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crunchy-soup222 · 1 year
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shaadiwish · 1 year
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Check Out These Sabyasachi Grooms As They Married In A Beautiful Intimate Wedding In Italy. For More Such Trends And Ideas, Stay Tuned With ShaadiWish.
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noname21sstuff-blog · 7 months
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Four Seasons Hotel Abu Dhabi Welcomes Chef Chicco Cerea to Café Milano for the City’s Exceptional Chefs Series, October 7, 2023
Spotlighting Abu Dhabi as the culinary capital of the Middle East with a five-course menu of Italian specialties created just for the occasion @FSAbuDhabi @CafeMilano
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suchananewsblog · 1 year
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Cooking Beyond Boundaries: Chef Gaggan Anand's Most Honest Interview Yet
The moment you meet chef Gaggan Anand, you realise he is a force to reckon with in the culinary world. A breezy and welcoming spot of calm amidst hubris of activity, Chef Anand is known to showcase Indian food in an all-new avatar at the global level. The Michelin-starred chef has come to Delhi for a 20-day special residency at the Hyatt Regency, where he will be curating an exclusive 25-course…
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hyunpic · 2 days
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hyunjin on bubble: baby hyunjin is so cute
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atmilliways · 5 months
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written for ‘Pine’ | wc: 508 | rated: T Kind of a time travel fic, kind of a future fic. Established relationship, but also not. With a whiff of mutual pining.
Eddie is cold. He’s so fucking cold, clutched in Henderson’s arms. 
And then he isn’t. 
He’s hot, dripping sweat instead of blood. Standing, feet aching like he’s been on them all day. Everything is light and heat and noise, the clanging of metal and the sizzle and smell of things cooking, people bustling. He sways on his feet, and—
“You okay, chef?”
It’s too much. Eddie’s eyes roll back, gone before he even falls.
He wakes in a soft bed, softer than he’s ever felt in his entire life. It smells of pine-scented laundry detergent, weed smoke, and comfort. 
“Eds?” Steve Harrington leans over him with concern and relief in his eyes, and something warm that chases the last of the cold from Eddie’s blood. He’s clasping Eddie’s hand in both of his.
Something’s off, though. Steve looks . . . older. And damn good in glasses, but since when did Steve Harrington need glasses?
“You passed out at work, babe.”
Babe.
Babe.
“King Steve holding my hand,” Eddie mumbles. “I’m either dreaming or dead.”
“. . . Oh.” Steve’s grip tightens, reminding Eddie that, oh yeah, he can hear him. Maybe not a dream, if he doesn’t get to have his privacy when thinking out loud. “Okay, so this is happening. Uh. . . . What year do you think it is?”
Eddie frowns. It’s 1986, but. . . . When he looks down at himself there are scars and unfamiliar tattoos and, weirdly, a distinct lack of one nipple on his own chest. Why is he shirtless?
His silence seems answer enough, because Steve nods. “Okay. You told me this was going to happen, just weren’t sure when. The last thing you remember is the Upside Down, right? Bats?”
The bats. Eddie shudders with his entire body. 
“Okay,” Steve says again, smoothing his thumbs over the knuckles and palm of Eddie’s hand. “You’re going to be fine, Eds. This is just a blip.” He offers an awkward smile. “But you’re going to go back, and it’s going to really hurt for a while but you’re going to be fine. Just do your stretches, I remember how much you hated that shit but it’s important.”
Eddie can’t wrap his head around what Steve is saying. His voice is small when he asks, “Will I still be able to play?”
The smile firms up, genuine. “Yeah. Not quite as good as before, we all know how important your left nipple was for that, but. You have guitars all over the damn place, really clutters up our apartment.”
“Our?” Eddie croaks. 
Another squeeze of his hand. “Yeah. Don’t leave me hanging too long when you get back, okay?”
He wants to ask more, but sleep is tugging at him and the bed is so soft. 
He wakes up in a hospital bed, and the Steve Harrington he knows is asleep in the visitor’s chair, hand on the sheet next to Eddie’s. 
