uneasy feeling I couldn’t rationalize – made me doubt that. Then, only a few minutes later, strong winds came from every direction. It carried a smell with it that reminded me of something rotten. “Ew”, Isabella said as her long white hair was blowing in the wind. “What’s that smell?” I held her hand harder. “I don’t know,” I said. People looked around, confused, and their joyful voices became concerned. Something was happening, but no one knew what it was. Sirens echoed in the distance, seemingly coming from the business cluster. “Oh my god,” a woman said and pointed towards the skyscrapers. “The top of the building is gone!” It wasn’t that easy to see, but she was right. The top of the tallest building was gone as if it had been cut off with a knife. Isabella was too short to see it, but she picked up that something wasn’t right on everyone's faces and she became worried herself. “I think we need to get away from here,” I said, acting completely on instinct. “I don’t think it’s safe.” Isabella teared up. “But the opening, aren’t we…” “We will come back later sweetheart,” I said as I walked away from the crowd with her. One of the ferries were just about to leave. We quickly stepped aboard. A few others joined us, but most of the people stayed behind in the hopes that everything would be sorted out. Isabella cried, but she wasn’t mad. As the ferry slowly drove away from the riverside promenade a commotion of some kind erupted among the crowd back on land. I couldn’t see what was going on, but suddenly everyone screamed in terror and tried to run towards the water. They were clearly escaping from something, but I couldn’t see what it was. All I saw was people stepping on each other while they tried to jump into the river and swim away. It was a horrible sight, and I’m glad Isabella wasn’t tall enough to see over the railing. Next, the sirens from the emergency alert system began blasting its eerie sound of imminent catastrophe. Everyone asked questions no one had any answers to. Most people I heard thought we were under attack, either by terrorists or the Russians. I picked up my phone to call my sister, but there was no signal. I tried with Isabella's phone as well without any luck. I soon discovered that no one had any signal. At the sides of the river that passed through the city, people were looking out of their windows trying to get a glimpse of what was going on but the only thing they could see that was out of the ordinary was the cut off building in the Yellow Neutral business cluster. “Look”, Isabella said and pointed at the sky. “I’ve never seen such a big bird before!” An enormous bird-like creature soared high above us. It was pitch black. Although it was impossible to say for sure, it seemed to be just as confused about seeing us as we were seeing it. It circled the city center a few times and then flew away again. The sight of the giant bird, or whatever it truly was, turned our anxious confusion into terror. We still didn’t know what had happened, but now we knew it didn’t have anything to do with terrorists or some foreign power. This was something else, something impossible to believe and yet at the same time impossible to deny. The ferry let us off a bit further down the river, close to Freyja square. People seemed to be in a state of panic, although no one knew what was wrong. Some were packing their cars to escape the city, others were running somewhere – perhaps to their loved ones – but most people clustered around police officers, city workers or military personnel from the parade to try and get some information. But they only got the same answer over and over again, yelled at them so that it could be heard over the sirens from the emergency alert system: that nothing was known and that they needed to return to their homes and listen to the radio for more information. “How are we suppose to listen to the radio when the power is out?!” The voice came from an old woman. “Look around, there’s no power!” She was right. “Go home and close your windows and wait for the power to come back,” a policeman said. “We don’t know what is going on, but the safest thing to do is to follow the procedure…” He was interrupted by something happening a few meters away. The first person who had tried to leave the city – a man on a loud motorcycle – had come back. I was carrying Isabella, comforting her at the same time as I tried to hear what the man on the bike was trying to tell everyone. I pushed through to get closer to him. He walked to the center of the square and climbed up on the foot of the statue of Freyja. Few people believed him, but everyone that had seen the creature in the sky had no doubt he was telling the truth however impossible it seemed. “There’s no way out!” the man yelled. “The main road cuts of at the edge of the city and… There’s only jungle. I can’t explain it. I’m sorry. But it’s true. We are surrounded by a dense, thick, jungle and there’s no way around it.” “Then it’s true,” a policeman whispered to himself next to me. “For the love of God, it was all true.” I asked him what he meant. First, he didn’t want to acknowledge my question, but when he saw my confusion and tears in my niece's innocent eyes he turned to me and