#celery slaps

[mizzlecity]

celery sticks are lowkey dog bones for humans like they’re even the same size and i feel like the crunch is equally satisfying

[pianokantzart]

I just made the Mama Mario soup.

I can see why Luigi got so excited, that stuff good.

[kuncitizen]

The changes seem almost imperceptible at first.

Gojo's bathroom rack, once barren except for a two-in-one shampoo that doubles as body wash—is now cluttered with pastel bottles, a pink loofah with a bow, and some mysterious scrub labeled watermelon smoothie (which, to his utter disappointment, was not edible).

The mirror near the rack—once mounted at his freakishly tall eye level—now has a mini mirror suctioned right beside it, tilted lower just for you.

You didn’t even say anything. Just sighed one morning, yawned, and slapped it on with sleepy precision. He had laughed at you for being bite-sized, but caught himself using it when trimming his jawline.

And the fridge used to be sad, truly. Half a bottle of lychee-flavoured lemonade, a sketchy cucumber, and maybe a Red Bull or five.

Now there's fresh strawberries in containers you washed, vegetables, spices arranged alphabetically in matching jars. He made fun of it at first. But then two weeks later, when he could find the cumin instantly, he stared into the distance and muttered, “My baby's a genius.”

There’s a polaroid stuck to the fridge door with a peach-shaped magnet. You’re in the middle of the frame, laughing so hard your eyes are half-closed. Gojo’s beside you, one arm wrapped lazily around your shoulders as he makes the dumbest face known to man, while his other arm yanks a scowling Megumi into the shot like a hostage. The caption, scribbled in your messy handwriting, reads:

Family dinner (Megumi hates us).

Just beneath the photo, pinned by the same magnet, is a torn piece of paper:

-milk

-eggs

-bread

-celery

-don’t forget the glazed donuts you like even though they give you heartburn <3

Gojo keeps the list even after everything’s been bought, folding it once and slipping it into his pocket.

Because it might be just some grocery list to anyone else. But to him, it’s written in your handwriting, smells faintly like your lotion, and—most importantly—it ends with a <3.

So naturally, there’s no official "you moved in” moment. No big conversations or suitcases.

It's your scent lingering on his pillow. Your toothbrush sitting next to his in a cup he swears he didn’t buy.

It’s your hair ties scattered on his bedside table, the black ones that Gojo swears just keep multiplying. But he sometimes picks them up and just holds them for no reason, like they’re sacred relics of a goddess.

And then there are the things that aren’t objects at all.

The moments that take up space. The gestures, the silences, the care stitched into his life like you’ve always been part of it.

Like when you were were in the laundry folding his shirts, humming off-key to something on your phone and snapping the fabric mid-air like you meant business. You didn’t notice him at first—standing in the hallway, gripping the doorframe like he’s been physically hit with feelings.

Gojo had to literally bite his knuckle to keep himself from bursting into tears or tackle you mid-fold and bite your arm out of the sheer overload of affection.

Or just last night, when he swore he passed out with the lights still on, jacket half-off, phone dead on the nightstand. He only remembers collapsing onto the mattress with his head pounding, too tired to even take off his shoes.

But he wakes up warm. Shoes off, lights out, a blanket tucked around his figure. There's a note scribbled in your familiar writing, just beside the glass of water and packets of Tylenol placed on the bedside table.

“Took your shoes off and put painkillers on the table. You looked like roadkill. Love you.”

He stared at it for a full ten minutes, blanket pulled to his chin like a little boy, blinking at the ceiling with the stunned realization that someone out there loved him like this—so gently, so normally, that it didn’t even ask to be acknowledged.

Gojo rolls out of bed like a man reborn and follows the smell of something frying in the kitchen.

Because of course, you’re there.

Barefoot, standing on your tiptoes at the stove, lips pursed in concentration as you stir something sizzling in a pan. His hoodie swallows you whole, dipping low on your thighs, sleeves bunched around your wrists. Your hair’s twisted up messily, and he swears if he looks any longer, he’s going to melt into the floor like a cartoon character.

It’s almost unfair how casual you look in his space. Like you were meant to be there. Like the room rearranged itself around you.

Gojo forgets his exhaustion in an instant. The only thing sore now is his heart.

He pads over and wraps his arms around you from behind, arms sliding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Gojo mumbles against your skin.

You snort. “I’m literally making food for you.”

“That’s not what’s gonna kill me.”

“What, the garlic?”

“The fact that you’re standing in my kitchen looking like a walking dream,” he grumbles, kissing the side of your neck.

You laugh, wiggling your hips slightly to throw him off. “Down, boy. You’re gonna burn your fingers.”

He groans like he’s actually in pain, but doesn’t move. If anything, he presses closer, nuzzling his nose against the curve of your neck and mumbling nonsense into your skin.

“Y’know,” you say, flipping the pan with ease, “if you distract me, and we both die in a fire, that’s on you.”

“Worthy sacrifice,” he mutters, lips brushing your collarbone.

Gojo's hand slides down—slow, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. His fingers find yours, and he gently pulls your left hand away from the spatula. You blink, confused, as he lifts your hand and lightly wraps his fingers around your ring finger, measuring.

You raise a brow. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he replies way too fast.

You squint at him. “Is this another one of your weird kinks or—”

“Shh.” He coos as he kisses the tip of your finger. “Just checking if my future plans align.”

You narrow your eyes further, suspicious of where Gojo's going with this.

“You like rubies better or diamonds?”

You pause. “What?”

He grins into your shoulder, kissing it again. “I’m just saying. Hypothetically. If a guy wanted to be smart and lock it down before someone else does.”

Your voice comes out quieter than expected. “You’re serious?”

Gojo leans in, his voice low and uncharacteristically sincere, suddenly stripped of the teasing.

“I am so stupidly, pathetically serious about you, it’s embarrassing. I want to marry the girl who makes my apartment feel like more than just four walls. I want to put a ring on the hand that steals my hoodies and flips me off.”

Your lips part, but he keeps going.

“I want you in my kitchen, in my bed, even in my closet. Even when you leave coffee mugs everywhere. Even when you hog the blanket. Even when you bully me for crying during Pixar trailers.”

“You do cry during Pixar trailers.”

“And I’ll cry during our wedding vows too. I’m not an insecure man.”

You lean in and kiss him before he gets all sappy again, hands tangling in his hair as he wraps his arms fully around you, pulling you close enough to feel every soft breath.

Halfway through, Gojo smiles against your lips like he can’t help it. Like his heart spilled out through his mouth and all it could do was grin stupidly.

