#cheesy corndog

[kkimura]

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大のチーズ好きな私が、人生で一度は韓国ハットグを食べてチーズがビヨーンって伸びるのをやってみたかったのですが、近くで買えるお店がないので、3種類自分で作ってみました！思ってたのより100倍美味しくてびっくり？夢が叶いました！

My dream has come true finally…

As a huge cheese fan, I’ve always wanted to eat cheesy crunchy Korean corn dogs but I couldn’t find a place that I can get them near me. So I decided to make one by my self! It was 100 times tastier than I imagined : ) Enjoy!

[vladdyissues]

[butterflyheart-me]

Here’s a speedy version of my mukbang. If I get at least 10 youtube likes I ‘ll post full normal paced 6 minute video

[citrusitonit]

watching mukbangs. i want to order food online but a drop off place is wayy too far i migt die before i even get me food

[pompomposting]

he is eating a cheesy corndog

[lavendertales]

shut up & listen—Eddie Munson x f!reader**

summary: weeks worth of tension, accumulated throughout your blossoming romance with Eddie, finally blow up one evening.

word count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, piv (safe), cunnilingus, fingering, slight male masturbation, Eddie likes to tease you. song inspo.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

A/N: well, you asked, and you shall receive! this is part 2 of Tongue twister, but it can be read as a standalone as well. thank you so much for all the love you’ve shown the first part, it’s insane! hope you enjoy this one as well 😌

gif: @nowadayz​ 

Nervous doesn’t even begin to cover what goes through your body right now.

Though unspoken, the tension burning in between you and Eddie had been raised to a boiling point tonight. The date had been utterly beautiful: you spent the whole afternoon at a carnival, playing all those silly games that you can never win at—and yet somehow he managed to win you a stuffed bear— eating corndogs and laughing at all the cheesy couples over there. You didn’t say a damn word about you low-key wanting that same thing with Eddie.

But neither did he.

It’s not like he wants to keep things from you. Not even in the slightest. He’s simply afraid to come on too strong and screw things up with you. There are plenty of things swirling inside his head, some real and serious, and others less than decent.

He doesn’t tell you that his mouth nearly waters every time he sees you, or smells you. He doesn’t tell you that he wants to take the hand that holds yours and bury it in between your legs in hopes of releasing the sweetest, sheet-clutching moans he could think of.

Not yet.

Truth is, he’s not sure how much more of this inner torment he can handle. He would never do anything out of pocket, anything that might hurt you in any way and he’s glad neither of you rushed into anything physical. But Jesus Christ, each time he saw you, he reminisced of that night when you talked about your feelings and made out as you straddled his lap, and he could get hard on command.

And tonight is no exception. You’re wearing a cute skirt and a relatively tight top, and he’s doing his very best to be the perfect gentleman and leave his own little fantasies abandoned in some corner of his mind. He drives you home in that rusty truck that belonged to Wayne, and electricity prickles your skin. You steal side glances at Eddie handling the steering wheel with one hand and you gulp, feeling heat travel all the way to your nether region, and you try to shake off the near loud gasp you let out.

When you arrive, Eddie takes a big, deep breath and looks at you.

“Here we are,” he says with a wicked smile.

“I’d invite you in, but then I’d have to introduce you to my family as my boyfriend and I feel like neither of us is ready for that.”

“Yeah, let’s not put ourselves through that just yet.”

You both giggle, and you clutch tighter onto the teddy bear as you glare lovingly at him.

“It’s still pretty early,” you say. “We could… do something else.”

“Yeah? What you have in mind?”

The simple way he says that, so smooth and yet so intrigued already, lets you know he’s up to no good. One might argue that neither are you.

“Maybe a nightcap in your trailer… some music… and then—“

Your voice dies down as desire takes over, but luckily, Eddie can pretty much tell where all this is headed. He smiles reassuringly, taking your hand in his.

“Sounds amazing,” he says.

You smile brightly. “I’d still need to be home before midnight.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do you, and then make sure you get home safe.”

This time you laugh wholeheartedly, stroking his hand.

