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adore-laur · 1 year ago
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Hii I love your writing ! Idk if you’re still taking dadrry requests but I’d love to see how he’d react to one of his girls being super picky with food and how he deals with that ! Like him making a bunch of meals for his baby hoping she’ll like it :’)
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Now that his youngest was able to eat solid foods at six months old, Harry took it upon himself to introduce her to the wonderful world of fruits and vegetables. While it might have been easier and more convenient to purchase jars of mediocre mashed baby food from the store, Harry was a chef and wanted to expand his culinary capabilities. And maybe impress you just a little bit. You were slowly weaning from breastfeeding, and he wanted to show his appreciation for your relentless nourishment. Keeping his babies alive and healthy made him forever indebted to you. His favorite way to repay you was by cooking whatever meal your heart desired and making sure your belly was full.
It was eleven a.m. when Harry got started on making lunch. You were out of the house with your eldest at her weekly swimming lesson and were due to arrive home shortly. He was hoping you didn't stop for lunch on the way back since he was planning on making the whole family lunch once he satiated his babbling baby girl seated in her high chair.
After mulling over potential recipes, he decided on something simple—baked pears and a side of steamed zucchini made into a purée. He got to washing and slicing the three pears he nabbed from the roadside farmers market downtown, all while listening to the mourning doves coo and the waves lapping the shore outside the open window. He fell into a tranquil state of cooking, his muscles on autopilot when handling knives, bowls, and pans. It was second nature to him—his favorite pastime next to hanging out with his girls.
Once the pears were baking in the oven, Harry whipped up the zucchini purée. He chopped one up, placed the pieces in a saucepan, and then seasoned them before steaming the pale green vegetable for ten minutes. In the meantime, he lifted his baby girl from her high chair and snuggled her close while the sweet aroma of his cooking concoction swirled in the air. She was getting bigger every day, and it snapped his heart into little pieces. Pretty soon, she'd be crawling around the house with curiosity. She was already teething and mimicking sounds. Laughing and putting toys in her mouth. And while those milestones filled him with an enormous amount of pride, he couldn't help but realize how short-lived they were.
When the oven timer beeped, Harry sat his baby girl on his hip and carefully took the glass dish of pears out with a hot pad. They were golden brown, which made his stomach grumble. He set them on the stovetop and flicked the heat off for the zucchini. He needed both hands for the next step, but he really didn't want to stop holding his baby, whose wispy hair smelled like the lavender shampoo he used during her bath time last night. She was awake and in a slightly cranky mood because of teething. The only thing he could do to alleviate the irritable pain she was experiencing was to offer his knuckle as a soothing thing to gnaw until he found the time to order a teething toy. He was unconcerned with the drool and dull ache caused by her. This wasn't his first rodeo.
It was actually why you had started to wean earlier than you did with your first child. You mentioned breastfeeding was uncomfortable enough, and adding teeth to the mix was even more unpleasant. He wholeheartedly supported your decision and made it his mission to never have you stress over cooking separate meals for two babies and yourself. It was part of his lifelong repayment.
While the pears and zucchini cooled, Harry rummaged through the living room in search of the baby sling—also known as the greatest invention for multitasking parents. And dads who couldn't get enough of holding their babies. Guilty, he thought to himself.
Once he located it under a pile of princess dresses, he put it on and wrapped his baby nice and snugly in the fabric. Then he went back to the kitchen and used his two free hands to grab the food processor from the corner cabinet. Setting it on the island, he brought over the zucchini and poured them in before pressing the purée setting. The grating noise startled the baby, and Harry gently bounced in place while covering her tiny ears.
Mushy green slop was the result after he turned off the loud device. It wasn't necessarily appetizing to him, but the way his daughter was making grabby hands at it made him proud of his very own baby food creation. He opened the silverware drawer and grabbed a silicone spoon. He dipped it into the purée and then held up a small serving to her awaiting mouth.
"This is zucchini," Harry said, sincerely hoping she'd like it. "It's good for your bones and digestive system. Now, you have to tell Daddy what you think. This is a trial run to find out what you like." He delicately stuck the spoon in her open mouth and watched her slowly remember how to chew. Her rosebud lips smacked together as some purée slid down her chin. Babies were cute when they ate, but boy did they make a mess. Her expression didn't give anything away, but the way she was spitting out everything that was on the spoon sure did.
