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  • Delicious Gluten Free Diabetic Friendly Low Carb Budget Crumble

    Delicious Gluten Free Diabetic Friendly Low Carb Budget Crumble

    Fruit Crumble

    Written by
    emma.stormbornelore

    Ingredients
    Wild berries: 2 cups (blackberries, raspberries, sloes)

    Tart crab apples or sour apples: 2 small, peeled and chopped

    Hazelnut flour: ½ cup (or crushed toasted hazelnuts)

    Lupin flour: ¼ cup (adds protein, lowers carbs)

    Arrowroot flour: 2 tbsp (for crumble texture)

    Erythritol, monk fruit, or xylitol: 3 tbsp (sweetener)

    Nut oil or coconut oil: 2 tbsp (for crumble topping)

    Cinnamon (optional): a pinch

    Water: a splash to stew the fruit

    Method
    Stew the Fruit:

    In a small pot over the fire or stovetop, combine berries, chopped apples, a splash of water, and 1 tbsp of sweetener.

    Cook gently until the fruit softens and releases its juices (~10 minutes).

    Prepare the Crumble:

    In a bowl, mix hazelnut flour, lupin flour, arrowroot flour, remaining sweetener, and oil.

    Rub together until it forms a crumbly texture. Add cinnamon if desired.

    Assemble and Cook:

    In a heat-safe dish or wrapped leaf pouch, layer the stewed fruit.

    Sprinkle the crumble mixture evenly on top.

    Place on warm stones or in a low oven (~175°C / 350°F) for 20–30 minutes until golden.

    Serve
    Enjoy warm. Optional: a small drizzle of almond milk or coconut cream for richness.

    Historical / Fantasy Note:
    Served in Emberhelm to celebrate the return of the sun, or after battles, this crumble honors the land’s bounty. Tart fruits and nut flours reflect what ancient Britons might have used in a sweet dish without modern sugars.

    Dietary Notes:
    Diabetic-friendly: Uses low-glycemic sweeteners; high protein & fat balance fruit sugars.

    Gluten-free: No oats or wheat, all flours naturally gluten-free.

    Vegan-friendly: No an8imal products used.

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  • Budget-Friendly High-Protein Recipe for Diabetics

    Budget-Friendly High-Protein Recipe for Diabetics

    Ancient Fuel for Modern Bodies Written by Emma StormborneLore

    💰 Cost per person: Approx. £1.20
    🥣 Diet: Dairy-free, High-protein, Energy-boosting
    🔥 Era: Late Neolithic to Bronze Age

    Ingredients

    Ingredient Quantity Modern Equivalent / Notes


    Barley (or pearl barley) 100g Soaked or cooked ahead
    Wild garlic or chives Handful Sub: spring onion or spinach
    Smoked dried meat 50–100g Sub: beef jerky, smoked tofu, pancetta
    Roasted root veg 1 cup Turnip, parsnip, carrot cubed and roasted
    Crushed hazelnuts 1 tbsp Sub: any ground nut for protein
    Bone broth or veg broth 300ml Strength-giving base
    Cracked black pepper Pinch Optional
    Dried berries 1 tbsp Rowan, sloe, elderberry; sub: cranberries or raisins

    Method


    Prepare barley by soaking or simmering until soft.

    In a clay or heavy-bottomed pot, warm the bone broth.

    Add barley, roasted roots, and meat. Simmer 10–15 minutes.

    Stir in hazelnuts, wild greens, and a pinch of pepper.

    Toss in berries just before serving.

    Serve in a wide wooden bowl or bark platter for an earthy, authentic presentation.

    Nutritional & Historical Notes


    Barley & roots: Long-lasting energy

    Nuts & meat: Muscle repair and stamina

    Greens & berries: Antioxidant power for healing

    Bone broth: Immune support & collagen

    Before battle, warriors ate meals like this to ground strength to spirit. Each ingredient had symbolic meaning: nuts for clarity, meat for power, berries for connection to ancestors.

