#Food critics

[khepiari]

After watching food documentaries entire week.

I have concluded: “Umami” is the word “Karma” of fancy food talk.

[santinoelliott]

Sandwich - Deviled Ham Broiled Sandwiches A tasty deviled ham mixed with cream cheese and mushrooms, spread on French bread slices and broiled. A very quick and easy appetizer that is always sure to please.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Market based mistakes.

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[stellabyystarlight]

Rookvil fanart i made for a contest with the theme "love", unfortunately i lost but i suuuuper love how it came out so i wanna share it here hehe 🫶

[blorbologist]

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I bought two eSims for gazaeSims, and look at this absolutely GORGEOUS Perc'ahlia doodle @jadequarze made at my request! 💕

She's doing an incredible thing in offering doodles in exchange for proof of donations for Palestine! If you were hesitant to donate, Jade has links to a few good sources. It's so easy to offer help - and to get a beautiful doodle of your OTP or OC in return!

More info on where to donate + how to send proof here!

Happy She Wear He Coat day! Free Palestine! 🇵🇸

[yashley]

I feel like if she's telling me so strongly to stay away from it, I don't trust her anymore.

[leafspiritz]

sometimes a family is you, your scary girlfriend, her rat-bird-son, and her terrible mangled hell-hound that comes from the depths of her soul 💜

[mrsackermannx]

chef!sukuna who’s still lower in the rank than he wants to be, but so close to being a sous. tonight is his night to do the night’s special dish, finally. he earned this. he knew that if the head chef just let him, he could create the best dish ever served at this damn place.

so, he does just that.

he’s immediately scolded, the dish uses too many ingredients, the head says. too much to prepare. too ambitious. even though he used all of the left over ingredients from the menu’s usuals. 0% waste, 0% additional cost.

sukuna curses, taking a deeper drag of his cigarette. “make sure no table gets that shit,” he hears, with his fists clenching at his sides. ill go to the gym after this, he thinks, yeah, punch the fuck out of that bag.

it turns out that only table 8 has the dish, your table. the server messed up and now they’re crying in the back to the porter because they’ve been fired on the spot. “i told you not to fucking take it! have you never done expo-“

sukuna stalks calmly to the shaking waiter, “show me table eight-“ he sighs, levelling the head chef with a glare, sukuna was much larger, much stronger than him, difference in rank or not. he stood down, stalking down the other side of the kitchen with a huff. “ignore him, i wanna see who’s eating my dish, come on, let’s go.”

a reassuring pat to the shoulder from sukuna was almost enough to make him cry even more. sukuna kind of hated everyone.

“just there, chef. the couple, bedside the pillar on the left…its um…her, chef.” he grins, watching how transfixed the normally gruff man is, “your girl heh heh.”

“shut up,” he says, but he smiles a little.

he watches you, sat opposite some guy you hardly look interested in, you’re beautiful, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, as always, his eyes are drawn to you, no other woman could compare.

he watches you slice through his dish, the fork at your lips, as soon as it reaches your mouth you make a noise of such rapture, a sudden quiet falls upon the floor of the restaurant.

it’s almost weird how heat rushes low at the sight and the sound, he can’t remember the last time anyone else fired him up like this. he never took himself to have any kind of food fetish, either. yet watching you eat his dishes always seems to be an erotic exchange he never anticipates.

“oh…him? think they’re married?”

“i don’t think so.”

that man seems to hiss at you, eyes on his watch, barely touching his dish. “i wanted pizza downtown, god.”

you shake your hand in dismissal, shoving another forkful in your mouth. “i wanted this, i always want this.”

sukuna let’s out a breathy fuck, and the server practically faints.

no one was immune to sukuna’s charm, then, it seemed.

“oh, fuck, table 7 saw me. fuck, chef ive already been fire-“

“go and give them a reason not to fire you. go, go to your table kid, it’s still yours, right?”

the table beside you seems to have called him over, asking for the same dish you seem to believe has came from heaven, telling anybody who asks.

sukuna can’t help but enjoy the lively affair, as the restaurant manager tries to explain over and over to more and more tables that the chef special has been cancelled. oh, how he loved this little bit of chaos.

