#tonkatsu curry rice

[buffetlicious]

Went to Maruhachi Donburi & Curry a couple of bus stop away for dinner. Placed the order and received the buzzer from the stall. Ten minutes later, the buzzer is vibrating and I went to pick up my Pork Katsu Sets (S$11.80 each). Each set meal is served with shredded cabbages, white rice and miso soup with mustard and tonkatsu sauces.

The Pork Katsu is beautifully deep-fried in golden brown panko crumbs. The pork is thick enough to remain moist and the crust is so crispy. Dip it into the tangy sweet tonkatsu sauce and eat it with the plain rice or salad drizzled with sesame sauce.

PS - Sad to see the stall closed less than a year after opening. Not sure if it is because of the lack of customers for this area or the high rental overhead.

[everythingwithwasabi]

Vegan Katsu Curry

[smackdownhotel]

Tonight’s Special

Japanese 🇯🇵 tonkatsu curry 🍛

[intomybubble]

I kinda dislike how that one omurice went viral and is basically what foreigners (such as myself) picture omurice to be - something fancy and difficult to make while the traditional omurice is just an omelette over ketchup fried rice that’s just a comfort meal, especially for kids

[secondhandbagofholding]

Japanese Curry and Tonkatsu

[nova-amor]

𓈒∘☁︎ ◜ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ◞

𝐜𝐰 — 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 [𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬], 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐫𝐲-𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 𝟑.𝟖𝐤

the white noise of the television buzzed in the background, your knees tucked up to your chest as you rested your head on the armrest of the couch, a thick sherpa blanket draped over you while you aimlessly scrolled through your instagram timeline. time seemed to creep by slowly, the minutes achingly passing by. another friday night wasted, gone, yet you couldn’t quite bring yourself to complain.

you hadn’t made plans to go out earlier in the week like you had wanted and, in the end, hadn’t spent the evening alone. after receiving a last-minute text message from your next-door neighbor to watch his kids, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to at least do something productive for the evening.

the evening had consisted of playing board games and baking white chocolate pumpkin cookies with the two kids, before tucking them into bed at their designated bedtime. you loved the two kids, showering them with the motherly warmth and attention they lacked while in the care of their adoptive father. they were well taken care of, of course, made obvious by the numerous clothes, toys, and sugary snacks stocked in the fridge and pantry.

but, even with all the love and care in the world from their father, you couldn’t miss the look of disappointment in their eyes whenever you left after babysitting them. it always made your heart ache, guilt sinking in as they begged, and pleaded for you to stay with them because they loved your company. and, you knew it bothered their father, the way his kids constantly asked for you to come over to play with them or how they would praise your food whenever you stopped by with dinner containers filled with baked tonkatsu and curry rice because cup ramen and mcdonalds were no substitute for a homemade meal.

you were sure he didn’t like you, he had made it obvious in the way that his jaw always seemed to tense and his eyes would harden whenever you stepped foot into his apartment. rarely ever engaging in conversation with you unless it was to ask you to watch his children or get advice on what to get little tsumiki because she was a growing girl and he didn’t know what girls her age needed.

you truly didn’t mind the strained relationship between yourself and your neighbor, as long as you knew that the two children living across from your apartment were being properly taken care of — that’s all you really needed.

“hey,” the front door creaked open, the metallic jingle of keys filling the air as gojo’s arrival was made present. you sat up properly, adjusting your position appropriately as the blanket remained draped over your lap. you hadn’t been doing anything inappropriate yet you didn’t want to seem like you were sleeping on duty.

“hey,” you greeted, your gaze fixated on his moving form. gojo retreated into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets, the clinking of glass loud and irritating in comparison to the once silent apartment.

there was a routine you and gojo followed whenever you babysat his children and he got home late. you two would greet each other, and he would then pour himself a glass of aged japanese whiskey on the rocks, followed by a quick recollection of that night’s activities before you went home.

“sorry, i know i was supposed to be home an hour ago, i meant to text you but i kept getting held up at work,” gojo sat down next to you, slender legs spread far and wide as he relaxed into the comfy cushions of the couch. he rested his head back, tilting his head to the side to properly look at you, his hand still clutching the half-filled whiskey glass.

“it’s fine, i put megumi and tsumiki down an hour and a half ago anyway,” you replied, resting your head back as well. gojo and you were so close, your knees barely brushing against his thigh. his ocean blue eyes shimmered under the faint warm glow of the kitchen’s overhead light pouring into the living room, the need to sleep etched into his face and tensed muscles.

you weren’t sure what he did for a living, most likely something important and high-paying given the late hours he worked throughout the week and how he was able to afford comfortably raising two kids at only twenty-two.

“how were they tonight?” he asked, taking another thin sip of his drink. his pink lips glistened with droplets of the liquor, the tip of his tongue running across his top lip to lick at the remnants. “guessing by the deep dish container filled with cookies on the counter, you guys had a good night?”

you nodded your head. “yeah, actually, we did,” you answered, watching with attentive eyes as gojo relaxed further into the couch. his eyes flickered closed, snow white lashes casting a soft shadow over his cheeks. “played a ton of board games— megumi is a tyrant in monopoly, no nine-year-old should have so much control over real estate.”

gojo chuckled, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he looked angelic— a heavenly aura radiating around him. your fingers itched by your side, fighting the urge to brush away the strands that fell across his forehead. instead, you curled your fingers around the edges of the blanket and tugged it higher up your lap.

“sorry, i don’t know why i’m so tired,” gojo murmured, his eyes barely peeking open to look up at you. you could almost feel yourself growing hot under his gaze.

“it’s okay,” you breathed out. “i can just go ahead and leave, the spare key still under the plant? i can use that to lock up so you don’t have to move.”

before you could even motion to get up, gojo reached out to grasp your hand, thin fingers curling around your own. his fingers were colder than you had expected, a shiver running down your spine at the foreign contact. you remained still by his side, completely caught off guard. gojo and you rarely ever made physical contact, only doing so while exchanging items or when crossing close paths.

“stay,” he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper. “i want you to stay… at least for a little while longer.”

you nodded, sinking back comfortably next to gojo. his thumb rubbed at the top of your hand, drawing loose circles around your fist. your eyes raked over him— skimming over his form-fitting button-up blouse, the top three buttons were already undone and collar slightly disheveled, his black dress pants slim and clinging to his muscular thighs. his white hair was tousled, as messy as he usually kept it but the style suited him regardless.

gojo was in fact a good-looking man; something you didn’t want to outwordly express to him yet something you couldn’t quite deny to yourself either.

