#meat loaf mix

[steakrogers]

just another

Wasted Youth

[fandom-hoarder]

Mom's Meatloaf Mix XOXO

[a fic tie-in mixtape]

A Side:

Bat Out of Hell

All Revved Up With No Place to Go

Peel Out

Paradise By the Dashboard Light

I'll Kill You If You Don't Come Back

Fallen Angel

Two Out of Three Ain't Bad

B Side:

I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

Everything Is Permitted

If You Really Want To

I'm Gonna Love Her For Both of Us

Masculine

Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through

You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth

Heaven Can Wait

[abbylovesfilm]

Meatloaf - Best Ever Meat Loaf This best ever meatloaf recipe lives up to its name. Cheese is baked into this easy meatloaf. Plus a perfect mix of ingredients to make a tasty crust.

[lilianekhalil]

Best Ever Meat Loaf Recipe The name of this recipe for the best meatloaf ever is accurate. This simple meatloaf has cheese baked inside. Moreover, a delicious crust made with the ideal combination of ingredients.

[chosenxbyxetro]

Main Dishes - Beef Meatloaf - Rempel Family Meatloaf Cheese-topped meatloaf with steak sauce, onion soup mix, and crushed buttery round crackers.

[beckettsworld]

Rempel Family Meatloaf Cheese-topped meatloaf with steak sauce, onion soup mix, and crushed buttery round crackers.

[mandelleieschelde]

Best Ever Meat Loaf The name of this recipe for the best meatloaf ever is accurate. This simple meatloaf has cheese baked inside. Moreover, a delicious crust made with the ideal combination of ingredients. 1/4 cup ketchup, 1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese, 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper, 1/4 cup brown sugar, 3 slices bread crumbled, 2 large eggs, 1.5 pounds ground beef, 1/2 cup shredded carrot, 2/3 cup milk, 1 onion chopped, 2 teaspoons salt, 1 tablespoon prepared yellow mustard

[sorcerous-caress]

I'm so jealous of Daniil. Having only played the Haruspex route so far in both game, each time I'm invited to the Bachelor's place I turn green with envy at how he resides at an actual proper house with a real room and a real bed.

A real bed with a whole bedframe. A pillow with an actual pillowcase!! His bed even has sheets!

He has WINDOWS. His house is in a nice neighbourhood, and his roommate is a very attractive woman. There is actual furniture in his room. Not one hint of fungus growing on the walls or rust!

Can you imagine living there as your lair? Spending the whole game knowing you have a real house with a real bed to go back to at the end of each night? Seeing Eva's face every day before leaving to do quests?

Meanwhile, Artemy is stuck in this dumpster room of an abandoned factory. Cuddling with rats on his makeshift bed, held by nothing but a wooden panel, some boxes and a dream.

A pillow so yellow it has its own ecosystem where bugs established real estate. Is that even a pillow or is it some random rock Artemy found and chucked in there? Is it a stale loaf of bread?? Why is it hard looking?

But no, you don't even get to keep the rock roach pillow because in P2, they take it away.

Fuck you Artemy, you had it good for too long. No pillow now because what are you gonna do about it?. Fold your mattress instead to have a resemblance of a faux sense of protection under your most vital organ during the long hours of death rehearsal that you call sleep.

Somehow, they made the bed even more unstable looking. As if that thin panel in the middle could hold Artemy's weight without caving in. Oh, and apparently, I ran out of boxes to use for furniture because the bed and the table have to share custody of the same box.

We have downgraded into barrels now, as you can see :) No, I don't know what they used to contain inside.

Waking up every day to Sticky's snotty face telling me not to spit in the wind and nagging me about cleaning up the week-old human organs thrown around that are stinking up the place.

THERE IS MOLD GROWING ON MY WALLS. RUST FLAKES FALL FROM THE EXPOSED METAL PIPES DOWN INTO MY CEREAL EACH BREAKFAST.

This single wall holds so much mold and fungus that they started crossbreeding and evolved into new, never seen before types of bacteria. Satan's asscrack is more hygienic than whatever biohazard plagues of Egypt this slab of concrete contains.

I live in the gutters. My only neighbours are an illegal gang of minors with a hatred for furries and another illegal gang but of adults this time who sell me bullets way above the market price. A dangerous neighbourhood where you can't have shit because SOMEONE STOLE MY BULL.

The basement I reside in has no windows, the smell is pungent and fucking vile down here. There isn't even a space for a bathroom.

This is my kitchenette/bathroomette/showerette/cupboardette/surgery tools disinfection stationette/sinkette/watercoolerette/toilette/fridge.

also my buckets yk.

One bucket for the makeshift bathroom, another for holding important organs and loose guts during surgery, a third one as a cooking pot for making tasty meat grub soup and the final one for murky water after sweeping the floor.

What do I use to tell them apart? Oh nothing :) I just mix em up every now and then, oppsie daisy.

Oh and the floors are CONSTANTLY wet for some reason. Yeah sticky slipped and almost broke his neck the other day so watch your steps.

There is also this eerie room with literal garbage and broken furniture right next to the entrance. Don't worry about it, sometimes I hear someone crying and screaming for help when I'm trying to go to sleep but it's just the factory being silly lol.

Now this? This is where the M A G I C happens. This is where Artemy the Menkhu makes his famous herbal remedies and natural mixtures. This is where the Panacea for the infamous sand plague gets made!

In a rusty empty food can.

Falling into a bucket with shit stains.

MEDICINE BABBYYY. GET YOUR WEAK SOFT BONED ASS BACK TO THE CAPITAL BITCH, THIS IS HOW REAL MEN MAKE REAALLL MEDICINE!! RAWRRRRR🦅🦅💥💥

Meanwhile, dickovsky has the view of the cathedral and polyhedron just around the corner from where he resides. He has a backyard with a lake, and all I have is a swamp behind my basement. I trudge through the mud each night, collecting weeds and herbs to mix and trade so I and the two orphans who adopted themselves into my life don't go starving.

Not to mention the gaggles of herb brides loitering outside and giving me a false bad reputation.

That dandy douchbag has a pharmacy, a grocery, and a tailor right next door. The closest establishment to my shrekcore place of resident is a dingy basement bar with shady drinks and no bouncer to check for ID, I saw two kids in there once.

Pov: a qt3.14 surgeon says his dad isn't home and invites you over.

[wailing-bunny]

Appetizer

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Dark Content Warning!

Contains: Jiaoqiu, Jing Yuan, x fem Reader

Warnings: yandere, forced marriage, dub-con, vague NSFW, abuse

WARNING! Some tags are not added for surprise factor, please read accordingly!

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“Qǐng màn yòng, my lady.”

The sweet smell of peppers dancing in an appetizing sea of delicious vegetables, the aroma that makes you salivate and sigh in desire, the boiling hot pot that is steaming, making your cheeks red from the heat.

A series of fine meat, still steaming soups, carefully chopped and mixed vegetables, deliciously spiced rice, and many drinks, to accompany the unimaginable feast in front of you.

