#chowder rhubarb

[sparklycandyalpaca]

For @rhubarbfromchowder and @jackedspicer. Can I edit of Rhubarb x Schnitzel on Capcut, please? :3

Because I loved them so much!!! (>w<)

[craptainkirk]

The fairly old pictures of Rhubarb that are taped to the hutch of my computer desk. The last one had faded so much I had to put it through a filter a few times for it to be visible...

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Food History

B.C.

10,000 - almonds, cherries, bread, flour, soup

8,000 - wheat ⚜ 7,000 - wine, beer, pistachios, pig, goat, sheep, lard

6,500 - cattle domestication, apples ⚜ 6,000 - tortilla, dates, maize

5,000 - honey, ginger, quinoa, avocados, potatoes, milk, yogurt

4,000 - focaccia, watermelons, grapes, pomegranates

3,200 - chicken domestication ⚜ 3,000 - butter, onion, garlic, apricots

2,737 - tea ⚜ 2,500 - olive oil, seaweed, duck ⚜ 2,300 - saffron

2,000 - peaches, liquorice, marshmallow, pasta, ham, sesame seeds

1,500 - chocolate, vanilla ⚜ 1,200 - sugar ⚜ 1,000 - mangoes, oats, pickles

900 - pears, tomatoes ⚜ 700 - cinnamon ⚜ 600 - bananas, poppy seeds

500 - artichokes ⚜ 400 - pastries, appetizers, vinegar

300 - parsley ⚜ 200 - turkeys, asparagus, rhubarb ⚜ 65 - quince

1st—13th Century

1st Century - chestnuts, lobster, crab, shrimp, truffles, blueberries, raspberries, capers, kale, blood (as food), fried chicken, foie gras, French toast, omelettes, rice pudding, flan, cheesecake, pears in syrup

3rd Century - lemons ⚜ 5th - pretzels ⚜ 6th - eggplant

7th Century - spinach, kimchi ⚜ 9th - coffee, nutmeg

10th Century - flower waters, Peking duck, shark's fin soup

11th Century - baklava, corned beef, cider, lychees, seitan

12th Century - breadfruit, artichokes, gooseberries

13th Century - ravioli, lasagne, mozzarella, pancakes, waffles, couscous

14th—19th Century

14th Century - kebabs, moon cakes, guacamole, pie, apple pie, crumpets, gingerbread

15th Century - coconuts, Japanese sushi and sashimi, pineapples, marmalade, risotto, marzipan, doughnuts, hot dogs

16th Century - pecans, cashews (in India), Japanese tempura, vanilla (in Europe), fruit leather, skim milk, sweetbreads, salsa, quiche, teriyaki chicken, English trifle, potato salad

17th Century - treacle, pralines, coffee cake, modern ice cream, maple sugar, rum, French onion soup, cream puffs, bagels, pumpkin pie, lemonade, croissants, lemon meringue pie

18th Century - root beer, tapioca, French fries, ketchup, casseroles, mayonnaise, eggnog, soda water, lollipops, sangria, muffins, crackers, chowder, croquettes, cupcakes, sandwiches, apple butter, souffle, deviled eggs

19th Century - toffee, butterscotch, cocoa, Turkish delight, iodized salt, vanilla extract, modern marshmallows, potato chips, fish and chips, breakfast cereal, Tabasco sauce, Kobe beef, margarine, unsalted butter, Graham crackers, fondant, passionfruit, saltwater taffy, milkshakes, pizza, peanut butter, tea bags, cotton candy, jelly beans, candy corn, elbow macaroni, fondue, wedding cake, canapes, gumbo, ginger ale, carrot cake, bouillabaisse, cobbler, peanut brittle, pesto, baked Alaska, iced tea, fruit salad, fudge, eggs Benedict, Waldorf salad

20th Century

1901 - peanut butter and jelly ⚜ 1904 - banana splits ⚜ 1905 - NY pizza

1906 - brownies, onion rings ⚜ 1907 - aioli

1908 - Steak Diane, buttercream frosting ⚜ 1909 - shrimp cocktail

1910 - Jell-O (America's most famous dessert)

1910s - orange juice ⚜ 1912 - Oreos, maraschino cherries, fortune cookies

1912 - Chicken a la King, Thousand Island dressing

1914 - Fettuccine Alfredo ⚜ 1915 - hush puppies

1917 - marshmallow fluff ⚜ 1921 - Wonder Bread, zucchini

1919 - chocolate truffles ⚜ 1922 - Vegemite, Girl Scout cookies

1923 - popsicles �� 1924 - frozen foods, pineapple upside-down cake, Caesar salad, chocolate-covered potato chips