“hey,” his husky voice pulled you away from your thoughts, your eyes meeting his now open ones. there was something different in gojo’s eyes, his pupils a bit wider as he peered up at you. “do you like me?”

you hadn’t expected such a question. you never thought twice about your relationship with the man— it was cordial, respectful, approach. you two obviously trusted each other enough to be active participants in one another’s lives, he allowed you complete access to his apartment while he was away and he trusted you enough to watch his children.

“of course i like you, gojo,” you finally answered after a pregnant pause, brows furrowed in confusion. “you’re the father to my two favorite kids, i have no choice but to like you. what kind of question is that?”

gojo’s jaw clenched and then loosened, “a question i needed to ask. just because you watch ‘gumi and tsu doesn’t mean you like me.”

“gojo,” you rolled your eyes, leaning in closer to the man. you were so close, the warmth of his breath fanning across your cheeks with how short of distance there was between the two of you. “i like you, you don’t have to worry about that.”

gojo’s gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, your breath catching in your throat as he moved his hand away from yours and up to your cheek. he cupped the side of your face, the palm of his hand icy cold. you fought the urge to pull away from his cool touch, instead finding yourself leaning further into it.

“cross your heart,” he whispered, stroking the peak of your cheekbone with his thumb. his breath smelled of whiskey— spiced notes of oak, caramel, vanilla, and the familiar sting of alcohol overwhelming your senses. “because i like you a lot and want you to promise that you aren’t lying. i know i’ve been awful to you in the past and ”

you breathed out his name, the two-syllable surname rolling off your tongue like butter. the close proximity was intoxicating, his blue sapphire eyes reeling you in closer. you couldn’t move, frozen in place, your heart beating radically in your chest.

following his request, you drew a slow x-shape over your left breast, mumbling a “cross my heart” in a breathy tone. gojo’s adam’s apple bobbed as he watched you do so, swallowing a thick load of saliva. you had been honest and promised him, swearing over your heart that your feelings were true.

in that moment, gojo couldn’t help but be reminded of the last time he had been this close to someone. it had been years since he had last opened his heart up to someone, the fear of being left alone with a broken heart constantly plaguing his thoughts.

the pain had hurt him too much and had made him more anxious and emotionally closed off than expected. but, you had made a promise. and, that was good enough for him to start thinking with his heart once again.

“can i kiss you?” he questioned, his plump lips nearly brushing against yours. he sounded almost desperate, his voice husky and deep, dripping with need. and, you weren’t really one to say no to someone.

the kiss nearly stole your soul straight from your being, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips meddle with his. gojo’s lips were as soft as a pillow, his hand finding its place on the back of your head to press your face further against his.

he tasted of vanilla and oak, his tongue laced around yours, coaxing a guttural moan out from you. your senses dulled, truly encompassed by gojo’s touch and taste. you shifted your position, creeping your body closer to his.

your fingers laced themselves in his hair, nails dragging across his scalp as the kiss grew hotter. it was messy, sloppy— saliva seeping out from the corners of your mouth as gojo’s tongue explored every inch of space within your mouth. as your lungs strained for your air, you couldn’t bring yourself to move away from him. if this was how you died, so be it.

“hey,” gojo pulled away from you, lips swollen and red. you whimpered at the lack of contact, your hands trailing down from the crown of his head to rest on his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt wrinkled within your tight grip. “need you t’ breathe f’r me, sweetheart, don’t want you gettin’ light-headed from just kissing.”

“sorry,” you apologized with no real reason to. your breaths were heavy and labored, your grip on gojo’s blouse loosening. “sorry, just haven’t been kissed like that in a while.”

gojo smirked, “‘s okay, sweetheart, i haven’t either.”

“i find that hard to believe,” you retorted, finally catching your breath. you hadn’t had a proper kiss in months, let alone an actual date. “i’m sure girls throw themselves at you all the time.”

“they do,” gojo replied, his hand trailing down to cup the nape of your neck. his fingers danced across the skin, motioning for you to lean back in for another kiss. “but, i’ve had my eyes on someone for a while.”

the kiss was just as intoxicating as the last— gojo pulling you onto his lap, his drink knocking over and left to be abandoned on the tan carpet below. his hands rummaged beneath the loose fabric of your shirt, inching further up your back until he was fiddling with the clips of your bra.

“is this okay? is it okay if i take this off?” gojo rambled between kisses— his cool persona slipping away. you rolled your hips atop of his, the fabric of his dress pants grinding against your own, his erection stiff and hard against the restraint of his pants. “i just want to make sure you’re comfortable, and—”

“fuck, gojo,” you pulled away for the kiss, cutting his sentence off. you snaked your arms out from the holes of your shirt, peeling it off and over your head so fast it might as well have been burning your skin. your bra flew off next, your breasts spilling out and sides aching a bit from how long you had been wearing it. “just shut up and touch me. wanna feel you touch me.”

gojo sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fixated on the view in front of him. his hands trailed your sides upwards, long fingers cupping the underside of your breast. he rolled his thumbs over your perky nipples, chewing on his bottom lip as he kneaded your breasts.

“fuck,” he muttered more to himself than to you. your hips began to roll again on top of his, grinding your core against his rock-hard erection. you were concentrated on making you both feel good, the crotch of your panties deliciously rubbing your clit as it clung to your folds through the aid of your sticky arousal. “god, you’re so beautiful… best lookin’ tits i’ve ever seen, so pretty and soft.”

gojo leaned forward to litter kisses across your chest, his head tilting down to lap at one of your nipples while he tweaked with your other sensitive breast. he swirled his tongue around your areola— sucking, tugging, and nipping until it was puffy and sore, his saliva staining your skin. he moved on to the next, following the same routine as he had done with the previous one.

your back arched into a crescent, hips stuttering as you struggled to maintain a steady rhythm from all his attention to your breasts. your head felt light and empty, your movements uncoordinated and lazy from how good he made you feel.