said quietly: “Before we lost contact with the helicopter that was surveilling the parade, the pilot said something that simply didn’t make sense. He… He was crashing. Something had cut off his rotor blades. And he said that it all had changed somehow… The view had changed. Before he hit the ground he yelled that he had seen a jungle to the west and an ocean to the east.” More and more reports came in and even though it was impossible to tell rumors from facts they were all telling the same story: the entire world around the city had been replaced in an instance. The city was the same, but the sky above it wasn’t. Eventually, the screaming sirens went silent, the cars stopped beeping their horns and the cacophony of voices died out. An uncanny silence fell over the city. The feeling was beyond unreal. I didn’t know what any of this meant. I tried to explain it to my niece, but she was only five years old and she couldn’t understand. She wanted to go home to her parents and I didn’t know what to tell her. She was tired and needed rest, so I went to a hostel nearby and paid for a room. Soon, the economy of the city would collapse but for the first few days in this new unknown world, people still accepted money as payment. What followed was five years of unending trials and hardships, a continuous battle for survival with no hope for help or rescue. It started during the first night. The sun, identical to our own yet new and strange, sat due north instead of west and was replaced by unrecognizable stars covering the entire sky. As I looked up at them from the small window in our room, I didn’t feel awe, but rather I felt completely lost. The strangest feeling during all these years must have been the paradoxical sensation of familiarity on the streets mixed with the awareness of total displacement. I think this was partly why people kept close to the city center, to drown themselves in the illusion of being home even though they knew, deep down, that they couldn’t escape their fate as stranded in the unknown. Then, as I leaned out the window, I heard the sounds. People screaming, gunshots, cars driving madly through the streets without anywhere to go and the occasional odd howling that made my blood run cold. I never saw anything of what happened that night, but it changed the population – more than two million people – forever. I closed the window and hid behind the bed with Isabella. She wanted to cry for her mother, but I kept my hand over her trembling mouth. The next night was calmer, probably because no one dared venture outside. During the days, I soon realized, the threat didn’t come from the unknown jungle outside of the city but from the people within it. It was impossible to tell how much crimes were committed, but given what I saw with my own eyes – looting, robberies, and even murders – I figured the rate of crime must have gone up by a lot. However, it wasn’t total anarchy. The police and the few military units that had been in town for the parade kept some vital order to the community. Since ordinary people didn’t have guns, the police and the military wasn’t threatened by the average citizen. A leader stepped forward – the man on the motorcycle – and after a few weeks, everyone seemed to cooperate peacefully. The food that was left in the stores were mostly distributed fairly and everyone that could work seemed to do it without hesitation, even I. The scientists that had been working at the university at the time of the event couldn’t figure out what had happened, but with the help of hundreds of citizens, they managed to build a small nuclear power plant that could return electricity to the city. I mostly helped out with that project. I didn’t know anything about nuclear physics, but I did what little I could. It was amazing what we were capable of as a people and in all my dreadfulness a feeling of pride grew in my chest. Although, our time in this world wasn’t simple. Far from it. Aside from my personal problem with keeping Isabella healthy and safe – which I succeeded with although she never felt safe – there were three major problems that kept growing larger for every week. The first one was the food and water situation. Some people had managed to grow wheat and potatoes in parks and on soccer fields, but it wasn’t enough. We were running out of food and water. It did rain from time to time, but very few people felt safe drinking the rainwater. To battle this problem – and to find solutions to some other problems as well – expeditions were sent out to explore the jungle. These typically ended the same way, that is with no one coming back. Only once or twice did someone manage to return to the city, but they weren’t themselves anymore. It was as if something in the jungle had captured their souls and let their bodies walk back unscratched. The second problem was nature. It seemed to have spared us the first couple of months, but soon after we got the electricity back it turned on us. It took a while before I saw it with my own eyes, but – seemingly at random – mysterious creatures entered the city. Sometimes they just walked right through it, never to return again. A policewoman – one of the new recruits – told me that she had followed