#Cookbook Master

[rollingtablesiguess]

Cookbook Rolling Table

Want to give your players a cookbook but can't decide on which one? Well, just roll a d10 and this table will do it for you! Each cookbook comes with a list of recipes. What the recipes may or may not do is up to you...

[duhmess]

falin and izutsumi would be such good friends... they would bond over irreversible beastkinhood and izutsumi would finally have a stable role model as she begins to explore her freedom

[exhausted-archivist]

Sorry to bring a life thing up, I had surgery today and it went great! But I'm going to be stuck in bed for a bit and being a responsible, good patient and take it easy. (I dunno why but I feel suspiciously too good). Anyways, please feel free to send me asks, give me things to catelogue, or just something to do in between the long hours of bed rest.

[ohmytomatoe]

HOMEMADE CREATIONS OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKZZZ 🍴🧂🧄

Creamy farfalle pasta with pancetta peas mushrooms and roasted garlic 🫛🥓

This turned into this - Cauliflower mashed pots

OPEN FACE tuna and Swiss on rye

Roasted garlic cloves for everything

Turkey taco with peppers onions and sour cream 🫑🧅

🍄 Scallops with farro and mushrooms

[star-jooch]

Just tried the Freddy Fudgebar brownies from the FNAF cookbook & they were most certainly splendid! They are definitely a repeat for me :3

We didn’t have the right pan, so they weren’t as thick as I would’ve liked. They were still very delicious!

[justapalspal]

Me when the thriftbooks has the fnaf cookbook for like $11……. Hngngngng

[bingbopboombam]

It wasn't just the halftime show. Maga is pissed at all the Black Americans celebrating. They've already compared the Black players of the Eagles (the team that Trump didn't want to win) to gorillas cuz Jalen Hurts triggered the racism/anti Black in them.

They are pissed the Black American woman Ledisi sung the Black national anthem Lift Every Voice and Sing. They're pissed the Black American man Jon Batiste sung America the Beautiful. They are pissed at Kendrick for dumbing his message down enough just to ruffle both Drake and Maga's feathers. They're pissed Serena Williams was crip walking after telling her for years to not act ghetto like that on the tennis courts. They're pissed an HBCU marching band Southern Jukebox performed reminding the public Black Americans had to build our own universities cuz anti Black rascists didnt want us. They're pissed Samuel Jackson was trying to police Kendrick's expression while dressed as Uncle Sam, mirroring what's always been going on in our politics.

Maga doesn't see Black Americans as Americans (or as human tbh) despite our spilled blood that built the White House, the Ivy League schools, and so much more the USA wants to erase. They still haven't paid reparations for non-consensually using Henrietta Lacks cells that pioneered modern medicine or for any of the descendants of slaves waiting for 40 acres and a mule.

The USA has hidden Slave Masters' cookbooks on how to eat Black Americans so we can't even bury our ancestors properly and book on how to make furniture out of Black Americans with our skin turned into leather/hair used as filling for pillows.

Edit: books that speak the truth about the cannibalism part since I've been called a liar. Also stop calling Kendrick Lamar a fae god, that is dehumanization/Anti Black/racist as he's stated many times he is a Black human being

[wearethepotemkin]

French Onion Soup or Soupe a l’Oignon Gratinee de Trois Gourmandes [Onion Soup Gratineed de Luxe] from Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child et al.

This is one of the expansion/escalation “serving ideas” Julia shares that starts with the regular Soupe a l’Oignon, but a gratin version of onion soup is generally what we consider French Onion Soup (in that if I ordered French Onion Soup in a restaurant and it did not come with beautifully browned ooey-gooey melted cheese and toast layered on top, I would, like, I don’t know, cry maybe, or just be real sad.*

Julia says

The onions for an onion soup need a long, slow cooking in butter and oil, then a long slow simmering in stock for them to develop the deep, rich flavor which characterizes a perfect brew. 43 

So that’s what we’re gonna do.