“such a pretty girl, don’t know why i didn’t do this sooner,” gojo muttered between kisses as he delivered attention to your craned neck. he peppered kisses along your neck, canines lightly nipping at the arch of your throat. “keep movin’ em hips f’ me, sweetheart. feels too fuckin’ good to stop now, right?”

you nodded your head, trying to find the strength to keep going instead of succumbing to the pleasure. gojo took note of this, wrapping his arms back around your waist and twisting your body so that you lay sprawled out on the couch.

“g’na take care of you, sweetheart,” he whispered after pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. he began his descent down your body, pulling your pants down until you were left in just your panties and socks. “open up a little more for me and relax, okay? you’re a bit tense— just loosen up and lemme make you feel good.”

gojo pressed hot, sloppy kisses along your inner thighs as you relaxed your muscles beneath him. the rustle of the cushions beneath your combined weight was loud in the quiet living room, the white noise of the tv finally having turned off after an hour of neglect.

his tongue licked at the lacy edges of your panties, tracing the curve of the skin beneath with the tip of his tongue. your hips bucked against his face, cunt soaked and aching for any semblance of release. gojo peered up with half-lidded eyes, his smirk hidden by the angle yet you could see it reflected in his eyes.

“gojo, please,” you begged, your hips bucking up once again but gojo was too quick to move his head away. he tsked, shaking his head, floppy hair bouncing around.

“patience, sweetheart, i’m gonna take care of you, promise,” gojo chastised, pressing another kiss to your thigh. one of his hands crawled up the length of your body, poking at your lips, prodding you with the proposition for you suck on them. “just let me have my fun, okay? suck on my fingers t’ keep that mouth busy— don’t want the kids t’ wake up to your mewling.”

your lips wrapped around gojo’s fingers, tongue swirling around the digits while he busied himself with teasing your entrance through your panties. his tongue rubbed at the clothed slit of your cunt, saliva staining your panties along with your musky arousal.

the flat of his tongue lapped at your cunt; the pressure and weight just enough to make your head dizzy once again. even through the cloth, you could feel everything— your body chasing after the bare amount of stimulation gojo was giving you.

your moans were silenced with gojo’s fingers in your mouth, his index and middle fingers curling into the floor of your mouth, hooking onto the back of your teeth. he then sucked on your clit through your panties, sucking off all the arousal and saliva from the fabric until it was crinkled and damp.

“gojooo,” you whined as he pulled away. he sat up on his knees, leaning back to rest on the balls of his feet. the metal clinking of his belt being undone caught your attention, his pants moving down to the middle of his thighs.

“touch yourself for me,” gojo ordered, his eyes locked onto yours. his gaze was fiery and heavy, one of his hands palming at his erection hidden beneath his briefs. “wanna see how you touch yourself, wanna know how t’ please you— want ya t’ teach me.”

your head bobbed up and down quickly as you nodded, your cunt forming a mind of its own and eager to finally be actually touched. you peeled your panties to the side, strings of your arousal connected to the cloth as you bunched it up to the side.

gojo’s eyes narrowed as one of your fingers dipped between your thighs, arousal collecting around the tip of your finger as you dragged it up and down your slit. one of your legs moved to drape over the top cushions of the couch while your other foot was placed on the floor, your thighs spread as wide as possible. his jaw locked and tightened when you rubbed slow circles around your clit, your pussy lips spread open and wide for him to get an all-access view.

he tugged the elastic of his underwear down, a trimmed white trail of hair leading down to his throbbing cock. it was porcelain white and slender, curving slightly upwards with an oozing trail of semi-translucent pre-cum dripping down the underside. he gritted his teeth, his thumb rolling across the pale rose-pink head, smearing pre-cum along his length as he stroked his shaft, eagar to match your pace.

you two stayed like that for what felt like an eternity— the tension heavy between you as you watched one another with hungry eyes. your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as your fingers dipped into your entrance, barely able to reach the spot so high up along your squishy walls.

“no, sweetheart, keep ‘em eyes open,” gojo spoke through his teeth, his pace growing faster in a match with yours. you opened your eyes to see gojo with his blouse caught between his teeth, fiery eyes trained on your face. droplets of pre-cum fell and stained the couch cushions, a problem neither of you cared to deal with at this moment. “want t’ see you cum. be a good girl and cum f’me, okay? please.”

something about the way he asked you, the desperation heavy in his voice, made your pussy tingle and cunt clench harder around your fingers. you rubbed the heel of your palm against your clit, plunging your fingers in and out of your cunt faster and shallower. your moans were hushed, falling quieter and quieter as you grew closer to your release.

you could tell gojo was close as well, his abs tightening and pale cheeks and nose flushed a cherry pink. beads of sweat had formed along his forehead, his fringe sticking to his skin.

“gojo, i’m close— s’ close, wanna cum with ya,” you mewled, finally giving up on fingering yourself. you stimulated your clit, pressing hard against the throbbing bundle of nerves and rubbing your fingers around in tight circles.

“i think i’m gonna cum too,” he panted, scooting closer to further occupy the space between your legs. he matched your speed, his hips bucking into his fist as he stroked himself faster. the sloppy squelching of fucking his hand while you rubbed one out filling the air. “where d’ ya want me t’ cum, sweetheart? need t’ know now— g’na cum, g’na cum— holy fuck—”

your tongue lolled out, eyes crossing as the pressure at the pit of your stomach grew stronger. you were barely able to direct him until it was too late, hot white ropes of his load spilling atop your pelvis. a deep growl was elicited from gojo’s throat as he continued to fuck his fist through his orgasm, his hips stuttering as his movements grew sloppier.

with a series of “please, please, please”s, you were quick to cum after him, a buzz settling across your eyes as your release gushed out from you. the walls of your cunt clenched around empty space, your wrist cramping up as you continued to rub in one particular direction that made your toes curl and breath hitch.

you rubbed your clit until it was too painful to do so anymore— your body going slack as you pulled your hand away. gojo grabbed at your wrist, bringing your pruned fingers up to his lips to clean your arousal off your fingers. your eyes were trained on his mouth, intensely watching as his tongue rolled around and between your fingers, the wet slurp of his greedy mouth stirring the pot of lust still boiling in your stomach.

“maybe we should move over to your bedroom,” you suggested in a hushed tone, the vibration of gojo’s hum against your fingers making your clit throb with need once again. gojo allowed you to retract your fingers from his mouth.

“or, maybe i just fuck you right here,” one of gojo’s hands found the back of your thigh, bringing your foot off the ground and pressing your leg close to your chest. he leaned over you, the tip of his still-hardened cock poking at your puffy folds. “don’t wanna risk ruining the fun and wake up the kids, right?”