“why?” your voice clatters through the cacophony like a piece of silverware on crockery. “this dish is phenomenal, the best ive ever eaten here and in this city, in this country-“

“miss-“

“taste it! can you not taste the hard work? the thought? its the best thing ive ever eaten. the chef who made this has impeccable taste and talent.”

your laughter rings through the place at your partners embarrassment. sukuna is about to pry himself away and head back into the kitchen, leaning on the side of the bar and then…your eyes meet, another forkful is waiting before those glossed lips. another sweet sound of joy rings through the air.

now you see him, huh?

your smile is sweeter than agave, “it’s you.”

your words are lost on everyone around you, but to sukuna he hears them as if you whispered them right against his ear.

sukuna was a tall, broad, and unquestionably handsome man, unmissable out of his chef whites, invisible in them, somehow. obscured by the ambient lighting of the restaurant.

you near him, like a moth to a flame, a sensual air to the way your hips flick toward him. “you-“

the head chef storms through to the restaurant floor, the door slamming you both into the corresponding wall. his large arms wrap around you, his hand cups the back of your head.

he slowly retracts his hand, and your chest rises as you resist the urge to press your cheekbone into his palm, “are you okay?”

his voice is deep and addicting, dark and dripping down your throat.

you’re beaming at him, like he’s an angel, like he’s somebody you already adore. he gifts you a lover’s laugh, “you seem to be the only satisfied person in the building tonight.”

“seems like you’ve satisfied me sir.” you wink, still letting his aura press you into the wall, he cages you in with his arms.

“oh?”

“last thursday. that soup, you made it, didn’t you…?”

“sukuna,” he answers for you, “maybe.”

“seafood special last month?”

“yes, and your name?”

for some reason he’s out of breath, you’re so close, so fancy in your silk dress, clad in jewellery that sparkles even under these dimmed lights. “reader, you…you’re a genius.”

“so you came to thank me personally?” he leans closer, swiping sauce from the corner of your lip. it lingers on his thumb, his eyes chase yours as he licks it. “how sweet of you.”

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

The Brennan Lee Mulligan Almond Rant - Critical Role Animated

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digital illustration of Orym from Critical Role. He is visible from the waist up, wearing modern style clothing, including a green crop top with a simple design of clouds on it and dangly sword earrings. He is also wearing a friendship bracelet that is blue and two different shades of green. He is eating a blue ice lolly and his nails are painted the same green as his shirt. End description.]

It's been legitimately warm where I live lately so it's time for deeply self indulgent seasonal art of my favourite guy

[genericpuff]

lmao rachel that would all be well and good... if that was actually hades and persephone 💀😭

that's really the smoking gun here that rachel is 1.) always drawing H x P smut by default and can just put things in black and grey to make it look like any other character 2.) all of her characters suffer from so much same face syndrome that even she can't tell them apart and 3.) rachel doesn't even read her own comic anymore

[khepiari]

Food Critics in every documentary!

No one.

Absolutely no one.

None but Food Critics explaining about a Chef’s work or the chef’s life in every other OTT docuseries/documentaries:

“Explosion of flavours.”

“Intensity of taste.”

“Every element created a story on plate.”

“Umami.”

“The essence of geography.”

“What they are doing is a stroke of genius.”

“Sublime.”

“Playful and creative.”

Tch people have a limited vocabulary.

[heroes-feasting]

haven’t seen this posted here yet

the ‘dragons’ part of dnd got me interested originally, but it was the fan creations like taz and critical role that really drew me in and kept me around

what a god awful decision

[chaosgenasi]

What needs to be done? To free us all.

[luluminated]

That kiss was the last straw to finally drag me onto tumblr let’s go lesbians!!!

[yashley]

I am going to cast Cure Wounds. On this dumbass.