Chapter 3: Eating for Two?

Welcome back to another installment of the Food Family Legacy! In the last chapter, Edamame and Adzuki were quickly married in front of the outhouse. It was very…pungent…

Adzuki: A rose by any other name would be Edamame.

Adzuki is a very affectionate spouse. He always wants to kiss or flirt with Edamame and she enjoys the attention.

Edamame: This is my third legacy; I deserve the attention! And what is with the dark picture? Photos are developed in darkrooms not taken in them.

Do you know what I see in this picture? Two empty easels. Perhaps if you were working instead of complaining you would have the lights you so desperately want. You would think, that by your third legacy I wouldn’t have to explain how all of this works.

Edamame: You just want me to work and have babies all the time.

True.

Edamame: *sobs* This is going to ruin my body, how will I ever be able to look in the mirror‽ 

Somehow, Edamame, I think you will be able to just fine. And stop using interrobangs!

Edamame: I’m going to make them popular. ‽ ‽ ‽ ‽ ‽ ‽ ‽ ‽ ‽ 

*mumbles* As you can tell by Edamame’s THICK MIDDLE she is pregnant!

Edamame: RUDE! How can you say such hurtful things? This picture was at a bad angle. I blame the photographer.

Generation two is on its way!

Adzuki: Impromptu party!
Edamame: Kay, I’m in the middle of important business.

Adzuki was so excited about about the baby news he followed Edamame into the outhouse to celebrate.

Edamame: How rude. I was holding in a fart and was just about to let it rip when he rushed and threw confetti in my face. It scared me so bad I couldn’t hold it in any more. Luckily, I screamed at the same time so I don’t think he noticed.

Why did you have to wait to fart in the outhouse?

Edamame: Because I wasn’t sure it was just a fart. It was just a fart. Crisis averted.

Ugh, TMI!

Edamame: You asked.

And I regret.

New home!

By this time Edamame and and Azuki had earned enough money for me to give them some actual walls!

Edamame: BEHOLD! Outhouse Plus!

You just can’t please some people.

The house qualifies as a microhouse at this point so we should be seeing big results!

It’s clearly more than and outhouse.

Edamame: That’s why I said plus. Outhouse Plus. Minus the flooring and paint.

You are exhausting.

Edamame: Thank you. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

…

Edamame: There is something growing inside me!

So dramatic. You would think Edamame has a Chestburster in there.

Edamame: How do you know I don’t?

*rolls eyes*

Just a collector collecting.

On the days Edamame had to work and Adzuki didn’t, he would work on his aspiration goals.

Edamame: That is a great shot of his man-bun.

Cookin’ and skillin’

After finding his collectables, Adzuki went home and prepped dinner for Edamame.

Edamame: *le sigh* I just love being pampered.

Wait, hold on. Did you just sigh in French?

Edamame: Perfect opportunity to use an interrobang and you squandered it. And yes, I did. I told you, I’m French. More importantly, can we talk about your choice of kitchen equipment?

Oh, do you like those? I had to get second-hand because I built an extra large outhouse.

Edamame: The colors are absolutely atrocious.

That’s a bit of an exaggeration.

Edamame: No, it’s not. It’s like you deliberately chose the worst colors you could.

…I’m sure that’s not the case…

Edamame: Oh are you? I don’t believe you.

*shrugs*

Adzuki: Alright, ya nerds!

After making his wife dinner, Adzuki went to the library to work on getting that promotion.

Edamame: If he had a computer at home, he wouldn’t have to leave the house.

Are you trying to keep him at home, Edamame? To, perhaps, wait on you all day?

Edamame: I was just pointing out the obvious. It would be easier if he had a computer at home. It would also be nice for me. He could rub my feet since I am going to be barefoot and pregnant this entire legacy!

Game time!

After working so hard at increasing his programming, Adzuki got some well-deserved game time.

Edamame:*le gasp* I don’t get game time!

Oh no, you are constantly on your mobile phone. Constantly. That’s your game time.

Edamame: …

Adzuki: Well I’m off to bring home the bacon.
Edamame: We should name our first baby Bacon!

You know who doesn’t complain about going to work every day?

Edamame: Oh, wait, your most favorite sim ever, Adzuki. But is he also pregnant? He also doesn’t have to work when he gets home. I have to keep producing painting after painting. I live in a sweatshop!

Those paintings are going to make it possible to buy you more things.

Edamame: Shiny things?

*sigh* Yes, shiny things.

Edamame: Wine and Cheese don’t start with a B.

Edamame and Adzuki spent a lot of time discussing baby names.

Adzuki: How about Grilled Cheese? I love grilled cheese.

He still doesn’t really get the whole alphabetical order thing.

Edamame: It’s a good thing he has that man-bun because he is dumb as a stump. Poor man.

Harsh.

Adzuki: *baby voice* What do you want, baby? Do you want to be named grilled cheese?

I think Adzuki is very excited or the baby. It’s really cute.

Edamame: Thank you. I am.

?

Edamame: This chapter on punishment is really exciting.

Edamame has been increasing her parenting skill in preparation for the inevitable.

Edamame: Doom’s Day.

Edamame: *pants and skills*

Before I realized it was time, Edamame was in labor. Here she is doing her breathing and increasing her cooking skill.

Edamame: I can’t believe you made me skill while I was in labor!

Hey, you were the one that wanted to eat, and when you eat you watch the cooking channel. We are not trying to waste time here, multitasking is a priority.

Edamame: Aaarrrrgh! You NEVER want me to be happy!

I’m trying to help you reach your goal. Retirement.

