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The Evil Ghost Tyrant wants to Make Me His Heir? But I’m a sixteen year-old halfa!

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Chapter 1: No More Vegan Fridays

Original Prompt: Pariah Dark decides Danny has all the qualities he wants in an heir and forcibly adopts him. (Danny can either lose the fight to put him back in the Sarcophagus, Pariah can get out again later, or something else can happen.)

It was a normal day in Amity Park, well as normal as things could get in the nation's most haunted city. The Lunch Lady had made the first ghostly pack with Casper High’s superintendent. He would allow her to curate and serve the menu for the rest of Casper High’s existence, in exchange for protecting the student body from ghosts, the Guys in White, and other threats. And Danny was loving every moment of it.

For the first time in two years he almost felt normal again. His grades were above a D+, he could eat lunch without worry, and even Dash’s bullying had let up. The Lunch Lady had instituted a no bullying zone in the cafeteria, and would drag any offending student into the kitchen and force them to clean her dishes. Danny could only smile in delight as Dash was dragged through the room, through the lunch line, over the counter, and into the kitchen by a tentacle made of raw frozen meat (It had a plastic glove on the end, which meant it was safe to serve food. Nobody knew if that was true, but who was going to ask, not Danny!).

It had been a stroke of guinness to suggest the idea to her. And this time Sam didn’t even come up with it first. Nothing could go wrong.

“That woman is on my last nerve!” Sam slammed her tray on the table.

“What did Paulina do this time?” Tucker asked between mouthfuls of sloppy joes.

“It’s not Paulina, it’s the lunch lady, she refuses to accommodate vegetarian or non-meat eating students in her food planning,” Sam grumbled. If Danny’s eyes were not connected to his body, the two balls would roll out of his head and run a marathon.

“Doesn't she have a salad you can choose instead of the main dish?” Danny said.

“Half the time the salad has chicken or ham in it,” Sam said.

“Yeah, Sam, that is what we call a chicken caesar salad or a chef’s salad.” Tucker began to eat his second sloppy joe.

“Tucker you know I can’t eat meat, this is discrimination!”

“No discrimination is if she refused to provide kosher meat, which by the way, she has kosher meat in the back. You just got to ask for it. You just choose to not eat meat.”

“I choose not to eat meat because it’s the right thing to do for our dying planet! The meat industry contributes more than 60% of greenhouse gasses in all of food production. Your obsession with killing poor animals is causing our planet to die, Tucker.”

“You know the more you say that the less of an impact it has. Plus my parents split a cow with our neighbor at the local butcher. We don’t buy meat from the store.”

“How privileged of you. Many don’t have that choice, they have to buy from Wally-world and the Buck General.”

“And how would changing the lunch menu change that?” Tucker bowed his head down and began licking the remaining sloppy joe off the lunch tray.

“It would be a step in the right direction and -”

“Tucker, have you ever wondered why every girl rejects you?” Danny had enough of this.

“I think they are threatened by my manly aura,” Tucker had meat and juice running down his chin and staining his shirt. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering,” Danny said.

“Well wonder no longer, for I have a plan for getting a date for junior prom,” Tucker Said.

“Woah woah woah, don’t try to change the subject! This is a very serious issue!” Sam said.

“Sam, you have enough money that you could get a vegan dish delivered to the school every day. Why does it matter if she makes sloppy joes once in a while?” Danny said.

“Because, she has no good alternatives for those who don’t have the money to buy lunches from restaurants every day,”

“What does Paulina think of this?” Tucker asked, washing his face with a pocket wet wipe that appeared to be used. Or maybe they came pre-stained now?

“One, that is gross. And two, my girlfriend agrees with me. There should be a good alternative for anyone who doesn't want to eat meat.”

“Didn’t we discuss this two years ago when you convinced the school to do vegan Fridays or something?” Danny said.

“I know what happened two years ago but this is different. She made a pact with the school to not harm students. So, now she has to listen to reason.” Sam said.

“Sam, I'm sorry but that’s not gonna happen.” Tucker said. Danny agreed with him, it was hard enough going through the pact talks between the Lunch Lady and the school board. Her having a no meat day? Sam would have a better time convincing a boomer to have empathy.

“That is where you’re wrong. I have started a petition to convince her to start offering tofu based dishes. I already have fifteen signatures,” Sam held out the paper, and Danny could see that Paulina had made the cheerleading team sign it.

“I wish you luck,” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny.”

“You’re welcome Sam.”

“Well don’t come to Danny and I when she turns you into next week's lunch,” Tucker said.

“She can’t harm the students. If a ghost violates a ghostly pact a part of their core breaks off. And for weaker ghosts that could mean a final death,” Danny said.

“She could wait till graduation day to turn you into ground meat,”

“You know Tucker, I’ll start taking advice from you when you stop caring around used wet wipes.”

“I’m being eco-friendly. Reduce, reuse, recycle Sam.”

“You do know you have to do the last part eventually right? You can’t keep the same rag for more than a week?”

“Don’t worry. This one is only a week old,” Sam and Danny gagged. “I’m joking! I’ve only had this today, and it's still moist! Did you two actually think I would do that?”

“Do we have to answer that?” Danny sighed. He leaned back on the table’s bench, resting his eyes in a sliver of afternoon sun that shined through the cafeteria’s tall windows. When a shadow came over him, blocking the sunlight. “This is a no bullying zone Dash,” Danny said..

“Danny…” Sam said, before leaning over and slapping his shoulder.

“DANIEL JAMES FENTON, OR SHOULD I SAY YOUNG PHANTOM!” A deep voice boomed over the school.

Pariah Dark, King of the Ghost Zone stood at the window, his bleach white face taking up most of the window pane.

Jumping to his feet Danny yelled, “How did you get out?”

“CEASE CHILD, FOR I AM NAUGHT HERE FOR BATTLE. NAY, I HAVE COME FOR A REASON OF MY OWN CREATION. NOW LISTEN TO ME, FOR I HAVE GROWN OLD AND WEARY AND WISH TO SEE ANOTHER TAKE OVER IN MY STEAD. A PRINCE OF THE GHOST ZONE THAT WILL CONTINUE MY EFFORTS,” Pariah spoke.

Tendrils of frozen glove-covered meat swept across the laminate flooring, shielding students from the sight of the King’s large blood red eyes. From the wall of meat, The Lunch Lady floated towards them, her large green body shaking like a leaf.

“Your Majesty,” Her voice was small and quiet, for once true to the old woman she was. “I’m afraid I can not allow you to talk to students without their parents permission first. I-I would suggest you go to the main office and sign yourself in. Please!”

“BEGONE WOMAN, FOR I HAVE NOT GIVEN YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK!”

“I cannot sir. You m-might be king b-b-buttt…” Her hands were twisted in her dress, sweat began dripping down her face. “You need to follow school rules! The rules are in place to protect the children, and, and, and it’s my jo-b-b to” Pariah’s gaze focused upon her. “Protect them.” Tears freely flowed from her eyes. Danny watched his first real enemy, turned into a babbling old woman, putting on a very brave face.

“YOU DARE TO THREATEN ME? I HAVE NOT COME BRING VIOLENCE AMONG YOU BUT IF THIS FOOLISHNESS PERSIT I WILL BE FORCED TO REMIND YOU WHO IS KING!”

