#pancake (dish)

[daily-deliciousness]

Potato cakes

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Also turns out my artblock or whatever it is is mostly doing its thing with digital art.. i can still doodle on paper sooo have a cute automaton au moon

[clownsuu]

I'm just gonna leave this here.. :)

Da siblings,,,,,

[zorrasucia]

congratulations on 300 followrs!

would like to request "snowed in" trope for "this mess was yours"-verse. headcanon or deleted scene :)

Thank you, Anon! I love this trope so much 💜🥰

Made this half fluff and half smut, because I think we're at a point where they've definitely caught feelings but if they fuck at the end of it there's still plausible deniability 😉

I hope you like it!

Send a request for my 300 followers celebration! 🥳

this mess was yours (now your mess is mine) - Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Rating: Explicit (1.2k)

Tags: Smut, Set two(ish) years before the present aka the New York years, Porn with a little plot, Fluff, Friends with Benefits, Virgin!Carmy (my beloved), Snowed In, Domesticity, P in V Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

You found Carmy smoking, sitting on the staircase of your building with his coat on.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. You had tried his door earlier and imagined he was trapped back at the restaurant, and what a nightmare that would be for him.

Carmy looked up at you, pale from the cold.

"J-just smoking a cigarette," he shrugged, teeth chattering slightly.

"Look, I know the lease says that you can't smoke inside the apartment but, like, it's a snow storm, I don't think the landlord would kick you out if he found out," you reasoned. Carmy remained silent. "Plus, I think the staircase still counts as 'indoors' for legal purposes."

"Would you believe me if I told you it's warmer here than inside my apartment?"

You tilted your head. "What do you mean?"

"Heating's busted. Landlord said he'd fix it this week. I spend so little time in there that I honestly didn't care," he shivered.

"Until we got snowed in and you have no job to go to," you finished for him.

"Exactly."

"Come on," you gestured upstairs.

~

You put a blanket around Carmy's shoulders and sat next to him on your couch. You grabbed his hands, exhaling on them to warm them up.

"Do you want to take a warm shower? Should I make tea?" you asked, worried.

"I'm fine," he repeated, smiling as you caressed the hair by his temples. He had some color back on his face. "Thank you, though."

"Okay," you agreed, lying back on the couch, bringing him with you. His face settled on your chest, his hair tickled your chin, and his weight on top of you was comforting.

"What were you planning on doing today?" he asked after a while.

"Not much," you replied, fingers carding through his curls. "Movies and napping, probably."

"Sounds amazing," he exhaled, his breath tickling your chest.

You smiled, holding him close.

"Why didn't you come over earlier, Carm?"

"I didn't know if you'd be in the mood," he shrugged, looking embarrassed.

"We don't have to fuck every time we see each other," you reasoned, realizing as you were saying it, that you had at least made out every single time you visited each other's apartments.

"Oh," he scrunched his face and paused. "Alright. Can I stay here for a while then?"

"I would be very offended if you didn't," you said sternly, playing it up for humor.

He chuckled, snuggling his face between your breasts and running his hands over your sides, soothing, sleep inducing...

You woke up to the smell of cinnamon and the sound of butter sizzling on a pan. You climbed up on the counter to watch Carmy cook, trying not to think about the time he had eaten you out on that same counter.

"I didn't have much in the pantry," you apologized.

"Stale bread makes for good french toast," he replied simply.

"It's been ages since I had breakfast for dinner," you beamed, watching Carmy pour some coffee in a mug and hand it to you. "Thank you."

He smiled in return, looking at ease and comfortable as he cooked, and you wondered whether he was like that in every single kitchen or just yours.

~

"S-O-U," you spelled, tracing the letters on Carmy's fingers.

"Sense of urgency," Carmy said, voice soft and eyes closed.

You were lying in your bed, warm, you in your pijamas and him in his t-shirt and boxers. You had never had the time and leisure to see his tattoos properly, now you were relishing it. Your fingers caressed the drawings gently, the movie playing in the background long forgotten.