Edamame: I have lived two 1+ other legacies. I know retirement is not an option for me. I will work until the day I die. I can only hope this thing inside me is a bellyburster and will end my suffering.

I’m starting to hope for that too.

Edamame: *glares*

Edamame: I don’t care what you have to do. I want this thing out of me right now!
Adzuki: I know, Edamame. I’m calling for an Uber, right now.

Time came to go to the hospital and Edamame did not get hysterical at all. She was elegance and grace the whole way through.

Edamame: It’s a testament to my good character.

Edamame: Let’s get this over with.

Edamame arrived at the hospital in high spirits.

Edamame: I had to change into that gown in the hospital lobby.

Oh, that shouldn’t have happened.

Edamame: It was my choice.

Edamame: What does that mixer thing do?

The baby was extracted in glorious fashion.

And then another baby was extracted! Total surprise. I was completely shocked and realized that the house is way still too small. Edamame is going to have to keep pumping out those paintings. The babies, two girls, were named Bacon and Cannoli.

You are curiously quiet.

Edamame: I am seething with anger.

Is this about the twins or the paintings?

Edamame: Do I have to pick just one?

Point taken.

That’s the end of this update. We are now looking at a total of 4 points thanks to the birth of generation two. Tune in next time when we will see just how much help Adzuki is with the babies and the house get’s another makeover.

Chapter 2: Groundhog Day

Welcome back to the Food Legacy Re-Reload. Words like that just roll off the tongue.

Last time we earned 2 points just by starting the legacy and nothing else. Edamame and Akira met again, almost like it was destiny… almost. At the end of chapter one, I was able to build Edamame an outhouse. She is living the dream!

Edamame: Only if that dream is a nightmare.

Does anyone else hear “Burning Down the House” by Talking Heads?

Nice painting, Edamame.

Edamame: Thank you. It’s a reflection of the inner turmoil I feel every time I wake up to this reality.

Nice to see you’re keeping an open mind.

Excited to see man-bun.

After work I had Edamame meet Akira at the nightclub.

Edamame: I was so excited to see he has a tattoo as well. We have matching tattoos.

Uh, no. You both HAVE tattoos, but they aren’t matching.

Edamame: I don’t need you to “well actually” me. I know what I know.

Hmmm. Okay.

Edamame: As much as I love the tattoo and man-bun, I am not feeling that outfit right now.

You should marry him so you can change him. That always works.

Did they actually come here together?

Edamame splurged on some mid-priced red nectar. When it was ready and she sat down Akira put some distance between them.

Edamame: The composition of this picture. Look at all of that negative space between us.

I know, it’s almost like it was taken that way on purpose.

First kiss

Edamame plied Akira with drink and then stole a kiss.

Edamame: I’ve done worse things for a legacy.

Wow, I am shocked to hear some actual truth from you for once.

Edamame: We all have moments of clarity in the delusion we call reality.

Oh, okay. Pretentious Edamame is back.

Edamame: I should have been a philosopher. That’s what I try to do with my art; it’s a philosophical picture of a moment.

I’m sorry, something has made me nauseous.

Date night!

The next day Akira asked Edamame if she wanted to go on a date! My friends this means success! Things are finally taking off with this legacy. Edamame has a toilet and a man.

Edamame: It was the kiss that sealed the deal.

The date location, however, is a little problematic.

Edamame: Maybe if someone had put a nice restaurant in the world he could have taken me there.

Sure. This is all my fault.

Edamame: I’m glad we both see it my way.

Edamame: Man, have I had a day. Let me tell you every minute detail.

The date starts and guess who is in a terrible mood? So predictable.

Edamame: What? You expect me to be on my best behavior during a date? What kind of expectation does that set?

Well, yeah. You are in a way selling yourself like you are when you’re at a job interview.

Edamame: Who’s the philosopher now? How is that different from me telling Donut I was pregnant so he would marry me? I’m still selling a lie.

Wow. That is a huge bridge you just built.

Edamame: So here’s the thing…

After finding some mushrooms in her pockets, Edamame decided to make mushroom steaks on the grill. She also spilled beans about the legacy.

Edamame: Really, who takes their date to a museum where there is NO FOOD‽

Really, Edamame, an interrobang? Show off.

Edamame: You’re just jealous because you didn’t use it first.

Akira: So, you could have a kid named cupcake?
Edamame: Uh, there are some names that won’t be used due to historical purposes.

Akira was thinking hard about how to make it make sense. I don’t know if this was appropriate first-date material.

Edamame: But you’re not the one living this nightmare. I just figured I would put all the cards on the table and see where the chips fall.

Ohhhh, your metaphors… Can we just stick with food metaphors, it’s kind of on-brand for us.

The date ended suddenly and this message popped up.

Edamame: I can see now that you had a point when you told me to present my best self.

And also, maybe don’t bring up the legacy on the first date. It’s a little weird to have a food for a name.

Edamame: I’m inspired to write a book about this.

Or a painting, do a painting.

SAH-MOOOOOCH!

Before Akira could make his escape, desperation took over Edamame’s body and she laid one on him.

Edamame: Yeah, he’s not likely to forget that one anytime soon.

Edamame on the prowl.

The next day Edamame went to the gym to see what her options were. She was not impressed when this teenager butted into her conversation.

Edamame: So rude. Here I was, taking your advice and putting my best self forward, notice the towel? I sashayed around the gym and no one approached me. I figured they were all just intimidated, so I decided to talk to the tattooed man with the pythons.

Edamame, what is on your arm? Did you actually take a shower or just put a towel on? You look filthy.

Edamame: I don’t know what has been happening. I keep growing this hair on my arms and legs. I have never had this problem before.

