#very much a throw things in the pot soup but it was so good and I am so happy

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 5

"I Hope It Rains" by Jana Kramer

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Silver - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Silver Version ～Let's Make Beef Stew 1～

Silver: Beef stew… A dish needing to be boiled in a pot, of all things. I'm hoping I don't mess this up.

Ghost Chef: "Of all things"? Is there something worrying you?

Silver: Well…I actually have a bad habit where I find myself abruptly falling asleep.

Silver: Waiting for food to cook is no exception… I've fallen asleep while cooking before, leading to many failed dishes.

Ghost Chef: I had briefly glanced at what you wrote in your reasons for taking this class, but I see you were telling the truth about falling asleep easily.

Riddle: It's rather dangerous to fall asleep while cooking. Has it ever resulted in a fire?

Silver: In Briar Valley, we generally prepare our food using magic. This means that even our flames for cooking are produced via our own magical abilities.

Silver: If I were to fall asleep, my magic would also be cut off and the fire would disappear, so even I haven't had to deal with a fire hazard as such.

Ghost Chef: Hahaha. So it was like you had a built-in automatic shut-off function.

Silver: As it was, back when I couldn't use magic, my father would light the flames for me.

Silver: This meant that even when I dozed off, my father would tend to the fire and he'd adjust… I mean, finish up the dish.

Silver: However, as a child I hadn't realized just how much my father had been trying to keep me from danger.

Silver: That's why I had believed that there would be no issues if I attempted to cook by myself…

Silver: One time, while my father was away, I attempted to cook over a wood fire.

Silver: The morning had been particularly cold that day… So I thought I would make a pot-au-feu for my father.

Silver: I was able to chop the ingredients, throw them in a pot, and season everything with no issues…

Silver: But perhaps that is where I let down my guard. I dozed off while the pot was still on the flame.

Riddle: Ah, but that was quite dangerous! It wasn't fire borne from magic, yes?

Riddle: What happened next?

Silver: I somehow woke up before any fire hazard took place. However, by that point, all the water had boiled away…

Silver: So, I added water to the pot in haste, which only served to turn the whole soup black as the charred bits dissolved into the liquid.

Silver: The dish was a failure. The whole house smelled like char. Just as I was at my wit's end, my father returned home.

Riddle: …Did he scold you?

Silver: Not at all. He just laughed, relieved that I hadn't hurt myself.

Silver: He also said that failure was a stepping stone to improvement for next time.

Silver: Furthermore, he scooped up a bowl of that black and burnt pot-au-feu and ate it without any hesitation.

Silver: My father said that it had a distinctive flavor even as it was, but… There was no way it was anywhere near edible.

Riddle: …He seems to be a very kind father.

Silver: He is, I'm glad to have him.

Riddle: Did you ever have the opportunity to learn how to cook from him?

Silver: He is an adept swordsman and mage, but… When it comes to cooking, both the ingredients he would use and the way he would cook constantly changed on a whim.

Silver: And he could never season anything the same way twice… In short, I never found my father's cooking style to be worth referencing.

Silver: That is why I consider myself self-taught. That being said, I always considered a dish good enough if it was edible.

Silver: All I can really do is chop up meat and vegetables and toss them in salt and pepper, or sometimes take leftovers to make risotto.

Riddle: It is fine enough that you are self-taught. I myself have never prepared anything by my lonesome.

Ghost Chef: Okay now, you two! Get to work, don't just chatter away!

Silver: Ah, right, my apologies… I should chop up the vegetables first.

Silver: I'll peel the carrots.

[peels carrots]

Ghost Chef: Oho～ You've got skills.

Silver: Blades are somewhat of a specialty of mine.

Silver: Next are the onions.

[peels onions]

Riddle: Silver, I am in need of an onion as well. Will you teach me how to peel them?

Ghost Chef/Silver: …?

Riddle: Wh-Why are both of you staring at me strangely!? Was my question that bizarre…?

Silver: It can be peeled by hand.

Riddle: I was not asking for the method of peeling, exactly… Rather, I can't seem to grasp where the peel ends specifically.

Silver: Oh, that's what you meant. The peel is the thin, brown layer on top. The white part is what's edible.

Ghost Chef: If there are any areas that seem to be discolored brown, you can just cut it out.

Riddle: I should cut out the discolored spots…? It's a little disconcerting to create random divots like that.

Ghost Chef: Hmm, Riddle-kun, you're very thorough!

Silver: Don't worry too much. At worst, even if some of the peel were to remain, it would just stick to the inside of your mouth. It is still edible.

Ghost Chef: And on the other hand, Silver-kun, you're much too loose-minded!

Silver: Alright, I've finished chopping up the vegetables and meat. Now, we melt butter in a hot pan…

Silver: And brown the meat.

[sizzle]

Silver: It's almost time to add the vegetables. …Ordinarily, I would just salt and pepper it here and consider it done.

Ghost Chef: That would be a fine dish if it were with a regular sirloin steak. However, shank and tendon taste much better stewed～

Silver: So different cuts of meat are cooked differently, I see. I'd never really thought about that before.

Silver: …Chef, the onions are starting to become translucent, are they sauteed enough?

Ghost Chef: Oh yes, it looks good! Now add water and bring it to a boil.

Silver: It seems we've finally come to the dreaded moment of boiling the stew. I worry I may nod off…

Ghost Chef: Hehehe… Have I got just the thing for you to keep your mind off your worries.

Silver: What is it?

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Silver Version ～Let's Make Beef Stew 2～

Ghost Chef: Let me introduce you to this… Ta-da! An electric pressure cooker!

Silver: An electric pressure cooker…?

Silver: I think I get it. If I use a pressure cooker, that would decrease the amount of time the stew needs to boil.

Silver: Plus, since it's electric, there's a timer function. Even if I were to fall asleep, the ingredients shouldn't char.

Ghost Chef: Yeah… That's basically it. You got it in one before I could even explain it.

Silver: This will be my first time using an electronic appliance to cook.

Riddle: Huh, your first time!? I have limited experience with cooking, and even I have used an electronic appliance like a microwave.

Silver: Of course I know of their existence, at the very least…

Silver: But I hadn't had the chance to use one since I enrolled here because I would just dine in the cafeteria.

Silver: In Briar Valley, most of the homes don't have electricity, let alone appliances like microwaves.

Riddle: Truly, it is a prerequisite to be able to use magic there, I see… It's a life I could not even begin to fathom.

Riddle: Although, I do believe that my magic would improve greatly if I were to live there.

Silver: With your magical prowess and competence, I'm sure you would have no issues living there.

Ghost Chef: Alright, Silver-kun. Throw all the ingredients into the electric pressure cooker.

Ghost Chef: Select the button on the menu panel that says "Beef Stew" and then press start!

[click]

Silver: It says… 20 minutes remaining.

Ghost Chef: Now you're all set. We just need to wait for it to cook.

Silver: Do we not have to keep watch over the pot? Will it need to be stirred midway through?

Ghost Chef: Don't worry, it'll come out fine. In fact, it'll be more prone to failure if we keep poking at it.

Ghost Chef: Leave the pressure cooker be for now, and instead, let's start on the demi-glace sauce!

Silver: It didn't take as long as I expected to make the sauce. I guess I should wash the dirtied pot and knife.

Silver: …I need to… wash the pot…

Ghost Chef: Oh! Hey, hey, Silver-kun!

Silver: Ah! That was close, I almost fell asleep. I can't let my guard down for even a moment.

Silver: I have no earthly idea why.

Ghost Chef: Well, since you stole my thunder a bit earlier, let me try to show you how the electric pressure cooker can be used.

Silver: Yes, please.

Ghost Chef: A handy pressure cooker is capable of crating any number of dishes, but it doesn't mean you have to follow a recipe to the letter.

Ghost Chef: If you swap out ingredients or seasonings, you can make a dish that is more aligned with your personal tastes.

Ghost Chef: For example, you know the ingredients we're using for today's stew?

Ghost Chef: If you chose to substitute tomato juice for the demi-glace sauce, you could make a tomato stew instead.

Silver: …My father loves tomato juice.

Silver: If I substituted tomato juice for the sauce… Maybe my father would gladly eat it up.

～～♪

Silver: What's that noise…? Oh, it's done cooking.

Ghost Chef: Go ahead and open up the lid to the pressure cooker. Take care not to burn yourself when you do.

Silver: Yes, sir.

[opens pot]

Silver: Wow…

Silver: Both the vegetables and meat are cooked to perfection. I would have never guessed that they'd get this tender in only 20 minutes.

Ghost Chef: Yes, yes, and now it's time for the finishing touches.

Silver: Now we add the demi-glace and a tad bit of ketchup to taste. That should be about good.

Silver: Mm, delicious!

Silver: Next, plate it and add boiled broccoli for garnish.

Silver: …Good, it's finished.

Ghost Chef: Not bad! Take the plate and head on out to the judging venue.

Silver: Right. No matter how difficult the judge may be, I'll definitely emerge the victor…!

