#quesadilla cookie

[basilquesadilla]

A New Intro Post!

Hi everyone! I've been wanting to get back to using this blog so I'm gonna start with a whole new intro. So hi, I'm Basil, a 22-year-old Indian American who enjoys gaming, anime, reading, and more! I'm aroace and use she/they pronouns!

My Fandoms/Interests:

Omori

Honkai Star Rail

Cookie Run: Tower of Adventures

Cozy games(i.e. Stardew and Fields of Mistria)

Reading(mainly fantasy and some contemporary)

Anime(favorites are Frieren and Re:Zero)

Plants

My Tags:

General Posts: quesadilla post

Personal/Venting(includes politics): basil rambles

General Gaming: gaming with basil

Anime: basil talks anime

Books: basil's library

Plants: basil's garden

Honkai Star Rail: starry quesadilla

Cookie Run: quesadilla cookie

(any future tags I create will be listed here

[teddybearsandlightningstorms]

the only alcohol i like to drink straight is tequila and that's because tequila is the best alcohol

[americankitchen]

Presto 03430 Pizzazz Plus Rotating Oven Review

[itsybitsie]

Agere shopping list!

All ages! drinks, snacks, & meals!

Snacks

Gerber puffs

Goldfish

Fruit gummies

Frosted animal cookies

Snack packs/pudding

Jello cups

Apple sauce

Fig newtons

Dried fruit trail mix

Granola bars

Chips

Veggie straws

Cereal

Baby cucumbers

Fruits

Veggies

Pretzels

Snack crackers

Popsicles

Cheese

Celery/baby carrots with dip/peanut butter

Drinks

Juice boxes

Koolaid

Caprisun

Milkshake

Lemonade

Hugs

Milk

Chocolate milk/strawberry milk

Yoohoo

Slushies

Meals

(breakfast, lunch, dinner)

Pizza bites

Kraft mac n cheese

Burger sliders

Quesadilla

Chicken nuggets

Bagels

Scrambled eggs

Pancakes/waffles

Buttered noodles

Soup

Grilled cheese

Oatmeal

Mac attack pizza

PB&J

Chilli & cornbread

Spaghetti & Meatballs

Let me know if you all have any ideas for the list!!! i hope this helped you figure out what to snack on or eat for dinner while regressed 🩷💜💗remember to prepare your food only when u are big so u dont hurt urself!

[ftafp]

Since it's that time of the year again (the time where I feel like ranting about food and shooting pointed glares at smug europeans), I think it's time I correct a bunch of popular misconceptions about american and american immigrant cuisines

Let's take them one at a time

Yes, America has a cuisine. Dozens actually, before you even factor in immigrant cuisines that have maintained a recognized distinction. In no particular order: Pennsylvania is famous for its wide variety of baked good (notably chocolate chip cookies), every state south of the mason dixon has its own regional style and definition of barbecue, Louisiana is home to both cajun and creole cuisines (which are a blend of spanish, french, indigenous, african and english foodstuffs), texas has tex-mex (which is less a fusion and more a relic of when texas was mexican territory), and california, which is famous for its combination of east asian elements with existing american traditions.

Aunt Jemima and Mrs Butterworth are NOT maple syrup. This is a mistake I also see plenty of americans make. Those syrups, which are cheap and come in a plastic bottle are mostly just corn syrup and brown food coloring. Actual maple syrup, which mostly comes from canada, new england, and upstate new york, is significantly thinner (about the viscosity of half-and-half) and has a complex taste similar to light brown sugar and fenugreek.

Biscuits and Gravy isn't what it sounds like to europeans. It's not even remotely close. American "biscuits" are a type of buttery, flaky, unsweetened roll similar to buttered scones, and are traditionally made with buttermilk. The name is an example of divergent evolution: both european and american biscuits are derived from ship's biscuits, a dehydrated cracker with an absurdly long shelf life that needed to be dunked in a broth or beverage before eating. European biscuits were sweetened to make them taste better dunked in black tea. while american biscuits were made buttery to make them taste better dunked in stew or gravy.

