#cast iron utensils

[zishtatraditions]

Cast Iron Cookware Combo: Kadai, Tawa, Dosa Ladle | Zishta

From stir-fries to dosas, this cast iron combo featuring a kadai, tawa, and dosa ladle offers superior heat retention and even distribution, ensuring perfect results every time. Elevate your culinary skills with the durability and timeless charm of cast iron cookware.

[omichef]

The Best Cookware and Kitchenware Brand in India

Cooking is an art, and to create a masterpiece, you need the right tools. Omichef is a brand that understands this and brings to you a range of premium quality cookware and kitchenware products that make cooking easy and enjoyable. We are a brand that is fully based in India, and we take pride in the fact that all our products are made in India. Our products are made using only the best quality materials and are designed to last for years.

Pressure Cookers

Pressure cookers are an essential part of every kitchen. They help you cook food faster and retain its nutritional value. At Omichef, we have a range of pressure cookers that are perfect for all your cooking needs. Our pressure cookers are made using premium quality stainless steel and are designed to last for years. They come in different sizes to suit your cooking needs, and their easy-to-use features make them a must-have in every kitchen.

Gas Stoves

Gas stoves are the heart of every kitchen. They are used to cook food on a daily basis and need to be sturdy and reliable. At Omichef, we have a range of gas stoves that are made using premium quality materials and are designed to last for years. Our gas stoves come in different sizes and designs to suit your kitchen décor, and their easy-to-use features make cooking a breeze.

Hard Anodized Utensils

Hard anodized utensils are a must-have in every kitchen. They are durable and easy to clean, making them perfect for daily use. At Omichef, we have a range of hard anodized utensils that are made using premium quality materials and are designed to last for years. Our hard anodized utensils come in different sizes and designs to suit your cooking needs, and their non-stick properties make cooking and cleaning a breeze.

Cast Iron Utensils

Cast iron utensils are perfect for slow-cooking and are ideal for dishes that require even heat distribution. At Omichef, we have a range of cast iron utensils that are made using premium quality materials and are designed to last for years. Our cast iron utensils come in different sizes and designs to suit your cooking needs, and their heat retention properties make them perfect for slow-cooking.

Packaging

At Omichef, we understand the importance of packaging. We believe that good packaging not only protects the product but also adds value to it. That is why we have designed our packaging to be sturdy and attractive. Our packaging not only protects the product but also makes it look attractive, making it perfect for gifting purposes.

Combos for Gifting Purposes

At Omichef, we understand the importance of gifting. That is why we have designed combos that make perfect gifts for your loved ones. Our combos are designed to suit different occasions and come in attractive packaging. They make the perfect gift for weddings, birthdays, and other special occasions.

Conclusion

Omichef is a brand that is fully based in India and takes pride in the fact that all its products are made in India. We believe in using only the best quality materials and designing products that are built to last. Our range of cookware and kitchenware products are perfect for all your cooking needs and are designed to make cooking easy and enjoyable. Our packaging and combos make our products perfect for gifting purposes. With Omichef

[mildmayfoxe]

the thing about having roommates is i HAVE cast irons. but they’re in the basement and i don’t use them because i have roommates. i just bought a VERY cute set of four little dessert size plates with poppies on them from a secondhand store the other week but i’m afraid to actually put them in the kitchen because i have roommates. the last set of little plates i bought has gone almost completely missing, two knives from my set of good knives disappeared some years ago, a vintage bowl from my grandmother from the 40s completely disappeared. i feel like i can’t put anything i actually care about in shared living spaces because i don’t trust anyone! and i don’t want to ban people from using my stuff because that’s not fair!

[jam-blue]

Being an adult and the primary cook in my house is that I have the constant need to want better pots and pans

[monsterbutch]

my only pan is getting a little scuffed and since it's nonstick i'm afraid to keep using it 😬

[traditionalproduct]