"All right," he whispered, a bit disappointed. "That’s okay. Zucchini's not for everyone."
Her chubby fist reached up and landed on his neck, no doubt protesting for better food. He couldn't help but laugh at the green smears bordering his adorable daughter's mouth. Taking his phone out, he captured a couple of pictures and sent them to you before wiping the mess with a paper towel. He made a mental note to also order bibs—another sign that she was growing up too quickly. God, it wounded him. He might have to ask for a third baby after all.
Harry walked over to the stovetop and picked up a warm, baked pear slice. Using his teeth, he tore off half a chunk for himself and guided the other one into her mouth. He had to help her chew this time since the consistency was more solid than the purée. His thumb and forefinger held her jaw as he gently moved it up and down. His baby's beautiful eyes stared at him, entranced by his face so close. He stared right back at her, admiring all the parts that were him and you. Day by day, she looked a little more like you, and he was ecstatic about it. His genes might've been strong in the newborn stage, but they stood no chance against the potent beauty of yours.
There was nary a complaint when she swallowed the piece of pear. None at all until Harry got her another, and as soon as it touched her lips, she burst into tears and pushed his hand away like it was the absolute last thing she wanted in front of her.
"Not even pears?" Harry said, equal parts humored and defeated. "You're going to be a picky little eater, aren't you? Just like your sister."
With a sense of mild failure sitting in his chest, he opted to feed her a bottle of breast milk in the refrigerator until you got home. Your motherly instincts would surely help him figure out her palate. Even though he was a chef and understood everyone's acquired tastes, it was his daughter who was unimpressed with his skills.
Eating the rest of the pears and the bland zucchini purée, he laughed to himself. His girls kept him on his toes, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
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joaniejustwokeup · 2 years ago
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In my experience (from the northeast US), “peanut butter and jelly” is the name of the dish regardless if it’s made with jelly (juice-based spread with no pieces of fruit), jam (mashed fruit spread), or preserves (spread with whole or large pieces of fruit).
Most people I know use jam and jelly interchangeably too, just in general.
Learned recently that a lot of people from places where peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are not common think it is gross even though they've never tried it. These people will never know true happiness and for that I pity them.
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potatodonuts · 6 months ago
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Hannibal food themed episodes
France 🇫🇷
Apéritif - Apéritifs are drinks, typically alcoholic, that are normally served before (apéritif) or after (digestif) a meal respectively. An apéritif is an alcoholic beverage usually served before a meal to stimulate the appetite, and is usually dry rather than sweet. 🥂
Amuse-Bouche - An amuse-bouche is a single, bite-sized hors d'œuvre. Amuse-bouches are different from appetizers in that they are not ordered from a menu by patrons but are served free and according to the chef's selection alone.
Potage - Pottage or potage is a term for a thick soup or stew made by boiling vegetables, grains, and, if available, meat or fish. It was a staple food for many centuries. The word pottage comes from the same Old French root as potage, which is a dish of more recent origin.
Oeuf - Egg. 🥚
Coquilles - Great scallops. In French, the mollusc itself – as well as a popular preparation of it in cream sauce – is called coquille St. Jacques. 🦪
Entrée - An entrée, in modern French table service and that of much of the English-speaking world, is a dish served before the main course of a meal.
Sorbet - Sorbet is a frozen dessert made using ice combined with fruit juice, fruit purée, or other ingredients, such as wine, liqueur, or honey.
Fromage - Cheese. 🧀
Trou Normand - The Normand Hole. Calvados is the basis of the tradition of le trou Normand, or "the Norman hole". This is a small drink of calvados taken between courses in a very long meal, sometimes with apple or pear sorbet, supposedly to reawaken the appetite.
Buffet Froid - A buffet froid is a meal served on a table for guests to help themselves. The word, as such, comes from the French buffet and originally referred to a sideboard used to store china. When a buffet includes only cold dishes, it is known as buffet froid, which means cold buffet.