One of the only pros you saw in this forced marriage, a very skilled healer was chosen to take care of you.

A healer he calls himself, but medicine cannot be made without food, and remedies cannot be found without some spice, he says.

You do not complain, why would you? All these delicious meals lined in front of you, they were something different every day. So many options, but he never repeated his meals.

Every day, a different medicine.

Every day, a different sensation.

The sly fox simply chuckled with a hand on his mouth, as he watched you devour the food like a starved animal.

A starved animal, you were. Considering your husband’s choice of keeping you locked in his room when he had things to attend to.

And being a general, he had a lot of duties to attend to, naturally.

So you could only have a proper meal only once in five days, or maybe three, if you’re lucky enough.

Of course he didn’t keep you unfed outside of those days you were pampered with many dishes. There would be a loaf of bread and a bowl filled with milk on your nightstand every week. You just have to spend it carefully.

It will teach you strategy, and patience, he said. And maybe it will teach you enough to win your freedom one day too.

But for now, the only thing that mattered was the feast in front of you. There was so much, you had already felt full, but you knew you would be starving these next days, so you continued to eat regardless.

The general had always said he liked you more chubby, anyway. A sweet thing for him to say.

You just wished he would be sweet enough to let you save some of the meals for later, though. But unfortunately, once Jiaoqiu was gone, they were too.

And being the good wife you are, you were expected to return to your shared bedroom after you were done receiving a physical examination.

You didn’t know why you were acting like this suddenly, though. Immediately jumping into the general’s arms, and looking at him so prettily, with a blush tinting your cheeks.

You didn’t know why you clung to him so tightly, begging him to touch you.

You didn’t know why you were suddenly on top of him, riding him as he stared at you with a lazy smile, appreciating your pitiful, small efforts.

And you didn’t know, why, no matter what you did, no matter how much you chased for that pleasure, the fog in your head wouldn’t clear, and the tight knot inside your stomach wouldn’t come undone.

You begged and begged the general, to help you, to do something. You told him this wasn’t normal, and you needed to be checked for a disease of sorts. And when he didn’t take you seriously, you begged him to bring you to that pleasure instead.

Which he simply replied with a,

“Ah ah ah, you must work for what you want, young lady. I taught you manners, didn’t I? “

So you did. You worked for it hard, and even when you exhausted yourself to the brink of passing out, the feeling didn’t subside.

You laid at the bed, whimpering like a kicked puppy from the feeling as you felt the general get up from the bed. A hum accompanied by a chuckle.

“A check up, you requested, correct?”

You raised your head in confusion, the door to your bedroom was opened.

You heard another chuckle, from a familiar voice, but not your husband’s.

“Ah, and here I was worried that I wouldn’t get my payment… Fortunately, the general of the Luofu is true to his words.”

Horror, and confusion, as you felt your body slowly succumbing to the prior exhaustion.

But a hand on your chin, and a finger being inserted inside your mouth, before you feel yourself swallowing something.

You hear a tut.

“Not so fast, dear. I haven’t gotten the chance to play with you yet, after all…”

And you feel yourself become lucid like you’ve never been before.

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Local Alchemist needed to be stopped.

My formula of restore fatigue:

Spring salad: lettuce, radish, potato, (optional: apple, orange, watermelon). Unfortunately it has Burden side effect. (if choose orange, you'll get a bonus Shield effect) Can also side with Ranch dressing: cheese wedge, leek, onion, garlic. And this one has Damage Agility side effect. It can be fix by removing the garlic.

Potato soup: potato, garlic, leek. This recipe has Frost Shield side effect. Perfect choice for a cold weather.

Corn salsa: corn, tomato, onion, garlic. Unfortunately it has Damage Agility side effect, but you can get Detect Life in the process.

Grilled cheese sandwich: bread loaf, cheese wedge, cheese wheel. Unfortunately it has Damage Agility side effect. I should have removed the cheese wedge. Sorry Baurus :(

Classic ham sandwich: bread loaf, cheese wedge, ham, lettuce. Unfortunately this recipe also has Damage Agility side effect, but bonus Fire Shield woohoo!

Gyudon: beef, onion, rice

Mix berries: blackberry, strawberry, (we only have two kinds of berries?) (optional: apple, orange, pear). Actually, don't put apple or pear in it. They will cause Damage Health.

Crabby corn soup: crab, corn, onion. You can add cheese wedge for bonus Fire Shield (and Damage Agility) effect.

Chili con carne: beef (/boar meat /mutton /venison), onion, garlic, tomato. Side effect is Detect Life. (Beef flavor will grant you Shield effect. Unfortunately Boar meat will have burden side effect and Venison is Damage Health)

Pumpkin pie: pumpkin, sweetcake (/flour /sweetroll). Unfortunately both flour and sweetroll has Damage Personality side effect

Carrot cake: carrot, sweet cakes

Strawberry cheesecake: strawberry, cheese wedge, flour (/sweetcake /sweetroll). The flour version has Reflect Damage side effect. I highly recommend it.

[echantedtoon]

Upper Moon Househusbands: Gyutaro

(This is inspired by @rottencoreflesh101's Househusband Upper Moon posts. (Warnings: Their blog does contain NSFW elements and themes that not everyone may like or be comfortable with AND is only for 18+ folks. Just a heads up. But this WILL STAY Sfw.) I did link to the post in question down below. This is probably not gonna be very long and it's from the perspective of a female reader.

Househusband Upper Moons Concept- @rottencoreflesh101

Demon Slayer- Koyoharu Gotouge

Original Post:

Gyutaro's route is more modern au type.)

@six-eyed-samurai

Chop. Chop. Chop.

Went the sounds of a knife. Clever lifted high over his head only to be repeatedly slammed down onto the chopping block. Meat slicing and blood running from the flesh. A clatter of the knife sounded throughout the kitchen as boney hands clamped onto the cut portion-

"This beef needs more basil."

A voice grumbled out annoyed and pouting he'd forgotten about such an important ingredient for meatloaf. He knew he should've just made katsu curry tonight but noooo. He wanted to try this new recipe he found online instead. He was already starting to regret it from all the mess around him. ..and on him. Crap. This apron was a gift too. With a hiss of annoyance and a grip that threatened to squish the beef in his hands, the man ultimately dropped the uncooked food back into the pan and turned to wipe off his hands.

"Fuck this. I'm making meatballs instead."

But first he might as well clean up some of this mess first. It annoyed him more than the failed attempts of 'meatloaf' both left on the countertops and in the trash. A sink full of dishes was in his line of sight as he turned to wash off his hands only making him give pause before hissing even more annoyed. This day couldn't be any worse could it? His annoyance distracted him from noticing the click of the doorknob but not the creaking of the door opening which he snapped around to wide eyed. Oh no-

"Honey, I'm home!" A woman's voice called out before footsteps approached followed by the closing sounds of a door. "Honey!...Gyutaro?"