Tattooed Man: Let me help you, bro. This chick is starting a legacy.
Man in Red: Oh sorry, I gotta jet.

Did you tell the Tattooed Man about your legacy?

Edamame: Maybe…

Sigh…

Edamame: It just came out. I tried to keep it in. I did, but it just erupted from me like word vomit.

Why don’t you paint a picture of that… On second thought, don’t.

Joaquin Le Chien

Edamame: Oh yes, I met this Frenchman, Joe-quin Ley Chee-in

Uh, no. That is not how you pronounce that.

Edamame: Look, I have a french name, I know my french.

You have a french name?

Edamame: Yes, I just don’t use the accent mark.

Ok, what does his name mean?

Edamame: Joe with the chin. And he’s beautiful.

His genetics are a little… boring…

Edamame: LIAR! You’re just jealous that I found someone that loves me.

You haven’t even spoken to him yet.

Edamame: I had our lives planned. We would have a Fall wedding and four children. His whole life was devoted to me. He cooked, cleaned, and took care of the children so I could spend all of my time at the spa. It was good while it lasted.

Akira: Just walking by, this island was on my way.

The next morning as Edamame showered and shaved (hopefully she didn’t clog the drain with the amount of hair on her body). Akira just walked by her “house” spot. Like it was just on his way to work. See that tiny pink and yellow spot in the distance? That’s him.

Edamame: It was the kiss. He can’t stop thinking about me.

That must be it.

He also started calling Edamame.

Edamame: He’s got it bad. I smell desperation. Time to go in for the kill.

Kill is such a poor choice of words.

Since he was already on the lot Edamame decided to corner him invite him in. Things happened in quick succession.

Edamame: I can be very convincing when I need to be.

As you can see here, Edamame spent all of her spare time on landing a man and had no time to make friends.

Edamame: And Morgan is my closest friend? Not likely, why would I have a friendship with someone that is better looking, or… close to as good looking as I am? I have to surround myself with uglies so that I can shine.

You are such a nice and thoughtful person, Edamame.

Edamame: It just comes naturally.

He said yes!

While they were both in a good mood I decided to go big. Edamame proposed to Akira in her work clothes in front of her outhouse.

Edamame: If a proposal could be described as fragrant, that’s what this one was.

*gags*

Edamame: Marry me, my life is in the toilet.

With no time to waste at all, Edamame jumped in with both feet!

Edamame: I just put it all out there and he went for it.

Did you give him more nectar?

Edamame: Where would I get a bottle of nectar? You control all of the money, remember?

He was just so willing to marry you after he told you to never talk to him again.

Edamame: Look, my pheromones are powerful. This is why I have to be careful about how much I sweat.

Gross.

Edamame: *intense stare* Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.

Edamame stared at Akira and chanted, “Marry me,” over and over again until he agreed.

The only thing beautiful about that ceremony was me!

Edamame: Cupcake is a no-go, but we could have a descendant named Muffin.
Akira: Now my life is in the toilet.

And now that Akira married Edamame he is 100% part of this legacy.

Edamame: And trapped forever! BWAHAHAHAHAH!

No, he could leave you.

Edamame: Pardon-ez muah?

Are you trying to speak French again? Please stop.

Edamame: You knew what I was saying.

That is because I am fluent in idiot.

Akira Kido’s name was changed to Adzuki Food (name courtesy of my husband). He is self-assured, jealous, and romantic. His aspiration is The Curator.

As far as points we now have a total of 3. Generation 1 (1 point), Extreme start (1 point), and three unique traits from a spouse (1 point).

That’s it for this update. I hope you enjoyed it!

Chapter 1: Starting Over Again

Welcome back to the Food Legacy, and when I say “welcome back” I actually mean welcome to the Food Legacy Reloaded (Again) for the first time. This is day one of starting over because I lost my save file and had no other choice. It’s taken me years to get over the trauma.

A rare Edamame smile.

Meet our founder, Edamame Food, back in Sims 3 Edamame signed her life (and all incarnations of it) away to the Legacy Challenge Group LLC. (That’s fake, don’t look that up.) This is Edamame’s third attempt at a Legacy Challenge. Hopefully, this one won’t end in disaster. As you can see, I’ve given Edamame a fresh new look, a pixie cut instead of the A-symmetric hairstyle she had previously. Her traits are: Foodie (because, duh), High Maintenance, and Materialistic. Her Aspiration is Successful Lineage which is a contractual obligation. To get us started I had Edamame become a painter so we could get that sweet, sweet cash more easily (we are starting at zero after all). Later, when she can afford it she can start writing her books again.

Edamame: Yes, the world needs to know what I have to say.

Is that right? Or is it that you just need them to hear you? Do you just need an outlet for your complaints?

Edamame: I have to tell my truth.

Truth… Not something that comes to mind when I think of you, Edamame.

…

I bulldozed the big lot in Windenburg, plopped our matriarch there, and promptly edited her funds all the way down to zero.

Edamame: Will you please stop using that word, matriarch, it makes me sound so old.

Okay… How is founder or foundress?

Edamame: Yes, I love dresses.

Cool.

I’m not going to lie, this legacy was off to a rough start. As soon as I dropped the funds to zero, I had Edamame travel to San Myshuno to paint and earn some money.

Edamame: Only I couldn’t buy a canvas because I had no money. I looked like a fool.

Edamame: Hi, I love you.

Anyway, I sent her home to fish instead. While she was fishing Brytani Cho showed up. And Edamame could not keep it together.

Edamame: SQUEEEE! Can I have a hug?

Edamame: I hate you for this.

What’s new?

Edamame: Oh, it’s like that is it?