“You’re terrible,” you tell him.

“So I’ve been told.”

Oh, but he’s a sucker for you. He’s simply incapable of doing anything less than pleasing you—however that may be. Though right now, that desire to please manifests itself in an almost cruel form. It feels downright painful to spend any more time away from you.

So he drives back to the trailer park, truck now resting in front of his home. His heart lies in his throat still, but the more he glances over at you, the more relaxed and ready he feels.

“Alright,” he announces. “Home sweet home!”

You don’t say anything; you enter the trailer first as he holds the door open for you, and you look around, thinking of all the nights you’ve spent there, getting high and listening to Eddie play his guitar. You can’t help but think tonight will be much different memory to behold once it’ll be done with.

“So, what’s your poison of choice?” he asks you.

You’re not really there, in all honesty. You can’t stop staring at every feature visible on him, eyes landing inevitably on his plush lips as you bite on your own.

“You,” you boldly answer.

That earns a naughty chuckle from Eddie’s side. He inches closer to you, hand trailing down your arm and landing on your hips, pulling you in. Then, he takes another deep breath, eyeing you up and down.

“Oh, sweetheart. You don’t know half the things I have on my mind right about now,” he mutters.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. The things I wanna do…”

“Instead of talking, why don’t you show your work?”

Playfulness sips through your smooth voice, and it gets Eddie’s motor running.

“I sure will, don’t you worry about that,” he smiles and kisses you.

His mouth practically devours yours and his body grinds into yours. Your hands cup his face, a few locks of his curly hair entangled in between your fingers and you chuckle into the kiss. The sound reverberates throughout his whole body, setting it afire at the same time.

Music is long forgotten, and so is the teddy bear Eddie won for you that evening; there are nothing but your breaths to fill the room, the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, the warm bodies beneath them longing to be discovered by the other.

Every nerve in your body simply boils alive when the kiss deepens, getting sloppier with each passing second. Your body bounces against the mattress, with Eddie’s atop of you. His lips pepper the same sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, stopping only to steal another glance at you. A smile erupts from the corners of his lips, one of those wicked ones that you simply could never get enough of.

“You’re the prettiest girl in this godforsaken town,” he says, leaning over to undress you.

“And you’re a pretty good liar.”

He tsks, and you giggle. “You’re so pretty, too.”

He lifts his head again from in between your breasts.

“You think I’m pretty?” he asks, astounded by your confession.

“Yes.”

You both smile as your hands run eager on each other’s bodies, removing the fabrics standing in the way of utter pleasure. There’s a brief pause in between ministrations, Eddie’s eyes gone dark by now, driven with lust. Then, his hands part your legs, causing you to tremble with excitement. You gasp, already in a spiral of frenzy, but when he buries his head there and you feel his tongue circle around your clit, you moan out loud.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie smiles. He’s long craved to taste you in the most intimate way he knew of, and now, he’s like a kid loose in the candy store. He needs to scoop up every ounce of sweet arousal he can get out of you, like he can’t breathe otherwise.

You moan brokenly, on a loop, and he coos you gently. To no avail, though; you can’t stop the sounds emerging from your throat for the life of you. Especially not when Eddie adds a finger to his filthy torment. It nearly causes you to black out, this combination of his tongue’s slurping sounds on your clit and his index pumping in and out of you.

“Eddie—oh God—“

He hums something against your folds, God knows what, but you don’t really care. You start to feel the impending buildup in your belly, threatening to burst at any given point, yet Eddie doesn’t stop. Not even when you grab a handful of his thick locks of hair, pulling him in as much as you can. He eats you out relentlessly, hungrily, the main cause of the obscenely glib sounds from your cunt.

You grunt, almost on the verge of tears at how intensely you can feel every flick of his tongue. It’s only now that Eddie stops. You see him fleetingly licking his lips and staring at you with those big, dark eyes, looking you over in the most hungry, yet oddly appreciative way.

“Shit, you taste so good,” he smirks.

“Why did you stop?” you complain.