More footfalls were hand-

"DON'T COME IN THE KITCHEN!!"

They stopped and there was a pause until they approached again moving towards him, his shouting only sealing his fate.

"Are you ok in there?"

"IM FINE!! I-I'M JUST-..MAKING DINNER!! GO RELAX!!"

Closer and closer footsteps. "Are you alright? You sound mad."

"IM PERFECTLY FINE!"

"Are you sure? Because you-"

He froze as your figure stepped into the doorway leading into the kitchen. Your smile dropping into a stare at what stood before you. The kitchen...WAS A MESS. The table and nearby countertops were piled up with what looked like mini burnt bricks, random dishes, and black crumbs from the black bricks except for the middle of the table where freshly cut raw beef was sat on top of a giant wooden cutting board. The sink was piled up with even more random dishes and next to it the oven was left wide open. The air held a mix of different spices, cooked beef, and burnt food. An iPad was propped up on a clean part of the country and it played some kind of cooking show episode. And in the middle of it all was your tall husband. He looked like he'd seen a ghost with how he was staring at you wide eyed and the apron over his body covered in stains and....were those scorch marks?? He stood frozen with his hands half way under the running water of the sink, lavender soap bar in one hand. You both just stood there staring at each other for a long moment.

"So..I see you've been making dinner," you settled on carefully stepping into the kitchen.

"Uuuuuhhh.." Was all he managed to get out as he watched you step into the kitchen and looking around stopping on the nearest burnt loaf of.. meat?

You rose a brow. "So what are you making?" 

...He finally frowned turning back around to finish washing off his hands. "I TRIED to make meatloaf."

"Meatloaf?" 

"A western recipe I found online. Tried making it but apparently none of it wanted to work!" You waited patiently for him to finish washing his hands before drying them on his long apron scowling. "Last time I try anything like this!"

"You must've been pretty busy today." You mumbled taking a look at the leftover uncooked meat. "We're you going to try again?"

A hand turned off the annoying talk of the iPad. "Nah. Figured I'd just make meatballs or something since I already know how to do...But I can't do anything with this mess."

"I'll help you clean up." His eyes turned back to you as you grabbed the nearby trashcan and was already moving some of the burnt remains back into the bag. 

"You don't have to-"

"I want to. It'll be faster if we both just cleaned up. I'll cook too. That way you can have a break."

He stared at you before sighing. "M' sorry."

"It's perfectly fine. It's the thought that counts. Besides you always did look cute being so domestic."

He choked on air as you chuckled.

[sea-owl]

Ohhhh if you’re taking writing prompts how about enemy chefs to lovers Polin?

Before I get into this, let me clarify that I am of the belief that if they don't try to kill each other at least once, then it's not enemies to lovers. Now that that's out of the way, this gives me an idea. Also partly inspired by @thekatebridgerton post of the siblings being embodiments of the 7 (8) deadly sins.

Penelope grew up in a family where every generation, one child would be born to be eaten by the gluttonoust demon whose domain bordered her family's ancestral lands. Well technically they were raised to be the one who cooks for the demon but when it always ends with them being devoured instead it doesn't really matter does it?

Typically, this role should have been taken on by the second born, Penelope's older sister Philippa, but instead, Penelope's mother had convinced her father to make Penelope the sacrifice instead.

"You're smarter than your sisters," Portia had told her the night it was announced. "Clever. If any of you have a chance of killing the demon it is you Penelope."

From that point on, Penelope learned how to make different dishes from things like mince pies, biscuits, and her personal favorite eclairs. She knows how to prep all different kinds of meat from farm raised animals to game to fish. She knows which fruits are ripe and which still need time. Portia made sure Penelope knew how to use a knife and which plants mixed well for flavor and which would end a life if mixed together.

"Remember, Gluttony will always want to consume more," Portia would remind her daughter. "There is no such thing as never enough."

Finally, on the day of her 18th birthday, the day came where Penelope would present her first meal to the demon. She decided to go with a fish covered in a basil and lemon cream sauce. Some roasted potatoes and vegetables. A loaf of dark bread, wine, and mixed berry eclairs for dessert.

All that was left was to bring it to the forest and pray he eats it instead of her. Carefully, she packed everything into a basket. She had to be at there by sunrise after all.

"Pen wait!" Penelope's youngest sister, Felicity, called out. The eleven year old ran down the stairs with a package in her arms.

"Litty!" Penelope exclaimed. "What are you doing awake? The sun has yet to rise."

"I wanted to give you your birthday present," Felicity said, holding up the package.

Penelope set her stuff down and carefully opened the gift. Inside was a beautiful set of kitchen knives. Every single one sharp and ready for use. "Oh Litty."

Felicity hugged her sister. "The blacksmith promised me they are extra sharp. So maybe, maybe you can come home soon."

Penelope hugged her sister tighter. Even if she could get rid of the demon it wasn't guaranteed she live too.

"I'll try," Penelope promised.

That seemed to be good enough for the eleven year old as she gave Penelope one last hug before waving her off.

In the forest, where Penelope was to meet her new master sat a table directly over the border between her family's lands and the demons. It is where her relatives in the past have presented their first and often times last meal to the demon of Gluttony.

It is where Penelope sets up the meal as the first rays of light spill across the land behind her. It is also where Penelope sees her new master for the first time.

Gluttony honestly looks like any other man Penelope has seen, a rather handsome one, but still a man. Penelope would put him at around 6 feet with dark chestnut hair and green eyes. His beauty, though, screamed dangerous to Penelope. Like a poisonous snake whose pretty colors serve as a warning to the venom they carry.

Now that snake sat across from Penelope at the table.

"Ah are you my new mortal?" Gluttony asked.

Penelope bowed her head. "Penelope Featherington, my lord."

The demon picked up the fork Penelope placed and dug in. He let out a moan tasting the food. "Delicious, and thank you for not poisoning it like some of your other relatives."

Well that's one plan Penelope shouldn't rely on.

Gluttony bit into the eclair. "Are you not eating?"

Penelope shook her head. This had to be some sort of test, right? Gluttony doesn't share. "No, my lord, I know sharing food isn't something you do."

Gluttony's eyes lit up. "I don't share huh?"

Penelope found herself on her back, staring up into green eyes. A piece of the eclair was being pressed into her lips. The same piece that Gluttony held in his own lips.

What is he doing? Gluttony always wants more so what is he getting more of out of this?!

Penelope found herself frozen on the grass. She tries to command her hand to reach for anything that can help her. She can't breathe. She opens her mouth to take a deep breath, but that only entices Gluttony to push the eclair further in.

Penelope felt her hand brush against her basket. Somehow, she reaches inside and grabs the handle of one of Felicity's gifts. Her grip firmly secured Penelope plunges the knife into the demon's side.

Gluttony, still on top of Penelope looks down at his side.

Oh shit. Well, she's definitely getting eaten.

"Lord Gluttony I-"

Penelope is cut off by the demon's chuckle.