Ghost Chef: Wait, hold on, you're not going into battle.

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

???: Ah, so you're my chef today, Silver.

Silver: Jamil. I've heard from Kalim that you're very proficient at cooking.

Silver: Within the school body, you're probably the most competent at cooking… Urk, am I even a viable opponent for someone like you?

Jamil: What kind of fight are you even trying to gear up for right now? Well, whatever. I'll dig in now.

[chomp]

Jamil: Hmm… It tastes okay.

Silver: Just okay, hm…

Jamil: However…

Jamil: I'll give you that the ingredients are cooked through pretty well. The meat is so tender it falls apart in my mouth almost instantly.

Jamil: This must have taken you some time, didn’t it? I would have thought you'd be in danger of falling asleep midway through…

Silver: Yeah, I was also worried about that. In fact, while I was waiting for it to stew, I could feel myself getting drowsy.

Silver: The reason this dish was a success was all thanks to the Chef allowing me to use a pressure cooker.

Silver: Since it only stewed for a short while, I was able to push through without drowsing off.

Jamil: That's surprising. I thought the Master Chef program was designed with a focus on improving your cooking abilities…

Jamil: But it seems they provide assistive tools for those who may be lacking in techniques or aptitude.  Good to know.

Silver: That's right, they gave me a good way to compensate for my lack of experience.

Silver: Even if I were to fall asleep, I can simply set a timer and the dish won't burn.

Silver: Also, when the timer goes off, it makes a noise, so it would wake me up… Or at least, it should.

Jamil: How did it ever come to your mind to use a pressure cooker as an alarm clock in the first place…?

Silver: I shouldn't constantly rely on outside tools… But I think it's something that I currently have a need for.

Jamil: Thank you for the food.

Jamil: I'm not sure how much of this can be said was of your own skills, but I'll say it was edible.

Silver: Well, it wasn't a flawless victory, but I suppose at least it wasn't an abject failure… I'll continue to work at it.

Ghost Chef: Well done! Looks like you made it through to the end without falling asleep.

Silver: Ah… That reminds me.

Silver: I started to think of how I'd like to make for my father the tomato stew and cabbage rolls that you mentioned…

Silver: Perhaps it's because that was on my mind that I was able to keep the drowsiness at bay.

Ghost Chef: That's because we can't help but try to put forth our best effort whenever we imagine how happy people would look eating our food.

Silver: I see… I guess your state of mind is rather important when it comes to cooking.

Requested by Anonymous.

[spectres-n-soap]

The Clouds remind Me of You - Soap x reader x Ghost

Content Warnings - Pregnancy, afab body, grief, MW3 is canon, arguing, minor physical altercation?, so much angst guys.

Masterlist

Ghost knows he shouldn't be pushing you, pushing this boundary but as the days pass you seem to be getting bigger. At least, that's what you complain about each and every time you have to go up the stairs to your flat. It was raining again in the evening but the day with partial sunlight seemed to lift your spirits at least, or rather, you weren't lying on the couch and basically snarling at him whenever he tried to approach. You reminded Ghost of a pregnant homeless dog, snarling at anyone who tries to touch you for good or for worse. "C'mon." He pleads, "You have to eat something."

"No I don't Ghost."

"It's Simon." He reminds you. Ghost had insisted you call him Simon because the two of you weren't on base. You hadn't accepted that idea and still called him Ghost. Whether it was out of habit or just to piss him off, he didn't know and both were very possible. Although at this point, he was leaning towards 'just to piss him off' territory. "Just eat a little bit?" He holds the warm chicken noodle soup towards you.

"Fuck off, I don't need babied." You grumble and manage to somehow move even further from him despite your prone position on the couch. "I'll eat when I feel like it." You state, trying to leave zero room for argument from his side. You hadn't been feeling well all day and the moment it had started raining, you just collapsed onto the couch. The entire day felt like the worst one since Soap had passed. Morning sickness all day along with sporadic Braxton Hicks left you with zero appetite. At this point, you could not tell if you felt sick because of this damn pregnancy or if you hadn't eaten. It didn't really matter because every time you looked at the soup, you felt like throwing up. Or maybe it was because it was Ghost who held it out to you.

"I'm not babying you." Ghost argues, "I'm just taking care of you."

"Oh would you fuck off with that sentence!" You snap, suddenly finding the energy to sit up and glare at Ghost. "I get it alright? You loved Soap-"

"Johnny."

"You loved Johnny." You take a deep breath to try and keep the tears at bay, "So did I! I can't fucking stand you being here." You yell and smack the bowl from his hands and onto the wooden floor. "Bloody Christ! Can you not get that through your stupid fucking mask?" You stand up, a bit wobbly on your feet but you back up when Ghost tries to come to your aid. "He's supposed to be here!"

"Don't."

"Don't what Ghost? Don't speak the fucking truth of it all?" You ask as you storm up to him and wipe away the few tears running down your cheeks. "Are you scared of the truth?"

"Don't say it." Ghost snaps as he looks down at you. His breathing is becoming uneven as rage flares up in his brown eyes. What you wouldn't do for it be Johnny's blue eyes looking at you.

"If you had been there," You push an accusatory finger into his chest, "he would still be here. Johnny would be here instead of you."

He grabs your wrist and yanks it away from his chest. "You don't get to say that. You weren't there either! You were back at base from a broken arm!" You stumble backwards as he pushes forward, fury in his eyes as he speaks and his grip on your wrist grows tighter. "I had to watch him die! A bullet right through the fucking skull."

"Shut up!" You screech and try to pull your wrist from his grip but he yanks you forward.

"Now I'm trying to do the right fucking thing! I'm trying to help out the woman he got pregnant because he would fucking put a bullet in me if he was still alive and I didn't." Ghost pushes you back onto the couch. "I'm not going away. Get that through your thick fucking skull."

"I want you to go away! Just leave me alone, I didn't need your help during the first 29 weeks of this pregnancy and I don't need it now." Ghost storms over to the pot of still warm soup and pours another bowl of it. "Fine, you don't need me. But I don't care. You're gonna eat this fucking soup and then I'll leave." He pushes the bowl of soup into your hands. "Fucking eat."

You looked at the two bags of ash in your hands as the tears run down your face. A fat sob left you leaning against your steering wheel as you sobbed. You were meant to deliver one of the bags of ash to his family after Ghost had poured out the 141's portion over the highlands. It was a nice day too. Far too nice for a moment like this, for you to cry so hard you felt sick. You had just gotten your arm out of the cast, excited to see Soap return with the rest of the 141 from the mission to stop Makarov. It had been a wild goose chase, the first mission had left you falling out of a four story window to escape some gas.

It had been raining when they got off the jet, the rain obscured everything but you knew something was wrong when you only saw three figures. Price had approached you first with Gaz and Ghost behind him. You scrunched your brows together, confusion must've been all over your face because Price spoke first before you could even get the question out. "Soap is KIA."

The sound of the rain cut out, the words that came from Price had no sound as your eyes focused on the jet behind them as a stretcher with a bag over it was pulled out. You didn't even notice that your fingers had started to dig into the skin of your throat as the ability to breathe was stolen from you. Gaz pulled your hands away from your throat and everything crashed down. The rain deafened you as the first few tears ran down your face. "Captain." You choked out as you looked into his blue eyes. Fuck, had they always looked so much like Soaps? "Captain please."

Gaz had to hold you up as your knees gave out. You covered your mouth with your hand and just cried because the scream caught in your throat. The next week went by in a blur and now you were here. Parked a block away from Soap's parents house. It was a nice neighborhood, you could hear kids playing in the distance while you broke down and cried again. You had barely held yourself together at the ash spreading and it was all just coming apart now. You looked at the baggie filled with ash that was meant for you. This is all you had left of Soap, not even his dog tags. Price had given the MacTavish's his dog tags the day after they arrived back on base.

Slowly, you lifted your head up and wiped away the tears. You straightened your uniform and got out of your car. The walk wasn't long but the bag filled with his ash felt like it weighed a million pounds. You stood at the front door of the MacTavish's for a long moment before you finally rang the doorbell. A woman with graying brown hair opened the door, her eyes red like you were sure yours were. She didn't look old but you supposed that was because Soap had joined the military early. Where would he be now if he had been caught?

"Mrs. MacTavish, I'm from the 141 and I'm here to give you this." You muttered and handed his mother the bag.

"Oh." She put a hand to her mouth as she began to cry again. "Hello John." She whispered and held the bag gently, "My baby boy."

You lay in your bed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you get up. It was dark outside and the clock on the oven read 1:28 am. You navigate your flat with ease until you open a closet and pull a box from a shelf. Opening it, the bag of his ashes sit along with a few keepsakes that remind you of him. Remind you of times where you two laugh in pubs and drink your favorite beverages. That reminds you of his touch and shoulder touches, the sneaky kisses the two of had shared after that night. You look at your home phone and reach out to it. Slowly, you input the number Ghost gave you and you look at the numbers on screen. You press the call button.

It rings once, twice, thrice and just when you are about to hang up, he picks up. Ghost's voice comes through the phone, "What is it?"