Rôti - Roast.
Relevés - In the late 18th century, the practice arose of removing the empty soup tureens and replacing them with entrées de broche or other grosses entrées. The replacement dishes were commonly called "relevés", or in English, "removes". They were the last of the entrées consumed at the meal, although they were brought to the table immediately after the potages.
Savoureux - Tasty, savoury.
Japan 🇯🇵
Kaiseki / 懐石 - It is a traditional multi-course Japanese dinner. The term also refers to the collection of skills and techniques that allow the preparation of such meals and is analogous to Western haute cuisine.
Sakizuke / 先附 - An appetizer similar to the French amuse-bouche.
Hassun / 八寸 - The second course, which sets the seasonal theme. Typically one kind of sushi and several smaller side dishes. Traditionally served on a square dish measuring eight sun (寸) on each side.
Takiawase / 煮合 - Vegetables served with meat, fish or tofu; the ingredients are simmered separately.
Mukōzuke / 向付 - A sliced dish of seasonal sashimi.
Futamono / 蓋物 - A "lidded dish"; typically a soup.
Yakimono / 焼物 - Flame-grilled food (esp. fish)
Su-zakana / 酢肴 - A small dish used to cleanse the palate, such as vegetables in vinegar; vinegared appetizer.
Shiizakana / 強肴 - A substantial dish, such as a hot pot.
Naka-choko / 中猪口 - Another palate-cleanser; may be a light, acidic soup.
Kō no mono / 香の物 - Seasonal pickled vegetables.
Tome-wan / 止椀 - A miso-based or vegetable soup served with rice.
Mizumono / 水物 - A seasonal dessert; may be fruit, confection, ice cream, or cake.
Italy 🇮🇹
Antipasto - Antipasto is the traditional first course of a formal Italian meal. Usually made of bite-size small portions and presented on a platter from which everyone serves themselves, the purpose of antipasti is to stimulate the appetite.
Primavera - A primo is the first course. It consists of hot food and is usually heavier than the antipasto, but lighter than the second course.
Secondo - A second course (secondo), based on meat, fish, dairy products such as cheese, or eggs.
Aperitivo - The aperitivo opens a meal, and it is similar to an appetizer. Most people gather around standing up and have alcoholic/non-alcoholic drinks.
Contorno - A side dish (contorno) of raw or cooked vegetables, which accompanies the second dish.
Dolce - Dessert.
Digestivo - The digestivo, also called ammazzacaffè if served after the coffee, is the drink to conclude the meal.
Source: wikipedia
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pradame · 1 year ago
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purées for my baby girl!
sweet potato, pear, apple
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zennywrites · 2 months ago
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the princess and the pea purée
ship: druella x cygnus black + narcissa black
tags / warnings: cute; fluff; healthy relationships; narcissa being a little cheeky brat
word count: 479
narcissa black was six months old and already terrifying.
not in the way her elder sisters would eventually be—bellatrix with her dramatics and andromeda with her too-smart eyes—but in the quietly imperial way only a baby named narcissa could be.
she had big blue eyes that blinked at you in judgment and a habit of making high-pitched noises until her parents bowed to her every whim. she also had a shocking ability to hurl mashed peas with precision.
which is exactly what she did on a rainy tuesday morning.
cygnus entered the nursery with a fresh bottle and a hopeful heart. he’d even warmed it to “just slightly warmer than her majesty’s wrist.” he had read a scroll about optimal baby-feeding temperatures and was feeling rather proud of himself.
“good morning, darling —”
splot.
green pea puree smacked directly against his shirt collar.
narcissa blinked slowly at him from her perch in a highchair charmed to levitate to a “dignified height.” her bib said “little lady of the manor” in gold-stitched script. her mouth was a perfect rosebud pout.
cygnus looked down at his shirt.
“dru,” he called, voice calm but strained, “your daughter has declared war.”
from the hallway, druella called back, “your daughter wanted the gold spoon and you gave her the silver one, didn’t you?”
cygnus blinked.
“she — what?! she's six months old! she doesn't know the difference!”
“she feels the difference,” druella said, sweeping into the room like a queen in silk slippers, brushing her hair into a loose braid as she walked. “she's very sensitive.”