Eddie cocks his head to the right, his hands reaching to unzip his jeans and strip out of his clothes. He doesn’t break eye contact with you for even a second, as if he fears he might lose you completely.

He could never, though.

“Because I wanna feel you when I make you come,” he replies.

No argument there, you think.

You swallow harshly around the knot in your throat as Eddie stands before you, finally naked, carefully yet somehow eagerly at the same time taking out a condom to place on his erection. You watch intently, and he catches your eyes just as he strokes himself twice. A smile breaks from his mouth, repeating the motions as he inches closer to you, holding back his own grunts.

“You like watching me do this?” he cheekily asks.

You nod, speechless from the previous overstimulation. You’re watching him jerk off with slow, precise motions, stuck in a trance as you feel yourself get even wetter—if possible. It felt like he was drinking straight from you mere seconds ago, soaking up every ounce of arousal you got for him, and now you’re all wet again.

“You like seeing how hard you make me, huh, sweetheart?”

You could easily cry out from the overstimulation and the anticipation, so you cup his cheeks and pull him down, one leg curled around his waist. Eddie nearly goes ballistic for that particular move: he groans in your mouth, so hard by this point that it hurts to even touch himself. He does it anyway, merely to guide himself to your opening.

You moan in tandem at that first push of his cock through your walls; the rush you both get is simply electric, delicious in its minimalism and almost enough to tip you over the edge. Almost.

Eddie could’ve came right then and there, just sheathed around your warm, tight walls. He takes a breather, locks of curly hair covering his face, but you reach to kiss him again, thus encouraging him to move.

“Fucking hell,” he cusses under his breath. “Fucking hell, you—you’re so warm and—and so—“

“You’re so fucking pretty, Eddie Munson,” you whisper, all in one breath.

He smiles so widely your heart could stop, and he starts to roll his hips against yours. You reward him with moans and breathless encouragements that you know he needs, nay, craves. You know he’s weak for any saccharine words from your side, so you give him—and yourself—exactly what you want.

“You’re the pretty one,” he retorts.

You smile as well, body rocked under the weight of Eddie’s. His pace is slightly disordered, curtesy of your leg curled around his waist to allow him to reach deeper inside you. Your cunt aches for more of him—though you’re aware that that’s physically impossible—even as his thrusts are faster and a little rougher, too. The movements are bred out of pure love and trust, but mostly, an ardent desire to simply have each other.

“Shhh,” he shushes you again, though neither of you has spoken for a while. “Do you hear that?”

You only hear your and his erratic breaths, alongside the hot, squelching sounds emerging from in between your legs. You moan brokenly again, the concoction of sounds creating another pleasure wave that hits your body unexpectedly.

“So wet, baby,” he chuckles—deep, nearly manic and even cocky—and gives you a particularly deep thrust.

“For you,” you coo. “Always—just you.”

“Good.”

There’s jealousy nested inside of Eddie as well. Who would’ve thought?

Maybe he didn’t have a proper reason to be jealous until you entered his life.

You dig your fingernails into the flesh of his arms, and Eddie pushes forward and backward, on and on till he feels that familiar burn in his belly, the one he’s been longing for so long.

But he decides to hold back as much as he can. He needs to feel you come first. He just needs to feel that tightness pulsating around his cock before anything else.

“Eddie—ohhh—Eddie, please, pleasepleaseplease—“

“Please what, sweetheart? Hm? What do you want?”

“Shit, I just—“

“I got you—I got you, c’mon—be a good girl and come for me, hm?”

He’s losing his breath and nearly his consciousness too, but he powers through, struggling to ignore how badly he needs to come. He can tell you’re close, just as he thrusts faster, reaching some hidden spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

The sweet release builds in your belly, then it’s detonated in your cunt as you finally come with a loud moan and the shout of his name staining your lips. The tight feeling of your fluttering walls around him is too much to handle—Eddie comes almost simultaneously with you. His whole body seizes up, and he allows himself to be wrapped in the intoxicating sweetness of you and the pleasure you inevitably bring to him.