American Cheesemaking isn't just Cheez-Whiz. America actually has a wide variety of local cheeses, with the most notable being Colby (similar to mild cheddar), Monterey Jack (a hard, salty cheese used in quesadillas), Pepperjack (a softer cheese made from monterey jack mixed with peppers and dried herbs), Meunster (a funky semi-soft cheese that melts well), and particularly cream cheese (a spreadable fresh cheese similar to mascarpone that is traditionally smeared on bagels, or used to make cheesecake)

American Cheese IS real cheese. It's not made of plastic, it's a mix of cheddar and colby melted into a cheese sauce with fresh cream or milk and then cooled, which allows it to melt absurdly well and gives it a "floppy" texture. Typically sodium citrate (i.e. citrus juice + baking soda) is added to prevent it from getting greasy when melted. A similar step is used in some american versions of mozzerella and emmental that are intended for sauces.

Cream Cheese is NOT Kosher. Well, sort of. Not exactly. While cream cheese is a staple of american jewish cuisine, and does meet all the qualifications to be kosher, actual kosher delis are forbidden from using either cream cheese OR new york water for their bagels. For cream cheese reason is that kashrut is very stringent about cross-contamination between meat and dairy (this was historically to prevent shepherds from serving a calf or goat in its mother's milk), and these delis are famous for their corned beef and brisket. As for new york water, it has microscopic shrimp in it. As a result, these delis typically serve vegan cream cheese and make their bagels with filtered water

Turkey doesn't make you tired. It's not noticably higher in tryptophan than anything else at the table, and there's no evidence tryptophan causes tiredness. The reason you feel tired after thanksgiving is because you were either cooking or traveling all day, and then ate a giant feast while arguing with your racist cousins. That would wear anyone out.

American Immigrant food isn't "fake". Seriously, how fucking racist do you have to be to think this? No, it's not the same as the stuff you get in the original country, because it's an entirely separate cuisine in its own right, born from a hybridization of techniques, ingredients, and flavor palates. Most notably, these traditions typically use a lot more beef than the cuisine they're derived from, and in the case of Chinese food, are typically toned down in terms of spiciness to emphasize the sweet and salty flavors that are more popular among americans.

American wasabi is another story. Wasabi root is very expensive to import here in the us, so to meet demand, importers market a mix of horseradish and green die as a substitute.

MSG isn't "muh evil chemicals". Or at least, it isn't any more so than anything existing. Literally everything is chemicals. Msg actually occurs naturally, forming on the surface of seaweeds that are high in it, most notably Kombu, a type of kelp traditionally used in japanese cuisine to make dashi, sushi, and rice seasonings. The reason you get a headache after eating chinese food is that you ordered the saltiest thin on the menu and then poured soy sauce all over it.

[artdnldsn]

thinking about 2019 art finally becoming too fed up with his diet. all these strange-colored liquids that taste like shit, the protein shakes that make him sick and stay on his tongue no matter how many times he tries brushing his teeth, because it feels like it’s in his dna after years of doing this shit. the sight of his meals makes him want to barf because they all look so bland, so lifeless—the chicken breast so disgustingly white he actually finds himself wanting to cry a few times because he’s thinking of all the poor bastards that had to die to end up on his plate only for them to taste like shit and for him to not even enjoy eating them.

and you just know he’s had to slip up a few times. they’re staying at another hotel, tashi is sleeping by his side peacefully, the room is completely dark, and he’s just lying there on his back, his eyes open wide as he stares into the ceiling, images of all the shit he’s eaten in his life passing behind his mental gaze, like those shitty burgers from the college cafeteria, or the ice cream he would sneak from his childhood home fridge because he liked the thrill of it and he knew it was forbidden to eat so much of it but he just couldn’t help himself, and those delicious cookies his grandma used to bake that tasted like love. and he can almost taste it on his tongue, but it’s not enough. it’s like, in his head, him actually enjoying food is connected to the simpler times, to the happier times, and he misses the food, but at the same time he misses his youth, and his hopes, and his dreams, and most of them have come true—hell, tashi is still by his side, his beautiful daughter is sleeping in her own room, he has a tournament tomorrow morning—but he just knows he won’t be able to fall asleep tonight because he just wants to revert to his younger self for a fleeting second.