[killxz]

Serenity 🏞️

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

in which you and your partner love each other on a cliff in the rain

a/n: pls send prompts I'm struggling with writers block 🙏 as always, if you enjoyed leave a like or comment!

The scenery was beautiful. You were standing on the edge of a rugged cliff, the cool breeze gently weaving through your hair as you gaze out at the breathtaking scene before you. Below, the vast expanse of the ocean stretches out endlessly, its surface shimmering like liquid glass in the soft, golden light of the early evening.The sky above is painted with hues of orange, pink, and purple, as the sun begins its slow descent towards the horizon.

Wispy clouds catch the warm, fading sunlight, creating a stunning tapestry of colors that blend seamlessly with the tranquil waters below. As you stand there, the soothing sound of waves crashing against the rocks far below reaches your ears, creating a symphony of nature's melodies. Seagulls glide gracefully through the air, their silhouettes adding to the ethereal beauty of the moment. The air was chilly, the autumn days slowing creeping to winter.

The view from the cliff at early evening is a serene and awe-inspiring sight, a perfect harmony of nature's elements coming together. You turned to face Jason and went to sit down in the soft grass.

"Wait, hold on." Jason stopped you from sitting down. He whipped out a picnic blanket and set it on the floor, making sure that it was perfectly straight. "There, go ahead," he gestured for you to sit down. Your heart absolutely melted.

"Aww, thanks baby." You have him a smooch on his cheek and plopped down on the blanket. You carefully set the picnic basket on the blanket before patting the spot beside you. "Come on, sit down." Jason moved beside you and sat on the blanket, hooking an arm around your waist and tugging you closer to him. The warmth radiating from him keeps you warm in the cool breeze. You press your face into the collar of his hoodie, inhaling his familiar scent of gunpowder and leather. Jason's hand curls tighter around your waist, pressing you into him so he could press a kiss on your jaw.

"You hungry?" He asks. You nod and pull the basket closer to the both of you by the handle, opening it and taking out two lunchboxes Alfred had so kindly prepared for you and Jason. Thankfully, they were still warm from the food, the fuzzy warmth of it sending prickles down your arm. You hand the red and black one to Jason, passing him a fork and spoon at the same time. You took the other lunchbox, getting a set of cultery for yourself.

"Thanks," Jason mumbles. You smile and him and you both open your lunchbox at the same time. In the lunchbox, a generous portion of steaming white rice formed the base of the dish. Atop the rice sits the star of the show: a golden-brown, perfectly fried pork cutlet. The tonkatsu looked crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a mouthwatering golden hue. Alfred's glossy, savory curry is generously ladled over the tonkatsu, and it cascades down the sides, pooling around the rice.

You bring the Katsudon closer to your nose, the enticing aroma of the dish envelops your senses. The curry sauce emits a fragrant blend of spices, including notes of cumin, coriander, and turmeric, which fill the air with warmth and depth. The fried pork cutlet adds its own inviting scent of savory goodness, with hints of toasted breadcrumbs and the rich aroma of well-cooked meat.

"It smells good," Jason says, nodding his head in approval. You stab your fork on a piece of katsu, and stuffed it into your mouth. "It tastes good." You say with your mouth full. Jason chuckles and lifts a finger to brush against the corner of your mouth, swiping away a smidge of curry. He then sticks that finger into his mouth, sucking on it. "It is delicious." He smirks. Your face was flushed, cheeks reddening at Jason's action.

"E-eat your food, you doofus!" You yell, smacking his arm. Jason chuckles and begins eating his food. With flushed cheeks, you return to your food, comfortable silence settling down between you and him, only broken by the sounds of chewing and the cultery clacking against each other.

After finishing the meal, you and Jason set the empty lunchboxes aside. You leaned against Jason, savoring the afterglow of your delicious dinner. The sound of the rain falling gently on the picnic blanket provides a soothing backdrop, complementing the beautiful view of the ocean beneath, which seems even more magical in the moonlight. Jason, with a contented smile, turns to you, his blue eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "You know," he begins, his voice soft as a whisper, "this view is stunning, but it pales in comparison to the beauty of you." Your heart flutters at his cheesy words, and you can't help but return his smile. "You're always so cheesy," you reply, your voice filled with the same tenderness.

He chuckles softly. "Only because it's so much fun to see you like this." He leans in closer, his nose gently nuzzling against yours, and his lips meet yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

The sky above you, a canvas of muted pastels, transitioned from shades of soft blue to dusky lavender as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air carried a subtle chill, a gentle reminder that night was approaching. The world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of what was to come. As Jason kissed you, you could sense a change in the atmosphere. The usual hustle and bustle of the day had quieted, replaced by a serene stillness. Trees, their leaves rustling softly, seemed to whisper secrets to one another, as if sharing the news of the impending rain. The first sign of the approaching drizzle was the faint scent of petrichor, that earthy aroma that arises when rain is on the way. It teased your senses, evoking memories of rainy days and childhood adventures.

The sky, once serene, now displayed subtle hints of transformation. Wispy clouds gathered overhead, their edges tinged with a delicate shade of gray. The colors of the world became more vivid as if nature itself was intensifying its beauty before the rain arrived. In the distance, you could hear the distant rumble of thunder.

The soft pitter patter of rain filled your ears as the raindrops hit the ground. Rain slips between you and Jason's face, sliding into where your lips met, creating a salty taste that lingered in your mouth. Jason pulled away, looking up towards the sky as a soft drizzle fell onto the both of you. Jason closed his eyes, his head tilted upwards as the rain slid down his face.

He opened his eyes and he looked towards you and grinned. Your heart can't help but flutter at the sight of him, his black hair with that streak of white sticking to his forehead, slick with rain. You can feel your own hair getting wet in the soft drizzle, your clothes sticking to your back. How can Jason look so effortlessly stunning? Jason gave you a look and pulled you towards him, giving you another deep kiss. Your hand reached up to grasp at his wet hoodie for support, the other hand on his thighs as he kissed you deeply, his hand supporting the back of your head, pulling you closer to him.

The kiss tasted of the earlier katsudon and the salty tang of rain. It was...wonderful. Jason slowly pushed you down until your back hit the wet picnic blanket. He straddled your hips, his knees on either side of your waist, his hands planted firmly on the space beside each side of your head as he hovered over you, smirking slightly. You tug his hoodie down to kiss him, not caring that the rain was getting heavier by the second.

