#Ja Crispy

[clementine127]

My go-to breakfast in the morning, ah yes Larry’s Ja-crispies *chefs kiss*

(Found this on Pinterest, don’t know original poster though)

[gremlingottoosilly]

Waitress!Reader trying to do her job X Loser!Konig who thinks she's flirting with him

You give him his budget with a ridiculous amount of changes, without forgetting even a single one - and now, this man fully believes you're a waif material. Not even just a girlfriend or another pretty girl he is too shy to talk to - oh no. He is ready to get on one knee and give you a ring worthy of a year of your rent, but he doesn't have the ring right now, and he curses himself for not thinking about walking around with his late mother's wedding ring in a pocket. Who knew he would meet the woman of his dreams in a random diner? You're off-putted a bit. The huge guy who was stumbling over his order and made you rewrite it like three times, is now staring at the plate like you just brought him a dead baby a la carte. You were panicking already - did you forget something? Did you actually manage to fuck it up? Do you have to think of something new, to bring him some free drinks as an apology? Is he going to shoot you? Are you... "Sir, is everything good with your dish..?" "Ja. It's...perfect. Thank you, Engel" A pet name isn't something too unfamiliar with a waitress's life. It's usually some greasy men in their fifties, laughing in big companies and making you work for that 10 euro tip like it's going to buy you anything in this economy. However, this guy didn't seem like the type. He mostly seemed like someone who would shoot the entire place if you're completely honest...but whatever, you guess. Only, he leaves you a crispy 200 as a tip. Only, he starts to appear during the closing hours of your shift, somehow stying exactly when your manager would put you on the latest hours. You tried to switch shifts, but no one really wanted to be the closer, anyway - and besides, you already rocked a few thousand from the tips the creep is leaving you. Maybe, he is just bad at communication, but has some cushy IT job. Maybe he is just unlucky with his big appearance, but he actually is a fine dude. Maybe.... When you get home from the last time you closed the cafe, you didn't even notice a figure stalking you, following you to the nearest alley where you would usually cut half of the road home. It's weird, how such a big guy could be this silent. You're going to learn a lot more things about him, though.

[bonnieeldritch]

Zuordnungsfragen anyone? Welches (kontroverse) Pizza-Topping wäre dein Auror?

Liebs ja schon ein bisschen, dass mir solche Fragen leicht af fallen. 😂 Wonach riecht ihr Amortentia, was ist ihr Patronus? Keine Ahnung! Aber welchers kontroverse (keine Klammern) Pizza-Topping Pru ist, weiß ich nach 5 Minuten brainstormen. 😌 Tatsächlich war mein erster Einfall Hühnerfüße, aber da man dort die Knöchelchen ausspuckt, sind die für Pizza echt nicht ideal. Der zweite Einfall ist es jetzt geworden - gegrillte Innereien. In China ein ganz normaler Snack, den man an jeder Straßenecke kaufen kann und etwas, was Pru aus ihrer Kindheit in Hong Kong am meisten vermisst.

Prudence isst wirklich selten Pizza, denn wenn, dann braucht sie dafür die BBQ Skewers ihres Vaters, die dieser nur einmal im Quartal zubereitet. Wenn es so weit ist, holt Pru sich eine käsige Margerita Pizza, kloppt ordentlich crispy chili oil drauf, so viel Salat, wie drauf passt, und dann werden die gegrillten Innereien klein geschnitten und auf dem Salat verteilt. 😌 Dazu gibt es immer ein Glas Bier und Cola. (wir tun jetzt bitte kollektiv so, als wäre das ein Glas Bier über der Pizza auf dem Picrew und als würde Pru auf dem Bild links Bier und keinen Mangosaft trinken, dankeschön ♥)

Warum ist Pru nun dieses Topping? Einerseits weil die gegrillten Innereien erst einmal fremd wirken, seltsam, nicht besonders ansprechend, so wie Pru wenn man sie im falschen Moment erwischt. Oder im Aurorenbüro. 😬 Aber wenn man gegrillten Innereien eine Chance gibt (oder Pru!), dann wird man sicherlich überrascht. So wie die BBQ Skewers süß und salzig, knusprig und weich, voller Geschmack einfach sind, so steckt auch in Pru eine Menge an Charakter, an guten Qualitäten und Stärken, die sie zu einer formidablen Freundin machen.

[senor-plume]

Ja' Crispy Jones and Count Ravioli Jones.

[chomametchi]

Nyt ku iso osa teistä kanssasuomalaisista tuntuu olevan huolissaan siitä, että arviolta viiden miljoonan puhujan kieli kuolee ennen seuraavia joulunpyhiä, niin haluun jakaa muutaman Kotimaisten kielten keskuksen blogitekstin.

Köyhtyykö suomen kieli (1/1988) Englantia kaikilla kielillä - harmittaako? (3/2008) Kieli muuttuu (4/2013) Steppi nextille levelille - englanti suomessa (2/2019)

En nyt selitä näistä sen enempää, kunhan jaan ihan jakamisen ilosta koska nää on seissy mun kirjanmerkeissä noin sata vuotta. Tai no, ton kolmannen linkin takaa löytyy vielä yks taulukko jonka haluun välttämättä laittaa jo tähän.

Ja sit vielä se pakollinen huomautus siitä, että en oo humanisti (mutta voin vilkaista) ja opiskelen maatalousalaa jos jotain, mutta kyllähän se kieltämättä vaikuttaa vähän hölmöltä, kuinka englannista ollaan maalailemassa jotain itänaapuriin verrattavaa mörköä. Että kyllä nyt internetin välityksellä tulevat vaikutteet ja imperialistinen turpasauna on sama asia ja niin edelleen. Samalla se tuntuu myös vähän pahalta nimenomaan niiden uralilaisten kielten puolesta, jotka on oikeesti vaarassa. Että jumalauta, teillä on noin viitisen miljoonaa puhujaa, virallinen asema ja lakipykälät omalla kielellä ja silti joku pelko siitä, että parinkymmenen vuoden päästä koko suomen kieli on käsitteenä täysin tuntematon? Ihan vertailun vuoksi mainittakoon vaikka udmurtti, jolla oli vuonna 2020 noin 270 000 puhujaa, ersällä 46 000 ja võrolla 75 000. Pienempiäkin on vaikka kuinka ja oma lukunsa on esim. vatja, joka mainittiin korkeintaan kerran peruskoulussa (ja taitaa olla tässä vaiheessa saattohoidossa) ja kveeni, joka on monelle jo sanana vieras. Lisäks on toki mainittava karjala ja saamelaiskielet, jotka on heikossa asemassa isoilta osin myös suomalaisen kolonialismin takia.

En nyt tee tästä sen kummempaa esseetä enkä vaivautunu suunnittelemaan tätä postausta muutenkaan sen enempää, kunhan halusin vaan tuoda esille jotain epämääräsiä ajatuksiani tähän anglismivääntöön liittyen. Jokainen "suomen kieli on pilalla/tuhoutumassa/kuolemassa"-selitys kun kuitenkin muistuttaa siitä, että meillä menee oikeesti ihan hyvin eikä tässä oo sen suurempaa hätää. Helvetti, virolla on noin miljoona natiivipuhujaa eikä sekään oo kuollu saksaan, ruotsiin tai venäjään - ja niitä jokapäiväsiä, selkeitä lainasanoja kuitenkin on, omasta kokemuksesta huomattavasti enemmän ku suomessa (pakollinen huomautus: en tiiä tarkkoja tilastoja, mutta esimerkkeinä vaikka temperatuur, taimer ja telefon ihan joitain mainitakseni)

Mutta joo, kunhan puhun lämpimikseni ja liitän vielä tähän loppuun yhen kuvankaappauksen ugri.netistä.