“she has demolished her oatmeal.”
“she has standards.”
cygnus groaned and held up the dripping spoon. “this is how it begins. today it's silverware. tomorrow it's disowning cousins for not color-coordinating their robes.”
“i mean,” druella murmured with a smirk, “depending on the cousin…”
he looked at her.
she looked at him.
narcissa let out a high, imperious squeal that clearly translated to: where is my breakfast, you peasants?
cygnus sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and — taking the gold spoon this time — offered her a tiny, cautious mouthful of pear purée.
narcissa blinked once. then, magnanimously, she opened her mouth.
“oh thank merlin,” he breathed.
“she accepts your tribute,” druella said solemnly, watching their daughter chew with a perfectly satisfied expression.
“you know,” cygnus murmured, brushing a streak of green from his cheek and leaning over to kiss druella’s temple, “i always thought i’d be the scary one.”
druella chuckled. “no, love. you’re just the handsome one.”
from her highchair, narcissa clapped once — regal, approving, like a tiny monarch watching her court perform appropriately.
“she really is your daughter,” cygnus muttered.
“obviously. she has exquisite taste.”
they both laughed, leaning into each other, as narcissa settled back with a smug little gurgle, clearly very pleased with how breakfast had gone once her terms were met.
and so the morning passed: a bit messy, a bit silly, but warm and whole and absolutely theirs.
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hetalia-club · 7 months ago
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Since not being in Italy I have been craving this so bad
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And before you say “we have pear juice in America” NO…no. Yes we do have pear juice but not like this one right here. So this one is like weirdly thick pulpy almost. Like some pear purée in it ore something. It has like the gritty texture of the pear and you can chew on the bits of it. And they of course serve it room temp and it’s just delightful. I have tried to get it. I even called Coke here in America like a crack addict and asked them if they could get me products from Italy and they said no. But bought like 4 at the Rome airport and drank 2 on the 10 hour flight and then I had 2 more I was planning on savoring and the TSA Agent in Detroit took them away from me 😭😭. I was so livid. How they let me keep 6lbs of salted ricotta in my suitcase and not my sealed pear juice. I feel like he knew it made me happy and he wanted to steal my happiness away from me. And also it was Detroit and they are famously the biggest pricks in the Detroit Airport. So yeah… I want this juice. If your in Italia drink one for me
these sustained me in Italy this was my diet. I was not a big fan of the food I ate a cheese pizza for every meal and a cannoli for dessert every single day. Because I'm a picky eater. And every morning I would shimmy out of my apartment across the very busy street risking my life (Sicilian traffic) to the corner store and get me 3 pear juices. I'm positive the guy working thought I had a problem but idc, I did have a problem honestly. I still do! I'm still thinking about it!😭
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rubyeberwolf95 · 2 months ago
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After watching CircusPlushies: Baby Jax on YouTube, I got inspired to do my version of the Circus Members (including Sandy) having to babysitting Jax (who was turned into a baby by Caine for the adventure) and having to deal with his crazy antics while having to take care of them. Including an incident where Sandy and the Circus Members attempting to feed Jax baby food, only for him to cause a mess and spilling food all over Sandy.
SANDY:
(holding a spoon)
Okay, team! We’ve survived shrinking, ghosting, AND the Bubblegum Forest. One baby can’t be that hard… right?
POMNI:
You say that now, but he’s looking at me like he’s plotting something.
RAGATHA:
Oh, relax! Babies are cute and sweet!
GANGLE:
(quietly)
Until they weaponize mashed carrots…
ZOOBLE:
Heh. I give it five minutes before we’re wearing lunch.
SANDY:
Alright, little guy. Time for num-nums!
Sandy scoops some bright orange digital baby food and holds the spoon out. Jax giggles, then claps his tiny hands… and promptly swats the spoon away, splattering carrot goop all over Pomni.
POMNI:
(sputtering)
I knew it!!
JAX:
Ba-ba-BLEH!
He blows a raspberry, laughing hysterically.
KINGER:
Perhaps he would respond better to theatrics? Observe!
Kinger leaps into a dramatic pose, holding a spoon like a sword.
