#pasta cutlets

[fatty-food]

CACIO E PEPE + CHICKEN CUTLET (via Instagram)

[vegan-nom-noms]

Creamy Tomato Orzo With Crispy Tofu Cutlets

[cookingincollege101]

Tssssssss.... That's the sound of the chicken cutlets sizzling in the pan! Today's dinner was chicken cutlets and banza pasta with a side of string beans! It's as easy as it sounds!! I did some morning prep for the chicken cutlets! All I did was dip the cutlets in egg wash, and bread them in panko breadcrumbs! Then I fried them up in some olive oil! The pasta was chickpea pasta so it was a little bit on the healthier side! I used a premade Trader Joe's pink sauce to make my life a little bit easier (I cheated).

[fussballikone]

Simple Chicken Parmesan This chicken Parmesan pasta is a fun recipe to make with kids that features boiled pasta, sauted breaded chicken cutlets, and a simple tomato sauce.

[emptyfingertips]

Simple Chicken Parmesan Recipe Boiling pasta, breaded chicken cutlets, and a basic tomato sauce are all ingredients in this kid-friendly chicken Parmesan pasta recipe.

[sixgallery]

Recipe for Baked Chicken Piccata Do you enjoy how convenient oven-cooked food is? The zesty signature sauce of this quick baked chicken piccata gives it a powerful punch. 1 gallon lukewarm water, 2 large lemons juiced, salt and pepper to taste, 1 clove garlic minced, 1 cup all-purpose flour, 1 cup chicken stock, 8 tablespoons unsalted butter divided, 4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil, 3.5 ounces capers drained, 8 chicken cutlets, 1/4 cup kosher salt, 1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley

[marshkaden]

Chicken - Simple Chicken Parmesan This chicken Parmesan pasta is a fun recipe to make with kids that features boiled pasta, sauted breaded chicken cutlets, and a simple tomato sauce.

[inkdrinkerworld]

if you’re looking for logan requests, idk if you do this or not but i’d love to see how he would react with a s/o whose high and giggly af- kinda how he’d react

Logan hadn’t been around you when you’ve had a smoke before, he’s always at the institute and you always need a smoke when he’s gone for longer than a week.

It’d been three weeks and you’re on your second blunt when he shoulders the door of your cottage home open.

The first thing he smells is the burning of it and then he hears you giggling and smiles.

“Lo?” You call, leaning over the back of your sofa hair falling in your eyes as you catch sight of your burly boyfriend stomping into the house.

“Hi, princess,” he kisses your forehead and sets his bags down. “How’re you?”

“Good,” there’s a giggling quality to every sound in your voice and Logan has to struggle real hard to keep his face passive. “There’s dinner, I made pesto pasta and chicken cutlets.”

“Thank you baby, I’ll eat in a little while.” He sits beside you and pulls you into his lap, your half smoked blunt held far away from Logan.

“Do you think if you smoked this you’d get high? I don’t know if your body would just regenerate and clean it out of your system.”

Logan watches you take another inhale and turn your face away to blow it out. “Maybe, I’ve never felt the need to try it.”

“It’s fun, makes you feel nice.” You finish the blunt off all by yourself, giggling even more, especially when Logan’s hands find your waist.

“Do you want any snacks? Anything to munch on?” This part of the dance he’s familiar with, getting all your favourite munchy snacks ready for you.

“Not yet, you smell nice.” You bury your nose to his neck and then to his chest and arms. “Why do you smell so nice?”

Logan chuckles as you try tucking your nose along every crook on his body. His hand pushes your forehead away, “I showered before I came back. Used that body wash you got me.”

“Let me smell you again, Logan.” You try turning your head free of his palm and giggle madly when you do and tuck your face into his shirt.

“You’re something else, girl. Completely something else.” He kisses your forehead gently and lets you busy yourself with sniffing him like a dog- at least till you get hungry.