Että ei mulla muuta. Jos oma äidinkielen taito huolestuttaa, niin paras lääke siihen on ehkä suomenkielisen (myös sen käännetyn) kirjallisuuden ja muun tekstin lukeminen. Jos nyt lukee pääasiassa niitä englanninkielisiä fanficcejä niin onhan se myös ihan ymmärrettävää, jos aivoilla on tapana tarjota ensin englanninkielistä sanaa! Näin ihmisenä jonka aivotoiminta pyörii vireystilasta riippuen noin kolmella ja puolella kielellä voin myös luvata, että sanat menee sekasin ja lauserakenteet elää omaa elämäänsä, mutta se ei oo automaattisesti merkki maailmanlopusta. Toisinaan se voi olla merkki ehkä siitä, että olis korkee aika mennä nukkumaan.

Ja no, muistakaa sekin, että joskus mainoksissa ja tuotteissa käytetään paskoja anglismeja ja kankeita käännöksiä nimenomaan markkinointimielessä. Kyllähän se kanan crispy fileefingers jää ihmisten mieleen paremmin kuin joku rapea fileesuikale, oli se sit hyvässä tai pahassa.

[yuucandoit]

These are in progress, but I thought it'd be fun to share them. A lot of my characters are just shitposts that I end up taking seriously once I look at them more closely, though

Credit for picrews are posted at the bottom/link to more rambling related to the OC bc these are just the profiles to save space. I have no real art skills to draw them myself, but picrews are fun

Most recent one because I'm trying to look at RSA characters to fill out the school a bit. Might have Peter Pan and Tinkerbell for RSA, as well, figuring that all out

Kovu twst

Rayar Ufahari

UM: Considering a reflection-based UM, but also considering something with fire considering the theme of renewal etc in the movie. It's kind of a fun juxtaposition to Leona, though I have no real intentions of having Rayar significant to Leona outside maybe being like.. distantly related. However Jas (my Hook) has become more significant to Octavinelle and I'm fond of Kovu, so he won't be part of book 2 for all that, but maybe important at RSA. Who knows

Age: 17

Height: 187 cm

Homeland: Sunset Savannah

Birthday: October 13th

Likes: Crispy Pork Pilau

Dislikes: TBD. He likes most foods, maybe not tart flavors

this link is just the extraneous stuff

credit to https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/582810

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Free Day #4: Bacon

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(Dawntrail)

(CW: Minor sexual content)

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He should have stayed as Gulool Ja Ja's guest longer. If not for the man's prowess at combat, then at least for his cooks. Estinien surveyed the uncovered plates before him, lips curling in a smile. Enfrijoladas stuffed with egg and chorizo, golden pancakes with honey and berry jam, and perfectly crispy bacon slices. A steaming pitcher of coffee and a carafe of orange juice finished the spread. Pulling out a chair, Estinien sat down and reached for a napkin. Shaking it free, he draped it over his lap and picked up the first perfect bacon piece...

"Ahem."

Estinien turned around. Riven was leaning against the doorframe. She was completely naked, and flushed pink from the bath she'd just had. A sultry look was on her face.

"Hello." She crooned. Estinien narrowed his eyes--and shifted in his chair. His gaze flicked between his options--the bacon in his fingers, or the naked woman with the come-hither gaze.

Bacon.

Riven.

Bacon.

Riven.

Crunch. Crunchcrunchcrunch.

"...Really?" Riven exclaimed. She straightened, an annoyed look appearing on her face.

"Succubus." Estinien declared, taking another bite. "Cunt is fleeting. Perfectly crisped bacon is forever." He ducked his head to the side as a gust of wind blew past his ear.

"Jerk!"

"Come and eat." Estinien reached over, pulling the covers off Riven's own tray of breakfast.

"You're going to need all your strength to handle the Alexandrians." A few moments passed and then Riven joined him, dressed in a silky kimono. She sat down, but instead of eating, watched the dragoon tackle his plate with a small smile on her features. Estinien paused in a bite of enfrijolada.

"What?"

"You're happy." Riven declared. She watched as Estinien blinked at her, then ducked his head. A flush rose on the Elezen's cheeks.

"...I am." He said quietly. "I didn't think I ever would be. I see why...you all like this. The travel, the new places. New experiences."

"New fights?" Riven quipped, taking a bite out of a forkful of scrambled eggs. "New foods?"

"I have to stay strict with my training, or I'll be too heavy to get off the ground." Estinien reached for the coffee, pouring himself a cup. "I haven't really needed to Prime much. When I did, it was fighting tural vidraal."

"You've run into some?" Riven asked.

"Two, and for both I had to semi-Prime. Then when that storm hit and I heard Valigarmunda--"

"You were in that storm?!" Riven exclaimed, nearly dropping her fork. Estinien nodded.

"I was over here..." He paused, calucating times and dates in his head. "I think maybe about a month and a half before you. Maybe two. I stayed down in Yok Tural and was tracking a third tural vidraal when it just up and vanished. In fact, any predator that was worth it's salt seemed to go into hiding."

"They must have sensed Valigarmuda stirring." The brunette breathed.

"Reckon you're right. I was in the city when the storm hit. There's wards around here created by the Head of Reason and his shaman that protect from the worst of the blows, but that night..." Estinien shook his head.

"I couldn't sleep. Felt like there was too much aether under my skin. Not even semi-Priming gave me relief. And if I listened hard enough, I could hear a voice screaming in unending rage on the winds."

"That fits with what happened on the ship." Riven mummured. She leaned back into her chair.

"You ran into it?" Estinien asked.

"A day and a half out. The shield generators just barely held off the worst of the lightning." Riven told Estinien what had happened during the final leg of the trip. Nidhogg's Dominant hummed, listening thoughtfully.

"...Now that I think about it, every so often I'd get a vague sense of unease. The best way I could describe was it felt like I was being watched--like I was an intruder in someone's territory. And it worsened after I'd semi-Primed." Estinien's eyes widened as a thought occurred to him.

"Wait--"

"The ice was failing from the moment it went up." Riven quickly said. She'd picked up on where Estinien's thoughts were going. "I doubt you semi-Priming provoked it further. We had the same experiences as well." Relief filled her as she saw her lover's shoulders sag, tension bleeding out of his muscles.

"That's good." He murmured. Getting up, Riven padded around the table and wrapped her arms around Estinien in a hug. A sigh escaped the dragoon, and he rested his head on a breast.

"Just when I finally found an accord with myself too." He muttered. His eyes closed as Riven started to gently stroke his head.

"We are technical invaders here." She said. "Valigarmuda was the lord of the tural vidraal. I would be surprised if it hadn't picked up on you, or any of us when we semi-Primed."