a naked blue child as it solemnly walked into the city and then back out of it again. At other times indescribable monsters wreaked havoc on the streets, killing as many people as they could before returning to wherever they came from. At one point – and this I actually saw for myself – an enormous centipede, pure white with hundreds of red eyes, suddenly appeared from a manhole. It quickly climbed up against a building – as if it knew exactly what it was doing – and entered one of the windows on the top floor. Next came the screams from the people inside the building. A few escaped, but everyone else inside were ripped to shreds. Only after about five minutes did the centipede exit the building from the entrance, it’s white segmented body stained with blood, and returned down the manhole. These attacks, as they were called, aroused fear and panic in all of us. Although it didn’t happen that often, it happened often enough for everyone to be on edge all the time. The third problem also didn’t become noticeable until later. It was a problem of health. There was no pattern to who was affected or not, but some people – probably no more than 1% – got sick. It started out like a fever and slowly progressed with nightmarish mutations randomly hitting the body. Most of these mutations made the victims handicapped and disfigured, but sometimes – very rarely – the victims developed properties that were seemingly beneficial to them. The most extreme case of this that I saw was a young girl who grew a third eye in the middle of her forehead. The iris of the new eye glittered with amazing colors and the girl claimed that she could use the eye to see other peoples emotions. At the beginning of the health crisis, the sick people were treated badly, just as if they had been monsters from the jungle. This treatment only got worse when it was revealed that the creatures from outside never attacked the sick. At one point, a mob gathered at Freyja square, set on chasing the sick people out of the city. Luckily, this was stopped by the military. In the end, however, the sick people were sent into the jungle. Not to be away with them, though, but to make use of their immunity to the nature of this world. This turned into a huge success that eventually solved the food and water problem. They could venture out and explore the surrounding area and return with edible fruits, vegetables, and small mammal-like animals that they hunted. This was a turning point for us. And then luck stroke again. All attempts at fishing had failed so far, but all of a sudden there were fish everywhere in the river. We soon learned that there were different periods for when the fish was out to sea or close to land. However, as soon as they came close to land mysterious purple thunderstorms that lasted weeks tormented the city. And yet, we survived. Many people didn’t, of course, but life was possible. In the end, we prevailed. During the five years that followed there weren’t that many catastrophes and our focus on survival kept most of our thoughts of home away. Even Isabella thought less and less of her parents as she grew older. Over time, most people got used to the bizarre situation they had found themselves in back in July 2013. Many people did commit suicide, yes, but most people choose to live on in this unknown land. Two events, however, changed things. First, it was what happened to a planned expedition at sea. Hundreds of people, mostly men, decided to venture out into the ocean with one of the luxury cruisers that had been moored next to the city. This was going to be a great adventure and, perhaps, a way to find some answers to where we had ended up. It inspired all of us. Thousands of people – Isabella and I included – had gathered to watch as the huge boat slowly sailed out. It all felt similar to that day five years earlier when we had waited for the amusement park to open. We all stared at the horizon as the boat – named Birdo de Espero – turned into a small dot against the setting sun. We imagined the amazing adventures they would be on and looked forward to their return. But then something that must have been larger than anything we had seen so far came out of the water and swallowed Birdo de Espero whole. Some people screamed and others cried. This was a hard blow to the city. Just knowing that a being like that – a being able to eat an entire luxury cruiser in one bite – could exist deprived many people their hopes of a future. The next event was different. It was a miracle, to say the least. It happened only a month after the destruction of Birdo de Espero. A military guard, a young man who had only been fifteen at the time of our disappearance from Earth, discovered that when he stood at a certain place at Freyja square he could tune into to a specific radio station from our old world. The station's name was Synthwave Mix and dedicated most of its broadcasting to that kind of music. Hope returned immediately, but this time the hope was different from the one we had spent five years building up within ourselves. This was the hope of seeing our loved ones again. The hope to return home. The people at the university investigated the area to try and determine where the radio