#easy chicken tortilla soup recipe

[saltandlavenderblog]

Creamy chicken tortilla soup recipe

[wrandonbu]

Recipe for Easy and Tasty Chicken Tortilla Soup This simple version of chicken tortilla soup uses canned soup, beans, and tomatoes to help get dinner to the table quickly.

[smart-enpreneurs]

Keto Chicken Taco Soup

Preparation time: 5 minutes

Cooking time: 15 minutes 🍽 Servings: 1

Ingredients:

50g diced Chicken Breasts 2 Tbsp diced White Onion 1 Tbsp diced Red Bell Pepper 1 clove Garlic, crushed 1 Tbsp minced Jalapenos 1.5 cups Chicken Stock 1/3 cup sugar-free Tomato Sauce 1 Tbsp Olive Oil 2 tsp Taco Spice Mix 50g diced Avocado Fresh Cilantro for garnish

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Procedure:

1) Sear chicken pieces slightly in olive oil. 2) Add garlic, onions, bell peppers, and jalapenos. Sweat until aromatic. 3) Add spice mix, stock, and tomato sauce. Simmer for 10-15 minutes. 4) Ladle into a bowl and top with avocados and cilantro. ➡️ Nutritional Information: Energy - 300 kcal Protein - 12g (16%) Fat - 25g (74%) Carbohydrates - 7g (9%) Fiber - 4g

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[vegan-nom-noms]

Mexican Recipe Collection! For more Mexican recipes click here.

Top Row:

Mushroom Asada Tacos

The Best Tamales

Easy Vegan Nachos

Middle Row:

Mexican Street Corn

Chicken Tortilla Soup

Easy Vegan Fajitas

Bottom Row:

Mangonada Popsicles

Vegan Ground Beef Enchiladas

Birria Tacos

[fattofitsure]

Easy weight loss Meal plans ideas for week

Here's a simple meal plan for a week focused on weight loss:

Day 1:

Breakfast: Greek yogurt with berries and a sprinkle of chia seeds.

Lunch: Grilled chicken salad with mixed vegetables.

Dinner: Baked salmon with steamed broccoli and quinoa.

Day 2:

Breakfast: Oatmeal with sliced bananas and a teaspoon of honey.

Lunch: Turkey and vegetable wrap with whole-grain tortilla.

Dinner: Stir-fried tofu with assorted colorful vegetables.

Day 3:

Breakfast: Smoothie with spinach, banana, and almond milk.

Lunch: Quinoa bowl with black beans, corn, and salsa.

Dinner: Grilled shrimp with asparagus and brown rice.

Day 4:

Breakfast: Whole-grain toast with avocado and poached egg.

Lunch: Lentil soup with a side of mixed green salad.

Dinner: Baked chicken breast with sweet potato wedges.

Day 5:

Breakfast: Cottage cheese with sliced peaches and a handful of almonds.

Lunch: Chickpea and vegetable stir-fry.

Dinner: Zucchini noodles with tomato sauce and lean ground turkey.

Day 6:

Breakfast: Scrambled eggs with spinach and whole-grain toast.

Lunch: Quinoa salad with mixed vegetables and feta cheese.

Dinner: Grilled cod with roasted Brussels sprouts and quinoa.

Day 7:

Breakfast: Overnight oats with almond milk, berries, and a drizzle of maple syrup.

Lunch: Turkey and vegetable kebabs with a side of hummus.

Dinner: Baked tilapia with steamed green beans and wild rice.

Click here for vegan lose weight recipes ✅✅✅

Remember to stay hydrated, control portion sizes, and incorporate healthy snacks like fruits or nuts between meals if needed. Adjust portions based on your individual needs and consult with a nutritionist or healthcare professional for personalized advice.

[lowcarbloves]

HEARTY LOW CARB CHILI! ❤️

What's your favorite soup?

It's soup season and I can't wait to start sharing all of my delicious, warm and comforting soups!

All you need is:

Ground beef

Onion

Bell peppers

@kettleandfire chicken bone broth (discount code:

lowcarblove)

Tomato sauce

Crushed tomatoes

Black soy beans

Chili seasoning

Toppings:

Cheddar cheese

Cilantro

Sour cream

Low carb crunchy chips (I made them using low carb tortillas!)

Avocado

That's it! This recipe is hearty, nutritious, and so easy to make!

#recipevideo #keto #ketodiet #mealprep #mealplan #ketorecipes

[bitbybitwrites]

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - Recipe and Song list - Chp 16, 17 and 18

Here is the music/recipe wrap-up for chapters 16, 17 and 18!

You can see the recipes/music under the cover art by @datshitrandom

Some spoilers are below, so if you’d like to read the fic first, click here

Click below for the recipe and song lists for:

Chapters 1, 2 and 3, Chapters 4, 5 and 6, Chapters 7, 8 and 9, Chapters 10, 11 and 12 , Chapters 13, 14 and 15

To see the YouTube playlist for the fic, click here.

******

Chapter 16

Mood music:

Recipies:

You'll find Victoria sponge, Tea sandwiches and Kurt's cookies in earlier chapter recipe wrap ups ( see links above)

“Besides, it's not all for me.  I share with my sister Jean.  By the way, she happens to enjoy those chouquettes you make,” Chef Sylvester tossed out as she continued peering at him over her glasses.

*****

Chapter 17

Mood music:

Recipes:

"Is he off to go take lunch with his boyfriend, then?" Santana asked sarcastically as she continued vigorously stirring the batch of Ceylon Chicken Curry soup she made for the luncheon.

****

Chapter 18

Mood music:

Soon, a bouncy salsa started playing.  Trent wiped his hands on his apron and pulled Santana into an impromptu dance.  She laughed and played along for a few seconds only.

Recipies:

"My pozole," Santana said, smacking him on the arm as she pulled away to return to the stove.  "Don't you dare make me ruin my Abuela's recipe.  Find another dance partner."

Santana's pozole, the recipe of which was handed down to her by her beloved abuela, was simmering on the stovetop.  That was to be partnered with her father's cochinita pibil.  Warm hand-made tortillas sat folded carefully in a towel, ready to be brought to the once dinner was about to be served.

Trent had a Caprese salad in the refrigerator, prepped and ready to serve.  He was putting the finishing touches on an impressive charcuterie board, abundant with tidbits that made even Kurt's mouth water.  Trent had also just taken out some herb parmesan biscuits out of the oven that he had baked.  Kurt had been particularly eying Trent's appetizer version of his parent's boxty recipe that was laid out on a silver serving tray.