"Ow!" You yelped as a raindrop hit your eye. Jason chuckles and kissed the corner of your eye. "We should get home," he says as he got off you. "Don't want you to be sick." He extended a hand and lifted you off the ground. You and Jason quickly packed up everything and ran to the car, slamming the door shut when both of you got in and laughed.

Let's just say that the both of you caught a cold and were cuddled up in bed the next day. Not that you mind it though.

[count-alucard-tepes]

OPs get a call on the Den Den from SO.

"Hey babe! I'm in town and thought I'd get something to eat. You want me to bring you something?"

Kizaru ✨: “…I’ll have whatever you’re having, love”

Akainu🌋: “…something spicy like curry”

Ryokugyu 🌱: “you know I haven’t eaten in years, love…just get your ass back home so we can cuddle”

Fujitora 🐅: “I’m already having soba right now…get whatever you like though”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: “…could you get some cookies for tea time? We’re all out”

Doflamingo Donquixote🦩: “…can I have you with a side of no clothes? Just kidding, I want chicken nuggets”

Benn Beckman 🔫: “…coffee and a bagel”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: “…the biggest chocolate donut you can find”

Killer🔪: “…something with pasta”

Kaido🐉: “…anything with meat is fine with me”

King 👑 : “nothing, love…I already made dinner…come home soon”

Queen👑: “…red bean buns!”

Izou🔫🔫: “…just some bubble milk tea, love”

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: “…a Cuban sandwich”

Oven Charlotte 🍞: “I’m not hungry, love…I ate like 15 croissants already”

Buggy🤡: “…a slice of strawberry shortcake”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: “…pineapple with chili powder”

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: “…get me a burger and fries…and a chocolate milkshake”

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: “buffalo wings, please and thank you!”

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: “…crab legs…lots of them”

Gecko Moria🦇: “…just get me a bottle of wine, love”

Iceburg💜: “tonkatsu and curry with rice

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: “…wait, just ask the chefs to cook for you! I don’t want peasant food!”

Rob Lucci🐆: “…tacos with chicken”

[littlefaefeather]

Black Butler manga foods/drinks

I'm sure I missed some things, but it was all things that weren't really named or specified, or I couldn't tell with certainty what they were. @sebastian-ciel-mutual-bullying this is for you! feel free to take and use as you need o7 Book 1 breakfast: poached salmon and mint salad with toast, scones, and pain de campagne on the sides, ceylon tea horribly salty lemonade dinner: Japanese green tea, gyuutatakidon, Italian red wine, apricot and green tea mille-feuille dessert: orchard fruit cake with pears, plums, and blackberries dessert: deep-dish apple raisin pie milk

Book 2 assam tea afternoon tea: keemun and summer pudding of currants and other berries lunch: stuffed cabbage and minted potato salad chocolate earl grey afternoon tea: cornmeal cake of pears and blackberries salty rosehip herbal tea

Book 3 hot milk with honey or brandy peeled apple assam tea with milk oranges with shalimar tea steak and kidney pie and salmon sandwiches messy birthday cake and donburi strawberry-decorated birthday cake

Book 4 fish chai with ginger breakfast: shrimp curry and French toast with ginger mackerel with gooseberry sauce and cottage pie

Book 5 British-style Bengali chicken curry chicken curry afternoon snack: gateau au chocolat beef curry blue lobster with seven curries curry bun assam tea white darjeeling tea champagne sushi

Book 6 Christmas pudding cookies shaped like bones fish and chips, meat pies, bread

Book 7 rice porridge dinner: milk risotto with a three-mushroom medley, a pot-au-feu of pork and wine, and a warm apple compote with yogurt sauce

Book 8 oranges afternoon tea: chocolate macarons with fruits and three-berry shortcake

Book 9 custard cream puffs red wine white wine brunch: herring pie and spinach quiche dinner: curry, and chopped vegetables for an appetizer

Book 10 dinner: soybean hamburg steaks

Book 11 elevenses: darjeeling tea and petits fours tonkatsu, shougayaki, tonjiru, tonshabu, yakiton

Book 12 cake with strawberries on top

Book 13 spiny lobster saute, roast turkey, sticky toffee pudding, fairy cakes (cupcakes) warm milk with honey

Book 14 watered-down darjeeling tea darjeeling tea dinner: roast duck and gateau chocolat

Book 15 golden syrup sponge pudding tea cakes lemon myrtle souffle glace with milk tea

Book 16 lunch: beef mince pie

Book 17 dessert: strawberries, cream, and meringue (Eton mess) with a side of iced summer pudding

Book 18 chicken pie coffee and walnut cake

Book 19 ravioli (maultaschen) and wurst soup, stewed pork with herbs and spices (eisbein), and rote grutze (sour berries boiled and chilled to jelly, served with cream) evening snack: caramel macarons, coffee cream eclairs, dark chocolate florentines. black tea ceylon tea

Book 22 earl grey tea with orange almond cake and berry tarts

Book 23 smoked salmon sandesh (milk sweets)

Book 24 soft licorice candy apples

Book 25 berry-filled pudding fish and chips and steak and ale pie gulab jamun (fried balls of dough drenched in syrup)

Book 29 kidney pie, fish and chips, and ale wild-hare pie tapioca steak

Book 30 nilgiri tea breakfast: pea soup, meatballs, croissants, boiled egg, orange jelly chicken and steamed vegetable salad, oxtail stew, pain de campagne with butter oolong tea

Book 31 candy cigarettes

[heyitsdoe]

Hi! :3

If you haven't done anything like this, can I please get a small scenario (or headcanons if it fits better) for Killer cooking with his s/o who's really bad in the kitchen and often messes up things, please?

Hehehe I was cackling as I envisioned what I had in mind for this scenario, thank you for requesting it! Killer is one of my faves and I am happy to have the opportunity to write more for him. ^_^

Your oven-mitt-clad hands gently pull the pan from the oven, lifting it to the counter with a gentle thud. Both you and your blonde companion lean over to peer into it, noting the, er...blackened color.

An unpleasant stench of burnt ingredients immediately assaults your nose, causing it to curl up into a grimace. You'd looked away for 5 minutes, but it had been enough to completely ruin the side dish to that evening's dinner. And, after an extended glance at the remains, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility that you'd also rendered the pan unusable.