I’m doing all of this in my Dutch oven. While some of the versions of this soup can be served in individual pots, as a French Onion Soup bowl, you really can’t do this version easily that way as you have to mix in some final ingredients, an additional enrichment Julia calls the “final fillip.” And my 2-quart Corningware says it’s not broiler-safe, so I’m using the Dutch oven.

The way Julia stacks these recipes is confusing in the cookbook because of all the variations, but in broad strokes for this version:

1)    Caramelize the onions 2)    Make the Soup 3)    Make the croutes (Or stop here, see HINDSIGHT NOTE) 4)    Build the gratin 5)    Add the “final fillip” 

Go to the bottom for the full ingredient and equipment list. I’ll do this in stages here as it made the most sense to me. I’m not going to do this recipe like this again though, and I’ll put my thoughts and changes in sidebars and the “hindsight note” below.

1)    Caramelize the onions for the soup (allow 60-90 min):

1-1/2 lbs or about 5 cups of thinly sliced yellow onions 3 Tb butter 1 Tb oil 

1 tsp salt ¼ tsp sugar 

3 Tb flour

A heavy-bottomed, 4-quart (or larger) saucepan (or oven-safe Dutch oven).

Melt butter and oil in your saucepan over medium heat, add onions, then cover and cook for 15 minutes.

Uncover, lower heat as low as you can, add salt and sugar. Cook very gently for 60-90 minutes stirring occasionally for the first 45, then every 5-10 minutes until onions have reached a rich deep brown. Less time means slightly higher heat, but also watch more closely and stir more often. Be warned.**

Sprinkle in flour and stir for 3 minutes.

2)    Make the soup

Add all of the following to your onions:

Sidebar: I think this needs thyme. Add a large sprig or three here, and fish out before you build your gratin. Don’t gotta, but I will next time.

2 quarts boiling brown stock ½ cup dry white wine or dry white vermouth Salt and pepper to taste 

Add 1-2 ladlefuls of your stock to your onions, deglazing the pan, scraping up all the fond that has accumulated on the bottom and loosening your onion and flour mixture. Then pour in the rest of your boiling stock and add the white wine to your onions.

Simmer, partially covered for 30-40 min. Taste for seasoning.

You can stop right here and just eat this and it’s delicious onion soup. Or… You can add 3T of cognac before serving and it’s delicious onion soup with cognac in it. Or…

3)    Make the croutes:

12-16 slices French bread, cut 3/4” – 1” thick Olive oil or beef drippings 1 cut clove of garlic

Sidebar: OK JULIA, STOP RIGHT THERE! We’re talking about 24-32 teaspoons of olive oil!!?? So 8-10+ Tablespoons. That’s 4-5 oz of olive oil!? Half a cup of olive oil?! For the toast?! The toast I’m gonna smother in cheese?

Sweet Charlie Brown!

I’m using way less, and you have my permission to do so as well, or put half a cup of olive oil on your bread, that’s fine, too. Do you.

Also, is the garlic rubbing strictly necessary? Probably not.

Preheat oven to 325-degrees. Place the bread in one layer in a roasting pan or on a baking sheet for 15 minutes (the bread will be in the oven for 30 minutes total, but you’re going to remove halfway through to brush with olive oil). Remove bread and then “each side may be basted with a teaspoon of olive oil or beef drippings” (44).

Bake 15 more minutes after your generous or otherwise “basting.”

Remove from oven, and rub each piece with garlic.

HINDSIGHT NOTE: Next time I make this, I’m going to stop here and proceed differently. I won’t gratin the dish at all. I’ll make the croutes as below, but broil briefly with the cheese to melt it on top of the bread on the baking tray, then serve the toast with the melted cheese atop the soup in each individual serving bowl.

If you are serving this for a party, and intend to serve all of it, go ahead and continue as Julia instructs. But here’s the thing: you have to sneak under the crust you make in step 4 to add the ingredients in step 5, but my crust didn’t “lift” that easily to allow me to add the final slurry of ingredients, and those ingredients include cornstarch, which thickens the soup quite a bit, and the bread soaks the soup up quite a bit, so it’s not conducive to leftovers like this. And it’s a lot of bread for this soup. (We had leftover bread with no accompanying soup to have it with.)