"Gluttony is my sister," the demon said, looking back down at Penelope. Without even flinching he pulled out the knife. "I'm Wrath."

Penelope's eyes widen. "But the food-"

The demon Wrath only smirked. "I'm a growing boy, and you mortals have such delicious food."

Colin grinned down at the little mortal underneath him. Oh, she had no idea of the courting ritual she just initiated by stabbing him. He's going to have fun playing with her.

[viciouslyyearning]

Considering a story idea here... With a monstrous prisoner and his caretaker

Imagine you're living in an old kingdom that's been around for at least a few hundred years, the royals appear kind and caring but as soon as someone mentions something out of that image they disappear. The secrets are ignored for self preservation of the people.

Due to the reputation of the castle, as well as the decent working conditions, whenever an opening for a job under the crown is available it is just as quickly snatched up. Except for one.

"Caretaker"

Not nanny for the children, not companion for the young royals of the court, caretaker. It is a position that is filled and reopened again and again as though whoever takes the job on just... Leaves. If nothing else.

With no family left and no means to make any money you brace yourself for caretaking of a royal pet who's a bit more dangerous than ought be.

You are found by the guards after applying and taken directly to the King and Queen. They are nice in the way a shopkeeper might be, nice as long as you give them business, nice as long as you do as they need.

They tell you that your job will be to watch over and care for a prisoner locked away in the catacombs under the castle. He is in a small cell, unable to escape so there is no threat to you. They only wish not to deal with him personally. They refuse to kill him either so, a life of nothing is his punishment.

You hesitate, and ask his crime to deserve as such.

"That creature was judged by my great great grandfather, I trust his judgement and instructions. He will not be killed but he must not be allowed to die either." The queen spoke with order in her tone.

You bowed, her louder tone reminding you it is not your place to ask.

The King stood alongside his Queen, "you will be housed in a small cottage, the entrance to the catacombs is in the basement, hidden from any outside of your job and our title." His voice grew firm. "You will not discuss the contents of your role here. You will never allow him to be found by curious eyes."

You agreed silently, wholeheartedly.

The Queen spoke once more, "You will be provided meals for you and for him. Be certain not to switch the two, one is fit for health, the other is only there to not allow starvation. All you need do is give food and water as you see fit. As long as he doesn't perish under your care it can be as often or as far between as you'd prefer." She hesitated, "it would be best to ignore him entirely while you are there. He has earned his punishment and will serve his sentence for however long it takes."

You were escorted quickly and stealthily to your new home, it was a decent little cabin. Room for one with some food already stocked in the shelves and a small bag of coin to start you off.

The guards left you after that, not a word to be shared.

You settled what few belongings you had and noted the time. Supper already, might as well go ahead and greet your new... Acquaintance.

You looked through the pantry to find a decent sized bag filled with scraps of food, presumably from the castle. Half eaten, molding bread. Squishy fruits, foul smelling meats.

You were quick to close the bag once more. Bewildered at the state of what you assumed was your prisoners meals.

You shook your head and left the bag, searching through the rest of the pantry to collect the food that must have been meant for you, fresher, not smelling of something rotten, decent textures.

Assembling two bowls of a mix of cheeses, slices of meat, some grapes, and a small half loaf of bread each. Grabbing an empty water skin and filling it up as well, you headed to the basement and down through the catacombs.

The catacombs were musky and dimly lit, the greatest light source being your small lantern. It was a decent sized hallway with various connecting rooms, some with empty dusty cells, others carved out hovels. You made sure to note different rooms as it would be your new working grounds.

It took a few minutes of walking before you finally saw a room with a lantern that had long since ran out of fuel.

It was deathly silent as you slowly peered into the room, dingy brown rock walls, a wooden table covered in dust, and a heavy cell door made of metal bars with a small hole at the bottom of it.

You cautiously walked into the room, bringing your lantern with you, illuminating the room, you couldn't see much but felt something here. It wasn't empty silence it was a silence that contained something... Or someone.

"Hello?" You called cautiously, walking towards the dark cell.

You almost dropped your items as a pair of glowing green eyes opened in the darkness to watch you. You swallowed silently, observing the silhouette of what must have been your prisoner.

As he said nothing, you sat on the ground in front of the cell door. If he was sitting you would too. "I'm here to bring you your meal." Your voice wavered slightly, uncertain of what his response might be, would he slam the cell doors, scream madly, try to reach you and hurt you?

"Oh..." The feeble voice sounded softly. Heavy with an unfamiliar accent and resigned to his fate.

You nodded, finally looking away and towards the two bowls. You froze when you felt his eyes focus intently on you.

The rattling of heavy chains echoed through the stone room.

When you looked back to where the man was you had noted he'd crept closer, in doing so it allowed you to take note of his appearance. Long unkempt dark hair, a scruffy beard and a mountain of a form covered in simple grey fabrics. The man was massive and also so damn feeble. His green eyes watched you closely, he sat away from where you were still. Waiting.

While watching the man you slowly slid one of the bowls through the slot in the door, watching him eye the simple meal like a predator. As soon as your hand had retracted he slowly reached an arm towards the bowl, seeing his skin close to your light let you see how his hands were black as charcoal, blending into his natural skin tone. As he moved to grab his bowl you could also take note of how skinny he was, how dry and cracked his lips were. The poor man had damn near been starved multiple times if his reaction was so calm to his situation.

Once he had taken the bowl and looked properly at it's contents his eyes darted to yours. Had he truly been eating the scraps you had found?

You looked away to take your own bowl and begin to eat, hearing the man tear apart his meal with a fever.

You both sat in silence, the man long finished before you, yet staying where he was. It wasn't until you lifted the waterskin to take a sip did he make any noise.

You looked to him, watching him stare intently at the skin. "When was the last you'd had a drink?" You spoke gently.

He breathed slowly, finally looking away from the skin, almost ashamed to have been caught. "Since the last time it had rained, there is a crack in the rocks that allows a small trail of water to run through this hole."

His words made you freeze. It was someone's job to keep the man alive and hardly that had been done. He was sound of mind and calm, could the basic decency of humanity have not been applied here? You sighed, slowly capping the waterskin and sliding it through the slot. "Drink."

The mans hand shaked as he reached out, almost unbelieving. Lifting the waterskin and delighting in feeling that it was almost full, not even an empty promise but a container of fresh water. He drank desperately, downing the entire waterskin and leaving you wide-eyed at the display.

Once finally finished he breathed deeply, eyes closed and silent. You watched curiously as he finally opened his eyes once more to look to you.

The man bowed his head silently, clutching the bowl and waterskin as though precious treasures. As he lifted his head he shuffled closer to return them both. "I can not tell the last I've such a meal. Your kindness is greatly appreciated."

He spoke with such joy and respect it astonished you. For multiple reasons, though the main one rising in your throat. "Did no one feed you a proper meal? This was just what I could grab short notice."