Ms. Cho kindly explained to Edamame that she doesn’t touch people because she doesn’t know if they could have some sort of infectious disease.

Edammae: Aaaaaand I was completely understanding about the whole thing.

Indeed.

Edamame: You know what? One day she will be a fan of my legacy. She will want to hug me then.

Too bad you will be dead and won’t get to rub it in her face.

Edamame: What? I’m totally out-living that old bag. You know what? I’m going to out fame her too. Yeah, yeah. I’m going to be famous.

Now you want to be famous? I thought you just wanted people to know “your truth.” That might not happen in the first generation, Edamame. We are struggling for cash at the moment. And can we go back to how you’re going to outlive her, but she is going to want to hug you when she is dead.

Edamame: I don’t care when it happens, generation one or two. If I have to use my spawn to get there, I will.

Oh, that is really distasteful. You’re going to be a stage mom?

Edamame: I don’t know what that is, but if it means I use my offspring to go places I couldn’t go on my own, then yes, I will be the very definition of a stage mom.

Understood.

Nightime coma.

After Edamame’s first day at work I was able to get her a new bed. She appreciated it.

Edamame: Ugh! I swear to the Great Llama above that bed is just a bench with a blanket on it.

Edamame: This is how it feels to be me.

The next day Edamame got a call about a death in the family. Having cut all ties with her family she knew there had to be a catch.

Edamame: When I asked about the conditions they just threw the money at me. I feel like maybe it was dirty money, but I kept it because I really needed the cash.

At least you’re honest.

With the money Edamame received I bought her a new easel and she was able to start a new painting.

Edamame: I painted my soul on that canvas. I give everything I have to my art. I would, however, like to have gotten something shiny.

We couldn’t even afford the toilet and shower I wanted to get you. You can do your part by cranking out those paintings and maybe next time you can have something shiny.

Edamame: I can’t. I gave everything I had to that one painting. It’s all gone now.

Maybe you should have been an actress.

The only part I could ever play is Helen of Troy.

You’re right. Why even try.

Edamame: Exactly. I would be in such high demand that I wouldn’t be able to work. It’s better to be faceless behind my art so people can see me.

I’m sorry. What?

Edamame: Just sit with it for a minute.

I do not have time for this.

Edamame: Who’s going to stop me?
Moira Fyres: Should I leave now?

I sent Edamame off to the café to get an espresso because she needed a pick-me-up. During the chaos when Ms. Cho showed up Edamame swiped this cannoli off the counter just as I was about to click the espresso.

Edamame: And no one was the wiser. You see how old that barista is? She just thought she forgot to grab the cannoli.

I hope they were worth it.

Edamame: They were. I’m naming my second child after them.

Kinda like you did with Éclair?

Do we need to talk about them? They are lost to time and I’ve moved on.

Noted.

Destiny

After a long day of stealing food, painting, gathering collectibles, and complaining, I sent Edamame to Desert Bloom Park in Oasis Springs. I was hoping someone would be grilling and sharing food. And someone was… Akira Kibo.

Edamame: I love his man-bun.

Maybe you will get to marry that man-bun (again).

Edamame: I caught a fish this big.

After eating Akira’s food Edamame regaled him with her fishing adventures.

Edamame: He was enthralled.

I’m sure. You worked hard to catch those goldfish and minnows.

Edamame: Hush!

After her belly was full and Akira left the park I had Edamame sleep on the bench because it was basically the same as her bed at home.

Edamame: No, it was not! The bed at least has a blanket.

Are you saying you missed your bed? That your bed was maybe better than the bench?

Edamame: *mumbles*

What was that?

Edamame: …

Edamame: I sense… a man-bun.

The next day Edamame received a promotion AND Akira showed up right in front of her “house” (it’s really a lawn). By the way, she comes home from work most days with a red plumbob.

Edamame: You have no idea how hard I have it.

Not going to argue with you there.

Edamame: I mean, I have to WORK for a living. You have no idea what it is like to work as hard as I do and still have nothing.

But were you excited to see Akira?

Edamame: At first I was. I thought he was going to beg me to marry him. Tell me he couldn’t live another day without me.

Whoa. That’s a lot, you’d just met.

Edamame: But destiny and a man-bun.

Sure. Makes complete sense when you put it that way.

Edamame: Hellowwwww!

Much to my surprise and Edamame’s complete horror, Akira walked right by her like she wasn’t even there.

Edamame: I was about to say hello and he just walked by.

For once Edamame is speechless.

But that man-bun amiright?

Edamame: Challenge accepted. That man-bun will be mine.

Edamame: Cleanin’ in the rain. Just cleanin’ in the rain.

I sent Edamame off to San Myshuno to paint at the gallery. She took advantage of the rain while there.

Edamame: So humiliating. So many people watched and no one offered me any money.

That’s awkward. I don’t know how to transition from that.

Edamame: What have I become?

As she microwaved some soggy oatmeal, Edamame had an existential crisis.

Edamame: These are dark days and I need a reason to go on.

Think of the man-bun and the money you will eventually have.

Blissfully unaware of danger.

Edamame took a well-deserved nap after painting. She was completely unaware of the weirdo that showed up and watched.

Edamame: ARGH! Stranger danger!

Edamame: I jusssssss need a few minnnn……

I tried to send her home, but she crashed on the way there.

Edamame: Good Llama! I can not believe you let me lie there like that.

What? You said you needed and few minnnnnnn…

Edamame: And after that strange man was watching me.

He probably watched your shower earlier and was waiting for the encore. When I scrolled over his name it said he was a fan, of whom, I do not know.