Journey to Artistic Cuisine: Exploring Copper, Cast Iron and Stoneware Cookware

Food preparation is about more than just the products and recipes you pick. It's also about the tools you use. And when it comes to cooking tools, a lot of people are following the retro style and going back to the classic look and feel of old cookware. Most people who like old-fashioned cooking choose copper cookware, cast iron cookware, copper utensils, stoneware cookware, and Indian tools. Each of these has its own benefits and retro appeal, but when used together, they change the way you cook by combining classic style with strong functionality.  Cookware and tools made of copper are popular in vintage settings because they quickly and evenly transfer heat. If you need to keep the temperature just right for a recipe, copper pan is the best way to do it. The lovely reddish-brown color is another thing that makes your kitchen look more elegant. Cast iron utensils, on the other hand, makes us think of simpler times when strong, slow-cooked meals were the norm. These pieces are strong and long-lasting, and with the right care, they can last for generations. It's thought to make the food contain more iron, and it keeps the heat steady, making it great for recipes that need to cook slowly and steadily. Even after decades, these pieces are still valuable and useful, so the money spent on them was well spent. With its matte finish and warm colors, stoneware dinnerware gives a kitchen a sense of history and style. Stoneware doesn't just look nice; it also keeps heat very well, so your food cooks properly and stays warm longer. This old-fashioned material for dishes can often go in the oven and gives baking an old-fashioned look. It adds a classic touch to the table setting, which makes the meal even more special. Finally, we look into the wide range of Indian cooking tools. Indian cooking has a long past that goes back thousands of years. Over that time, the tools used have changed to match the depth and variety of the food. The traditional Tawa (flat pan) or the karahi (similar to a pan) are both cooking tools that are often well-made and have elaborate carvings. Besides being useful, it brings a cultural story to your kitchen and gives you a whole new way to cook. To sum up, old cookware and utensils are more than just tools for cooking. They're also family heirlooms and collectibles that can add a touch of history and custom to your meals. Using traditional Indian tools and cooking in copper, cast iron, or stoneware lets you try new skills and gives your food a nostalgic taste. In addition, their high quality construction and classic design make it easy to turn any modern kitchen into a timeless cooking haven. In a time when everything is disposable, picking these long-lasting pieces that can be passed down from generation to generation is not only good for the environment, it also helps keep the charm and essence of traditional cooking alive. So, whether you're a professional chef or just like to cook at home, using old tools could give your cooking adventures a new twist. Not only is it about making food, but also about enjoying the process of cooking in a space that takes you back to a time when making food was a slow, quiet process. And that's for sure why old cookware isn't just a trend in cooking, but also a popular and growing way of life.

[tiredfox64]

I HAVE BEEN HIT WITH A VISION FROM THE ELDER GODS!

You can see from miles away that Bi Han is touch starved as hellll, im talking STARVING.... so I honestly see that man just feeling turned on from simple kisses. Like, 1 min of kisses, BAM, ready to go! I feel like that intimacy may get him going, since thats a rare thing in his life

This isn't a request for a fic ( unless you want it to be 👀 ) but I am obsessed with Bi Han and I just realised this while drinking my coffee this morning

Just Some Kisses

Prior notes: I fuck with your vision! So I did something short cause how could I not work with that even though this was not originally a request.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: Suggestive hehe

You were feeling extra lovey today. Just the sight of your boyfriend made you all giggly and your heart warm up like a cast iron on a hot Arizona day in July. Okay, maybe not that hot but you get the picture. Fresh baked cookies kind of warm. Yeah, that’s better.

You were practically skipping over to Bi-Han’s office where you strolled in all innocently. He didn’t look up but he knew it was you walking in. Usually you would sit next to him or anywhere else in his office when you came to spend time with him. Nope. Today was different. Your seat would be Bi-Han himself.

You came closer to Bi-Han and started straddling his lap. You caught him by surprise. This was the first time you ever did this. He’s not complaining surprisingly.

He was about to question you until he felt your lips on his face. All over his face actually. You were leaving kisses wherever you could as you held his face in a loving manner. His cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, even neck. You didn’t see it but Bi-Han was starting to blush. Awww he likes it.

He didn’t know what to do with his hand. No one has ever done this to him or given him this much attention. His hands were gripping the arms of his chair while you were kissing his neck. You heard him make a low growling noise that you took as a sign of delight. You were right but he was also struggling to contain himself.

When you started making out with him that was the hardest part for Bi-Han. Feeling your soft lips against his was pleasurable torture especially once you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Your hands were feeling him up. One hand was sliding down his chest while the other went to his hair, letting his hair down from its once tight bun. Damn! This felt too fantastic for him. Your fingers running through his hair was the final nail in the coffin. You felt his hands grab onto you and squeezed you gently. He let out a groan before tearing his face away from you.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked innocently.

Oh you sure did do something.

Bi-Han pushed you down on his lap more and you finally felt his hard on. How the heck did you miss his bulge?! You saw how embarrassed Bi-Han was. He was all hot and bothered, not very used to being kissed, touched, and loved this much. You didn’t even mean to get him started like this. The man was really struggling to hold himself back. He froze the arms of the chair trying to contain himself. But now that you know…ah fuck it!

With one arm he picked you up while the other arm swept his desk clean of anything. Every paper and writing utensil fell to the ground. He placed you on his desk, pressing himself against you. Now you’re the priority. The work can wait, he can’t. He’s all horned up and ready to go! Don’t make him wait any longer after you teased him like that.

You didn’t even mean it but okay, go off I guess.

Well, hope you have fun—oh my gosh

Oh damn is he gonna pay to fix your clothes?