"Mmm." Estinien exhaled, letting Riven's scent and touch soothe away the blind fear that had overtaken him. Valefor's Dominant pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Besides." She said, reaching down to entwine the fingers of their hands together. "You at least were an annoyance. I might have been possible kin." Estinien's eyes widened at that, and he looked up at Riven's face.

"What?" Now it was his turn to soothe, his free hand creeping to his lover's back to hold her gently. Riven's gaze became hooded, and she looked away.

"...As Valefor, I sensed a kinship with Valigarmuda." She whispered. "More than that, it's magics felt...old. Powerful. Purer. Like..."

Like I was looking at a concept creation back in Elpis.

"The Ancient World?" Riven started, she hadn't realized she'd spoken her thoughts aloud. Estinien was gazing at her steadily, his hand a comforting weight on her back. Riven nodded.

"Aye."

[moteocooking]

Dream Chicken Sandwich Sushi Bomb 🍣🥪🍣

Hello, it's Ushio. Today, I'd like to introduce one of my classic chicken dishes. We're taking crispy chicken and giving it a sushi sandwich twist. This is the perfect one-handed food, ideal for busy people and students preparing for exams. It's incredibly satisfying and delicious. Give it a try!

👨‍🍳 Recipe:

In a frying pan with some oil, add rice, salt, pepper, garlic, and consomme. Sauté over high heat, then mix in 2 tablespoons of ketchup to create Ketchup Rice.

Next, coat chicken, marinated in grated garlic and soy sauce, with potato starch, and fry until it's wonderfully crispy. Also, prepare sliced cucumbers, boiled eggs, and salad vegetables.

Once your preparations are complete, lay a sheet of seaweed in a mold and evenly spread the Ketchup Rice on top.

Add vegetables, chicken, a generous helping of chili sauce, boiled eggs, cheese, and cucumbers on top.

Finally, cover it with another layer of rice, remove the mold, and wrap it with seaweed. After wrapping, use a knife to cut it neatly. Wrapping it in plastic wrap and letting it rest for about 10 minutes before cutting will make it easier to slice.

Finally, drizzle with a special sauce made by mixing chili sauce, mayonnaise, and ketchup.

This Dream Chicken Sandwich Sushi Bomb is perfect for when you're craving a hearty and indulgent meal. It's an ideal late-night snack for hungry students studying for exams or for athletes and anyone looking for a substantial meal. You can easily enjoy it with one hand, and it provides a satisfying feeling of fullness. It's perfect for late-night snacks, snacks, and bento boxes. Give it a try! 👍

📋 Ingredients: Ketchup Rice: 1 cup Seaweed: 1 sheet Chicken: 50g Cucumber: 1/3 Boiled Egg: 1 Cheese: 1 slice Vegetables: To taste Chili Sauce: To taste Enjoy a delightful culinary experience! 🍽️🤩

I'm planning to open a restaurant soon, and I'd appreciate your advice. 😘😘😘 If you come across any dishes in the videos I've posted that you'd like to try, please leave a "like" or a comment. If there are dishes that you enjoy, I plan to add them to our menu. let's create an exciting culinary adventure together!

Here is my hideout⤵ youtube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWVYju2V7KQx2vbtp53tlWw Tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/@dankouben?lang=ja Instagram https://www.instagram.com/moteocooking/

Click here to watch the video⤵　 https://www.youtube.com/shorts/fw84R24WjYM

[crispyjenkins]

geraskefer "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

this fic is really really heavy, in ways none of my other works are, so please read the following warnings closely even though i don't actually talk about any of those heavy things in this excerpt this is, however, a story that's very near and dear to me and i really love the world building i've done with it so far, and am actually almost done writing it but it's over 40,000 words and just wanna talk about it 😭

inspired by of music and motion and love (and it’s companion piece) by writethroughthenight on ao3.

warnings/tags: implied/referenced/off-screen sexual assault, canon-typical violence (non-sexual tho), stregobor-typical human experimentation, implied and canon-typical fantastical racism, implied/referenced torture (like it’s not really torture but it’s not NOT torture y'feel?), jaskier whump, no post-mountain geralt vilification, poly-heavy like this is very much a poly fic, minor mind/body control but no outright possession, good valdo marx, jaskier is the sandpiper, angsty but very much with a HAPPY ENDING

 She sighs and lets him kiss his cheek before ushering their strange little party out the door and down a servants’ passageway to the stables. To his relief, it’s just their means of escape, and they don’t actually have to deal with smuggling a horse or two; despite knowing she’ll be back the next time Geralt buys a chestnut mare, Jaskier still mourns whatever current Roach Geralt had to have left behind somewhere between Cintra and Temeria. 

  Also in their favour is the fact that everyone here is quite used to sneaking and hiding for their lives, so it’s quick work to move through Wyzima’s dark streets towards Dandelion. Any time Jaskier has to do something Geralt or Yennefer don’t expect (paying off a watchman here, steering them around patrols there, and even whistling a short code to one of the side business’ other Birds to allow them through a locked gate to cut through someone’s garden), Jaskier feels their curious and considering stares at his back, Yennefer’s with grudging admiration, and Geralt’s with slightly-accusatory guilt. 

  Whatever, Jaskier doesn’t owe Geralt anything, least of all an explanation for his unexplainable skills.

  Luckily, he only has to kill one person during the trek, one of Foltest’s soldiers that recognises Geralt as they pass, and Jaskier doesn’t have time to hesitate, flicking a terribly-thin throwing dagger from his left sleeve with enough force to stick it through the soldier’s throat to the hilt. After he retrieves his dagger, Geralt is back to not looking at him at all.

  They reach Dandelion in just over an hour thanks to shortcuts and an old smuggling tunnel, arriving at a small two-storey cottage in a relatively nice area of the city, with no distinguishing features except a single paper Dandelion in a vase in the curtained front window. Jaskier leads them around to the back (the front doors of all the safehouses are sealed and barred, with magic and wooden slats both), and uses a small burst of his own magic to unlock the door to the cellar.

  He makes sure everyone enters ahead of him, closing and relocking everything with the same touch of chaos that has Yennefer’s nose twitching, then ushers Destiny’s Trio up into the cottage properly.

  It’s sparsely decorated, it’s not exactly meant to house anyone for more than a night at most, but the warm wood furniture and whitewashed walls are actually quite cozy, if Jaskier says so himself. Amused, he watches understanding dawn on everyone’s faces when they see the collection of paper dandelions tied together on the kitchen table.

  Yennefer turns to Jaskier. “Dandelion is the safehouse?”

  “Of course, my dear witch!” Flouncing into the kitchen, he quickly —though not quite painlessly— unslings his satchel to drop it onto the table next to the dandelions. “So are Buttercup, and Chamomile, though in your defense Poppy is very much a person.”

  “Jaskier.”

  He winces, taking a deep breath before finally meeting Geralt’s golden eyes for the first time since he’d burst into Triss’ infirmary. Do Cirilla and Yennefer realise just how much emotion their stoic witcher is showing right then? Pain in the clench of his jaw, confusion and the fear of that confusion held in the tension of his shoulders, worry in the lines of his pursed lips?

  Fuck, this is why Jaskier never wanted to see Geralt again, because he remembers when Geralt used to look at him with that much emotion all the time, back before Yennefer fucked her way into both their lives, back before Geralt had lost them both.