When you pull back, his forehead rests against yours, eyes half-lidded, that smile still lingering.

“So, rubies or diamonds?”

You roll your eyes, but your own smile creeps in anyway. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot,” he replies.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s already engraving your ring size into permanent memory.

A/N: I literally got so lazy that I didn't even proofread before posting this. So if you spot a typo, no you didn't.

[daycourtofficial]

In a world of boys, he’s a ✨gentleman✨

Summary: based on this request - your friends help walk you through all the nice things Azriel does for you

Author’s note: I forgot all about this tbh lmao why was this just sitting in my drafts all alone

“I think Azriel has the best manners,” Feyre says, her cheeks glowing from the wine, wisps of brown hair coming out from her braid.

“And the biggest wingspan,” Mor adds, raising her blonde eyebrows.

“I’m serious,” Feyre turns to Mor, “he’s so polite, he cleans up after himself, he treats (y/n) like a queen, he-“

You choke on your wine. “Treats who like what?”

Mor slaps your shoulder, causing you to almost spill your glass. “Oh, do not start this again, I will scream.”

“Start what?”

Mor rolls her eyes, falling back on the couch, “pretending like you don’t know how nice Azriel is to you.”

Your face heats involuntarily. “He’s very nice to me, I’m well aware of that. He’s a nice guy.”

Mor groans, getting up for more wine, “see! This is what I’m talking about!”

Nesta and Feyre giggle, but you sit up, “what do you mean what you’re talking about? What is wrong with me thinking that he’s nice to me?”

Feyre’s giggles continue, “it’s not that, sweetie. It’s just… he’s exceptionally nice to you.”

“So? We’re friends.”

Mor chimes in, “if any male was as nice to Nesta as Azriel is to you, Cassian would slit his throat.”

“Cassian’s more of a hands-on brute, but I see your point,” Nesta corrects.

“Friends don’t act like the two of you do,” Feyre muses, refilling her wine glass.

Soft touches, sitting needlessly close to each other at gatherings, Feyre catching the two of you napping on her couch on multiple occasions.

“He always blushes around you,” Elain observes.

Images of Azriel’s reddened cheeks and ears flood your memory, and how adorable you’d find it.

“He always asks you if it’s okay for him to pick you up to fly.”

A montage of soft “may I?” and “is this okay?” flutter through your mind. His soft touches of your hair when you’d take off, knowing it was your least favorite part, trying to comfort you in some way.

“He pulls out your chair for you at every family dinner.”

“-and plates her food!”

Azriel’s scarred hands grab the back of your chair, a soft scraping noise filling your ears, replaced by your soft “thank you”.

He sits next to you, grabbing your plate reflexively, piling it with roast, carrots, and potatoes, knowing to avoid the celery.

You thank him again, oblivious to Cassian’s exasperated arm movements at the two of you, as well as Nesta’s immediate swatting of him.

Elain giggles, “he always comes by every Sunday asking me to help him arrange a bouquet for her.”

Nesta smirks as the other two females let out soft “ooooh”s, as if you all were gossipy teenagers. Maybe you were. Your eyes draw towards the bouquet sitting on the table in front of Elain, the pink and yellow hues making you smile.

“He always has a hand on you whenever you’re out in town.”

The warmth from his hand is a welcome presence on your lower back as you two push through the crowds of the Velaris stalls. You prefer going out into town with him in tow - he was much taller than you and could see over the crowds.

Not to mention how he carried all of your bags and you spent the rest of the day catching his scent on your clothes afterwards.

“I’m not even sure you own your own coat from him lending you his.”

Nights out at Rita’s always ended with the two of you walking along the Sidra, his arm around your shoulder. He’d always wait for you to start shivering before placing his coat around your shoulders, helping your arms into the sleeves.

You scratch at your neck, uncomfortable with all the attention on you. “That doesn’t mean anything… right?”

Mor huffs, dramatically falling back on the couch after draining her glass, “I can’t explain this again.”

“Ask him out,” Feyre says, while Nesta nods her head, “just do it.”

As if the Mother herself were in the room gossiping with you all, Azriel strolls into the room, a bit shocked when five pairs of eyes peer back at him, amusement in four pairs, adoration in one pair.

You can’t help the smile that graces your face when you see him, and Nesta loudly placing her cup on the table jolts you out of your trance.

“Will you- would you,” you clear your throat, rushing the words out before you get too scared, turned in your seat to peer at him, “would you like to have dinner? Tonight? With me? Alone?”

Mor and Feyre are trying, but failing, to hold in their giggles at your nervousness, but you have completely forgotten they were in the room with you.

Azriel’s lips curve into a smile, “I would love to. I can pick you up at 7?”

[unnameablethings]

Your tags have prompted my Soup Curiosity 👀 it sounds good!!

HA! YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD. i am extremely proud of my soups of many varieties but SPECIFICALLY my creamy rotisserie chicken tortellini soup. its exactly what it sounds like. i make a delicious rich chicken broth from scratch using a rotisserie chicken carcass and then i mix in the shredded meat from the chicken, like 1/4 cup of heavy cream, and a package of refrigerated tortellini.

it slaps so tremendously. This soup has the power to make a room full of people fall into reverent silence. you will win every potluck. you will receive marriage proposals. it will refill your health bar. these are all my 100% guarantee or your money back.

it is also SO EASY. RECIPE UNDER THE CUT:

NOBLES VERY GOOD CREAMY CHICKEN TORTELLINI SOUP:

my soup slaps bc i make the stock from scratch so here's how u do that. it's very easy:

INGREDIENTS:

1 rotisserie chicken

2 - 4 stalks celery (or the equivalent in ends and bits)

2 - 4 carrots (or the equivalent etc)

1 - 2 onions (or the equivalent)

3 - 6 cloves garlic

2 - 3 bay leaves

black pepper (whole peppercorns work best but regular black pepper is also fine)

IMPORTANT: this takes minimum 4 hours and ideally 8. Start this in the morning if possible.

-take ur rotisserie chicken. pull off all the actual cooked chicken bits. shred it up. put it aside for later. I usually put most of it in a ziploc bag and keep it in the freezer to use for other shit throughout the week.

-now you're left with the chicken carcass/skin/bones/remnants. toss all that into a big pot

-roughly break apart/cut up your veggies, toss them in. No need to remove skins/peels/ends. All of that goes into the soup. Just make sure you rinse em.