Wow, i didn’t know you were that flexible!

I’ve never seen that position before WHEN DID HE LEARN THAT?!

You two are making a lot of noise…oh…he wants that…cool.

The desk is squeaking HAVE SOME MERCY!

Woah! Alright! That’s a lot that came out!

You uh…you need a tissue? Or some Bounty paper towels? A towel actually?

He definitely was touched starved, ohhh mighty.

After notes: You spat this vision out at me. I’m more of a tea vision kind of person but coffee visions work too.

[jungle-angel]

Chaos In The Kitchen (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob and his siblings should never be in the kitchen together, especially prepping for the big barbecue on the 4th

Warnings: Parenthood, Bob and his siblings being a chaotic mess, Meemaw having to control everybody etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia

Bob pushed the door open with the toe of his shoe, his ears bombarded by the cacophony of noise coming from the kitchen. Pans and pots clattered to the floor along with utensils, loud curses and swears flew from the doorway along with some rather colorful insults.

"......You're a fucking idiot Michael! Why would you do that?!"

"How was I supposed to know it would do that, SEAN?!"

"You two dickheads almost lit the kitchen on fire!"

"Stay outta this Reagan!"

"No I'm not gonna stay out of it! You know why? Because I am the keeper of the one collective brain cell the four of you share!"

Bob made a face and set the grocery bags down at the threshold of the door. The kitchen was a mess, completely covered in flour and smatterings of vanilla. Something had burned in the cast iron pan while Bob's brothers and oldest sister continuously argued over who had almost burned down the kitchen.

"HOLY MOSES!" Meemaw exclaimed as she came through the storm door in the kitchen with a basket of elderberries.

Everyone froze, two of them swallowing nervously.

"Um........Meemaw......we can explain.........." Eugene said.

"Please do, I'd love to hear it," she said sarcastically.

No one spoke, too nervous to rouse the wrath of their grandmother.

"I trust ya'll knuckleheads to get one thing......one damn thing made......and ya'll nearly burn down the kitchen," Meemaw pointed out.

"It was Sean's idea," Michael said, yelping when Sean stamped his older brother's foot.

"That is IT!" Meemaw declared. "Out! Out! Git on outta my kitchen! Out! Go cause trouble somewhere else!"

The five disgruntled siblings, Liam, Reagan, Eugene, Sean and Michael, all filed out the storm door to go see what else needed doing.

"Sorry ya'll had to see that Bob," Meemaw apologized.

"Nothing I haven't seen before Meemaw," Bob answered, trying not to laugh.

Him and Meemaw set to work, trying to get the kitchen cleaned up before the barbecue commenced. "Hopefully none of'em lose a finger or a hand when they set the fireworks off tonight," Meemaw chuckled.

Bob laughed a little bit. "I dunno Meemaw, but we'll find out," Bob replied.

"In the meantime we're gonna need to get this place cleaned up and bakin," she said. "Not that I wanna have the ovens goin but I guess the mini-splits will help with that. Any idea where (y/n) went?"

"She went to go get Auggie's birthday cake from the grocery store," Bob answered. "I think Dad, Papa and Hawk all went to go get them meat."

"Well, if anything they'll be a while," Meemaw remarked. "In the meantime, you and me are gonna get this shit movin."

Meemaw pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses from the hutch cabinet in the hallway. "Two for the chefs, one for the dish," she joked.

Bob and Meemaw set to work on the pies and other baked goods, hoping they would be ready in time for the picnic. Meemaw had pulled the Hoosier Pie from the fridge, the cream filling having set overnight and needing only a liberal sprinkling of cinnamon over the top.

"Was this your mom's recipe?" Bob asked.

"Nah that was my Meemaw's recipe," Meemaw laughed. "She used to make it every summer and maybe at Thanksgiving. I remember when we'd bring your dad, aunts and uncles up to their place in Indiana every year for Thanksgiving and she'd make it."

Bob laughed at the stories Meemaw had told about her time growing up on the farm in Indiana and how she had met Papa after he had tried to sneak a slice of her gram's pie from the window.

The cream and pudding pies were stuck in the fridge to set while the huckleberry pie was quickly pulled from the oven and the apple one stuck right in. The shoofly pie had been a recipe from Meemaw's friend, Ethel, a fiery little Mennonite woman from Pennsylvania and who had been very close with Meemaw while their husbands were serving in Korea.

Finally, everything was done. Bob had never seen so many pies in his entire life. "I don't think I can look at another pie for a long time," he laughed.

"You and me both Bobby," Meemaw chuckled.

The door opened and you stuck the red, white and blue cake on the counter. "I hate holiday grocery shopping," you groaned.

Bob coiled his arms around you and kissed your cheek. "It came out great though," he remarked.