As for dessert, that, of course, was left to Kurt.  His addition to the meal were the apple hand pies that were his mother's own recipe and his father's favorite dessert ( when he was allowed to have a treat from his usual heart-healthy diet), an assortment of cookies, as well as some mini dark chocolate tartlets sprinkled with sea salt. 

Think I got them all. Let me know if I missed any.

Sending all my love to you readers who have given this fic a chance. Wow can't believe we're already up to Chapter 18!

Chapter 19 to be posted soon!

[clementine-kesh]

top 5 soups?

1. pho, very simply the best soup ever invented

2. this food and wine magazine chicken soup. super versatile and always delicious. i usually make it with bone-in chicken thighs that i sear beforehand in the same pot i cook the soup to get even more flavour

3. gumbo. it’s good in all forms but controversially i love when it’s got okra in it because okra is one of my fave veggies

4. french onion soup. i don’t say this often but you do have to hand it to the french for that one

5. tortilla soup, this is my fave recipe. easy delicious and cheap :)

special mentions to: the seafood chowder from fishhook in victoria and the khao soi from pai in toronto (i wouldn’t necessarily call khao soi a soup but i have seen it called that so i’m including it here because either way it’s one of the best things i’ve ever eaten)

[worlddiscus]

20 Healthy Dinner Recipes Ready in 30 Minutes or Less

Finding time to prepare healthy meals can be a challenge. However, with a bit of planning and the right recipes, you can whip up nutritious dinners in 30 minutes or less. In this article, we'll explore 20 delicious and quick dinner ideas that are not only good for you but also bursting with flavor.

Grilled Lemon Herb Chicken:

Marinated in a zesty blend of lemon, garlic, and herbs, this grilled chicken recipe is both light and flavorful. Serve it with a side of steamed vegetables or a fresh salad for a well-balanced meal.

Quinoa Stuffed Bell Peppers:

Packed with protein and fiber, quinoa makes for a nutritious base for these stuffed bell peppers. Simply mix cooked quinoa with your favorite vegetables, herbs, and spices, stuff it into bell peppers, and bake until tender.

Shrimp Stir-Fry:

Quick and easy, shrimp stir-fry is a go-to option for busy weeknights. Toss shrimp with colorful vegetables like bell peppers, broccoli, and snap peas in a savory stir-fry sauce, and serve over brown rice or noodles.

Veggie Packed Pasta Primavera:

Loaded with seasonal vegetables, pasta primavera is a vibrant and satisfying dish. Saute onions, garlic, and your choice of vegetables in olive oil, then toss with cooked pasta and a light tomato sauce for a wholesome meal.

Turkey and Black Bean Tacos:

Swap traditional ground beef for lean ground turkey in these tasty tacos. Cook the turkey with Mexican-inspired spices, then serve it in corn tortillas with black beans, avocado, and salsa for a nutritious twist on taco night.

Salmon with Roasted Asparagus:

Rich in omega-3 fatty acids, salmon is a heart-healthy choice for dinner. Season salmon fillets with lemon, garlic, and dill, then roast them in the oven alongside fresh asparagus for a simple yet satisfying meal.

Mediterranean Chickpea Salad:

Featuring chickpeas, cucumbers, tomatoes, olives, and feta cheese, this refreshing salad is a Mediterranean-inspired delight. Toss the ingredients together with a lemon-herb vinaigrette for a light and flavorful dinner option.

Coconut Curry Tofu:

For a plant-based dinner option, try coconut curry tofu. Simmer tofu cubes in a fragrant coconut curry sauce made with ginger, garlic, and spices, then serve over rice for a satisfying and aromatic meal.

Eggplant Parmesan:

Lightly breaded and baked until golden, eggplant parmesan is a healthier take on the classic Italian dish. Layer slices of eggplant with marinara sauce and mozzarella cheese, then bake until bubbly and delicious.

Zucchini Noodles with Pesto:

For a low-carb alternative to pasta, try zucchini noodles with pesto. Spiralize fresh zucchini into noodles, then toss them with homemade or store-bought pesto sauce for a light and flavorful dinner.

Lentil Soup:

Hearty and comforting, lentil soup is perfect for chilly evenings. Simmer lentils with carrots, celery, onions, and spices until tender, then serve with crusty bread for a satisfying meal.

Greek Chicken Pita Wraps:

Filled with grilled chicken, tzatziki sauce, lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers, these Greek chicken pita wraps are both nutritious and delicious. Serve them with a side of Greek salad for a complete meal.

Sweet Potato and Black Bean Burrito Bowls:

Packed with fiber and protein, sweet potato and black bean burrito bowls are a healthy and satisfying dinner option. Layer cooked quinoa with roasted sweet potatoes, black beans, avocado, salsa, and cheese for a colorful and flavorful meal.

Teriyaki Beef Stir-Fry:

Tender strips of beef are stir-fried with bell peppers, broccoli, and snap peas in a homemade teriyaki sauce for a quick and delicious dinner option. Serve over rice or noodles for a complete meal.

Caprese Stuffed Chicken:

Stuffed with fresh mozzarella cheese, ripe tomatoes, and basil, this caprese stuffed chicken is bursting with flavor. Bake the chicken until golden and cooked through, then serve with a balsamic glaze for a gourmet meal at home.

Veggie-Packed Quinoa Salad:

Quinoa salad is a versatile and nutritious option for dinner. Toss cooked quinoa with your favorite vegetables, herbs, and vinaigrette dressing for a light and refreshing meal that's perfect for warm summer evenings.

Turkey and Veggie Meatballs:

Made with lean ground turkey and grated vegetables, these turkey and veggie meatballs are a healthier twist on a classic favorite. Serve them with marinara sauce and whole wheat spaghetti for a satisfying and nutritious meal.

Sheet Pan Lemon Herb Salmon and Veggies:

For an easy and hassle-free dinner option, try sheet pan lemon herb salmon and veggies. Arrange salmon fillets and your choice of vegetables on a sheet pan, then drizzle with a lemon-herb marinade and bake until tender and flavorful.

Chickpea and Spinach Curry:

Filled with protein-rich chickpeas and nutritious spinach, this chickpea and spinach curry is a satisfying and flavorful dinner option. Serve it over rice or with naan bread for a hearty and delicious meal.

Stuffed Portobello Mushrooms:

Portobello mushrooms are stuffed with a savory mixture of quinoa, spinach, feta cheese, and herbs, then baked until tender and golden for a delicious and nutritious dinner option. Serve them with a side salad for a complete meal.

Conclusion:

With these 20 healthy dinner recipes ready in 30 minutes or less, you can enjoy delicious and nutritious meals without spending hours in the kitchen. Whether you're craving seafood, poultry, beef, or vegetarian options, there's something for everyone on this list. So why not give these recipes a try and discover new favorites for your weeknight dinner rotation? Your taste buds and your body will thank you!