-

  “Geralt,” he murmurs tiredly, sagging to lean on the back of the chair.  

“Why do you have multiple safehouses?” The ‘Why do you need multiple safehouses?’ goes unsaid.

[cinnamokittykat]

Puppy Love Chapter 5: Baking Together

Warnings: Awful Google Translate German, Abusive ex

Tags: Fluff, Hybrid! AU, The characters bake together, Lilith has a daughter

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

The day began bright and early for the duo as they walked to the bakery. They had a long day of ingredient prep ahead of them. The pantry was to be stocked, butter to be browned, and frosting to be made, along with a multitude of other food-related tasks.

Lilith unlocked the bakery's front door before running by the road to wave down the delivery driver. The big truck stopped and backed into the pebbly driveway with many loud beeps. A man with a clipboard hopped out and walked up to Lilith.

"Guten Morgen, ist diese Reihenfolge korrekt?"

He points to the clipboard, then opens the back of the truck for her to look. She squints, then nods.

"Danke, sir."

"Wunderbar. Benötigen sie hilfe beim entladen?"

"Nein, ich habe ihn."

At this point, König appeared behind the man, who, upon feeling his looming presence behind himself, nearly jumped out of his skin.

"J-ja, ich muss einige dinge an meinem truck erledigen!"

He scurried off into the driver's seat of the truck, leaving König and Lilith alone again.

"Let's get these inside, then we can start cooking, alright?"

"Sounds gut."

He then proceeded to pick up 2 very large sacks of flour and throw them over his shoulder like they were nothing. The woman parted her lips in amazement. She wondered if he could pick her up just as easily. With someone his size, he could most definitely just treat her as he pleased...

Lilith grabbed a dolly and started wheeling pallets of berries toward the bakery. With König's help, the ingredients were put away in less than 30 minutes, and she was thankful. It meant more time to cook. She thanked the delivery driver once again and signed off on the order.

"Let's get cooking, big guy."

Lilith managed to find a spare apron in the storage closet, and it fit König surprisingly well. It was a standard issue kitchen uniform, as König had declined the black one with "two seater" and arrows printed on.

"Here, uh, use this hairnet on your tail... there. Perfect! We are ready!"

"What do we do first?"

"Well, I have to brown butter for cookies so I can get them started."

"... browning butter?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Yeah, it adds depth of flavor," Lilith explained. "König, have you ever baked before?" She continued.

"Nein, my mother did a lot, I just never got a chance to learn... It seems so complicated, what if I mess it up?"

"Well, I can teach you, I won't make you do anything complicated today."

"Okay."

"You can start helping me by unpackaging all of that butter and putting it in this pot."

She gestured to a large yet shallow metal pot, then began to process a pallet of strawberries. König watched her work swiftly but delicately with each strawberry, removing the leaves and hull in one fell swoop of the paring knife before tossing them into a bowl.

He got to work, pulling the foil off the butter blocks and listening to the plunk! of them falling against the metal. Lilith turned the stove on and began to stir the butter around until it was melted and bubbling.

"Now, this is where it needs to be watched closely. It can turn from browned to burnt in seconds."

The man nodded, just happy to listen to her explain things. He could tell she was not only skilled but invested in the culinary arts.

"What will this be used in?" He inquired.

"Around 3/4 for chocolate chip cookies, and the remaining butter will be used in my rice krispie treats."

König's head tipped to the side, his ears perked up.

"What are those?"

"Hm?"

"Rice Krispies?"

"Oh, so there's this cereal made with puffed rice, a lot of people will melt marshmallows and mix it with them to make these treats that are both crispy and chewy. But don't get that cheap stuff from the American stores here, mine are better." She explained with a smile on her face.

"I am sure they are then."

By then, the butter was browned, and Lilith scraped the pot with a rubber spatula while König tipped it over a huge container.

"This has to cool, so in the meantime, I'm gonna start frosting."

For the next hour, they worked side by side, König doing the simpler things like cutting fruit for jams while Lilith completed more technical tasks such as making frosting and toasting ingredients. When she pulled a tray of pleasantly burnished marshmallows out of the oven, she had to smack König's hand away so he wouldn't burn himself trying to swipe a taste.

"Bitteee..." He looked at her with his best puppy-dog eyes.

She reached up to pet him quickly before reminding him that he needed to wait for the final product.

"Whiny puppy..." Lilith whispered to herself, unaware that König could pick up those words, and they shot straight downward within him.

"You do understand I am 10 years older, Lilith?"

She ignored him and began mixing the ingredients for the Rice Krispie treats. Toasted marshmallows, browned butter, and even the cereal was toasted. The aroma wafted through the metallic industrial kitchen. Working quickly, she pressed the mixture into a greased sheet pan and sprinkled salt over it.

"While that cools, wanna see the special fall menu?"

"Ja, bitte."

She pulled out a binder full of laminated pages and loose notes, flipping through it until she landed on a stained page labeled "Fall/Halloween."

"I'm proud to say that a lot of these were my ideas! The apple cake was still my grandmother's, but the pumpkin cupcakes, red velvet 'vampire' cupcakes, ghost cake pops, and apple cider donuts were all recipes I developed or designed!"

"Are these all your pictures?" König wondered out loud.

"Yeah!"

She went on to explain all of the little details in her recipes, like how the "blood" on the red velvet cupcakes was actually a berry coulis and not red icing or how she kept having the frosting stick to the paper when she tried to flatten it to make jack-o-lantern faces for the first time.

To tell the truth, she loved having the undivided attention of someone to explain her passion. Instead of just looking off to the side or straight up telling her they didn't care, König looked at her with his beautiful eyes and absorbed every word. She wondered if he had anything he was passionate about like this.

He was so wonderful to look at, too; the way his shirt outlined his arm muscles was captivating, and she got just a hint last night about what he looked like under the hood. He had the softest hair I've ever felt. Long, too, perfect for grabbing while he-

"Lilith, is everything alright?"

"Huh... yeah!" Her face reddened; she didn't realize she had zoned out.

He's not interested, you fucking cow. She thought to herself.

"Anyways, let's make cookies, hm?"

"Ja."

The cookie-making process went by quickly, although König was splashed in the face with flour from the mixer once and had to shake his hood off outside.

"Now the dough is going to sit in the fridge to develop flavor overnight! The frosting is made, the cakes are cooling, so I think we can rest. Let's go back home, okay?"

After a short rest, Lilith started boiling a pot of water on the stove and taking sausage out of its casings to saute.

"What are you making?"

König tipped his head to the side and sniffed the air.

"Sausage and broccoli pasta. Is that okay?"

"Ja, anything you make ist good, Lilith."

She beamed internally at his words.

After Lilith finished the kitchen, she flopped down on the couch, finally off her feet for the rest of the day. She took out her phone and panicked when she saw 9 missed calls.

"I'm so sorry, I was prepping the bakery all day, Mark."

"Pick up."

"Hello?"

"Hello."

"Lilith, pick up."

"We need to talk."

Mark is calling...

She picked up the phone and held it to her ear.

"Lilith, fucking pick up when I call you next time."

"Mark, I told you this morning, I was prepping the bakery."

"Whatever. I need you to take Holly."