signals were coming from. They didn’t have much success but soon realized that they emanated from the ground beneath Freyja square. While the area was investigated by the scientists, ordinary people showed up en masse. They all had radios of different kinds with them, like children carrying stuffed animals to feel safe, hoping to tune in to Synthwave Mix and get a taste of their lost home. Of course, the area where the radio station could be heard was too small and the police had to chase everyone away to give the scientists the room they needed. A few days later, though, the scientists placed a set of large speakers at the foot of the statue of Freyja and connected them to the receiver they were using to listen in on the radio station. Day and night the relaxed, somewhat melancholic, synthetic music played non-stop to the entire city. People congregated around the statue. They even defied the dangers of the night. This became our cities new tradition. Ending the day by going to the statue and sitting down around it, as if in prayer, became our pilgrimage. It wasn’t exactly the music that drew people to the square, but rather it’s origin. Still, the electronic melodies soon turned into a symbol of all of our hopes and desires. From time to time, people got up and danced – sometimes while crying from a bittersweet joy difficult to explain. Although, the thing that made us all go silent and become totally focused was when the hosts said something. Usually, they only spoke about the music they were broadcasting – completely unaware that an entire city full of people were listening to them almost religiously – but on rare occasions, they talked about the world outside. At those times it felt like our hearts collectively stopped in anticipation. Would they say something about us, about their efforts to figure out where we all had gone and how they would bring us back? But there was never any news about us, just as if they had already forgotten about us or never known about us at all. The tragic fate of the city of Korona never came up. Yet, we never lost fate. It took a long time – and now I’m getting closer to the present day – but eventually, the scientists decided that it would be worthwhile digging a large hole right where the radio waves seemed to sip out of the ground. This was no easy task and neither was it safe. The work took weeks. Again we all helped. No one really knew what exactly we were looking for, we only knew that it was something. When we reached the bottom, where the rock was too hard to dig through, a mountain of dirt covered the entire square. Our efforts hadn’t been in vain, we discovered. Right beneath the place where the radio waves had been picked up, there was a small hole in the bedrock. People were asked to back away from it while the scientists investigated it. First, they tried to measure how deep it was. This took some time since it was hard to find a long enough rope. In the end, it was estimated to be about 700 meters deep. Next, some equipment was sent down tied to the end of the rope, and to everyone's surprise everything that was sent down was swallowed by the hole. Of course, no one knew where it went but we all thought the same thing. That, somehow, it had returned home. It was a reasonable assumption given that the only thing coming out of the hole – the radio waves – came from Earth. We all rejoiced in this discovery. More experiments were done and although some questions remained unanswered the consensus – even among the scientists – was that the hole really was a portal back to our own world. There were two large problems that needed to be solved though. The first was the safety. Every time something tied to the rope disappeared at the bottom of the hole, the rope was cut off just like the skyscraper five years earlier. This meant that it was possible that whoever entered the hole would be cut off as well. However, this problem was solved pretty soon. By tying a camera to the rope, connected to a screen above ground, it was discovered that the rope was only cut off when pulled back. As long as it wasn’t pulled back, the screen still received signals from the camera. The camera never recorded anything other than darkness on what was assumed to be the other side, but since it continued to work until the rope was pulled back this didn’t seem to be such a big problem. After all, some technical issues were expected under the circumstances. The second problem was that the hole was too small for anyone to fit into. Many attempts were made to widen the hole, but the bedrock seemed to be made out of a stronger material than any of our machines could tear into. This was extremely frustrating. It made us feel like we had reached the finish line only to discover that we were unable to cross it. In the end, one of the scientists said she wanted to send her ten-year-old son down the hole. He was small enough to fit into it. This was widely debated for quite some time before it was approved. The mother argued that the city of Korona was no place for her son and that all the evidence suggested the hole was the only way home. The boy was brave. He knew he would probably never see his poor mother again but still went through with