3 months ago

I am giving a recipe to you for free, and you all should adjust it to your liking or dietary needs.


🌙 Moonmilk for the Mourned and Mythic

Base Ingredients (all optional and adjustable):

- 1 cup non-dairy milk (oat, almond, rice, etc. — smooth and soothing)

- 1 tsp maple syrup or honey (for sweetness that whispers, not shouts)

- A tiny pinch of cinnamon or cardamom (warmth without burn)

- 1/4 tsp vanilla extract (soft aroma, comfort embodied)

- Optional: mashed banana or a spoon of instant mashed potato — for body and survival-grade texture

Comfort Add-ins (ritual-choose-your-own):

- 🧠 For sensory calm: A drop of food-grade lavender or a sprinkle of nutmeg

- 💀 For grief or rage: Add crushed ice and stir hard—let the clatter speak

- 🐾 For therian grounding: Stir with a paw-shaped spoon or pour into a bowl

- 🐉 For mythic flair: Add edible glitter, crushed cereal charms, or a moon-shaped marshmallow

Instructions:

1. Heat the milk gently in a small pan or microwave. Stir slowly—like you're conjuring a dream.

2. Add your chosen ingredients, whispering something you need to hear. ("You made it through today," or "Your anger is sacred.")

3. Pour into a mug, bowl, or ritual vessel. Hold it close. Let the warmth name you.

Accessibility Notes:

- Blind folx can navigate by smell and touch—vanilla and cinnamon are gentle guides.

- Deaf friends might enjoy a visual glitter swirl or choose ingredients by color.

- Those with dysphoria or trauma can choose textures that feel most grounding (creamy, grainy, etc.)

- For eating disorders: This is not about nutrition—it’s about ritual. Sip one spoon, or just make and smell it. Survival looks different every day.



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