-Crush your garlic cloves, toss those in. Add your bay leaves and a generous amount of black pepper. I usually do like a tablespoon of peppercorns or a couple teaspoons of the black pepper

-Now fill your stock pot with water. Leave some room at the top so it doesn't boil over, but u definitely at least want to make sure your carcass is completely submerged.

-Turn your stove up to medium-high until the stock starts to boil (usually like 20 minutes. its a lot of fucking water).

-Now turn the stove down to medium-low so it simmers. (if you know you're going to need to leave it unattended for a bit, turn it down to the lowest setting to slow things down and avoid accidents.)

-Some people like to cover their stock with a lid while it's simmering to retain water. I prefer to make Stock Concentrate so it's easier to store so I leave the lid off.

(BECAUSE I'm making Stock Concentrate I also don't add salt at this stage because idk how much I'm going to end up diluting it later so idk how salty to make it. we will add salt when we turn it into Actual Soup)

-then you leave this alone for 4 - 8 hours. checking on it periodically. if the water level gets too low too fast, add some more water in and reduce the heat.

-at the end of that time, turn off the heat. Then strain all the Stuff out of the stock through a strainer into a (LARGE) mixing bowl or another stock pot.

-now you have Stock Base. from here we can proceed to make a variety of Soups. (Stock Base also freezes SUPER WELL so you can make a big batch and store it for Future Soups.)

TO TURN IT INTO CREAMY CHICKEN TORTELLINI SOUP:

-Chop up carrots, onion, and celery. (You can also add potatoes if you want) (If vegetables cause you texture troubles, you can skip this step. There's plenty of veggie goodness in the stock itself. I like the veggies myself but not everyone does.)

-Fry them in butter in a pan with salt, pepper, garlic, and italian seasoning (or just oregano and thyme if u like) until browned/aromatic.

-Pour your stock base over top, then add water. (Usually I do 2 parts stock base to 1 part water, but it depends on the strength of your stock base and how powerful you want the Flavor to be.)

-Add salt to taste, then simmer until your veggies are softened.

-Add in shredded cooked chicken and then a splash of heavy cream/half and half, simmer for another five minutes or so. (Check your salt levels, the cream will make it less salty)

-SEPARATELY cook your tortellini according to package instructions. Put torts in your bowl and pour soup over the torts. You don't want to mix them together in the pot unless you're planning on eating the whole pot the same day. Cooked tortellini keep GREAT by themselves in the fridge and TERRIBLE in the soup (they get soggy)

(OTHER SOUPS YOU CAN DO WITH STOCK BASE:

-chicken pot pie soup: cook stock base with water, cream, shredded chicken, a little bit of flour as a thickener, and a bag of mixed frozen veggies (or whatever you usually put in your pot pies).

-normal chicken noodle soup

-really fucking good ramen (mix in ginger, green onions, a dash of soy sauce and a dash of dashi)

-chicken n dumplings)

(you can also make a REALLY tasty pot of rice. or an actual pot pie. or baste a roast. use stock base anywhere you'd usually use chicken stock.)

[iheartkremy]

Kremy trying (and failing) to teach gricko how to cook a proper meal

This one made me chuckle so it gets a doodle and a oneshot

Kremy & Gricko - It’s Just Gumbo (OUAW Oneshot)

story below :) ⬇️

“Alright Gricko. This is just Gumbo,” Kremy had ditched his overcoat and bowtie for a simple apron. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbow, and he stepped up beside Gricko. “Nice and simple, alright? No way you can screw this up.”

Gricko hummed, one hand up to his chin in a pondering pose as he scanned the equipment and ingredients in front of him. Kremy noticed Gricko wasn’t wearing the apron he’d handed to him.

“Trust me Kremy, I can handle this no problem!” He crossed his arms and leaned sideways with a smug look on his face. Kremy nodded grimly as he noticed that the apron was flung next to his neatly folded clothes at the entrance to the kitchen.

“I already prepared the roux for ya.” He brought over the large pot, which had a dark viscous liquid resting at the bottom. Kremy figured that making Gricko wait half an hour just for the base was going to lead him to just walking out of the kitchen. He actually wanted to try and get him to understand the basics.

Gricko hopped up onto the counter to get a good look at it. “Is it supposed to be that dark? It looks a little… burnt.” Kremy’s eye twitched, and he firmly planted the lid on the pot, causing the goblin to flinch. “Hey! You almost got my nose!”

Kremy was already starting to see why Frost had given up on trying to teach Gricko to cook. This was a dish he’d been making since he was a kid, he knew what he was doing.

“All I need you to do right now is to cut and cook the sausage. Can ya do that for me?” He placed a hand on his shoulder. Gricko nodded, and Kremy placed two large sausages in his hands. He hopped over to the other side of the counter and watched as he began to look at the knives in the knife block. He sighed and left him to it as he turned his attention to the vegetables in front of him.

Cooking was always a nice way for Kremy to get his attention off of the things on his mind. The rhythm he got into while chopping was a nice and steady sound. He bobbed his head a bit with each cut. When he arrived at the celery, he spun the knife around between his fingers and easily sliced the stick into small pieces. He dusted off his hands as he put all the fresh veggies into a small bowl to dump into the roux once Gricko finished with the sausage.

That thought reminded him that he was not alone in the kitchen today. He spun around to see Gricko looking over the pan. All seemed normal, until his eyes trailed over to where he’d cut the sausage. He saw a bread knife covered in bits of shredded meat and juice, and saw that it was also all over the counter as well. There didn’t appear to be any kind of cutting board anywhere.

Gricko was grinning as he picked up the pan and made a scooping motion as he attempted to flip all the sausage pieces like a pancake. Kremy cried out and raced over to the stove where the he could practically hear the sausages weeping as he saw the state they were in.

Some slices were paper thin, where others were as thick as a marshmallow. All of them looked as though they’d been hacked at violently, rather than cleanly cut. Some where black and burnt, and some where still bright pink. Kremy reeled back, and needed a moment to process and breathe.

“Kremy?” Gricko said, and with his back turned, Kremy could do nothing but give him a weak thumbs up. Gricko must’ve taken this as a sign to put the sausage in the pot, because he could hear the sound of the meat slapping against the roux at the bottom of the pot.

Kremy twisted back around, but it Gricko had already gotten ahold of his vegetables and put them in as well. Gricko smiled blankly at him with his hands on his hips.

“Alright, what now?”

He wanted to shake the goblin, and tell him to never step foot in a kitchen again. Instead, he straightened himself out, and found a wooden spoon in the drawer. He passed it to Gricko and he began to stir.