1927 - Kool-Aid, s'mores, mayonnaise cake ⚜ 1929 - Twizzlers

1930s - Pavlova cakes, Philly cheese steak, Pigs in blankets, margaritas, banana bread, Cajun fried turkey ⚜ 1931 - souffle, refrigerator pie

1933 - chocolate covered pretzels ⚜ 1936 - no-bake cookies

1937 - Reubens, chicken Kiev, SPAM, Krispy Kreme

1938 - chicken and waffles ⚜ 1939 - seedless watermelon

1941 - Rice Krispies treats, Monte Cristo sandwiches ⚜ 1943 - nachos

1946 - chicken burgers, tuna melts, Nutella ⚜ 1947- chiffon cake

1950s - chicken parm, Irish coffee, cappuccino, smoothies, frozen pizza, diet soda, TV Dinners, ranch dressing ⚜ 1951 - bananas foster

1953 - coronation chicken ⚜ 1956 - German chocolate cake, panini

1957 - Quebec Poutine ⚜ 1958 - Instant ramen noodles, crab rangoon, lemon bars ⚜ 1960s - beef Wellington, green eggs and ham, red velvet cake

1963 - black forest cake ⚜ 1964 - Belgian waffles, Pop Tarts, Buffalo wings, ants on a log, pita bread ⚜ 1965 - Gatorade, Slurpees

1966 - chocolate fondue ⚜ 1967 - high fructose corn syrup

1970s - California rolls, pasta primavera, tiramisu ⚜ 1971 - fajitas

1975 - hicken tikka masala ⚜ 1980 - turducken

1980s - Panko, portobello mushrooms, bubble tea, chicken nuggets, Sriracha, Red Bull energy drink, everything bagels

1990s - artisan breads, Jamaican jerk ⚜ 1991 - turkey bacon, chocolate molten lava cake, earthquake cake ⚜ 1993 - broccolini

1995 - Tofurkey ⚜ 1997 - grape tomatoes

21st Century

2002 - flat iron steak, tear-free onions ⚜ 2007 - Kool-Aid pickles, cake pops

2008 - Mexican funnel cake ⚜ 2013 - cronuts, test tube burgers

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[deramin2]

We also made the rhubarb pie (with fresh rhubarb my parents grow), and my mom's review is:

"Omg, that is the best rhubarb pie I have ever made. I hope there is a taste left by tomorrow. You better claim a pice by tomorrow morning or Dad might eat the last of it."

My parents are gourmet cooks with hundreds of cookbooks collected over the last 50 years (three book shelves plus stacks around the house the size of end tables). They read cookbooks and online recipes and magazines for fun. They're friends with the owner of a cooking school in Italy (who focuses on hyper-local traditional seasonal Puglia cooking). And The Official Stardew Valley cookbook topped them all on the first two recipes we tried.

They're fairly simple recipes with easy to follow directions. "Just a few good ingredients and don't mess them up," as the cooking school guy says.

I bought this book thinking, "Oh what a cute idea! I love getting to try food from my shows and games!" But it is genuinely an incredible cookbook that deserves serious praise.

ID: A rhubarb pie with a golden top crust with an egg was and turbinado sugar. End ID.

Bought The Official Stardew Valley Cookbook. Tried the (clam) Chowder recipe first. Best clam chowder I've ever had. Better than my gourmet home cook Dad's recipe he's been working on for decades. And full of vegetables.

Half the recipe is just how to clean and cook fresh clams for it. They recommend using fresh peas but also say how to use frozen. Not the clams, though. If you're going to use canned or frozen clams you're on your own (I did.)

Here's a finished bowl of it.

ID: A small glass bowl of off-white clam chowder with green peas and small pieces of orange carrot. It's topped with pea microgreens and fresh fennel leaves. End ID.

Really eager to cook more out of this book because it's all vegetable heavy, seasonal, and has really interesting flavor combinations.

(Apparently it's selling like hotcakes because it just came out and it's already backordered at both Powell's and BookShop.org as of writing this.)