"Well, it's..." Killer starts, his tone lacking confidence, "...a good try, at least."

Disappointment overwhelms you. Your shoulders sag with a dejected sigh, and Killer turns to you, laying a comforting hand upon them.

"Hey, don't be so down, Y/N." He offers softly, but you're already shaking your head, turning away. "We can try again."

"I don't know why you keep asking me to help with dinner, Killer. This is the 3rd time I've ruined something. At this rate, you won't have anything left to cook with, and I just feel like trying to learn is pointless." Your feet carry you as if to leave the Victoria Punk's little kitchen, Killer's domain, but he is quick to step in your path to stop you.

"That's no way to look at it. Your tonkatsu yesterday wasn't bad at all!" He reminded, offering you a smile of encouragement. "And before that, the curry was only missing one ingredient, but I thought it tasted just fine."

Your arms cross over one another, a stale glance wavered at him. "I completely burned the rice to a crisp for the omurice. It was like chewing on rocks."

"So what?"

"I'm terrible! I'm just not cut out for cooking." You exclaim in despair, but Killer refuses to acknowledge such a claim. His head is already shaking before you finished.

"Everyone makes mistakes while they're learning. That's the point of learning. Hell, I made tons of them." He pointed out with conviction. "Y/N, I've ruined more meals than you can begin to count. Ask Kid, he'd love to tell you about all of my failed attempts at baking when we were younger. Or how I nearly burned down the ship not long after we started sailing. I wasn't automatically a good cook. I had to work at it, and make all those mistakes along the way to figure out how to do it right."

Having only ever known Killer as an excellent cook, a part of you found it difficult to believe he'd been a stumbling novice at any point in his life. Some of the most delicious meals you'd ever eaten had come from the culinary skill of the blonde man at your side.

Still, you'd never known him to lie to you, even to make you feel better. In your silence, he lays an encouraging hand on your shoulder, giving it a little shake for good measure. "And don't worry about all the pans. I needed new ones anyway, and now Kid doesn't have an excuse not to buy new kitchenware. So, this is actually a win-win situation."

"If you're sure..." You begin to reluctantly come around to his reasoning. The first mate had a knack for always picking up your spirits when you were down, without so much as an effort. You watch his helmet tilt happily.

"I am."

"Well, now what?" You ask, pointing to the ruined remains of what you'd been making. Your hunch had been right. The pan was definitely beyond salvage. Killer takes a hold of the corner, his fingers protected by the oven mitt, and sets it into the sink to cool off.

"Now, we try again. I know you'll get this next one right. Let me find my other set of pans..."

[angelmush]

it's been a while because our oven was out of commission (mice in it) and i was sick w some catastrophic mystery illness and then i was back home in colorado for a few days for the holidays but i'm back now so here's another little post about meals i'm wanting to make soon!!

i want to oven roast wedges of cabbage and mushrooms and maybe some chicken w lots of spices and olives and garlic and oil and maybe char some lemons until all is golden and crispy and then whip up some fresh creamy feta (i splurged on it lol it's a treat) w lemon and yogurt to lay down as a base for the roasted stuff and top w olive oil and dill and fresh lemon and maybe some kind of tahini drizzle if i'm feeling ambitious. this idea has had me daydreaming for dayssss

i have japanese curry cubes that have been waiting for their moment resting in my pantry, an abundance of potatoes (15 lbs LOL), fragrant jasmine rice, some wild carrot, and some very pretty marble-y slabs of pork i could make tonkatsu with, a meal that reminds me of my friends in colorado who made this once for us to eat for a DND session :'')

my gf has been asking me to make alpermagronen, a swiss childhood staple of mine, since we ate it on the side of a mountain when we went back to switzerland to visit my childhood friends. it's a hearty alpine meal that's sort of mac and cheese-y with tubes of pasta and soft cubes of potato in a luscious creamy gruyere sauce topped with thick batons of bacon, a heap of caramelized onions and homemade applesauce. very swiss, very comforting, very filling and something that makes me deeply nostalgic

and a surprise to no one, another chicken soup!!! it's one of my fave foods but i want to do a different kind with a dash of cream and some kale and lots of lemon this time as opposed to the traditional carrot and celery one i've been making every few weeks. i have homemade chicken stock still in the freezer and a butchered chicken as well, all ready to go

i want to bake the nyt gingerbread blondies !! they sound up my ally :)

[spaceyflowerswriting]

💬 "Jonggun, what do you want for dinner? Curry rice, Tonkatsu, Donburi, Omurice or Sukiyaki? Also I will make extra since I felt Goo is gonna come crashing as he goes. And no you can not kick him out when he gets here that's quite rude.

Well... you can kick him out after both of you finished eating.

Be careful on your way, from your truely house wifey y/n"

"See ya~"

"Fuck off." Gun slammed the door shut behind himself, sighing when he heard Goo cackling. He couldn't wait to go home to enjoy a nice home cooked meal. Just as he thought of you, your text came through, and he read through it with both amusement and annoyance knowing you were probably right.

He spent a moment lighting up a cigarette before replying to you with:

I don't have a preference tonight, you're free to make whatever you wish. Please allow me to help as well when I arrive home.

And I promise I won't kick him out immediately, but only because you asked. We cannot let him get used to crashing over constantly though, we do not need a pathetic third wheel in our marriage.

His eyes scanned the last part of your text again, and it made him chuckle and joke along:

See you soon. From your "truely work husbandy, Jonggun"

[buffetlicious]

Opened by an ex-head chef of a famous tonkatsu restaurant at ION Orchard. Maruhachi Donburi & Curry strived to sell restaurant quality teishoku sets, curry rice and donburi bowls at hawker centre prices. This is the takeaway bowl of Chicken Katsu Don that sis had. Came with crispy breaded chicken cutlet with egg over rice.

I had the Pork Katsu Curry Rice which had a sizeable piece of golden-brown breaded pork cutlet and pickled red daikon. The curry sauce is separated by partition in the bento box so you still get the crispy texture of the deep-fried pork. Both dishes are priced under S$10 each at the time of dining though prices had got up but still remain affordable.