Looking at the huge pile of ingredients they had yet to add, Kremy was trying to find some way to save this gumbo. He knew that doing the rest of the recipe on his own would inevitably lead to Gricko complaining that he didn’t get to do anything (though that would be for the best.) so he opted to just let everyone know ahead of time that they shouldn’t eat it.

But his mind wandered to Torbek. He’s eaten rocks and worse before with no issue, so this would be fine for him, right?

—————

Three raps on Torbek’s door, and a sigh from the lizardfolk as Torbek opened the door.

“Ohhh! It’s Mr. Kremy and Gricko! Torbek is soooo happy that his friends came to visit him.” The bugbear was obviously happy despite the late hour. Gricko was holding the large pot with a grin and Kremy motioned for Torbek to take it. He did and set it on the floor, lifting the pot lid. Kremy’s shoulders tensed as he stared at the monstrosity he was trying to pass off as food.

Despite it having been off the burner for about half an hour, thick bubbles were still rising in the surface. Shreds of meat, some raw and some burnt floating around. There was a thick layer of some mysterious liquid that was obviously sitting above the roux, and upon seeing a dead fly in the mix, he reached for the pot. This was too disgusting to serve even to Torbek.

Torbek completely missed Kremy’s action and put the lid back on, holding it in his arms. “Ohhh, it looks delicious! Thaaank you!” Gricko puffed out his chest, and Kremy wanted to hold his hat over his heart in shame.

“It was all Gricko.” Was all he could muster as Torbek closed the door.

[dare-to-dm]

Can you post your clam chowder recipe? I’ve been looking everywhere for a good one I can make for my mom

Here is my easy clam chowder recipe:

Ingredients:

2 cans cream of potato soup 2 cans cream of celery soup 2 can minced clams 4 cans worth of milk (or heavy cream) 4 slices of bacon 1 medium onion, chopped

Fry the bacon until crisp, then fry the onion in the bacon grease until it goes limp and kind of clearish. Drain the grease.

In a pot, mix the 4 cans of soup with 4 cans worth of milk or heavy cream. And I mean just use one of the empty soup cans to measure out the milk. You want to pour in the milk a little at a time while stirring to avoid lumps and keep an even consistency. Then add the clams (drain most of the juice), the chopped onion and the bacon. Cook over medium heat for at least 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. If you don't stir, stuff will get stuck to the bottom of the pot.

I like this recipe because it's pretty easy but still really tasty. I don't like knives, so I use a slap chop type tool for the onion and I cut the bacon with kitchen shears after it's done cooking (when it's really crispy, you can also just break it apart with your fingers).

Sometimes I use actual potatoes or make the cream based broth from scratch, but honestly I've rarely felt that the extra steps were really worth it.

[autisticempathydaemon]

Redactober 2024 Day Eleven

Prompt: David & Deal

Pairing: David/Angel

cw: Angel and Asher making poor financial decisions, Too Good to Go addiction

“I can’t resist a good deal, and it saves on food waste too!”

Available on AO3 here!

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“Angel, you can’t keep doing this,” David says, grimacing at the mismatched collection of sealed bags on their dining table.

“But savings!” they say excitedly, rummaging through one of the bags and pulling out a boule of sourdough. “Oh, yum, I didn’t think we’d get a whole loaf! Should we make sandwiches for dinner? I got a rotisserie chicken somewhere for a couple bucks.”

“Really?” Angel pushes another unlabeled bag across the table, and David peeks in at the still steaming, whole chicken in begrudging approval. “I can use the bones to make stock.”

“You can use the carrots and celery we got in the grocery bag!”

“How many bags did you get?” David asks incredulously, looking up at his partner and clicking his tongue when they’re stuffing a mini cupcake in their face. “Before dinner, Angel?”

“A snack, an appetizer of sorts. Want one? I think this one is red velvet,” they say, holding the treat up to their glowering werewolf as he stares down at them.

“How much did you spend on all this?”

“The better question is how much did I save?” they respond, smiling brightly up at him as they relish in the spoils of war. “I can’t resist a good deal, and it saves on food waste too!”

“Does it save on gas? How long did it take to drive and get these?” is what David tries to say before Angel interrupts by shoving the mini cupcake into his speaking mouth. “I’m deleting Too Good to Go from your phone,” he mumbles when he’s done chewing. “I should have known you couldn’t be trusted with what’re basically marked-down, food loot boxes.”

“Delete it, and Asher will just order more for me when he gets his. This is the life you chose,” they say with a sweet smile, kissing off a smidge of frosting on his bottom lip. “Now do you want a sandwich or not?”

“We’ll slice all the bread and freeze what we don’t eat,” David says indulgently, giving Angel a smile, a kiss on the nose, and a swift slap on the ass. “And I better not hear anything about instant ramen and takeout for at least another four days.”

[strawberrystepmom]

Kendall!!! Top 5 meals/recipes you've made this year :]c

thank you for asking!!! <33 i had to sit here and think for a bit bc i cook so much i forget what i cook sometimes aldjfliaksdjfasdf

zucchini tart with whipped honey ricotta baked in puffed pastry (zucchini here is courgette for everyone elsewhere) i actually made this a few weeks ago for a light lunch and it was soooo good. i mixed about half a tub of ricotta with honey, rosemary, thyme, some red pepper flakes and olive oil. par baked my premade puff pastry for like 8 minutes and then put the ricotta on, finished it off the rest of the way with sliced zucchini on top, baked it and hit it with some parm fresh out of the oven. awesome. so good.

chicken thigh sandwiches. i grilled whole boneless/skinless chicken thighs i marinated in oil, some chipotles in adobo, lime juice, spices and made a bbq sauce to go over the top of it. slapped that bad boy on a bun, made some quick pickles and mmm. it was the easiest dinner ever too so yayyaayya.

butter shoyu chicken from justonecookbook. this is one of my habitual meals bc it's easy! i always have everything for it on hand, i throw some rice in my rice cooker, maybe make a little cucumber salad for the side bc i always have them on hand and dinner is served.

honestly it's so basic but i feel like i've hit a peak with my chicken salad recipe too. i've tested it with mayo and without it, it's really good both ways which is rare for chicken salad. chicken of your choosing (i always use the leg quarters i boil to make stock), super finely minced and i mean minceD shallot and celery, a bit of mayo if it's your bag if not leave it out, dijon mustard this is very important, fresh lemon juice, seasonings of your choice and it's just simple. it's really nice and fresh.

tortellini pasta salad. this was so easy and i just used premade tortellini mixed with a little bit of pesto, olive oil, tomatoes, cucumbers, little baby mozzarella pearls. so good after a day in the fridge...