Edamame: Oh, it’s not as bad as I thought then. Why didn’t you say so in the first place. I need to always remember my fans, it’s how I stay humble.

…

A place to call home?

With all of Edamame’s hard work and sold paintings I was able to give her the outhouse of her dreams. As well as a cooler and new bed. I also gave the lot the Microhouse trait. Those skills should be climbing fast now.

And this is where I will leave this update. Right now we have a total of 2 points. One for Generation One, and I’m giving us the extreme start point for starting with zero money.

Points: 2

Chapter 6: Pinkeye

Welcome back everyone.  During the last update we established that I am terrible at taking pictures and documenting points.  I’m hoping to have remedied at least my point documentation.  I’ll be honest, I’m not sure the picture taking gets much better.

Probably not.  You’re terrible at your job.

Darling Dumpling

At the end of the last update Dumpling was born.  Now, in the beginning of this update she has become a toddler.

That’s the way it should be.  What point is there to the baby-stage?  Let them just be toddlers I say.

Think about that for a minute.  Can you imagine having something the size of a 2-3 year old in your abdomen?

*thinks*

Anything?

*thinks*

Never mind, we don’t have time for this.

Cacao: Da-yee!  You on my bed!  Cocoa: Yeah!  On bed!

For some reason, my sims like to eat all of their meals on the toddler beds.

This could be a shot in the dark, but hear me out.  Could it be because we don’t have a table and chairs?

Cocoa: Hah hah!  See Dupween, Da-yee siwee!

Annatto has been trying to help out more… with mixed results.

*snicker* and they call women the fairer sex…  Good thing he has that man-bun.  I think you missed a spot on that wall.

I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about.

Dirty shower: Don’t look at me. I’m hideous!

Don’t blink, this is the last picture I have of Cacao as a toddler.

Terrible at your job.  How do you stay employed?

I don’t get paid for this.  Torturing you is just fun.

Cocoa: Cocoa love BLOCKS!

Also, last picture I have of Cocoa.

So sad.  How will we ever remember these days??

Remember these days with fondness will you?

Absolutely, best days of my life.

The colonizing of Edamame.

Edamame came down with this mystery illness.  I have no idea how she got it.

No idea?!  I’ll tell you how.  It’s those filthy kids!  They gave me pinkeye.  Pinkeye all over my body!!!  Worst days of my life!

Not sure that’s a thing.

Edamame’s pinkeye.

That looks itchy.

You have no idea.  I wanted to tear m skin off layer by layer!  Even now I can still feel it on me.  Filthy kids.

Edamame: Great Llama!  Berry what have you done to that toilet?   It’s disgusting!  Berry:  *is proud*

Three of you in the bathroom.  Your house sure is getting small.

Maybe you could build us another bathroom already.

Maybe you could write a masterpiece already.

Edamame: *down for the count*

What’s going on here in this picture, Edamame?

Being a good great mother is hard work.

I wonder what Annatto would say about that.

Cocoa after her makeover.

She doesn’t look anything like me.

She looks a lot like Annatto.

Cacao after her makeover.

She doesn’t look anything like me either.  I don’t think these are my kids.

They are twins and they look like their father.

It’s like they have the same face.  Creepy.

They have different eyebrows.

Monster: I smell a tasty little girl.

I officially hate these kids’ beds.  Does the monster need to happen every single night?

I think it’s just for attention.  All they want is for you to pay a little attention to them an spray some air freshener in their room.  You know what I say?  Stop being annoying and make yourself useful, then I’ll pay attention to you.  What was it that one president said?  Ask not what I can do for you, but what you can do for me?

Annatto’s wish…

Whaaaaaaat?

You said I only needed to have two and I have three already!

A wish granted.

I hate you for this.

*grins*

Cacao:  We built Hogwarts!!!!  Berry: Awesome, awesome, awesome!

These school projects are excellent bonding opportunities.

BLISSSSSSS.  They were all outside.  I put some food on the floor of Dumpling’s room and I had the day to myself.

Mother of the year.

Annatto: No whammies, no whammies…

Annatto has been working hard on his hacking skill.  Bring home that sweet, sweet cash.

I love his man-bun…

Edamame: sigh…

She loves his man-bun so much she’s painted a portrait of it.

…man-bun…

Cocoa: Did you see that?

I think Cocoa knows I’m watching. 

Cocoa: Hmn…  Cacao: Plates.  So many plates.  Plates on the table.  Plates in the sink. 

LOOK!  Right there.  She’s looking right at me.  Maybe she will roll Evil as a teenager.

No!  Now I’m having Jello flashbacks!

Cocoa:  …

Maybe it’s the monster under the bed.  Maybe she just needs more sleep…

I think she’s angry that she’s stuck in The Matrix.  Take the red pill, Cocoa.  Be free.

You’re not getting out of having three children.  Just be happy you didn’t end up pregnant again.

silence

Edamame finished her portrait of Annatto.

It’s his man-bun.  I painted a portrait of his man-bun.

Oh, right.

That’s a point.  I earned a point.

Nope.  you have to both me memorialized before a point is earned.

Llama piles!

Stop swearing!  I’ll take the liberty to count 1/2 of a point.

I have slowly been trying to update the house

The lighting is terrible.  It looks like a bunch a vampires live here.

The kitchen is still a hot mess though.  Look at those counters and that stove.  Can you die from being exposed to bad color choices?

I don’t know, but I will make it my mission to find out.

That is where I am going to leave this update.  Next time, more birthdays and maybe a little more Dumpling.

Nah, I think we should go glutten–free.

Not one asked you.