[iheartyuuluvvy]

chat in infinite chef i just made

Dinner is served, and it's Salted Sweet and Fluffy Elderberry Rose Apple Cranberry Starfruit Pomelo Currant Dreamberry Mulberry Date Olive Cantaloupe Lychee Jackfruit Orange Lemon Lime Grape Avocado Rye Pistachio Horse Liver Calf Brain Goat Dapperpus Pringle Matcha Tofu Popcorn Vegan Jello Syrup Feijoada Biscuit Fairy Bun Flatbread Pretzel Bagel Wafer Baguette Taco Chowder Mud Fluffernutter Muffin Carbonara S'more Oreo Mayochup Buffalo Wing Barbecue Salsa Ketchup Chocolate Hot Relish Cheese Mayonnaise Gravy Worcestershire Tomato Butterscotch Soy Sauce Icing Buttercream Sundae Yoylecake Açaí Bowl Coleslaw Radish Portabella Chive Lima Alfalfa Sprout Watercress Lavender Yam Butternut Squash X Parsley Chard Vanilla Fava Rutabaga Kidney Chili Pepper Rosemary Habanero Cauliflower Bay Turnip Peppermint Sage Pickle Mung Tea Garlic Cilantro Bamboo Shoot Enoki Thyme Wasabi Cocoa Lentil Curry Leaf Pinto Basil Coffee Bean Tabasco Mint Onion Seed Chickpea Dill Mustard Greens Vegetable Eggplant Leek Lettuce Truffle Cabbage Fiddlehead Black-eyed Pea White Button Shiitake Rhubarb Soybean Water Chestnut Oat Cucumber Licorice Root Corn Peanut Sugar Beet Potato Pumpkin Carrot on A Stick Twice-cooked WOAH!! California Roll Sushi Shepherd's Pie Ocean Number 15 Oppenheimer Developer Squid Human Salad Lamb Baby Doll Crayfish Sausage Spam Poultry Fish Beef Blue Lobster Goose Crab Snail Pepperoni Bacon Prawn Cephalopod Balut Ham Octopus Shellfish Salami Pork Tongue Rabbit Meat Kebab Fried Red Herring Sardine Anchovy Cod Tuna Mackerel Eel Calamari Spaghetti & Ground Meatball Foot Nugget Chicken Patty Burger Hotdog Ice Sour Cream Sandwich Cheeseburger Black Eyed Peas Mashed Banana Pudding Brookie Lollipop Dango Brownie Pop Churrasco (#InfiniteChef)

@asgudasded @sna1lbl0b

[kineats]

anything for an opposum ?

Second Ask!! American Opossum Time~!

They're Omnivores and Scavengers and Opportunistic Hunters. So uh. This is gonna be a bit chaotic!

Garlic Crab Fries

Crab and Asparagus Toast

Crab Cakes

Seafood Bisque

Crab Corn Chowder

Cornish Game Hens

Marry Me Chicken

Honey Garlic Chicken

Eggs In Purgatory

Perfect Poached Eggs

Various Grilled Fruit Recipes

Fig Jam

Fruit Pizza

Rhubarb Pie

Blackcurrant Mini Pies

Saffron Poached Pears

Honey-Lime Fruit Salad

Venison Dinners

Simple Roast Rabbit

Opossums also require a large amount of calcium, so a calcium supplement or Calcium Rich Foods would be great too!

[rotinthedark]

Sebastian's Loved meals:

Sashimi, Pumpkin Soup

Sebastian's Liked meals

Stir Fry, Coleslaw, Radish Salad, Baked Fish, Pancakes, Maki Roll, Bread, Tortilla, Trout Soup, Glazed Yams, Artichoke Dip, Plum Pudding, Chocolate Cake, Pumpkin Pie, Cranberry Candy, Pizza, Hashbrowns, Lucky Lunch, Carp Surprise, Maple Bars, Pink Cake, Roasted Hazelnuts, Fruit Salad, Blackberry Cobbler, Crab Cakes, Fiddlehead Risotto, Poppyseed Muffin, Lobster Bisque, Bruschetta, Shrimp Cocktail, Salad, Cheese Cauliflower, Parsnip Soup, Vegetable Medley, Fried Calamari, Fried Mushroom, Bean Hotpot, Salmon Dinner, Fish Taco, Crispy Bass, Pepper Poppers, Tom Kha Soup, Rhubarb Pie, Cookie, Spaghetti, Fried Eel, Spicy Eel, Red Plate, Eggplant Parmesan, Rice Pudding, Ice Cream, Blueberry Tart, Autumn's Bounty, Super Meal, Cranberry Sauce, Stuffing, Survival Burger, Dish o' the Sea, Miner's Treat, Roots Platter, Triple Shot Espresso, Algae Soup, Pale Broth, Chowder, Fish Stew, Escargot, Ginger Ale, Banana Pudding, Mango Sticky Rice, Poi, Tropical Curry, Squid Ink Ravioli, Moss Soup, (Life Elixir)

Sebastian's Neutral meals

Fried Egg

Sebastian's Disliked meals

(Field Snack)

Sebastian's Hated meals

Omelet, Complete Breakfast, Strange Bun, Farmer's Lunch, Seafoam Pudding, (Bug Steak), (Oil of Garlic)

[queen-scribbles]

1, 7, 9, 17 for Rethelian, 10 and 28 for everyone

Rethelion

1.Do they think they're going to make it out alive?