I would add the cognac and Worcestershire from step 5 here! (Don’t bother with egg and cornstarch—the soup is thick enough!) Make as many croutes as I intend to serve now, melt the cheese on top of them in the broiler, and add the now ooey-gooey toast to the top of the soup at serving time.

ALSO, next time I’ll double the soup recipe to just have leftover Onion Soup. Once you’re spending 3 hours making soup you may as well be able to have some for lunch or dinner the next day. Make it 3 lbs onions, and 4 quarts stock, or 2 quarts and a bottle of red wine. And you can always melt more cheese on toast to serve the next day. Or just eat delicious onion soup.

This is your make ahead point. You can set the soup and croutes aside here until ready to serve.

You can add cognac here, and just put the bread in the bottom of bowls and serve your onion soup just ladled over the top of it just like this and pass some grated cheese around the table. Or…

4)    Build the gratin:

Fireproof tureen, ovenproof casserole, or Dutch oven (needs to be able to be put under the broiler, not just in the oven)

Onion soup you made 1 T grated raw onion 2 oz Swiss cheese cut into very thin slivers 12-16 croutes you made 1-1/2 cups grated Swiss cheese, or a mixture of Swiss and Parmesan 1 Tb olive oil or melted butter

Preheat oven to 325-degrees. Bring the onion soup back up to a boil. Stir in the grated onion and the slivered cheese (super doesn’t matter if it’s slivered—it can just be grated like the rest of the cheese).

Float the croutes on top, and cover with the grated cheese. Sprinkle with the oil or melted butter.

Bake for 20 minutes, then remove, and preheat broiler, and broil 2 minutes more.

You can serve the soup now just like this or…

5)    The “final fillip” (45) aka that which makes it Onion Soup Gratineed de Luxe (and not just Gratineed)

A 2-quart bowl 1 tsp cornstarch 1 egg yolk 1 tsp Worcestershire sauce 3 Tb cognac 

Sidebar: This was not that easy, the lifting the crust part. Maybe I didn’t toast my bread enough, because it stated soaking up the soup almost immediately. And this really thickened the soup quite a bit because of the cornstarch. Next time I’m just going to try to stir in the cognac and Worcestershire sauce by themselves right before serving, and add the toast as described above. 

Combine cornstarch, egg yolk, Worcestershire sauce and cognac into the bowl, and whisk to combine. Just before serving the soup, lift up an edge of the crust with a carving fork, remove a ladleful of soup, and add to the egg mixture. Whisk together to combine, then add a couple more ladlefuls of soup. Stir together, then pour back into the soup under the crust, stir to combine, and serve.

* I started by saying I would throw it on the ground and walk out, but I’ve never so much as sent food back at a restaurant. Even when I got a beef burger when I was a vegetarian and I know I ordered a veggie burger, I just told the concerned waiter who was wondering why I was looking at my food all sad and shit that I just realized I was really full and I asked for a to-go container to take it home where I threw it away and made buttered noodles or like Morningstar Farms “chicken” nuggets or something.

**I disagree with Julia here on heat and timing. Julia says moderate heat for 30-40 minutes for the onions after the initial covered 15 minutes. You can get some decent color this way and much faster than my method, but it’s far too easy to burn your onions as you really need to stir CONSTANTLY at this kind of heat. And you cried too hard to slice a pound and a half of onions to ruin them now. So: Cook covered on moderate heat with butter and oil for 15 minutes, uncover, and just turn your burner down low, stir occasionally for the first 45 minutes, and then set yourself a timer for every 10 minutes to stir, scrape up the little browned bits and fond that accumulate at the bottom. When it starts getting close, you’ll want to stir every 5 minutes so they don’t start to get frizzled. Just take it the fuck easy on the heat. It’s a rainy day soup for a reason. Let it take some time.

Soupe Gratinee des Trois Gourmandes [Onion Soup Gratineed de Luxe] from Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child et al.