    Budget-friendly alternatives:
    Hazelnuts → Sunflower seeds

    Bone broth → Stock cube in water

    Dried meat → Canned meat or lentils

    Wild greens → Frozen spinach

    Root vegetables (turnip, parsnip, carrot). Naturally higher in carbs than leafy greens. But in moderate portions they’re fine; cooking them doesn’t spike sugar as fast as refined carbs.

    Meat & nuts: Provides protein and healthy fats, which help stabilize blood sugar.

    Berries: Small amount (1 tbsp) adds flavor and antioxidants without excessive sugar.

    Bone broth & greens: Low in carbs, nutrient-dense, and diabetic-friendly.

    Tips to make it even more diabetes-conscious:

    Reduce berries to half a tablespoon if needed.

    Use more greens to increase fiber.

    Portion control
    serve with ~1 cup per meal to keep carbs count steady.

    This meal is high in protein and fiber. Which slows glucose absorption, making it a good choice for a diabetic-friendly, energy-boosting dish.

    Diabetic-Friendly Note:


    This ancient high-energy meal is naturally low-GI, high in protein, and rich in fiber. Helping to maintain steady blood sugar levels. By balancing barley, root vegetables, meat, nuts, and greens, it provides sustained energy without sharp glucose spikes. For extra caution, reduce the amount of dried berries or increase greens for more fiber.

    Ingredients to watch and more substitutions

    Dried Berries: The recipe uses a tablespoon of dried berries. The dehydration process concentrates the natural sugars in berries, and even a small amount can contribute a significant amount of carbohydrates.

    Dried fruit can be safe for diabetics in very small portions and when paired with a fat or protein, but it is important to be mindful of serving size.

    Roasted Root Vegetables: While roots like carrots and parsnips are nutrient-dense and rich in fiber.

    They are also higher in carbohydrates and natural sugars than leafy greens. When roasted, these sugars caramelize, intensifying the sweetness.

    Portion control is important with these ingredients.

    Smoked/Processed Meats: Health organizations like Diabetes UK and the NHS caution against excessive consumption of processed meats, which includes smoked meats like pancetta and jerky.

    A high intake of processed and red meat is linked to an increased risk of type 2 diabetes and heart problems. The recipe calls for 50–100g, which can be a substantial amount.

    Therefore choose Leaner Protein: Substitute the smoked meat with lean protein options. The recipe suggests lentils, but chicken or turkey breast are also great choices that will reduce sodium and processed-meat intake.

    Barley Variety: The type of barley used matters. Whole-grain, hulled barley is the healthiest choice, as it retains the fiber-rich bran. Pearled barley is less nutritious because the bran has been removed.

    Suggestions for a more diabetic-conscious version


    While my recipe provides some excellent alternatives, here are further modifications for better blood sugar management

    Reduce Dried Berries: Following the author’s advice, stick to half a tablespoon or even less. You could also use fresh berries, which have a lower concentration of sugar, or omit them entirely.

    Modify Root Vegetables: Consider reducing the portion of roasted root vegetables and serving the meal with more low-carb, fiber-rich vegetables, such as leafy greens or broccoli.

    Control Portion Sizes: As the recipe notes, portion control is key. Adhering to the recommended one-cup serving will help regulate the intake of carbohydrates.

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  • The Resilient Sea: Taranis’s Defiance Against Rome

    The Resilient Sea: Taranis’s Defiance Against Rome

    The sea was restless that night, black as iron and twice as cold. Taranis Stormborne stood at the prow of the ship, his cloak heavy with salt and rain. Behind him, the Black Shields moved in silence, their faces hidden, their oars cutting through the water with a rhythm older than empire.

    Rome’s ships had been sighted near Carthage a patrol too far from home, too confident. This voyage was not conquest, but message.

    Lightning split the horizon. Taranis lifted his gaze toward the thunderclouds, their light catching the gold in his eyes.