Where she is now? Yes. She hasn't learned anything yet to make her doubt that, feels like she's been blessed by Heaven, or Iomadae, or Someone. By the end of Act 4? When she's learned the truth of where her mythic power came from, and what Areelu did to her, and what it'll take to close the Worldwound? I think she'll be bracing herself for a heroic sacrifice.

7. Is your KC religious? If yes, which deity do they follow? If not, what is their view on religion?

She is, yes. As a Paladin(Divine Scion), it's sort of baked into her class. She's a very fervent believer in Sarenrae, has offered occasional prayers to Arodan, Irori(who was almost her patron god when I was building her), and Iomadae. Sarenrae is her chosen goddess because I love the idea of a Lawful Good holy warrior who's about driving back evil and showing mercy in equal measure and how she balances the two in her role a Knight Commander. I think this is gonna be real fun. She wants to heal the world and that involves cauterizing the wound or something like that.

9. Do they have hobbies beside the crusade? Any passions or skills they have?

She likes to weave and experiment with fabric dyeing, and she loves the sea. She's also very skilled with non-magical healing on top of the divinely granted abilities.

17. Which non-companion NPC do they really like?

Fye. He's such a baby to her (250 year old elf), but she loves his enthusiasm. Also Hilor and ofc Irabeth. *paladin fistbump* (Irabeth is GOING to survive this playthrough I SWEAR TO IOMADAE)

Everybody

10. What would be the meal that give them a little ability bonus?

Of the in-game options, Vikkari's would be the seasoned wings and thighs(gives +2 AC and Athletics boost), Trinne loves the blazing parfait(gives +3 on persuasion), and Rethelion's fave is the Spicy pastry(+1d6 holy damage)

If I was adding recipes to be their favorite, Vikkari's is potato chowder, Trinne's is maple-glazed biscuits, and Rethelion's is strawberry rhubarb pie, all the same bonuses.

28. Would they be a companion instead of the KC? What would their storyline and personal quest be?

All of them could work as companions, yes. I actually wrote up Vikkari's and so know how much work that is. xD Ret's not developed enough to know what her storyline would be. Trinne... I'm really tempted to say it's helping her romance Lann if the KC isn't going after him herself xD (she likes him a lot, okay?) It's probably something like tracking down Jowan to keep him out of trouble(or get him out of trouble if she Failed Step One) bc the two of them are borderline inextricable in my head.😂

Knight Commander Asks

[wordchanter]

5 Random Menu Items

A platter of raw cherries and rhubarb

A platter of braised coconuts, steamed celery, baked cantaloupe, and roasted herbs

A platter of smoked asparagus and cabbage

A noxious, cold, and fragrant chowder of onions, potatoes, and barley

A gummy and crusty terrine of tangy gelatine filled with cheese, potatoes, parsnips, and celery

[rhubarbfromchowder]

a few little old sketches i fixed up

[craptainkirk]

Rhubard

[freezeriafan]

5-6 of my signs (so far) are in taurus is that a bad thing - amii

Quite the contrary that is RIGHTEOUS as hell

[parvuls]

fic: need seek no further

Jack shrugs. “Eh. Bittle likes Cabot butter best.”

a disgustingly fluffy, plotless ficlet about how well jack knows bitty and how he perfected the skill of nonverbal communication through the force of sheer will. also, the frogs.

read on ao3

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Dex called Bitty one evening in early May, let Bitty shower him with hellos, and then stated, “We won the NCAA championship.” He said it matter-of-factly, like maybe Jack and Bitty hadn’t been there when it happened, like Jack hadn’t watched him cling to Bitty for a full minute after the stands had spilled onto the ice.