"What? We agreed she was going to stay in school in the US for now."

"I need you to take her."

"Why?"

"Um, well, I just uhhh, got a new job, and I won't be around as often."

"So you're going to ship our kid across the world?"

"Will you just help me the fuck out? You're the parent too, Lilith."

She sighed. How was she going to manage the bakery with a 5-year-old?

"Mark, I'm running a business, I'm scared I won't be able to take care of her."

"Well, that's too fucking bad, maybe if you took some time off from whoring around after work, you'd be able to. Besides, the tickets are already booked. $1000, Lilith."

A chill ran up her spine. Memories of how he would accuse her of 'whoring around' came flooding back. Right before he would confess to cheating. And now, she had to figure out how to handle her beloved daughter while running the bakery.

"... Alright, Mark. Sure. When does she arrive?"

"3 weeks."

"And you'll be coming with her, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Can I please talk to Holly?"

"Yeah, sure, HOLLY!" He hollered.

The camera turned on, and she watched as her little cream-colored Siamese kitten ran into the room.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! I GET TO SEE YOU! I GET TO SEE YOU, MOMMY!"

Lilith smiled. Her daughter stared into the camera with joy in her heterochromatic eyes. One was light blue, like any other kitten, and the other was green and shaped like a cat's eye.

"Yes you do, sweetheart, I am so happy to see you!"

"Yayyyyyy, I'm so excited, mommy!"

"What do you want to do when you get here, Holly?"

"Hmmmmmmm."

She tapped her finger to her mouth, her lips curling into that unmistakable 5-year-old smile.

"I wanna... I dunno!"

"Alright, sweetheart, we'll just figure it out when you get here."

"Okay, mommy!"

Just then, König called out to Lilith, asking her some question about cups.

"Mommy, who is that?" Holly demanded.

Right, she would have to explain that to Holly.

"Ah, sweetie, he's a new friend of Mommy's, you may meet him eventually!"

"Okay Mommy!"

Mark spoke up once again.

"Alright Holly, I need the phone back now, go play with your dolls!"

"Ok!"

The door slammed, and Mark made his opinions heard.

"So, you are whoring yourself out to any man who's drunk enough to sleep with you?"

"It's not like that, and you know it! He's helping at my bakery!"

"Uh-huh, whatever, goodbye."

He hung up the phone as soon as he was finished speaking. Lilith sighed and rubbed her temples. Mark was the biggest mistake she had ever made; the only good thing that came out of it was Holly. The 5 years of marriage with him were soul-crushing.

Just then, she felt a weight in her lap. Upon looking down, what stared up at her were the familiar begging eyes of König.

"You are sad, what is wrong?"

"... Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Lilith brought her hand to her lap, and König bonked his head into it.

"Are you asking to be pet?"

"Bitteee!"

He pushed his head into her hand again, and Lilith began petting him softly.

"Did I help you enough today?"

"Yes, you were a very big help, König."

The man smiled under his hood, and his tail wagged furiously behind him.

"A good boy, even." Lilith laughed to herself, the whole situation being humorous to her still. She had a 6'10" veteran German Shepherd laying on her, begging for affection like a cat.

König heard those words and almost ascended to heaven.

"You mean it?"

Lilith chuckled, mildly surprised at his response.

"I suppose so."

"I guess I have always needed purpose in life, sorry."

"What are you sorry about, König? I'm happy to validate you!"

"Danke, Lilith..."

His eyes went from half-lidded to closed, and Lilith turned on a show while the man dozed off for the night.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

"Guten Morgen, ist diese Reihenfolge korrekt?" - Good morning, is this order correct?

"Wunderbar. Benötigen sie hilfe beim entladen?" - Wonderful, do you need help unloading?

"Nein, ich habe ihn." - No, I have him.

"J-ja, ich muss einige dinge an meinem truck erledigen!" - Y-yes, I have some things to do in my truck!

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2023/08/03 Al día siguiente fuimos a una cafeteria de una conocida marca británica para desayunar. Tenían churros. La forma de herradura es como esperábamos y la masa estaba crujiente. Lo que nos terminó de convencer es tanto azucar espolvoreado por encima.

The next day we went to a cafe owned by a well-known British brand for breakfast. They had churros. The horseshoe shape is as we expected and the dough was crispy. It didn't convince with so much sugar sprinkled on top.

Google Translation into French: Le lendemain, nous sommes allés prendre le petit-déjeuner dans un café appartenant à une marque britannique bien connue. Ils avaient des churros. La forme en fer à cheval est conforme à nos attentes et la pâte était croustillante. Cela n'a pas convaincu avec autant de sucre saupoudré dessus.

Google translation into Italian: Il giorno dopo siamo andati a fare colazione in un bar di proprietà di un noto marchio britannico. Avevano i churros. La forma a ferro di cavallo era come previsto e l'impasto era croccante. Non convinceva con tanto zucchero spolverato sopra.

Google Translation into Portuguese: No dia seguinte fomos tomar café da manhã em um café de uma conhecida marca britânica. Eles tinham churros. O formato de ferradura ficou como esperado e a massa estava crocante. Não convenceu com tanto açúcar polvilhado por cima.

Google Translation into German: Am nächsten Tag gingen wir zum Frühstück in ein Café einer bekannten britischen Marke. Sie hatten Churros. Die Hufeisenform war wie erwartet und der Teig war knusprig. Mit so viel Zucker darüber gestreut hat es nicht überzeugt.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Të nesërmen shkuam në një kafene të markës së famshme britanike për mëngjes. Ata kishin churros. Forma e patkoit ishte siç pritej dhe brumi ishte krokant. Me aq shumë sheqer të spërkatur sipër, nuk ishte bindëse.

Google Translation into Armenian: Հաջորդ օրը մենք գնացինք բրիտանական հայտնի ապրանքանիշի սրճարան նախաճաշելու։ Չուրրո ունեին։ Պայտի ձևը սպասվածի պես էր, իսկ խմորը՝ խրթխրթան։ Այնքան շաքարավազ շաղ տալով վրան՝ համոզիչ չէր։

Google Translation into Bulgarian: На следващия ден отидохме на закуска в едно известно британско кафене. Имаха чуро. Формата на подкова беше според очакванията и тестото беше хрупкаво. С толкова много захар, поръсена отгоре, не беше убедително.

Google Translation into Czech: Další den jsme šli na snídani do kavárny známé britské značky. Měli churros. Tvar podkovy byl podle očekávání a těsto bylo křupavé. S tolika cukrem nasypaným navrch to nebylo přesvědčivé.

Google Translation into Croatian: Sutradan smo otišli u kafić poznate britanske marke na doručak. Imali su churros. Oblik potkove bio je očekivan, a tijesto prhko. S toliko šećera posutog odozgo, nije bilo uvjerljivo.

Google Translation into Danish Den næste dag gik vi til en berømt britisk mærke cafe til morgenmad. De havde churros. Hesteskoformen var som forventet og dejen var sprød. Med så meget sukker drysset på toppen var det ikke overbevisende.