“How about you pick on someone your own size!” Danny yelled. He stood in front of the old woman, arms ready.

“I AM MERELY PUTTING HER IN HER PLACE,”

“Well maybe it's time someone showed you your place!” White rings shined from his waist, and covered his body, turning his clothes into a black jumpsuit and his hair a vibrant white. The cafeteria erupted into murmurs and whispers.

A red head in the back yelled, “I told y'all so!”

This business was quickly left behind as Danny flew through the air, phasing his body through the window and sending a blot of green energy into Pariah’s remaining eye.

“AUGH! DO YOU NOT LISTEN?” He yelled.

“According to my teachers, no,” now outside, he could see that the King had to kneel to see through the window.

Rising to his full height, the Ghost King stood a head taller than Casper High’s famous clock tower. Danny thought that if the King was a tad taller, his ego would form its own gravitational pull.

Fire lashed out, spreading through the air. His body twisted around the flames before plugging close to the grass. Black filled his vision as a gloved hand grabbed him.

“LET ME TEACH YOU YOUR FIRST LESSON!” Pariah said.

“Can you say that a little louder? I don’t think the Chinese heard you!”

“Sorry. Let this be the first lesson I teach you, to listen when another is speaking,” pariah’s voice dropped several volumes. “I, Pariah Dark, King of the Ghost Zone, wish to name you my heir.”

“What? Why? I locked you back in that box!”

“That is one of the reasons I have made this decision. Only you were strong enough to assemble an army of other ghosts, attack my castle, and defeat me. That should be enough to prove your worthiness. Now let us go to my castle. We have many things to discuss and many lessons I must teach you before you take the throne.”

“How about no! I’m only sixteen! I haven’t even gotten my driver's license yet!”

“You will not need any human tools in the Ghost Zone.”

“I haven’t graduated high school yet!”

“Fright Knight can teach you about battle strategies and the castle has many books on politics.”

“Well… I deny your claim!” Danny’s eyes shot green bolts into Pariah’s hand. With a shout Danny was free from his grasp. “And I refuse to be your Heir!”

“I am offering you control over the entire Ghost Zone boy!”

“And I said no! I'd rather hang out with the Box Ghost!”

“One day you will change your mind boy! And I will be waiting!” Pariah’s body was engulfed in flames, his form disappeared in its bright light before the flames extinguished themselves.

“I didn’t think it would be that easy,” He mumbled to himself.

“FENTON! Or wait, PHANTOM! No, augh, Moby Dick, DANIEL FENTON PHANTOM! GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I GIVE YOU A YEAR'S WORTH OF DETENTION!” Lancer screamed from the ground.

“Oh boy. I’m in for it now.”

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BANG! BOOM! SHREECHH! Legacies had to be maintained and preserved for future generations. Which require vigorous upkeep and gentle care, both had been neglected in Castle Dark for over a thousand years. Skeleton warriors and unlucky ghosts had been forced into its reconstruction. They filled the empty halls with a calamity of sounds and dust. Tarps covered anything that was worth protecting. A few Skeletons had started a burn pile in the dead garden. The fire was fueled by decaying furniture, tapestries, mold filled books, and dead plants.

Pariah stood at his balcony observing the flames below. His black armor had been replaced with a black undershirt and black leggings. While time had taken its toll on the castle, Pariah's all black wardrobe had survived. The royal chambers had not, and everything was replaced with items he ransacked from the older halfa’s domain. The gaudy green and golds were thrown into vats of black dye, before they were allowed to be in his castle. Whatever couldn’t be dyed was painted gold. Pariah examined his new room, and while he did not understand what memory foam was, he enjoyed the feel of it upon his back. Too bad its previous owner was not something the king enjoyed. Pariah thought the older halfa was a conniving rat, sneaking its way into power and posing whoever got in his way. Killing with poison or other sneaky means was below Pariah, he preferred to fight in an open battlefield. Where he could see the life drain from his enemies eyes.

If only the younger halfa would let him teach him this. Pariah sighed, for the announcement had gone terribly. He had considered smacking the boy but according to the Fright Knight, this day and age frowned upon beating children. Speaking of the Knight.

“Fright Knight!” Pariah called.

“Yes, your Highness?” The knight appeared in a haze of purple smoke and flames. His armor carried on the ends of his smoke trails, waiting for its owner to reassemble itself before the master of the castle.

“I require your advice once again. For I went to young Phantom and proclaimed his right to rule. Yet the boy rejected me! What does your book tell of situations like this?”

“The book? Let me see,” Fright Knight pulled a white book from the depth of his shadows. Its cover read “How to Discipline your Children without Spanking or Hitting” in bright blue letters. “It says that if a child is of the age to be reasoned with, one should try to reason with the child, walking them through the pros and cons of a situation. One should also be open to feedback and comments the child might make. For a child will not follow a situation that does not benefit them as well.”

“I do not understand. Prince is the second highest title in all of the Ghost Zone, no other would deny such a request.”

“The young can be quite foolish you Highness, maybe if you explained to him what a privilege this chance is? The young today like to have things laid out for them. It may also be good to mention that he would not be able to freely leave the Ghost Zone once the coronations happen.”

“I can already foresee him objecting to that.”

“But if you let him know now, he is more likely to trust you. Plus it might be good if you let your wife and husband know before you bring the boy here.”

“I am sure my husband already knows, and if he had any objections he would’ve shown himself by now. As for my wife, I find it easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Additionally her and the young Phantom are similar enough that I foresee them getting along quite well.”

“Before or after her anger resides?”

“I- '' Pariah’s word drawled out into an unsure silence. “I have already destroyed the sarcophagus of forever sleep, and I doubt she would actually kill me.”

“Your Highness, the Queen would never attack your core. But I fear her words are much sharper than her flames. As for your husband, I have heard rumors that he is mentoring the young Phantom.”

“That is probably why he has not interfered yet, Fright Knight. He is waiting for me to bring the child into our family. Once the two of them apologize for locking me in that damn box.”

“Your Highness may I be blunt with you?”

“Depends on how blunt you intend to be?”

“Then I will conceal my comments.”

“A wise choice. Now before Phantom comes we will need to pick a title for him. Each Ghost King has had a title. Solomon was the blessed, Caesar was the Terrible, Wu Zetian the graceful, TenKamenin the Great, and myself the Dark one. Phantom will need a title that describes him,” Pariah said.

“Sir, you forgot King Henry the tiny.”

“I will not acknowledge the fool who dared to try and steal the throne from me.”

“Of course, my liege, forget my words. May I suggest Prince Phantom the white? It would contrast your title of dark.”

“No, my heir must have a more impressive title.”

“Prince Phantom the hero prince?”

“Bah! Too long, suggest another one.”

“Prince Phantom the undaunted?”

“Perfect! That will be the name we spread throughout the lands!”

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wardenparker · 2 years

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From Dorne, with Love - part 5

Oberyn Martell x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Your little sister is marrying her fairy tale princess on the exotic desert island nation of Dorne. Your soon-to-be sister-in-law’s playboy uncle is the other member of the wedding party along with you, but will your opposite approaches to life drive you apart before the ceremony even begins? Or is it possibly the beginning of a future you never thought possible?