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[icanbeyourjedi-writes]

Dear Frankie Chapter Seven Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: A weekend away, leads to the next steps in the relationship

Words: 6754 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers for series: Frankie is active duty military, deployment, death, Adult language, themes, and SMUT A/N: So I don’t really know anything…ok I know nothing about Fayetteville, North Carolina.  I am taking my own liberties on what it’s like there.  Names of places may exist, but I have no idea if they are real or not as well as some of the events I have.  But it's fan fiction and there are no rules.  While the reader may have some descriptions, I am doing my best to leave out physical characteristics. Just try to have a little imagination while you're reading this. I am horrible at SMUT writing, sooooo...yeah Another A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting to this story, I started a full time job at most of you know and when I did, I didn’t realize that full time meant 50-60 hours a week.  It’s been a lot and I am trying to get some more written, thank you for staying with me and now that I have figured out this work full stuff I hope to get back to writing some more. 

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

-November 2012-

Try as you might Frankie, you will never be able to convince me that doughnuts are better than pancakes. The argument that they have frosting doesn’t work…who says you can’t put frosting on pancakes? 

I still can’t believe that you are with me, with everything that happened over the summer.  You always have said that you are the lucky one, but Frankie with how you treat me, with how you love me…I am the lucky one

It was the second week in November, you had been busy with work and Frankie had been swamped with his own.  A new recruitment class had just joined the ranks and he was busy teaching the new pilots. You missed him and when the two of you finally had a ‘Frankie Friday’ to be able to spend together you made sure to do things right. Tyler showed you a quick and easy Chicken Tortilla Soup recipe.  You stood in front of the stove stirring the pot of hot liquid when a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, Frankie rests his chin on your shoulder. Squeezing you and placing a kiss on your cheek “this smells amazing Estrella” you smile and lean back into him “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

You smile and nod your head in agreement, “gotta keep you fed somehow”, the two of you haven’t tried since that night. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you really did.  But something always felt off, felt forced almost.  Not on Frankie’s part, but on your own.  You were getting to the point where you just wanted to get it done and over with. Dinner was done, dishes sitting on the drying rack and the leftover soup placed in the fridge in a tupperware bowl with Frankie’s name written on it. Your feet up on the couch, curled into Frankie’s side as the two of you watch some comedy movie.  These nights with you help Frankie forget the negative in the world and he wants nothing more than to laugh and see you smile. 

“Hey, what are you doing next weekend? I know we’ve been busy with work…and the holiday is coming up” he asks while his fingers mindlessly rub on and down your bare arm “…but do you wanna…” 

“Yes” you say before he even finishes. He chuckles 

“I didn’t even finish what I was going to ask you, it could have been dangerous, or another wedding. I know how much you love those” 

“Is it another wedding?” You ask and he shakes his head “then bring on the danger Pilot Morales” 

“Warrant Officer,” he corrects you “adding Pilot my last name doesn’t make me official” he laughs and you shrug your shoulders and curl back into his side, head resting against him. Hand resting on his stomach, thumb rubbing against his soft gray shirt and you turn your attention back to the movie.  He clears his throat, “you wanna go away with me for the weekend? Just the two of us…”

“Where?” you ask

You pull up to what looks like a mansion.  A white stone front, with large wooden doors greet you, the backdrop of the mountains make it look like something out of a fairytale movie. Frankie kills the truck engine and you stare at the place you will be spending the next two days with your jaw dropped, not understanding how he was able to not only find this place but how he was able to afford it.  You’ve seen places like this for rent before and knew it wasn’t cheap by any means especially around the holidays. You feel Frankie’s thick fingers under your chin gently push up, closing your mouth “...how…” you ask 

“Eh, I know a guy” he smiles at you before leaning in to kiss you

“Oh, you just know a guy and you thought I was one with the mafia connection…you not telling me something Morales?” his hand moves from under your jaw, wrapping his fingers in your hair and holding your head in place as he kisses you slowly making you completely forget the question

“You said you wanted a little danger” his lips move over yours as he speaks, “do you wanna go inside?” you nod and quickly kiss him again 

Frankie opens his door, making his way over to you, He takes your hand as he helps you out of the truck.  Grabbing the two bags in the bed of the truck he follows you up to the front doors. His bag slung over his shoulder, the handles of your small bag wrapped around his hand, he reaches in gray sweat jacket and pulls out the key. Unlocking the large wooden door he pushes it open, you stand in awe of the house that lays in front of you. “It’s even better on the inside…” he whispers into your ear and you turn to look at him “after you” he nods his head towards the large open room. You bite your bottom lip and step inside. To the right of the door is what you can only imagine was a home office or library, books like all four walls. A grand staircase in the center of the room, walking past the stairs leads to a fireplace along the back wall. The family room on the right with a U-Shaped couch, facing a large picture frame window with the mountainous landscape. Who needs a TV with a few like this. On the left was a kitchen that any chef would dream for. Large fridge, a six-burner gas stove, two ovens and something that you knew was for pasta water but you didn’t know the correct term for. The large farm sink with its own window, and a center island big enough for ten people. Your jaw drops again, “who’s this guy you know?” You turn to face Frankie who set the bags down at the base of the stairs, shrugging his shoulders as he walks over to you

“Just a guy…really. It’s not a big deal” he places his hand on your lower back and kisses your cheek, “but if you think this is impressive. You should take a look at the bedroom” 

“Upstairs?” you ask 

“Upstairs…” he confirms and you run up the circular staircase leading to what find is the only room at the top of the stars 

Sliding open the barn door for the room, you almost faint at the beauty of the master bedroom. The room is larger than your entire downstairs studio apartment back in town. Floor to ceiling glass windows stretch the entire space. A large circle skylight that almost stretches from wall to wall has the room lit up with the setting sun. A king sized bed with dark blue sheets sits in the middle of the room under the skylight. You stand there in awe, Frankie’s footsteps behind you, climbing the stairs with your bags. Who was this guy and how the hell did Frankie know him? Part of you wondered…while the other part of you tried to commit every detail of this beautiful room to memory. Frankie sets your bags on the bench at the end of the bed. 

“This place is insane…” you shake your head still unable to believe it 

“Why don’t you get comfortable, unpack…I’ll go get some dinner started” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead 

“Since when do you cook?” You laugh 

It wasn’t that Frankie didn’t cook, he did. He just didn’t like to, he knew the basics and was able to make more than just Mac and Cheese but in all the time you knew him he rarely cooked. He pulls back, still holding your waist smiling, “as a beautiful woman once told me…I gotta keep you fed some how” 

You put your hand over his goofy smile and playfully push him away, “I can’t with you sometimes you know that”  you shake your head smiling 

“You love me…” when you don’t say anything his statement turns into a question “…wait you love me right?” 