You feel like he leaves your heat far too soon, though in reality it must’ve only been like a few seconds. You make a sound to let your complaint be known while Eddie disposes of the condom and chuckles mischievously in your direction. Then he crawls back in bed with you, and you hold your breath. It suddenly hits you: this is the most intimate you’ve ever seen him, and he looks so damn beautiful with his lit up face, completely spent and fucked out. He’s simply mesmerizing.

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

You bite down on your tongue to prevent the words that threaten to leave your mouth so unprompted, it scares even you. Then you shake your head, thus prompting him to not ask any further questions.

He only stares at you, a goofy smile on his face. He says your name, and your heart skips a beat.

“I am… stupidly in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we met.”

Your heart stops altogether. Your chest feels tight with plenty of emotions that you try to prevent from blasting all at once.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask instead.

Eddie shrugs. “I may not be the bravest guy on earth. Call me a coward if you must.”

“I would never.”

You chuckle as he pecks your lips, nose and forehead, and you cuddle at his chest. Eddie smiles; he knows you love him, too.

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[qqtxt]

HIHIHI I really like your page :’)) can I request a pretty soobin fic going on a carousel ride where he confesses his feelings :( my birthday just passed and this is all I want 🫶🏼

(thank you for your time and efforts if you do 💗)

aw beb! belated happy birthday! 💖😛 i hope you got to have a nice time on your special day! i’ll say it right now that i don’t think i’ll be open to requests yet (bc i already started a bunch of things in my drafts and i just wanna get around to finishing those first!) but in future, i might have requests open!

as of now, if anyone does send anything in, just know that there’s a chance it might not get written as requests aren’t “officially” open. (bc again, my drafts is a nightmare 👻) so just a disclaimer if anyone does send anything in.

now! i couldn’t help but just write a small little thing here. hope you like it and again, belated happy birthday! ✨

[🐰] can’t take my eyes off of you 

✿ pairing: soobin x reader / non.idol!au / cheesy fluff / shy!soobin / mentions of food and eating / word count: 695 words ✿ in which soobin tries to tell you how he feels about you... but it doesn’t exactly go as planned... 🎧: can’t take my eyes off of you (cover–craymer, prd–aiivawn) [masterlist 🌸]

everything about today went right. everything except the one main thing that soobin hopes for with his fingers crossed, might as well try to cross his toes while he’s at it, really. the day you were born; the day soobin is thankful he’s met you and has the blessing to call you his friend... soon-to-be partner-in-crime, hopefully?

it was going well. too well. and he feels like his heart is going to fly out of his chest despite how slow the carousel was moving. the day was perfect from the start; a quiet moment in the library together, cafe hopping twice because you have to try that cake! and later you’ll have to try that drink! and the night was coming to an end at the small theme park just across town; nothing like a calming bus ride together before havoc soon ensues when two bunnies run around to the rides and food stalls.

that one! let’s go! you’re dragging him to the carousel but he insists on standing outside the ring to watch you hop on the robot horse. somehow, you’re the only one on the ride and soobin doesn’t know if it’s the sign from the universe to confess, this is the time, now’s the perfect time!

he tries to practice his speech in his mind as he smiles and watches you enjoy the ride with the music-box-like music that fills the environment. the lights twinkle and the movements of the horses up and down paint the scene straight out of a movie. soobin’s mind goes blank the more he watches you, even with the way you’re trying to do silly faces through each spin doesn’t navigate away how beautiful he thinks you look.

his nerves almost clamp down on him and he can feel himself restricting himself with the way his hands turn to fists by his side. he decides it’s now; when the music seems to be the loudest and–”i like you, y/n!”

...

...

the ride came to a stop and the music dies down, with soobin facing his horror when you stop right in front of him. eyes wide, gaping slightly, unmoving. soobin has never wanted to be buried six feet under until now; not with the way he can’t read your expression. every single heart beat that passes when you don’t say anything is adding to the pressure building up in his chest. oh god, he can feel that corndog coming right back up–”took you long enough, handsome.”

the way his face morphs is what makes you laugh the hardest. from being straight up mortified, he’s so confused that his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“w-what?”