    “Do you fear the storm?” one of the younger soldiers whispered.

    Taranis’s answer was soft, almost drowned by the wind.
    “I am the storm.”

    The first Roman galley loomed ahead, torches guttering in the wind. The Black Shields struck swift and silent, grappling hooks biting wood, blades flashing in the rain. No horns, no cries only the sound of waves breaking and chains rattling as old fears were unmade.

    By dawn, the sea was calm again. The Roman ship burned behind them, its mast sinking like a dying pillar of the old world.

    Taranis watched the smoke fade into the clouds. “Let them think it was lightning,” he said. “Let them think the gods themselves strike against their arrogance.”

    He turned back toward the island, where fire and training awaited. The storm had passed but the Empire would wake to the scent of rain and know its name.

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  • Volcanic Echoes: The Forgotten Island’s Tale

    Volcanic Echoes: The Forgotten Island’s Tale

    The Fire of the Forgotten

    The island smoldered beneath a grey dawn, volcanic ash drifting in spirals that mirrored the labyrinth of the Black Shields’ training paths. Taranis Stormborne stood atop a jagged cliff, chains long gone, his shadow cast over the men who moved like echoes of his command.

    “Strength is patience,” he reminded them, voice low but unyielding. “Silence is more than absence; it is a weapon.”

    The men obeyed, their movements precise, their eyes alert to every change in wind or light. Exiles, criminals, and freed soldiers had become something else entirely a force of quiet purpose. In the flickering smoke of the island’s vents, Taranis traced lines in the sand, marking the future with symbols only they understood.

    A scout returned, breathless and wide-eyed. “Rumors, Lupus… Rome speaks of shadows in the hills, whispers of an army unknown.”

    Taranis nodded, the storm within him mirrored in the sky above. Lightning tore across the horizon. “Let them whisper,” he said. “Every shadow will remind them: the storm bends, but it never breaks.”

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  • Rayne: Master of Shadows and Discord

    Rayne: Master of Shadows and Discord

    They call him the storm, the unbroken one, but they do not see the cracks beneath the surface. I do. I have always seen.

    From the shadows of Rome’s streets to the secret alleys where whispers become currency, I move like a shadow with purpose. The Black Shields rise under Taranis, but they are not invincible and I am patient. One misstep, one flicker of hesitation, and the scales will tip.

    My brothers do not trust me nor should they. Loyalty is a chain, and I have never been bound. Drax enforces law. Lore watches omens. Taranis commands storms. And I… I navigate the spaces in between, sowing discord where it will serve me best, testing their strength, and waiting for the moment the tide shifts in my favor.

    Rome believes in its security, its arenas, its chains. Let them. I move unseen, the quiet question mark, the shadow that unsettles even the bravest hearts.

    “Every storm has a fissure. Every chain a weak link. And I will find them.”

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  • Stormborne Chronicles: Tales of Magic, Power, and Betrayal

    Stormborne Chronicles: Tales of Magic, Power, and Betrayal

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    The Grimoire lay open before me, its pages whispering in the flickering torchlight. Symbols, long forgotten by men, danced across vellum knots, spirals, and sigils that spoke of storms, of blood, and of the unseen threads that bound the Stormborne brothers.

    I traced my fingers along the quaternary knot etched into the parchment, feeling its pulse beneath my skin. Four directions. Four elements. Protection. Balance. The old magic hums beneath the empire’s walls, forgotten by generals and augurs alike, but I remember.

    Outside, the world churns armies march, fires burn, and Rome believes itself eternal. But I know the storm waits, patient, unyielding. Each spell, each word, each calculated gesture draws the threads tighter. Taranis trains men in secret. Drax moves through the law like a shadow of justice. And Rayne… I watch him, always a question mark, a traitor lurking in plain sight.

    And I, the chronicler, the mystic, record all. For when the time comes, the Grimoire will speak, and the empire will remember the Stormborne name or regret it.