Rating: T for Teen, but this blog is *always* 18+ Word Count: 4k Warnings: *Some instances of reader being pig-headedly stubborn and some ‘ugly American’ moments, but we learn and grow in this house. Another one of our patented shitty families.* Cursing, food, unplanned pregnancy. Summary: Lily and Aja are coming over for dinner after their extravagant six-week honeymoon. Unfortunately, the mood is not all sunshine and rainbows as you share your news with your sister and her wife. Notes: This week will have two posts, so enjoy this wee little chapter before more excitement on Friday!

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Epilogue

Lasagna is Lily’s favourite food. It always has been, ever since she was little. Every birthday she wanted a lasagna because it was like having cake for dinner before the cake she got for dessert. The equally nostalgic Caesar salad you have chilling in the refrigerator will get freshly baked rosemary croutons, but the lasagna you’ve assembled will be the pièce de résistance to Lily and Aja’s welcome back dinner. After four weeks on a globetrotting honeymoon and two weeks back in Dorne to make sure everything was ship shape in their new house in the middle of downtown Sunspear - a wedding present from Aja’s father - the newlyweds are coming back to New York. Not for long, of course, but to pack up their apartment in the Village so they can start their new lives together. It might be the last time you get to see Lily for a long time, and that breaks your heart.

Unfortunately, heartbroken is a familiar feeling these days. In the six weeks since coming home from Dorne, it’s almost the only thing you’ve felt. The pervasive melancholy has affected everything, and even your boss had taken you aside at work a few weeks after you got back to ask if everything was okay. Yes, of course everything was perfectly alright. You’re just sad.

And then sad gave way to feeling sick, and you figured it might be time to talk to your doctor about seeing a therapist. Not because being sad necessarily meant you were depressed, but because if you were so sad that it was making you ill, then there might be another issue. And…well…there was.

Congratulations. Your doctor had smiled when she delivered the news. Congratulations. You had cried yourself to sleep that night with fear and worry, terrified of what might come next.

Now the sonogram hangs on the fridge alongside your shopping list and a few family photos, and sometimes you just stare at it. A baby. You’re going to have a baby. His baby.

Shit.

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“I can’t wait to see her again.” Lily is practically skipping up the stairs to your fourth walk up. “Hopefully that week with Oberyn was just what she needed to reset her social life.” She squeezes her wife’s hand. “Although I know you are hoping she’s pining for him.”

“I’m telling you; I haven’t seen him like that since I was a teenager.” Aja takes the stairs two at a time to keep up with her energetic, short-legged wife. “He’s got their picture up on his desk. He’s writing again. I know he misses her.”

“I don’t know Aj, are you sure?” Lily isn’t quite as sure of Oberyn’s longing for her sister as the other woman is. “Selvin was there when we got home.”

“Selvin is always there.” On the fourth floor, Aja turns left down the hall and wraps her arm around Lily’s waist while they walk. “He’s Aunt Mel’s favourite cousin. He practically lives at the palace, so I’m not convinced it means anything.”

“I guess.” Her tone tells Aja she’s less sure, but she doesn’t say anything else as the two women stand in front of your door, multiple coats of paint slightly peeling and numerous locks signifying it was an apartment in New York City.

“I won’t bring it up.” Aja promises, knocking twice and ringing the malfunctioning bell twice like they do every time they arrive at your place. “But if she asks, I’m going to tell her what I think.”

It takes less than thirty seconds for you to fling open your front door and throw your arms around both women to drag them inside. “God, I missed you guys,” you mumble, not willing to let them go quite yet. “How was the honeymoon? Tell me everything.”

“It was good.” Lily’s grin is wide. “If we were a hetero couple, we would have come back pregnant.” She giggles. “Fiji was just beautiful.”

“Sun, fun, and fucking.” The smile you shoot your sister as they drop their bags on the bench by your door is rueful. “Sounds perfect.”

“It was perfect. And our new place in Dorne is gorgeous. You have to see it!” Lily sighs happily. “I honestly didn’t want to leave Fiji.”

“You’ll have to go back. Anniversary or a birthday or maybe just for a Tuesday.” You poke at her playfully. “I dunno, you’re royal now. Can you do things like arbitrarily decide to go to Fiji on a Tuesday when you’re royal?”

Aja rolls her eyes. “We have duties, but they are far more relaxed than other royal families.” She explains, happy about that fact. “But we do have things to do. I’ve already promised her another trip for our anniversary.”

“Well, I hope you took some photos that aren’t X-rated so I can at least see some beaches.” Back in the kitchen, you pull the salad out of the fridge along with three chilled plates so you can toss in the fresh croutons and have your first course while the lasagna finishes baking. “I have water, ginger ale, milk, and some cold hibiscus tea to drink. What are you guys in the mood for?” All the beer from your fridge had been given to the guys at work along with your open liquor bottles about a week ago. You won’t be needing those any time soon, and you didn’t have anything valuable open anyway. Though now you wish you’d held on to something so you could offer an adult beverage tonight.

Lily’s brows shoot up when there isn’t the offer of wine, used to you having a perfect bottle to pair with lasagna. “Honestly, water? I need to rehydrate after all the indulgences over the past months.”

“Water is good.” Aja settles herself on one of the barstools at your kitchen island - the existence of an island in a New York City kitchen being a miracle in and of itself - and you start spooning out salad onto plates after setting two cold bottles of water in front of them. You’ve been drinking hibiscus tea for days, appreciating a tea that has no caffeine but doesn’t taste like leaves.

“So how was your stay in Dorne after we left?” You are acting a little reserved, almost nervous and that has Lily worried.

“It was really nice.” Quickly snagging the sonogram photo off the fridge so they don’t see it before you’re prepared to tell them, you shove it in the pocket of your cardigan before turning back to your sister and sister-in-law. “Museums, clubs, beaches, everything. Mom and Dad left the day before I did, so the last night I was there we all had a big family dinner.” The carousing - cooking, drinking, horrible karaoke - had been the perfect way to end the week. You had felt so accepted and comfortable that eating in the midst of the restaurant chaos the next night felt lonely for the first time ever.

“Good.” Lily bites her lip, hearing the slight melancholy in your tone. It seems like you might miss Dorne, and probably Oberyn. “So when you come visit us, you will know what you want to do.” She offers, looking over at Aja.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to get away for a while.” You tell her honestly, although the reason isn’t what she thinks. “I’m sorry, guys.”

“I understand.” She does, although she feels like it might be avoidance mixed with your hectic work schedule. “Let me guess, they wanted to completely revamp the menu?”

“Boss’s sister isn’t doing well. He’s taking extra time to get her moved in with him and his wife. So, he needs somebody to keep the kitchen going smoothly.” That, at least, is all true. Except the process won’t take more than a week to get her settled.

Aja, however, looks entirely unconvinced as she digs into her salad. “So…what, you can come out in a month or so?”

“Guys…” It makes your heart hurt to keep things from them - even when it’s just that you haven’t told them yet - and you sigh at your forkful of lettuce and kale. “There’s another reason.” You tell them quietly. “I need to be saving money. There’s…there’s a lot of changes coming.”

That makes the happy grin slide off your sister’s face into something much more serious. She straightens her spine. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? Is there something going on that you haven’t told me about?” Icy fear washes over her that you hid something from her so that the focus could be on her wedding.

