#patè

[hedonistbyheart]

Wait, are pickled beets unusual to Americans? I'm so used to pickles in particular being such an American thing, but it just hit me that pickled beetroot to me is ubiquitous and just a natural condiment/sidedish for all kinds of meat, but I've not seen them in an American context ever, I don't think. Huh.

[ria-the-camel]

Dorian making me cry and being mvp (everyone was doing good work tho) I love youuu force caaaage

[sarenhale]

"Astarion was the carbon print for Fenris'

Ok first of all how fucking dare you disrespect history like that. Second of all. Hydrogen bomb VS coughing baby

[sakuradesigns]

Vegan Patè with Cognac and Port Wine

Vegan Patè with Cognac and Port Wine We just celebrated a holiday and had friends over for dinner, and we made all kinds of complex main courses, but this Vegan Patè with Cognac and Port Wine was the star of the show. In fact, my husband said if we serve this before the dinner, no one’s going to want to eat anything else! This is one of the most flavorful and healthiest appetizers possible, and…

[savingthrcw]

I am back! just in time for @x-hollywoodghoul-x to mess me up with feels. so I'm gonna change and get to do some rping!

[myloish]

350 pages all for lonely little laudna 🥺

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Stiles: Did you know how Derek felt about me?

Peter: Did I know? For 4 years now, I have been hinting to you, I have been hinting to him, I have been hinting him to hint to you. Why do you think I don’t have enough time to make patè?

[cheeseatlantic]

Hi! If you’re taking reqs, ghost meeting a stray cat on base an slowly learning to care for it? Cat as an extension of himself, closed off but wanted care? Is this something?

ohmagawd my first anon… hi babes!! i am, feel free to like abuse the fuck out of my inbox!! and yes, i love this. i see him having like the mangiest fucking cat ever, like one eye, a chunk out of it’s ear and likely a tabby cat. so that’s how we’re imagining it! (i read that tabby’s are basically closed off but wanting care, otherwise i would have chose a black cat, but a tabby seemed the most like ghost)

He definitely did something to piss Price off, because what the fuck was this op? Basically a suicide mission or to test his sanity. Hidden behind rubble, alone. He’d probably get Price a pack of cigars as an apology or something.

Gunfire, and explosions in the distance, this op was going to shit. He was stuck in thought when a meow snapped him out of it and he looked down and there was this banged up tabby cat, a chunk taken out of it’s left ear and it’s right eye looking all mangled and fucking infected. The sight made him grimace, he saw strays on deployment, sure. But they never approached him.

“Oi, piss off, yeah?” He grumbled, trying to shoo the cat away but it didn’t budge, instead seeing a zipper on his tactical vest moving around as it pounced and started playing with it, it’s claws clawing at his vest, making little marks as he grumbled under his breath and scooped it up and brought it up to his face. “Quit it, you owe me a vest. Bye.” He grumbled to it, putting it down and giving it a little nudge to get it away from him.

But it started purring and instead climbed up on his lap, curling up and closing it’s eyes as if it wasn’t in the middle of a fucking warzone. “Bloody hell, your worse than Johnny.” He said under his breath with a sigh. An explosion went off too close to him for his liking, startling the cat as it climbed up his vest and onto his shoulder. “Okay, fine. Your coming with me then.”

���Now what’s this, Lieutenant?” Price asked, cocking an eyebrow as he eyed the cat hidden in his vest, head poking out and resting on a gun in a compartment. Price’s face twisted a bit in disgust as he added. “And what happened to it’s eye?” And Ghost replied with. “Dunno, gonna get it checked out… Or something.”

The fucking cat looked exactly like him, grumpy and grumpy. It also meowed like how he spoke, also grumpy! It’s like this cat was him, if he was a cat that is.

“Rescued a hostage, he’s a vet. Should be in medbay, name’s Andrew Scott. Could be of help.” Price said, leaning against his desk. Ghost nodded and walked off. He definitely wasn’t letting Johnny or Garrick see, they would think he was getting soft.

When he got to the medbay he approached a woman, middle aged and looked friendly as she asked. “May I help you?” With a friendly smile as he looked down at the cat who was fast asleep and looked at the woman again. “Lookin’ for an Andrew Scott.” And she raised an eyebrow as she looked at her computer, typing away before she clicked her tongue and told him. “Section D! Just to your right.” And he nodded and walked off.

The man had agreed to help the cat, who was a woman. Now she rested on his bed, sleeping away as he sat on an armchair across from his bed as he looked at the cat, had an eye patch now. Because they had to remove the eye. And he spent a fuck ton of money on supplies for the bloody thing, his cabinet had toys, food, antibiotics and ointment for the ear. “You better live, woman. I spent €350 on you.” He grumbled.