He looked confused now, "I would say that was a proper meal, not a speck of soiled food anywhere." The both of you had moved closer to the cell bars as you spoke, allowing you to see how truly massive this man was and how powerful he would be if well kept. Damn near twice your size at least.

You shook your head, "No this was not a actual meal, this was something quick and easy." You declared. "My entire job is to keep you fed and I refuse to make multiple different kinds of meals, whatever I make for myself I make for you, that will be simplist." You decided, refusing to also waste time on food that would make you sick from looking at it.

The man stared at you with wide eyes that looked almost tearful. "Avalon." His voice came out more clear than before.

Cocking your head to one side you spoke, "Avalon?"

"My name," He replied. "If you are to speak so kindly with me I wish you to know it."

"Ah, thank you then."

He nodded. "You might wish to return home now, I don't think you'd enjoy wandering in the dark." Guesturing to your flickering lantern, Avalon made a very good point.

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you realized that it would extinguish soon, not enough fat to keep it burning for much longer. You quickly gathered your things, pausing as you realized you would be leaving with the only light source, leaving Avalon in the dark once more. You grimaced as you looked to the empty lantern that had been left behind.

"I can bring more fuel for the one here when I return tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Avalon grasped the cell bars, staring intently with a hopeful look in his eyes. "You would return tomorrow?"

Now you were once more confused, "Yes? I plan on bringing you a meal at least once a day, most likely in the evening so I'll have time to prepare."

The massive man smiled so brightly you'd think you had told him he was free. You couldn't help but offer a small smile in return. "I'll be back tomorrow, and I'll bring more lantern fuel so you're not sitting in the dark." With that you turned and left, walking quickly to avoid having to navigate the tunnels in the dark.

Avalon stared at the door, watching the same spot long after your light had left. Even he could understand the miracle that had been such a kind person being the one to care for him. He almost felt hopeful, if nothing else, than for someone to properly speak with, not to be ignored. As long as you showed no kindness whenever the king saw fit to come around, would you be safe.

For weeks everything was calm, you would cook a hearty meal for supper, and bring it with you down to Avalon's cell where you would both eat together. Along with two waterskins, one for each of you. You both would spend time talking, sharing stories or various thoughts and dreams.

You had noted that Avalon only had his clothes, so you brought him a blanket and a pillow, he refused anything else. He noticed how you seemed to have a difficult time when you were feeling ill and presented a small rot that had grown in the rocks, telling you to use it for a tea and it would cure the sickness and it did.

The two of you would share many a nights talking, until the night you had brought a small storybook with you and saw Avalon light up like never before. After that it had become tradition for you to bring him two books each week. One for him to read to you when you were there, one for him to read when you were away.

Avalon had proven to be quite a gentle, soft-spoken, and kind man. You could never imagine why he had been locked away. The night you asked he confessed that he wasn't certain either, he couldn't think of doing anything warranting such treatment nor could he remember how long it had been.

So you had dropped it.

And all was peaceful. Almost pleasant.

Until it wasn't.

The evening was like any other, you had began to make your way through the catacombs, almost able to make the trip blind at this point. Your hesitation came from hearing a commotion from Avalon's cell room as well as bright lights of multiple torches lighting the hall. You hurried closer, growing anxious as you saw multiple guards standing watch, noting how they immediately moved to let you pass.

Avalon's cell was opened, and the King had dragged him out by the metal collar around his throat, connecting chain rattling as the king snatched Avalon up to his knees by the collar.

Avalon let out a sharp wheeze, yet remained limp, refusing to do anything but allow whatever to happen. The very sight made you want to do something.

"Ah, caretaker." The King spoke with a delighted tone. "I was wondering where you had been," The King guestured his free hand out, holding a heavy looking mallet in said hand, one covered at the end in blood. Avalon's blood by the looks of it.

You bowed slowly, not wishing to risk the rage of a King in such a state. "My king. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The King grinned, dropping Avalon's chain and grabbing a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back in one fluid motion and allowing you to see the bruising and blood along his face and neck. "I was just coming to see your work, you were told to keep this one," shaking Avalon's head slightly, he continued, "in a living state and I see you have!"

Avalon wheezed before stilling once more, remaining limp as a small pool of blood began to form beneath him. How many injuries did he have that you couldn't see?

The kings voice was overly sweet, "almost too well I might add. We wish him to live not to thrive." His tone turned accusatory. "This?" His voice grew as he shoved Avalon to the ground, the far bigger man falling to his side, gasping as he hit the cold hard rock floor. "This thing is not a friend, not a companion. It is a prisoner by the decree of this kingdom's crown." The King slowly stalked closer, barley contained rage making itself known as he continued. "You were asked to keep it alive. How have you chosen to do so?" He asked staring at your arms that contained the usual meal and drink

Ah. An evaluation then. You were quick to respond, looking the King in the eye and speaking as respectfully as you could manage. "I have decided to feed and water him once a week as that seems to keep him stable enough. If the nights are too cold I bring him a blanket and take it back once it warms up. I am uncertain of his limits and don't wish to push lest he freeze or starve." Your tone sounded as uncaring as you could manage, the King wished you to make Avalon suffer, you would make him believe that you had like everyone before you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noted Avalon watching the King from his spot on the ground, one of the many guards holding a sword to his throat to ensure that he wouldn't rise up.

Your focus returned to the man in front of you who stared intently, before tapping against the bowl of hot stew, one of Avalon's favorites.

"Then why feed a prisoner as you would a friend?"

You were quick to reply as confidently as possible, "The food given to me to feed the prisoner was foul enough that I refused to lay my hands upon it. For my own convenience I simply make what I enjoy and use a portion to feed him. Less work, less mess."

The King before you considered your answer before gently taking the bowl from your hands, "I will ensure he receives his meal tonight," he finally broke eye contact as he turned and walked once more towards Avalon. Dropping the bowl carelessly as he raised his mallet high and swung down hard against Avalon's side, the cracking wet noise paired with Avalon's sudden muffled scream made you flinch.

"It would be wise of you to take your leave now and return home, caretaker."

Avalon wheezed raggedly, looking to you with a pained expression before looking towards the opened door behind you, silently begging you to obey and leave.

You slowly took a step back, ducking your head down and rushing out, trying to find the strength to leave while hearing the King continue his display of mad aggression.

Rushing back to your home you locked the door to the catacombs. Uncertain of what to do, all you could do was wait. Wait and watch the bridge to the castle where the King would have to travel to return home.

You sat by the window until long after dark before you finally saw the torches of the King and his guards leave, waiting just a while longer to be certain.

Once you were positive that they had left for good you grabbed anything you knew would help and headed straight for Avalon's cell.

The sight that laid before you almost left you in tears, Avalon had been locked back in his cell, collared and chained to the bolt in the floor once again as he laid in a bloodied heap upon the ground. The bloody trail from where he had been dragged slowly fading to a dark brown.

You moved silently, doing the one thing you never had before and unlocking the cell door.

Avalon's breath froze, he was listening.