Google Translation into Slovak: Nasledujúci deň sme išli na raňajky do kaviarne známej britskej značky. Mali churros. Tvar podkovy bol podľa očakávania a cesto bolo chrumkavé. S toľkým cukrom posypaným navrchu to nebolo presvedčivé.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Naslednji dan sva šla na zajtrk v kavarno znane britanske znamke. Imeli so churros. Podkvasta oblika je bila pričakovana in testo hrustljavo. S toliko sladkorja, posutega po vrhu, ni bilo prepričljivo.

Google Translation into Estonian: Järgmisel päeval läksime kuulsasse Briti brändi kohvikusse hommikusöögile. Neil olid churros. Hobuseraua kuju oli ootuspärane ja tainas krõbe. Kui peale oli nii palju suhkrut puistatud, ei olnud see veenev.

Google Translation into Suomi: Seuraavana päivänä menimme kuuluisaan brittiläiseen kahvilaan aamiaiseksi. Heillä oli churroja. Hevosenkengän muoto oli odotusten mukainen ja taikina rapea. Kun päälle oli ripoteltu niin paljon sokeria, se ei ollut vakuuttava.

Google Translation into Georgian: მეორე დღეს საუზმისთვის ცნობილ ბრიტანულ ბრენდის კაფეში წავედით. ჩურჩხელები ჰქონდათ. ცხენის ძირის ფორმა მოსალოდნელი იყო და ცომი ხრაშუნა. ზემოდან ამდენი შაქარი დაასხით, დამაჯერებელი არ იყო.

Google Translation into Greek: Την επόμενη μέρα πήγαμε σε ένα καφέ διάσημης βρετανικής μάρκας για πρωινό. Είχαν τσούρο. Το σχήμα του πετάλου ήταν το αναμενόμενο και η ζύμη ήταν τραγανή. Με τόση ζάχαρη πασπαλισμένη από πάνω, δεν ήταν πειστικό.

Google Translation into Hungarian: Másnap egy híres brit márkájú kávézóba mentünk reggelizni. Volt churros. A patkóforma a vártnak megfelelő volt, a tészta pedig ropogós volt. A sok cukorral a tetejére szórva nem volt meggyőző.

Google Translation into Latvian: Nākamajā dienā devāmies brokastīs uz slavenu britu zīmolu kafejnīcu. Viņiem bija churros. Pakava forma bija tāda, kā gaidīts, un mīkla bija kraukšķīga. Ar tik daudz cukura pārkaisa virsū, tas nepārliecināja.

Google Translation into Dutch: De volgende dag gingen we naar een beroemd Brits merkcafé voor het ontbijt. Ze hadden churros. De hoefijzervorm was zoals verwacht en het deeg was knapperig. Met zoveel suiker erop gestrooid, was het niet overtuigend.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Dagen etter dro vi til en kjent britisk merkekafé for å spise frokost. De hadde churros. Hesteskoformen var som forventet og deigen var sprø. Med så mye sukker drysset på toppen, var det ikke overbevisende.

Google Translation into Polish: Następnego dnia udaliśmy się na śniadanie do kawiarni znanej brytyjskiej marki. Mieli churros. Kształt podkowy był zgodny z oczekiwaniami, a ciasto chrupiące. Przy tak dużej ilości cukru posypanego na wierzchu nie wyglądało to przekonująco.

Google Translation into Romanian: A doua zi am mers la o cafenea celebră de marcă britanică pentru micul dejun. Aveau churros. Forma de potcoavă a fost conform așteptărilor, iar aluatul a fost crocant. Cu atât de mult zahăr presarat deasupra, nu a fost convingător.

Google Translation into Russian: На следующий день мы пошли позавтракать в кафе известного британского бренда. У них были чуррос. Форма подковы была такой, как и ожидалось, а тесто было хрустящим. С таким количеством сахара, посыпанного сверху, это выглядело неубедительно.

Google Translation into Serbian: Сутрадан смо отишли ​​у кафић познатог британског бренда на доручак. Имали су цхуррос. Облик потковице је био очекиван и тесто је било хрскаво. Са толико шећера посипаног одозго, није било убедљиво.

Google Translation into Swedish: Dagen efter gick vi till ett välkänt brittiskt märkescafé för frukost. De hade churros. Hästskoformen var som förväntat och degen var knaprig. Med så mycket socker stänkt på toppen var det inte övertygande.

Google Translation into Turkish: Ertesi gün kahvaltı için ünlü bir İngiliz markasının kafesine gittik. Churro'ları vardı. At nalı şekli beklendiği gibi oldu ve hamur çıtırdı. Üstüne o kadar çok şeker serpilmişti ki inandırıcı değildi.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Наступного дня ми пішли на сніданок у кафе відомого британського бренду. Вони мали чурро. Форма підкови була очікуваною, а тісто хрустким. З такою кількістю цукру, посипаного зверху, це було непереконливо.

Google Translation into Arabic: في اليوم التالي ذهبنا إلى مقهى ذو علامة تجارية بريطانية مشهورة لتناول الإفطار. كان لديهم كروس. كان شكل حدوة الحصان كما هو متوقع وكانت العجينة مقرمشة. مع رش الكثير من السكر في الأعلى، لم يكن الأمر مقنعًا.

Google Translation into Bengali: পরের দিন আমরা সকালের নাস্তা করতে গেলাম একটি বিখ্যাত ব্রিটিশ ব্র্যান্ডের ক্যাফেতে। তাদের churros ছিল. ঘোড়ার নালের আকার প্রত্যাশিত ছিল এবং ময়দা ছিল খাস্তা। উপরে এত চিনি ছিটিয়ে দিয়ে, এটা বিশ্বাসযোগ্য ছিল না।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 第二天我们去了一家英国著名品牌咖啡馆吃早餐。 他们有油条。 马蹄形如预期，面团酥脆。 上面撒了那么多糖，没有说服力。

Google Translation into Korean: 다음날 우리는 아침 식사를 위해 영국의 유명 브랜드 카페에 갔습니다. 츄러스가 있었어요. 말굽 모양도 예상대로였고 반죽도 바삭바삭했어요. 위에 설탕을 너무 많이 뿌려서 설득력이 없었습니다.

Google Translation into Guarani: Ambue árape roho peteĩ cafetería herakuãitévape marca británica-pe rodesayuna haĝua. Ha’ekuéra oguereko churros. Pe herradura forma ha’e oñeha’arõháicha ha pe masa ha’e crujiente. Hetaiterei asuka oñembohyru hi’ári, ndaha’éi convincente.

Google Translation into Hawaiian: I kekahi lā aʻe, hele mākou i kahi hale ʻaina kaulana Pelekane no ka ʻaina kakahiaka. He churros kā lākou. ʻO ke ʻano o ka kāmaʻa lio e like me ka mea i manaʻo ʻia a ʻo ka palaoa i ʻokiʻoki. Me ka nui o ke kō i kāpīpī ʻia ma luna, ʻaʻole maopopo.

Google Translation into Hebrew: למחרת הלכנו לבית קפה של מותג בריטי מפורסם לארוחת בוקר. היו להם צ'ורוס. צורת הפרסה הייתה כצפוי והבצק היה פריך. כשכל כך הרבה סוכר מפוזר מלמעלה, זה לא היה משכנע.