“Lils— calm down.” Aja wraps her arm around her wife, her own concerns muted. “She might have finally decided to open that restaurant she’s always talked about. It takes a lot of money to do that.”

“Actually, Lils is kind of right.” Setting down your fork, you dig your hand into the deep pocket of your cardigan and close your fingers around the sonogram photo - just a tiny little piece of paper but it means such a phenomenally huge thing. “I have been sick lately. And I haven’t told you about it because I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.” With a deeply emotional sigh, you set the little picture on the kitchen island between them. The second it hits the wooden block, your breath is held, wondering how the hell they’re going to take the news.

Inhaling sharply, Lily’s eyes dart from the sonogram to your face several times. Ignoring the brief flare of heartache that she would never hold that little picture herself, she pushes that aside and immediately stands up to come around the bar and pull you into a hug. “Oh sis.” She murmurs softly. “How do you feel about it?”

“I don’t know.” Even saying it out loud has been a struggle. Just admitting that you are pregnant seems so outrageous that any kind of attempt to process that fact has been hard. You throw your arms around Lily and hug her tight, one hand reaching to at least grasp Aja’s arm or something and keep her connected as well. “I—I think I want…to keep it, ya know? It’s not anything like I imagined, but I do want to be a mom…” Maybe this is just how it was supposed to happen? The random lottery of the universe not being random at all? You don’t know, but the idea of not keeping your baby hurts you in ways you didn’t know you could hurt.

“Oberyn’s going to be ecstatic.” Aja breathes out, still staring at the sonogram. She knows it’s his child, you could have only gotten pregnant by him considering your fling was six weeks ago and probably the only person you’ve slept with in years. Even with your newfound reawakening, she doubts you’ve taken another lover. “They’re so tiny.” She coos, loving the little bean in the photo already. Another cousin for her to love, this one linked to the woman she loves.

“Please don’t tell him.” You surprise yourself as much as your sisters with the surety of your tone, but there is pleading in your eyes when you look up at Aja. “I’m not going to ask him for anything. He’s not obligated to spend any more thoughts or time, or God forbid any more money, on me. He already has eight kids to worry about and that’s plenty.”

“What?” Aja stares at you in horror at the idea of keeping a child - his child - from her uncle. “Are you sure?” She asks quietly. “He would not…he is pining, having you carry his child would be a blessing in his eyes.”

“He—he’s what?” From worried certainty to a deer in the headlights of an 18 wheeler all at once, the expression on your face changes instantly. “That not…possible?” How could he? How could a single week have affected him as wholly as it did you? He’s so…accomplished. And confident. And has so much love in his life already.

Aja snorts. “He’s writing poetry again.” She tells you. “He has not written poetry in years. And it’s full of yearning and longing. There’s a framed photo from the wedding at his desk.”

“So he had a nice time.” You swallow thickly, one hand drifting to the side of your belly as you shake your head. “That doesn’t mean he wants me to have his baby.” It’s a sticking point, obviously, and your notorious stubbornness is showing through clearly. Not telling him means he can’t reject you - you or the baby.

There’s a quiet, resigned sigh from your sister’s wife. She is well aware of how stubborn you can be. “He would celebrate.” She promises you. “But you’ve asked me not to tell him.”

“Lils?” Your pinched eyebrows and soft voice are pleading despite wanting to sound very sure of yourself. You need your best friend to look you in the eye and tell you if you’re being insane, and you trust her to do that. “Am I wrong?”

“Yes.” Lily’s answer is immediate, even though it’s soft, and she squeezes your hand while she tells you the truth you don’t want to hear. “But it’s also your choice.”

Sighing a little, you reach out to slide the sonogram back across the island for you to look at. You’ve stared at that little bean for so many hours already that you’ve lost track - breathless and scared and excited and worried all at once. But the most terrifying part might be having to tell him. Having to face the possibility that this will be the one baby he doesn’t want. That he won’t want you, and that your child will suffer for it. “I’ll think about it.” You concede, fingers brushing over the image like you’ve already done a hundred times before. “I’ve only known for a week. So I’m still…still processing, ya know?”

The married couple exchange a look, one that says they both know you won’t do it. You’ve made up your mind and you are going to stick to it. “Yeah.” Lily agrees. “I know you are shell shocked. But I’m going to be an auntie!”

“Yeah.” That makes you sniffle - worry giving way to pride - and hug her again tightly. “So, you’ll have to come back and visit sometimes. The fun aunties who sweep into town and make everything a game will make great memories for them.”

“We will be doing that as often as we can.” Lily promises and Aja nods in agreement. “I’ll be with you when they are born if you want.”

“Thank you.” Not having to go through that particular thing alone will be a blessing. “I think I might kill Mom if she’s in the delivery room with me.” The full visual - and the first time you’ve said delivery room out loud so far - makes you huff and nearly groan. “Fuck…I have to tell mom and dad…”

“Yeah you do.” Lily sighs. “This is not something you can hide from them.” Not that she wasn’t anticipating some kind of fireworks about you being unmarried, but the prospect of having a grandchild will smooth a lot of the ruffled feathers.

“Mom and I are trying not to keep things from each other anymore.” Ever since the wedding, an unspoken contract of honesty had opened between you, and it’s been a very good thing despite being slightly overwhelming at times. “Maybe I can ask them to print an extra sonogram at my next appointment and I can take a few days to go see them?” You look to both of them for affirmation, desperately needing to feel like you’re doing part of this right.

Aja nods. “That would be a good thing. They can keep that one. When is your next appointment?”

“Monday.” It’s Thursday now, your usual day off to rest before the nonstop weekends at the restaurant. “In the morning. If I drive up after it’s over, I can be in the mountains before dinner.”

“That sounds like a solid plan.” Aja hums. “You don’t want to wait too long to tell them. Plus, I know your mom would want to support you. Her first grandchild.”

Lily snorts. “You will officially be the golden child.”

“As long as chef can spare me for a few days.” You nod vaguely but huff at Lily’s observation. “To be golden, I’d have to be married. Without that I’m gold-painted at best.”

“Gold painted.” Lily chuckles and shakes her head. “Do you want us to stay? Go up with you for moral support?”

“Is that okay?” It hadn’t even crossed your mind, but the support sounds like it would make the whole thing a little less terrifying. “That way there are witnesses if she tries to kill me?” Your chuckle is weak, knowing it’s a gross exaggeration, but at least it’s enough of a joke to have you picking up your fork and poking at your salad again. “I know you have to finish packing up the apartment, but can you spare a few days?”

Aja nods immediately. “For family? No one in Dorne will argue, but I do need to make a few calls.” She stands up and walks around the kitchen island to give you a hug. “I’ll go do that now.”

“Thank you,” you murmur the words in her ear as she squeezes you tight, and in just a flash she’s gone around the corner.

Lily is highly suspicious of her wife so easily giving in, but she doesn’t voice those suspicions. Instead, she grins and looks down at your stomach. “Can I? You’re gonna hear that ten thousand times over the next nine months, but I wanna be the first.”

“Go for it. Aunties get special privileges.” Thank god Chef hadn’t asked when you awkwardly burst out with it in his office a few days ago. He had been kind - excited and encouraging - but he knew from his own daughter that asking to touch a pregnant woman’s belly was very sensitive. “I just…I’m so…what are the fucking odds, ya know?”