You couldn't have agreed more. The red, white and blue cake was absolutely huge with an edible photo of Captain America on the front of it. "Has Auggie seen it yet?" Bob asked.

"I don't think so," you said. "We'll wait till after dinner tonight to show him."

You joined your husband and your grandmother-in-law in the kitchen to get everything else ready, enjoying yourselves as you smelled all the tantalizing scents of the meat being cooked outside. Of course there had been chaos, but you and Bob enjoyed yourselves nonetheless.

[zishtatraditions]

All Cast Iron Combo-Kadai-Tawa-Appachatti-Paddu-Pan | Zishta.com

All Cast Iron combo is for those who are in love with Cast Iron Products and want to refurbish their homes with Cast Iron Cookware. 

This combo has one Medium Size Kadai, Cast Iron Tawa, Appachatti and one 9 cavities Kuzhipaniyara Pan. 

[petermorwood]

Flammkuchen / Tarte Flambeé / "German pizza"

This evening I found a slab of Speck (strong-smoked bacon) in the freezer that I didn't know we had, there was half an onion and a tub of Lithuanian sour cream in the fridge, so @dduane decided to try Flammkuchen.

Originally, so the story goes, it was made by bakers as a pre-thermometer way to check the temperature of their wood-fired ovens (and provide a quick snack at the same time).

Tarte flambée is the French name, but "German Pizza" or indeed any sort of pizza it certainly isn't; there's neither tomato sauce nor cheese, and no yeast in the dough.

Whether it's German or French depends on who you ask, since it originates from the province of Alsace, an area which has changed hands a lot in the past couple of centuries and whose ownership has been A Source Of Friction Between Guess Who for almost as long.

To stay neutral, the recipe DD used is Swiss. ;->

Here's the translation:

*****

Alsatian tarte flambée

This delicious speciality from Alsace is also ideal for an aperitif. Thinly rolled bread dough with sour cream, onions and bacon cubes!

350g flour (12½ oz) 1.25 tsp salt 2 dl water (6.7 US fl oz / .42 US pt) 2 tbsp olive oil 200 g crème fraîche / sour cream (7 oz) 2 onions (we had less, so used less...) 120 g farmer's (thick, well-smoked) bacon in slices (4¼ oz) a small grind of pepper

And this is how it's done:

Mix flour and salt in a bowl. Pour in water and oil, mix and knead into a soft, smooth dough. Form the dough into a ball, cover and let it rest at room temperature for about 30 minutes.

Preheat oven to 240 degrees (464 F). Halve the dough and roll it out into an oval shape about 3 mm thick (1/10 inch) on a lightly floured surface. Place the dough on two baking sheets lined with baking paper.

Spread the crème fraîche / sour cream over the dough, leaving a border of approx. 1 cm (½ inch) free all around. Peel the onions, cut them into fine rings, cut the bacon into strips, spread both over the crème fraîche / sour cream and season.

Baking per tray: approx. 12 minutes each on the bottom shelf of the oven.

*****

Since this was our first time making Flammkuchen, we baked them one at a time to check for errors. There were none (Swiss recipe!) and 12 minutes was exactly right to produce this result both times:

DD needs to be careful because of IBS so they were made with mostly bacon on one side, mostly onion on the other, and with a glass of cool white wine they made an excellent Sunday supper.

Next time, now we know how well this recipe works, we'll be more generous with the toppings. :->

Incidentally, rather than baking-trays or the pizza stone we need to replace (ceramic utensils, tile floors and gravity Do Not Mix Well) we used the cast-iron griddle which in summer often goes on the BBQ...

... and gave the oven a thorough pre-heating, then transferred the Flammkuchen in and out with a peel, all of which worked splendidly.

That tip about using baking paper is excellent, BTW: no sticking, no spillage, no washing up. I bet it'll work with other things as well.

Like, for instance, more Flammkuchen... ;->

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

⚔️ 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Staff of the Cauldron Carrier
Staff, uncommon (requires attunement by a spellcaster) ___ This iron and brass staff holds a cauldron at its end. Despite its materials, it only weighs as much as a normal staff. While you're attuned to it, you gain a +1 bonus to any ability check using alchemy supplies, cook's utensils, or an herbalism kit. 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨. The staff has 3 charges and regains all expended charges daily at dawn. While holding the staff, you can use an action to expend 1 or more of its charges to cast one of the following spells, using your spell save DC and spell attack bonus: "burning hands" (1 charge), "create food and water" (3 charges), "detect poison and disease" (1 charge), "heat metal" (2 charges), or "purify food and drink" (1 charge). This version of the "create food and water" spell grants 1d6 + 4 temporary hit points to any creature that consumes a meal that it creates. The food created by the spell is delicious. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