    “Power is not given, it is woven. And I will weave it carefully.”

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  • Mystery and Duty: Drax Stormborne’s Journey

    Mystery and Duty: Drax Stormborne’s Journey

    The mist lay thick over Britannia’s hills, silver and cold in the dawn light. Drax Stormborne rode through it in silence, his cloak trailing behind his horse like a banner of shadow. The seal of his office a bronze wolf set in iron hung heavy at his breast. Praefect of the Western Marches.

    Rome had granted him the title, but the people called him something older. The Lawkeeper. The Storm’s Hand.
    Sometimes, when whispers rose of rebellion or strange omens in the south. they spoke another name High Sheriff, as though the tongue of the future already sought him.

    For weeks, Drax had heard the same rumours. A golden-eyed warrior training exiles in secret. Smugglers vanishing near the coast. Symbols carved in ash and stone a black shield marked by lightning.

    He reined in his horse upon a ridge and looked east, where the mists thinned toward the sea. Somewhere beyond those waters, Taranis Stormborne still lived. His brother. His blood. His curse.

    Duty demanded silence, but loyalty demanded truth. He not betray his oath to Rome, nor he ignore the storm rising beyond its borders.

    “They call it rebellion,” he murmured, gloved hand tightening on the reins, “but it feels like fate.”

    The wind rose, cold and sharp. Somewhere distant, thunder rumbled faint, like a memory.

    “If this is the end of empires,” Drax said softly. “then let the Stormborne stand ready to shape what comes after.”

    He turned his horse toward the fading sun, the wolf badge glinting on his chest. Law and blood would soon meet, and the legend of the Stormborne name would start anew.

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  • Echoes of War: Secrets of the Ash-Strewn Shore

    Echoes of War: Secrets of the Ash-Strewn Shore

    Whispers Across the Sea

    The night hung low, thick with ash and the faint glow of molten rivers. Taranis Stormborne stood at the cliff’s edge, listening to the pulse of the waves. Each roar of the sea carried a story, a whisper of what the Empire thought it can ignore.

    The Black Shields moved silently across the ash-strewn plateau. Training not for spectacle, but for the unseen for strikes in shadows, patience, and loyalty forged in fire.

    Exiles and criminals who had once bent to fear now moved with precision. Their eyes carrying the memory of chains and the promise of freedom.

    A messenger arrived under the cloak of darkness, bringing news from beyond the sea. A small port town had whispered rumors of a golden-eyed warrior training men in secret. Shaping them into something Rome would not understand. Taranis did not smile. Rumors were the first arrows of war silent, deadly, and everywhere.

    “Send scouts,” he instructed, his voice low, like distant thunder. “Learn what they fear, what they ignore. Rome has grown fat on ignorance, and we shall remind them of storms.”

    In the volcanic caves, he spoke to the leaders of his order. Tracing the map of the Mediterranean with ash from the fire. Each mark represented a seed smuggled weapons, loyal exiles, slaves freed and sworn to secrecy. Each note in the symphony of rebellion.

    Above, lightning split the sky. Taranis lifted his face, feeling the electric pulse in his veins, the same storm that had followed him from Britannia. “Soon,” he whispered, “the whispers will become cries, and the cries will echo through the Empire. Let them fear the shadow that bends, but never breaks.”

    Far across the sea, Marcus and a handful of loyal men tracked the tales. Every report of a shadow in the hills, of soldiers who moved with impossible skill, brought unease to their hearts.

    They did not yet know the full force of Taranis’ plan. But they sensed it, like the first stirrings of a hurricane, unseen but unstoppable.

    On the island, fire and stone were the teachers, patience the tutor, and loyalty the currency. The Black Shields were no longer mere survivors; they were an omen, a promise carried in whispers across the waves.

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    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

  • The Ceremony of Chains

    The Ceremony of Chains

    The sea that carried him south was blood-red at dusk. The waves flecked with gold like the veins of a dying god.