“That the man that has eight children got you pregnant?” Lily grins. “Pretty fucking good apparently.”

“After six fucking years as a nun, my body went into hyperdrive.” You really have no idea what the chances are statistically, but it almost doesn’t matter. It’s happened and you’ll have to live with that. “I don’t know what happened. I must have fucked up taking my pill on time? That’s the only thing I can think, short of he has super sperm.”

She giggles. “That’s going to be a gag gift one year.” She vows. “Coffee mug with ‘super sperm’ on it.”

“Make sure the mug has a cape either attached to it or painted on it.” Knowing Oberyn, he would probably strut around the palace drinking everything out of that one mug for weeks.

“Done.” Her giggles die down and she caresses your stomach. “Hey little sand snake.” She coos, calling the baby by Oberyn’s nickname for his daughters. “It’s aunt Lily.”

Sand snake. You had forgotten the name somehow, packing the information away in the back of your mind because you never thought you would ever hear it again. But here you are, carrying a little sand snake of your very own. “You think it’ll end up being little girl number nine?”

“Very well could be.” She doesn’t voice her concern, that it wouldn’t be a girl and you would deny Oberyn the chance to experience perhaps the only boy he would sire.

“You’re upset with me.” For your entire lives, Lily has never been able to hide her emotions well from you. From the very first time she was nervous over a girl to the time she tried to act calm and collected when your grandfather got sick, to all of her concerns over Whitney - she just has never been able to hide any of it. “At the very least, you’re worried.”

“I just can’t help but wonder how you would feel if it was a boy.” She murmurs softly. “And you haven’t told Oberyn.”

“You mean, what if he never gets to know his son because I was too scared to tell him?” It’s a heavy thought, and one you hadn’t really considered before. Too wrapped in the fact that you’re going to have a baby to think about that as a possibility.

“Yes.” Lily gives you a small smile. “But don’t worry about that right now. Focus on telling mom and dad first.”

“I’m gonna get yelled at.” Being nearly thirty, that shouldn’t humble you the way it does, but the fact that your parents will be disappointed that you skipped the important step of getting married before the baby-making happened, makes you feel like a kid bringing home a teacher’s note. “Mom literally ranted at me about this in Dorne. Well, not exactly this, but the word harlot was definitely used.”

“Harlot.” She snorts and shakes her head. “What is this, the nineteen fifties?”

“Mom would feel right at home.” Your head pops up when Aja comes back into the kitchen, pocketing her phone as she wraps her arms around Lily affectionately. “Everything good at home?”

“Everything is good.” She smiles at her wife and kisses her cheek. “How’s everything here?” She asks, looking between you and Lily.

The timer for the lasagna buzzes loudly, and you shrug at Aja while you grab a kitchen towel to take the large pan out of the oven. “Your wife was just making an annoyingly valid point.”

“She has a bad habit of doing that.” Aja jokes, coming back over to the island to sit down.

“Well, regardless.” The heavy pan sits comfortably on the stove as you shut and turn off the oven. “I’ll think about it. But the next people I’m telling will be Mom and Dad next week. I just have to figure out how.”

“Bring some buns and throw them in the oven and tell them that it’s you.” Lily suggests with a decidedly juvenile grin on her face. “Look ma! It like me! Got a bun in the oven!” She cackles.

“Dad would tell that story like it was the funniest damn thing in the world.” You predict, laughing despite yourself. “I usually bring wine with me when I go up. Maybe I’ll bring a bottle of grape juice instead? And put the sonogram picture in a little frame?” Thinking about it makes you increasingly nervous, dreading what they’ll have to say and how long it will take them to come around to actually being happy about a grandbaby on the way.

“Don’t worry.” Lily sees that face and knows what it means. “They will get over how the baby was conceived, and just be happy that you are having one.”

“Except we’ll all spend the rest of our lives wondering if they were conceived during your wedding reception.” You smirk at your sister briefly, the indulgence of the memory outweighing the embarrassment. “I hope nobody ever gets family-holiday-drunk enough to tell the kid that story.”

Aja giggles evilly. “Bet.” She taunts. “I will do it in a heartbeat.”

“I firmly believe you would.” Like her uncle, Aja would probably find it endlessly entertaining to debate whether or not Oberyn’s various moments of cumplay might have led to his ninth child’s conception - and thinking about Oberyn’s reaction to an accidental child just makes your chest feel hollow.

“Wellllll, I’m starving.” Lily claps her hands together and breaks the conversation from its current path. She wants you to not be upset, the time for that will come later, and she’s sure it is. You won’t admit it if she asked you, but she’s absolutely certain you fell in love with Oberyn while you were in Dorne.

“Lasagna time.” You slide across the crowded kitchen to grab plates, offering your sister and sister-in-law a smile while you go. “Now. Tell me about the house.”

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Mackenzie Lucille Kenner MAC, KENZIE // 41 // CRESCENT WEREWOLF

I am not rude. I just say what others don't have the guts to say.

[ Sophia Bush | She/Her] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome MACKENZIE KENNER to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 41 year old WITCH/WEREWOLF, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be STUBBORN, but that’s all a façade to cover up their LOYAL nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to FLOWERS by MILEY CYRUS, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world. ( Sushi, 28, EST, She/Her) *sierra’s sibling connection

BASICS

Name: Mackenzie Lucille Kenner Nicknames/Alias: Mac, Kenz, Kenzie Face Claim: Sophia Bush Age: 41 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Date/Place of Birth: March 14th in New Orleans, LA Currently: New Orleans, LA Nationality/Species: Italian/Werewolf/Witch Occupation: New Orleans Police Department Rank: Captain of the K-9 Unit

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Confidence: feeling or showing confidence in oneself; self-assured. Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. Endearing: inspiring love or affection. Self-Aware: having conscious knowledge of one's own character and feelings.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Stubborn: having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments or reasons to do so. Blunt: uncompromisingly forthright. Resentful: feeling or expressing bitterness or indignation at having been treated unfairly. Opinionated: conceitedly assertive and dogmatic in one's opinions.

Personality Type: ESFJ-A: Extraversion (E), Sensing (S), Feeling (F), Judgment(J)

Archetype: Caretaker: Cares for others. Guardian: Protects the weak. Leader: Always knows the best thing to do—and people follow. Rebel/Revelutionary: Stands opposed to the status quo and fights for his cause. Survivor: Pulls through no matter what happens, doesn’t give up.

Likes Favourite colour? Green Favourite foods? Medium Rare Steak, Barbecue, Honeycrisp Apples, White Corn, Chicken Caesar Salads, Chocolate Favourite music? Pretty versatile but really likes any type of rock music Favorite books? Crime, True Crime, Mysteries Fears: She fears the fall of the Crescent Wolves and not being able to protect the pack that she grew up in, that she watched her Uncle and cousin lead.