Google Translation into Hindi: अगले दिन हम नाश्ते के लिए एक प्रसिद्ध ब्रिटिश ब्रांड कैफे में गए। उनके पास चूरोस थे. घोड़े की नाल का आकार अपेक्षा के अनुरूप था और आटा कुरकुरा था। ऊपर से इतनी अधिक चीनी छिड़कने से, यह आश्वस्त करने वाला नहीं था।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Keesokan harinya kami pergi ke kafe merek terkenal Inggris untuk sarapan. Mereka punya churro. Bentuk tapal kudanya sesuai harapan dan adonannya renyah. Dengan begitu banyak gula yang ditaburkan di atasnya, rasanya tidak meyakinkan.

Google Translation into Japanese: 翌日はイギリスの有名ブランドのカフェへ朝食を食べに行きました。 チュロスがありました。 予想通りの馬蹄型で、生地もサクサクでした。 上に砂糖がたくさん振りかけられているので、説得力がありませんでした。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Эртеси эртең мененки тамакка белгилүү британиялык бренд кафесине бардык. Алардын чурролору болгон. Така формасы күтүлгөндөй болуп, камыр кытырак болду. Үстүнө ушунча кумшекер чачылгандыктан, бул ынандырарлык болгон жок.

Google Translation into Malagasy: Am nächsten Tag gingen wir zum Frühstück in ein Café einer bekannten britischen Marke. Sie hatten Churros. Die Hufeisenform war wie erwartet und der Teig war knusprig. Mit so viel Zucker darüber gestreut hat es nicht überzeugt.

Google Translation into Malayalam: അടുത്ത ദിവസം ഞങ്ങൾ പ്രഭാതഭക്ഷണത്തിനായി ഒരു പ്രശസ്ത ബ്രിട്ടീഷ് ബ്രാൻഡ് കഫേയിൽ പോയി. അവർക്ക് ചുരുളുകൾ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു. കുതിരപ്പടയുടെ ആകൃതി പ്രതീക്ഷിച്ചതുപോലെയും മാവ് ക്രിസ്പിയുമായിരുന്നു. ഇത്രയധികം പഞ്ചസാര മുകളിൽ വിതറി, അത് ബോധ്യപ്പെട്ടില്ല.

Google Translation into Malay: Keesokan harinya kami pergi ke kafe jenama terkenal British untuk sarapan pagi. Mereka mempunyai churros. Bentuk ladam adalah seperti yang diharapkan dan dohnya rangup. Dengan begitu banyak gula yang ditaburkan di atas, ia tidak meyakinkan.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Маргааш нь бид британийн алдартай брэнд кафед өглөөний цайгаа уулаа. Тэд чурротой байсан. Морин хуурын хэлбэр нь санаснаар болж, зуурсан гурил нь шаржигнуур байв. Дээрээс нь маш их элсэн чихэр цацсан нь үнэмшилтэй байсангүй.

Google Translation into Nepali: भोलिपल्ट बिहानको खाजाको लागि हामी एउटा प्रसिद्ध ब्रिटिस ब्रान्डको क्याफेमा गयौं। तिनीहरूसँग चुरोहरू थिए। घोडाको नालको आकार अपेक्षित थियो र आटा कुरकुरा थियो। माथि यति धेरै चिनी छर्किएको थियो, यो विश्वस्त थिएन।

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਅਗਲੇ ਦਿਨ ਅਸੀਂ ਨਾਸ਼ਤੇ ਲਈ ਇੱਕ ਮਸ਼ਹੂਰ ਬ੍ਰਿਟਿਸ਼ ਬ੍ਰਾਂਡ ਦੇ ਕੈਫੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਗਏ। ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਕੋਲ ਚੂਰੋ ਸਨ। ਘੋੜੇ ਦੀ ਨਾੜ ਦੀ ਸ਼ਕਲ ਉਮੀਦ ਅਨੁਸਾਰ ਸੀ ਅਤੇ ਆਟਾ ਕਰਿਸਪੀ ਸੀ। ਸਿਖਰ 'ਤੇ ਇੰਨੀ ਚੀਨੀ ਛਿੜਕ ਕੇ, ਇਹ ਯਕੀਨਨ ਨਹੀਂ ਸੀ.

Google Translation into Pashtun: بله ورځ موږ د ناري لپاره د برتانیا مشهور برانډ کیف ته لاړو. دوی چرس درلودل. د آسونو شکل لکه څنګه چې تمه کیده او ټوخه کرکه وه. د دومره بورې سره چې په سر کې اچول شوي، دا د قناعت وړ نه وه.

Google Translation into Persian: روز بعد برای صرف صبحانه به یک کافه برند معروف بریتانیایی رفتیم. آنها چورو داشتند. شکل نعل اسبی مطابق انتظار بود و خمیر ترد بود. با این همه شکر پاشیده شده روی آن، قانع کننده نبود.

Google Translation into Sundanese: Poé saterusna urang indit ka kafé brand Britania well-dipikawanoh pikeun sarapan. Aranjeunna ngagaduhan churros. Bentuk tapal kuda sapertos anu dipiharep sareng adonanna garing. Kalayan seueur gula anu ditaburkeun di luhur, éta henteu ngayakinkeun.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Kinabukasan pumunta kami sa isang sikat na British brand cafe para mag-almusal. Nagkaroon sila ng churros. Ang hugis ng horseshoe ay tulad ng inaasahan at ang masa ay malutong. Sa sobrang dami ng asukal na nawiwisik sa ibabaw, hindi ito nakakumbinsi.

Google Translation into Thai: วันรุ่งขึ้นเราไปทานอาหารเช้าที่คาเฟ่แบรนด์อังกฤษชื่อดัง พวกเขามีชูโรส รูปร่างเกือกม้าเป็นไปตามที่คาดไว้และแป้งก็กรอบ โรยน้ำตาลลงไปเยอะจนไม่น่าเชื่อ

Google Translation into Telugu: మరుసటి రోజు మేము అల్పాహారం కోసం ప్రసిద్ధ బ్రిటిష్ బ్రాండ్ కేఫ్‌కి వెళ్లాము. వారు చుర్రోలు కలిగి ఉన్నారు. గుర్రపుడెక్క ఆకారం ఊహించినట్లుగా ఉంది మరియు పిండి క్రిస్పీగా ఉంది. పైన చాలా చక్కెర చల్లడంతో, అది నమ్మదగినది కాదు.

Google Translation into Urdu: اگلے دن ہم ناشتے کے لیے ایک مشہور برطانوی برانڈ کیفے گئے۔ ان کے پاس چرس تھے۔ گھوڑے کی نالی کی شکل توقع کے مطابق تھی اور آٹا کرکرا تھا۔ اوپر اتنی چینی چھڑک کر، یہ یقین نہیں آرہا تھا۔

Google Translation into Uzbek: Ertasi kuni biz nonushta qilish uchun mashhur ingliz brendi kafesiga bordik. Ularda churro bor edi. Taqa shakli kutilganidek edi va xamir tiniq edi. Ustiga shuncha shakar sepilgan bo‘lsa, bu ishonarli emas edi.

Google Translation into Vietnamese: Ngày hôm sau chúng tôi đến một quán cà phê thương hiệu nổi tiếng của Anh để ăn sáng. Họ có bánh churros. Hình móng ngựa đúng như mong đợi và bột giòn. Với quá nhiều đường rắc lên trên, nó không thuyết phục chút nào.