Current Points

Extreme Challenge – 1

Generation 1 – 1

Unique partner traits 3 (Annatto) – 1

Memorialized partner (Annatto) – .5

Total: 3.5

Chapter 5: Love and Marriage

Looks like I lied again when I totaled up the points I had at the end of my last post.  So let me go through the points I have as of the last post.

Extreme Start Option = 1 point

Generation 1 = 1 point

Annatto 3 unique partner traits = 1 point

I had a baby, don’t I get points for having a baby?

No, not until he becomes a young adult.  You just have to make sure he lives.   Just be a good mom.

Therein lies the challenge…

Edamame: HEE, HEE, HOO…  HEE, HEE, HOO…

As you can see Edamame went into labor.  This time I have a picture!

I could have gone to the hospital, but instead I was on the front lawn for everyone to see.

Angry red plumbob.

Right after she had the baby she had another one!  I was shocked and completely unprepared. 

Oh yeah, let’s talk about how this caught you off guard.  Look at my plumbob!   DO I LOOK HAPPY?!  I was only supposed to have two children.  What am I going to do with a third?

What do you want me to do, put one back?  Please welcome Cocoa and Cacao.  Instead of naming them with separate letters C and D I decided to name them both with the letter C.  Twins are special.

Is that what you call it?  Special?   How about catastrophic.

Could have been triplets.  Maybe next time.

Great Plumbob in the sky!  You shut your lying mouth!

smoooooooooooch

After the birth of the twins Annatto and Edamame decided to make it official and get hitched.

Man-bun…

Why are you wearing a red dress?

Because I looked GOOD in that dress and I was going to look good on my wedding day.  Even if it was in my unfinished living room/bedroom.

Berry: *crack*

After the ceremony Berry immediately hit himself in the face with a pan.

This whole keeping them him alive thing is really hard.

Edamame: *panting*

Edamame decided to get her girlish figure back and was winded as soon as she jogged passed the house.

You know what I love about this house?  I love that it has no siding.  It’s just so classy.

Since you have such a nasty attitude I’ve brought out some pictures of you at your best.

Edamame: *snores*

But I’m so comfy here.

So close, yet so far away…

During Edamame’s jog she passed out no less than three times.

Wrong!  Those first two pictures were the same place you just took them at different angles.

That might actually be true.

Berry: But where’s Mommy?

While Edamame was sleeping on the job Annatto was forced to hold down the fort.

Maybe I should leave more often.

And because I keep forgetting to take pictures I don’t have any of the twins’ birthday.  Sorry.  So at this point I had three toddlers in the house and I was going mad.  Mad I tell you.  MAD!!!  This place is a mess!

Three little beds in a row.

The bedroom is starting to look more like an orphanage. 

You know what I love about their bedroom?  The wallpaper and flooring.  It looks so put together; such a fun room.

At least you have bedrooms now.   You could all be living in a one room home still.

Cocoa and Cacao the terror twins.

Where do they keep getting that paint from?  it’s not like we have leftover paint from painting the house.

OK!!!! Everyone knows you don’t have finished walls.  Move on!

Don’t forget the floors.

Then this happened.

You said only two, an heir and a spare.  THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID!!!

Talk to Annatto, he keeps wanting to make babies.

Cacao: Bedtime, stinky bedtime.

In a house with three toddlers and pregnant mother sometimes the kids go to bed without having a bath…for a week.

What.  I’m tired.

Cocoa: I love eating in bed!

In preparation for the next baby I added a room for Berry and gave the twins some purple wallpaper.

It’s hideous.

Look, I’m not trying too hard right now because the house is still evolving.

Sweet dreams baby.

The new baby was born.  I named her Dumpling.

Please, please, please, let this be the last one.

Berry: Happy birthday to me.

I forgot Berry’s birthday…  I’ve been using the trait generator at The Sims Legacy site to roll traits. Berry rolled creative.

He was depressed for months!

Not months.

He was depressed for weeks!

Not weeks.

Days!

No.

Hours.  It was hours, but he was depressed.  Soooo depressed…

Berry: This is the only place I can be by myself.

He’s been spending an alarming amount of time in the bathroom.

Oh wow, I just assumed he was taking a massive dump in there.

Berry: I’m a man now, so I use a urinal.  Cacao: I potty.  I POTTY!!!

Edamame: No more Food babies in here, Annatto.

Is that how you told Annatto you don’t want more children?

Yeah.  I think he got the message.

Are you sure?

Why, what do you know?

Nothing I’m willing to share.

Well this is where I am going too end this update.

Llama spit!  I hate you!

*laughs*

As of this posting point total is 3, unless I’ve lied again.

Which is a huge possibility.

Chapter 4: And Baby Makes Three

Hello and welcome back to the Food Family Legacy 2.0.   Last time Edamame and Akira Kibo became better acquainted.  At the Romance Festival Edamame plied Akira with tea until he couldn’t tell up from down and she convinced him to move in.  The next day she told him she was probably pregnant and that they aught to get married.  So  now Edamame is well on her way to starting her legacy.  Since Akira joined the household as Edamame’s “primary partner” I took the liberty of renaming him.  According to the rules I gave myself Akira’s name needed to start with an A.  He was renamed Annatto; annatto is a food coloring derived from the seeds of the achiote tree.

Edamame: *sigh* Man-bun…

Annatto: Buuuuuuuurrrrp…

Sounds like your cooking makes Annatto gassy.

Shut your mouth!  Annatto love my cooking; he’s showing his appreciation.

Edamame: *grumbles*

Annatto: *snores*

I think I can see why Edamame chose Annatto.

It’s the man-bun.  Once I saw it I knew it was the one.

It?  You mean he, he was the one.

Yeah.  Sure.  Of course.  Totally what I meant.