"Can you come over?" You ask as you wipe your eyes and sniffle.

"I'm coming." He mutters before hanging up.

[ms-demeanor]

my thing is I'm capable of any of this stuff up to at least level 3 and can do them for special occasions and if I've rested enough no problem, but I can't do it OFTEN because it just uses up too many spoons. any thoughts on this? besides practice, I already cook as often as I can (which is not very)

Mise en place your life as much as possible. I've talked about this before but this is what I do to make things easier on myself. My baking station with all the ingredients out and clearly labeled instead of at the bottom of the pantry where I have to dig for them makes it much, much, much easier to bake. My knife strip on the wall and the dozen cutting boards in a rack on the wall and the frying pan that lives on the stove instead of under the counter all make it much easier for me to cook.

Like, a lot of what I've been going through and doing in terms of home improvement/home decor is attempting to configure the house in such a way that large bastard and i can easily do the things we want to/need to do. We need batteries all the time, so the batteries live in an organized box where we can see it instead of in the back of the cabinet. We also need to *discard* batteries all the time, so the battery discard tub is right next to that box otherwise we'll start accumulating used batteries on surfaces.

The instruments that live on my kitchen counter are the ones that get used most often so that I don't need to go looking for them and so that I know at a glance if they're clean (if so they're in the canister on the counter) or need to be washed. The appliances that I use the most either live on the counter or get put places where it's convenient - I don't have enough bowls and plates that I need to use the top three shelves of my cabinet for bowls and plates like my parents did, but I do use my rice cooker twice a week so my rice cooker lives in the same cabinet as my dishes (as does my tofu press, my waffle maker, and the easiest-to-use 16oz food storage containers).

And you know what sometimes i just can't do it. Sometimes my back isn't working or my hip isn't working or i got glutened recently and I can't do much of anything.

I've got a variety of low spoon foods that I always have ingredients for (one recent addition to this list is tofu; i went from eating no tofu to eating tofu twice a week because two days a week i can't really use one of my arms to make dinner so i just prep the tofu at lunchtime and when i get home from the plasma center all i have to do is season and pan fry it and make a pot of rice. And I also make a shitload of extra rice because rice with eggs and sweet-spicy sauce is now one of my easiest and best go-to lunches) and whenever I make a pot of soup (something that I do pretty much every weekend when it's cool enough) I will make enough for lunch that week plus usually some extra to go in the freezer as backup "I don't feel like cooking" meals.

So, yeah I guess what I'm saying is get a good list of low-spoon foods that you like and can keep the ingredients handy for (ground beef goes bad in a week, tofu lasts like a month, i love tofu, it's so easy and so cheap to keep a bunch of tofu handy), and throw out the idea of what a kitchen is "supposed" to be like and figure out if there are ways to make your kitchen more adaptive for you.

Get anti-fatigue mats for your home kitchen. Get a tall stool that you can sit at while cooking at the stove instead of standing. Reorganize your cabinets for maximum efficiency for your needs. (large bastard and I have been doing this both with organized visible storage like wall racks as well as putting his stuff up high because bending over isn't easy for him but it is easy for me).

And also, like, consider if it's worth it, or how it can be worth it. How do you want to be a better cook? Do you want to be better at making meals for large groups or do you want to be more comfortable cooking for yourself or do you want a wider repertoire of recipes - all of those things will take a different path and some will be harder than others if you're wrangling disabilities that make it difficult to cook. I'm probably never going to be great at cooking for large groups because it doesn't really suit my lifestyle and it hurts! It hurts a lot and after hosting thanksgiving last year i needed to use my cane for a week because of how much it hurt my back! But I can work on stuff that makes it easier for me to cook, like having my baking station or keeping my rice cooker in an easy-to-reach cabinet.

[ghostismybbygorl]

Im sick right now, hopefully its not covid

( ive had it 4 times now)

But im gonna write some headcannons of 141 plus Alejandro and Rudy when they're sick

Price

in denial that he's sick

"Something must be blooming"

He'll carry a giant box of tissues around him at all times constantly blowing his nose (he's blows his nose so loudly)

Goes through a box of tissues a day

The only time he accepts that he's sick is when he a). Looks like death and is so tired he cant get out of bed b). Gets sick to his stomach or c) when his symptoms get really bad

He got covid and legit was passed out on the couch whining about how shitty he feels

Soap

Price gave him covid

It knocked him the fuck out

Alright now when hes sick

He gets super whiney and clingy when he's sick

"Ghooost" "what" "i dont feel good 🥺" "sucks for you"

Hes in bed box of tussues on the right, trash can on the left filled to the brim with tissues

He sleeps all day if he can but his congestion is so bad he'll just wine and moan about how shit he feels.

He takes all the cold medicine and none of them work for him

He takes hot baths to sweat out the sickness

A cuddle bug he has multiple pillows he just holds onto

When he had covid he whole ass fell asleep eating his food

He cried a little as well

Ghost

This is him when he's sick

He pouts when he's sick

He'll lie in bed all day just zoning out

If he has to do some shit he'll try not to act like he's sick (which fails because he'll be sniffling like crazy and just looks sad)

He gets grumpy too. One time a rookie pissed him off he made them mop the floor with a tooth brush

He hasn't gotten covid yet due to him wearing a mask all the time

He doesnt take anything he just suffers through it

"It'll eventually go away"

Usually gets a sinus infection after he's which pisses him off more

Gaz

Nobody knows he's sick cause he takes everything over the coutner.

He sleeps with a humidifier thats got vics in it

Dayquil, mucinex, afrin, peppermint tea, an edible all in his system.

If he feels REALLY bad he'll just call out and sit in his bed playing video games

Soup is his meal 24/7

Price gave him covid as well

He still cant taste food properly

If he eats something and it doesnt taste like it should he'll throw a glare at price occasionally flooing the bird at him

Alejandro

Mans a beast at home remedies

As soon as his nose gets stuffy he immediately gets the vics and applies it to his sinuses

Carries tissues around him to blow his nose. He does it in private not a big fan of blowing his nose in public he also carries vics everywhere

He has the humidifier, the vapo shower, everything

Makes sopa de pollo with extra jalapeños to clear his sinuses

He makes lemon tea with either hella onion or ginger, tastes like shit but gets the job done

He's rarely sick but when he does he's just tired and speaks with a nasaly voice

Hes not a big fan of cold medicines but if he has to take it he will

Rudy

Like soap he's a big baby when it comes to being sick

But he hides it well in public

Of coure he's all about home remedies

Vics vapo rub is carried around him 24/7

He'll only take theraflu cause that shits the only thing that works.

Religiously takes advil to stop the sinus swelling

When he's not working he'll sleep as much as he can.

He takes HOT baths to sweat out the sickness

König

Sleepy boy when hes sick

He'll just randomly fall asleep on someones shoulders

He'll sleep all day

Doesnt like to take cold medicine but he'll take it if he really doesnt feel good.

He drinks alot of tea and makes herbal remedies

He gets really quiet, doesnt speak at all

He sniffles lightly and he'd hide to blow his nose. Very embarrassed about blowing his nose

Carries peppermints in his pocket and ginger candies

Uses a netty pot and does salt rinces

Takes hot showers with eucalyptus, lavender, and peppermint hanging off the shower head

He likes to curl up in a nest of blankets with sweats and a hoodie. He doesnt wear his hood only a face mask to not make other people sick

He takes vitamin c everyday to help him not get sick

[kanalaure]

feanorian cooking headcanons, because im tired and sad and want to think about something fun

maedhros: makes a lot of soup bc you can make big batches almost more easily than small ones, and usually when he cooks he's babysitting or his little brothers will sidle up wanting some of what he's having. occasionally his parents will wander in from their workshops after a seventeen hour creative binge not sure what day it is but suddenly realizing theyre very hungry. after thangorodrim he has this little skit he loves to do that everyone else hates where he pretends he chopped the veg too hard and cut off his hand, bc what is the point of having all these little brothers if you cant antagonize them with dad jokes and maybe guilt trip them a lil into better behavior

maglor: only knows how to make a handful of things but does them well. dump and pour cook, so everything comes out a lil different each time. has never given anyone food poisoning, unlike some brothers he could name. drives caranthir insane bc he will just throw a handful of peppercorns or whatever in there all casually because they make things taste good and dont you know how much those COST, kano??! probably invented the in-universe equivalent of a sandwich so as to more conveniently eat while composing

celegorm: overall? pretty good, but its a lot of the same things with very minor variation. him being a skilled hunter, it's a lot of deer and small mammals, game birds and fish. probably good with edible plants and herbs growing wild, bc you only need to be made fun of by your entire family for getting scurvy one (1) time before you wise up, so your food would be well seasoned. however. absolutely everything is cooked over a campfire. put him in the wilderness and He Will Provide. stick him in a kitchen with an hearth and a pot rack and he is Lost. like maglor, has never met a measuring spoon he wouldnt ignore

caranthir: will measure spices to the microgram, kano, because he does know how much they cost thankyouverymuch. he's the best (only) baker of the bunch and likes all the math involved in it. just a mediocre cook though, partly bc maedhros invariably got to the kitchen first, and he's really meh about the idea of cooking anyway so he doesn't really protest or try to get in the kitchen on his own time to improve. (exceptions to this: likes making jams and fruit butters.) despite this, has never given anyone food poisoning

curufin: no. nope. no. it's his achilles heel. see mentions of food poisoning above

amrod and amras: got a lot of their cooking know-how straight from celegorm when they were out hunting, so it's all more of the same: deer, rabbit, fish, etc. like caranthir they dont get a lot of time or opportunity to practice bc maedhros beat them to the draw, but like maglor sometimes they will go off and make their own food for the hell of it, or because they were craving a specific thing. they only gave their family food poisoning once, curvo, and that was because they hadn't really nailed the pickling process yet. speaking of, they do a lot of pickling and other longterm things like cheesemaking that have a scientific element to it. they think its neat, and also its one of the few areas none of their older brothers ever tried to break into so for once there's no comparisons to be made, positively or otherwise

[aruanimess]

what about armin being sick instead of annie?