so, he crawls out of bed, careful not to wake tashi up, slides a hoodie on, and he feels like a fucking criminal as he calls an uber to the closest subway. he feels like he’s pulling a bank heist or some shit, but he’s not really thinking for himself at this point. and as he sits down into the car, he knows he’s being stupid because there were lily’s snacks back at their hotel room, but he would feel guilty for eating them because what if she woke up craving them and found out they were gone, and she would be sad, and he wouldn’t be able to handle it, and what if then tashi would question him about where they went—no, he can’t risk that. and he’s so far gone in his thoughts and anxieties that he’s sure everyone at the hotel is in on it, too, that everyone will find out if he walks down into the lobby and orders a quesadilla, and they will deny him, like, “sorry, mr. donaldson, this dish is off the menu, and this one, too, and that one, and actually everything is off, here is some water for your worries,” and he already feels embarrassed even though none of it has happened and all of it is in his head.

he would rather tashi thinks he’s off cheating on her or something in the middle of the night than her knowing the truth, that he’s just so desperate for some empty calories, for something so sugared-up it makes his brain feel fuzzy, that he’s driving through the night city’s empty streets, already anticipating absolutely devouring that shit. and when he finally gets there, the fluorescent lighting of the subway hits him like a deer in the headlights, making him feel like he’s being questioned as he makes his way to the counter, feeling the only other person’s gaze on him, sure that he knows him, sure that he judges him. he sees the girl who works there smile at him, and he doesn’t even look her in the eye as he places his order, and it would be enough for lily to last a week or to feed a group of five or something, and he actually ponders eating it all in the parking lot like a stray dog just not to stay under these fucking lights for any second longer—

“would you like cookies or some ice cream with your sandwich?” the worker’s soft voice snaps him out of his whirlwind of shame, and he looks up at her, his lips pressed tightly together, it taking him a few seconds to process the question, and then he nods once, the corners of his lips pulling up slightly to mirror the girl’s polite smile.

“double chocolate chip, please,” he says quietly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he suddenly feels like he is a teenager all over again, doing something he knows is wrong, but it feels better with him feeling like he has an accomplice in the face of her.

when he gets back to the hotel, he’s gonna sleep like a baby through the rest of the night.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Do Cloud and Zack ever argue

Occasionally they bicker like an old married couple:

Zack: Do you wanna grab some food later? I'm craving kwess-a-dill-uhs.

Cloud: You're craving what?

Zack: Kwess-a-dill-uhs! You know, those folded tortilla things with cheese inside.

Cloud: …

Cloud: Quesadilla.

Zack: That's what I said, kwess-a-dill-uh!

Cloud: No, you said kwess-a-dill-uh. It's keh-suh-dee-yah.

Zack: Pfft, same thing. Tomato, toh-mah-toe. You knew what I meant!

Cloud: Zack, there's a whole syllable missing. It's quesadilla.

Zack: Yeah, but where I'm from, it's kwess-a-dill-uh!

Cloud: Where you're from? And where are you from, Zack?

Zack: Me? Gongaga.

Cloud:

Zack: In Gongaga, everyone's too busy to worry about fancy pronunciations. It's all about the taste, Cloud.

Cloud, about to have a breakdown: …..Quesadilla.

Zack: Fine, fine! Agree to disagree. You can call it your way, and I'll stick with kwess-a-dill-uh.

Cloud: Oh my god.

Zack: Changing the topic, did you know that eating raw cookie dough makes you sick? I just found out it gives you Sal Minella.

Cloud: WHO'S SAL?

[fazbears-warehouse]

SPECIAL DELIVERY!