[traditionalproduct]

Rustic Elegance: Enhancing Your Kitchen with Cast Iron, Copper & Stoneware Cookware 

Readers of this piece will learn about the beauty of old cookware. Even though cooking styles have changed and grown over the years, there is still something interesting and charming about old cookware. Classics like cast iron grill pans, cast iron induction cookware, copper tools, and stoneware cookware will always be welcome in the home of anyone who loves old things. They not only give your kitchen a beautiful, old-fashioned look, but they are also good for you and last a long time. A cast iron grill pan is one of the best tools a cook can have. This traditional cooking item is made to last and spreads heat evenly, so your food will always be cooked perfectly. They become a piece of history that gets better with age as you use them. On top of that, the fact that it has a non-stick surface without any harmful chemicals makes it even more famous. Similarly, cast iron induction cookware has many perks that can't be compared. Unlike other materials, cast iron keeps heat longer, so the heat can spread evenly across its surface. This means that your food won't be cooked differently. By making a magnetic field, induction, a relatively new technique, speeds up the heating process. It takes less time and adds a tasty twist to your food with this one-of-a-kind mix of old and new. On the other hand, copper tools are a sign of class and power. The pinkish-orange glossy shine not only makes your kitchen look better, but it's also good for you in many ways. The best thing about using copper in cooking is that it transfers heat very well. It will heat up your food faster, which will cut down on cooking time and energy use. Some people also say that food cooked in copper pots and pans gets small amounts of copper that are good for your health. It makes your defense system stronger, helps your body make new cells, and keeps your blood vessels flexible. Stoneware cooking is also praised for being beautifully handcrafted and lasting a very long time. It has been loved since the beginning of time and is still loved today. It slowly transfers heat, which keeps the food's natural tastes while keeping it from burning or cooking too much. This kind of pan is useful for more than just cooking; it can also be used to bake, broil, or grill. They can also go in the oven and are great for keeping food warm on the table. Stoneware cookware not only gives your kitchen a touch of old-world charm, but it also makes you enjoy cooking in a whole new way. Adding old tools to your kitchen has more benefits than you might think, whether you're a seasoned chef or just starting out. You might want to buy things like a cast iron grill pan, cast iron induction cookware, copper tools, or stoneware cookware. They not only work very well, but their style, sophistication, and charm make them a gift to have and a joy to use. By switching to these old choices, you can make cooking an unforgettable experience while honoring the wisdom and charm of the past.

[peachesofteal]

Mother

The angst speaks to my soul

The last chapter was perfect the ending might have broken me in the perfect way

May we get some non Canon or even Canon fluff just to hold us over and or heal those it highly effected

I’m so happy you liked chapter 8, and I appreciate your support so dearly 🖤

Dead Disco canon fluff below 👇

“Oh my god.” You giggle, wooden spoon scraping against the cast iron, working against the de-glazing process exactly like he told you not to do.

“Darling, please. Let me-“

“Uh, no.” You look aghast when he tries to pull the utensil towards him, digging in with your grip and fake outrage. “This is my dish.”

“And yer butcherin’ it.”

“Johnny!” You sound pissed, but you’re smiling, wide and happily, and it just fucking melts him to his core.

He loves you so much.

“C’mere.” He cares less about dinner now, and more about getting you in his arms.

“The sauce-“

“Fuck the sauce. Ye wanted dumplings anyway, didn’t ye?” You press your face into his chest and he wants to squeeze you, pull you inside his body so he can carry you around all the time. You nod shyly, and then look up, eyes wide, beautiful and sweet. Perfect. Half of his whole world. “I love ye, darling.” You turn your head, ear resting over his heart. “But ye’re a terrible cook.”

“Am not!” You gasp and push off as Simon appears from the bathroom, fresh out of the shower, towel slung low around his hips.

“Not what?”

“A terrible cook.” You’re pouting now, arms crossed over your chest. You’re cute this way too, stubborn and full of bite, of sass. A challenge. It’s Simon’s favorite.

“Aww, you’re not that bad darling. Why would he say that?” He peers at the pan, half burnt black bits in the bottom of the cream sauce, and winces.

“Dinnae worry. We’re gettin’ dumplings.” You purse your lips, and Simon flicks the stove all the way off, before wrapping you up around where you’ve still got your arms crossed.

“You love dumplings.” You shrug, and he smiles into your hair. “Deciding to be stubborn tonight?”

“No.” You pause. “Maybe.” Johnny watches the two of you, the way you fit in Simon’s arms, the way you stare up at him, half of a brattish smirk on your face.

A shiver races up his spine when he watches Simon’s hand trace down your arm to your lower belly, where he pushes you backwards until you’re completely flush with him.

“Darling.” Simon croons. “How about we eat a late dinner instead?”