Hello!

Oh, I imagine it'd be much of the reverse situation.

Armin wants to be babied.

What he doesn't want, though, is to admit it.

Annie, for her part, assumes that he's like her and that he wants to be left alone, not understanding how anyone would prefer being fussed over, so, like the respectful girlfriend she is, she's very hands off about the whole thing. And Armin... well... Let's say he tries to give her a hint. 

There's a lot of theatrical coughing, (to which Annie recoils and covers her mouth), a lot of agonized moans, (to which Annie asks if he needs anything, but Armin gets real self-conscious and says no, so that's the end of it), and a lot of complaining (to which Annie simply shrugs in a "what can you do" attitude). Annie just doesn't seem to get it!

It takes Jean and Connie coming over, with a pot of poorly cooked soup, to clue Annie in. She thanks them profusely and then hands over the pot to Armin for him to heat up. Armin lowers his head and shuffles despondently to the kitchen. Connie and Jean are horrified!

"Good god, woman!" says Connie. "Are you completely heartless?"

"What he said," chips in Jean. "You won't even heat up his soup? He's sick!"

Annie is beyond confused. "What are you two on about? He has a cold, not the plague."

"He still needs help!" Jean throws his hands in the air in frustration.

Annie sniffs dismissively. "I'm not going to coddle him. He's a grown man."

"We all want to be a little coddled sometimes," says Connie.

In the meantime, Armin returns from the kitchen, just in time to catch Annie saying: "Armin doesn't like feeling helpless, why would he want to be treated like a child?"

"Um, actually," interrupts Armin, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'd like to be pampered a little, when I'm sick. It makes me feel loved." He's blushing furiously by the time he finishes.

Annie's eyes widen. She has made her boyfriend feel unappreciated. She has failed him!

The following days are nothing but cuddles, herbal teas delivered in bed, forehead kisses, horrible botched attempts at cooing, lukewarm soup, and loads of love! Armin sometimes tries to reject Annie's efforts, but by now Annie understands that it's just feeble protestations to save his pride and continues unperturbed.

And yes, Annie ends up contracting the flu.

[nkirukaj]

Fawning for You (15)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing, Descriptions of Gross things

Genre: Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 3K

15. Best of Wives and Best of Women

“Let’s show this bitch who’s in charge,” she says fastening on a metal arm

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Her period came the next day, but it didn’t come out of her vagina, it came out of her mouth. For days upon days, she was throwing up blood, chunks, and clots. She took two vials and was disgusted at the idea of having to reingest it.

“Hello?” she called the King on the phone

“Hey, how we doin’?” 

She was enraged by his chipper tone “I got all the blood,”

“That’s great! Got Alastor’s blood?”

“Yes,” 

“Great! Now put it in a ceramic bowl and mix with your fingers,”

“Um, my blood has clots in it, is that okay?”

“Um no,”

“I have to take them out?”

“Yep,”

She goes and follows his instructions while on the phone with him “I swear Lucifer if this is some kind of joke,” she says raising the bowl to her lips

“Oh, this is no joke. This could kill you,”

“I did it in a ceramic bowl with my hands,”

“Okay, now take a small spoonful and eat it,”

“Does the type of spoon matter?”

“I… don’t think so,”

“You don’t know?!”

“I literally told you this is the first time I’m doing this!”

She lids her eyes “So I only need to eat a spoonful?”

“Small spoonful. Small,”

She takes out a small spoon “Okay okay,” she stares at the spoonful and closes her eyes before drinking it. She gags many times “I’m guessing I can’t throw this up either,” she says between gags

“Nope!”

“Okay, now I’m drawing the pentagram,”

“Pay attention Voe, this is very important. The way you do this will affect what kind of baby you have,”

“Okay, I did it,” 

“That fast?” he sounds worried

“Do you want me to show you?”

“No no! Don’t show me!”

“Well now I’m scared, I wanna show you!”

“No! Don’t!! Okay, what time is it?”

She looks up and down “You don’t know what time it is? Just look at your phone,”

“Voe just tell me the time,”

Voe looks down at her phone “It’s..one,”

“It will start to take effect at three,”

“Of course, it will. And how much will it hurt?”

“You want me to get into the details again?”

Shakes her head “No, never mind,”

“Listen, you’ll be fine…It’ll be like a nightmare,”

“How long will this last?”

He inhales “I’m not sure, but I forget how long the witching hour is,”

She looks around “It’s one hour Lucifer,”

“So…maybe one hour, maybe?”

“Oh, my goodness. And when will you be here”

“I will be there when you get up!”

“Okay…I’m sending you a picture!” she hits send and hangs up. 

Voe ties her shirt up, to not mess up the Pentagram, and she zips up her oversized vest to cover it. She puts the bowl in the sink. She stands up straight and takes a breath. 

“I know you’re usually up this late, but what are you doing down here?”

Voe jumps at the voice of her husband, she turns around to see his ever-present grin, with suspicious-looking eyes. “Hey!” she says a little too loud

“Hello?”

“What are you doing?” she asked

He starts to circle her like a shark “I just heard some noise down here and decided to come and see. And here you are,”

“Here I am,” she sounds nervous

“What are you doing?” He sounds like an adult grilling a child

She inhales “I was just…eating,”

“Eating what?”

She tilts her head “Why are you grilling me?”

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right. Would you like some company in your room tonight?”

“No!” she answers quickly

Alastor squints, his anger growing “No?”

“No, I think I need space tonight,”

He looks her up and down “Fine,”

“Sorry,”

Alastor leaves the kitchen with his back turned to her, very coldly. Every step that he took made his rage bubble like a pot of soup. She was lying and he knew it. She thought he was dumb, dumb enough to believe in that innocent look in her eyes. Was she unfaithful? She had been speaking to Lucifer at great length. Alastor’s fingers danced along his cane as they itched for violence. He did not want to believe his theory, but if it turned out to be true, he couldn’t be held responsible for what he might do.

Voe lays on her bed shirtless and waits for the hours to tick by. She’s waiting for the world of pain that she was told about, but it was worse than she ever could have imagined. It was rip your hair out of your scalp pain. Like your skin is being peeled off pain, like your spine is being ripped out pain. It took everything she had not to scream a the top of her lungs, she almost suffocated herself trying to keep down the noise. It was torture, and suddenly, it was over. Voe looks over at the time and it is 5 AM when the pain stops. Seems like the witching hour was a little longer than expected.

She looks over to her phone when it lights up with a new text

Hey 🦆 how’s it going?

She’s drenched in sweat when she reaches over to respond

It just ended 

can I wash the blood off now?

Shud b gone

She looks down and sees that the pentagram she took so much time to get perfect has vanished.

it’s gone

great! 😅

so what next?

Now u wait! ⏰

See u tomorrow! 🌅

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“Welcome back!” They all call out as Lucifer walks through the door, most demons are either indifferent or smiling. Alastor is in the back trying to keep smiling when he really wants to snarl. The first person that Lucifer goes for is his daughter

“Happy to see me?” he asks Charlie

“Of course, dad,” she pauses before going in for another hug

The very next person he goes to is Voe, their embrace is deep and long she closes her eyes as she hugs him.

“Hey!” he says when they pull apart

“Hi! You’re finally back!” “Yeah, you practically threatened me,”

“Well, it didn’t stop you from saying no before,”

“Mhmm, I am strictly here on business,” Lucifer looks around and whispers in her ear “Where’s the baby daddy?”

She squints “I don’t know if I like you saying that, she chuckles

“Is he not the father of the child?” he whispers back

She rolls her eyes “Yes,”

“Then baby daddy,”

Voe smirks and looks around “Alastor,” she calls for her husband

“Hmm?” he asks far behind the two of them simply watching

“He’s over there,” she points toward him

“Trouble in paradise?”