[apparently-artless]

dungeon meshi e10: tentacles gnocchi || tentacles pasta || "let's cut the red dragon" cutlets

[wysteriaisapenguin]

Thomas Cafe Menu

Drinks

Tidmouth Milk Tea with Boba (Comes in Black, Taro, Brown Sugar, Matcha, and Rose)

Sodor Fog Latte

Henry’s Forest Latte

The Great Express-o (with steamed milk)

Splendid Red Strawberry Latte

Percy’s Hot Cocoa (with Whipped Cream)

Crovan’s Coffee

Meals

Billinton Burger

Frying Kipper and Chips

Galloping Sausage Breakfast Combo (Grilled sausages, eggs, tomatoes, and hashbrowns)

Steak and Pasta Goods Sets (Can come in Tomato and Steak, Alfredo and Chicken, and Pesto and Pork Cutlet)

Buzz Buzz Salisbury Steak (With Tomatoes)

Whirlybird Curry (Has egg in it)

Great Western Eggs Benedict

Deserts

Blueberry Puffball Scones

Tomfoolery Cupcakes (Vanilla flavored with blue, red, or green frosting)

Old Reliable Apple Pie

Shooting Star Sundae

Red Rocket Velvet Cake (comes with strawberries)

Chocolate Crunch Lava Cake

Tramroad Tiramisu

Great Western Waffles

Special Combos

Thomas Bento Box: Includes rice, scrambled eggs, sausages, a tomato and cabbage salad

Best Friends Snack Mix: Includes pretzels, popcorn, and small cakes. Based off of Thomas and Percy

Big Engine Surf and Turf Set: Includes fish and chips, steak, and tomato pasta. Based off of Gordon, Henry, and James.

Railway Afternoon Tea Set: Includes an afternoon tea set with two teas of your choice, small sandwiches, and various scones and desserts

[fatty-food]

Chicken cutlet topped with vodka sauce & fresh mozz over penne (via Instagram)

[barszcz-czerwony-i-biali]

Dungeon Meshi is it Kosher: Episode 10

Unfortunately being an amphibian the second plague of Egypt is not kosher. The dish that this is based off of, spaghetti aglio e oglio is kosher parve if you don't top it with Parmesan cheese. The ingredients are usually pasta, garlic, olive oil, and red pepper flakes, topped with parsley.

Given that they used the tentacles as a substitute for noodles this would also not be kosher see episode nine.

Now since we're here can we wear frog suits? Well if it were a bunch of tiny frogs which would be impractical and just be unnecessarily harmful to the frogs then it would probably be forbidden due to tzaar baalei chaim.

However, since this frog is trying to kill you and the skin is useful for your wellness. By Animal Welfare (I'm not opposed to fur, often however there are practices that are incredibly inhumane to those animals) and Halacha you're fine to wear giant frog

Second meal: the cutlet!

So in the episode, Senshi uses butter I think because he is out of eggs. He uses oil for frying though. However since this is giant frog meat this is forbidden katsudon except regular katsudon is forbidden.

The wine might be kosher but we would need to see the bottle to know. You never know there could be a thriving market for manischewitz in the dungeon. I'd call it manaschewitz.

The bread is also kosher.

You are legally allowed to kill me for the manaschewitz pun

[izvmimi]

love is here - izuku x reader, all might x inko

cw: fluff, smut, domestic, valentine's day content. bkg with mentioned female partner. pregnancy mention. minors dni. summary: you and Izuku decide to celebrate another couple's love this Valentine's Day. a/n: a repost from last year's valentines' day fic because i still think it's cute. features 1 terrible joke.

“Red or white?”

While checking the chicken cutlets still browning in the oven, you reflexively call out in reply,

“Red. Has to be red.”

“Of course.”

Closing the oven door, you glance over at Izuku who is hunched over in the glass cabinet in the portion of the living room you can see from your vantage point, and hear the clinking of glass bottles as your husband rummages through your admittedly small stores of alcohol. He pulls out a classic Pinot, and you recognize it as the pretty expensive one Bakugou and his wife (well mostly his wife, really) offered you months ago when you’d first moved into this new home. 