And Eddie, not wanting to leave him hanging, breathes through the pain as he reaches to hold it.
(also on Ao3)
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kdbleu · 10 months
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We all get that Carmy doesn't care about the Michelin stars at EMP because he didn't earn them. He retained them. The disdain for the difference is clear in his voice.
But he'd earn stars for Sydney. He'd die for his own stars, but he'd do anything the universe asked to get stars for her. Because like offering Sydney the restaurant at the end of season one, all Carmy has is the talent to earn to stars. His talent and focus, his grit are all he has to give her. So he will die trying to earn Michelin stars for her, for them.
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sudsyv2 · 1 year
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Ghost giving soap a matching worn out pair of his own gloves, it’s smaller and fit perfectly on soap!
Normally, when people receive gloves they’re brand new and never used. But something about ghost handing soap his old gloves that he can’t fit anymore? It makes soap so happy. Especially when he tries them on, it was a perfect fit. He felt like that princess with the glass shoe right now. It was worn down, obviously, but they were still warm. Soap could see the stretches and small cuts on the gloves too. Nevertheless he puts them on and thanks ghost, placing a quick kiss on the others masked face. (He was on his tippy toes but if you say anything about it to him he will fight you)
Anyways ghost is a simp and loves having his bf wear things of his. Ghosts given soap a jacket with the initials “S.R” and has never felt more smug as he watched his bf parade around with those initials on him. (He had once bought a custom made choker with S.R on them and has gifted them to soap, sue him for thinking his bf looks hot in chokers)
let me be i have to cook my own fluff and I’d say I’m a five star chef
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b1nks · 7 months
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Random DP idea that won’t leave my brain
So when Danny and Jazz were little Jack and Maddie weren’t all ways the most attentive parents and would sometimes forget to make dinner and when they did it was sentient and really aggressive and so Jazz learned how to cook for her family very young and would often make Danny lunch and Jack and Maddie little meals for when they were working for days straight and when Danny was older Jazz taught him so he could provide for himself when she was busy this especially came in handy when she became more busy with school not to mention Danny was really good at it and they would make things together for bonding purposes this pretty much stopped after the accident until a few months later after Danny tells jazz about phantom and one night after patrol he finds jazz in the kitchen with tons of baking supplies and they spend all night making cookies this re invokes Dannys love of cooking and then they make it a weekly thing jazz always makes sure to have time for Danny and hers little cooking session anyway was this a super long way to say I think Danny’s an awesome chef yes
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hussyknee · 1 month
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FYI if you're watching MasterChef Australia, the Sri Lankan Australian contestant Savi is a friend of mine and kind of a stealth idol because everything I seem to be online (a ball-busting, bombastic, proudly brown, unapologetically fat, sexy decolonizer lady) she actually is irl. It's funny because she was a few grades below me and found me intimidating when we were in school and now I'm the one perpetually in awe of her. Do watch if you can and root for her! She's a delight!
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useless-catalanfacts · 10 months
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Carme Ruscalleda is the female cook in the world who has been awarded the most Michelin stars: a total of 7.
Born in 1952 in Sant Pol de Mar (a small coastal town in Barcelona Metropolitan Ambit, Catalonia), she came from a family of farmers and started working in her family's shop, which was a butcher's. There, she started preparing ready food for take away, and developed her passion for cooking.
In 1988, she and her husband opened their restaurant Sant Pau in their hometown Sant Pol de Mar. Their mix of traditional Catalan and Mediterranean cuisine with avantguarde and creative cooking brought them great success and recognition. In 2004, she opened a Sant Pau restaurant in Tokyo (Japan). She has also written many recipe books for both professionals and non-professionals.
Nowadays, she is considered one of the most innovative cooks in the world and is the woman who has been awarded the most Michelin stars. Last week, the University of Barcelona made her Doctor honoris causa in recognition of her work.
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didsomeonesaybuffet · 1 month
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Hiiii I've just posted chapter 1 of my Hell's Kitchen AU where Dean is competing, and Cas is a sous chef. Here's a snippet for you:
If You Can't Stand the Heat...