"Avalon?" Moving to sit next to the giant man you set down your supplies, wanting him to know what you were going to do so you didn't surprise him. Not after what you had seen done to him. "I'm going to clean you up if that's alright?"

No response other than his breathing settling once again.

You reached a hand to place it along his back, hesitating. You had never touched him before, he wouldn't hurt you, you knew that. He would have already if it was his intention. Taking a breath you settled your hand between his shoulder blades, eyes tearing up as you felt the warm blood beneith his clothes.

Avalon shifted slowly, with your help the two of you managed to place him upon his blanket against the wall.

As soon as he was settled you realized just what position you were in. Kneeling in the floor next to the slumped over giant of a creature you only made it up to his toreso at best, his massive hands able to cover your entire stomach if he tried. This powerful and dangerous prisoner that you were supposed to fear or hate for whatever unknown reason, opened his glowing eyes and looked at you with such relief and fatigue that any fear left in that moment.

You leaned closer and reached a hand out slowly, not wanting to startle your companion.

Avalon watched closely, eyes growing hopeful as your hand almost reached his cheek.

The moment your hand settled against his cheek, softly stroking the skin and offering comfort he hadn't felt for ages.

"I'm sorry, Avalon."

He stared at you, your voice so sweet in his ears, your warmth easily pushing past all of the cold and the pain he felt in that moment, your care. He couldn't stop himself from leaning into your hand, raising his own to keep yours in place as he closed his eyes and choked back a sob.

Your own tears were quick to follow as you moved closer, moving to hold his face in both of your hands, you let him keep you in place. You startled for only a moment as his free hand wrapped around you, slowly pulling you into his embrace as he cried, desperate for any comfort you were willing to allow.

The soft silent cries were muffled into your shoulder as Avalon held you close, encasing you in his arms. His grip was gentle, yet firm and unwilling to let go. You couldn't care in the slightest as you attempted to comfort the creature that had grown to such great importance to you.

You remained there for the rest of the night, staying in his grip for hours until he finally released you to allow you to patch him up as best you could.

Avalon was grateful for every moment you allowed him, often saying so when he could find the strength to speak.

It felt wrong leaving him in his state. You spent your days afterwards by his side, helping feed him and replacing any bandages that might need fixing, staying by his side in his cell as he slept. You realized quickly that he slept best with you somehow touching him, be it his head in your lap, your hand in his, or simply pressed into your side as close as he could get.

As the days passed and his strength returned, his wounds closed at remarkable speeds. His ever gentle personality grew as well, into something more affectionate, dependant.

One calm evening you sat in his cell with him laying next to you, arms wrapped around your hips as his head laid in your lap. Breathing slowly and easily as compared to the broken breaths from before.

Placing the book down next to you, you looked to the side of Avalon's face, brushing his hair away so you could see him better. "You shouldn't be here." You decided.

Avalon's eyes opened slowly as he shifted to look up to you. "You think so?"

"No one even knows what you've done to be locked up." You watched as he leaned into the hand you'd placed against his cheek, a now common gesture.

"And yet I am and forever will be. They wait for me to die, refusing to try and kill me, unknowing that I never will." He spoke quietly, causing you to pause.

"You never told me that," Shifting slightly and settling once more you moved his face to look at yours. "Avalon why won't you die? What could you possibly gain from living this way."

He sighed softly, looking to you with such an openness. "Before, I would have told you that it is the nature of my kind."

"And now?"

He smiled softly, reaching a hand up to the one you had on his cheek and nuzzling into it happily. "Because you are here. I refuse to leave your side."

The threat of the royal family weighed heavily upon your mind. Avalon deserved better than this, he always had and now you were beyond certain. But how could you obtain such a thing for him?

"What happens when I'm gone, then?"

The creature sat up, turning to you in confusion and something you hadn't seen in his eyes before. "Why would you not return? You have a cabin, food, coin, all you need do Is keep me and avoid the king whenever he feels the need to lash out against myself."

Looking up to the creature that towered over you had lost any semblance of intimidation long ago, thankfully. "If they find us like this? If they see how I care for you and how you care for me they very well might execute me seeing how the king acted thinking I fed you a decent meal only once a week."

You hardly finished your sentence before Avalon's green eyes glowed with an unnatural fire, he snarled and let out a menacing growl, showing off a pair of fangs you'd only caught glimpses of before. "I will sooner burn this entire damned kingdom to ash and rubble than allow them to lay a hand upon you." He declared, his voice echoing in multiple layers at once in the most threatening and terrifying you had ever heard from him. The fire in his eyes gave you just a glimpse to the danger this creature could have been at one point.

"Avalon?" You called gently. Watching as he quieted and looked to you like a lost puppy.

He sighed and reached out to you, holding you close once more as he sat against the wall of his cell. Avalon closed his eyes and nuzzled against the top of your head, focusing on your warmth, your scent, the way you fit in his arms. He wouldn't lose this, he refused to lose you.

If he could get you to agree...

"Why don't we leave then?" He questioned hesitantly, "We can just leave, the two of us. We can find somewhere safe and I can care for you as you have me." He looked to you as he felt you shifting.

"You would want to stay with me after gaining your freedom? I'm not expecting that of you-"

He silenced you gently, "I have already told you that I will remain by your side. Even before I was here I remember people being scared of me or hating me if not both." Avalon rumbled happily as he looked to you once more, "never you."

Happily you leaned against him, soaking in the affection he so happily gave and received. "It would have to be at night. I would need to collect a bag of supplies and we would need clothes for you that blend in with crowds."

Avalon let out a breath of relief that you were willing. If it wasn't safe for you here he would need to get you away from this place, all the better you agreed.

It took another week of planning, between strict patrol of the castle walls left so little opportunities to leave unseen. After watching the patrol schedules you had found the best path, at the time just before the sun rises.

That night your bag had been packed and brought down to Avalon's cell. He encouraged you to rest before the journey, promising to wake you when he felt the time was close.

Sleep was nonexistent however you could take bittersweet solaces in being in Avalon's arms as the night passed. Trying to not think that it was the last you'd be able to rest peacefully with him.

When it finally was time you could only wish you were as certain as Avalon. You could tell that he definitely had a greater advantage than when you'd first met him. No longer skin and bone the massive man had filled out and looked healthy and strong, as well as determined. Stark contrast to the once lifeless walking corpse you had cared for.

Avalon held you close one final time before releasing you and letting you grab for your pickaxe. The old thing had to be put to use to get his chains off as the magic in them would shock him should he ever grab them with his own hands.

Had that same magic not been embedded in the metal he could have also warned you of his nature, his capabilities as soon as the damned collar would come off. Could he have, he would have told you what he was from the beginning. Though, you had to be quick, no time to explain until after.

The pickaxe was loud and someone might hear it, you would break his chains and the both of you would leave, finding the path and escaping into the deep woods. There he could take the collar off once the chains were disconnected and transform into his true draconic form. Once he could do that he could easily protect and care for you as he found somewhere safe for the both of you to settle happily for the rest of your lives. If only he could tell you his piece in the plan instead of probably giving you a heart attack when the time comes.