it. He was given a walkie-talkie and after a tear-filled goodbye to his mother, he was sent down the 700 meters deep, pitch black hole. He was instructed to radio in after he reached the other side, confirming he was safe. After the rope was pulled back, the mother waited and waited for her son to report. However, he never did. For weeks, the mother sat at the edge of the hole – under merciless heat and under pouring rain – calling her son over and over again with her walkie-talkie. No one knew what, if anything, had gone wrong. Since no other radio waves had been picked up other than Synthwave Mix, it was possible that other radio waves simply couldn’t enter into our world for some reason. Still, the authority deemed the hole too unsafe for anyone else to enter. This didn’t change peoples minds though. The hole represented the only true hope we had felt in years. And given all the horrible things in our world that could destroy us at any moment as easily as it is for us to blow out a candle, the small risk of going through the hole seemed to be more than acceptable. The hole was guarded by the police, but most of the police shared the cities collective opinion that the hole was the only way out… not for any of the adults, but for our children. And now I’m sitting here, in the room I payed for five years ago, writing this down. During the last few weeks, many parents have been sending their children down the hole at night. This world is truly no place for them. Although they could survive, they deserve better. Hence, like many others, I’ve decided to send Isabella home. When I told her about it, she looked at me with a happiness in her eyes I hadn’t seen since we were transported to this dreadful, godforsaken world. I’ve been writing this all day now. It’s my testimony to what happened to Korona. I will give this notebook to Isabella. I’m sure she will be able to give it to her father. Somehow, I know it in my heart that she will find her way home to her parents. Soon it will be dark and I will bring Isabella to Freyja square one last time. I’m sorry it took so long, Helana __________ Book submitted by /u/Malmto to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

I'm at work so I can't actually play, but no one is making this thread and it needs to be done.. post your changes and I'll update the OP. I'll be on all day :) Also please post pics!! Update: Lunch meeting until 1:00 pm (-7:00 GMT). But I will return :) Just got back from the meeting.. 160 unread comments.. please hold while I update the log :P Up-to-date ditching work 10 minutes early to go home and game. Will check back a couple times tonight, but I think we got most of the changes for this prerelease. Also I upvoted nearly every comment as a method of marking which ones I've read and some of you got a lot (30+) of comment karma from that (I'm looking at you kaltivel), so happy prerelease Thursday :P Good work people! See you all on the flip-side. -Twitch89 Download Links: Client Server Auto-generated Changelist Map with 500 EXP and Items for enchanting: If you want to see the Enderdragons in action, put these 2 files ( 1, 2 ) into your minecraft.jar and delete the META-INF folder. (Gold sword right click spawns dragon, right click of diamond sword teleports you to Ender.) Changes Spikes added (likely only referring to pillars in enderworld. No new block found) Glistering Melon added. Crafted with Melon and Gold Nugget. Non-edible. (Glister is the old English version of glitter) Moon Now has phases video Round Sun and Moon The sun now rises on the right side of the map. Putting north at the top. And clouds float west The Eyes of Ender now fly up in the direction of the nearest stronghold. You can only use 4 or so ender eyes at once, then you must pick them back up. New Stuff in Strongholds. Possible loot includes: Ender Pearls, Diamonds, Iron Ingots, golden apples, iron pickaxes. 6 Different Slabs (can someone confirm that they are new?) 1.9pre3 Brick and Stone Slabs are new no they're not. Also wood slabs not shown in image Yes they are new No they are old. No new slabs. not in the game, but in the .JAR there is an enderdragon entry in the /mob sub-folder with textures (Ender Dragon Textures ) Your current level is displayed in the center of the screen 1.9pre3 lighting in the rain is back 1.9pre3 looks like experience has been slightly modified to give you more per action. eg) Way more XP for killing Zombie Pigmen. Might be an overall increase for testing purposes. You can no longer place a water source on a spot where there already is a water source. It will be placed next to it instead as another water source Similarily, you can no longer place lava where there is already a lava source block. It will place on top or next to it. Spiders appear to be more animated. The legs move more and not all at once. server now has Rcon and Query support character gives off a bubbly animation after it eats a golden apple Signs can be Placed with greater freedom of rotation 1.8 or earlier torch on chest glitch? I know there was a glitch to do this earlier but maybe now it's easier? Confirmation? Melons only drop 1 slice now instead of 4-6 slices after breaking (Just a bug ) you can attack/kill mobs through glass (both blocks and panes) (possibly a bug?) *The server not waiting for chunks to save bug has been fixed. ghast fireballs now do more damage and create more fire upon impact.