[dei-lab-assistant]

Tonkatsu Dinner with Joey Wheeler

Summary: You and Joey Wheeler eat dinner together in Shinjuku ward. Set post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character based off of myself or someone I know. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader V, who is dating Joey Wheeler and acting as his manager. She is a bit anxious. Word count: 1879 “How about dis place?” asked Joey, looking at the detailed plastic food in the picture window of a restaurant. You were looking at the signage with your smartphone, trying to translate. “Okay, so these are tonkatsu, and these are curry, and they also serve something called ‘shabu shabu?’” “I thought your phone was gonna translate for ya?” Joey still used a flip phone, so he liked to find instances when your smartphone failed to do what you wanted it to.

“It did for the other foods,” You stepped closer to your boyfriend, brushing up against him. Behind you, people continued to walk past on the sidewalk. Despite being after nine at night, the Shinjuku ward of Tokyo still bustled with people. “I know what curry is, da other two...” “Tonkatsu is the breaded pork with cabbage,” you pointed at the plates, “but I don’t know what shabu shabu is. This sign talks about it, but there’s not a display version.” Shoving your phone in your pocket, you joined Joey in studying the fake food. “I know my mom recommended we try tonkatsu.”

“Your mom’s a great cook, so if she says it’ll be good, den we gotta try it.” Joey reached for the door, “Ya down?” “Sure!” You figured there wasn’t much chance of disliking breaded pork. Inside, abundant wooden paneling gave the place an old-fashioned Japanese feel. Each of the tables had a dark glass cooktop built into the center. Seeing your arrival, the man behind the register said something in Japanese. Joey held up two fingers, and the man nodded, stepping away from the counter to point the two of you to a table tucked in a corner. You sat in the chair, and Joey slid onto the bench across from you, grabbing the tablet from its holder at the end of the table. “Dis should make things easier.” Slightly jealous Joey had beaten you to the electric menu and ordering device, you pulled out your phone again and grabbed the Japanese menu. Why was the restaurant so cold? Glancing up, you saw you were directly underneath an air conditioning vent. “Could we switch places?” You gestured at the vent.

Joey grinned. “Leave it ta me ta date da coldest girl in Domino.” He was already sliding off the padded bench as he finished. After switching places, you both fell silent, each studying the menu. Choosing a meal set with tonkatsu, cabbage, rice and miso soup, you waited for Joey to make up his mind about what he wanted. Beside the docking station for the tablet was a brown, ceramic kettle-ish container with a Japanese label taped onto the lid. Translating it, you discovered it held tonkatsu sauce—information you passed on to Joey but had no intention of using yourself, you never put sauce on your food. The man who greeted you at the door returned to the table bearing two glasses of water, small white towels, and chopsticks for each of you. “I guess dese are da napkins?” Asked Joey after the man left. You shrugged, “I guess. Now focus on what you want to order.” “It all looks so good, y/n.” After Joey finally decided to get a combination curry and tonkatsu meal, he input your order into the tablet. A group of five or six people who looked to be about your age entered the restaurant, happily chatting among themselves as they were seated at the larger table beside yours. It soon became apparent they had ordered the mysterious shabu shabu, which turned out to be some sort of meat and vegetable hot pot dish which was cooked right at the table. It looked fun. Although the meat and broth smelled delicious, you felt little interest in eating that many vegetables, and the extremely long, skinny, mushrooms were right out. Joey couldn’t take his eyes off the food at the next table, which made sense since neither of you had eaten since the morning.

You reached out and placed your hand over his, trying to enjoy the moment instead of focusing on the fact your food hadn’t arrived yet. It kinda worked.

Ripping his gaze back to his date, Joey smiled at you sheepishly. “If some of those K-Pop shops are still open when we’re finished here, ya wanna check one out?”

You felt torn, while you were here in the Korean section of Tokyo, you did want to pick up a few pictures of your favorite idol, but doing it with your boyfriend felt like a weird idea. Still… Joey was the one who brought it up, so maybe it would be okay? Seeing your hesitation, Joey tilted his head, “Ya still like Stray Kids, don’tcha?”

Time to play it off like you were confident, “Oh yeah. If Chan were to ask me out, I think I would have to break up with you.” You were joking, obviously.

“He’s the hot Australian?” Joey asked.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“After all da time you’ve spent listening ta me talk about Duel Monsters, rememberin’ a few facts about your favorite boy band ain’t askin’ too much of me.”

Before you could respond, the employee who had greeted you when you entered approached with your food. For a moment, neither of you thought about anything other than eating. Tantalizing scents rose in the air—the savory smell of curry, a mouthwatering whiff of pork, and a subtle undertone of oil. Your mouth watered.

Nervously, you picked up your chopsticks, afraid you would mess up and embarrass yourself in front of Joey. Despite your practice, you still weren't as confident as you wanted to be; it didn’t help that you were left handed, which always meant fewer online tutorials to watch, and your older sister who taught you was right handed. Gripped with determination, you glanced at Joey, who was far too busy eating to pay attention to you. If you weren't careful, your anxiety would get out of control and steal your appetite; Joey was on the short list of people you felt so comfortable with you could eat around him, and you would hate to lose that.

Focusing on your tonkatsu, you noticed the breading was different from what you expected. Instead of breadcrumbs, these were more like bread-shards—long and thin, which gave the surface a rough, almost spiked, texture. Raising one of the tonkatsu strips with your chopsticks, you took a bite. The breading was crispy. The pork was tender. Delicious.

For the moment, your nerves settled, and you settled into your meal. After a few moments of silent focus on food, you began to get curious about Joey’s dinner. “Could I try a bite of your curry?”

Joey looked up with puppy dog eyes, “You’d ask for part of a man’s dinner?”

“Only if I want to try it.” you gazed back with your own innocent, wide-eyed stare.

Joey’s face broke into a grin, “Yeah, dat checks out.” He licked his metal spoon clean, wiped it with a napkin, refilled it with curry and rice, and extended the handle to you.

“Thanks,” you grinned and took the spoon. Popping the curry into your mouth, you immediately regretted it. It looked like a kind of beef stew, so why was it spicy?? You almost spit it out, but that seemed gross to do in front of your boyfriend, so you gulped it down instead. “You know I don’t like spicy food, Joey!” You grabbed your small glass of water.

Joey was still grinning at you, “You were da one who asked for it. Who am I ta fight paying da girlfriend tax?”

“Okay, okay, maybe I’m slightly at fault here. But my pain and suffering is mostly your fault.” You grinned back, taking another gulp. “Can you order more water?”