"Seven seven three?" you asked, fingers curling around Carmy's bicep.

"It's the, uh, the Chicago area zip code."

"Ever think of going back?" you asked carefully.

"I don't-" he covered his face. "I don't think I can. All the things that made me leave are still there, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it."

He reached out to hold your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"Can I sleep over?" he asked.

"Course you can, Carm," you smiled softly.

"Thanks."

~

You woke up to the streets below completely covered in snow and Carmy sleeping soundly by your side.

You took him in, the sight of Carmy relaxed and with nowhere to go for once in his life. You made yourself some coffee and let him rest until late morning.

Once he started stirring, you climbed on top of him, waking him up by kissing his neck.

"Morning," he mumbled, running his hands through your hair.

"You look so good in the morning, Carm," you said, kissing the side of his face, feeling him harden underneath you.

"Fucking hell," he drawled. "I know you said we didn't have to fuck every time but-"

"Yeah. I was thinking the same," you giggled and started grinding your core against his erection.

"Fuuuck. You're going to kill me," he arched his neck into the pillow, squeezing your ass as you straddled him, keeping you in place.

You got rid of your sleep shirt unceremoniously, his eyes and hands suddenly all over your breasts.

"You look good in the morning," he emphasized, enjoying the sight of your body in broad daylight, sitting up to bury his face between your breasts. "Need to fuck you."

"Please," you whined.

He rolled you over, your head hitting the pillow, Carmy hovering above you. His tattooed hands took off your shorts and underwear, eyeing your pussy greedily. He kissed all over and licked between your folds, enough to have you flushed and ready, but not enough to make you come.

You moaned needily; the sight of him rolling on a condom on his cock made you writhe on the bedsheets with impatience.

"Please," you repeated.

You had all the time in the world, you knew, but his crooked smile told you that Carmy was enjoying edging you a little too much.

"Can I try something?" he asked.

"Anything," you grabbed at his ass, trying and failing to bring him closer. "Just- please."

He smiled wider, maneuvering your legs to rest on his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he pushed forward to enter your pussy.

"Jesus, fuck!" you blurted out as you felt him move inside, inch by inch, impossibly deep, his blue eyes keeping you grounded. "Oh."

"Good?" he asked, his forehead touching yours as he bottomed out.

"Shit, Carmy. So fucking good," you whined. His eyes crinkled with pride. "Definitely going to get a cramp in my leg at some point," you warned him with a giggle. "But it feels fucking good right now."

"Won't take long, I promise," he smiled against your lips.

He pounded into you, hard thrusts that made the bed shake and had you rolling your eyes.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, his open mouth breathing into yours, his gold chain dangling invitingly.

You wanted to pull it, bring him towards you, hold his face, scratch his back... Overwhelmed, you reached back instead, grabbing at your pillow desperately.

"How am I so close already? Carmy, fuck!" you cried out.

"Touch yourself," he said and you obeyed him immediately, your middle finger pressing on your clit, pussy pulsing hard against his cock. "'m close too."

You giggled, writhing with pleasure.

"Gonna make me cum," you mumbled needlessly, just praising him. "Feel so perfect inside me."

"Yeah?" was all he could say before your pussy started fluttering around him, taking him over the edge, making him grunt and squeeze his eyes shut, losing all his restraint. "Shit."

"Yeah," you exhaled, canting and circling your hips to get every last drop of pleasure he could give you. "Carm..."

"Mmm?" he placed a tired kiss on your ankle.

"I'm glad you stayed over," you whispered.

"Me too."

~

@vyctorya

[momotonescreaming]

Picky eater Robin and Steve who'll eat literally anything. They balance each other out

The perfect pair

[huariqueje]

Baking pancakes on a chafing dish - Jan Hendrik Weissenbruch

Dutch, 1824-1903

Watercolour on paper , 35.2 x 27.0 cm.