Ingredients

to make Soupe a l’Oignon [Onion Soup]

1-1/2 lbs or about 5 cups of thinly sliced yellow onions 3 Tb butter 1 Tb oil  1 tsp salt ¼ tsp sugar 3 Tb flour 2 quarts boiling brown stock ½ cup dry white wine or dry white vermouth Salt and pepper to taste 

to make Croutes [hard toasted French bread]

12-16 slices French bread, cut 3/4” – 1” thick Olive oil or beef drippings 1 cut clove of garlic

to make Onion Soup Gratineed with Cheese

The onion soup you made 1 T grated raw onion 2 oz Swiss cheese cut into very thin slivers 12-16 croutes you made 1-1/2 cups grated Swiss cheese, or a mixture of Swiss and Parmesan 1 Tb olive oil or melted butter 

to make Onion Soup Gratineed de Luxe

1 tsp cornstarch 1 egg yolk 1 tsp Worcestershire sauce 3 Tb cognac

Equipment

A heavy-bottomed, 4-quart (or larger) saucepan (or oven-safe Dutch oven) Cookie sheet or sheet cake pan A wire whisk A soup ladle A serving fork A 2 quart bowl A wooden spatula or flat edge spoon  

Citation

Child, Julia, Louisette Bertholle, and Simone Beck. Mastering the Art of French Cooking. 1961. 40th Anniversary ed., Knopf, 2009.

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[kindleebookwriter]

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[hassiegfrieddoneanythingwrong]

Day 295: As an apology to what happened yesterday, Master got several European cookbooks (one or two from each country except England) and is currently trying a few of them out in the kitchen.

Bad news: Karna is in there with them.

Good news: He's only a taste tester.

[calsbbyapple]

LADS men when you deny them a kiss

pairing: Xavier x fem!reader, Zayne x fem!reader, Rafayel x fem!reader, Sylus x fem!reader, Caleb x fem!reader (established relationship)

A/N: not proofread, slightly suggestive in Sylus and Rafayel's parts (only a smidge)

Enjoy!

✧. ┊ Xavier ┊ .✧

"Xavi, the recipe stated one teaspoon. That's not a teaspoon."

"Aren't they all the same....?"

You sigh, holding back the urge to laugh as you eye him from across the counter. It was a regular Saturday morning, and Xavier had insisted on finally conquering the one area he seemed to not have mastered yet; the kitchen. You, being a fairly decent cook, had been a good sport about it and had pulled out the old cookbooks you had gotten from Grandma as a basis to start from.

Which led to the two of you here: you holding the cookbook, a recipe for bread open, while Xavier stood across from you, a dejected look on his face and covered from head to toe in various patches of flour. It was everywhere. In his hair, on his face, on the apron you had wrestled on him despite his insistence that he did not need it.

"If I could just-" you start, only to be interrupted by him again. "No. I need to do this alone. I will master this bread, one way or the other." The determination in his eyes almost made you break, but you powered through the strongest urge to smile. You couldn't break down his esteem, not when he looked so genuinely determined.

An hour passed, and soon, one hour became two.

"This is madness. How is a simple thing like bread so difficult to make?" Xavier muttered to himself, a touch of helplessness evident in his calm voice while he inspected the lump he had just pulled out of the oven in front of him. It was gloppy on one side, hard as a brick on the other.

"Xavi, we're out of flour now." You told him and he pouted, he pouted at you, looking so much like a kicked puppy that you absolutely could not stop yourself anymore. You burst into laughter, shaking your head. "Your determination is admirable, babe."

He huffed and muttered something under his breath, only to watch as you laughed, a small smile quirking on his lips. Still giggling, you pick up a wet cloth and move closer to him, starting to wipe off the flour from his face. His large hands automatically found their way on your waist, holding you as he watched the way your expression looked so relaxed and happy around him.

Out of impulse, (or maybe it was muscle memory) he leaned in, intending to kiss you gently. Only for his small trek to be interrupted by your hand slapping on his puckered lips. "You're full of flour right now, Xavi." You laughed and his eyebrows furrowed in a frown.

"Starlight, let me kiss you." He huffed, trying to close the distance once more, only to grumble when you stop him once more.