“This one?” He asks.

You tilt your head slightly, pondering. “Does your mom even like red wine at all?”

“I’m actually not sure,” he thinks, frowning as he attempts to recall any time he might have caught her drinking.

You purse your lips. “I think we have a Riesling in there. It’s sweet, she might like it,” you ask, before turning back to the kitchen to set up the rest of the dinner items.

Taking a glance at your phone, you check to see if Toshinori has replied to your text message requesting his ETA. The last answer you have from him is a sticker of his own face giving you a thumbs up and it makes you stifle a laugh. It kills you every time he does it, truly Dad behavior. 

As Izuku rounds the corner of the kitchen island to place the bottles within a decorative ice bucket on the dining table, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile, but then you remember his earlier deceit and shake your head.

“I cannot believe you told Inko I was pregnant!” 

He rearranges the bottles as well as a large bouquet of red, pink and white roses with a devious grin on his face, then raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is it really that bad?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s just a little white lie.”

“Villain,” you mutter under your breath just as your timer goes off. He laughs out loud. 

The next few moments involve you laying down two fine placemats across from each other, your nicest china, far too much cutlery (based on a guide both of you read about fine dining), and sparkling crystal glasses. Herbed chicken parmesan, steaming buttery lobster, roasted brussels sprouts, garlicky mashed potatoes, and angel hair pasta lightly tossed with olive oil and stewed grape tomatoes are set on the table along a light salad. You remembered something about All Might liking Western food and wondered if this was what he was thinking of. 

Then you suddenly remembered something else.

“Oh noooo, he doesn’t drink!” you exclaim. Before you can scramble for non-alcoholic options, Izuku has placed a particularly decorative container of sparkling water on the table.

“Just ahead of you,” he says. Always ready to save the day.

Water seems a little lackluster for a romantic dinner, you consider grumbling, but the table looks so beautiful by now that you decide not to let the perfect be the enemy of the good. 

“Everything looks amazing!” You announce, clasping your hands together. Izuku agrees and starts the music while you lower the lights, a very light jazzy mix, and as though right on cue, you hear a knock on the door while Izuku begins to light the red and pink candles one by one.

It’s Inko.

She’s dressed far nicer than you usually see her, green locks fully down for once, and you can tell that she’s taken her time to actually perform the skincare routine you’d recommended for her. In fact, you consider that her skin looks a lot healthier than yours and it brings you joy. There’s even a tiny bit of blush she’s applied to her cheeks and a touch of lipstick. The greatest thing she wears however, aside from her coral pink sheath dress, is a wide smile.

“___, congratulations!”

Your mother-in-law envelops you into a hug and for a moment her genuine unbridled joy makes you feel bad that Deku had come up with such a bad lie. You mentally remind yourself to scold him later a second time as you hug her back.

“I- uh… Yeah!” There’s an awkward laugh you let out as she pulls back and holds you by your arms, small tears of joy forming in her eyes. Your stomach turns.

“He told me there would be pictures so I dressed up and-” she starts, but by this time Izuku senses your discomfort and swoops in between you to give his mother a warm hug, then leads her to her seat. 

Inko is asking so many questions - How many weeks? Have we thought of names? Are you doing okay? Are you nervous? - that she doesn’t realize her son has sat her down and unraveled a napkin to place on her lap. Nor has she noticed that there are only two placemats laid out, or that you have just gotten a text from Toshinori that says he’ll be there in five minutes.

Smiling as Izuku stands besides her and deflects all her questions, you wonder if all of this is ethical. You may be teasing Izuku for his lie, but you’ve also told All Might that you were surprising Izuku for his birthday and throwing a party.

“That’s five months early?!” He’d asked on the phone.

To which, you sang, “That’s why it’s the perfect surprise!”

You’d given him too short of a notice to ask too many questions, and it worked out perfectly well because you could hear a second knock on your door.

As Inko’s eyes flitted to the door, her frown made it clear that she was realizing something was fishy.