Annatto: I’m just going to stand right here and drink this water.

Edamame: OMG, move!  I have to get to work!

Ugh, why do I look so thick?  Never photograph me at this angle again!

Calm down, you’re pregnant in this picture.  It’s a good  thing.  The whole point of the legacy.

Gross.  Speak for yourself. I don’t need some parasite sucking up all the meager nutrients I can afford to feed myself.

Ok, glad you’re enjoying the legacy so far, Edamame.

What are you talking about?  My life is over!   My youth, my beauty, it’s all gone now.  This brat is going to suck it all out of me.  I’ll be a husk of a person!

Wow, your hormones are crazy.

Edamame: Some walls around here would be nice.

Obligatory picture to show the purchase of additional items.  Like a shower and toilet.

Oh yeah, the Foods are really coming up in world now.  We’ve got a toilet and shower on our lawn.  Life doesn’t get better than this.

Your sarcastic tone is hurtful.

I don’t care.  I’m tired and hungry all the time and I just want something that looks like a house.

Crank out those books you’re supposed to be writing and we can afford to build you a house.

Edamame: *typing*

Edamame and Annatto finally earned enough money to build a small home.  It’s a little small and I didn’t have room for Edamame’s computer.

Only because you had to keep some money in reserve.  You could have done a little more.   You just like it when I suffer.

Can’t argue with you there.

Welcome baby Berry.

Oh look, he’s doing his favorite thing, screaming and pooping.

Edamame went into labor and I sent the family off to the hospital. I completely forgot to take pictures.  Anyway, Edamame had a boy, Berry.  I thought about naming him Barley, but I’m trying to stay away from names I used with the other legacy.

Except mine.  I guess you just can’t mess with perfection.

*gag*

Edamame hits a sour note.

Looks like Berry gets it from his mother.

I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about.  Clearly it took me by surprise.  Having never done something like that before how was I supposed to know what it was?

…

Annattto: Can’t you hear the baby?

I’m still not sure what Annatto brought to the house.  This is the most effort he put forth during Berry’s baby stage.  Edamame was working hard on her next book.

I just wanted to finish the chapter I was on.

How many words had you written?

Two.

A sight no one ever asked to see.

Oh look, Edamame actually nurses her baby.  I never expected you to nurse your children.

Oh please, do you know how expensive formula is?  Do you think I can afford to pay for this kid to have something special?  I can’t even have a separate bedroom.  I’m chained to this computer all day writing books until I don’t know fiction from reality.  When do I have time to prep a bottle for this kid?

There are so many things I’d like to pick out of that word vomit you just spewed all over, but I’ll just pick one.  One might say knowing fact from fiction has always been a struggle for you.

Berry grew up into a cool-boy.

Before I knew it Berry was a toddler!

Are you kidding me?!  The longest part of my life was standing at that bassinette.  Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh, why do I have to go through this again?

We’ve talked about this, Edamame, we need an heir and a spare.

This  sucks.

Berry: Ta-dah!

Berry is pretty cute.  He has Annatto’s brown eyes and Edamame’s eye shape.

He’s cuter now that he can fend for himself.  Thank the Llama!  Babies are so needy and gross.

There is something wrong with you.  He still needs you to teach him things and feed him.

Nope.  My job is done.

If you don’t potty train him he will still have dirty diapers to change only this time they will have bigger poops.

Being in your legacy really sucks…all the time.

I love you too, Edamame.

That is not what I said.

Edamame: TOILET!  Use the toilet!

Edamame listened to my words of wisdom and started to potty train Berry.  She was not happy about it, just look at that orange plumbob.

Edamame: Do not wet your pants again.

Such a patient and understanding mother…

Edamame: How is it possible all of that came out of you?  I think I’m going to be sick.

Do you know that child’s toilet had no flushing device?  How and I supposed to get rid of the stuff inside?

You have to dump it in the toilet.

What?!  I actually have to touch that thing?  Why are children so gross?

Berry: Daddy!  Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy.  Annatto:  Not now, Daddy’s busy.

Sigh…man-bun.

This is where the magic happens.

Yellow plumbob, some was not enjoying themselves.

It was me.  Why would I enjoy getting pregnant again?

Please don’t drink it.

While Edamame and Annatto were working on baby number two Berry was entertaining his self.

Llama’s tears!  That is disgusting!

Berry: Out.  Out.

After taking a short swim in the toilet Berry decided a little naked-time was in order.

Naked-time used to be my favorite part of the day.  Sadly, right now I don’t own a mirror, so there’s no point.

Berry: FWEEEEEEEDOM!!!!!

Then he made a break for it.

Not acceptable.  If I lose this one that means I have to have another and I am not having three kids.  Heir and a spare, that’s the deal.

Oh yeah!  Baby number two is on the way.

Edamame: No, only babies have bottles.  Eat your applesauce.  Annatto: *snores*

Annatto is still a supportive husband and father.

PFFFFT…  Good thing he has that man-bun, otherwise he’s be useless.

How exactly is his having a man-bun useful.

It’s pretty.

Annatto: I think I’ll lie down for a bit.

In his defense he was ill at the time, a case of the cube pox.

How is this different from any other day?

Berry is having unsupervised internet time.

This is a pretty common thing these days.

Family time at its finest.

But I think Edamame and Berry are starting to bond.

Oh my Llama, the smell in that room!

Berry: CAKE!  Edamame: Yes, we could name the baby Cake.

Edamame and Berry like to come up with names for the baby before he goes to bed.

I had this intense pain in my belly here.  I thought I was going into labor.

Nope.  That’s just your hand.

