#Food and friends

[cronicasdeunafashionista]

[simply-sithel]

Was thrilled to once again be able to attend my friend's annual holiday cookie swap! Same friend had gifted my the most excellent of chocolate/candy mould for my birthday earlier this year-- skulls! And I'd earlier picked up a block of intricate flowers last trip to the baking store... so for the first time I actually poured chocolate rather than sugar!

Double boiled white chocolate chips, added a splash of peppermint flavoring, dusted flower moulds with edible pink dust, and chilled the molds in the freezer for 20 min after pouring. Popped out easy (except the bird skulls, which had a tendency to snap). My brownie molds are perfect for 1/2 batch of box brownie mix-- to which I added a smashed up candy cane. Love the way the chocolate melted onto the warm brownie, securing it in place. End results were probably one of my tastiest cookie swap contributions-- small, bite sized with a strong peppermint punch.

[brooklynislandgirl]

🥧 pie: let’s talk about food in your wip. are there any special recipes or traditional meals? do any of your OCs cook or bake?

Porch Talk || Accepting

Okay, hun, I'm gonna be honest. Beth cannot cook to save her life. It's almost like she has a permanent paradox flaw: kitchen-disaster. She can prep/chop/measure anything one needs like a champ, but once she applies any actual cooking method, whether she follows a recipe exactly or experiments? What comes out is...non edible on the scale of biological hazards. She cannot explain this or understand why it happens. Riley on the other hand, can walk by a Michelin star restaurant, glance at a menu or a dish, and walk away with something as good or better when he finally gets around to making it. He started cooking as a teenager, when Beth's mom left the family, and his dad was pulling duty aboard the USS Mercy. Something he'd snort about if it is ever brought up. Because of his background and growing up where he did, Riley has learned how to make traditional poi, and will sometimes, if Beth is having a hard time, pull out his wooden board and his basalt pestle and pound it by hand, so as to provide her with a 'taste of home'. He can bake, but he prefers cooking. In another life, I imagine he would have been an excellent celebrity chef.

Riley's Irish Stew recipe {{all measurements are US. If you need UK/European measurements, feel free to send me an ask.}}

Ingredients:

1 tablespoon butter 4 slices thick bacon, chopped 1/2 cup all purpose flour {I use King Arthur Unbleached AP} 2 lbs. lamb stew meat or beef chuck roast/stew meat, cut into 1 inch cubes 1 cup Alien stout or dry red wine {actual wine, not the 'cooking wine' they sell in the grocery section. Trust me on this.} 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar 1 tablespoon tomato paste 1 tablespoon minced fresh garlic 1 and 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt 1 teaspoon black pepper {2-3 if using fresh ground} Leaves of 2 sprigs of fresh thyme or 1 teaspoon dried/ground thyme 2 bay leaves 1/2 teaspoon paprika 2 1/2 cups beef broth or stock, plus more as needed 3 large onions, red or white, chopped 4 large carrots, peeled and chopped 2 lbs new potatoes, quartered, or use russets that have been peeled and large diced 2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley, plus extra for garnish ~*~ Instructions:

In a large oven-safe pot or Dutch oven, sauté bacon in butter over medium heat until crisp and browned (about 3-5 minutes). Remove bacon with a slotted spoon and set aside. Pat lamb (or beef) dry with a paper towel. Place the flour in a bowl or large Ziploc bag and season with about ½ teaspoon of kosher salt and ½ teaspoon of pepper. Add the meat and toss to coat well. Remove coated meat from the bowl and discard any extra flour. Sear meat in the butter/bacon fat until browned on all sides (about 5 minutes). Depending on the size of your pot, you may need to work in batches so that the meat can brown without overcrowding. Remove the meat from the pot and add the stout (or wine) and vinegar. Cook over medium-high heat, scraping the pan with a wooden spoon to loosen any browned bits. The browned bits and residue is called fond and it is beautiful. Add bacon and meat back to the pot, along with the tomato paste, garlic, remaining 1 teaspoon of kosher salt, remaining ½ teaspoon of pepper, thyme, bay leaf, paprika, and broth. Stir really well to completely combine. Bring to a boil; then reduce to a low simmer. Cover and cook, stirring occasionally, until the meat is tender, about 1 ½ hours. Add the onions and carrots and simmer, covered, for 20 minutes. Add the potatoes and simmer until vegetables are tender, about 30 minutes more. Add more broth at the end to thin the stew, if necessary. Discard bay leaf; stir in parsley, and season with salt and pepper, to taste. Ladle into bowls and serve with crusty bread fresh from the oven or you know, the cupboard you keep your regular bread in. Remember Turtle loves you. Garnish with additional fresh parsley, if desired.