“I’ll let you know after dinner” 

Frankie puts out his bottom lips, looking at you like a wounded puppy. Those big brown eyes of his almost breaking you, you shake your head and smile, “fine…I love you” you pat his check and the smile that grows you swear could light up the whole damn city. He does a little fist pump and heads towards the open door and makes his way down the stairs towards the kitchen. You shake your head, laughing to yourself and you make your way to unzip your bag. 

You pull out a little yellow satin lingerie pajama dress. Thin yellow straps, with a deep v-neck line, the straps criss-cross in the back in a corset type style. The dress ends on your upper thigh, and you know the moment you bend over, your dress will leave nothing to the imagination in the backside. The dress has two slits on the sides, you wondered what they were for when there was so little fabric to begin with. You slide on the yellow satin shorts that you found to match. Before leaving you have an internal debate with yourself if you should wear this for dinner. Your hair down, falling over your shoulders and you stop at the threshold of the door. “Do it Frankie will think it’s sexy and have you then and there. Your the only dinner he’ll need” a voice says in your head, “don’t you want this…” it says again when you turn around and find the sleep shorts you brought with you. Sliding them up and tucking in the little bit of dress that was exposed. “What are you doing…” the voice gets louder when you put on a hoodie. You check the mirror and make sure your little yellow dress was hidden, and throw your hair up in a messy bun on top of your head. 

Making your way down the stairs and towards the kitchen the smell of Italian food fills your nose. Turning the corner you see candles sitting on the kitchen island, a bowl of salad sitting there with two wine glasses and a bottle of rosé. Frankie’s back to you as he stirs something on the stove top. How long had you been standing upstairs arguing with yourself about what to wear, it was nowhere near long enough for him to whip this meal up was it? 

“Are you making risotto?!” You ask

“Yes?” He inflection makes his answer sound like a question and you raise an eyebrow at him “yes” he says again more confidently and stands up a little straighter, shoulders back and proud of himself 

“Mmmhmm” you hum and move to a bar stool at the island reaching into the salad bowl stealing a crouton “you just happened to learn how to make a mushroom risotto” 

“For you, I’d learn anything…” he looks over his shoulder to see you smirk and roll your eyes “...and maybe I stopped by Gio’s and picked some up before this weekend” he chuckled turning off the stove top and dishing two plates that he had set on on the counter next to him

“Thank you,” you kiss his cheek as his sets the plate down in front of you “and thank you for this”

A weekend away with you, was exactly what I needed. Get away from everything at home and it just be us.  The trip started perfectly, an incredible house, the perfect man next to me and my favorite dinner.  I would be lying to you if I didn’t tell you I was still terrified of the next step, but Frankie I am ready…I am ready for you.  I love you more than I think was ever possible. The, I mean our first time may not have been exactly the way either of us envisioned it but it was nothing short of memory making. 

Your back is against the armrest of the sofa, legs draped over Frankie’s lap.  One arm of his rest on the back of the sofa, the other over your legs.  His hand rubbing up and down your thigh.  His legs were bouncing and you could tell there was something he was waiting to say. There had been a movie playing on the TV but all you could focus on was Frankie and the inner debate he seemed to be having with himself. Was this what you looked like upstairs debating on wearing your sexy little sleepwear down stairs for dinner? 

“Hey…” you pause when he looks over at you “are you ok?” 

He takes a deep breath, “I…you. Ok” he pauses and takes a deep breath “I mean you kinda already are, but do you think you might want to move in with me?” 

“Really?” you ask with a bit of shock, you had been spending as much time as you could with him. At least when your schedules allowed for it. He looks away from you and down to his hand that now sits still on your thigh “hey…hey, I didn’t mean it like that.” you reach for his face, turning him gently to look at you. Your thumb rubbing along his jaw.

He moves his hand, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a silver key, a little heart shaped charm attached to it. You look down at the key, then back up to him, pulling his face towards you and kissing him with as much passion as you could. Fingers moving to his hair and holding him in place.  You can feel the cold metal of the key resting on your thigh, pulling away just enough to be able to speak, “yes, Frankie” you smile against him before kissing him again. The Key flattens against your leg, Frankie pulling you closer to him, giving himself the room to lay you down, back against the cushions.  The hand he had on the back of the couch now holds most of his body weight above you, he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing along yours. The key falls in between your leg and the cushions when he moves his hand up your thigh sliding it under the hoodie you had been wearing and rubbing along the silk of the sexy lingerie pajamas you had been hiding.

He lifts the hoodie a little further before your hand catches his wrist and stops his movements. To try and make it seem a little less awkward and not that you don’t want to take the next step you move your hand to lace your fingers with his. Feeling the bulge in his jeans pressed against you, you turn your head to catch your breath. Frankie kissing you on the check, your jaw, then your ear. His teeth biting the lobe, “do you want to take this upstairs?” his voice a low and deep whisper, your brain forgetting how to speak. You nod your head, the scruff on his face tickles as you turn carefully to look at him. His soft brown eyes turning dark, filled with lust and you want nothing more than to let him take you to bed. 

Sitting up, you slide your legs off Frankie. He offers you his hand when he stands up fully, wrapping your fingers around his, he pulls you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his waist, and rest your head against his chest.  Breathing in a scent that is uniquely him.  Coffee, Fennel and something that you can not describe. It’s sweet but with a hint of spice and when you smell it, it smells like home. His hands slide down your back and over your ass, grabbing it and slowly leading you backwards towards the stairs. Your hands work their way to wrap around his neck, he leans back lifting your feet off the ground. Silently telling you to wrap your legs around his waist, when you do you feel his hands wrap around your thighs holding you to him and he begins to walk up the stairs.  When you feel him stop, you slowly unwrap your legs from him, feet finding the cold hard wood floor or the bedroom. He cages you against the wall, lips attached to yours while his hand fumbles around for a switch. He finally finds the switch he was looking for and a fire comes to life along the one wall that isn’t lined with glass windows.

His your hands slide down his chest, finding the zipper to his grey hoodie. Pulling it down and opening it up to his soft red shirt underneath. His hands move to your waist and start to slide under again, feeling the silk below. He pulls back an eyebrow raised and a slight smirk on his face. “What’s this…” he questions as part of the yellow fabric becomes more exposed. You bite your lip, and pull his face back towards you, hoping that kissing him he’d forget the question. You know how the story ends, he will eventually see it when he starts to undress you. But you’d rather have his lips and attention focused on kissing you instead of what you are wearing. 