CHRISTMAS EXCHANGE: SUNNYSIDEUP QSMP

for my dear friend @jortstorm

Art Credit

ID PACK

Names: Ajay, Anita, Cloud, Daisy, Jewels, Skye, Theodore, Preston, William, Violet

Pronouns: sun/suns, gem/gems, bright/brights, egg/eggs, ore/ores, shine/shines, diamond/diamonds, sun/light, sun/shine, light/lights, ray/rays, sun/rays, topaz/topaz, sparkle/sparkles

Identities: QUESADiLLA iSLAND RESiDENT / QUESADiLLiAN, Eggparentis, Sunmageueon, superficivior, DRACOViOR, Dragonvesi / vesidragon, solarvert, princessvert, SOFTDAYIC, PRINCESSTROPIC, Floraprincessgender, princesscoric, suncrown, SUNPRETTY,

CARE PACKAGE

ID Packs: Soft and Cutesy ID Pack, ROYAL FAIRY ID PACK, Lab Experiment ID Pack, Rosy Maple Moth NPTs, Sparkledog Inspired ID Pack, SUN & STARS ID PACK, Cozy Minecraft Survival ID Pack, ROMAN SANDERS ID PACK, Multi ID Pack

Labels: egocentric, hoard-maker, Adornable, affectionate, BORN AS DOOMED, Dissolifeseries, Fried Mushroom, pink xenintation, Cottagecore Xenintation, gold xenintation, custard boba tea, loyal bpd, Child of Apollo, Intustraveling, Intupopular, Dissoactor, Dissobartender,

Moodboard:

CAREKIT

Strawberry Roll Bag

Harajuku Frog Print High Top Shoes

Sakura Bonsai Night Light

Funny Animal Shark Hoodie

Square Milk Carton Glass Cup

FOOD/RECIPE BOARD

Ponyo’s Hot Honey Milk

Apple Cookies

Lavender Lemonade

Tanzhong Milk Bread

TTRPG CARD

STIMBOARD

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[a-in-wonderland]

Wieiad in Ana recovery trying to eat intuitively and balanced- 5/12/25

Breakfast:

Yogurt bowl

Morning Snack:

Pastry crisps

Lunch:

Salmon + avocado w/rice, mango, honey almonds, mini Kit Kat, seaweed, caprisun

Stuff at school club meeting:

Choclate chip cookie, rainbow cookies

After school snack:

Sun chips

Dinner:

Chicken quesadilla w/ pizza sauce, banana almond milk

Dessert:

Cool whip w/ hazelnut butter

I shouldn’t have eaten that cool whip bc now I feel too full😔 I feel like I ate a lot of sweets today but that’s ok!

[skautism]

i wouldnt mind food service if it wasnt fucking psychological torture that underpaid me. i LIKE cooking and washing dishes theyre nice repetitive tasks. when i worked at burrito hell i figured out how to recreate a cheesy gordita crunch cuz we got 2 free tacos along with our shift meal (plus unlimited drinks and chips and one cookie per shift. honestly despite all the literal torture about that place i WAS eating real good) and i loved making quesadillas. when i started really hating it there i tried to make fried jalapenos out of the chips and pickled jalapenos because i was so bored. i really loved dish days i literally got to stay in the back and sing musicals. like. if id just been payed better and treated better by both my managers and the customers i wouldve HAPPILY stayed there

[ghostofasecretary]

today: VERY BEAUTIFUL. VERY POWERFUL. DID BASICALLY EVERYTHING I WANTED TO DO AND ALSO SCHEDULED AN INTERVIEW!!

i still have to eat dinner and make lunch for tomorrow and stuff tho

- drain beans

- cook spinch for tomorrow's quesadillas

- cook beans. i am still afraid of onions based on last week so this is gonna be, like. Dubiously Unvegetal. it's fine

- drain spinch *really thoroughly* in bean colander

- make a. serrano lime cilantro condiment of some variety

- fry some torts for beans

- enjoy bean/tortilla/sour cream/cheese/Green Condiment

- make quesadillas as desired

- place the spinach ones for tomorrow on a cooling rack

- make some kind of butter cookie for snacking? 350g flour, 150g brown sugar, ~115g butter, 100g milk, 1tsp baking powder, spices as desired. make like a crumble with dry ingredients and butter; then add sugar; then milk. roll and cut

(recipe reference here)

- preheat oven if doing that bro

- wash dishes as all that happens also

- enjoy cookies

- put on rack, dry, put in tin

- start an audiobook, maybe?