As you walked over, pickaxe in hand he braced himself for the sound.

With your arms raised, you slammed it down upon the chain bolt. The metal ringing out in protest and startling you with just how loud it was. With no time to waste you struck it again, flinching with how the room rumbled as though arguing with your actions.

"Once more." Avalon suggested worriedly.

Once more.

Once more.

With the final swing the chain broke at the bolt, disconnecting the metals and freeing Avalon from being forced into one place.

You both stared at the broken chain in disbelief for a moment before looking to each other with hope. Avalon stood tall and moved to follow you as swiftly as he could through the catacombs.

He would let out little noises of excitement or disbelief every few minutes, the reality of the scenario sinking in.

As you made it to the entrance to the catacombs you had him wait, poking your head out and noting the distant shouting and torchlight moving your way. Fear struck your heart then, "we need to move quickly."

Avalon happily moved out of the doorway and stepped into the soft grass with the joy of a child, wanting to embrace the moment for all it's worth before hearing your heart speed up in fear. Instantly he had regained his composure and noted the guards approaching. Avalon took your hand in his and began moving quickly through the brush and trees. Trying to focus on getting you somewhere safe, not the utter joy of seeing the outside world for the first time in how many hundreds of years.

You were far more worried than he was, however. Listening for every tiny noise while trying to escort someone of his size away from any noise or light. The break in the castle walls weren't far, if you could get through that and to the edge of town you were free.

As the wall came into view you bit back a smile, truly believing it was going so well, it would work, you could leave the kingdom and it's mysterious disappearances and secrets and leave it all.

With Avalon by your side, you could leave you would both be free- the sharp pain that struck your leg forced you to cry out and stumble. Only being caught by Avalon as his expression shifted from worried to murderous.

The arrow in your leg was the same crafting as the royal guard's.

"You thought you would go unnoticed?!" The King appeared above you both, standing atop the castle wall, sword drawn and smiling far too wide. "Did you not think that there were guards that took note of how long and how often you'd go to the catacombs? That we would just ignore how worried for a mindless beast you seemed the night you found it in such a state at my hands!?" The King's voice boomed, not that you could pay it much attention, the arrow lodged in your leg was your main focus, whimpering and tearing up you couldn't walk much less run in this state.

You attempted to speak, to tell Avalon to leave. They would certainly kill him now. However, when you looked to him, when you saw his expression, the murderous rage in his eyes as he glared the king down from his position in the dirt beside you. You couldn't find the words.

The King could, however, "and you, beast!" He shouted, pointing a sword towards Avalon. Speaking confidently as a swarm of soldiers surrounded you and your companion, arrows and swords ready. "You truly thought you'd be allowed to leave? The first king who dominated this land and seized the fearsome dragon who owned it all?"

Avalon turned back to you with a great sorrow in his eyes, "I will get you out of here, I will bring us someplace safe." He swore quietly, ignoring the King's shouting. Focusing on trying to comfort you. It was only as the soldiers stepped closer did he snap to attention. Raising a hand to his metal collar, the final magical enchantment connected to him.

"The Kings before you were as cowardly as you. I lived here before this kingdom had formed and aided in it's creation as a friend of the King. He feared my power, and betrayed me. I had done nothing to deserve what your family has done to me. My companion has done nothing to deserve what you have done to them." Avalon tore at the metal, sparks of bright magic flying from the metal as well as his throat as he began to pry it open with an enraged shout.

The King looked horrified, raising his sword as he shouted to his army, "ATTACK!"

Avalon tore the collar off, in the same moment shouting in anger that turned into a thunderous roar from the changing and growing black scaled dragon.

As soon as you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the incoming soldiers, you were lifted up quickly into the sky, Avalon held you tightly in his claws while lifting himself off the ground with his mighty wings, flying far enough that you were both out of range before he took a deep breath.

Pressed to his scaled chest you could feel the immense heat of the dragons core growing as though it were made of-

Avalon opened his maw and a torrent of green flames fell towards the king and his soldiers.

You closed your eyes and tried to cover your ears from the sounds of the army of humans being burned alive.

As quickly as it began, it was over once more. Avalon breathed heavily, lifting himself higher in the sky and swooping down somewhat to take off with speed, flying high and fast away from the kingdom that had imprisoned him for so long, with you in his claws still.

With so much excitement and nothing making any sense you simply kept your eyes closed and allowed yourself to slip into unconsciousness.

It was a dull pain in your leg that you registered first upon awakening. Secondly it was the massive dragon form that had encircled you. Avalon was fast asleep, curled so tightly around you with such a massive form that even laying down his body was almost as tall as the trees you had seen grow.

Your senses returned to you swiftly as you tried to get up and move, only to let out a pained whine as your leg gave out, before you could hit the ground however, Avalon's clawed paw was underneath you. He had caught you and was now awake. The draconic maw inches from you as he leaned close to look you over.

"Gentle now, it will hurt worse if you move too much too quickly." His voice rumbled, similar yet far deeper and rough.

You whimpered slightly, attempting to calm yourself as the memories came back to you at once.

Avalon seemed to catch on rather quickly, "oh, it's alright little love, I swear." He cooed softly as he could in such a form. Slowly he dragged the paw that held you closer to his form, moving his maw so he could look at you once again and gently as ever nuzzle against you, careful to avoid your leg.

You caught your breath, letting your heart settle as you began to rationalize. It was just Avalon. He saved you he saved both of you. He was a big dragon apparently but he would have hurt you already if he meant to.

"Where... Are we?" You managed. Looking around to notice the plush bedding you had been laying on, seeing glints of something shining brightly in massive piles beyond the dragons form.

Avalon sighed happily, "my old cave. My home before I was imprisoned. Apparently none had found it in my absence and my hoard remained." He sat up slowly, keeping you close to his chest as he showed you the extensive collection of golden items and precious jewels and treasures that littered the cave.

You felt your heart freeze. With everything sinking in you tried to focus on your thoughts as you felt Avalon press his maw to your side once more.

"You're a dragon."

Said dragon rumbled contently, "I am."

You pressed a hand over the sore spot on your leg, trying to distract from how it felt. "You didn't say anything about this because?"

"The magic in the chains and collar forced me into my human form indefinitely, I had no proof. You would have thought me mad."

He wasn't entirely wrong.

You winced slightly as he began to move, instantly the dragon began to fret once more.

"Oh, forgive me, here. I'll place you back upon your bedding," the massive dragon moved so slowly and carefully it was almost impressive. As soon as you were placed upon the soft blankets once more you settled and watched as he finally stood, able to see the true size of such a creature.

Avalon began wandering through the cavern, digging through piles of treasure methodically.

You were content to watch before closing your eyes and attempting to find the position that eased the dull pain in your now bandaged leg.