Abruptly, he pulled away and grabbed the cloth from your hand. Within the next few seconds, he rigorously wiped his face off until it was almost tinged red and, thankfully, void of even a speck of flour.

Crowding you against the counter, he held your chin to make you look up at him. "There, I'm all clean now. Happy? Now give me my kiss."

This time when he leaned in, you didn't pull back. Your lips connected in a sweet kiss, before he pulled away and peppered your face with soft kisses, kisses that made you giggle and clutch his collar tighter.

"I love you, my starlight. Thank you for being so patient with me." He murmured in between the feathery kisses and you beam up at him, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I love you too, Xavier. Even if you can't cook to save your life."

"Hey, I tried."

✧. ┊ Zayne ┊ .✧

The sunlight peeking through the gaps in the curtains was the first thing you saw when you woke up on a usual weekday morning. Stretching your arms out, you heard the muted sound of the shower running in the bathroom as you slowly sat up, your hair defying all rules of gravity as it stuck in every direction possible.

The sheets were rumbled beside you, and you leaned down to take a whiff of the scent clinging on the pillowcase, a warm feeling blooming inside you when you noticed the soft hint of cologne, a scent most undeniably like the man who was currently taking a shower.

Speak of the devil, and he shall arrive. Just as that thought entered your mind, the door to the bathroom opened and steam billowed out like a mushroom cloud from the doorway. Right after it, Zayne walked out, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Looking over at the bed, surprise flooded his features for a moment before he smiled slightly at you, a silent greeting as he came closer to you, sitting down on the bed next to your adorable, sleep hazed self.

"Good morning, my love. You're up early today." His voice was low and soothing, making you sigh in contentment, nuzzling in the hand that came up to brush your bangs out of your face and caress your cheek. "You have work...?" You ask with a small yawn and Zayne's lips twitched more in a smile, nodding.

"I do. I should be getting ready now." He muttered, leaning over to press his lips to yours in a sweet, good morning gesture. However, before he could come any closer, your hands flew up and covered your mouth, shaking your head wide eyed.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." You explain in answer to his confused and slightly concerned expression. Upon your explanation, he chuckled softly and shook his head. "I'm about to leave for a 24 hour surgery and you won't even let me kiss you because of something that doesn't even bother me? That's not very nice of you, dearest."

With that, he pulled your hands away from your mouth and swiftly leaned in, capturing your lips with his before you could retaliate. "Zaynie-" your protests are swallowed by his lips, and by the time he pulled away, you were winded and completely out of breath.

"That's my girl. Perfect in every way possible."

✧. ┊ Rafayel ┊ .✧

You sighed in boredom as you scrolled past yet another reel on your phone where couples are being lovely with each other. It wasn't fair, knowing that Rafayel was too busy to give you much attention today. His latest art exhibition was just around the corner, and for once, Rafayel was stressed about getting every painting perfect. Which meant that he was cooped up in his studio like a(n adorable) hermit, hunched over yet another easel while you were sprawled out on your boyfriend's incredibly cushy bed, a permanent scowl on your face.

Just as you were about to throw your phone at the wall in frustration and boredom, you came across a reel that caught your attention. 'Pranking my boyfriend by denying his kisses', the caption immediately caught your attention, and you watched the reel with rapt interest.

The girl explained how her boyfriend had not been giving her any attention due to his gaming addiction ("Amen, sister." You mutter, thinking about Rafayel's obsession with his artwork right now.) hence she was punishing him by pranking him and denying his kisses. The next few seconds, you watched as the boyfriend slowly unraveled into a mess, his game forgotten as he tried to kiss his girlfriend. Once the video ended, with the couple kissing and laughing, you had made up your mind.

Getting up, you tossed your phone on the bed and made your way towards the studio, where you could hear faint noises coming. "No, Thomas, I can't just 'speed things up'. This is art, you can't speed up art." Rafayel's snappish voice filled the hallway as you opened the door and entered the studio.

Rafayel was, for a lack of a better word, a mess. There was paint in his hair, on his cheek, on his shirt, and even on his pants. His posture was so bad at that moment, it made you internally sigh as you eyed how he was hunched over the easel like a turtle. His eyes were fiery with frustration and determination, his strokes on the painting firm and deliberate.