You push on his chest, getting him to walk backwards towards the bed. For not knowing the layout of the room you were very successful in leading him to the bed. His legs hit the bed, one hand moving from your waist to brace himself as he sits on the edge. Your legs move to straddle him, sitting on his lap continuing the kiss. His hands reach again for your hoodie, lifting it up inch by inch. More of the silky yellow fabric becoming exposed, he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to rip the hoodie over your head. His eyes drift down, seeing the helicopter charm resting against your chest, they continue down when he sees the sexy little number you had hidden. His hands on your waist, thumbs stroking your hips, licking his lips, continuing to drink the sight of you in. “Were you gonna wear this to dinner?” he asks you. You nod your head, your eyes looking down avoiding the look he’s giving you “it’s a good thing you didn’t…we never would have made it through the meal if you did” 

He lets you slide the jacket off his shoulders, your hands shaking as you reach for the hem of his shirt. His hands hold your wrist and help you lift the shirt over his head. You throw it behind you, your eyes still on his. Hands gripping in his broad shoulders, leaning back to kiss him. Your hips begin to rock against him, Frankie’s hands on your waist almost encouraging you to continue. When you break the kiss for a moment to catch your breath you hear him ask ‘are you sure?’ 

“Yes, Frankie…I, I’m ready” you smile, your thumb brushing over his lips “I love you” 

He kisses your thumb, smiling and nodding his head in agreement. The hands holding your waist move wrapping his arms around you, flipping you to your back. He stands next to the bed, propping yourself up in on elbows you reach for his belt “mmm not yet, this is about you” he motions for you to lay your head on the pillows, he follows laying next to you. His fingers pick up the charm resting between your breasts, his dark eyes focused on you. You reach up to cup his check and gently tuck a little curl behind his ear. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue sliding against your lips while his fingers trail down stopping when he reaches the waistband of your shorts. His thumb sliding underneath “may I?” 

You nod your head, instead of sliding your shorts off his fingers trail down further, through the curly hair there. His lips back on yours, moving slowly while his finger slips through your folds to find you already drenched waiting for him. His long calloused middle finger rubbing circles on your clit, you moan against his lips. Frankie carefully slides his finger down, towards your entrance when your hand flies to his bicep gripping it tightly. Pulling him away from this kiss thinking he had done something wrong, his finger stops moving and he brings his hand out of your shorts “are you ok? I…is this…I” he deep voice stuttering 

“No, no keep going. I just wasn’t…please do it again?” You nod your head “I just wasn’t expecting it…” 

“Ok…” he agrees, he slides his hand back, fingers making the same path as before. His eyes locked on to yours making sure that you are ok. He begins to slide in his finger and you bite your bottom lip, he inches in it slowly watching your face closing your eyes and the furrow between your brow relaxing he leans back down, kissing you gently and beginning to work his finger in and out of you. The grip on his bicep relaxes your hand moving to his neck, fingers threading three his hair when he moves his lips to the nook of your neck. Letting out a moan when his tongue licks a sensitive part there. 

“Are you ok?” He breathes against your skin 

“Mmmmhmmm” you hum nodding your head and you can feel the grin on his face against your skin 

“I’m gonna add another one ok?” He waits for your response, when you tell him ok he slips in another finger working you open. Preparing you to be ready for him and the next step

Mi Pescado, My love…so this is what you meant by preparing me first. I knew you had to be good with your hands. You are a skilled pilot after all but I had no idea you could play me like an instrument. I’ve tried this before but you are making me feel things I never had imagined. 

“Oooo” you moan against his neck “Frraaaankie” your fingers tighten his is hair a low moan escaping his lips that are still latched to your neck while his fingers continue to work in and out of you. Curling and rubbing against the most delicious spot 

“Come for me Mi Estrella…” his lips brush against your ear, teeth pulling on your lobe

Your eyes closed, head tilted back, hips rocking against the palm of his hand while his fingers kept working. 

Every cliché sounded exactly like that, a cliché. But Frankie, you made fireworks explode…waves crash on the beach…lava erupting from a volcano…and had the world stopping for just a moment. 

Your breathing fast, heart racing out of your chest. Eyes closed as you try to bring yourself back to earth. Frankie’s fingers now move slower, drawing out the incredible feeling of floating on air. Your fingers loosen around the dark locks. You open your eyes to see him, a smile on his face, eyes sparkling like the embers of the fireplace in the room. Fingertips massaging the back of his neck and you can’t help the post-orgasm smile on your face. 

“I love you,” he tells you leaning down kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, then giving you a quick kiss to the lips “so much” 

You push some curls back off his forehead, fingers trailing down behind his ear. Over the scruff on his jawline, following it down to his chin. Catching it between your thumb and fingers you pull him back in for a kiss, “I love you” you murmur against his lips

Moving his body he positions himself over you, your legs spreading to let him fit. Sitting up, he reaches for the hem of the silk dress. He begins to pull it up, you sit up letting him pull it over your head.  His eyes roam down your bare chest, hands moving down the side of your body. Hands stopping at your hips, thumb brushing the soft, sensitive skin there. Biting the inside of his cheek and shaking his head, almost in disbelief. “How did I get so lucky?” he says to himself “so beautiful” 

Your hands work to undo his belt buckle, forehead resting against his. Your breathing picking up in anticipation of the next steps “then why don’t you finish your meal, Francisco” you say as seductively as you can with your heartbeat rising. Remembering the night he told you he didn’t prepare you first, that the night when everything went wrong he blamed himself. 

“Yes ma’am, gladly” he smirks, he stands to remove his pants the rest of the way. Before dropping them to the floor he reaches in his pocket, trying to find the little foil rapper.  You slide off your now soaked underwear and shorts throwing them on the other side of the bed, “shit…shit” you hear him turning your attention back towards the now naked man sitting on the edge of the bed. His elbows on his knees, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other over his face.

“Frankie?” you say softly, moving your body towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder, his head shaking in disappointment 

“I thought I had…I don’t, the condom fell out” he manages to finally say looking at you. His dark brown eyes, the once lustful look now replaced with sadness 

“It’s ok…we…” you put your hand on his cheek “I trust you” leaning in to kiss his shoulder, then his cheek, finding his lips “I trust you” you say again. 