(on hard I'm getting a full health bar halved from splash damage alone, and a near direct hit took away about 9 hearts) On the flip side, they seem to spawn slightly less. spider jockeys are more common now? (needs confirmation) Snow doesn't delete torches, saplings, watermelon sprouts, pumpkin sprouts, or wheat anymore you can shear grass to put in your inventory 1.8.1 or earlier cows don't breed anymore, (false, possibly only breed once or more likely just after the cooldown of 1 game day) also now have udders?(1.9pre or earlier.) After breeding, cows follow their baby around. (1.9pre3 or earlier) cows remain the same as 1.9pre3 The End The "End" Dimension can now be reached by using Eye of the Enders on all the "weird" blocks and you get teleported to a world with obsidian pillars, endermen, and not sponge(new block seems like just a retexture of cobble ) New block that is not sponge in The End Realm. It has the properties of stone. Shown in natural light End is not completed Maps in the End are blank. Unless you craft a map in the end. but even then they are fairly useless. The end appears to be a large floating island instead of an infinitely generating zone. You can place water in the End. Nether Portals will not light in the End Sleeping in beds in the End produces violent, fiery explosions, just like the Nether currently no way to leave the End other than dying Endermen in the End drop black exp orbs (caused by low light level in End) Video1 Video2 of the End Enchantments can no longer enchant the flint and steel Enchantment Table now has a tooltip name on creative mode blue particle effect (like crits) to tell you enchantments are working no enchantment costs above 5 skill pts (Unless you place bookshelves near the enchantment table confirmed ) ( Yes, the number of bookshelfs increases the level of enchantments further. A table surrounded by six bookshelves on each side (and one block gap) gives level 14 recipes. By further surrounding the table, higher levels are possible. (49 confirmed By placing bookshelves walls of 5x5 around the enchantment table with space between the table and the shelves) ONLY bookshelves which are at the height of the enchantment table and a row above it make little the symbols float into the animated enchantment book. Also only the sides of the bookshelves emit these symbols, and only ones within a line-of-sight to the enchanting table. Multiple enchantments can be applied to a weapon (possible that gold weapons have a much higher chance of being dual modded. Gold seems to pick up more powerful enchantments, with a higher chance of getting many) Sword of featherfall I/II/III/IV (does not negate fall damage)(Falling 10 blocks: 2.5dam regular, 2.0dam w/ armor, 1.0dam with featherfall IV) Bane of arthropods I (more damage to spiders) pickaxe of Efficiency I/II (mines slightly faster) Sword of Smite I/II. (It glows blue instead of the normal pink) (More damaging to Skeletons and Zombies) Sharpness I Respiration I/II/III (Maybe it let's you breathe longer underwater or sprint longer?) Projectile Protection I/II/III/IV (No health damage from arrows, still armour damage. Needs verification) Protection I/II/IV (Protection II armor gives you absolutely no damage in lava while armor slowly deteriorates) Fire Aspect I (lights enemy on fire.) Efficiency I/II Unbreaking I/II (You have a chance of not wasting a use of the tool) Fire Protection I/II Blast Protection I sword of looting I (Mobs seem to be dropping much more loot than average) pickaxe of fortune I video (chance of doubling drop upon mining ore) (works on coal and diamonds, but not iron or gold. Seems to work only if the block would drop a different item type upon being mined.) (Pickaxe of Fortune doesn't work on iron/gold, since you could endlessly re-plant the harvested ore block) Axe of Silk Touch I (Silk touch makes it so you get the block that you break. For instance breaking a glowstone block gives you a glowstone block instead of dust) Aqua Affinity I (dig easier underwater) Potions Water Bottle+Glistering Melon = Mundane Potion + Fermented Spider Eye = Potion of Weakness 1:30 Water Bottle+Nether Wart = Awkward Potion + Glistering Melon = Potion of Healing Instant Health + Glowstone Dust = Potion of Healing (Instant Health II) Water Bottle+Nether Wart = Awkward Potion + Ghast Tear = Potion of Regeneration 0:45 + Glowstone Dust = Potion of Regeneration II 0:22 Weaponized potions. You can turn any potions into splash potions by brewing gunpowder into a potion (even Even Instant Health II). It appears in a different shaped flask. Instead of drinking it, you throw it like a grenade. splash potions of harming and poison do not damage undead type mobs. If you load a splash potion into a dispenser, it splashes when the dispenser throws it. The potion of swiftness now leaves a visible effect on the player Green particle effects on you when you're poisoned Potion of Strength will also leave a particle effect on the player. submitted by /u/Twitch89 to r/Minecraft [link] [comments]