"Thomas, quit whining, or else I'll find someone else to be my exhibitionist." Rafayel was still talking on the phone, his eyes turning to find yours once he heard your footsteps coming closer. He passed you a small smile of greeting before it dropped in offense at something Thomas said on the other end. "Excuse me? The hell you mean, 'if I find someone else who can tolerate my theatrics'?"

You sit down on the couch in front of him, hiding a mischievous smile. Did you feel bad about what you were about to do? Absolutely. But will you let that stop you from doing it? Hell no. Finally, after much squabbling on both sides, Rafayel finally cut the call and placed his phone on the table beside him, turning to you and opening his arms for you. "Hey cutie, sorry for the chaos."

You get up and make your way towards him, letting him wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. Rafayel sighed dramatically, as if the mere notion of hugging you had filled him up with the energy he needed. "Missed my pretty girl." He murmured, leaning in to press his lips to yours, his eyes already fluttering close.

However, he opened them again in confusion when instead of feeling the soft plushness of your lips against his, he felt the softness of your cheek. "Huh? What's wrong?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing as he tried kissing you once more, only for his lips to land on your other cheek. "Cutie." He whined, trying once more and scowling when his lips met your nose this time.

"Are you angry at me? I'm sorry, I know I should've taken a break sooner." He tried in vain once more to kiss your lips, both of you almost leaning out of the stool he was sitting on. Letting out a frustrated sound when you denied his kiss once more, he sighed dramatically.

"This is it. My time has come. What is the point of making this artwork when the love of my life won't even kiss me? My reason for living has been taken from me. I must destroy this painting now, to avenge the love I once had, the love I lost."

You finally could not bear it any longer when Rafayel picked up his brush once more with the intent of not just destroying his artwork, but also giving poor Thomas a heart attack. "Raffie, stop, it was a prank." You burst out laughing, holding his hand to prevent him from ruining the painting.

"A prank? A prank? Oh, you menace." Rafayel grinned mischievously as he dropped the paintbrush on the holder, using his now free hand to squeeze your cheeks and peppering dramatic little pecks on your lips. You laughed in between the pecks, squirming in his arms before he pressed a long, firm kiss on your lips.

"Don't think this is over, cutie. Let this exhibition pass, then I'll show you what happens to pretty girls who prank their poor boyfriends."

✧. ┊ Sylus ┊ .✧

"Come on, Kitten, I know you can do better than that."

"Is that the best you got? How disappointing."

"Just a few more minutes, you can take it. I know you can."

You sighed in frustration, shooting Sylus the best glare you could muster as he dodged past yet another attack you had landed on him in the boxing ring. The annual Hunter's Association Olympics, an Olympics setting training competition that your workplace held every year, was just around the corner and you had decided to ask Sylus, your boyfriend's help to prepare for it.

Sylus, always loving a challenge, especially when it came to you, agreed without a second's hesitation and now, here were the two of you, sparring in the middle of the large boxing ring in his personal gym.

Both of you were sweating like pigs, and the muscles in your arms were burning from overexertion by now. But, you refused to yield to him, the competitive part of you refused to kneel. "You could do me a favor and shut your pretty mouth." You called out as you threw your entire weight in the punch aimed at his abdomen, whining in protest when he caught your hand easily.

A rich chuckle escaped his lips and he smirked down at you, looking so damn cocky and so fine. "So, you think I'm pretty, Kitten?" He drawled out as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. Despite your frustration, a flush grew on your face at his words and his antics.

"you're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot, Sweetie."

The back and forth continued for another few minutes, Sylus dodging your attacks before he noticed that you were getting worked up past your limit by now. "Alright, that's enough for now. Break time." He said, holding your fists to stop you.

Panting from exertion, you watched as he pressed a button and not even a minute later, Luke and Kieran burst into the room, flanked with electrolytes and post workout snacks. "Hey boss lady, we got you your favorites." Luke's excitement had you grinning back at him as you walked over, instantly grabbing a bag of the snacks you liked the best.