Your eyes locking onto his; you take his hands and move them to your body, hands wrap around his neck guiding him back to the bed. Back to the position you had left. His forearm resting next to you holding his body weight off you. His other hand moves to his cock, stroking himself a few times before sliding the tip between your folds. You hold your breath when you feel tip notch at your entrance, “hey…hey breathe, ok” his voice concerned trying to guide you through this “just focus on me” you nod your head taking a deep breath.

He pushes in a bit further when you take your breath, moaning at the stretch. Your eyes closed, Frankie’s lips brush over your ear “ok?” he asks, and you nod. Fingers threading through his hair tugging on it “yes” you whisper and he inches further. Stopping again to let you adjust before he pushes further. The little tugs of his hair and air little moans encourage him to continue until he is fully in. You open your eyes, feeling that he had stopped moving, the feeling of him completely pushed up against you. The coarse hairs pressed to each other. “Ok?” He asks you again 

“Yes,” you smile at him “I love you” 

“I love you too” he leans down slowly kissing you. Staying still is hard for him, his cock twitching and begging for him to move. It’s taking every bit of his strength to not pull out and slam back into you. “I’m gonna move now, If you need…” 

“You to stop, tell you. Frankie, I trust you” you press your thumb over his lips. You roll your hips trying to create friction. You don’t know what made you do it, or how you knew to do it. Frankie grunts when you roll your hips again. 

Frankie starts to pull out, just enough to push back in. Small thrusts to start with, letting you feel him, giving you the chance to tell him to stop if you need to. Your small moans encourage him to continue to pull out further. His hand slides down your thigh, hooking around your knee and moving your leg up a little higher on his hips giving him a new angle. Your nails scratch down his back leaving your own mark on him, while his tongue and lips leave their own on your neck. 

“Oooo ooooh…” you breathe out, each snap of his hips brings out a new sound. His pace quickens, he wanted to hold back to go slow but you felt to good and it had been so long since he felt like this “Frrrrammmm” 

“Ok…is..too…much…” each word leaves his mouth with a thrust, lips against your skin. His head buried in your neck, his cock buried deep in your cunt. 

“Mmm it’s good” you tilt your head further back. Back arching while Frankie buried himself deeper. Legs tightening around him, your toes curling. He had found a spot inside of you that is setting your skin a blaze, a fire quickly building deep within you. “Frrraaankie….hmmm” you moan again 

His hips snapping harder, the pace picking up, sweet dripping down his body onto yours. He adjusts himself so he’s thrusting even deeper than before. His hand moves to hold the headboard, gripping onto it to help hold him above your body. Your toes curling more, hips moving with his, your hand trying to find something to hold on to. His grunts are only matched with your moans, skin slapping against skin. Your hand moves from his back and flies to grip the headboard when you lost control of the fire, a full blown inferno now. 

“Shhhhit….Oh god…Fffff” you walls clench around him, the damn burst and you come around him. Frankie chasing his own high, his head high above you know looking down on the beautiful faces you make as you fall over the edge. The hand not hold the headboard moves to your waist and down your leg that had he clenched around him. Moving your leg to open you up and thrust harder and faster. 

“Where?” He snarls, the chords in his neck tightening and his teeth grit together “I…need…to…” 

“Whhhat?” You ask as he snaps his hips again 

“Can…I…shiiiit” he can barely get the words out and you can feel him throbbing inside of you. You barely had enough time to say “inside” when warm fills you again. 

His toes curl, his breathing heavy and eyes closed. Ropes of his seed continue to flow, the once calculated and precision thrusts have slowed. Now longer slamming back into you, but gently sliding in and out. Frankie’s arm is growing tired and he lays his body weight on to you. The two of you are breathing heavily, his warm damp skin laying on top of yours. Your fingers massage the back of his head, puffs of hot air against your neck and his thick cock still pulses inside of you. His body begins to relax the more you play with his hair, your own breathing starting to even out. His face towards you, hot puffs of air hit your cheek. A stark contrast to the cold tear that falls from your eye that you know he feels. You don’t have to say anything before a barely there kiss is placed to your temple, then catching the next tear before it falls. 

“Shit, baby…I…I am sooo, are you ok?” he lifts his head, regaining strength he lefts the top of his body off of yours, your hands moving with him “did I hurt you” he slides out of you as carefully as he can. A hand holding your wrist, while the other cups your face

You swallow hard and shake your head, “I’m ok Frankie…I just, I’m sorry” you say quietly. You know the sex didn’t seem to last long, it seemed to be over quicker then you had hoped for. You know his experience and are sure that this wasn’t as good for him as he has had in the past.  “I’m…”

“Why are you sorry?” his thumb stroking your cheekbone, and a hand on your hip. The fire behind him and the sweet shine off his body making him look like a Greek God “you have nothing to be sorry for”

“It didn’t…I didn’t, was it? Was I ok?” you finally manage to ask him, sitting up. His hand still holding your hip, the hand on your face cradling the back of your neck “did you enjoy it?” 

“Did I enjoy it?” He asks, there was a tone to his voice you had never heard before. A mix of annoyance and saddens “of course I did, so it did last long. That doesn’t matter. What matters is how I feel about you and how I feel when I’m with you. And I love you, I love you more than I ever thought was possible” 

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. You wrap your arms around him, head resting on his shoulder. Your hands run down his back, kissing his shoulder and pulling away to look at him. 

The fact was, it wasn’t like how I pictured it. It wasn’t like how they made it seem to be in the movies. I didn’t know what I was doing, and as much as I trusted you I was terrified. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky to have someone as understanding and wonderful as you. But, Frankie, I love you. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. 

“Maybe we can try it again?” you ask a shy smile toying at your lips 

“Of course, we can. I mean practice does make perfect” 

You hear the fire crackling, you open your eyes slowly.  Frankie’s bare back facing you from the end of the bed, holding a guitar he had found in the room.  Fingers gently brushing against the strings, turning the tuning pegs until he finds the right tone.  Carefully sliding the sheets off your naked body you crawl on the bed to him. Kissing his shoulder, your hand rubs up and down his back and you sit close, watching his thumb move over the strings again.

“I didn’t know you played guitar” you chin resting on his shoulder 

“I am a man of many hidden talents” he smiles leaning his head towards you 

“Play me something?” you ask

“I’m really not that good, I just…sometimes while away…I” he starts

You could always tell when he was starting to get nervous, he hands were busy otherwise you know he would be rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding all eye contact with you. You lift your head and place a kiss on his cheek, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Please?” you ask again. 