Soon after she woke up, stretching out as she looked at Simon, blinking as she let out another grumpy meow. “Hungry?” He asked, getting up from his chair to open his cabinet, grabbing one of his two plates and a can of patè. This cat was eating better than him, all he had was fucking mess hall food.

He cracked it open and dumped it onto a plate, setting it on his bed in front of the cat as he towered over it and watched her eat. She ate like him, just absolutely chowing down without a care in the world. “You like?” He asked, and the cat ignored him and kept eating. Just like him.

“Acknowledge me, I spent money on you.” He grumbled, poking her on the head gently as she just ignored him and kept eating. “And your name is Cat, got it? Callsign Patch. ‘Cause of the eye patch.” He added, patting it on the head as it ate. Why the fuck was he naming her? No way he was getting attached, right? Maybe he didn’t sleep well last night, that’s why he was being soft.

“And I bought you your own bed, get off mine.” He said, continuing to poke her as she just kept ignoring him. She was her father’s daughter, I guess.

part twoooo????? ;)

[starrytether]

It was probably just a coincidence

but Laudna calling her inanimate friends Patè and Sashimi breaks my soul because a good dinner is the last thing she did when she was alive.

Specifically Patě because he was the one she created right after, when she was alone.

[shadoedseptmbr]

Okay, you aren't growing enough food to feed yourself in your backyard unless your backyard looks like the ten acres my folks have retired to. That influencer on pinterest with her quarter acre feed the fam is not typical, believe me. Rice and beans and if you can swing it a chest freezer for things on sale in bulk are your best bets if you're really worried about food stability (also, put your rice and flour and grains in there for at least a couple days to mitigate any critters hitchhiking.) BUT... you CAN grow stuff to pickle, jam, chutney, sauce.

and those might be the things that makes the rice and beans sustainable, soul-wise. And they're tradable, for folks to swap out flavors and techniques. Or maybe a neighbor has eggs and likes jam. Easier to learn to can safely than, say, carrots. And if things turn out okay then you've got holiday gifts taken care of in July.

Some herbs and a cherry tomato you ovendried and stored in some oil or cached in the freezer- super easy on a balcony or south windowsill, will make the third day of bean patè on triscuits a little more interesting. There are a ton of recipes online but if you can, grab a magazine or a book.

[goth-maudra]

It's been a year. A year since the Good Omens fandom shifted from "Gabriel is an asshole" to "The Metatron is an asshole."

And our little hearts were stomped into patè.

[burnt-star]

“He’s still horny and disgusting”

Dorian on Patè

[ozbian]

Thinking about how Laudna's relationship with Patè reflects the dynamic between Delilah and herself, 'stage mom' parent to gifted child, puppeteer to puppet, frankenstein to monster, like Laudna was using him to externalise or role-play, and maybe Laudna's recent kindness to Patè reflects a kindness she's finding for herself.

You didn't make me to be quiet.

I didn't, did I?

No.

Your vocal cords are also just dried sinew, so it's not your fault.

It's not my fault?

It's not your fault.

It's not my fault.

(Bonus)

(Be proud of who you are)

(Oh, I am.)

[strigeart]

It's her fault if I have to pass an hour every evening doing IVs.

Her name is Puccettina, Puzzona for the friends (she didn't smell of roses, at all).

We took her from a village on the see past , and she was almost starwed to dead.

It comes out that she has a disease that provokes constant infections in her mouth and kidney failure.

She is stable now, but once a month, she needs therapy to eliminate the pain so she can eat.

She's quite choosy, some time she wants the patè of a very peculiar brand we had to order online.

When we place an order for 120 packs of it, suddenly she only wants cream cheese, or goat milk, or yoghurt, or tuna. You have to try until you find what she wants to eat today.

Now she's to the vet with my husband.

We're really lucky the vet is one of our best friends and come to the studio even in his well-deserved free day to visit our cats.

[allucka]

us: hi vet thank you sooo much for helping us because our elderly cat will only kind of eat one specific brand of brothy food topper and we're worried she's not eating enough

us, again: yeah we've tried everything. kibble, patè, flakes in gravy, even different brands of lickable food. she just won't bother with all that stuff

us, for a third time: yup, we've even tried putting the food topper she Will eat on these other cat foods, like we've already tried putting it on top of kibble, patè, flakes in gravy, all of it. she eats even less when we do that

the vet: hmm i'm gonna prescribe a kibble for her [: try maybe putting water in it so it's like a soup?

us: kibble? are you sure? because she's more likely to eat lickable food-

the vet: yes and also $400 dollars please

[sun-critrole]

Patè goes ahead, invisible. Our favorite undead scout sees an open doorway and a storage chamber.