“Am I missing something here?” she started, but before she could press further, All Might all but burst through the door, in powered up form and in a finely pressed shirt and tie, with his signature catchphrase - 

“I AM HE-”

He stops abruptly, blinking back and forth as he searches the room significantly lacking in people, slightly dark with mood lighting, and his eyes finally settle on Inko.

And he realizes just before she does.

Inko gets to her feet quickly, immediately apologizing at the squeak of the legs of the chair scraping against the floor as she scoots back, but points at All Might.

“You are-”

“Here,” they say in unison.

All Might nearly chokes as he powers down in a poof and slightly entertained but holding in your amusement, you pat his back, leading him to the seat across from Inko, who is being settled right back into her chair by Izuku massaging her shoulders.

“You tricked me,” Toshinori mutters helplessly under his breath, and you nod sweetly.

“Of course I did, All Might,” you say, patting his shoulder. He gives you a sharp glare behind him, meant to intimidate but failing miserably, then turns back to stare down at his plate.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize what’s going on here. You can see the redness on Toshinori’s sallow cheeks and it actually stirs your heart a little. 

Izuku turns down the music from the speaker set on the bar for just a moment before clasping his hands together.

“Yes, so we lied!” He announces. “But!”

He pauses and points to the spread before them. “____ did a lovely job today with all the cooking, and we wanted to spend this Valentines’ Day focused less on us…”

With this, he takes hold of your hand and squeezes it and you can’t stop the warmth that builds in your own face. 

“… and on the two of you.”

Inko gives Izuku a look that is something like a pout but she stays seated. All Might on the other hand shifts almost uncomfortably in his chair for a moment, and for a split second you wonder, standing close to Izuku and whispering, did we go too far? in his ear, if All Might will end up leaving and making the whole ordeal genuinely uncomfortable.

But then, he clears his throat.

“M-Midoriya-san, you look lovely,” he says definitively and almost in unison, you and Izuku’s hearts skip a beat. You’re probably boring a hole in Inko’s forehead at this point as you wait for her reply, and just to make sure you don’t continue to stand there creepily you nudge Izuku to start pouring drinks.

“Thank you,” she says after a pause. Her voice is gentle. “You look quite handsome yourself.”

You almost knock over her glass of red wine in surprise and Izuku’s eyes widen in your direction, but he himself is dangerously close to overflowing Toshinori’s glass. 

You make a face and he catches himself. You both agree that it’s time to leave.

After describing the menu lightly, the two of you let them know that you’ll be returning in a couple hours and have reservations of your own. Inko mutters something teasing about being cheap to one’s parents but heavily compliments the food regardless. You notice her generously spooning pasta onto Toshinori’s plate and his distracted look as he focuses on her face.

This ship will sail, you think.

“The car’s waiting for us,” Izuku points out, grinning, as you run over with a last glance at Izuku’s parental figures. He helps you put on your coat, and you hug him tightly as the door closes behind you.

…

By the time the two of you return, it’s fairly late. You’d been polite enough to send a message to Inko and ask her if she needed more time, and she had asked for 45 more minutes, to which Izuku responded with sheer delight.

“She’s been lonely for a while to be honest,” Izuku mentions as you make it up the elevator. “I wish I had realized it earlier.”

It must have been different for Izuku who had met Toshinori young, when the wistful look had not been present in Inko’s eyes, but you’d sensed it the first time you saw Inko and All Might interact. A little something, that was subtle and polite and respected boundaries, but ever-present and shared. Was it their shared hope for Izuku’s growth? Was it something more than that? You would never truly know what it was that engendered that affection but it didn’t really matter.

What did matter was that when you finally returned, All Might’s hand held Inko’s gently across the table. He did retreat rapidly once he saw the two of you and you only pretend to bounce your eyes for privacy.

“Did you enjoy the food?” Izuku asks cheerfully, as he clears the dishes and the leftovers for them. The Riesling is nearly gone, you notice, and you wonder if All Might had ended up helping finish off the bottle.