“let’s go on the ferris wheel next!”

he had mentally prepared himself for the endless teasing, but nothing would’ve prepared him for the way you’re standing in front of him, holding your hand out for him to hold that he quietly fills the spaces of your fingers with his own, allowing you to pull him to follow your lead.

maybe... maybe it didn’t turn out so bad, afterall.

((the bus ride back to town wasn’t as awkward as soobin had thought. initially, he figured if the confession didn’t go well, he’ll just pretend like he’s asleep the whole way (or pretend he doesn’t exist). none of that is happening, though... when his dreams are a reality with the way you hold onto his hand, playing with his fingers on your lap. he instinctively shifts his shoulders lower just a little for you to rest on and his breath hitches when you snuggle against him.

he hopes you don’t move away when he peeks at you, watching how your eyes flutter shut to get some rest with a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. soobin does this thing with his face when he’s too happy but tries not to show it. he presses his lips together, dimples showing, eyes snapping shut momentarily as if he’s trying to memorise the image before he lets out the exhale he’s been holding in to gaze out the window.

in his own reflection, the stars spark brighter in his eyes with joy.))

[punigamefoodie]

Cheesy Corndog

"A popular Korean street food made of melty mozzarella cheese wrapped in a sweet corn coating. Top it with ketchup, mustard, maple syrup–whatever condiment calls to you!"

[copperbadge]

I went to my PO Box this week and had SO! MANY! TATOCHIPS! I don’t know if anyone else calls them tatochips but I do sometimes, and I was walking around my living room singing a little song about tatochips to myself. I had two boxes of flavor!

So here are my tasting notes:

From R (not my R) in the southwest -- let me know if you have a handle I should use, also love the cactus card: 

Fried Corndog and Mustard HEB brand: Delightful. Delectable. This is a mild, less piquant variant of the hot dog chip than some; I don’t think they used much paprika if any. It’s meaty but not too beefy, and the mustard is hinted at. There’s no cornmeal flavor per se but I’m here for the hot dog anyway.

Mixed Berry Lemonade HEB brand: WHY. SO SOUR. OH THE SOUR. I AM FORSAKEN. There is a hint of berry which is peculiar but not unpleasant; then it’s just SO MUCH CITRIC ACID. I feel like a mixed berry potato chip sans lemonade would have been preferable. Hell is empty because HEB is here. 

From @221squee who also sent me the delightful koi card -- I will have to pay a visit to the exotic chip store at the Destiny USA Megamall:

Black Pepper Rib Tip (Lays?): Steaky! They have a real beef flavor, hint of pepper; it’s easy to do smoke flavoring badly but they were sparing with it. Also they come in a vertical tin but they’re in a horizontal plastic tray inside it, which is an amazing combination of absurdist and practical and made me laugh. 

Black Pepper and Cheese “Italian” Pringles: These are meant to be cacio e pepe, yes? They are peppery and cheesy! A nice balance. I prefer slightly less pepper flavor but they’re by no means inedible. Although the bar for potato chips being edible is significantly lower after Mixed Berry Lemonade chips killed God. 

Garlic Baguette Sun Chips: I have had garlic baguette chips before but not Sun Chips, which adds to the experience. I opened the bag and was immediately enveloped in a cloud of garlic, but the chips -- while definitely garlicky -- have a nice buttery flavor to them that emphasizes the “garlic bread” aspect. The texture of the sun chips implies a crispy crust which adds zing. 

Thank you both for an adventurous potato chip experience! I will consume these many chips....and find some culinary use for the Mixed Berry Lemonade ones. Somehow. 

[clatterbane]

Now underway: what someone in the comments aptly described as Redneck Corndog Casserole! 😊

With my own take on seasonings, of course. I'm taking the sweetness down to hopefully suit Mr. C's taste a little better. He can't stand ketchup, and the Heinz chili sauce (very popular here) is also a little tangier and less sweet. That hot Swedish mustard is pretty good stuff, and I ended up adding a little more.