[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 5

Masterpost

(What the frick is the bat guy about???)

They did serious damage to Lexy’s credit card in the form of a cast iron pan, a pot, basic cooking utensils and a four-person set of dishware before they even made it to the grocery store.

Peter tried not to go nuts there. He really did. But Kon had that empty kitchen! And to be honest, shopping was major wish fulfillment. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be eating all of the food he got way into it. They stocked up on easy freezer food like pizza rolls and fries. They got pasta mixes and jarred sauces and they got snacks and sweets. He even got Kon baking basics. It might take Kon a while to get into his fresh bread era, but it was going to happen. Peter was calling it now. Kon was just that kind of guy.

The last thing he got was meat. Meat and cheese and fresh vegetables. Peter ended up putting back half of what he initially put in the cart because, honestly, Kon didn’t have a massive super appetite and he didn’t know how to cook yet. Vegetables were just going to go bad, so he only got what he planned to use that night. He also stocked Kon up on breakfast supplies- bread and jam, eggs, sausage, coffee and tea and juice.

‘I wish I was staying with Kon to eat this. I’m going to be hungry again tomorrow.’

Peter pushed down that greedy little thought where it belonged. He was going to be eating lunch and dinner with Kon tonight, since they were cooking together. That was already really generous on Kon’s part. He couldn’t ask for more.

The boys ended up making spaghetti. Peter wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he could cut onion and garlic to cook meat in, shred in carrots and zucchini, and add a jar of red sauce to make something nutritionally dense that tasted really good. Kon hovered over his shoulder watching this process and making faux sports commentary. 

“Go away!” Peter shoved Kon with his shoulder, laughing. “Go start the garlic bread.”

“...Garlic bread?” Kon asked hopefully. He seemed way younger than he was sometimes. “You can make that at home?”

“You can, if you get to cutting garlic really small.” Peter tossed him a bulb without looking.

They ate dinner while watching some drama that Kon picked out on a streaming service. “Holy shit,” Kon said quietly after his first bite. He put down the plate and took a photo.

Peter snorted. Kon must have sent it to someone because his phone went off constantly after that.

He wasn’t even done eating their late lunch when he first wondered where he was going to sleep tonight. Peter stared down into his pasta like it might have some answers. When should he leave? What would he say if Kon asked for his phone number? He didn’t have one. He couldn’t give Kon the number to the phone he had on him– he was pretty sure that he really should get rid of it in case someone was tracking him. 

He should ask first. If he directed the conversation it would be easier to be normal than if he was just answering questions. So Peter swallowed hard, made himself smile, and said, “This was fun. Wanna hang out again?”

Kon noisily slurped down some sauce and wiggled in place while he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, we should!” he agreed. “You uh, free later this week?”

He was jobless and homeless with no other acquaintances. 

“I have some time,” Peter said casually. “I’m kinda busy tomorrow, but the day after? Should I come over in the afternoon?”

“Yeah!” Kon bounced up off his seat for a moment. “We can finish the projects. Or work on them, at least.” He screwed his face up with a thought. “Can I get your handle or number, in case my work pops up?”

Peter’s smile turned fixed. “Actually, not now,” he said as casually as he could manage. “I dropped my phone in water. I just have my Dad’s old phone right now for emergencies.” He didn’t need to add that lie, but what if he needed to pull out the flip phone later? He didn’t want Kon to think that he just hadn’t wanted to give his number.

Kon laughed. “That sucks, man,” he empathized. 

Oh thank Thor, he bought it. 

The fabric was dry by then, so Peter helped Kon cut it out and sew it into place. Kon modeled his new look in the living room and then took approximately two hundred selfies while Peter worked on his project. Kon eventually flopped down on the sofa upside down and started sketching out design ideas. Peter glanced over and saw what looked like a boob window cut into some kind of top.

…Kon would look great in it. Peter didn’t comment. He smiled a little more when he went back to cutting out pieces for his own jacket.

“Smile!”

Peter looked over on reflex and cheesed. A shutter went off. “Can I send that to my friends?” Kon asked, so casually that Peter knew it mattered a lot. “Cassie says no way did I meet someone without her.”

“Go ahead.” Peter gave a thumbs up for reasons even he did not understand. Good thing he wasn’t a weird little guy! 

Kon looked relieved. There was less tension when he went back to looking at his phone. “Thanks, man. You want to think about dinner soon? You’ve been working for a couple of hours.”

Peter had to blink a few times to process that. Oh yeah, he was pretty stiff. He stretched experimentally. “You’re right,” he said, mildly surprised. “Huh. What did you have in mind?”

Kon shrugged. “Pizza?”