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Thomas Kenner † (Father) Danielle Kenner † (Mother)

Siblings: Nicolotte Cadieux (Older Sister) Evan Kenner (Older Brother) Sierra Kenner (Younger Sister)

Children: Unnamed Kenner (22-Year-Old Son) Unnamed Kenner (21-Year-Old Twin Daughter) Unnamed Kenner (21-year-old Twin Son)

Other family: Jackson Kenner (Older Cousin) Partner: TBD Ex-Partners: TBD Boss/Employer: TBD Co-Workers: TBD Friends: TBD Enemies: TBD

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: 5'4", 121 lbs, Curvy muscular build Hair Colour: Dark brown, sometimes a soft blondeish Eye Colour: Green Distinguishing Marks: Tara has a couple of scars from her teen years before she ever triggered her gene from when she would get into fights with some of the other untriggered wolves. Wolf Form: Muscular Body, Pure Snow White Fur, Glowing Golden Eyes

Accomplishments: Graduated top of class from University (majoring in Criminal Justice) and top of her class at the Police Academy, is now Captain of the K-9 Unit at NOPD raised 3 children as a single parent

Regrets: One major regret she has is not being able to give her children the big happy family that she had

Secrets: TBD

HISTORY

Mackenzie had always felt protective and maternal, especially as they grew up amongst the Crescents during the Crescent curse, their parents forced to live their days as wolves with one night every month, the full moon, to be with their children in human form. Unfortunately in Mackenzie's teen years, the strain of feeling like she held the weight of the world on her shoulders as she tried to navigate who she was while also ensuring that her siblings were safe and cared for, her growing aggression and temper tended to get the better of her and always somehow found herself in fights with the other untriggered teens. Around this time, however, Mackenzie found herself falling in love. It was a whirlwind kind of relationship, one that made Mackenzie feel more alive than ever, more carefree and making riskier choices than she used to. Thus resulting in her getting pregnant. The first year with her son was amazing. The new parents doting over the little boy until they found out that she had fallen pregnant once more, this time a set of twins. Her partner became distant and was in and out of her and their kids lives. The anger that boiled within her as the realization that she was now a single mother to 3 children under the age of 3 while still being somewhat of a child herself had increased the level of stress that she had already been feeling. It didn't take long for someone to push her buttons to far before she ended up in another fight this time her aggression far too much for her to control thus resulting in Mackenzie's triggering of her gene at the age of 21, leaving her children to be cared for by her younger sister, Sierra. It would be 2 years before Hayley Marshall would come along and have the curse broken, allowing Tara to reunite with her now 3 and 4 year old children. Fast forward to now and Tara had quickly gotten her life together, her main focus on her children and providing for them, put herself through university online while working a full-time job from home and caring for her children, attending the police academy and working her way up in rank to where she is today with the help of her pack.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

confidants.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk.

secret friends, aka friends who do not hang around in the public eye as their family or friends may not get along.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates.

unlikely friends.

seem like a married couple.

—— FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS. ❜

family friends.

son (22-years-old)

child (twin number one, 21-years-old)

child (twin number two, 21-years-old)

ex/baby daddy

—— ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

flirtationship.

one night stand.

forbidden romance.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

love / hate.

friends with benefits.

enemies with benefits.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

life long enemies, aka two people who have been enemies ever since they remember but have forgotten the reason for their dislike.

frenemies.

share a secret, aka two people who have a giant secret together but are constantly afraid the other will rat them out.

current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.

—— MISCELLANEOUS. ❜

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

fitness buddies.

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Food while Camping

DH and I use an app called AnyList for menu planning and grocery lists. There’s an annual fee, but it is pretty low (maybe $10?/year). We used that to meal plan and grocery shop while camping just like we use it at home.

When tenting (and in a travel trailer too), you have limited space to store food. We had a cooler and then a bin labeled for food as well as two kitchen bins with camping supplies for cooking.

We would grocery shop locally and load up before going into a park for however many nights we were going to be there. For example, we were only in Yellowstone for two nights, so before we left Cody, WY, we hit up the Walmart there and bought enough for those two days. On the way to Glacier, we stopped in Kalispell, MT to get groceries for the 5-6 nights were were going to be in the park.

Typical dinner meals for us: Turkey burgers with buns, baked beans, strawberries; campfire nachos and rice, quesadillas with tomatoes, canned corn, black beans, and cheese (we used basically the same toppings plus ground Turkey on the nachos) and Caesar salad, French dip sandwiches (SO good!), tuna helper with salad and garlic knots.

Lunches may have been grilled cheese and ramen; cold cut sandwiches, apple slices, and chips; mac and cheese and hot dogs.

Breakfast was oatmeal (instant or regular), pancakes, or eggs and sausage.

We had a camp stove with us and some things we cooked over the fire. It really wasn’t that bad. Food storage was the most challenging because of the bears and our lack of space in the van, but they had bear boxes in the national parkas so we just threw all of our groceries in that once we arrived.

@predictablyunpredictablelife and @deepdeepjoyandpain—also probably more than either of you wanted to know. 😆

#camping #tent camping #cooking #cooking while camping

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New Title Tuesday: Cookbooks

6 Spices 60 Dishes by Ruta Kahate

Using just six spices—cayenne, coriander, cumin, turmeric, mustard seed, and asafetida—chef Ruta Kahate presents 60 delicious recipes that are easy to prepare and deliver rich, complex flavor. These dishes—including tons of nourishing veggies, raitas, grains, and dals—are fresh, healthy, and versatile enough to mix and match, plus they feature Instant Pot variations for maximum ease.

Serve up a quick lunch of Mustard Shrimp alongside a cool lettuce and citrus salad. Short on time after a busy day? Instant Pot your supper with a comforting Coconut Beef Stew. Prep a double batch of Parsi-Style Rajma on Sunday and enjoy it throughout the week—the flavors only get better over time.

With stories from Ruta Kahate's culinary life around the world, plus vibrant, colorful photography that reflects the lively recipes within, 6 Spices 60 Dishes is a must-have for anyone who wants super-tasty, healthy meals that come together in a flash.

American Table by Smithsonian Institution

In collaboration with the Smithsonian Institution, a sweeping history of food and culture that summons everyone to the table for a fresh look at the people, ingredients, events, and movements that have shaped how and what we eat in the United States.

This exploration of the American table presents a fresh look at what and how we've fed ourselves, for sustenance and for pleasure, through the lens of location, immigration, ingenuity, innovation, and culture. Learn about Native Americans growers and chefs who are reclaiming and reinventing Indigenous ingredients and cooking techniques. Meet a Black chef who gained national renown and culinary influence by showcasing her skills on her own television show in segregated New Orleans. And find out how everything from fondue to Jell-O salads to pumpkin spice (even in hummus) became national obsessions. Cook your way through American history with over 40 iconic and notable recipes offered throughout the book.

With chapters spanning coast to coast and stretching over centuries, this enlightening enriching, and entertaining collection uncovers the many histories of American food.

One by Jamie Oliver

Quick and easy meals are even simpler when you cook with just one pot, pan or tray. And with each recipe using eight ingredients or fewer, requiring minimal prep (and washing up), they offer maximum convenience.

One is packed with budget-friendly dishes you can rustle up any time: delicious work from home lunches, quick dinners the whole family will love, meals to get novice cooks started.

With over 100 recipes that'll teach you simple one-pan techniques - chapters include Veggie Delights, Celebrating Chicken, Frying Pan Pasta, Batch Cooking and Puds & Cakes - there are plenty of no-fuss, tasty recipes that make this a must-have for every kitchen.