She leans into the King’s ear “It’s getting hard hiding this,”

“Well, it was your idea to hide it,”

“I know that, but I don’t want to get anyone’s hope up and then it doesn’t work,”

He shrugs “Well you have to roll with the punches,”

“That’s easy for you to just shrug off, he thinks I’m lying to him,”

“Voe I don’t know what you want me to do about that,”

“I just want you to listen,”

“I’m listening but I’m not hearing anything that I can do,”

“Whatever Lucifer, ugh men,”

“Don’t have an attitude with me. You wanted my help.”

She rolls her eyes again “Okay, I get it. Go make yourself comfortable,” Lucifer touches her shoulder as he walks past her.

Alastor’s eyes moved along with Lucifer, he was getting a bit too handsy with his wife. What had they been whispering about? And that hug had been awfully deep. He watched as his wife stared longingly after the king and his rage increased steadily, his fingers unable to stay still. But he still needed more facts than this to conclude on what fate she should suffer.

“Casper,”

“Yes,”

“How many therapists do we have now?”

“Umm..5”

“Okay, that’s better. Do we have any interested sinners yet?”

He looks at his clipboard “No, unless you could Alastor,”

“I don’t”

“Then no. Have you been advertising? Maybe you should do a live?”

“I don’t know how to advertise it. Especially with Alastor being the first volunteer,”

“Well if the Radio Demon admits that he needs help then anyone can,”

“I don’t know how he would feel about that,”

“Don’t ask, just do it,”

She grimaces and groans at the idea

“What?”

“I know you don’t know about this, but I kind if betrayed his trust in the past. I know that he’s only doing this for me, but I don’t know if he wants other people t know about it,”

“Well we have to do something, or we’re going to be stuck with 5 therapists and zero patients,”

She lowers her head “Ugh, this is why I wanted Angel,”

“Have you talked to him since?”

“Yeah, once. Then he told me to never talk to him again,”

“Oh damn,”

“Yeah, it’s a tough subject for him,”

“Maybe you can say that in your live. Talk about how it’s tough,”

Voe stares into the distance “I have an idea,”

“What?”

“I was talking to my husband and he was saying that if he needs help then so do I. What if I did it?”

“You as the first patient? Are you ready for that?”

She looks away “I don’t think anybody is,”

“But are you ready?”

“Sure,” 

“Okay. Do you want to livestream your first session?”

Voe groans

“So when do you want to see your first therapist?”

“Make it happen by the end of the week,”

“Great!”

She knocks on Alastor’s bedroom door which opens on its own, allowing her to step inside. 

“Alastor! I have some good news!”

“And what’s that?” he asks appearing behind her and closing the door

“I will be participating in my hospital endeavor,” she clasps her hands

His eyes widen “Oh! So you’ll be your own guinea pig?”

“Yes! What better to get sinners to try it than if I do?”

“And what if you don’t like it?”

“I don’t think anybody likes being told about their issues. I would also still like you to participate, as long as that’s all right,”

“I am fine as long as you are doing it,”

“We want to get this done by the end of the week,”

He puts his arms behind his back “Then I guess you need to get to it,”

She glances up at her husband “I have a question,” she says apprehensively

“Okay…”

Voe hesitates “Would you be…upset if I were to use your participation as part of advertising the hospital?”

He squints, and pauses before answering “Of course not! As long as you do something for me,”

She smiles “Another deal?”

“Just a small favor,”

Voe tilts her head “What is it?”

“Stay away from Lucifer,”

Voe’s eyes bulge “I- what?”

“Stay away from Lucifer,” he repeats, slower this time

She pulls her hand up to her chest “Why?”

“Why do you want to be near him so badly?”

“I…I need him,”

“You need him?” his eyes narrow

She inhales “Yes, and he’s my friend,”

“Then why doesn’t your friend help you with this, since you need him?”

“I figured my husband could help me,”

“Then why doesn’t your friend help you?”

She looks away “He is! Just with something else,”

“With what?”

Voe thinks for a moment “Are you jealous?”

“No, I just don’t understand why you can’t do something for me, but I have to do something for you,”

“You don’t!”

“I don’t?” 

She grabs her arm “Well, no I just would like you to,”

“And I would like you to do something for me, which clearly you can’t do,”

Voe walks up to him “Alastor I will do anything else for you, just not that. I can’t do that,”

“Fine,” he spits, clearly enraged

She reaches out for him “Alastor,” she calls softly

“What?”

“I love you,”

“Hmm,” he responds before dissipating

“I don’t know if y’all have heard of my hospital, but I will be the first patient and my session will be at the end of the week! How do we feel about that?”

lolllll can’t wait 2 c her in a psych ward

getting her crazy on

u gettin a lobotomy????

“No, I’m not getting a lobotomy. It’s just therapy. You know, you talk about your problems and the therapist tells you why you act like that and gives you a plan to improve yourself,”

sounds boring

booo

hmmm i might give that a shot

“Who better to test it out than me? Right?”

gud luck

better u thn me

ur gonna do great!

“Wish me luck!” she says before ending the live. Voe taps the back of her phone, wondering what it was that she was getting into.

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Alastor cuts his eye as his wife interacts with the King of Hell, he had known her before, before he did actually. And had he come back to taste more? More of his wife? They cease their whispering and go to embrace, him leading her into his office. Alastor’s eyes shined bright in the shadows where he stood, he listened intently for any rhythmic movement, but he heard nothing. Perhaps they kept the debauchery silent? Perhaps they were only necking? In his experience Voe always had a difficult time keeping herself quiet when his lips were on her neck, maybe she’d always had the skill and she never used it on him. But it would come in handy when hiding an affair. Alastor inched closer to the door and was greeted with a loud noise that turned out to be Lucifer coughing.

“Sorry,” he says between coughs

He must have been penetrating her orally and couldn’t handle it. Alastor smirks, Amateur, he thinks before he remembers that it was his wife who was getting this treatment from a man who was not him. He needed more facts, more info before he acted, but he was already getting closer and closer to that point

“What do you think?” Voe asks as Lucifer examines her

“Welp, she’s rowdy!”

She looks up quickly “Wait, she?”

“Wait, sorry no. I was talking about your heart. Your heart is going crazy. That’s not good,”

“What does that mean?”

“Uhh, well…it means you should probably chillax a bit. Calm down,”

She drops her arms “Well how am I supposed to do that? I run three businesses and my husband thinks I’m lying to him about something. He asked me to stay away from you,”

He rolls his eyes “Of course he did. Drama Queen,”

“And I’m worried I might die from this,”

Lucifer stands “Well, only one of those things is something you should actually be worried about, the rest can fall by the wayside. You need to relax or you could lose your baby, or worse-“

“Die,” they say at the same time “So you are positive that there is a baby in there?”

“I am positive that there’s a living organism in there. Do not get your hopes up for a baby. It could be-“

“A miscarriage?”

“That or it could be a lizard,”

She squints “What do I do if it’s a lizard?”

“Do you want a lizard baby?”

“No,”

“Then throw it in a fireplace, or dumpster, or sell it. Maybe keep it in as a pet!” She seems horrified “Can we just make sure that I don’t have a lizard baby?”

“You need to make sure that you don’t have a lizard baby. No stress! Why not go to that therapy thing you were talking about?”

“Blah blah blah, I’m going,”

“That’s what your lizard baby will say. Blah blah blah,”

“Stop!” She whines, punching him as he laughs

Lucifer opens the door “Now go somewhere and lay down or something!” slamming the door behind her

“Casper,”

“Mhmm?” “For the rest of the week, you need to handle my affairs,”

He looks around “Oh, um okay sure,”

“I need to take a break, from now until Sunday everyone reports to you,”

“Okay,”

“Tell them that,”

“Got it,”

“I’m gonna go and lay down,”

Voe lays down on her back, unsure of what to do. Should she take a nap? Scroll on her phone? Read a book? What do people do when they rest? She stared up at the ceiling in silence, all her thoughts clouding her mind, until she drifts off to sleep.

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Voe is in the kitchen and Charlie approached

“Vera!” Charlie screams “You’re in labor!

“Wait, how did you know my name?”

“AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!” 

Voe is suddenly lying on the kitchen table with her knees spread open, everyone screaming around her. A scaly hand reached out from her vagina and grabs Angel Dust and pulling him in

“Voe what have you done?!” Charlie screams

“Wait, what?”

“I knew you were up to something,” Alastor stands next to her calmly shaking his head

“Something’s coming out!” Vaggis screams

A Komodo dragon crawls out of her vagina and spits out Angel’s boots, roaring like an actual dragon and then letting out a fawn squeak.

“I told you,” Lucifer breathes fire throughout the hotel, setting it on fire

“Oh my gosh! Voe! Why would you do that?”

Alastor is holding a stack of papers “Here’s the divorce papers, my dear,”

Voe is screaming at the top of her lungs when Taylor Swift pops out “You are now officially divorced! Into the fireplace, you go!”

The other hotel staff and residents picked her up and carried her to the fireplace, while she watched her lizard baby cheering them on. She burns to death as they all tell her

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!!”