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Ja' Crispy Jones. Digging the rocking chair.

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Italian Food Recipes for Your Air Fryer

If you love Italian cuisine and want to enjoy healthier, quick-to-make dishes, NectaLinks has some fantastic tips for using your air fryer. Air fryers are perfect for creating crispy, flavorful Italian meals with less oil and more convenience. Try air-fried garlic bread for a crunchy appetizer, or whip up crispy arancini (fried risotto balls) for a traditional Italian treat. You can even make air-fried eggplant parmesan with golden, cheesy perfection. 

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Kovu OC

Rayar Ufahari

-Whatever dorm. Maybe something tied to Rafiki if I go with that, but it's still being determined~ 2nd year lion beastman

Couldn't do the yellow and green to match Kovu exactly, so went with my best option

UM - Considering a reflection-based UM, but also considering something with fire considering the theme of renewal etc in the movie. It's kind of a fun juxtaposition to Leona, though I have no real intentions of having Rayar significant to Leona outside maybe being like.. distantly related. However Jas has become more prominent and I'm fond of Kovu, so he won't be part of book 2, but maybe important at RSA.

Idk about Lion Guard, I know he's also in that, so I might have to check it out a bit to get some more inspiration, see what all is going on there

Age: 17

Height: 189cm

Homeland: Sunset Savannah

Birthday: October 3rd

Likes: Crispy Pork Pilau

Dislikes:

literally only thing I know about this guy so far is that he's dating Norou (everyone calls him cunty deer) but here he is. Need some RSA characters and all

Maybe his mom is part of a group that is not loyal to the current royal family? Like if I really try to get into it. I don't think that they'd believe Leona a viable 'puppet' if there was interest in usurping the throne, but in the very background of everything else happening I could at least see discontent towards Falena in impoverished areas of Sunset Savannah. Well can't think about it too much atm, I'll revisit after my math finals

I'm also still figuring out how I want RSA to look because I wanted to try something different than the corresponding hero characters to NRC's dorms because the characters in the NRC dorms occasionally seem to draw inspiration from their corresponding hero characters so

It makes me reluctant to start assigning like Alice, Simba, Ariel is cool but I wanted Ari (Rielle) to attend a Sunset Land school or be currently in Coral Sea, Aladdin I'm figuring out bc I'm more interested in Jasmine so haven't considered him much, Neige of course is already at RSA with the Dwarves, Hercules maybe, and then Silver kind of has everything tied up

And the characters having the same colored gem leads me to think it's probably fine not to worry too much about matching the dorm / house system, but

I was considering using mentor figures to base potential dorms off of at RSA actually but that's all ~

anyways he just only exists bc the

kiara*

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Experience the Best of Indian Cuisine at Top of India

Introduction: A Culinary Journey Awaits

India is a land of diverse cultures, traditions, and flavors. Every region offers a unique culinary experience that reflects its history and geography. If you're looking to delve into the rich tapestry of Indian cuisine, then there's no better place than Top of India. Here, you'll find an array of dishes that tantalize your taste buds and leave you craving for more. This article takes you on a journey through the best of Indian cuisine at Top of India, highlighting must-try dishes, cooking techniques, and cultural significance.

Experience the Best of Indian Cuisine at Top of India

When you think about Indian food, what comes to mind? Spicy curries? Fluffy naan? Sweet desserts? At Top of India, you'll experience all this and much more. The region is https://topofindiarestaurant.com/ known for its diverse culinary offerings that cater to every palate.

The Rich Heritage Behind Indian Cuisine

Indian cuisine is not just about food; it’s an amalgamation of centuries-old traditions influenced by various dynasties and cultures. From Mughal influences in Northern India to coastal flavors in Southern regions, each dish tells a story. The methods used in cooking vary significantly across states but are united by one common thread—passion for flavors.

Regional Variations: Exploring Diverse Flavors

Each state in India has its own distinct culinary identity. For instance, Punjab is famous for its buttery dal makhani and tandoori chicken, while West Bengal boasts a plethora of fish dishes like macher jhol. In contrast, South India is known for its rice-based dishes such as dosas and idlis.

North Indian Delights: A Flavor Explosion

In Top of India, North Indian cuisine reigns supreme with its creamy gravies and aromatic spices.

Butter Chicken: Named after its rich butter sauce, it’s a crowd favorite. Dal Makhani: Creamy black lentils simmered overnight. Naan Bread: Soft flatbreads perfect for scooping up curries. South Indian Specialties: A Rice Affair

Southern cuisine emphasizes rice as a staple ingredient.

Dosa: Crispy crepes made from fermented rice batter. Sambar: Lentil stew made with tamarind. Rasam: A spicy soup that’s both tangy and delicious. Street Food Wonders at Top of India

No culinary journey in India would be complete without experiencing street food. The streets are bustling with vendors selling mouth-watering snacks that offer an authentic taste of local culture.

Chaat Culture: A Flavorful Adventure

Chaat refers to a variety of savory snacks that burst with flavor:

Pani Puri: Hollow puris filled with spicy water. Bhel Puri: A mix of puffed rice, vegetables, and tangy chutneys. Aloo Tikki: Spiced potato patties served with chutney. Sweets Galore: Indulging Your Sweet Tooth

Indian desserts are as varied as its main courses:

Gulab Jamun: Soft dough balls soaked in sugar syrup. Ja

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Short Pasta Burrito - One Bite Satisfaction 🌯🌮🌯

Today, we're introducing a convenient and delicious lunch idea: the Short Pasta Burrito. It's easy to make and, even if it cools down, you can simply reheat it in the microwave for a mouthwatering experience, perfect for a one-handed lunch.

Start by cutting sausages in half and give them a good sear. Unlike traditional preparation, this method not only saves time but also gives you that delightful crispy edge. Definitely worth a try.

Next, open a can of tomatoes and blend them together with garlic, olive oil, consommé, salt, and basil in a food processor. Pour this mixture into a frying pan, add milk, white wine, butter, and the short pasta. Simmer until it thickens and combines beautifully.

Finally, add black pepper and cheese to your liking. Once the cheese melts and melds with the tomato sauce, spread this delectable mixture on a tortilla. Then, add the sausages and more cheese. Roll it up.

After rolling, place it in a hot pan and sear the surface. The result: a Short Pasta Burrito with a crispy exterior and a gooey, flavorful interior, featuring the tanginess of tomatoes and the richness of cheese.

This burrito is perfect for a one-handed meal, making it great for lunchboxes, quick snacks at work, or when you're in a rush. It's easy to make and incredibly satisfying. Enjoy the deliciousness to the fullest!

Ingredients: Short Pasta: 80g Garlic: 1 clove Olive Oil: 1 tablespoon Consommé: 1 tablespoon Salt: 1 teaspoon Basil: 1 teaspoon Milk: 50ml White Wine: 100ml Butter: 10g Black Pepper: to taste Sausages: 2 Canned Tomatoes: 1 can

I'm planning to open a restaurant soon, and I'd appreciate your advice. 😘😘😘 If you come across any dishes in the videos I've posted that you'd like to try, please leave a "like" or a comment. If there are dishes that you enjoy, I plan to add them to our menu. let's create an exciting culinary adventure together!

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