KINGER:
Behold! The Airplane of Nourishment descends from the clouds of hunger!
He zooms the spoon toward Jax’s mouth. Jax waits… waits… then WHACK—flings his bowl full of peas directly at Sandy’s face.
SANDY:
(covered in peas)
...He’s a menace in a diaper.
RAGATHA:
I’ll distract him with a rattle! Gangle, backup spoon!
GANGLE:
Do we have backup towels instead?
ZOOBLE:
Oh forget it—everyone just dodge and weave!
A feeding frenzy erupts—spoons flying, bowls tipping, food everywhere. Jax laughs hysterically and starts chucking crackers like frisbees. Pomni hides behind a stuffed unicorn, Gangle slips on puréed pears, and Zooble uses a bib like a shield.
SANDY:
(shouting over the chaos)
Caine is so cleaning this up later!
Finally, Ragatha sneaks up behind Jax with a binky and—POP—plugs it in. Jax blinks… then instantly calms down, sucking contentedly.
EVERYONE:
(sighs in relief)
Whew…
SANDY:
Okay, new plan: someone distract him, and I’ll 3D-print snacks directly into his mouth next time.
CAINE:
(appearing upside down)
Marvelous work, all of you! You survived Operation Baby Buffet! Bonus points for creativity!
JAX:
(giggling through binky)
Bababooey.
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whentherewerebicycles · 3 months ago
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three baby updates:
I mixed pear purée into his greek yogurt at dinner tonight and he absolutely lost his mind over how delicious it was. he shoveled huge handfuls of it into his mouth and ROARED with joy and when it was gone he started licking the plate ahaha. he was also extremely into the crispy tips of roast asparagus. this baby loves food.
he is very into a game right now where I lie on the floor and pretend to fall asleep while he’s playing with his toys. as soon as he notices that I’m “sleeping” he crawls over at top crawl speeds and starts climbing all over me teeheehee giggling to himself and giving me chomp-kisses and licking my cheek until I suddenly wake up and roar FEE FI FO FUM I SMELL A BOY WITH A STINKY BUM!!!!! and flip him upside down while he shrieks with glee and tries to wriggle free.
tragically though I have overplayed the trash compactor bit (it had a 100% success rate for three whole days which is an eternity in baby humor time). now when I ask if he has any trash for the trash compactor he doesn’t laugh anymore he just ignores me and continues examining whatever toy he is collecting field notes on at the moment. and if I do it again in an even more exaggerated voice he will give me this brief pitying look like mother this joke is sooooo last week it’s frankly embarrassing for you that you still find the trash compactor amusing, and then goes back to ignoring me. a devastating glimpse into what the teenage years will be like ahaha
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echo-goes-mmm · 1 year ago
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Moonflower #3
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Warnings: fear of non-con (brief) 
He was already awake when the knock came. Kit opened the door.
“Her Majesty wishes you to join her for dinner,” said the servant.
“Yes, sir.” Kit closed the door behind him. A guard was posted nearby, and how long had he been there?
He followed the servant, keeping his eyes down. There were so many people in the halls, and all the eyes on him made him feel even smaller than usual.
It was a good thing he had time to nap, because the walk was long. He couldn’t keep track of all the turns and staircases.
Eventually they came to a large room with a long table, not unlike the ones at revels. But instead of being laden with food and wine, it was very nearly empty. Only a white lace tablecloth and a candelabra at the very end, along with two place settings. 
Mistress was sitting at the head, and she gestured for him to sit at her right.
He obeyed.
“I thought we’d start off simple, with four courses.”
Kit didn’t understand what she was talking about, but he nodded along.
“This is your soup spoon” she pointed, “and then we move to the salad fork. Followed by the entree utensils, and then dessert.” Oh. Four dishes. That made sense.
“Yes, Mistress.” he looked down at the cutlery on the table. Silver, by the looks of it. 
“If you forget which one to use, just work your way in. Any questions?” He better ask, so he wouldn’t get punished so badly when he messed up.
“What if I can’t remember which one I just used?” If four courses was simple, what was complicated?