He nods, and begins playing a song you don’t know the melody to.  His eyes focused on what his hands were doing, his tongues peaking out of his lips in concentration. After a few chords you start to recognize, ‘I wanna know what love is…” you hum “I want you to show me” you say out loud. You can see the smile grow on his face.  After he had finished the few last chords of the chorus he stops playing, turning his head towards you

“That's all I know. I told you I wasn’t really that good” he sets the guitar down, his hand moving to cup your face, “however, this one one more hidden talent I need to show you”

It takes your mind a moment to register where this was going, his eyes looking up and down your naked body, a devilish grin on his face as he leans in to kiss you. Using all tongue your brain finally figures it out. You pull away, catching your breath, “oh, that talent…” you smile.

“Mmmmhmm” he nods his head in agreement 

“Ok, Catfish…show me” 

The sun was beating down on your bare back, the skylight above the bed letting you know the morning had come. Your hand running along the empty space next to you. The spot now cold, your eyes fly open wondering where he could have gone, he didn’t…no why would he? You shake the thought as soon as it comes to you. Sitting up, a slight pain, yet pleasure runs between your legs. You look at his pillow, finding a rose and a yellow sticky note. You reach for the flower first and bring it to your nose, setting it on your lap you reach for the yellow paper. Frankie’s handwriting and a small hand drawn heart in the corner 

Estrella, 

I thank my lucky stars everyday that you came into my life. Whenever the skies get to dark and the world feels like it’s caving in. You are there, a light in my darkness. Remember that I love you and that will never change 

-Frankie 

You twirl the flower in your finger, a smile lingering on your face as his voice reads the letter in your mind again. ‘I love you and that will never change’ Frankie was a once in a lifetime kind of man, even after a year of being together you know he is the one for you. You move your legs to the edge of the bed, placing your feet on the floor. You slowly walk to the bathroom, feeling him with every step you take. 

You stop in front of the large mirror above the vanity and sinks. The movie at least got something right, you had a glow about you. Your lips still slightly swollen from kissing Frankie, your hair a mess, Frankie had left a trail of hickeys down your neck and scattered throughout your body. You follow them down to your hips where a small bruise was. You brush a finger over it and flashbacks of Frankie grabbing your waist tightly as he chased his high for the 4th time that night. Or was it morning? 

You freshen up, turning the light off in the bathroom you gingerly walk back in the bedroom and try to find your clothes from the night before. Then you see his grey sweat zip up jacket. A little light and a devilish grin spreads across your face. You slide it on and zip it up just enough to cover your lower half. You push the sleeves up so hands are free and you make your way down the stairs finding Frankie wearing his tight red boxer briefs in the kitchen once again. 

You don’t try to be sneaky, you know with that military training he could hear you coming no matter how hard you tried to be silent. Your arms wrap around his waist, while he flips the pancake. Kissing his back, “you know, you're too good to me?” 

He places the last pancake on a plate. Turning off the stove and facing you, “well I gotta keep you feed some how” he grins “good morning” 

“Morning” you reply before he leans down to kiss you “thank you for the flower”

He nods, fingers playing with the zipper resting just below your chest. Slowly moving you back towards the kitchen island.  Your hands holding his waist just above the band of his boxer briefs. Nose running along yours, your breath catches when he pulls the zipper down exposing your bare body to him.  Hands sliding to hold your hips under the grey fabric, lips finding yours in an unrushed kiss, taking his time making you feel every ounce of love he has for you. Your smile gives him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in, pulling your body closer to his when he does. Your stomach growls, causing him to pull back and chuckle. “Someone really is hungry…” 

“Shut up” 

You push him away, and walk the few steps to grab the plate that he put the pancakes on. The slight twinge of pain is still there when you walk, and you already know that Frankie knows. His face says it all when you turn back to him. “Did I hurt you, I knew I should have stopped…it was to much for the first time” he shakes his head 

“Frankie, hey…hey I’m ok. Really, I’m fine. Great actually” you were. You weren’t lying, you did feel great. Sure maybe you should have stopped after the 4th time but you wanted him more than anything and he did say practice makes perfect 

Frankie, my Francisco…mi Pescado, thank you. Thank you for being patient, thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for this weekend. Thank you for taking your time with me that night. Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for being my Francisco. I don’t know what this next step of our journey will hold but I can not wait for you to be the last and first thing I see everyday. 

I love you 

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[kaltstrahls]

hi everybunny!

the march issue of my cooking newsletter is out now! this month’s recipe is one of my easy weeknight favourites, chicken tortilla soup! a recipe for banana bread will be added tomorrow as well

please check it out if you are interested! 🐇💛

[saltandlavenderblog]

Easy chicken tortilla soup recipe

[motherhenna]

For easy, cheap meals my go-tos are usually:

- Breakfast burritos (you can keep tortillas in the freezer/fridge, salsa, sour cream, cheese, eggs however you like, if you have extra lunch meat or leftover meat it can be thrown in)

- Tuna rice bowls (canned tuna with a little mayo, rice, I usually keep frozen edamame in the freezer, if you have furikake or seaweed snacks those are nice to top with, sriracha)

- Basically lunchables (crackers of choice, cheese, lunch meat if I have it, any fruit I have on hand but honestly grapes and apples are my favorite with the cheese)

- In college I used to keep a jar of pesto on hand and whenever I made pasta would just finish it in a pan with pesto, cheese, and milk to make a creamy pesto sauce

Whenever I do have like a really good weekend day or burst of energy, I try to make something that I know will last me a few days or will freeze well (like jambalaya, an easy soup from scratch, etc). I’m not the biggest fan of slow cooker recipes but honestly they’re often low effort and I will make some every now and then to save energy!

Thanks a lot, anon! I'll keep all of those in mind--I actually just bought some tortillas earlier today for chicken quesadillas so burritos are certainly another option!

[scarletjedi]

Okay- things have calmed down enough with the puppy that I can cook again, and tonight I made perhaps the best chili I have ever made.

Creamy Keto White Chicken Chili.

Now, I’m not doing keto but I am doing low carb for my blood sugar management, and I like making chili anyway because it’s “naturally” low carb. The fact that I tend to eat traditional red chili as a dip for tortilla chips however….

But this- it was more like a soup than a stew, but it tasted like queso blanco nacho cheese. Y’all. I got out a piece of bread *untoasted* to sop this up and I hate mushy bread. (I have a loaf of whole wheat and it tends toward the gummy side)

It was easy, too. Came together in about 30 minutes, including the prep work.

Here’s the recipie. I followed it pretty closely, choosing all the optional ingredients. The main difference is that I had 1.25lb of chicken and a 7oz can of chiles. Oh, and I used a red onion because that’s what I had.

[gatsby-system-folks]

I've got 4 recipes hereeeee

Are you telling me a mixed vegetables fried this rice

Get your vegetables. I used frozen vegetables like a loser but any vegetables oughtta work. Steamed broccoli would be good. Green beans, carrots, and corn was what I used and it slapped.