In the pan, we've got an open half pack of varmkorv from the freezer fried up with a chopped onion. Plus what was left of an open can of British style pork and beans minus the pork baked beans and another can.

We're also getting a cheesy corndog approach, because why not. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, I ran across some chopped up odds and ends of cheese when I was shuffling the freezer stuff over to the new one. May as well use it up before it gets freezerburn.

Something like this also seemed like a better idea, since we're still low on fresh supplies after the fridge fail --and couldn't get a grocery delivery until after the Midsummer holiday weekend. It might have helped if I had remembered to arrange that before I did, but executive function. We're fine making do mostly off non-chilled supplies, though.

[the-knightmare]

Holding Hands

(Louise/Rudy from Bob's Burgers)

Walking along the line of food trucks that sat outside Wonder Wharf, Rudy took his girlfriend’s hand.

“We’re in public, you know,” Louise’s voice may have sounded annoyed, but the small smile tugging at her lips betrayed her real emotions.

“I know, wouldn’t want to lose you in the crowd,” Rudy replied cheerily, giving her hand a small squeeze.

“Ah sick! You’re way too sappy, you know that, Rudy?”

Louise turned her now flushed face away, pretending to study the sign at a boba tea truck, but still squeezed his hand in return. Rudy couldn’t stop smiling if he tried. It wasn’t that often they went on anything that could be considered a real date. Most of whenever they hung out her siblings would join in, or some of their friends were around. Not that Rudy minded Gene and Tina hanging out with them, they were usually busy with college these days, so any time spent with all three Belchers was a good time. But sometimes, it was nice when it was just the two of them.

“They have Korean corndogs over there, want to try one?” Rudy asked.

The food truck festival at Wonder Wharf lasted the whole weekend, but they had decided to wait until Sunday. ‘Cheaper food and better lines,’ Louise had said when they saw poster for the festival. Rudy had gone along with it, knowing no one else would be available that day and that Louise was usually right about these things.

Turning back to face him, Louise nodded enthusiastically, “it’s something your mom would hate. I bet it’ll be great.”

Rudy laughed and started for the truck. He had to slip his hand away from Louise’s to pay and hand over her corndog. She seemed reluctant to let go, but Rudy chalked it up to the humidity making their hands sticky and happily bit into his battered cheesy snack. Louise had been right, it was great.

After finishing, they decided to play some of Fischoeder’s rigged Wonder Wharf games. Rudy felt her hand take his again as they walked along the pier.

“I actually applied to that internship Mr. Fischoeder posted,” Louise said casually as her fingers laced with his own.

“You might learn something about devious business and go on to create an empire of your own if you get it,” Rudy didn’t say anything about her taking his hand, only swiped a thumb across her knuckles.

“I believe you meant to say when I get it, and Fischoeder would be learning from me!” Louise pumped her free hand in the air.

Rudy just laughed as he listened to his girlfriend talk about her scheme to take over the Wonder Wharf and how she would improve it. He was just enjoying the afternoon holding hands with Louise on a real date that wasn’t dinner at her family’s restaurant. Not their looming high school graduation or Louise poking him in the ribs to pay attention could take away from his happiness.

Especially when Louise never let go of his hand.

[kingsmedley]

headcanons: joshua & food

“love has always been the world’s best secret ingredient.”

while joshua doesn’t strictly need to eat, he loves food. he sees it as an art form, a way for people to express their passion and love, both for the food itself and for the people eating it. growing up, his parents rarely cooked for him, often forgetting to feed him at all. at the same time, mr. h would cook for him regularly, leading him to associate cooking (specifically being cooked for) with love. so while he does know how to cook, he’ll often pretend he doesn’t if he thinks it’ll lead to someone else cooking for him, and will rarely (if ever) cook alone at home now that he doesn’t need to to stay alive.

basics & general notes

joshua is a fairly adventurous eater and tends to be fine eating most things, with few things he outright hates.

his favorite flavor is umami (salty and savory) and his least favorite is bitter.