“You did,” Bitty replied, raising his eyes to meet Jack’s with confusion wrinkling between his brows. His phone was set on the kitchen island between them, Dex’s voice filling their kitchen through speaker phone while Bitty’s floured hands were busy kneading dough. Jack was keeping him company on another last-minute testing session for his rhubarb pie recipe, even though the last proof of his book had been approved by his editors over two weeks before. Jack was running out of team members to send leftovers to.

“And Whiskey got voted captain,” Dex continued.

Jack watched as Bitty squinted down at his phone. Bitty had spent half an hour on the phone with Whiskey the night of the banquet; he hadn’t disclosed the details of their conversation to Jack, but his face when he’d returned to their room, had sat down next to Jack on the bed and had leaned his forehead on Jack’s bicep for a long while -- Jack had seen that face before. Had known that expression meant pride.

“So we were talking about it just now,” there was the sound of more people whispering furiously in the background, and Jack thought he could maybe hear Chowder’s unsteady voice calling out, hey Bitty!, and only then he began contemplating the solid possibility that Dex may have been a little drunk. “And -- so we won last year, with you, and now we won again, and we wanna keep winning, right? So we gotta make sure to keep doing everything that’s working.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” Bitty said agreeably, faintly amused. It was obvious to Jack from his tone that Bitty, at least, had already realized Dex was a little drunk, but was only too happy to play along.

“‘Swawesome,” Dex said fervently, like Bitty had agreed to something very important. “So you see why Whiskey’s gotta learn to make a pie.”

That stopped Bitty in his tracks. Jack blinked, watched Bitty’s long fingers halt their motions in the dough, the pressure of his fingerprints leaving crescent grooves behind. “William Joseph, that doesn’t make a lick of sense,” he said, and narrowed his eyes at the screen of his phone like Dex could feel their weight on him through the line. But then he seemed to think it over again, and the pitch of his voice rose as he demanded, “Wait, are you sayin’ Whiskey’s willing to learn how to bake?”

“He says he’ll do it for the win,” Dex said, and Bitty gaped at the phone, then gaped at Jack, and with his cheeks pink and his eyes wide he exclaimed, “Of course I’ll do it!”, like there’d ever been any other option to consider.

Jack kept it to himself, but he had no doubt in his mind that there hadn’t been.

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Dex, Chowder and Nursey wait for them at the doorway of the Haus, broad shoulders wedged together in the narrow doorframe.

Bitty had said before they left home, “You don’t have to come, sweetpea,” and Jack had said, simply, “I want to,” and had meant it. It was only in the summer months that Jack had the privilege to see his friends whenever he wished to, and now that the Falconers were out of the playoffs -- well, Jack was feeling a little more withdrawn lately, even quieter than usual, but this felt like something he genuinely wanted to do with the time on his hands. There was also the fact that soon the frogs would graduate, and with them gone Jack would be too far removed to visit the Haus comfortably, even if Bitty still could.

Right now Jack could, and he wanted to, so Bitty and he got in Bitty’s car and drove the forty-five minutes down to Samwell, Bitty’s phone hooked through the aux and his hands tapping on the wheel to the beat. He was nervous, although Jack wasn’t sure exactly why -- only knew it was obvious in Bitty’s restless hands and the frequency he switched songs midway through. Jack reached out and placed his hand on Bitty’s thigh, squeezed, and let Bitty burn his nervous energy whatever way he deemed best.

“We did all the shopping!” Chowder announces as Jack and Bitty walk up the porch steps, and then immediately bounces forward and wraps Bitty in a hug. His long limbs envelope Bitty within them, and soon Jack’s dragged into their circle, too, feels Nursey’s arms fold around his shoulders and Dex’s tentative hand patting him on the back. It doesn’t overwhelm him like it could’ve, maybe, a year or two ago -- it just feels nice, familiar, welcoming. A display of affection he readily returns.

When the huddle breaks, the five of them shuffle through the door and head straight into the kitchen. It looks about the same as it has since Bitty took over it five years ago -- no longer just a room with a fridge full of beers and a broken down table, but a real kitchen, with Suzanne’s hand-sewn curtains and clear countertops and the oven that Jack is still irrationally fond of. Although it seems like it’s been revamped in the months since Jack has last seen it; the cupboards’ hinges are no longer busted, and there are actual shelves stacked along the walls. Jack assumes the likely suspect is Samwell Men’s Hockey current captain, and has to curb a revealing smile that would surely draw questions. It’s another unspoken team tradition, Jack thinks, recalling freshman Will Poindexter: no one leaves it entirely unchanged.