Voe wakes up in a sweat, it’s the middle of the night and she is alone, she looks down at her stomach and sees it move a little, but not much. She removes her shirt and then collapses on the bed once more as she has to remind herself that none of that nightmare is real.

[h0neyfreak]

I’m gonna share another very useful approach to life as an adult with ADHD: cooking and nutrition edition.

The American idea that dinner is “meat/protein with a veggie and a side” and that this is somehow an easy thing to prepare is a lie. That’s so much work. Sometimes I like making a meal that requires a lot of effort but that’s not sustainable for my average weeknight dinner.

I would like to instead introduce you to my world of Sauce Based Cooking. It is predicated on the idea that the “one pan meal” is not a category of recipe but rather a decision made by the chef. There are some deviations (some meals require a pasta pot and/or sheet pan) but that’s still way less than a lot of recipes call for. If it requires a blender, simply close the link and step away.

Rules for Sauce Based Cooking Freedom:

Have more spices/flavorful pastes than you know what to do with. Better than Bouillon and miso paste and curry paste and spice mixes etc etc. You are not running an authentic Tex-Mex restaurant from your kitchen just get the taco seasoning packets.

If you eat meat, you should be buying bone-in skin-on chicken thighs. Not chicken breasts. You can braise a chicken thigh for two hours and it will only get tastier and better. Cooking a chicken breast is stressful and requires a level of precision im not prepared to give to a chicken.

Focus on learning to make tasty BASES. You have learned if you make it and it tastes good to you. Nail down a good cream sauce, perfect your 20 minute marinara, learn a coconut curry, figure out the basic components of a marinade. Add some ground ginger to your chicken soup and thank me later. Then cooking is just beating protein and veggies into submission under your sauces and above your grains.

Don’t try and make ~dishes~. I call this “Zelda cooking.” You need something that you enjoy eating and gives you the nutrients you need to function. Prep vegetables and proteins you like and dump them into a sauce you also like. Add some polenta or bread or rice or couscous or any other grain to soak up the sauce and make it filling and satisfying. 9 times out of 10 it’s gonna work. The only decision you need to make is the flavor profile of the sauce.

Buy the precut vegetables. I know. It feels wasteful. So much plastic. But I promise you it’s way more wasteful to throw out half your groceries and order Uber eats 5 days in a row because you never managed to chop an onion. It’s okay. Precut/frozen vegetables and canned ingredients and prepared food items are going to be your lifeline. I can turn a rotisserie chicken and plastic tub of mirepoix (pre chopped onions, celery and carrots) into a delectable soup with just things in my pantry at this very moment.

Same as above but line the pan with foil. Save yourself a dish.

Add at least one vegetable to everything you cook. This might be controversial but you need fiber. And all sorts of other vitamins and minerals that things like kale and carrots and sweet potatoes have. My go to is canned chickpeas. A jar of marinara plus some canned chickpeas and kale is suddenly a hearty and filling topping for pasta that’s gonna satisfy me way more than just the pasta and sauce. And all I had to do was dump a can and a bag into the pot. That’s not a dish that really exists or has a recipe but it’s Sauce Based and I eat it a lot.

Keep some fortified cereal (most cereal is fortified by default) and trail mix on hand. Sometimes I get in a funk and order a lot of takeout or just eat a lot of carbs and not much else and then get woozy because I’m a little dumb and don’t eat a lot of animal products so all my Nutrients are low and that makes cooking harder. Fortified cereal and trail mix together will have most of the stuff you need to get rid of the lightheaded wooziness (iron and b12 and fats and sugar) in a dense little package that’s easy to munch on while cooking.

Finally, I know online recipes and Pinterest are great and wonderful but get proper cookbooks whenever you can. The first reason is that even with AdBlocker online recipes are a minefield and can be distracting and frustrating and overwhelming which are all things you don’t want when knives and hot pans are around. The second is that you will learn so much about cooking from a proper cookbook and the better you are at cooking the easier and faster it goes. ThriftBooks has plenty as will your local library or even older relatives. Ones like “Cook What You Have” by Christopher Kimball and “The New York Times Cooking No-Recipe Recipes” book and the classic “The Art of Simple Food” by Alice Waters are great.

[bunnyreaper]

Oh sorry but imagine the men with a disabled kid! I myself am disabled so im using my own disabilities as example here but you can put any disability u want)

Johnny having a daughter with Gastroparisis. Its rare and he doesn't know what it is but he heads on it and studies it,during this time he is uncharacteristicly quiet as he read book after book,study after study. He learns recipies that are easier to digest and even changes his whole diet so his baby isn't the only one eating soups or blander things when her symptoms are begining to act up. He will hold her hair back when she throws up and hold her in his arms when she has to get an iv and tubes to help her get nutrition because she hasn't been able to eat or drink anything.

Ghost with a kid with Chronic fatigue,often times she spends weeks in bed,unable to move much because she just doesn't have the energy. He will carry her from her bed to the couch,change her sheets and clean up her room. He will help her bathe and wash her hair,he will brush and braid her hair to help prevent matting. He makes sure she is still included and keeps Liquid Iv and her favorite foods on hand.

Gaz with a kid with hEDS. Her joints dislocate and partially dislocate and she is often in pain and has many other chronic illnesses stack up on her at once due to the nature of hEDS. He often has to advocate for her because many doctors don't know what it is. He has multiple binders on her health and disease. If her school refuses to work with her needs,he sues and homeschools her. He often buys stability and body braces to help keep her joints where they need to be.

Price with a kid who has POTS. He has many a salty food on him at all times and got her a dog to help alert him to her pots acting up. If she faints,he will catch her or will ensure to keep her in a safe,recovery position.

This made me smile bcs it made me think of my boyfriend. Him and his dad both have OCD, and his dad often tries to offer him support and love when it comes to this thing and it's very wholesome!!

we love a good dad, and a dad who is ready and willing to cater to all of his child's needs ❤️

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"Unforgettable soup"

A random story that popped into my head. Thanks Nim for this idea! 🫰💕 My little silly story about our Farmers: Julian (my OC), Ziana (@nimilla), Rain (@silly-farmer), and Skylar (@justashamwithwastedpotential)!

_________________________________________

It's not to say that Luau was the favourite and long-awaited holiday of absolutely everyone in the Stardew Valley, mainly because of the summer heat and piles of annoying insects. But no one turned down the opportunity to get together on a day off to chat with friends and enjoy free food and drinks.

Julian, who didn't like the heat too much, was in that category, for he had missed his friends because of workload on the Gildergreen farm. He came to the seashore when the festivities were in full swing.

Dancing and laughter all around, the smell of delicious food and steam from a huge soup pot, loud and energetic music, the sea breeze, which somehow helped to cope with this unbearable heat, Lewis, who was hanging around the Governor - everything was the same as at the first Luau.

Holding the iridium quality truffle in his hands, Julian was about to go to the stairs to add the ingredient to the soup when he heard someone calling him. Turning his head, the blond-haired boy saw Ziana waving at him. Next to her stood Rain, who was munching on seafood appetisers, and Skylar, who was enjoying a cold pineapple juice.

"We were already worried you weren't coming, Mr Julian," Ziana's golden eyes sparkled at the sight of her friend.

"I just got delayed at the farm. The melon was ripening, needed a quick picking." Julian replied, smiling at all three of them in greeting. "So, what did you all decide to put in the soup this time?"

"Gold quality red cabbage," Rain replied proudly, finishing the caviar tartlet. "It could certainly use some fresh vegetables in there."

"I added the best melon I grew on my farm. But I won't be able to taste the soup. Someone added smoked fish and I'm allergic..." Sky noticed Julian's sad look. "Don't worry, Rain made tasty fruit snacks and fresh vegetable salads, so I definitely won't go hungry!", the brown-haired girl said, immediately picking up a fruit canapé. Rain was happy to be involved in cooking for Luau.

Ziana pulled a beautiful purple mushroom out of her bag and showed everyone. "My logs gave me some very high quality mushrooms this week, so I thought I'd add these."

"Excellent!" Rain nodded approvingly, "it'll definitely add some savoury flavour."

"What about you, Julian?" Skylar, asked.

A young man with multicoloured eyes displayed a large truffle.

"Very good choice. The soup this year will definitely be unforgettable." Rain faltered slightly, forgetting that Skylar wouldn't be able to taste it, but the girl was enjoying the fruit canapés so much that she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Looks like we're the only ones who haven't added the ingredients, Mr Julian. Let's get to the potluck quickly!". Ziana was already bouncing in place with impatience, so they both headed for the soup already.

Ziana was the first one up the small stairs, throwing a purple mushroom into the huge pot. "Done!", she jumped down onto the warm sand.

Julian was already on the last step half a minute later, ready to carefully place the truffle, but ended up frozen in place and the ingredient itself dropped into the soup with a loud splashing sound.

A purple cloth with white polka dots... He recognised this thing immediately.

Only Yoba knows why, among all the residents, Lewis had asked Julian specifically to find his ' lucky shorts'. A mystery to him, and he absolutely does not want to know answer. But these clothes he could have recognised anywhere.