he’s not a big fan of sweet food.

he likes spicy food a lot, especially chili.

he didn’t like coffee at first, due to it being either bitter or sweet, but he drank it a lot because of his friendship with mr. h and, due to a mixture of exposure and fond associations, he grew to like it over time.

he usually likes vegetables, but not in soup.

pork is a neutral flavor.

generally likes seafood.

doesn’t like ice cream.

loves ramen.

doesn’t really like soy sauce.

going by the original game, his favorite foods are: definitivo chili dog, shio ramen, absolute shadow ramen, mushrooms, viper drink (some kind of energy drink), and sync bars (which i can only assume are absolutely disgusting energy bars that he eats like candy).

neo food preferences

loves

dandan noodles

salty lemon ramen

spicy miso ramen

japanified biryani

grilled alligator

toyosu seafood bowl

spicy verde tacos

likes

miso ramen

dark dandan noodles

topsy-turvy noodles

justice burger

rotisserie chicken

churrasco skewer

dry-aged beef steak

roasted tuna head

very berry bouquet

boba milk tea

chicken curry

fish curry

dal curry

triple triad plate

salmon onigiri

fried chicken

hokkaido bounty bowl

mixed chopped salad

green smoothie

super spicy tacos

banana leaf banquet

chicken biryani

crispylicious taiyaki (with cheese filling)

neutral

sinful noodles

hero hamburger

cheesy champion

fearless fishwich

freedom fries

whole hog bbq

muscat grape crepe

fruit cocktail

strawberry boba latte

pickled plum onigiri

between-act bento

potato chips

bowl of oden

matsuzaka beef bowl

tokyo roast beef bowl

nagoya eel bowl

grand slam meat bowl

avocado toast

acai smoothie

pani puri plate

takoyaki tray

xiaolongbao set

hearty beef tacos

orange tea fizz

non-vegetarian thali

masala dosa

vegetarian thali

anko dango skewer

zunda dango skewer

fluffy pancake stack

chocolate pancake stack

dislikes

shoyu ramen

farm-fresh cream cone

chocolate soft serve

superhero soda

justice juice

dark chocolate dream

ruby chocolate delight

ladies’ night parfait

matcha boba latte

mango boba latte

muscovado boba latte

cheesy corndog

banana tigim

holy mole tacos

orange tea

berry blend tea

bubbly berry blend

creamy berry shaved ice

chocomint shaved ice

mango shaved ice

hates

everything at hachiko cafe (not really, he just refuses to eat there on principle)

sweet potato swirl

veggie soup special

air in a can

creamy matcha anmitsu

triple matcha parfait

[dxnbii]

“hmm~ i still cant decide.” danbi mutters. there were far too many options and shes as indecisive as they come. “what do you want? maybe we can share something.” she had her eye on a couple things actually. “theres the corndogs. i love the way the cheesy ones look never ending when you bite into one. or i also saw the potato skewers. they looked really good. i bet theyre crunchy.” she licks her lips just thinking about it. “oh and i think i saw one of these spots selling aguas frescas. not that ‘spa water’ i keep seeing on tiktok.” she rolls her eyes. “anyway, what’re you in the mood for?” @okayhaneul​ 

[crying-in-converse]

today i got to rewatch across the spiderverse and watch my friend eat a cheesy corndog and it was a good day.

[ddejavvu]

I'm currently in my cheesy egg era! (like sunnyside up, cheese on top n u flip it so the cheese gets crispy? on some toast, leaves you filled for ages! I also had a mozarella stick phase, sommer roll phase (I only put like rice and carrots in but you can put whatever and they're super fast!) uuuh and also gratin is a great safe food for me, they sell them ready for the oven here and they take like 20 mins?

awh man i have a huge aversion to eggs unless they're hard boiled! but mozzarella sticks are soooo good, i went through a lil phase when i went to ny but there's a korean corndog place near me and i go all the time holy shit - aaa those rolls are so good! i really need to start making some :D

[nanbaka-82]

so true mmm bread

Hey have you ever had a cheesy corndog