Peter hummed. “We can pull that off,” he decided. “We have… two more jars of marinara, one will do. Cheese, the bell peppers- yeah, that’ll work.” He stood in a smooth movement. “Could you get the flour down from where we put it- yeah, thanks.” Kon hovered back down and handed him the bag.

“I meant that we should order it,” Kon said, but he didn’t protest. “You can make pizza? At home?” He was delighted by this new information.

“You can make basically anything at home,” Peter said, because it apparently needed to be said. “Can you look up a pizza dough recipe?” He got out the salt and tried to remember where he’d put yeast.

Pizza did not go quite as smoothly as the pasta had. Kon brutalized the dough by over mixing it and the gluten developed bonds strong enough to rival the Hulk. But it was still edible! Kon was openly delighted with what he had made. Peter stole sideways glances at him, wondering if he should reassure that it was a great first try.

‘..I’m not sure he knows that it’s really tough,’ Peter decided. He said nothing. They watched one episode of Kon’s selected drama before Peter decided it was time to go.

Kon seemed surprised when Peter said that. He blinked at him a few times. “It felt like I was at the tow- a sleepover,” he said self consciously. He forced a laugh. “Yeah. You wanna leave your stuff here?”

Peter looked around Kon’s surgically clean living room and wondered if Lexy’s cleaning staff would throw away his stuff. “Yeah, sure,” he said, because it wasn’t like he had a place to store a project. “I appreciate that.”

He left not much later, making his excuses and backing out into the night with dread that he didn’t want to face curling in his gut. The feeling intensified as he got down to the lobby of Kon’s apartment building.

It was dark out, even with the streetlights on. The air was cold against his face. Peter huddled into his jacket, hand wound tightly around the strap of the bag with everything he owned in it.

At least he knew the time. It was a little past 10 pm.

He needed a shower and to sleep. The gym should be empty now. He could break back in, shower, and then go sleep on the library couch again. Even if the librarian came in early again, he could get a few hours of sleep.

He woke up again to the sound of keys in the door downstairs. This time he woke up feeling much better rested. Peter wandered blearily until he found a clocktower and realized it was nearly 9 am. Nice. He was working on his sleep debt, then. He surely hadn’t spent more than an hour between traveling to the gym, showering, and getting to the couch last night. That was maybe 9.5, 10 hours of sleep?

He left to a new hotel for a breakfast buffet. This one was particularly sad. He had two pieces of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk before he heard the front door staff quietly phone someone else asking if they had any teenagers staying at the moment. He left pretty quickly after that and walked for a while, heart pounding. The police didn’t descend on him with sirens and lights, so he was probably okay.

‘I can’t go back there.’

Later that day, Peter grimaced and took a moment to indulge in burying his face in his hands. He was overwhelmed and he still felt shitty and dirty and gross despite his shower. Maybe it was getting spotted as a homeless teen eating from the buffet? Yeah. Probably that.

He was in the library again, sitting in front of one of the older computers and hoping he'd get a reply from a potential client who had asked for some information. 

Maybe it was a little weird to spend all day in the library. He was on notice for librarians acting like they wanted him to clear out, just in case.

But, assuming no one had any problems with it, why not spend most of his daylight hours there? He could study computer science, use the computers to do his work, and be somewhere temperature controlled for free. They also had pitchers of coffee and tea for free that he took advantage of. 

He was hungry, though. He was always hungry. Maybe it had been a mistake to go to Kon’s house. It almost felt worse to be hungry again after eating everything he wanted two meals in a row. Peter suppressed despair. He was doing his best! He was taking care of himself.

"Is everything alright?" 

Peter shot up and gave a sheepish grin to the librarian. He hadn't noticed her approaching, but he'd been lost in his head. "It's fine," he said. 

The older woman gave him a sympathetic smile. "Well, let me know if there's anything I can help with. It's what I'm here for." 

Oh. Before she could turn away he blurted out, "College!" 

Her face lit up. "Are you applying?" 

"I need to." Peter wrung his hands together. "But I don't know where to start. I want to go somewhere with a strong sciences program but I think I need to go there on scholarship." 

She sat down beside him, an easy smile on her face like this was a topic that she enjoyed. “Do you care about where it is?”

Peter shook his head. “It would be best if I could stay in NYC since I know here, but I’m willing to go anywhere that meets those conditions.”

She nodded slowly. “There’s a few places I can think of.” She hesitated. “Do you expect to be eligible for testing related scholarships?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, who was so good at tests but would probably falsify the results that he needed if he didn’t manage to take tests in time. “I test well. Very well.”

“That’s great! And you said sciences? Technological sciences?” she didn’t glance at his current computer science book, but she didn’t have to. 

“Yes,” he said, not entirely sure what he should be focusing on. Engineering, to build some kind of portal? Astrophysics like Dr. Foster, to find an Einstein-Rosen bridge? He’d have to get his foot in the door to figure out what was going on in the fields here. Shit, he should have looked into that already. 