“Absolutely!” They say in unison, then look at each other again, and you can see that gentle fire between them that rivals the still burning candles surrounding them.

“Good,” you reply. Very good.

You sit down at the table with them and share in gentle commentary and a little bit of banter before the two are ready to make their exit and relish in the genuine smile on Inko’s face.

She’s cute when she crushes, you think. It’s another side of the lovely woman who made the one you love, and you can’t wait to tease her about it later, if only to get back at her for the fact that before the “real” adults leave, they admonish you for lying.

“Pregnancy?! How could you lie about something so serious, Young Midoriya?!” 

All Might is genuinely in shock as he stands in the doorway and for once Izuku actually is a bit embarrassed because his mentor’s face is so intensely disappointed that there’s not much he can say in response. He scratches at the back of his neck.

“See, the kids were polite enough to give you a lie that was far less grave… however, how could you seriously believe in a 5 month early surprise party?” Inko asks, slapping All Might with her handbag. He makes an exaggerated pained sound, as though she knocked the wind out of him and she laughs, linking arms with him before they leave.

“Thank you again for dinner,” they say and the two of you beam.

“Our pleasure,” you say in unison then laugh.

—

It takes the changing of clothes into bare skin and soft lingerie, gentle necking between satin sheets and far too many rose petals to completely distract the two of you from the events of earlier today. You are comfortably nestled in Izuku’s arms, legs tangled with his and face pressed into his bare chest until he stirs suddenly.

“Oh my God.”

Izuku shoots up straight like a board and you can practically feel the sudden sharp panic run through his entire body. He’s muttering something unintelligible under his breath and you give him a look of confusion until he finally speaks.

“What if he Plus Ultras my mom?”

“… What?” You repeat, incredulously.

He clutches his head dramatically.

“H-he’s going to have sex…with my…” his mouth falters.

You gasp when you finally realize what he means, then pause for a moment before bursting into genuine rip-roaring laughter. Izuku stares at you in continued distress as you end up in tears, covering your face with a pillow, peeking up at him, then laughing even harder at the pallor in his features.

“You have to be kidding me?! This just occurred to you now???” You crumble into another fit, kicking your legs this time into the  mattress while Izuku is frozen as still as a statue.

He might as well be shell-shocked.

A few moments pass as you try to recollect yourself, and maybe acceptance has finally set in because he mutters under his breath something about this whole ordeal possibly being a mistake, but nevertheless pulls you to face him, cupping your face in his large hands.

“Just don’t think too hard about it,” you whisper, pushing your hand through his locks, gently rubbing the back of his head.

He sighs into your touch.

“If I do, I’ll probably lose my boner,” he says, pursing his lips to the side. You laugh again and he eventually melts into a smile, and kisses you on the nose.

As he pulls back, his demeanor changes into something more smug, a tease. It’s the type of look he has when he’s about to be lewd and it’s a sudden shift but you welcome it.

“What?”

His eyes lower to your lips again, and he bites your lower one, then pulls back slowly.

“You know how I got in trouble for saying you were pregnant?”

“For lying,” you corrected him, with a raised eyebrow. He dips down and bites your upper lip, slower and more sensual this time. The sting of the bite has you wanting for a little more than just kisses, and he’s well aware of it.

He trails a finger up the curve of your thigh then rests his hand on your hip. Rubbing gently, he whispers, tone low and rich.

“What if we made it true tonight?”

Your throat dries and you swallow hard. He takes it as a yes and hooks a finger around the crotch of your panties, then another finger rubs up and down your slit. He stops right at the entrance to your pussy and presses inward. You wince. 

A thumb finds your clit and his lips find yours again. There’s a deeper kiss this time, and he pulls back once again.

“What do you think?” He asks, and the fact that he is starting to take more strained breaths is not lost on you. 

“Are you sure you can guarantee that in one night?” He’s far too confident, and you do like to shake it teasingly, once in a while.

“It’s not like I didn’t do the math,” he says. “You should be right around ovulation based on the last time I did a tampon and ice cream run for you,” he insists.