The poor man's appetite was completely gone.

"Is everything alright?" Ziana asked worriedly, seeing Julian turn dramatically pale. But no sooner had she heard a reply than Lewis's loud voice rang out:

"Well, is everyone ready? The Governor will honour us and be the first to taste the soup. I hope you all brought only the best ingredients!"

Julian, without a word, took Ziana's hand gently and pulled her back to the table where Rain and Sky were. "Um, Mr Julian? Is something wrong?"

"No soup for us this year," Julian didn't let go of Ziana's hand even as they approached the buffet.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Instead of answering Rain's question, Julian took her hand as well and dragged her towards the exit from the beach. "Where are we going?"

"Sky, can you take a plate of snacks with you, please?" Skylar didn't understand anything either, but immediately took the plate with all the canapés.

"What the heck happened?" Rain was getting more impatient.

And then all four of them heard shrieks and outrages behind them.

"This... This is a terrible! Horrible! Who dares to put my personal belongings in the soup?!" If the screams weren't enough, from Lewis waving his own underwear around definitely made Ziana, Rain and Skylar's faces cringe in disgust.

"Sky, get two plates of canapés." Skylar didn't need to be told twice, so all four young farmers moved away from the potluck and other residents.

They all didn't need to taste the soup for it to be unforgettable.

[hungerpunch]

throwing out a prompt but no pressure to write for it if it doesnt inspire you! the scene goes as follows: val making soup & having whomever you wish make bread in tandem to then share together. something something about love being stored in sourdough and stock.

cath beloved i would write anything 4 u. i chose seb bc he canonically learned how to bake bread during lockdown.

disclaimer: started this sober. finished it stoned. who's to say

the reason they end up at seb's is because he says the bread will take much longer than the soup. and apparently it's paramount that he use an oven he's familiar with to bake it in.

it's a bit surreal to be hoisting groceries across the threshold of sebastian vettel's notoriously private home all because of an off-handed comment valtteri made months ago. about soup and bread.

now here they are—too many texts and far too much headaching about schedules later—and the deal is that valtteri will prepare a traditional finnish soup and seb will bake some german bread. that's the extent of the plan, on paper anyway, but valtteri foresees them getting drunk afterward, too.

his welcoming party consists of a disheveled seb, covered in streaks of flour, and a wriggling chocolate lab clamoring for valtteri's attention. he very much wants to give it attention but his hands are full of bags, so he follows both seb and the bouncy dog through the labyrinth of halls and into a massive kitchen that smells of warm yeast.

"okay, okay," he giggles, setting the food on the butcher block countertop and dropping down to squat on his haunches, ruffling the dog and letting it squirm all over him, licking his face.

"that's bruno," seb calls out, "don't mind him." after valtteri has received kisses and given some intensive ear scritches, he stands back up to find seb leaning against the counter watching him fondly. bruno gives a full-body shake and trots away, nails clicking against the tile floor.

"i love dogs," valtteri says as if it needs saying. he just isn't sure how to behave in the face of seb's affectionate gaze. it's full-on and warm; familiar in a way valtteri isn't sure it should be.

seb nods. "i remember that about you, actually," he says. "you have a dalmatian, yes?"

valtteri is both shocked that seb remembers that and also instantly gripped by grief, an icy sensation as somatic as talviuinti. he hates thinking about fanni. "ah," he hesitates, "i used to. um. she went with emilia."

seb's expression knits into something regretful, something pitying. "i'm sorry. forget i said anything."

"yeah," valtteri says, "sorry, uh, no worries," he rattles nonsensically. his attention snags on the bags he brought, slouching on the countertop. "uh, let me get these supplies unpacked."

seb takes the conversational turn in stride. "yes!" he says, clapping his hands together. "i'm so excited to see what you are making."

"where are we at with the bread?" valtteri asks as he starts unloading his canvas totes: a big glass jar full of white wine fish stock that he made yesterday, a bushel of carrots, a pound of potatoes, a single leek, some herbs, and fresh salmon fillets marinating in bags of melted butter and dill.

"i prepped and did the big proof yesterday," seb is saying as he watches the contents empty onto his countertop with wide eyes, "about thirty minutes left on the final proo— dear god, this is like mary poppins," he swerves mid-sentence, laughing in disbelief.

valtteri smiles. he's secretly proud of what he has to offer; he could have grabbed store-bought fish broth but he went through the trouble to make his own, lovingly hovering like a concerned parent for hours over a simmering pot of fish bones and wine, dried mushrooms and carrots, fennel and star anise. he used his best olive oil in it, too. the stock alone would make for good soup but it wouldn't be the traditional finnish dish seb requested, and, thus, the rest.

"just a few things," he jokes, surveying the goods.

"is there anything you don't have?" 

"only the things i texted you," valtteri says, holding up two fingers: "butter and cream."

seb nods. "i got those for you. in the fridge," he motions behind him at the massive double-door miele that valtteri knows retails for nearly €20,000. valtteri knows this because he looked into getting one and then, luckily, tiffany had knocked some sense into him. "what are you making with all this?"

"lohikeitto," valtteri says, the finnish a blessed break from the relative halting rhythm of his english. "a salmon soup."

seb looks like he's genuinely interested. which makes sense, given that. well. this entire enterprise pretty much hinges on it. "sounds wonderful," he says, "and should go really well with my bread."

"which is?"

seb departs from where valtteri is stationed and wanders down the galley to a big wooden bowl that's draped with a cloth. he pulls a corner of it back and peeks inside, assessing. "it's going to be bauernbrot," he says, "a german sort of sourdough, really."

valtteri has never met a sourdough he didn't like. 

"let's get cooking, then," he says, heading for the deep kitchen sink to wash his hands. " i need knives. and a cutting block, please." 

seb produces an entire fleet of gorgeous wüsthof knives for valtteri to use; they're so surgically sharp he's sure they've been done laboriously on a whetstone rather than quickly with a rod, so he handles them delicately as he dices his way through produce. the carrots and fennel go first, sliced clean through with hardly any force, then tossed into a saute pan with a bit of butter. valtteri monitors them like a hawk as he then progressively adds everything but the fillets in. by the time it's all coming to a boil in the fish stock, seb has shaped one loaf and gotten it into the oven. it looks like he's rolling a second loaf out, now.

valtteri breaks the companionable silence that's bloomed between them as they work: "how's it going?"

seb smiles over his dough as he rolls it out, back in, back out like a tide to shore with the heels of his palms. his fingers are red from working it. "good, i think," he says, happy, "no safety cars, yet."

valtteri huffs a quiet laugh. "imagine bernd showing up."

"he has been here for dinner before!" seb says, looking up to catch valtteri's eyes with a beaming grin. "lovely guy. he would be so polite about our food."

"hey," valtteri defends, pointing with the wooden spoon he's been using to poke and stir. "there won't be need to be polite. it's going to be excellent."

seb tilts his head as if to indicate a point in valtteri's favor. "true. you're right."

valtteri smiles to himself and then gets pulled back to his pot by the dinging of his timer. it's time to cut and add the fillets.

[adlamu]

here are some things that i have learned in the last ehhh 10yrs of living alone (more or less):

best before = it is at its best until a particular date but is still safe/edible for another 28 days after that date (ie: roughly a month).

use by = it is very unsafe and very, very unwise to eat/drink that thing after the date on the packaging. you will get sick. trust me.

three options for bread keeping: i. keep it in an air-tight container (such as a bread bin), ii. keep half out and the other half in the freezer (and defrost it later), or iii. keep the bread in the fridge at all times - if it's white spots on the crust only, cut the crust off and toast the bread, if it's Green spots, it's been out longer than 2 months and you should throw it away.

bottom shelf is where you'll find the cheapest stuff, usually (can be top, but is usually bottom because the BrandsTM have to be in direct eyeline - ie: the middle).

don't trust a can? sniff test. don't trust the milk? sniff test. if it smells bad in Any way, throw it out.

sugar is fine, it doesn't go off, only throw it out if it Somehow has bugs in it.

salt is the same as above (i've had the same salt pot since 2017, it's fine).

don't buy 8p potato salad - you will absolutely regret it.

if you aren't going to eat a whole thing of something, bung it in the freezer - depending on what it is, it can last anywhere from 6 weeks to 6 months (but once you defrost it, you Have to eat it immediately).

put green bananas in direct sunlight so they ripen and then put the yellow bananas in the fridge (this will slow down spottiness process & prevent fruit flies).

if, for some reason, you have noodle seasoning packets laying around, you can use them to enhance whatever vegetable/meat-based meal you are making (it's basically stock).

if you are hungry (and i mean you are in Pain from hunger) you will end up making a meal out of whatever the fuck you have and/or eat something directly out of its container - this is fine, you're eating something and that is more than enough but also: only eat custard, rice pudding, tuna, and stuff like spam out of the can, if it's like chicken or whatever don't do that, you will get sick.

if in doubt: washing up liquid is good for cleaning p much everything (not the bathroom... just use basic bleach for that if you don't have fancy schmancy stuff).