“And you would be looking to live by yourself, on campus? Or off? With family?”

“By myself,” Peter said, and wow that was depressing. “And whichever way is cheapest.” He cringed as he said it. That felt pathetic too. He wanted to say he wanted to live on campus since he’d be more likely to meet people that way. But honestly, he had no resources, at all. He couldn’t afford to be picky. 

The librarian’s smile was a bit fixed now. “I… I almost hate to suggest it, but have you considered Gotham?” She continued before Peter had to decide whether or not he should admit he didn’t know that university. “It’s a dangerous city to live in, but it’s very affordable, and there’s extensive funding for the sciences and student support services.”

“...Because it’s a dangerous city and doesn’t get many people?” Peter confirmed.

She was doing her best to keep a poker face. “That’s right. They have a brain drain situation at the moment, so the sciences are really well funded. I think you could probably go there with full support, though that might be contingent on taking an internship or job in Gotham after graduation.”

Huh. He considered it. He’d never heard of Gotham, so it had to be a city that didn’t exist back home. But so what? How bad could it be? It was like, Chicago or something? He could handle that. He was Spiderman. He was an Avenger, sort of. So he directed a real smile at the librarian. “If I could get a full scholarship there, I would go in a heartbeat,” Peter said. “Thanks for the suggestion! I’ll look into the university there.”

The librarian patted the side of his chair as she stood up. “Wonderful! Let me know if you change your mind or have any questions!”

He ended up having a lot of questions, actually, once he started looking into Gotham, but he didn’t think, “What the frick is the vampire bat guy about?” was what she’d had in mind.

[alabaster-the-crow]

Cottage Witch, Common Sense (Pt.2)

Part 1 Here

There is a difference between a toilet plunger and a sink plunger, and yes it does matter.

Do not use steel wool on no stick pans, it destroys the enamel.

There is a difference between all purpose flour and self rising flour, and yes it does matter.

You're better off buying the organic honey (local is even better), the other stuff is sugar syrup.

If your honey is beginning to crystalize you can fix it by simmering (not boiling) water, and dipping the honey bottle/jar into the water.

There is a difference between simmering and boiling, and yes it does matter.

Laundry detergent can be used in your mop water for cleaning floors.

There is a difference between dish soap and regular soap, I can't stress this one enough, YES it does matter.

Do not use ANY soap (yes, including dish soap) on your cast iron utensils unless you want everything you cook to taste like soap.

To properly clean cast iron scrub with hot water and steel wool till all the food residue is gone, then put in the oven and heat it for 30 minutes to an hour.

[alwaysbethewest]

For @mourningbirds1 💞 as part of the fandom friendship exchange that @swiftiscruff created. Clare, you have been such a dear and vital friend to me these last few years—always there and always kind to me even when I'm struggling to be kind to myself. I'm hoping with everything I have that this year is better to you, especially as you settle into your new home (!!!). I'm proud of you for getting to this point and never giving up. And I hope this moodboard and the little fantasy ficlet below will make you smile ❤️

Him/You, 360 words. Just sweet domesticity.

The house needs a fresh coat of paint. He drives you to the store and the two of you split up on either side of the aisle so you can focus on the important task of choosing sample colors while he passes the time gathering rollers and tape, and he’s even good enough not to look too impatient when your job takes three times as long as his.

You don’t tell him you’d gotten distracted contemplating which shades of blue would best complement his deep brown eyes.

At home the unfurnished rooms echo and you can hear him humming to himself in the kitchen where he’s unpacking the essentials while you set to work painting swatches on the bedroom wall.

The essentials, according to him, comprise:

The coffee maker.

The bed.

End of list.

And not that you’d entirely disagreed but you’d tacked on a haul of groceries, dishes and utensils, bath towels, toiletries, and several boxes of books that will eventually need shelves.

You’re finishing the final coat when he appears in the doorway with a cup of coffee, and as he hands it to you and collapses to lounge on the bed, too sexy for his own good, you think he may have had it right after all.

The house takes shape. The books find a home on new pine shelving, the walls are spruced up in airy, neutral shades, and you end up with dirt under your fingernails and a satisfying ache in your back from tilling the soil and sowing seeds in the back garden.

He continues fueling you with freshly brewed coffee and soothing your back with his strong hands at the end of the day, and you keep him well-fed as you get to know your new kitchen and well-loved as you break in the bed.

And with time the space fills in to become a sanctuary, housing only the things you love best—your mid-century velvet-upholstered chair, your heavy cast iron skillet, the books and records and precious knick-knacks you’ve collected over the years—and him, held solid and warm and sweet in your arms. Right at home.