Edamame: *whispers*  You have to make lots of money to breaks us out of this prison.

While her son sleeps Edamame likes to whisper to him.

I’m infusing him with the need to do well and save me from this legacy.

Side Note: Let’s ignore the fact that Edamame is not as pregnant in this picture.  Work with me, people.

Edamame: This is my life…

Every mother goes through it.  Edamame just realized this is her life.  No longer is she Edamame.  She will now be a mother;  someone that wipes butts, feeds little people, and feels exhausted all the time.

Stop trying to project you life on to me.  It’s depressing.

That’s it for this update.  We are still at a solid 2 points here folks.  Next time we will find out what baby  number two is.  Is Edamame hoping for a girl or a boy?

I’m just hoping it’s out soon…

Chapter 3: Now It’s a Party!

Welcome back to another Food Family Legacy Update.  After my last post I stated current points earned at 1.  I was wrong, currents points earned are 2.  We have a point for Generation 1 and a point for starting with the Extreme Challenge Option.  So, 2 points total.

And you complained about my not earning you any points.

Those aren’t points that you earned.  Those points were gained just by starting the challenge.  But please continue to tell me how you have been wronged.

silence

Let’s move on with the update then.

New bed, newish fridge.

Good news, Edamame has earned enough money to get a new bed and a used refrigerator!

The refrigerator came stocked with someone else’s botulism, so it was a win for everyone.  I plan on injecting that stuff into my face later.

Please don’t do it before you have children.  I would like for this legacy to  continue beyond Generation 1.

Guy in the back: Not those Llama loving ears again! 

Edamame spent the day at the local library writing a children’s book: Nancy Noodles and the Giant Meatball.  For lunch she went to this little café where the employees there were less than happy to see each other.

At one point the old guy threw a plate on the floor and told the young guy to clean it up.  So glad I don’t have drama like that in my life…

Mustache Man: Anyone sitting here?

As Edamame was finishing her éclair this man sat at her table.  It took her a moment to realize someone sat at her table.

That éclair was so delicious.  I think I would like to name my first born after it.

Nope.  Your first born will need to be named with the letter B, maybe if you have four children you can name the fourth one after the éclair.  We are sticking with alphabetical  order here.

I can’t even have a tiny bit of joy can I?

You enjoyed that éclair.

Mustache Man: Do  you come here often?

Edamame: Oh, I think someone needs me…over there…

When the Mustache Man tried to chat with Edamame she found a reason to leave.

All I could see was the mustache.  It gave me the creeps.

*focused one her legacy*

Still not the owner of her very own shower Edamame was still showering at the gym.  Old habits die hard, she was still walking around in a towel while packing a lunch for work.

I was focused on this legacy.  I will do what I must to catch a man!

Edamame: This place still stinks.

Dishes are continuing to pile up around Edamame.

This is disgusting.  I can’t believe you let me  live in these conditions.

Edamame: *gags*

With no sink and no trash can she has no where to place all of those filthy dishes.

You’re hoarding the money.  Just buy me a sink so I can wash these dishes and brush my teeth.

Shouldn’t you be able to do those things in the shower?

Tea Fountain: I’m a game changer.

The Romance Festival came to town and I felt this was the day I was finally going to  get Edamame hitched!  I had her meet Akira there and suck down as much of that Sakura Tea as they could (without having Akira wet himself again).

That tea ia amazing stuff.  We may need to get one for the legacy house.  You know after we have a toilet and sink.

Never happy.

Edamame: *sniiiiiiiiiiiff*

They both became glowy and flirty.  Akira did not seem to mind the glowy skin.  (Yes, spellcheck, today glowy is a word.)

Suggestive convo involving money.

So this suggestive conversation popped up.  Not really sure what they could be discussing here…

Times are tough and I really need a way to take care of my smelly dishes at home.  I don’t want to catch some dangerous disease and die before I have millions.

This from the Sim saving botulism to inject into her face…

Going steady.

That tea really is amazing stuff!  Edamame asked Akira to go steady and he said yes. That was much easier than I thought it was going to be.

It’s not over!  Keep reading!!!!

Drunk on tea.

The tea was not finished with it’s work.  Edamame decided to tell Akira how much she loved his man-bun.

It’s like a beautiful piece of artwork.

Guy in white: I just love the Romance Festival.

Then she got down on her knee and proposed to Akira!  Man, things are happening very fast.

Akira Kibo: I heard you don’t have a trash can so lets just take it a little bit slower.

Oh disappointed.  That what happens when you over share.

Oddly, I asked him to move in with me and he agreed.

So much for standards.

First night together.

Akira is now a part of the Legacy House.  Doing so he has become Edamame’s primary spouse and will forever be known as Annatto Food.  Annatto is an orange-red condiment and food coloring derived from the seeds of the achiote tree.  Annatto brings to the house $0.  He’s trait are: Jealous, Romantic, and Self-Assured.  His aspiration is: The Curator

Wait.  What was that no money thing?

Sorry, Edamame.  The struggle is real.

Contractual obligation.

Gotta get that second generation started.  It’s in the contract.

Annatto is really excited about his new life.

Annatto took to his new life with a lot of excitement.

It’s me, of course he’s excited.

Edamame:  Look Annatto, I’m probably pregnant.  We should think about getting married.

Edamame: Marry me.  I love your man-bun.

Wow, Edamame.  What a sincere proposal.

It’s true. I’m such a caring person.

Sealed with a kiss.

Okay, this is where I will leave you with this update.   Could Edamame be pregnant?

Isn’t that the whole point of this legacy thing?  Breed me like livestock until you get what you want?

Sure, we’ll go with that.

Current Points: 2