Trejo's Cantina by Danny Trejo

The cantina is the place where families, friends, and colleagues gather to celebrate. In Trejo’s Cantina, beloved actor and restaurateur Danny Trejo shares recipes for snacks and drinks that celebrate his traditions and spirit. Along with mouthwatering recipes that make all people feel welcome, from plant-based ( Vegan Tamales ) and vegetarian ( Fight Night Nachos; Mexican Grilled Caesar ) to meaty faves ( Chorizo Smash Burgers; Tijuana-Style Birria ), there are also dozens of inventive takes on classic cocktails including spicy Margaritas and Oaxacan “Moscow” Mules as well as dozens of thirst-quenching non-alcoholic drinks such as Agua Frescas (Pineapple, Guava Lime, Mango), a Tamarind Fizz , and a Cacao Chile Smoothie .

Danny’s approach to entertaining is accessible, celebratory, and empowering to cooks of all skill levels. Trejo’s Cantina, at its heart, is about living to the fullest, and about how no matter what happens, you need to eat well, drink with gratitude, and celebrate life.

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The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.

THE BLOSSOM FESTIVAL - SPRING EVENT

The blossoms are blooming and, with the start of Spring, Town Hall has decided to put on Lunar Cove’s very first Blossom Festival. The event will kick off on Friday, April 14th, strategically occurring outside of any National Holiday given how the Catalyst has a tendency to attack on them and plenty of security measures are being put into place to ensure the event kicks off without a hitch. But, we need your help!

CALLING ALL PLAYERS

We will be having two different discord “chatzy style” IC parties as part of this event, so if you can vote in the Event Channel as to which days work best for you for both of them that would be great!

For the first discord event/plot drop, we will be having a Basket Auction which we need volunteers for! During this Discord event, characters will either submit baskets anonymously to be bid on or they can choose to wait until the Discord Event to compete in an all out bidding war in an attempt to win the basket/outing of their desires. We would love to have AT LEAST 19 CHARACTERS submit baskets so that everyone will have a chance to participate in a basket outing.

We hope this event will be a fun way to throw characters together who otherwise might not have interacting with one another, help spark some muse and be a fun and festive celebration of Spring. So, although it is completely optional as to whether you submit a basket or not, the charity auction and the pairing portion of this event will be mandatory. Also, IF YOU PLAY MULTIPLE CHARACTERS, at least ONE must submit a basket, and hopefully it will be a lot fun!

BASKET SUBMISSIONS

If you would like your character to submit a basket, please send a message to the main with which character will be participating and a short description of what the basket will include (examples of basket submissions can be found below). We will explain how voting works during the Discord Event, but the biding is half the fun, so if your basket is not chosen to be auctioned off, have no fear! There will still be plenty for you and your character to do when it comes down to the bidding wars. The basket submission form is as follows-

Name of Character:

Basket/Outing Description:

Accompanying Image (Optional):

BASKET DESCRIPTION EXAMPLES

A woven basket is filled with two vanilla milkshakes, fries, a Caesar salad, two cheese burgers and a homemade apple pie. On top sits a single red rose and a small radio with the song “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None the Richer playing the the background.

Oh bidder, bidder, wherefore art thou bidder? That’s right. This date is a Shakespeare-themed extravaganza. From starting the date off with a gift basket with your own wheel of gouda straight out of She’s the Man to going on a paddleboat and playing paint ball like in 10 Things I Hate About You, be prepared for cheesy puns and goofy costumes. The evening will conclude at a nearby pub for a Drunk Shakespeare reenactment.

A cardboard box sits taped together. Inside is a dented can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup, a cup of microwavable Easy Mac, a Twinkie and some other miscellaneous objects that were haphazardly thrown together such as a pack of batteries, some used birthday candles and a slinky that seems as if they came straight out of a junk drawn in someone’s house.

#lunarcoveevent #lunarcoveevent6

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National Caesar Salad Day

Dig into the world’s favorite salad: just big leaves of romaine lettuce, shaved romano or parmesan cheese, croutons, optional anchovies, and of course Caesar dressing.

Anyone who has ever had a traditional Italian meal or been to an Italian restaurant knows this delicious salad mix referred to as Caesar Salad. Comprised of romaine lettuce and croutons with a delicious blend of parmesan cheese, egg, garlic, black pepper, Worcestershire sauce, and lemon juice (and, in some cases, anchovies) many people feel that this salad is something akin to heaven in a bowl.

That’s why National Caesar Salad Day came to pass, to celebrate this delicious blend of foliage and seasonings!

History Of National Caesar Salad Day

The first thing to know about Caesar Salad is that it was not actually named for the ill-fated leader of Rome. At least not directly. No, the salad is instead credited to Caesar Cardini, an Italian Immigrant who got into the restaurant business in the US and Mexico in the early 20th century.

Like most of the great culinary inventions, the Caesar Salad wasn’t necessarily the result of a deliberate design or a stroke of genius. Instead, it came about in a moment of desperation. At one point in 1924 there was a bit of a rush on Caesar Cardini’s restaurant in Tijuana.

As the day happened to be the 4th of July, many merry-makers were celebrating American Independence Day and Cardini was stuck without enough food to feed them all. So the clever chef quickly got to work to keep the customers happy, throwing whatever he could into a bowl.

The result? This delicious combination of ingredients, delivered with a little ‘chef’s flair’, as Cardini tossed it right at the table.

From there, these American guests loved what they ate so much that they took the idea with them back to California. Then, it eventually made its way to New York City in the 1940s and many people there still love it today.

Like most food, the Caesar Salad has undergone multiple permutations throughout the history of its existence. Originally, anchovies were not included as part of the salad, and that can still be commonplace today. In some restaurants that are fancier, however, patrons may occasionally find bits of actual anchovy in with the salad. In addition, as a complement to the natural anchovy flavor, comes the Worcestershire sauce.

Cardini would likely not be pleased by the common occurrence of using anchovies as he was decidedly opposed to placing anchovy directly in his salad. Of course, that’s not all that has been added over time! Many different versions of the salad exist today, including Steak Caesar Salad, Chicken Caesar Salad, even shrimp Caesar Salad. All of these have graced the menus of various restaurants throughout the world.

How to Celebrate National Caesar Salad Day

Ready to celebrate National Caesar Salad Day? So get started! Consider these ideas for getting into the spirit of celebrating this healthy, delicious salad that can be eaten as a side dish or a meal:

Eat a Traditional Caesar Salad

The best way to celebrate this day is to make sure to eat a traditional Caesar Salad, eaten in the traditional style! That’s right, most people have been eating Caesar Salad wrong all this time!

The correct way to eat this delicious salad is to have it prepared with whole romaine leaves. In fact, it is truly proper to consume the salad by lifting those leaves by the stem and eating them with the fingers. Cardini never intended for this to be a salad eaten with a fork!

But, alas, even if it isn’t eaten as a finger food, enjoying one of these delicious salads is the perfect way to honor the day.

Try Making a Caesar Salad

In today’s world, making such a salad is pretty easy because most grocery stores offer bottle versions of Caesar Dressing that are simple and delicious. Just toss some romaine lettuce, a bit of shaved romano or parmesan cheese and a few crunchy croutons into a bowl. Pour some bottled dressing over the mixture and, just to get fancy, squeeze a lemon on the top for fun. A tasty and (somewhat) healthy treat!