“Y’all are joining us for some baking lessons?” Bitty asks Nursey and Chowder, hand almost unconsciously drifting over the edge of the counters. He looks good there, really, looks right. He’s not the same as he was when he graduated and certainly not the same as when he first claimed this kitchen, but to Jack, Bitty would always look right in the sun streaming through the Haus’ dusty windows, puttering between pots and pans.

“Nah, C and I will get out of your hair for that, but Whiskey isn’t back yet so we’ve got some time. And anyway --” Nursey glances sideways at Dex and Chowder, fails at stifling a smile, “uh, the waffles heard you were coming today, Bits.”

“Going by their reaction, they’ve definitely missed you,” Dex says, arms crossed over his chest, his face serious but a single upwards quirk to the corner of his mouth. It could be a chirp at the waffles, maybe, but Jack is almost certain that it’s sincere nonetheless.

Bitty turns to the shopping bags spread across the counter and starts picking them apart, taking out the ingredients for inspection before setting them down with that same nervous energy, the one that rarely ever follows Bitty into his domain in the kitchen. Jack watches him smile at Dex, honest but jittery, and realizes what he should’ve already known -- how very important it is to Bitty that this goes perfectly.

“Oh, bless them, I’ve missed them too! I’ll tell them hello so we can get started right after,” Bitty says, setting down a bag of brown sugar and taking out a packet of butter from the bag. He looks -- momentarily disappointed, and Jack frowns, searches Bitty’s face. It’s probably only visible to Jack, who recognizes the subtle shift in Bitty’s jaw and the fleeting movement of his eyebrows, but still. He follows Bitty’s eyes down to his hands and to the butter in them, and surveys it for a moment, deep in thought.

“You’ve got two seconds to prepare yourself, bro,” Nursey warns, and then Bully, Hops and Louis descend loudly into the kitchen, flock around Bitty like ducklings. Bitty’s always had that effect on hockey players, on people, even before he got the C. It’s with intense fondness that Jack thinks it, knows the feeling intimately as someone who’s lucky enough to experience that affect every day. He can’t blame them for the way they beam down at Bitty, fight for his attention, laugh when he laughs at the rising volume of their clashing, simultaneous stories.

It’s a good opportunity if nothing else, though, so Jack shoulders his way between Bully and Louis, brushes two fingers over Bitty’s elbow to get his attention. When Bitty turns his head, Jack takes advantage of his height to lean in and say into Bitty’s ear, “Hey, bud, I’m stepping out for a moment.”

Bitty smiles at him, reaches up to stroke a hand down Jack’s cheek just warmly enough to be soothing, just quickly enough to be appropriate. “Yeah, of course. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Jack says, and thinks, it will be. He pauses, looks down threateningly at the waffles, and leans in to kiss Bitty's temple swiftly, before someone he can’t intimidate as easily as these sophomores could try fining him for it. The space he leaves between Bully and Louis closes as soon as he leaves their side, Bitty disappearing from sight behind their tall forms, but the sound of his cheerful laughter rings after Jack as he walks out of the kitchen and exits through the front door.

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When Jack comes back he has to open the door one-handed, the other one busy clutching the handles of a grocery bag. His cap is pulled down low, a protective measure from the crowd that swarmed the Stop and Shop on Pemberton, so it takes a few steps into the Haus’ hallway for him to notice Whiskey hovering in the kitchen doorway, apparently stopped right on his way out of it.

“Jack,” Whiskey looks surprised -- or maybe still mildly star-struck, Jack has always had trouble telling with his face. “You’re here. I haven’t seen you.”

“Got some stuff from the shop,” Jack raises the bag by way of explanation, adjusts his hat, and after a brief moment of stillness hunches his shoulders to bypass Whiskey into the kitchen.

Whiskey bends his neck to peer down into the bag as Jack passes. He looks somewhat horrified at what he finds, as much as Whiskey ever betrays his emotions -- a slight frown, a barely noticeable widening of his eyes. “We need more groceries for this thing?”

Jack shrugs, noncommittal. They don’t, really, but. “Eh. Bittle likes Cabot butter best.”

The frogs and waffles have moved to the den while Jack was out -- he can hear them now, Bully’s low voice and Chowder’s quick speech and Hops’ rolling laughter -- but Bitty must’ve heard Jack come in, because he appears next to Whiskey in the kitchen doorway. His gaze darts between the two of them before it lands on the bag hanging from Jack’s fingers, and Jack reaches in to pull out one stick of butter, holding it out so Bitty can see the brand. Bitty’s eyes light up when he realizes, go round and bright, and he declares, “Sweetpea, you shouldn’t have!”, in the tone that means he’s beyond pleased that Jack did.