Sylus followed you, his steps calm and measured despite how winded he looked as well. Grabbing a bottle of electrolytes, he cracked open the cap and gulped nearly half the bottle in one go.

"Sy, my arms hurt now. It's all your fault." You whined from his side and he chuckled, sitting down on the floor and pulling you into his lap. "Well then, let's get that sorted out, shall we?" He muttered, starting to massage your aching muscles.

A soft sigh escaped your lips from contentment, and you laid your head on his shoulder, watching him peacefully. "Good kitten." He murmured, pressing a kiss on your forehead. Soon, the forehead kiss became a kiss on your eyelids, then your cheeks, and finally, just as they were hovering over your lips, you pulled your head back.

"You stink, Sy. And this is punishment for not letting me win the training."

Sylus's face betrayed his confusion before it morphed into slight exasperation. "Sweetie, don't be stubborn." He tried to kiss you again, only to be intercepted once more. Well then, two could play this game, he thought as he eyed your sly grin.

Before you could realize what was happening, his large hand cradled your jaw and pulled your face closer to him firmly, pressing his lips to yours in a firm, toe-curling kiss. By the time he pulled away, you looked slightly dazed, clutching onto his shirt. But, he wasn't done yet.

You were still processing the kiss before he got up, using only one arm to toss you over his shoulder like a (very cute) sack of potatoes.

"Looks like Kitten needs another training, in the bedroom this time."

"Sylus!"

His chuckles and your squeals filled the quiet corridors of his home as he walked with you to his bedroom.

✧. ┊ Caleb ┊ .✧

It was one of the rare days when Caleb was home from the Deepspace Tunnel, when he was not chronically stressed about missions or Fleet politics.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, both you and Caleb had decided to do a bit of spring cleaning around the house. Old books, broken trinkets from the past, clothes you both no longer fit inside, soon enough the pile in the living room grew into a mini mountain.

Right as you were folding up the rest of the clothes to put away in the cupboard, Caleb came running in the room, a silly grin on his face and a familiar box in his hand.

"Pips, wanna see if you're still as bad at this as you were the last time we played this?"

You shoot him a playful glare, eyeing the box in his hand. Kitty cards, you couldn't even remember the last time you had played them.

"Watch me hand your ass to you, Cal."

An hour later..

You should be used to it by now.

Yet, it still made your jaw drop when Caleb, your absolute sweetheart of a boyfriend, became a beast whenever you were playing kitty cards.

"Annd, that's another win in my pile." He grinned triumphantly as he counted his points while you stared at him in stunned silence.

3-0

That's how bad you had lost this time. No amount of bribes, cuteness or even threats had deterred Caleb from winning.

"You-! Oh, this is so unfair! I'm not going to play with you anymore." You whined, and Caleb laughed. "Sorry, honey. A game's a game." He grinned and your bottom lip jutted out involuntarily in a pouty scowl.

Noticing your expression, he chuckled as he came over, ruffling your hair. "I thought you were going to 'hand my ass' to me? This is why you shouldn't challenge me, pipsqueak."

You huffed and turned away from him, stubbornly running your fingers through your hair to smooth it out. Caleb chuckled, skirting you to come and stand in front of you.

"Honey, are you upset cause I won? But last time, you got mad at me cause I let you win."

His hands found your cheeks, thumbs caressing your cheekbones as he tilted your face up. He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly. "My beautiful girl." He whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

However, you turned your head right in time, making him kiss your cheek instead. "You're forgetting something." You stated and he blinked before his lips quirked in a smile.

"Please let me kiss you, honey?" He coaxed, leaning in once more, only to have you moving your head again. "Pips, why are you torturing me, babe?" His tone turned slightly whiney but you stayed rigid. "Caleb, think hard about what you are forgetting about."

His confusion cleared after a moment's realization and he scoffed playfully. "Seriously?" He asked and you nodded, solemn as a rock.

Letting out a long sigh, he let his head hang for a moment before lifting it to look at you with a look that told you that if you weren't the only person he loved, he would've never done this in a million years.