Make some rice (boil water, add about half as much rice with the understanding that rice grows, simmer for for 10-15 minutes or until it's about as soft as you want it LOOK AT ME: POKE IT WITH A SPOON DO NOT TOUCH THE BOILING RICE WITH YOUR FINGER, fluff and serve)

Butter a frying pan and heat it

Put the rice and veg in the frying pan and let them heat up for a short while. They'll sound pretty when it's ready.

Then crack in an egg.

And scramble it.

I always make my fried rice pretty soft cooked but you can get it crispy if so desired

Easy on the soy sauce. Use sesame seed oil too.

In total, including clean up and buffer time it takes about an hour, but it could take longer or shorter depending on how fast you cook.

Boujee botato burrito

This one's stupid

But it tastes GOOD

Prepare some steak fries however you like to prepare stake fries. I deep fry and my mama bakes them. Air fryer, pan fried, cooked over an open flame idc.

Get a tortilla. Not a tiny one either, we're working with steak fries here.

Here me out. I know this is stupid but AMERICAN CHEESE is actually best in this case. It's got a good texture. And juuuust enough flavor to compliment and give the burrito a little grounding without becoming a main aspect of the dish.

So put your tortilla on your Large Heating Surface Of Choice, I use a grill but whatevers big enough, a frying pan would work, and toast it and melt the cheese a little.

Then put on your fries.

Then, and I need a citation for this because I do not know the exact combination of herbs but use Cajun seasoning. Look up badia cajun seasoning and use that. Or season to taste, you want a slightly sweet and spicy blend, kinda like the seasoning on a barbecue chip but more Green and Yellow

Then top it with romaine lettuce and wrap it.

Or other lettuce or maybe spinach, but you don't want to overload the flavor.

This one takes much less time, the longest part is cooking the fries, I'd say about 20 minutes total, even with clean up.

It tastes.. in the same ballpark as a gyro. Not the same at all, but like if a gyro had a cousin from Weeki Wochi Springs (and... that's pretty accurate actually. As someone who is intimately familiar with the Really Sweaty parts of florida and is reasonably familiar with our next door flood buddy (louisianna) and the food from both places. Look if you've ever been to Natchitoches, LA and try food from there you'll know what I mean)

Thor's comfort food

That's a fucking stupid name sorry

It's soup. So we're clear.

This is borderline stew, and is something to make to feed you for several days, it's very hearty.

And this is a leftover soup! But it doesn't have to be you can make it fresh if you want to.

But chop up some fries and chicken (I used leftover steak fries and chicken tenders, which have a story behind them but not for here, I'm not that southern)

Put them in a deep pot with some butter to start getting them warm. The chicken needs to be all the way cooked beforehand, this is where the leftover part comes in handy. The steak fries less so but yk

When they're warm and popping a little, add a can of cream of chicken soup, milk, cheddar and mozzarella cheese, SALT, chili seasoning, a shake of Tony chachere's, (that's pronounced SaShaRay's if you wanna ask for it at a grocery store), and a dash of honey mustard.

Let it warm and mingle on high heat until it tastes super good.

Put aside and make some rice (sea above). Yellow or brown rice would be SO GOOD with this, especially yellow rice. I only had white on hand tho loll

Mix the rice into the soup, and heat it up again to serving temp.

I'd serve it with some nutty bread. Not pumpernickel or white bread. Rye would be good. Or even just some standard wheat bread. Maybe some cheddar biscuits or cornbread lol.

This one takes much longer just by nature, I'd give it an hour to an hour and a half, clean up included.

This one doesn't have a name right now lol

Goat cheese

Blueberries

Honey

Rosemary if you're a homestuck (or have good taste in herbs)

Put it in a (oven safe) bowl or even straight on some thick bread (foccacia would work well. That's fecasha if you've never seen the word written out. Horse divorce).

Put it in the oven, or better, a toaster oven (not a microwave)

Heat it until the berries and goat cheese get soft

Blend it all together

Serve..

It takes maybe 15mins

[mariacallous]

My mom, and her mom, were and are great cooks, but we were also very much the kind of family that relied on basic (and essentially timeless) recipes, and my grandma was born around the 1920s, and my mom was born at the beginning of the 60s.

Both my mom and her mom worked full-time and raised multiple kids (and my mom lost her dad when she was young, so my great-aunt who I've mentioned before many times, moved in to help raise her and her four brothers) and so they needed affordable, filling, easy recipes.

Which meant we had a lot of meatloaf (with fries or potatoes of some kind, and if we were feeling fancy or wanted to stretch it, with cheese and sliced ham in the center), casseroles of all kind (to this day I still crave her tuna casserole, which is basically canned tuna, white sauce - canned white sauce pre-my dad's celiac - and crushed potato chips for the topping and in the mix? I don't think there was any pasta or noodles involved), grilled hot dogs and hamburgers (the latter with 80/20 ground beef, ketchup or bbq sauce, and onion soup mix or other seasonings) with fries (and steak or pork chops or chicken if we wanted to step it up a bit), breakfast for dinner during lent or when not wanting to do too much (so pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon or sausage), tacos and burritos (seasoned ground beef or shredded chicken or, if my dad was feeling it, carnitas, with tortillas and taco shells and cheese and other toppings), big things of baked pastas (and just regular cooked pasta), chili (sometimes with cornbread or french bread) and the infamous hamburger rice - which is basically ground beef and onions in a tomato sauce (homemade/from scratch if so inclined but otherwise canned or jarred) with canned corn and a fuckton of rice, mixed together (sometimes baked but otherwise just a big pot of rice mixed with a beefy tomato sauce and canned corn and onions) and with cheese sprinked on or included. (This is the dish we ate a ton because of my dad's celiac and because it was cheap, quick, and easy, and it's why I have to fight to get over my avoidance of rice dishes to this day).

My mom's potato salad (and macaroni salad, since the only difference is whether you use potatoes or noodles) is basically just potatoes (or noodles) parboiled and then cubed, mixed with onion, pimento, mayo, ketchup, mustard, a small amount of paprika, and salt and pepper - and I also crave it to this day. (When I was an infant I once ended up in the trunk of my parents' car and proceeded to help myself to the bowl that was there for the picnic the family was having at Kennedy Grove.

That's not all we ate (because it was the 90s and early 2000s, and both me and my mom love chinese takeout and prime rib, and because there is always some evolution and differentiation) but that was basically what we had, and it was pretty much what she had when she was growing up too, so we basically ate mid-century meals well into the beginning of the 21st century.