“You leave the utensils on the plate, and the servants will take it away when you’re finished. Now, do as I do.”
Kit copied the way she unfolded her cloth napkin, placing it just as she did.
Two servants came through the doors from what smelled like the kitchen. One with a crystal pitcher of water and the other with a bottle of wine.
“Tonight we have butternut squash soup, a seasonal salad with a honey vinaigrette, balsamic glazed lamb shank with white bean purée, and a honey yogurt panna cotta with blood orange sauce.” rattled off the servant while she poured them water. 
Shit. There was honey in two of the four planned dishes. Were they trying to get him drunk?
“Chef has picked out a white wine with notes of pear.” The servant with the wine uncorked the bottle, and held it near Iris for her to sniff. 
“Excellent. Thank you, Percy.” Percy poured her a glass, and turned to Kit.
“Wine?” he asked.
They didn’t know. Kit glanced at the queen, who was swirling her glass. He nodded, unsure if it would offend her to decline. 
He’d just have to avoid the honey as much as possible, and drink the wine. It smelled… alright. Almost like faerie wine if he ignored the bitter acrid scent.
Maybe it tasted better than it smelled.
The servants left, leaving the pitcher, and he hesitantly took a sip of water. Blessed water, clean and cool.
Kit avoided gulping it down, as it was clear this was an etiquette lesson, and making a fool of his mistress would have terrible consequences.
Instead, he sipped it slowly before putting the chalice back in its exact place. Not a hair off.
Percy came back, two steaming bowls of soup perfectly balanced on his tray. He placed each one in front of them, Iris first, and then him before leaving.
“I informed the chef to make all of your food without salt, and in copper pans instead of steel,” said the queen. 
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Iris, when it's just us.”
“Yes, Iris.”
The soup was delicious. Kit wasn’t much of a cook himself; preferring to hunt and forage over the effort of building a fire and such. Of course, at this point any meal would taste fantastic. He copied the specific way she ate, keeping the spoon from clinking against the delicate china.
Soon they were finished, and Percy whisked away the bowls and replaced them with the next course.
“You don’t speak much, do you?”
Kit hesitated. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Queen Iris picked up her salad fork. “Do I frighten you?”
“Yes.” What was the point of all this? What did she want from him that required intimate knowledge of forks?
He took a bite of the salad; he no longer cared about the honey.
“I don’t mean to,” she said. “Really, I don’t.” There was that casualness again, but she was stiff. Like the servants were listening in and she didn’t want to be caught.
“Okay.” 
She smiled at him, and then suddenly smoothed her expression, reaching for her wine.
Was it an accident, or more manipulation? Either way, the result was the same. If she was kind to him to achieve her own ends, that was still kindness. He’d take it, and use it to his ends.
“What do you want with me?” Kit asked.
“We’ll discuss that later, when we're alone.”
His insides squirmed at the potential implications, and he ate to cover his discomfort. The honey was getting to him a little, more than it would if he weren’t so sick. 
Percy brought in the lamb. “Would you care for more wine, your grace?”
“Ah, no thank you Percy.”
Percy turned to Kit, and he shook his head. He hadn’t touched his wine glass yet.
The lamb was tender and made his mouth water in between bites.
“Your chef is very good,” he said, surprising himself. Damn honey.
“Isn’t she?” said Iris, her posture relaxing. “I’m quite fond of her. Between you and me, I think she’s trying to impress you.”
“Oh?” 
“Lamb is usually for special occasions or on request.” 
“She doesn’t need to do that. I don- didn’t- often cook anyway.” 
“Well don’t tell Christine that. I could do with a little spoiling.” winked Iris.
Dessert came too soon, with more honey on his plate. Kit already felt a little flush. He couldn’t afford to be rude, so he took a small bite of the dessert. The taste of oranges blossomed on his tongue, the perfect balance of tart and sweet.
Just for a moment, it reminded him of home.
The honey relaxed him, tension leaving his shoulders and flowing out of him. His head was pleasantly fuzzy around the edges.
Luckily for him, the mortal wine seemed to have the same effect on his mistress.
They finished the meal, and the queen stood. “Come,” she said. “We’ll talk more in my rooms.”