His fingers are still working and you gasp as he adds another.

“Izuku…,” you moan.

“I just need to cum inside you,” he insists, and with that he shifts so that he’s on top of you, hissing into your ear as your back arches and his hands pump.

“Once, twice… maybe ten times,” he says, with extra emphasis on the word ‘ten’, his fingers freeing themselves from the hold of your walls. You already miss the sensation of him inside you, and you grip his shoulders tightly.

“How’s that sound?” He asks, watching the lowering of your eyelids and the parting of your lips,  your green lights.

You tense as he dips down to take a breast in his mouth, then relax, wrapping your arms around the expanse of his muscled back.

You don’t mind giving birth to a Scorpio.

“Let’s make an honest man out of you,” you murmur into his neck, bracing yourself for his first glide in.

[cyberbabyangell]

₊˚⊹☆rant (i'm hungry)

chat i'm hungry.

"wdym soren go eat smth"

no but im hungry for food in my dr. this isn't even funny anymore. i eat in my or but still feel hungry for the creamiest most tasty carbonara pasta i can get in seconds from the innerspace. im hungry for the juiciest most crunchy fried chicken with a cool ahh vanilla milkshake with oreo bits.

i'm hungry for dishes from sumeru. i'm hungry for pork cutlets from lunch rush's magical hands. i'm hungry for the custom drink my boyfriend made in penacony. no amount of food from my or could satisfy my hunger, my NEED for unlimited amounts of food.

im so hungry i might accidentally manifest 56 yards of food instead of shifting when i enter the void tonight. i'm so hungry the first thing i'll do in the innerspace is eat for 3 days. i fear i am becoming a blackhole.

LOOK AT TS AND TELL ME YOU'RE NOT SUFFERING LIKE ME 😭

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[jasmine7031]

EATALY LA PASTA e LA PIZZA

Start with Campari soda. Arancini, Genovese pasta, Pizza,seafood pasta, Milanese cutlet, I was very satisfied.

[tobyfoxmademeascaly]

Welcome to

PART TWO

Of

DUNGEON LUNCHEON MUNCH OR DUMP

(Part one over here)

Treasure Bug Snacks: fuck yes sweets and treats. Only thing that gives me pause is the question of how crunchy coin bugs are

Verdict: MUNCH

Exorcism Sorbet: FUCK YES SWEETS AND TREATS! Magic ice cream! What else could you want!

Verdict: MUNCH

Boiled Mimic: Literally just crab. Marcille its literally just a crab.

Verdict: MUNCH

Looted Grain Porridge: ehhh. I prefer my grains ground into flour and baked. Would eat the mimic meat though, as previously covered.

Verdict: DUMP

Grilled Parasite: once again. Soy sauce. Though I’d at least try the parasite itself.

Verdict: MUNCH, experimentally

Grilled Kelpie: oh FUCK yes. I’ve always wanted to try horse meat and here’s a whole variety platter! Going after the fillet most of all, and the tail for the novelty.

Verdict: MUNCH

Tentacle and Kelpie Stew: I love a good meaty stew… while I’m unsure what texture tentacles would have, whatever texture they would have would be homogenized by being stewed, so it doesn’t really matter.

Verdict: MUNCH

Tentacle Gnocci: oh FUCK yeah pasta. Putting things in ravioli (or similar) is one of the #1 ways to make me eat it. Once again, texture doesn’t matter I’m fucking these UP

Verdict: MUNCH

Pre-Dragon Cutlets: never had frog before but I am VERY eager to try. The red wine + onion is a big bonus. Slather it on there senshi my man I too would have the morale to fight a dragon after eating this.

Verdict: MUNCH

Red Dragon Banquet: what a way to end this post off! While the red dragon is both a carnivorous animal AND quite a lean one, I’m with Laios on this one. I’m digging into that roast with reckless abandon. And if it was overly tough? The tail stew is right there. And failing even that? Hey, there’s pizza.

Verdict: MUNCH