[lumosinlove]

Last minute decision to do @oknutzyweek2023 because FUN!! Decided to add a little twist.

So: O’Knutzy Week (Taylor’s Version)

Day One: Summer Vacation (all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing)

Two times Logan had a cold and was a BABY about it.

Harvard

There was a flood warning. The whole locker room’s phones blared to attention at once. Finn saw the coaches frowning. Someone flipped the news on. The roads were gone, frigid wind rising from the spray of cars passing through puddles that were as good as small lakes. Blurry red lights and reporters barely hanging onto their umbrellas, sleet stinging their eyes.

Finn caught Percy’s eye and could almost taste it in the wink Percy dropped him. There was no way they were making it to this game.

Max slapped him on the back, short light brown hair sticking up in every direction from his post-practice shower. “Looks like we won’t be line mates after all, Captain.”

Finn sent him a half-smile. “Hm? Oh, yeah, man. Another time.”

It wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t anything he was proud of, but the idea of going on a roadie without Logan had been enough to get Finn down for days. A strange ache huddled in his chest, confusing him until he remembered the sight of Logan, feverish and red-nosed in his bed. Max was great. They would have been great on a line together. He was fast and he kept bodies away from Finn. But Max wasn’t Logan.

“All right, boys, you called it,” Coach sighed, hanging up his phone. “Game’s off. Let’s all get home safe now. Keep a close eye on these roads, it’s a river out there.”

At least the guys had the good sense not to cheer, but Finn knew they were all glad for the break. Exams were coming up fast and called for late nights in the library. Finn was exhausted. The games had been hard. They’d been missing Logan on the ice more than any of them cared to admit. He filled gaps that Finn never even thought to look for.

And it wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. But Finn felt stretched thin, brittle and sullen, when Logan wasn’t near.

Among the rustle of guys packing up and leaving, Finn hid a small smile, shoved his earbuds in, and pressed call.

The five rings it took for Logan to answer felt like the distance laughing in Finn’s face.

“Hm,” came from the line.

“Did I wake you?” Finn asked.

“Non,” Logan rasped, but Finn could hear it in his voice. He looked down at the call-screen, brushing a thumb over Logan’s contact picture: Grinning, half rolling his eyes maybe. From one of the boys’ pre-season road trips. Finn could just see his bare shoulders, and maybe no one else knew, but Finn had memorized the way his body had looked that day. Golden and strong. Hidden curves of muscles that Finn had mapped out with his thumbs, that one time. Once.

“Finn?” Logan’s voice asked, accompanied by a harsh cough.

“Oh, sorry, hi.” Finn rubbed his eyes. “Hi, I’m here. Just calling to say game’s cancelled.”

“You’re coming home?”

Finn laughed softly. The hope in Logan’s voice was unmistakable. “You’re such a baby when you’re sick.”

“Bring me soup.” 

“I will, I will.”

Finn wished he could make Logan soup, the real kind that his dad got from the deli around the corner when he and Alex were sick. Slight crunch of carrots, soft celery, thick egg noodles, bayleaf and rosemary. He wanted Logan to be better.

Finn zipped up his backpack. “Can you get better already?”

All he got in return was a disgruntled scoff. “I’m trying.” Then, after a moment, “You miss me?”

Finn smiled. He didn’t care who saw. It was Logan’s voice in his ears and his ears alone. “You know it.”

“Yo,” Percy said when the door to OKN slammed behind them. They were all freezing, knuckles tucked under the straps of their backpacks. “You going to check on the gremlin?”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Kitchen first though. Gotta heat up some chicken noodle.”

Percy snorted. “He knows the stairs still work the same, right?”

Finn dropped his bags and laughed. “Oh, he knows.”

He went to the cupboard and found the cans of chicken noodle he’d picked up. The sink was a mess but he scrubbed a pan clean then stood close to the hot burner while it boiled. The rain was turning to snow outside and he, honestly, couldn’t remember the last time he’d been actually warm. He held his palms over the soup, beginning to bubble, and tried to rub some of the rawness out of his knuckles. He put it in a mug, easier for Logan to hold. Silver, Percy’s dog, came in and sniffed at his ankles, whining until Finn fished a piece of carrot out with the spoon and gave it to her.

How long did this storm give him to relax? A day or two. He still had to finish his Romanticism paper. He needed that book from Kelsey in his theory class. Logan’s soup was getting cold, Logan was sick, Logan was falling behind on his reading and there was only so much Finn could do to help. Logan, maybe, would let Finn spoon up against his back again while he shivered through his fever.

When he opened Logan’s door, he was hit with—well, the only word Finn’s brain supplied was summer. Logan had the heat in his room high, blankets wrapped tight around his shoulders. He was a half-visible lump in the bed, the darkness as good as humidity.

“Jesus,” Finn said as warmth began to seep back into his fingers. “Lo?”

No reply. Finn shut the door softly, then sat on the edge of Logan’s bed, setting the soup down. He put a hand on Logan’s back.

“Got your soup, baby,” he said—and then snapped his mouth shut. He’d meant it as—no, he’d meant—He’d meant here’s your soup. You big baby. But he hadn’t—had he? Baby. I just want to take care of you, and read all of your books to you and I want you to feel better, I miss you, I don’t know how to play without you—

Slowly, Logan rolled onto his back and blinked up at him. Finn stared back and had no idea if he’d heard or not. Baby.

“Raining?” Logan asked.

“Snow,” Finn said. He tapped a fingernail on the mug, making a soft clinking sound. “Soup.”

“We have to study.” Logan groaned and turned into his pillow before pushing himself up on one elbow. His hair was a mess. Needed a wash, too. When the blankets fell down, Finn swore he felt another wave of heat roll off of Logan’s bare chest and sink into his very bones.

“Don’t worry about that now,” Finn said. “Little vacation first, maybe.”

After a moment, one green eye peaked out at him. “Vacation?”

“Feels like the Bahamas in here, that’s good enough for me.”

Logan groaned. “I feel like the Bahamas.”

“So you are feeling better.”

“Non, ugh.”

Finn laughed, but at the frown that settled between Logan’s eyebrows, he quieted. It was a small risk, but he didn’t think Logan would call him on it—He pushed Logan’s sweaty hair off of his forehead. “I know, Lo. I’m sorry.”

Logan closed his eyes. “Oh, your hand is so cold.”

“Oh, sorry.” Finn made to pull back, but Logan gripped his wrist and kept him there.

“Non. Non, it feels good.” Logan dragged Finn’s hand to his cheek and let out a breath. “Fuck.”