[faunandfloraas]

I can forgive a lot of things in shows or movies but when they have characters walk into a cafe or restaurant, order food or a drink and then proceed to show them take a single sip or bite before getting up to leave im always like 🤨

[eardefenders]

Deruny (Деруни)

I thought it'd be fun to give the recipes for any of the food they mention in the series, so here's the first! Deruny aka Ukrainian Potato Pancakes! I've made something similar myself as it's a basic recipe, so I can fully recommend making these (even though I haven't specifically made Deruny before).

Ingredients:

About 1lb of potatoes (I've always used non waxy for potato pancakes)

1 onion

1 Egg

3 Tbsp of flour

1 Tbsp of sour cream (I use greek yogurt)

Salt and pepper to taste (I don't add salt to mine until after but that's me)

Frying oil (I like peanut as it's pretty flavor neutral and good for high heat. Avocado oil is another good high heat oil if you're making these peanut free. That said I've used canola and even olive in a pinch though I don't really like either of those for frying foods.)

Grate the potatoes and onion into a bowl so you get a nice pile of potato onion mush. I would alternate grating a potato and then some onion until you run out of both because the potatoes will blacken with air exposure, but the onion stops that.

Then add all the other ingredients, except the oil, and mix together. You should have something slightly gloopier and definitely lumpier then actual pancake batter, kinda like thick applesauce.

Heat a few tbsps of oil in your pan and get it fry hot. To check if the pan is ready give it a couple of minutes and you should see the oil start to waver on the bottom of the pan. When you flick some room temp water at the oil surface it should immediately hiss/spit. It's ready.

Take a large spoon or small measuring cup and pour batter into the hot pan so you have a few small roughly 3-4 inch circles in the pan. Fry until golden brown, like 2ish minutes and then flip and do the same to the other side.

Serve these suckers hot! They go well with sour cream, yogurt, hot sauce, applesauce; Quite frankly whatever you like with your potatoes goes with this dish!

Enjoy!

[hamsternamedmarinette]

I'm actually obsessed with how they had 1 (one) scene of Gabriel cooking something other than pancakes. It'd be one thing if he just didn't know how to cook and the only thing he can make is pancakes. But clearly he CAN cook. He just loves pancakes

[scoutingthetrooper]

[decolonizedbreakfast]

Authentic Draniki: Belarusian Potato Pancakes

If you search the Web for “potato pancakes”, you will find that most nations have their versions of it – such as Hash Browns in America or Latkes in Israel. Deeply rooted in Belarus’ nation-wide appreciation for potatoes, it is a Slavic version of crispy, savory pancakes best enjoyed with a dollop of sour cream on top. Belarus is known as the potato capital of the (former) USSR, so loving and knowing how to cook potato dishes perfectly is a big part of their heritage. - BabushkaCooking.com

[shadowseductress]

Idc I will literally cook for myself at 2 am.

[anon-of-the-void]

Okokok hear me out: househusband Alastor but like platonically

And

Househusband Lucifer but they are still pining for each other and oblivious to each others' interest on the other person.

This can be radioapple or not. It works both ways. It works all the ways that aren't too "wtf why would you see them in a dynamic they don't even know of each others' existence"

[starlit-mansion]

clarification: ketchup or bbq sauce on meat does not count for the purpose of this poll, nor do sweeter veg like sweet pickles, carrots or caramelized onion. i'm talking meat with fruit or honey or maple syrup or sweet glazes.

[kirstielol]

Pancake update.. she spent all day in the pool, and now she's finally settled into the dirt ❤️

[icewindandboringhorror]

It always seems a bit unbalanced on The Great Food Truck Race when there will be multiple teams who are cooking a wide variety of complex dishes with 10 different components and a bunch of prep work, and then there's that one team who like... exclusively serves plain crepes with some premade nutella on them, or plain waffles with just some whipped cream and cut up strawberries lol...