- knit

[annachum]

Octavia's first ever Sinsmas with her new family:

. Look, after all that, Octavia just wants a low key Yuletide with her new family

. Last Sinsmas she had the worst one ever with that stifling party hosted by Andre in Sloth

. That Sinsmas she gets to spend it with her new family

. She, Moxxie, Millie, baby Melody, Barbie Wire, Loona, Blitz and Stolas get to shop at the Pentagram City Sinsmas market, decorate the Sinsmas decorations at the Stolitz castle, have snowball fights at the backyard, watching Sinsmas feel good films, etc

. It was a blast

. They still have their schedules, with the Stolitz wedding planning, reforms and Blitz training Moxxie and Millie to take over IMP after Blitz gets married, and all

. Yet they still make time for each other in that Sinsmas. That's especially needed for Via

. Loona and Via also have Weekend winter game nights with their new friends in their new neighborhoods at that Sinsmas, and they all have such a blast

. In that Sinsmas, the new family didn't attend the Ars Goetia Yuletide Gala. Paimon and Amethyst would love to invite them, but the new family respectfully declined- not out of disrespect, but they would like this Yuletide for themselves. Stolas' parents take it in stride

. That Yuletide, the new IMP family made their own assortment of Sinsmas dishes- Stolas gave his new staff a day off that day for them to enjoy the holidays with their families. Bless. Moxxie made quesadillas, Millie made a hearty bell pepper and beef rib stew from Wrath, Stolas made cookies for everyone as a thank you gift for all who helped him in such a difficult time before, Blitz made lumpia, Barbie Wire made pancit, Loona made some burgers, and Octavia made some kimbap. The stew was served with cornmeal grits btw

. This is a month after the retrial. Andre and Stella are dead, and all of Hell can finally breathe a sigh of relief

. The new IMP family had their first Sinsmas dinner party together, with food, karaoke, Secret Gift giving and such.

. Life really has become better for a lot of people ever since Andre and Stella are gone

[hell0kitteee]

HAIIII i age regress and i have been for about 2 years! ANYHOO!! here are some things about mi!

big age: im 16! almost 17 🫶🏼

little age: around 3-6 🍼

pronouns: she/her 💕

fav cartoon: i really really like MLP! my favorite character is fluttershy! 🍓

fav color: PINK!! >_< 🎀

fav little gear/toys: i love my paci and all my lalaloopsys i also love my sippy and all of my plushies! so cozy 🍭

fav foods and drinks: pasta, quesadillas, dino nuggies, grapes, cookies, and strawb milk!

i have a very very lovely boyfriend too! he gives me lots of smooches! 🍰

DNI: nsfw/sh/ed blogs, meanies, anti-agere, 21+, kink/ageplay/ddlg

[fuckinhabitant]

Got stoned and ate a chicken quesadilla, a tuna sandwich, 5 chicken taquitos, and 8 peanut butter cookies 😋

[yb-cringe]

cannot stress enough that while cucurucho is in trouble, hes not the one who was in charge of quesadilla. the cinematic explained that sr. pato, mr duck, was in charge and we see him walking before that board of directors of the islands.

cucu is still just a pawn. ultimately the board decides (and maybe pato has a hand in this bc of the cookie/gold choice) that mr rabbit will be the next director of the island.

[unhingedoveractivemuse]

Title: FIrst LEGO Sets

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Tags: Married Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Note: Flufftober Prompt #16 Yes, No, Maybe

Note 2: Another one for my SEALs Buck AU but can be read as a stand-alone. All you have to know is that they’re married and are smitten with each other.

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Buck has had to make many choices in his life. Eating spaghetti instead of pizza. Studying for a test versus not studying. Joining the SEALs versus quitting

Nothing is as daunting as this though.

What did they get into?

There are way too many to choose from, he thinks, looking at the wall of options in front of him and his husband.

“Yes?” he says, looking at the box his beloved picked out. “Or does it buy too much into gender stereotypes?”

His partner turns the box around and frowns, nose wrinkling in a way that Buck finds adorable. “Yeah, no,” his husband decides, putting the box back down.

“There's these little sets down here,” he notes, nodding at the little bags in a rack, careful not to disturb their son who's napping in his arms after another therapy session.

“No. He'll have them all mixed up within the day.”

“But variety, babe.”

A thoughtful head tilt. “Maybe.”