It was only a few more minutes before you felt the heat from Avalon's maw radiating inches from your form. Opening your eyes you saw him holding a vial of a deep purple liquid.

Curiously you reach to take it, feeling the cold nature of the liquid through the glass.

"I have made friends that specialize in healing magic and nature. Drink. It will ease the pain until you heal naturally." He spoke quietly, moving to once again curl around your form.

You hesitantly opened the vial, the scent was somewhat sweet and almost fruity.

Noticing your stalling, Avalon leaned his muzzle down to gently tilt your hand as well as the vial closer to your lips. It tasted of a strange fruit with something bitter, an odd combination and not the greatest either. After drinking you made an unpleasant noise, closing the vial and setting it far from you.

Avalon pushed it farther away, agreeing with your response. He settled down however, nudging the blankets surrounding you even closer to ensure you were comfortable and warm.

He did seem rather pleased as the liquid began taking its effect and your discomfort diminished, replaced by a newfound exhaustion.

You yawned loudly, mind feeling foggier with every passing moment. "What will we do now?" You mumbled out, shifting to lay comfortably with Avalon pressing as close as he could to you.

He spoke softly and with such care, "Now you will rest, I will care for you. Later we can decide if you wish to stay here, close to the kingdom that betrayed us both, or if you wish to leave we can simply leave and find somewhere else. I have ways of transporting my hoard if needed be."

You nodded, cuddling into Avalon's muzzle as best you could, feeling him press closer to you in turn.

Avalon cooed softly and watched closely. You were already asleep. You might not notice if he slipped away to finish burning the damned castle to the ground with the rest of the royal family. No doubt they would send hunters and soldiers to find you both. That can't happen yet though, you need time to rest and heal and understand.

He didn't want you to see him act so harshly to keep you safe. He enjoyed you loving him, not fearing him. But if they came, if he didn't protect you-

Avalon growled lowly, eyes glowing green with the promise of death. He would kill every single one of them. One by one until they are all of them a pile of ash.

There was a reason he had been imprisoned, after all.

[oldfoodtimewithswitch]

Just for a wee taste of what you bitches asked for, let me share the entirety of that beautiful beautiful cover pic

1959 was… an interesting time in food history lol

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Make it a dinner to remember…

Make FRENCH’S Crown o’ Gold Meat Loaf

Crown o’ Gold Meat Loaf

1 1/2 cups fine soft bread crumbs

1 1/2 lbs. ground lean chuck beef

4 egg yolks

1 1/2 tsps. salt

2 tbsps. French’s mustard

1 1/2 tbsps. prepared horseradish

3 tbsps. finely diced green pepper

2 tbsps. French’s Minced Onion

1/2 cup ketchup

Crown o’ Gold Topping

4 egg whites

1/4 tsp. French’s Cream Tartar

4 tbsps. French’s Mustard

High… Gold… and Handsome… Here’s a new meat loaf idea with a savory, golden topping. Mix bread crumbs with meat. Combine remaining ingredients. Blend into meat-bread mixture. Pack lightly into a 9-inch casserole and bake in a moderate oven (325 degrees F) 30 minutes. To make topping: beat egg whites until foamy; add cream tartar; beat until very stiff. Fold in mustard gently. Swirl on hot meat; return to oven; bake 20 to 25 minutes longer or until topped with brown. Makes 6 to 8 servings.

Friendly warning: Because French’s Mustard is made with rare spices, specially grown mustard seeds and finest vinegar, it has a special flavor, texture and color all its own. Don’t expect the best results from this recipe with any other mustard.

On Food… In Food

No other mustard

Has the light and lively flavor of

FRENCH’S MUSTARD

[hotvampireadjacent]

I needed to cook this beef and I was gonna make meat loaf but then I remember I don’t have oven pans here yet so I just made beef in gochujang mixed with honey with carrots and onion

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic (and Meat) Rec 50

Holy moly! This is my 50th fanfic rec list! I have to admit, these have been fun to make each week. Along with these fic recs, I also have a meat rec for you at the end! It's an interesting one, heehee.

To Err is Human, to Purr is Batman by Internerdionality - Batfam with a little Superbat, wip. Bruce gets turned into a cat by Batmite. It's super adorable :)

how to divide the conquest of they sight by streetlight_skeletons - Batfam, complete. A case fic. Something Bruce got into while on patrol is causing him to attack Dick.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More mer Bruce AU! Still on the look out for missing Bruce!

Stand Up for Yourself by UnicornVomit - Batfam, complete. Jason gets in trouble at school, but Bruce has his back :)

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks - Batfam, complete. A re-read for me. A fic about what happens after Bruce gets back after being lost in time, especially with the relationships within the Batfam.

Bruce Wayne and his vampire boyfriend by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, complete. Jason runs into Tim at a gala. Tim tries to convince him that Bruce's boyfriend (Clark) is a vampire. Shenanigans ensue.

have your cake and eat it too by amyritter - Superbat, complete. Clark is sad he can't get hickies :( Good thing he has a creative partner :)

As promised, a meat recommendation! If you're from Pennsylvania, you already know it, it's scrapple!

Here is the Wikipedia entry for it:

I was introduced to this dish when I was in college! One of my meat science professors was from that state, and he wanted to teach the processed meats class I was in how to make it. It's actually a pretty interesting dish! Leftover pork meat and pork offal are ground up, mixed with spices, buckwheat flour/cornmeal/wheat flour, and water. It's cooked down and put in to loaf pans so you get that loaf shape. It's sold fully cooked, so you could eat it as is when you buy it, but it's traditionally served sliced thin and pan fried on both sides to get that nice crispy crust. I like to eat mine with maple syrup! It's a nice contrast of sweet and savory, I think.

At one of my previous jobs, I worked in a pork packing plant in Pennsylvania, so we made this! It would be served in the cafeteria as one of the breakfast options, and they would DEEP FRY the slices. They were nice and crispy then!

I think what I like so much about this product is the whole thought process that went into making it, so the packer/butcher shop owner could make money from inexpensive parts of the hog. It is literally made of the leftover parts of the hog that no one wants to eat by themselves (hearts, livers, kidneys). Also, the flours and meals added to extend the product tends to be pretty cheap compared to the meat. The water added as well is also pretty inexpensive. It's a way to create value out of parts of the hog that people would normally not eat, while making it tasty (in my opinion) too! It's problem solving at the meat butchery level!

I know some people might read/look at this and think "gross!!", but I just think it's neat (insert Marge Simpson potato meme here). I also have some good memories that I associate with scrapple when I was going to school and when living in Pennsylvania. ALSO, we have this new thing going on at my work where all the food labs get together and discuss what's happening in our labs each month. The R&D director said that he's open to suggestions to showcase interesting food products in our industry at the end of the meeting. I suggested this to my boss and he didn't like it, probably because he thinks it's gross or something. This is my little "fuck you" to him (that he will never see since he is a straight white man who has no idea what Tumblr is).

Happy reading (and eating!)