Finn could only watched, lips parted, as Logan pressed Finn’s hands against his own neck, his chest, his forehead and cheeks. Finn didn’t dare move on his own. He let Logan put him where he wanted.

After what felt like an hour of Finn holding his breath and trying not to enjoy this too much, Logan let him go and sat up for his mug. He made a face that was something between relieved and dissatisfied.

“This soup is terrible.” He gave a shiver and sank back down into his blankets.

“I know,” Finn said, still caught on the soft roll of the R in Logan’s mouth. His lips were red, chapped. His eyes were vividly green against his fever-bright cheeks.

“What can I do?” Finn said softly. He needed to do something.

Logan looked at him for a long moment. Finn wanted him to say get in. Pull those heated, Logan-filled blankets back for him and let Finn sink into his favorite universe. The one where they might be each other’s.

“Nothing,” Logan whispered.

Nothing. That word out of Logan’s mouth could send him any which way. What could Finn do? Nothing. Nothing is what this seemed, sometimes. But it was everything. Finn was hopelessly trying, pushing and pushing himself to keep up with Logan. To try and figure out what Logan wanted from him. What more could he do?

Logan reached out and grabbed Finn’s hand again, bringing it back to his forehead. It startled a small laugh out of Finn.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Logan said. “D’accord?”

Finn sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

Present Day

“My poor baby,” Finn said, trying to hide his laugh as he pushed the hair off of Logan’s clammy forehead. “Poor baby boy.”

Logan just tucked his nose up against Finn’s neck and grabbed at his hand until Finn was holding him even tighter around his waist, rubbing cool fingers up and down his spine.

“You are such,” Leo said from the doorway, where he had appeared with a tray of soup and ginger beer. “a baby when you’re sick.”

“Non.”

“Yon,” Finn said. “Always have been.”

Leo set the tray down on the other side of the bed and picked up the mug. He propped himself up against the headboards and Logan, slowly, rolled over and into his arms instead. Leo wrapped his arm around Logan’s shoulders so he could still reach the spoon. “Am I feeding you, is that what’s happening?”

“Yep,” Finn said. “Looks like it.”

Leo just shook his head, but let Logan lean up for a spoonful of broth.

“Merde,” Logan swallowed, his cheek smushing back against Leo’s t-shirt. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

Finn met Leo’s eyes to catch his grin. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Logan accepted a few more spoonfuls before sitting up himself and taking more eager sips. His eyes flashed disgruntled. “I just want to get better.” He looked wistfully out the window. “It’s summer, we’re supposed to be on vacation.”

“Hey,” Finn held up a hand. “What more would I rather be doing on my vacation that stay holed up with you two?” 

“Same,” Leo said. “Lo, you’ll feel so much better in a few days.”

“I know but…Yeah. I know. Just ugh.” He took another long sip. “This soup is really the best thing I’ve ever had.”

Leo laughed. “I’ll get you some more.”

Finn watched Logan’s eyes follow Leo out through the doorway. He had that same feverish flush to his cheeks. Glassy green eyes, red nose.

“Remember the snow storm?” Logan asked suddenly.

Finn nodded. “Mhm.”

“Me too,” Logan said.

When they smiled at each other, it wasn’t all that sad.

“What do you need, baby?” Finn asked, rubbing a hand over his bare chest. “What can I do?”

“Be here,” Logan said. He pressed a kiss to Finn’s neck. “I need you two.” He smiled, eyes darting towards the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

Finn shook his head, watching as Logan brought up his hand to cradle against his own cheek. “Just you two.”

After Logan fell asleep again, Finn found Leo in the kitchen, humming softly to himself. He was stirring the big pot on the stove and Finn settled his hands on his hips.

“Smells so good, Le.”

“You want some, too?” Leo asked, holding the spoon up for Finn to taste. “Need anything?”

Finn accepted it gratefully, but he turned his head and kissed the corner of Leo’s mouth. “No, nothing.” Nothing. It was the fullest word he’d ever used. “Just you humming in the kitchen.”

[demialwrites]

Rufus's Sister

You, Rufus's Sister, don't care for meetings or most of the board, so you have some fun.

"Watch this," you whispered, subtly elbowing Palmer.

"Oh!" Your fellow director wiggled in his seat, getting worked up that someone was paying him some attention.

You didn't like the creepy man that much but he would make for a suitable partner-in-crime for the moment. You pulled a resealable bag out of your suit jacket pocket, revealing your partially-eaten snack of peanut butter smoothed into celery sticks.

Palmer watched in rapt, but confused, attention.

Rufus was droning on about Weapons. Again. Giant materia whales had nothing to do with your department, and the details were beyond your understanding, anyway. He was turned to the other side of the table, answering a question from Reeve, so you began the game by unzipping the bag without attracting giving yourself away.

Sliding open the first half of the zipper gained you Scarlet casting a confused glance down her nose at you. She considered you the lesser Shinra sibling. One day you'll show her she's wrong, but that day was not today.

The second half attracted the attention of your real target. Not your boring brother but the dog behind him. Long and thin pointy ears sprang up at the sound of the plastic zipper. You could see his red eyes fixed in the direction of your seated figure but it was hard to tell because they were naturally crossed.

That one flaw in his best friend was a sore point for Rufus. You only made fun of it sparingly for maximum effect.

Darkstar ambled undetected behind his pet parent to sit under the table in front of you. It was an awkward squeeze but he desperately wanted what you had. Peanut butter. Palmer leaned back in fear but you quietly repeated the command to watch, drawing a celery stick out of the bag. The monstrous dog scooted closer excitedly, and you pushed the celery into his hungry mouth, snatching your hand back before his fangs closed together.

Palmer squealed, finally understanding what the game was.

It was noisy work, making sure to suck down every last morsel of peanut butter. You marvelled at how the dog didn't slice his flapping tongue to shreds licking in between his teeth. Scarlet unintentionally did you a favour just then with the timing of one of her outbursts, focusing Rufus's attention on her. You briefly pitied him, toddlers had better self-regulation skills than some of the adults in this room.

One of those toddlers, Palmer, clapped in joy.

"What are you doing?" asked Rufus.

You looked up at the unimpressed question to find the entire board watching and waiting for your answer. Palmer was still wiggling obliviously. Rufus glanced down at the tentacle wagging from under the table, the tip patting the side of his thigh.

"Director?" Rufus asked again, using his best 'president' voice.

"Nothing," you replied innocently.