"Pipsqueak, the love of my life, my darling. My princess, my one and only lady. You are eternally better than me at everything, and I'm nothing but a big fat cheater and that's how I won."

You knew exactly what you were doing. Caleb was extremely competitive, and this was your punishment for him whenever he acted too cocky about his victory. And by the way his eyebrow was twitching, you knew it was working.

"Can I please get my kiss now?" He insisted and you finally relented, satisfied by his actions. Opening your arms, you didn't even get the chance to give your verbal approval before he was tackling you to the couch, pressing a firm kiss on your lips.

"You're so lucky I love you more than life itself."

[yigaclanhouse]

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[eleanorpowers]

Jean retiring from exy by 30, his body throughly worn through by the sport and his time in the nest. Spending hours in the garden and bringing in fresh produce to be turned into masterful dishes. Taking their dogs on runs when Jeremy is at practice. Writing a cookbook, and thousands upon thousands of his adoring fans buying it. Him and Jeremy growing beards and getting sponsored by beard care products. Jean, a patron of the arts, at every gallery reception and with dozens of original pieces in his home. Bringing flowers home for Jeremy. Still going to therapy and now physical therapy, and it’s still exhausting, and Jeremy welcomes him home with hugs and kisses and rubs his shoulders till they aren’t so tense. Watching movies in the evening, and getting interrupted by the dogs when they’re having sex. Kissing Jeremy goodnight, and holding him while they fall asleep.

Jean, retiring, and living a life he never thought he’d have, and it’s messy and hard and uncomfortable and it’s also filled to the brim with things and people he loves.

[realchefv]

Stuffed Sweet Potatoes with Black Beans and Quinoa

Ingredients 

For the Sweet Potatoes

6 small sweet potatoes about 8 ounces each

1/3 cup quinoa or 1 cup leftover cooked quinoa

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 small yellow onion diced

1 small red bell pepper diced

1 jalapeno cored, seeded, and finely chopped

1/2 teaspoon kosher salt

2 cloves garlic minced (about 2 teaspoons)

2 teaspoons chili powder

1 1/2 teaspoons smoked paprika

1/2 teaspoon ground cumin

1 (15-ounce) can low-sodium black beans rinsed and drained

1/2 cup nonfat plain Greek yogurt

2 tablespoons freshly squeezed lime juice from about 1 lime

1 cup shredded Monterey jack, pepper jack, or cheddar cheese divided

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Instructions 

Step 1. Bake the sweet potatoes: Place a rack in the center of your oven and preheat to 400 degrees F. Line a rimmed baking sheet with foil for easy cleanup. Scrub the sweet potatoes and pat dry. Prick the outsides all over with the tines of a fork. Place on the prepared baking sheet and bake until fork tender, about 45 minutes to 1 hour, depending on size. Remove from the oven and let rest until cool enough to handle. Leave the oven turned on.

Step 2. Meanwhile, cook the quinoa according to package instructions. You should have about 1 cup cooked total. Set aside.

Step 3. While the sweet potatoes bake and the quinoa cooks, prepare the filling. Heat the olive oil in a large, deep nonstick skillet over medium. Add the onion, bell pepper, jalapeno, and salt. Cook until the vegetables soften and the onion begins to brown, about 8 minutes. Add the garlic, chili powder, smoked paprika, and cumin. Stir to coat the vegetables in the spices, then cook until the spices are fragrant, about 30 seconds. Stir in the black beans and quinoa. Remove from the heat. Stir in the Greek yogurt, lime juice, and 1/2 cup cheese. Taste and adjust the seasonings as desired.

Step 4. Once the baked sweet potatoes are cool enough to handle, make a slit in the top. With a fork, open the split and lightly fluff the insides to make space for the toppings. Place the sweet potatoes back on the baking sheet, then stuff with the quinoa–black bean mixture (you will have about 1/2 cup filling per potato). Sprinkle the remaining cheese over the top, then return the sweet potatoes to the oven. Cook until the filling is heated through and the cheese melts, about 5 minutes. Enjoy hot, sprinkled with toppings of choice.

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