Walking into the dining room for the first time, Dean felt a wave of terror that he hadn’t anticipated. Suddenly he felt wildly out of place, and shoved his hands into his pockets in the hopes that their shaking wouldn’t give him away to the others as someone weak to pick off. 
They gathered around the kitchen’s pass in a semicircle, that heady mixture of arrogance and bravado that had followed some of the group from the bus was beginning to subside, sending nervous ripples through the group. Dean rocked backward on his heels a little, hoping to appear nonchalant. He was seriously considering walking straight back out through the front doors and hitching a ride to a gas station Bobby might pick him up from when he heard footsteps in the corridor behind the kitchen. A sharp elbow caught him in the ribs, and his head snapped to the left where his eyes found Charlie beaming up at him, almost vibrating with excitement. He smiled back, some of his nerves abating. 
The footsteps in the corridor materialized as Chef Crowley strode into the kitchen and walked up to face the group from behind the pass. He was a little shorter than Dean had expected, though he had no doubt that infamous personality more than made up for that. 
‘Welcome to Hell’s Kitchen!’ Crowley smiled as he said it, but it was devious more than it was friendly. The group applauded and some cheered, though Dean was having a little trouble breathing enough to remain conscious, let alone cheer. He’d followed Crowley’s career for years, studying his recipes and keeping track of his accolades, hoping that one day he’d see his own name in similar headlines and articles. ‘Each of you had been selected out of the thousands of applicants from all across America; you showed potential, talent and passion in your applications, and I have high hopes for each of you. With that said, it’s time for you to cook your signature dish. I want to see what you’re about. 
‘Before you get into the kitchen, I’d like to introduce you to your sous chefs. For the red team, he’s a celebrated and highly awarded chef with five Michelin stars, most recently for the incredible desserts at his flagship restaurant Angel’s Food Cake on the east coast. Everyone please welcome Castiel Novak.’ Applause and cheers broke out among the group of chefs as Castiel walked through the back door to the kitchen and made his way to stand beside chef Crowley. His gaze swept across the chefs crowded in front of him, appraising each of them in turn. His eyes rested on Dean for a moment before Crowley began to speak again. 
Read more on AO3 (please please please please)
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fatuismooches · 4 months
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NOOOOO HURTING HIM!!!! GIVE HIM YUMMY FOOD!!! if i knew how to cook (everytime I try I mess something up ;_;) I would be the best housewife for him 😊 I would make him so many yummy treats.. Enrichment for the Dottore C: yippe!!!!!
also.. I'm just imagining a reader that will just get Zandik food that he mentioned he wants to try..
he'll be like "hmm... this looks good." and the reader will have it in their hands immediately with a big smile. IDK.. my brainrot so big there are mushrooms growing on my head.
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I promise it was just one time!! You only feed your lover the most scrumptious food of course!! 😭🥺 Definitely becomes a love language for you, you didn't expect to be cooking this much, but with Dottore's tendency to skip meals and create distasteful meals... you had to do something! (Even if it meant taking on all the extra responsibilities and restocking the fridge and all of that stuff... I just know Zandik is one lucky mf when he wakes up midday after weeks of consecutively pulling all-nighters to a delicious smell wafting around the dorm... bro devours it in seconds and looks at you expectantly for more...)
Reader doesn't play when it comes to feeding their bf good food... since Dottore never cared much about food as long as it sustained his body, whenever he shows interest in something (besides sweets) you hop on it immediately... secretly checking his expression, and making notes to make it homemade next time instead... you like seeing him research with a full stomach instead of hearing both his mouth and tummy grumble...
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candiedfright · 1 month
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before i found ur art i thought ppl were being dramatic when they said they wanted to eat something like art but now i completely get it
only the best quality dishes in my restaurant sugar however i recommend taking small bites with a good chunk of waiting in between each one lest you develop sickness from eating too quickly and spontaneously combust
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athousandbyeol · 1 year
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it's just a picture but they are SERVING
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