    Taranis stood chained at the bow . His eyes fixed on the horizon where Sicily’s black cliffs rose from the mist. Around him, soldiers whispered prayers, unsure if they guarded a man or something older.

    Rome had sent for him again.
    The Emperor’s priests claimed the island’s fires would cleanse the gods’ anger. But that the immortal gladiator Lupus. The Storm of the North must walk in chains through their sacred flames to renew Rome’s favour.

    They called it The Ceremony of Chains.

    As the ship docked, the air thickened with incense and fear. Bronze masks watched from the shore senators, generals, augurs, all gathered to witness what none understood.

    “Bring him forth,” ordered a centurion.
    Marcus obeyed, his jaw tight. He had seen Taranis survive pits that killed a hundred men, storms that tore stone apart. As he led him down the ramp, he murmured under his breath, “Don’t give them what they want, Lupus.”

    Taranis smiled faintly. “I never have.”

    They chained him to the altar of basalt, the metal glowing as the fire licked the air. The priests began their chants words of dominion, of empire everlasting.

    But the wind shifted. Smoke twisted against their rhythm, curling into strange shapes wings, or storm clouds forming in defiance.

    Then the first crack of thunder rolled across the sea.

    The Emperor rose, hand trembling on the railing. “What is this?”

    Marcus stepped back, eyes wide. “It’s him, sire. The storm doesn’t serve you. It never did.”

    Lightning tore through the sky, striking the temple spire. The crowd scattered. Chains melted, ringing against stone like falling bells. Taranis stood midst the fire, eyes burning gold, his voice carrying across the chaos.

    “Your empire fed on storms. Now taste one.”

    When the smoke cleared, the altar was empty.


    Only the scent of ozone and a single iron shackle remained cracked, blackened, and humming softly like a heartbeat.

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  • Resilience on a Plate: Chicken and Veggies for Comfort

    Resilience on a Plate: Chicken and Veggies for Comfort

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    The Feast of Ashes

    The wind carried the scent of smoke from the volcanic island. curling around the cliffs where Taranis trained his Black Shields. Even here, amid ash and stone. There was a need for sustenance not just for the body, but for the soul.

    In a small, concealed cave, Lore the chronicler and mystic had set a fire. From his satchel, he pulled fragrant herbs, roasted nuts, and grains known to those who traveled far and survived hardships.

    Tonight, they would eat something more than survival rations a meal to remind them of home, strength, and resilience.

    Lore’s Fire-Roasted Chicken with Autumn Vegetables (Diabetic-Friendly, Gluten-Free)

    Ingredients (serves 4):

    4 skin-on chicken thighs

    1 tbsp olive oil

    2 tsp smoked paprika

    1 tsp garlic powder

    Salt and pepper to taste

    2 cups diced butternut squash

    1 red bell pepper, sliced

    1 zucchini, sliced

    1 small red onion, quartered

    Fresh rosemary or thyme sprigs

    Instructions:

    Preheat your oven to 200°C / 400°F.

    Rub chicken thighs with olive oil, paprika, garlic powder, salt, and pepper.

    Toss vegetables with a drizzle of olive oil, salt, pepper, and herbs.

    Place chicken on a baking tray and surround with vegetables.

    Roast for 35–40 minutes, until chicken reaches an internal temperature of 75°C / 165°F and vegetables are tender.

    Serve hot, letting the aromas of rosemary and smoke linger like whispers of legend.

    Lore handed Taranis a bowl, and for a moment, the fire’s warmth softened the storm within him.

    The Black Shields ate in silence. Each bite a small act of defiance nourishing bodies. That would soon fight, and reminding themselves that even in exile, life is reclaimed.

    “Food,” Lore said softly, “is also a shield, a weapon against despair. Remember this taste, for one day, it will be a memory of freedom.”

    Taranis nodded, letting the smoke and flavors mingle with the burning promise in his veins. The storm waited outside, but tonight, they were fed stronger, sharper, ready

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