tap water is usually fine (in the case that it is not, buy a HUGE 3L bottle of water).

a bottle of cordial lasts longer than a carton of orange juice (it's not watertok bs, believe me. ribena? godsend. vimto? godsend.).

weetabix/weetbix/wheat bisks is your best bet for cheap cereal - you add a lil sugar for flavour, maybe some fruit, and you can eat it Both hot and cold.

backpacks are best for carrying heavy objects like bottles, save the totes & reusable bags for lighter stuff if you can.

an electric kettle is your best friend - you can use it for (instant) coffee, tea, hot chocolate, instant ramen/pot noodle, instant soup, anything that is 'instant', use the kettle and you will have Something to fill your belly up.

don't overthink stuff - meal prep if you want but don't overthink it, especially if you're living by yourself - you don't wanna plan a whole roast dinner when it's just you, so get enough stuff for 1 person.

yes the cheap stuff is literally the same as the brand stuff (i get it if you're nd and you can only have Certain foods but this is more for the nts), it's not a conspiracy (fuck you shane dawson and your classist fuckery), it's the same stuff because it's made in the same place, usually.

if you're worried about prices, use a calculator on your phone and then you can put back whatever is making your basket/trolley overbudget BEFORE you get to the checkout.

i don't care what tiktok moms or whatever the fuck are saying, you do not need that super expensive brand thing - it's usually got less portions and doesn't last anywhere near as long as you think it does. just because it tastes good doesn't mean it's gonna last you the week/month.

if you can buy it frozen, do so - it's usually cheaper and lasts far, far longer.

ASK FOR HELP. I KNOW YOU ARE PRIDEFUL AND AFRAID OF THE STIGMA BUT ASK FOR HELP IF YOU NEED TO BUY GROCERIES. IT IS OKAY TO ASK. IT IS OKAY TO GO TO THE FOOD BANK AND ASK FOR HELP. IT IS OKAY TO ASK SOMEONE (FRIEND/FAMILY MEMBER/SOMEONE YOU TRUST) FOR HELP WHEN YOU NEED IT.

[jenyifer]

Red Flag Boys into the Soup

So I fucked up my sleep schedule again. And as usual my go to go back to sleep comfort show is Theory of Love. Gun cries I cry we have a good time. But because BostonNick lay heavy on my soul at the moment I can’t help but Compare Boston and Khai. Both playboys who are blind to the one who loves them the most and they hurt that person over and over again. So Boston and Khai maybe… have some fun in the soup pot (jk Boston would destroy Khai tbh)

Khai is much better off than Boston in a lot of aspects. Mainly he does keep his friend group. Even when Two and Bone are really on Thirds side they don’t completely abandon their shithead friend. Boston loses EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. Khai does “lose” Third but it’s only in visuals only Third continues to love Khai even when he’s pushing back in Khai’s eyes in the second half of the series. Third doesn’t actively seek anyone else he just throws himself into his art trying to mask his pain in accepting that Khai will never want to be with him.

Boston and Khai both don’t realize their feelings for their partners until the end stretch. But while Khai always had feelings for Third even if he couldn’t identify what they were. Khai feels empty wrong without Third and he loves spoiling third by doing his YouTube show or feeding him snacks. Khai just doesn’t know his feelings because he is a bisexual mess who doesn’t realize it yet. Boston had to learn grow feelings for Nick. BostonNick we get to see the progression of Boston wanting to push things a step further each time.

Boston does win over Khai in the punishing their partner department. Now I need to make things clear here we are talking about series Khai and Boston not the book version because book Khai really doesn’t torture Third constantly. Boston is aware of Nick’s feelings for him. He doesn’t try to discourage them. He probably would have been happily delusionally moving their relationship into more and more boyfriends status if the audio hadn’t come out. Boston didn’t want to hurt Nick. Nick stabbed him in the back first. Boston never claimed to be in a closed relationship with Nick so Boston sleeping with Top wasn’t a purposeful attack on Nick. Khai on the other hand does purposefully hurt Third multiple times. The one that hurts me the most was Khai bringing a girl home while he and Third are roomies and leaving the door to his room open. He knew thirds feelings at this point so it’s just cruel. Boston does verbally fight back against Nick at the Halloween party it’s very pointed and deliberate. Boston wanted to end things cleanly with Nick despite his lingering feelings we see he has when he’s looking at their photo at the bar. Boston could have been a lot worse. He wasn’t.

Boston also wins in the reconciliation category. Boston seeks Nick out after nick makes his final goodbyes. I love how Boston apologized to Nick in the phone isle. It was very beautiful and careful. He didn’t say “I need you” or “I’m sorry” he showed Nick he cared and wanted the door open for them. He acknowledged his flaws and left things in Nicks court. Khai doesn’t do this he basically bull runs his way back into Thirds life making it impossible for third to do anything. After Khai’s accident he does try to be a better friend until they get together at the end. But he doesn’t trust Third to still love him.

Idk I just thought it was interesting to compare my red flag babies. I think I’d take Boston over Khai. Khai is much more sneaky and insidious in the way he manipulates Third. Boston is Honest. Boston knows he isn’t the best for Nick but he’s trying to be there for him. Trying his best to learn how to love someone.

[xythlia]

Pls may we have the soup recipe 🛐

lol yes!

ingredients

6 red bell peppers

6 tomatoes

1 white onion

5 cloves garlic

Olive oil

msg, pepper, basil, red pepper flakes, rosemary (about 1 teaspoon each, the rosemary u should be VERY light handed with use less than a teaspoon, it's a pungent herb and can easily ruin dishes if u use too much)

8 cups stock

1 and a half bags cheese tortellini

Heavy cream for drizzle

Instructions

Rough chop your veggies and spread them all out on a baking pan, drizzle with oil, sprinkle your seasonings and mix with your hands until everything is nice and coated but make sure to spread it all out in an even layer when you're finished mixing

Roast at 400 degrees until they're slightly brown, you don't need them crispy or too browned/burnt (about 10 ish minutes make sure you're checking them tho for a golden color, it's one of those when you see it you'll know things)

Take the pan out and transfer everything into a blender, blend until smooth. This is the base of your soup (it's also good to remember you can do this with a lot of meals esp if you're a picky eater/have picky eaters in ur family but want to make sure veggies are being eaten. blending them up smooth can help with trying new things a lot, it makes it much less intimidating). Scoop that shit out into a large soup pot and add in your stock, I used chicken stock for a little more flavor but veggie stock works just fine for this too. Add in a lil extra seasoning, you wanna remember to taste while you cook it's one of the most important things in cooking so if the base is a little lacking in flavor sprinkle in some extra now

Let it simmer on medium heat about 15 minutes, make sure you're watching it and stirring consistently every few minutes you don't want it burning to the bottom. After 15 minutes add your tortellini, if you're using frozen ones make sure they've been thawing on the counter for a bit otherwise adding frozen ones straight in will mean a much longer wait time to make sure they're thawing and cooking through completely (plus the excess water from the freezing can throw off the soup base). Let it continue to simmer for another 10-15 minutes

Once everything is nicely cooked through you can kill the heat and serve, the heavy cream is for an optional drizzle in the soup it's not a necessary ingredient just if you're feeling fancy with your presentation. This goes best with a crusty bread, im someone who craves texture in meals and soups can be tricky since there's very little texture variety so bread is always a good thing to have with these dishes if ur also a texture freak like me

but tada now you have a nice tortellini soup!

[sanguine-tenshi]

I took a cooking class and here's some things I didn't know about.

you only need two knifes, a big one (so you can cut through bones) and a little one (there is also the possible third knife, the bendy one, but that's only if you really like fish AND you wanna put in the time to get used to it)

get your knifes professionally sharpened, cutting anything (except bones, and even then you are doing more of a chiropractor type push into the knife) shouldn't require ANY effort on your part, as soon as you need to put strength behind your cuts you increase risk of injury (no you and your little stick aren't doing anything)

wash knives in cold water by hand and with little soap so the edge maintains for longer

fire is the easiest to cook on, temperature changes are quick and you also have a visual to guesstimate temperature

electric is worst, takes forever to change temperature (really good for rice tho, heat up on highest and once it starts boiling set down to lowest and cover)

induction is best, quick temperature changes and extremely safe, however very expensive

if your specific induction stove top doesn't work with your specific pans just find a guy to weld you a slab of iron to the bottom (yes this works, yes we used these during the class, yes these are professional career chefs)

don't be afraid of things sticking to the bottom of your pan, take your wooden spoon and scrape, that's where the flavor comes from

do not use store bought spice mixes they make all your food taste the exact same

you don't have to spice everything, just salt is fine, everything has it's own flavor, do try to enjoy it instead of drowning it out with the same three spices.

rice tastes so much better if you use ANY kind of soup stock instead of plain water

soup stock is the easiest thing to make, take any bones and veggie cutoffs, throw them in a pot, drown them and make soup stock

cooking recipes are guidelines, baking recipes are rules

all chefs have thick sexy forearms, it's not a requirement but a side effect