He wrinkled his nose because you were a liar. He knew that because he was a practiced liar, too. He called Darkstar out from under the table. Rufus immediately noted the savoury scent of peanut butter on his dog's breath. You slipped the now-empty bag into your pocket before he looked up.

"Nothing?" he repeated.

The minute movements of his eyes searched you for what he wouldn't find. Knowing each other from early childhood allowed you to be relaxed about hiding any tells or signs of guilt. Your lips twitched into a smile for the briefest of moments. You were betting on him letting this slide. No one was paying much attention to you during the presentation, and they paid even less to Palmer. Rufus risked making a big deal out of nothing if he reprimanded you in front of everyone.

"Hmph."

Rufus turned and walked out, signaling the end of the meeting. Darkstar trotted to catch up, chops still wetly slapping together. You high-fived Palmer, then immediately regretted it, wiping a greasy hand off on your thigh.

[ruru195]

Operation: Eat Like Felix – Day 2 A documentary that should have been canceled – by Boris the Wolf

[Camera turns on. Boris’s face is pale. His ears droop.]

BORIS (deadpan): “Day two. We survived breakfast yesterday… barely. But today… Felix brought out the RAW stuff.”

FELIX (holding a sleek bento box): “Today’s meals include:

Breakfast smoothie: spinach, banana, one raw egg, almond milk, chia, and flax seeds.

Snack: a bowl of frozen berries and raw walnuts.

Lunch: seared blue beef, cold sticky rice, and seaweed wraps.

Dinner: papaya salad, raw zucchini noodles, and a detox coconut water with activated charcoal.” He says all this like it’s normal.

CUPHEAD: “HE PUT A RAW EGG IN THE SMOOTHIE. That’s illegal.”

MUGMAN (shaking): “The beef moo’d at me.”

BENDY: “He eats like a ninja monk with a vendetta against flavor.”

MICKEY (sweating): “Guys. The rice is cold. The beef is cold. The salad is cold. I AM COLD.”

[BREAKFAST – FAILURE #2]

Everyone stares at the green smoothie with the raw egg floating like a ghost.

Cuphead takes one sip. “It tastes like regret and gym.”

Mugman pours his into a flowerpot. The flower dies instantly.

Mickey fakes a heart attack to escape the smoothie.

Bendy adds chocolate syrup. It curdles. He cries.

FELIX (stone cold): “Discipline is forged through sacrifice.”

[SNACK TIME – FAILURE #3] BORIS (filming): “He handed us a bowl of frozen berries and walnuts. I can’t feel my tongue.”

Cuphead tries to microwave the berries. Felix slaps the microwave shut with a celery stick. Mugman eats the entire bowl of walnuts and immediately regrets it. Mickey tries to swap his for a cheese stick. Bendy throws the frozen blueberries like bullets. One hits Cuphead in the eye.

[LUNCH – ABSOLUTE FAILURE]

Felix carefully places the blue beef on his plate, cuts it with surgical precision, and chews with the grace of a royal falcon.

CUPHEAD (whimpering): “It’s cold. It’s BLEEDING. I can hear it mooing in my brain.”

MUGMAN: “The rice is so cold it stuck to my soul.”

MICKEY (crying): “This seaweed wrap smells like the ocean owes me money.”

BENDY (filming himself): “Welcome to day 2 of my slow descent into raw madness. I just tried to cook the meat with my rage. It didn’t work.”

[DINNER – DESPAIR]

FELIX (still composed): “Zucchini noodles with lemon juice. Papaya salad. Coconut charcoal detox.”

CUPHEAD: “I’d rather eat Mugman’s socks.”

MUGMAN: “I already did.”

MICKEY (pale): “Charcoal is for barbecues. Not beverages.”

BENDY: “This coconut water tastes like it saw my browser history.”

[ENDING – THE AFTERMATH]

Everyone lies dramatically on the floor. Felix is doing yoga.

FELIX (smugly): “I feel energized. Clean. Invincible.”

BORIS (camera close-up, eyes dead): “I’ve never missed sugar so much in my life. I licked a jellybean off the sidewalk.”

CUPHEAD (delirious): “Felix is a god. A healthy, terrifying god.”

BONUS: Outtakes

MUGMAN: “This papaya is judging me.”

BENDY: “If I survive this, I’m eating deep-fried cheesecake for a month.”

FELIX (filming himself): “Day two. They are weak. They broke at the egg. Just as I predicted.”

part 1/ Part 3

[wordswithkittywitch]

You know what? Fuck it. Eleven years ago, I wrote this up to draw as a comic, but seeing as I haven't done that, I think it's safe to assume I won't. Here's the script:

Five holds a stick of celery in his mouth

Six grooms in a mirror

Dog Doctor Versus Cat Doctor

King of random planet: Did you just save my planet? Five: I am so sorry.

King of random planet: Will you please save my planet? Six: Your planet is populated entirely by inbred cretins.

Five circles his companions, jogging Five: One, two, three, one two three, that's good that's good…

Five nips Adric on the arm Five: Adric, keep up! Adric: Ow!

Six: Peri, I got you something. Peri: What is it? Six is dragging Shockeye's corpse behind him Six: Dead. … I think.

Five turns around three times Five sinks into a deck chair

Peri is asleep in bed Six flops on top of her

Five lies in bed asleep Five's leg starts twitching

Nyssa: What's he doing? Tegan: I think he's dreaming about chasing down the Master but I'm not sure…

Six touches Peri's nose Peri glares Six touches Peri's nose again

Tegan: Doctor, why are we running?! Five: I don't know, I just really like running!

Six is still lying on Peri's chest Six: Peri. Peri. Peri. You need to make breakfast. Peri: Why? Six: I set fire to the kitchen.

Turlough, Tegan, and five are having tea. Five is smelling Turlough with a serious expression on his face Tegan: That means he likes you. Or that you smell funny.

Six holding a bundle of fish in Peri’s face, a fishing pole in the other hand Peri has the face you would expect of Peri with dead fish in her face Six: Ungrateful wretch, see if I share my food with you again!

Five: Oh, hello me! It's so nice to meet me! Would I care to play a game of cricket? Six: If I don't stop breathing on me I will slap me so hard I will still feel it.

Six sings Six: La donne e mobile, qual piuma al a vento, muta d'accento, e di pensiero! Peri: Doctor, why are you doing that?

Six pulls Peri offscreen, loosening his tie Six: Good, you're here. Come with me.

[foxxxyana]

Hey you!