“That's more butter,” Whiskey says, staring at Bitty and then at the butter already stacked on the counter from the frogs’ shopping trip, clearly bewildered.

Jack twists his body, turns his back to them to find an empty spot somewhere on the counter. “Cabot has a half percent more fat, and Bittle likes his crust flaky,” he explains absently while emptying the contents of the bag onto the spot he chose. It’s important to Bitty that this goes perfectly, and while Jack can’t control Whiskey's abilities in the kitchen, wouldn’t be able to fix baking mishaps if those occur, this is something he can do. Make sure Bitty has the best conditions to work in, grant him a little peace of mind.

When he turns back around Whiskey is gone, and it’s only Bitty standing behind him, his eyes twinkling and his lips parted slightly.

“What?” Jack asks, confused.

There’s a long stretch of silence while Bitty just looks at him. Jack’s rarely comfortable with intense scrutiny from others, but Bitty -- Bitty’s gaze is soft, and he looks at Jack like he’s something good, something to admire. It’s a look he gives Jack often, usually accompanied by the gentlest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the kindest of words. Sometimes Jack’s mind is slow to catch up, too stubborn to be convinced of his own worthiness, but this is the look Bitty gets when his emotions are broadcasted so loudly that even Jack’s mind has to pipe down and listen.

Bitty takes a few steps closer, grabs Jack’s palm between both his hands. “Marry me?” he asks breathily, with a smile curling at his lips.

Warmth flutters in Jack’s stomach at the words, and an answering smile grows on his own lips. The ring glints on Bitty’s finger whenever he moves his hands, is glinting now, where his fingers are curled around Jack’s in the sunny kitchen. It’s been a distraction many times in the past year, but each time Jack sees it he’s reminded of what Bitty and he have promised to each other. The future that is still to come.

There’s no one in the kitchen but them, and the Haus residents sound busy enough in the other room that no one would notice if Jack stole a lone moment. “Sorry, I can’t,” Jack deadpans, grabs Bitty by his hips and gathers him into his arms. His fingers slide over the soft fabric of Bitty’s clothes and find the gap between his top and his shorts, dipping inside to rub against Bitty’s warm skin. “It’s a tempting offer, but I’m already engaged.”

“Leave him, then,” Bitty says without missing a beat. He tilts his head up to nudge Jack’s cheek with his nose, wraps his strong arms around Jack’s neck. His face is so close to Jack’s that Jack can count his pale eyelashes, can see the splotches of fading pink on his skin. He’s been spending a lot of time editing his cookbook on their balcony since springtime has arrived, and his body tans nicely but the bridge of his nose has been reddened and peeling for a while. “Run away with me.”

Jack can’t help the temptation, kisses Bitty’s right cheek and then his left one. “Sorry, bud.”

“Why ever not,” Bitty sighs, most dramatically, and uses his grip on Jack’s neck to lean his upper body backwards. “A man who knows his butters? You better believe I’m willing to fight for you, mister.”

It’s the sincerity in his voice that has heat prickling across Jack’s skin, raw pleasure squirming in his chest. It’s a futile battle, though, a battle Jack realized was lost when he dropped Bitty off at this very Haus after their very first summer together, longingly watched him skip up the stairs and thought, oh, I wanna marry him. “I can’t,” he tells Bitty quietly, pulls him closer so the words stay trapped between them, rough and intimate like a secret. “I love my fiancé too much.”

“Oh,” and Bitty flushes at this, red blossoming on the apples of his cheeks like he’s flattered -- like the ring around his finger hasn’t been there for a year, like Jack hasn’t taken to kissing it before kissing Bitty goodbye on nights he leaves for games; like Jack loving him too much to ever consider anyone else is still a novelty, a compliment, after all this time. “Well. Lucky him.”

Lucky me, Jack thinks, and bows his head to fit his mouth to Bitty’s in for a lingering sweet kiss.

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[hashtagdex]

nurseydex and 25? <3

thank you jo!! <33

--

Number 25 is Halloween by Phoebe Bridgers

Always surprised by what I do for love

Some things I never expect

The thing is, loving Nursey creeps up on Dex.

One moment he’s moving into the basement and the next he’s lying awake in bed, unable to sleep without Nursey softly snoring above him.

And then, suddenly, Nursey’s in everything he does and everywhere he goes. Or maybe Dex just didn’t dare to notice before.