Then, his beloved sighs. “I never thought LEGO shopping would be so hard.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, looking at all the colorful boxes again. Their son's therapist had recommended they get some toys to help with Christopher's dexterity and LEGO was one of the better options on the list because it also promotes creativity.

There's just…a lot.

Fortunately, they were able to rule out the DUPLO sets for the youngest of children because both of them think that Christopher’s dexterity is good enough to not warrant buying the larger blocks for him. They also eliminated the sets meant for people 18 and above.

But, unfortunately, that still leaves them with plenty of options.

And this is only what Walmart has to offer!

It's his turn to sigh, running a hand through Christopher's curls to lull the child back to sleep when he feels the tell-tale signs of him waking up.

“We've got this,” the love of his life reassures him.

“Yeah, we've got this.”

Fifteen minutes later, they're at a standstill.

There are several sets in their cart all with their own merits. They've got a Classic box that would encourage creativity but only has little builds, a City set that's a bit more gender-neutral but doesn't seem all too interesting to Buck, a Speed Champions set which is definitely in there because of his husband's interest in it, a Star Wars mini set that seems cool but he worries about it being too detailed for Christopher, a DC set, a Marvel set, and a DUPLO Disney set because their son is a bit of a Disney fiend.

Now what would their final choice be?

“Papa,” Christopher whines from his arms, almost startling him. He had been so engrossed in weighing the pros and cons, price, and their son’s possible capabilities to build a set he completely missed Christopher waking up.

Did he wake the child up by accident? He did, didn’t he?

Goodness, he feels like a terrible parent.

“Hungry,” their son whines, clinging to Buck's shirt.

Okay, maybe he's not such a terrible parent. Experience has told him a hungry Christopher will wake up no matter what.

“Soon, mijo,” his partner consoles the six-year-old, pressing a kiss onto Christopher's temple.

“Cookies?”

Buck grins. He had made a batch of chocolate chip cookies from one of Bobby's recipes, and they were pretty good if he says so himself. Not as good as Bobby's based on the ones his soulmate brought back from the station, but good.

Christopher and his husband might or might not be hooked on them, and the sense of pride he has about it is immeasurable.

His beloved chuckles. “Maybe after lunch. Bisabuela's expecting us, remember? She’s making quesadillas.”

“Taquitos?”

He laughs, sharing the sentiment. Everything Abuela cooks is amazing, but those taquitos?

Heavenly.

“We had them last time,” he reminds their son. “Maybe next time if you ask Abuela nicely.”

Christopher nods, taking the assignment seriously based on the look on his face. “Let's gooo.”

“We really should go,” his partner says, checking his watch. “Or we'll be running late.”

“Alright,” he concurs, and then the idea pops into his mind. “How about you pick, then, superman? Which one would you like?”

He waves at their cart and watches as Christopher's curious gaze scrutinizes each one.

“One?”

“Yeah, just one.”

Their son nods, and Buck thanks whatever higher power is out there that Christopher is not one to beg for more toys. His soulmate must think the same too based on the pleased, fond look he's sending their son.

“That one.”

Buck blinks, wondering where the six-year-old is pointing when he spots it.

The lone Jurassic World set.

“You sure?” he asks. They had considered the set, of course, but there didn't seem like a lot to do with it. It was only a truck, a raptor, and two figures.

Christopher nods, though, and who is he to deny his son?

Well, the one who should be denying any unreasonable request coming from a six-year-old, but his point still stands in this case.

And it's not like his husband is denying it either considering how he plucks the box from the shelf to hand to their son and starts to put all the other ones back.

“Cariño?”

“Hm?”

“You wouldn't be upset if I ruined your budget right?”

He looks up from watching Christopher stare at the box in his hands with fascination and eagerness to see his partner holding up the set with the car.

Buck snorts. He should have seen that coming from a mile away. His beloved isn't obsessed with cars, but the ones he likes, he likes.

“No,” he says trying for unamused, but the smile on his soulmate's face tells him he failed.

“Yes.”

“Maybe. For a price.”

The love of his life walks up to them, pressing up against Buck before kissing him softly on the lips.

“Good enough?” his husband asks, a teasing smile on his face.

“Absolutely.”