Notes: If you don't have Alien stout, I mean...Guinness could work. It will only kill my soul but you do you, bunny. You can add mushrooms if you like but really why not ask me for my burgundy wine mushrooms instead?

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[t00thpasteface]

just found out that giant squid meat is chock fucking full of ammonium ions to increase buoyancy so they would taste fucking disgusting if you tried to make calamari out of them. i mean i wasn't planning on it but a girl can dream right? nobody talk to me

[carlyraejepsans]

[bet-on-me-13]

Sandwiches

So! Clark is a Kid, and he is making a sandwich, but the Ketchup he puts on it accidentally makes a Summoning Sigil.

He turns around to find a Glowing Eldritch Being floating behind him.

He stares at the Eldritch Beast.

The Eldritch Beast stares at him.

Clark wordlessly picks up 2 more slices of bread, makes a other sandwich, and offers it to Being.

It takes the Sandwich, looks at him, and smirks before saying, "Not bad." And disappearing.

The next day, Clark's parents told him that they were going to have an extremely bountiful Harvest that year, and that they would be able to pay off all of their remaining Debts, lifting all of the stress that he had seen them begin to accumulate over the years.

Later that week during the Party to celebrate their success, Clark sneaks away with a plate of Food, draws that same circle on his favorite Tree, and leaves the Plate of food alongside a note saying "Thanks!"

And thus was the start of an incredible, but rather strange, friendship.

(BTW I left the specific Ghost blank to play around with, cause maybe it wasn't Danny)

[rayne-is-a-basking-shark]

don't be afraid of sharks, be afraid FOR sharks :( 🦈

[meowiu]

hello kitty sushi ﹒ 𐙚 ˚ ﹒⟢

[fogmoo]

quick Kabru and Laios fanart 🌼^^

[adaki]

GIRLS NITE OUT >_< ((clockwork could not make it)) (wip)

[blakbonnet]

as an indian person, my favourite thing is seeing what people who aren't from here have done with my food; i'll go to an indian restaurant in a random corner of the world and they're putting oregano in their palak paneer or a balsamic wash on their naan and it's like "yes good tell me how you folded your culture into mine and came out with something new and lovely, we're holding hands across oceans bestie"

[dapper-lil-arts]

Happy pride from the changeling kingdom

[foldingfittedsheets]

My friend @supernovasolace has been sharing some stories from their partner G’s eating habits and each one is funnier than the last so I finally begged permission to write about it and they both agreed. His actual permission was: “I want you to make whatever art your heart desires. Get as weird with it as you want, give me a fever dream.” This man is so much funnier than I could ever be.

The first story shared with me was fairly innocuous. The couple likes to split up who gets the last crumblies in bags of treats. If they polish off a thing of chocolates one of them gets to tip the bag back and inhale the ghostly whispers of flavor left in the container.

But the item in question was one of those tubs of chocolate salted caramels from Costco.

“Can I finish this?” He asked.

“Go nuts,” they said.

It’s worth noting that N knew this was a terrible idea but it didn’t occur to them to warn him. They simply accepted that their partner wanted to take a face full of sea salt.

He threw back the container and was immediately assaulted get it with the massive granules of salt instead of the chocolate dust he’d been hoping for.

He coughed and choked while N started laughing hysterically and realized a moment too late that he didn’t think about the contents before tossing it back.

But today they shared another story. They were settled up in bed. He was making eye contact with N when he popped a catnip Greenie treat into his mouth. The horror, they informed me, was instantaneous.

“Worse than the caramel salt?” I asked.

“So much worse. Because he did this in a bizarre power play and committed way too hard to the bit.”

When I asked his motivation the sum of it was that he’d been compelled by forces outside his control. He simply obeyed the exhortations of his soul. As a result he stared into his partners soul as tears and regret filled his eyes with each crunch.

The best thing though was that apparently one day N came home to find G in the workshop. He was crouched over an array of M&M’s like a mad scientist, X-acto knife in hand. But he only had green and yellow on his operating table. He was carefully cutting each color in half and sticking yellow to green in a freakish Frankenstein of green and yellow candy coating.

According to N it was a not insignificant number of candies that had been surgically spliced together, an assembly line of confectionary madness.

When they asked what he was doing he informed them he was, “Making Sprite flavor.”