On a trip to Samwell’s on-campus bookstore, the first thing Dex spots is the poetry collection Nursey’s been reading to him a lot when they’re hanging out together. Dex keeps grumbling about it, but he finds himself missing Nursey’s smooth voice curling around the words when he leaves the book in his shelf.

Every Thursday he picks up a coffee at Annie’s after class and orders Nursey’s overly sweet iced coffee right along with his black one, and picks Nursey up from his lecture hall. The smile Nursey gives him in return is more than worth the detour to the English building.

Dex often finds himself in the kitchen baking Nursey’s favorite cookies or muffins or pie without really meaning to. Chowder has tried to fine him for it—or possibly the incriminating expression on his face as he was stressing to get the lattice perfect—until Dex shoved a couple muffins he’d made before that his way to take to Farmer.

Right now he’s kneeling on Nursey’s floor with his toolbox open on his left and a stack of Nursey’s books on his right to replace the lowest board of Nursey’s bookshelf while Nursey’s safely in class.

Or at least he was supposed to be in class.

“Oh, Dex, hey,” Nursey greets, surprised, as he stands in the doorway with half of one of the cookies Dex made earlier—chocolate chip, Nursey’s favorite on stressful days—in the hand that isn’t holding the doorknob. “What are you doing here?”

There’s nothing Dex can say, really. It’s not what it looks like? He’s literally on the floor with a wooden board in his hand. “You weren’t supposed to be back yet,” he settles on instead, and kind of wants to kick himself.

“Class got out early,” Nursey explains after he finishes the rest of the cookie and steps into the room, closing the door behind him. “Are you… are you fixing my shelf?”

“Um.” Dex sets the board down and gets up. “Yeah,” he admits, dusting off his hands on his jeans.

Nursey shrugs his backpack off next to his bed and regards Dex. It’s not judgment, hasn’t been in years, but Dex feels his face flush anyway. “Why?” Nursey finally asks. It sounds vulnerable somehow.

“You, uh, you mentioned it broke at team breakfast yesterday,” Dex admits.

Nursey takes a step closer. “And the cookies downstairs?”

Dex swallows. “You had a critique that was stressing you out for the past week, so I figured I’d just make some.”

“The coffees? The rhubarb pies?” Nursey asks in a quiet, careful voice.

Dex takes a deep breath. There’s no going back now. “I like making you happy. I like making you smile. I want to do things for you more than I ever have for anyone I’ve liked before.”

Nursey gapes at him, and for a moment, Dex’s blood freezes. He’s about to lean down and gather his tools, so he can hurry past Nursey and hide in his room until graduation or at least their next practice, but then Nursey’s face eases into one of the softest smiles Dex has ever seen on him.

“You like me?” Nursey asks, sounding equal parts giddy and incredulous.

“Yeah,” Dex confirms quietly. “Against all odds, I like you.”

He hardly has time to comprehend that Nursey’s moving before his face is in Nursey’s hands. “I can’t believe you’ve been courting me with baked goods. Who are you? Bitty?” Nursey laughs, breathy, and Dex’s heart betrays him and skips a beat, like he’s in some dumb romance novel.

“Fuck you,” Dex manages to get out before he’s grinning too. “I wasn’t courting you.”

“No?”

“Well,” Dex starts, his eyes drift down to Nursey’s lips for a second, “maybe a little.”

Nursey’s laugh echoes through the room, maybe the Haus, maybe the universe. “Can I kiss you?”

“What about your shelf?” Dex asks, but he rests his hands on Nursey’s waist instead of pulling away.

“Later,” Nursey decides and leans in.

Loving Nursey may have crept up on and surprised him, but now it’s in every fiber of his being and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

[kinfoodie]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do something for hobbitkin? (I don't see much out there for us) Thanks!

Heya!

I'm so sorry for the wait! I hope this list makes up for it! Yes, not too many hobbitkin requests I get, but no worries. Bit by bit, it'll fill out! I did a nice rustic list for ya~

Bacon-Potato Corn Chowder

Blueberry Rhubarb Country Tart

Sausage, Egg and Cheddar Farmer’s Breakfast

Country Ribs Dinner

Crusty Homemade Bread

Fresh Corn & Potato Chowder

Frosted Cashew Cookies

Farm Fresh Quiche

Pineapple-Rhubarb Jam

Apple-Sage Sausage Patties

There ya go! I hope you enjoy and if not let me know and hopefully I can refill the request again! :) Cheers and happy eating~ <3