Tonijn amuse


#Koolhydraatarm  #foodfun 

VOORGERECHTJE

2 personen:

- 2  eetlepel sesamzaad
- 1 eetlepel citroensap
- klein teentje geperste knoflook
- 1/4 rode peper klein gesneden zonder zaadlijsten
- olijfolie
- peper en zout
-  85 gram verse tonijn
- 1/2 rijpe avocado prakken
- klein stukje komkommer in blokjes
- 1 eetlepel crème fraîche
- klein scheutje sojasaus
- beetje honing


BEREIDING
Meng citroensap, knoflook, rode peper, olijfolie peper/zout, avocado, komkommer, creme fraiche, sojasaus, honing in een kom doorelkaar.

Snijd de tonijn in dunne plakjes.
Rooster het sesamzaad in een droge pan lichtbruin.

Verdeel over twee bordjes de helft van de tonijnplakjes en daarover 1/3 sesam, daarover heen het mengsel en dan de andere helft van de tonijnplakjes, 1/3 sesam. Garneer met de rest van de geroosterde sesamzaadjes
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Clean litter.
Cigarette filters formed most of the waste. - #cleanupday   #cigarettebutts   #sigaretfilters   #plogging   Every year the Netherlands Schoon organises Rural Cleanup Day. This year more than 30 thousand participants went out on Saturday 20 March 2021 to clean a piece of the Netherlands. There were a total 87,794 pieces of waste registered. Cigarette filters formed most of the waste, followed by cans and candy or cookie wraps. Red Bull, McDonald's and Heineken were the three most found brands. And, not entirely surprising: 2.1 percent of the waste consisted of mouthcaps. And that's new! Mouth caps, which are casually thrown down everywhere and can be seen even in nature. How “lose weight” clean up the outdoors. - Litter: how the “dropouts” clean up the outdoors. Sometimes the useful is accompanied by the pleasant, as with voluntary garbage turnips. You take a nice walk and you do something for the environment. Organisations and municipalities saw a growth in the number of voluntary waste rappers in the past year. Stichting Nederland Schoon, a nationwide organisation focused on combating litter, counted as many as four hundred more private disposal operations in 2020 than in 2019, an increase of 16 percent. Groningen Schone Thanks to Mijen, a clean-up initiative of the municipality of Groningen, also saw the animo for the disposal of litter rise. The number of applications for waste grippers and rings increased by around nine hundred applications over the past year, more than doubling compared to 2019. Plogging. - On Instagram, you can see the popularity of picking litter in the use of hashtags like #litter (15 thousand messages) and #litterpicking (60 thousand messages) in photographs of collected waste. Also contractions like #wandery (29 thousand selfies during the turnip) and #plogging (171 thousand posts) are popular. Plogging is een porte-manteau van de Zweedse woorden ‘plocka upp '(pick up) and' jogga '(jogging) and refers to exactly that: turnips while running. Organizations like Netherlands Schoon also encourage the use of apps during cleanup. Jaap de Boer developed - Totally Green for 'anyone who just wants to clean it'. The free app tracks routes and shows on a map where people have cleaned. You can see how long ago garbage was picked. For example, a green route means that the last month has been cleaned, brown means that it has been over 90 days. The number of downloads increased from six hundred on January 1, 2020 to five thousand early April this year. For the real fanatics there is Litterati. During the turnip, you can upload pictures of the garbage to the internationally oriented app. They can also tag those pictures, based on the location and the type of waste. For example, you can specify whether it is tin, plastic, paper or other material. If visible, volunteers can also register the producer of the waste. With this information, organizations that focus on combating litter will be able to get started. But who are the voluntary trash rappers actually and what moves them? Three ordinary Dutch people tell about rubbish turnips. - Volkskrant, Wednesday, April 28, 2021. Dick the Great. - “This month is exactly seven years since I started picking up trash. My annoyance about garbage lying around began earlier, after the birth of my son. I then went for a walk more often, so I noticed the garbage more and more. I was mostly grumbling about it on Facebook. A lot of people grumbled with me, but every now and then I got the question why I didn't clean up myself. Yeah, bye, I thought at first, I'm not gonna clean up other people's crap.? But in the end, I started it anyway.. 'First I did it once a week for two hours, but there were more and more. I felt more comfortable with that garbage turnips, it emptied my head. Certainly in the beginning that was an important motive. According to my wife, I became a more pleasant person, because I turned from a grumbler to a doer. 'The cleaning up itself is fun and nice, but of course it doesn't really help against the problem. After a week there is exactly the same. That's why I started collecting data four years ago. What kind of waste is it? Where is the? From what brand is it? This information is useful for municipalities to address the problem in a targeted manner. For example, they know where to put more trash cans. I am now hired by several municipalities and companies to collect data, and I also teach schools about the generation and control of litter. That's how I turned the hobby into my work.’ Bas of Gangelen. - With his Instagram account @afvalbas (1036 according) he shares photos of his displayed, sorted waste and tin figures. 'I've been running hard for about ten years, but from last August I'm going plogging. Then I run with a garbage bag in my hand and gloves, and I regularly stop to pick up trash. When you get home, the garbage bag is always full. If you want to put a serious running time, don't start. I run two a week a lap of about ten kilometers, but if I wanted to, I could do it every day and come home with a full garbage bag. There's plenty! When I get home, I stole the waste and take pictures of it, to make the litter problem more visible. 'Besides cans and plastic I find a lot of mouthcaps. The other day I collected 49 mouthcaps after 80 minutes. I often put it in the back before making the pictures. They are not beautiful, but they are part of it. The cans are the most beautiful, I sometimes make figures of them for the picture, such as Pac-Man. 'A few times I can get angry during the garbage picking up, but you have to get over it anyway, because there's no point in. Uiteindelijk heb ik op meerdere manieren voordeel van plogging. It is healthy for yourself, you do something good for nature and you immediately see results.’ Marlies Feijen. - 'Since the start of corona, I've been volunteering garbage at the Huissen litter brigade. Before that I used to clean up a lot of junk when I went for a walk, but in February last year I saw people walking in yellow vests with such a gripper. That's more fun.! On your own, you'll get the idea that you're cleaning up other people's mess, and in a group you'll also get a lot more fun comments. 'I have something to do myself: it offers me peace and I am often philosophising about how the waste got there. When someone throws away a receipt from a Rolex, I wonder what story is behind it. And maybe someday I'll find something really special, a beautiful piece of jewelry or something. 'The nice thing is also that sometimes you find funny things. I like to share the things I find. The other day I found a plastic shape of a whale and then I say: Look, there's a whale washed up in Huissen. Of course, it's nice when people react. People who do this all follow each other again on Instagram. Now that I'm talking about it like that, I'm actually thinking: I'm going home on time today, and I can still pick up trash. I get very excited about it, I like to search for stuff. My husband and I with dog Kyra. - My husband and I spend at least 4 hours a week picking up the garbage. We (my husband and I) can hardly take a walk without bringing a garbage bag. Even our dog Kyra still dwell on everything that smells like: litter. Source:Volkskrant/28-04-2021/Jasmijn Huisman and Leanne de Munnik. Free Writing: Janne Marthies. Illustrations: #stock #pixapay
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Homophobia kills
#shortstory   #lgbt #homophobia Title: Homophobia kills. Author: Darimel Urdaneta (MeredithSkyWalker) Dedicated to Ed. ❤️🏳️‍🌈 Based on real events. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelic family it was hard to be who you wanted to be. When he was 10 years old he discovered what he was playing to do, play with his two friends, play his father's dolls sneaking. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was looking at him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he didn't really like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give her a good example and parents who would not approve their behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy he made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone.. Watching him in the distance filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling undue things for someone of his same sex, he began to question himself, to custiate life and its meaning. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that that was part of life, not always who you love you.. Time passed and he came to college, he studied Nursing, which did not seem all male to his parents but they accepted it, total his son would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They started going out and everything was going wonders, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he didn't tell the truth to his parents, that person would, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it.. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beating, punishments and hatred. His mother was unable to reason just like his father. The weeks passed and their hell was getting worse. Without his cell phone, confiscated his car, forbidden exits and visits. Thousands of ideas pierced his head confudinda and hurt. Bruises, blows on his body showed him what would be of him from now on. With a lot of pain in his soul he made a decision. One night he managed to communicate with her boyfriend, told him to pick him up, they wanted to flee, live his life, love without fear and without hiding.. They made an agreement, he'd send a friend to look for him.. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed in his house, he found himself and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend spent a long time waiting outside and no one went out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story. Alone, tired, wounded, broken and depressed committed suicide. With a rope ended his life on March night, his soul could not with so much pain, he surrendered and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news was watered like dusty, a shattered boyfriend, friends wrapped in crying, her family in a state of denial and the community in which she lived shocked. Do not one could believe it. That educated, scholar and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, fag, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family went on with his life, going to church, acting indifferently and doing as if it was never his fault. Hatred for them grew in the community, but until today only about 1 year after their death they act like nothing. Do they?? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel who flies free and happy in another universe, away from discrimination and pain. Since he was little Ed had always felt different. Growing up in an evangelical family it was difficult to be who you wanted to be. When she was 10 years old, she discovered what she had to do, play with her two friends, play hide-and-seek dolls from her father. As he grew up he felt impure, unhappy and bad about himself, God was watching him from heaven and saw what he was doing, he tried to repress himself and act normal, he had a girlfriend but he really did not like that, taking his hand felt empty, kissing her was like kissing paper, but he had to do it, he had a younger sister to give a good example and parents who would not approve of his behavior. At the end of high school he met a boy who made him feel for the first time having butterflies in his stomach when he saw someone. Observing him from afar filled him with illusion, but it was not the right thing to do and he blamed himself again for feeling inappropriate things for someone of the same sex, he began to question himself, to question life and its meanings. Time passed and the boy got a girlfriend, that broke Ed's heart, but little by little he realized that this was part of life, not always who you love love you. Time passed and he went to university, he was studying Nursing, which did not seem male to his parents but they accepted it, his are would graduate. Ed met who would be the love of his life, tall, handsome and gay. They begin to go out and everything was going great, until someone discovered it and threatened that if he did not tell the truth to his parents that person would do it, feeling cornered and in the middle of an internal battle he agreed to do it, with fear and suspicion he did it. That night everything changed, it was the beginning of the end. Discussions, beatings, punishments and hatred. His mother was incapable of reasoning like his father. The weeks passed and his hell got worse and worse. Without his cell phone, his car was seized, and outings and visits were prohibited. Thousands of ideas ran through her head, confused and hurt. Blows on his body showed him what would become of him from now on. With much pain in his soul I made a decision. One night she managed to communicate with her boyfriend, she told him to pick him up, they wanted to run away, live their life, love without fear and without hiding. They reached an agreement, he would send a friend to look for him. Ed contacted his two best friends and told them what he would do and that if something bad happened it would be his father's fault. The hours passed at his house, he was alone and to his surprise they had closed all the exits, her boyfriend's friend spent a long time waiting outside and not one came out, she left and he felt very bad. Time passed and he felt worse. The time came and he did something that would turn the story around. Alone, tired, hurt, broken, and depressed, he committed suicide. With a rope he ended his life one night in March, his soul could not with much pain, he gave up and abandoned himself to the unknown. The news spread like powder, a broken boyfriend, some friends wrapped in tears, his family in denial and the community in which he was shocked. Do not one could believe it. That polite, studio and good boy had ended his life. Several versions came to light but one took more notoriety, his parents hated him for being gay, queer, deviant, crazy. The months passed, his family moved on, going to church, acting nonchalantly and pretending it was never their fault. The hatred for them grew in the community, but to this day just almost 1 year after their death they act like nothing. They? some killers. In memory of Edgar, you are now a beautiful angel flying free and happy in another universe, far from discrimination and pain. 🏳️‍🌈❤️



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