It’s fall and you’re probably thinking “damn I wanna make a hearty stew but I don’t have a recipe in mind maybe a cute girl could give me her recipe for beef stew and show hole while doing so?” Well I’m not showing hole for free but I do have a pretty damn good stew recipe that’ll make your holes quiver more than a chilly lot lizard at a truck stop Arby’s.

In some seriousness I made this a couple weeks ago, came a little eating it and I want to spread that seed of joy as much as I can this Mariah Carey season.

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Alright so here is a list of ingredients in very rough measurements

1 pound stew beef (could also be any fairly lean and cheap cuts of beef) cubed

1 cup of carrots chopped or whole baby carrots

One medium onion chopped (any variety is fine but I used yellow onions)

1 pound of red potatoes quartered (you can add another half pound if you love potatoes a Samwise Gamgee amount)

2 32 oz cartons of unsalted or lightly salted beef stock (+ maybe one smaller carton or jar of beef bone broth to add a bit more flavor or top off the pot if the stock doesn’t cover the ingredients fully)

Some all purpose flour like maybe a quarter cup if that

Finally some red wine vinegar

That’s it for the bulk items, you can add or subtract anything you want with something more your taste like celery instead of carrots or russet potatoes instead of reds. The world is your stew so get wet and have fun with it.

The spices are the key to this dish since it brings out a lot of the subtle flavors of each component

2 tsp Thyme

2 tsp Rosemary

1 tsp Tarragon

1/2 tsp red chili flake

1 tsp parsley

2 bay leaves

2 tsp black pepper and salt

Garlic (if using fresh garlic 2 cloves to start and if you want add another clove if using pre minced Jarlic use about 2 heaping tsps)

And finally the crucial ingredient. 1 and 1/2 tbsps Garam Masala. I used a pre made mix and this what it looks like and what spices it has exactly

If you can’t find this then get as many of this spices as you can and mix them together using the ratio of 2 tsp coriander, cardamom, cinnamon, and cumin, 1 and 1/2 tsps of black pepper and celery seed, then 1/2 tsp anise, allspice, clove, and salt, you can leave out the salt and pepper and just add a little bit more later on.

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Ok now that we have ingredients let’s slap this bitch together

On medium high heat with a tbsp of oil or butter brown the meat off in a large stock pot, you don’t want to cook it through just getting some color on all sides, if it starts to smell like burning turn the heat down a little and add more oil, if you add too much it could get watery and not brown the meat effectively. If that happens just drain as much of the liquid as you can into a separate container, just before you take it off the heat and it’s almost all browned then add a teaspoon and a half of garam masala and then keeping browning until it’s a good color then set aside

Next in the same pot add your chopped onions with a little butter or oil and cook til translucent and aromatic, then add another teaspoon and a half of garam masala along with the red chili flake and garlic to wake up those flavors in direct heat then turn the heat down to med low and add your flour, go slow with this little by little, we’re not making a roux or anything just trying to cook off the raw flour taste to help thicken the stew a little down the line, you don’t have to add all of the amount listed just enough until it start to thicken and coat the onions

Next add your beef back in and stir a little bit coating the beef in the onion and flour mixture and then add a couple splashes of red wine vinegar just enough to lift the flour off of the bottom of the pot, make sure to scrape all the onion and beef bits at the bottom of the pot off with a spoon or spatula before moving on from this step.

Next add your stock and other vegetables along with all the spices including the last 1 and 1/2 tsps of garam masala. The stock liquid should cover all the ingredients but if not, add in your reserved bone broth or rest of the beef stock if you used bone broth earlier.

Let it simmer on medium low heat for about 1 hour, though you can leave this on the stove for longer if you want the flavor a bit more concentrated but no more than 3 hours.

And there we go! Serve by itself or over mashed potatoes, and make sure to take out the bay leaves! You can’t eat them. Also if you want it a little thicker just add some cornstarch and water to a small measuring glass stir to combine then pour stirring it well into the stew though keep in mind once you add the cornstarch slurry you cannot keep it on the heat for more then 5 more minutes. Any longer and the cornstarch will turn more gummy and nobody wants that.

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Anyways here’s the only picture I took of the stew it may or may not be that flattering depending on how hungry you are.

Pictured is also a pot of garlic and sage mashed potatoes, I don’t have the energy to write that recipe down but if I get enough requests for it I’ll add it here.

Most importantly just have fun with it, if you want more hot spice throw it in, if you want more salty umami flavors add mushrooms or dark soy sauce, do whatever you want this stew is yours to customize as you please.

Anywho I hope you all enjoy my slutty slutty stew >:3

[into-ition]

There go my afternoon roux—it’s got that trinity in it plus minced garlic and a whole link of andouille

And here go my roux pot after the beans and the hocks went in. It’s cookin slow now, as slow as I can make it go, with the full monty in there: the trinity (onion bell pepper and celery), garlic, bay leaves, salt and pepper, Louisiana hot sauce, slap ya mama seasonin. In about an hour or two I’ll throw in a half a stick of butter and some more salt and pepper if I need to while that white rice is catching up to us

This here is the basic formula for a pot of red beans and rice that will let you strike pretty close to the country shacks and farmyards that will serve you a bowl of it that you can’t even fathom. Put some green onions on there when you through and make you some French bread to clean up your bowl with

[iravaid]

top 5 foods

Hiya!! I have what I believe to be a deeply basic taste in foods, shame! Anyways, these ended up being mostly recipes I cook on the reg :}

Honourable mention: tinned mackerel. just mackerel. Straight out of the can. Utensil optional. Ideally consumed in a ditch, somewhere, while raining

- Chicken Soup - I make everything but the stock from scratch, and even roast a chicken in the process. Whole works, celery, carrots, butter beans, onions, potatoes, peas; use the drippings to enhance the stock, slap garlic, paprika, basil, thyme, rosemary, oregano, and such in there. And I'm feeding myself for weeks 💅

- Gnocchi Pasta Bake - I love playing this game called 'did I add too much to this shallow baking dish'. I have yet to lose this game: gorgeously cheesy and I like to fry chicken thighs in fat as a protein. Add some spinach and peas. Mwah

- Massaman Curry from the local Thai place. I once finished a 3-hour exam in 2 because I read the clock wrong and thought I was running out of time. Wrote in a panicked stupor, stumbled out of the exam hall upon finished, ignored the fact everyone else was still sitting and writing, then went home and irdered a massive bowl of curry. Then passed out for the rest of the day 💅

- honestly maoam pinballs sing to me, buying a packet is dangerous because that thing gets Consumed in one sitting whether I like it or not. Maybe not the most foody food, but my fav sweet nonetheless

- my mom's salmon casserole, with ketchup :}