Joey fussed with the tablet for a minute, “Ehh, not with dis thing.”

“That’s okay, I’ll just drink yours.”

“Dat’s fair.” Joey slid his glass towards you. “But ya shoulda known dat curry is spicy.”

“I knew some curry is spicy, and I thought you’d tell me if yours was too much for me.” You fake huffed at him.

“Sorry.” Joey was eyeing your side dishes of rice and miso soup hungrily. “How ‘bout ya let me make it up to ya?”

“By eating my food?”

“What? Oh.” He looked you in the eyes, “I got ya a little gift.”

Your eyes crinkled into a surprised smile, “You got me a present?”

“It’s not much, and I’m not sure you’re gonna like it,” he pulled his hands into his lap, “and I was gonna give it to ya tomorrow before my TV interview, but den I thought I could give it to ya now instead…”

You leaned in, “Sure! Let me see it.” You knew he had bought a couple things at one of the stores the two of you went into earlier, but never imagined he had bought anything for you.

Pulling his hands out from underneath the table, he handed you a beautifully wrapped gift box. It was light and rectangular. “The lady at da store did a great job makin’ it look pretty when I told her it was a present.”

Overwhelmed with curiosity, you tore off the paper, revealing a clear plastic box with a large white bow inside it. It was similar to your favorite hair bow, except this one had a blue, horned sheep in the center of the bow. “Aw, it’s one of the Scapegoats.” Scapegoat was one of Joey’s rarest cards, and your favorite part of his deck.

“I know ya don’t like Duel Monsters all dat much, so if ya don’t like it, I understand. But since you’re my manager, I thought it would be cute if ya had something’ with one of my cards on it.”

Joey was irresistibly endearing when he got flustered like this. You reached out and took his hands. “There are a lot of monsters from the game I would never wear, but this little guy is adorable. And you’re right, as your manager I should wear something related to your deck; it’s good for branding.”

“Ya don’t have ta like it, y/n. If ya don’t want ta wear it den—”

“Sorry, Joey, I was messing with you.” You squeezed his hands, “I don’t just like it because it’s good for your brand. I think it’s cute, and it reminds me of you, and it even shows you remembered what I like. Thank you.”

“Are ya sure?”

“Yep. I’ll wear it tomorrow.” You nodded at him in approval before pulling your hands away and resuming eating.

When you both finished, Joey took the receipt left with the food to the register, where he paid in cash, pocketing the handful of coins he received in return. As the two of you stepped out into the warm summer night, you slipped your hand into his. Tonight would be fun, with K-pop shopping and trying out a capsule hotel. It was easy to set aside your worries when you were with Joey. Tomorrow you would both have work to do, but for now, all you wanted was to spend time with the man who made you feel special and safe. “You’re the best, Joey.” If you google the following, you should be able to see the Google listing for the restaurant this story was set in. "とんかつしゃぶしゃぶにいむら 大久保店"

[stellerssong]

Weirdly (maybe not-so-weirdly) I have experienced some similar interactions with neurodivergent feds who you kind of have to sheepdog into getting the results they’re assigned to get. Anyway: what are some delicious foods you’ve eaten lately, either stuff you’ve cooked or stuff others have made for you?

i have been hearing troubling rumblings about the records for this program for some time around my workplace but, safely sequestered in scripted as i have been up until this point, i was happy to consider them Not My Problem. and like. oh bud. oh bud. innocence is fucking bliss. the one redeeming quality of this particular host is that she has a 4-month-old dachshund who she occasionally shows on camera. otherwise TRUE CRIME IS A CANCER!!! TRUE CRIME IS A PLAGUE UPON SOCIETY!!!!

ennywhey.

this past christmas was a very exciting time for me and my dad because for the first time!!! my lola OFFICIALLY tasked us with making pancit (with me taking point) and pinakbet (with my dad taking point) for christmas lunch/dinner, with no oversight from her. neither recipe is particularly difficult per se (pancit is approximately a rice noodle stir-fry, and pinakbet is a soupy sauté of bitter melon, other veg, and pork, for the uninitiated), but the Passing Of The Torch was kind of a big deal for us. and honestly both things came out tasting...well, just like my lola's. which was very special.

i was especially stoked on the pinakbet, since as co-chef i was able to control ingredient ratios to my liking (more okra) and ramp up the ingredients (more okra) that i have been known to get a slap on the wrist for hogging (okra).

just before christmas my partner and i went to Atlanta to visit a friend doing a postdoc there and i tried lemon pepper wet wings for the first time and that was also very exciting. wings are one of those foods that i will always eat but never really crave, but this shit was off the fucking chain. i will dream of those wings for some time.

OH and while @the-everqueen was visiting i made tonkatsu and japanese-style curry! slightly labor-intensive, but a) it's validating to observe how much less afraid i am of frying things than i used to be! maybe i am improving my kitchen skills! and b) after we finished dinner we all just kind of. sat on the couch and stared blankly into space for a while. yknow how sometimes you eat something so good you go into deep victorian mourning for a brief period afterwards because it is now gone from you? yeah.

[lokescurse]

Give us randome headcanons about Naoya-sama 🫂

🤔

Yeah, I got a few! Thanks for asking! This was a lot of fun!~

-Naoya isn't terribly fond of sides/meals that are just vegetables. He'll eat them because he knows his body will hate him if he doesn't, but if he could eat nothing but pork buns, tonkatsu, curry fried rice, and matcha Kit-Kats for every meal, he would.

-Naoya is a tea drinker, and he finds coffee to be much too bitter for his tastes. He favors green teas, but he won't say no to oolong or a nice chamomile from time to time.

-Naoya is a mostly clean person, but he has a terrible habit of just leaving his things everywhere. He doesn't regard his space or the other people in it with much respect, so there'll sometimes just be a row of half full water bottles here, a mystery pile of clothes there. Perhaps even the stray dish or even knife tucked into some incredibly random spot on a bookshelf or something. Be careful where you're reaching!

-Naoya originally wanted to go for a less...yellow blonde, but he messed it up and is now too prideful to try a different tone. He's gotten used to it and even likes it now, though. It stands out, as he should.

-Naoya's favorite flowers are hydrangeas! He likes most of the colors they come in except for pink, as their symbolism for heartfelt emotion & romance makes him roll his eyes.