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astudyinchocolate · 1 year ago
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Lisa Frankenstein premiere drinks
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Sharing this pic in case anyone is looking to mix up one of the special drinks from the Lisa Frankenstein premiere.
Lisa's Love Potion: tequila, St. Germain, lime juice, agave, prickly pear purée.
A Creature's Tears: vodka, blue curaçao, lime juice, ginger beer.
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disneythingsilike · 4 months ago
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『ディズニーツイステッドワンダーランド』の各寮をイメージした特別なコース料理が、期間限定で提供されます!
[Twisted Wonderland] Special Course meals inspired by each dormitory will be available for a limited time at Disney Ambassador Hotel! !
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Here is the website for details about the location, the Empire Grill restaurant, and how to make reservations.
The price for each set is 13,000 yen, which is roughly $88. Starting at the beginning of the April of 2024, special courses will be offered over 8 periods that last a week each.
Here is a link to my previous post on the meals inspired by the Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle dorms.
Here is a link to my second post on this, which details the meal sets inspired by the Scarabia, Pomfiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia dorms.
The last Special Course Set will run from March 31st 2025 until April 6th 2025. It is inspired by the 5th anniversary of the game.
The 5th Anniversary Set
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Special pate de campagne with bergamot purée and Dijon mustard.
Marinated scallops and noodles in spicy tomato sauce. Marinated Hyuga chicken with pear compote and yellow carrot salad. Octopus spring rolls with raspberry vinegar jelly. Open-face sandwich with prosciutto and coconut cream with curry flavor. Liver pâté with red apple sauerkraut. Roasted duck breast with parsnip tart. Herb-scented marinated red sea bream with mint and zucchini tabbouleh.
Squid and asparagus risotto and spiced shrimp fritters with an assortment of colorful vegetables in bisque sauce.
Domestic roast beef with celery and bamboo charcoal foam topped with fragrant gravy sauce.
For dessert it has Milk chocolate and mascarpone mousse and strawberry sorbet.
This set also comes with a Nightraven College charm.
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The Magical Drink costs ¥1,600 It contains ice tea, grape juice, grapefruit juice, butterfly pea tea, blue syrup, and butterfly pea syrup.
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Coffee and tea are also available.
My notes: If I'm right about the main dishes being inspired by each dorm then a few of the choices here would make sense. Like, one of the things on this menu is liver pâté, which is Rook's favorite food, and it's paired with apple, which is basically the symbol of Pomfiore.
Also for the second thing, it includes pear compote which is Jack's favorite, and the food seems to have a yellow color theme to match Savanaclaw.
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ellenya · 10 months ago
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One day, one rhyme- Day 3869
This tall tree bears a diff’rent fruit
Than the bottle beside its root-
Green puréed fruit drink that’s yummy:
An apple juice by the pear tree.
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terfjawn · 1 month ago
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tried giving the twins some puréed pear. twin a hates it v much. twin b likes it but still making faces
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t00thpasteface · 2 years ago
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i live on the gulf coast of texas, so it's too humid for my cactus candy to set normally... BUT it still made a delicious jelly! i got the recipe from here, and ended up needing just 2 and a half whole prickly pear fruit for it:
i still have exactly enough puréed fruit to make a second batch, so i'll use more pectin and hope it turns out more like gummies than jelly this time :p
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taradiddled · 9 months ago
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Ada: The Higher Choirs like to preach that Pure Lily White bullshit, but, like, half those fuckers are into some weird shit. Like Zephiel and his fruit fetish. I think the banana fucked him more than I did.
Lucifer: Wait. You fucked Zephiel? He’s almost as old as ME!
Ada: Hey. I’m not saying I ENJOYED it. You try getting hard when your bed-buddy wants you to eat smeared pear purée off his ass before you fuck it. I was BEGGING for a blindfold.
Lucifer: Zephiel was one of the core members of the Seraphim who sentenced me out of Eden. He said what I did was a ‘gross fetishization of God’s gifts’.
Ada: Yeah. Turns out, that was Zephiel’s kink.
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splatloon · 2 years ago
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i keep saying aypierre's name wrong im either saying a purée, PR, or pear. help.
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