Learn Some Fun Facts About Caesar Salad

Of course, everyone now knows that Caesar the Roman ruler had nothing to do with the salad. But what other interesting facts remain unknown? Learn these and spread them around on National Caesar Salad Day to keep the fun alive!

The Guinness World Record for the largest caesar salad was set in Tijuana, Mexico by Canirac restaurant in 2007. It weighed more than 3 tons and took more than 160 participants to make it!

As Caesar Salad popularity grew, so did the demand for Romaine Lettuce. Today there are nearly 80,000 acres of romaine lettuce farms and between 1990 and 2009, the per capita consumption of romaine in the US increased by more than 600%!

Some people are worried that the raw eggs in Caesar Salad dressing might create a problem with salmonella. However, the fact that it is combined with lemon juice means that any germs will be killed off by the citrus fruit acidity. So it’s safe to eat raw eggs in Caesar dressing!

The original Caesar salad made by Cardini didn’t contain anchovies and it also only had one large crouton–not several like it is served today.

However anyone plans to indulge, be sure to enjoy a big Caesar Salad for National Caesar Salad Day!

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Holidays 2.24

Holidays

Day of Stripes & Dots

Dia de la Bandera (Flag Day; Mexico)

Dragobete (Lover's Day; Romania)

Edwin Dickinson Baker Day (Oregon)

Engineer’s Day (Iran)

Flag Day (Mexico)

Forget Me Not Day (Disabled Veterans)

Gregorian Calendar Day

International EBM Day

International Family Drug Support Day

International Repetitive Strain Injury Awareness Day

International SCN2A Awareness Day

Loud Shirt Day (New Zealand)

National Artist Day (Thailand)

National Dance Day

National Day for War Animals (Australia)

National Remembrance Day (Papua New Guinea)

National Trading Card Day

N'cwala (Thanksgiving; Zambia)

Nylon Toothbrush Day

Obnoxious Day

Showza-Shinzan International Yukigassen Tournament (Snowball Fight; Japan)

Sweden Finns Day

Twin Peaks Day

Ukrainian War Anniversary Day

Voice of America Day

World Bartender Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Caesar Salad Day

Defend the Donut Day

Gouden Carolus Cuvée van de Keizer Open Day

National I Hate Coriander Day

National Tortilla Chip Day

National Tortamali Day

4th & Last Friday in February

International Stand Up to Bullying Day [Last Friday] (Also 3rd Friday in Nov)

Katsuyama Sagicho begins (Japan) [Last Friday]

National CSA Day (Small Farm Central) [Last Friday]

National Girl Scout Cookie Weekend begins [Last Friday thru Sunday]

National Skip the Straw Day [4th Friday]

Texas Cowboy Poetry Gathering begins [Last Friday]

Thank a Resident Day [4th Friday]

Yukon Heritage Day (Canada) [Last Friday]

Independence Days

Iseseisvuspäev, Independence Day of Estonia (from Russia, 1918)

Feast Days

Æthelberht of Kent (1st Christian Anglo-Saxon King) [original date]

Ascensión Nicol y Goñi (Christian; Blessed)

Ayyám-i-Há begins (Baha’i) [thru 2.28]

Beard Day (Pastafarian)

Carthaginian Ghost Spotting Day (Pastafarian)

Feast of Vartan (Armenia; Saint)

Friday after Shrove Tuesday (Western Christianity) [44 Days before Easter (a.k.a. ...

Friday Fish Fry (Midwest US)

National Tartar Sauce Day

Kissing Friday

Nippy Hug Day (Westmoreland, UK)

Hammie Swinette (Muppetism)

Huey Newton Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lethard, Bishop of Senlis (Christian; Saint)

Lindel Tsen and Paul Sasaki (Anglican Church of Canada)

Lucan (Positivist; Saint)

Matthias the Apostle (Christian; Saint)

Modest, Bishop of Trier (Christian; Saint)

Montanus, Lucius, Flavian, Julian, Victorious, Primolus, Rhenus, and Donation, martyrs at Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Pretextatus, Archbishop of Rouen (Christian; Saint)

Regifugium (Flight of Kings; Ancient Rome)

Robert of Arbrissel (Christian; Saint)

Sergius of Cappadocia (Christian; Saint)

Sepandārmazgān (Women's Day; Zoroastrian Iran)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Chips Ahoy (Disney Cartoon; 1956)

Cocaine Bear (Film; 2023)

Fleetwood Mac, by Fleetwood Mac (Album; 1968)

Get Out (Film; 2017)

Help Me Rhonda, recorded by The Beach Boys (Song; 1965)

How to Ride a Horse (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

Johnny Cash at San Quentin, recorded by Johnny Cash (Concert Album; 1969)

Kidnapped (Disney Film; 1960)

L’Orfeo, by Claudio Monteverdi (Opera; 1607) [1st Modern Opera]

My Life as a Zucchini (Animated Film; 2017)

Peer Gynt, by Henrik Ibsen & Edvard Grieg (Musical Play; 1867)

Philadelphia Freedom, by Elton John (Song; 1975)

Physical Graffiti, by Led Zeppelin (Album; 1975)

The Practical Pig (Disney Cartoon; 1939)

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (Film; 1969)

Rinaldo, by George Frederic Handel (Opera; 1711)

Rock Dog (Animated Film; 2017)

Silk Stockings (Broadway Musical; 1955)

Wanderlust (2012)

When You Wish Upon A Star, recorded by Frances Langford (Song; 1940)

Working Class Dog, by Rick Springfield (Album; 1981)

Today’s Name Days

Matthias (Austria)

Goran, Modest, Montan, Sinerot (Croatia)

Matěj (Czech Republic)

Mattias (Denmark)

Madi, Madis, Mäido, Maido, Maidu, Mait, Mati, Matis, Mats, Matti, Mattias (Estonia)

Matias, Matti (Finland)

Modeste (France)

Matthias (Germany)

Elemér (Hungary)

Edilberto (Italy)

Diāna, Dina, Dins, Gatins, Gatis, Kurbads (Latvia)

Gedmantas, Goda, Motiejus (Lithuania)

Mats, Mattias, Mattis (Norway)

Bogurad, Bogusz, Boguta, Bohusz, Lucjusz, Maciej, Piotr (Poland)

Ioan (Romania)

Matej (Slovakia)

Modesto, Sergio (Spain)

Mats, Mattias (Sweden)

Taras (Ukraine)

Maddison, Madison, Madisyn, Madyson, Mateo, Mathew, Mathias, Matt, Mattea, Matthea, Matthias, Mattias, Mattie, Matty, Modesto (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 55 of 2023; 310 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 8 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Nuin (Ash) [Day 6 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Yi-Mao), Day 5 (Gui-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 3 Adar 5783

Islamic: 3 Sha’ban 1444

J Cal: 25 Xin; Foursday [25 of 30]

Julian: 11 February 2023

Moon: 25%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 27 Homer (2nd Month) [Lucan]

Runic Half Month: Tyr (Cosmic Pillar) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 66 of 90)

Zodiac: Pisces (Day 5 of 29)

Calendar Changes

Tyr (Cosmic Pillar) [Half-Month 5 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 3.10)

#Holidays

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