I feel like there's a bigger reason than the science behind food as to why Jake (and even Sam) loves to cook. It blends two love languages: acts of service and quality time.
You're able to spend hours looking at recipes together, deciding what to add onto the upcoming grocery list. Building menus of meals to have together, as well as cook together. Spending hours in the kitchen together baking bread from the fourth or fifth online recipe you have tried, because he's dedicated himself to making yeast rolls like your grandparents always made.
But food also brings people together. Sitting down and sharing a meal with family is so priceless, even if it's just a simple pasta dish. Gathering around the table together and enjoying the presence of those you love most. Serving your family's favorite meal and watching them light up at just how good it is, not only because it tastes good, but because you made it.
Jake is just someone I associate with being that way
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28. surprising them with their favourite treat
Let's do it! I am an ancient New England grandma when it comes to my taste in candy, so I'm pretending Maura is, too. Here we are:
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Jane steps out of her unmarked and into the blistering heat of the Market Basket parking lot over off of School Street, her car one of a few dozen here on a Thursday afternoon. She slams the driver’s side door, too, just for good measure. She pops her gum, chewing with her lips closed like she’s got an attitude, because she fucking does.
She’s also got an interview over by BHCC in Charlestown, and that’s why she picked this Market Basket, even though the whole reason she’s here is fucking Hope Martin. Maura’s unhinged biological mother is back in town, and had intercepted Jane this morning in front of her apartment building because Maura isn’t returning her calls. Jane had shut her down as politely as possible, all while wanting to call her a fuckin’ kidney-robbin’ cunt, but she’d held strong.
Not that she didn’t call her a fuckin’ kidney-robbin’ cunt the whole way here. Jane flips her aviators up onto the top of her head when she marches through the automatic doors, and prepares to stomp through her entire trip, but something about the air conditioning and the familiar smell of sheet cake calms her. Well, calms her just enough to pull the bat outta hell back in, at least for the sake of the other shoppers around her. And she thinks about making a left for the bakery and getting Maura a whole-ass cake, but she doesn’t want to get distracted, either.
Hope is in town, which means Maura’s a mess, which means impromptu movie night. Most of the time, Maura likes to pull out the mixed nuts, the dried fruit, and the organic, stove-popped popcorn for their movies, but today calls for the big guns.
Maura would never admit it, but when she’s really down, processed sugar is the only thing that’ll do. That’s why Jane’s here, unbeknownst to Maura, and not at the Whole Foods down the street. She weaves through a couple old ladies and a mom with her two kids under two, swooping up a hand basket on her way, and scans the store layout for the penny candy endcap.
Right there, on aisle two next to the prepackaged meats like hot dogs and bacon, sits the penny candy in all its glory. Late one night, after Constance’s first visit, Jane had dragged Maura to the store closest to her North End neighborhood and showed her exactly how to scoop all that old school goodness into a plastic bag for maximum satisfaction. Even now, Jane smiles to herself, big and pleased, because she’s got eyes on Maura’s favorites: the licorice bits, the butterscotch, and the bit-o-honeys. And Maura would never, ever, ask for this stuff, because doing so would defile her good girl, all-organic image, but Jane knows what Maura needs.
And tonight, Maura needs candy. Good, old-fashioned, bulk candy.
So, she gets to scooping: a bag of each, because Maura doesn’t like them to touch, and then a couple bags of peppermint patties and jelly citrus slices for herself. Don’t ask her why, but the taste extremes make her all giddy inside. Sometimes she thinks about eating them together, though she hasn’t had the guts yet. With expertise and finesse and promise to try that another time, she ties them up and tosses them in her hand basket.
She moves over to the checkout line, checks her watch because that interview’s in about twenty minutes, and taps the toe of her boot on the linoleum. There’s just two people ahead of her, not a problem.
She chews her gum, cursing Hope again while she waits, but at least this time, she and Maura will have sweets to deal with the tornado. Maybe Maura’ll even consent to an action flick, or a comedy. Hell, Jane’ll settle for a rom-com if it means banishing Hope from their minds.
Fuckin’ kidney-robbin’ cunt.
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i am, unfortunately, hopelessly addicted to the fancy french yogurt that comes in the little clay pots, and i have to go to the rich people grocery store to get them (market of choice, which is kinda like the oregon version of erewon) i wandered into the wine section on this last trip and felt so out of place lmaooooo
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!!! YOU DANCED I am so fucking proud of you! Hell yeah!
Thank you kiaxet! I definitely thought of the confidence boost you gave me several months ago when I got out there! It was by no means very good, but I did it!
Hopefully I can loosen up a bit more next time I attend a wedding. But bestie and I jammed out on the way back to her place and that was really fun! Specifically to all the "us" songs from college XD
Today we went to the farmers market and a Vietnamese restaurant! I tried matcha boba tea! It was definitely interesting but I liked it! I'm just not used to drinking sweet beverages so I didn't drink much but it was cool! My stir-fry was awesome too! And I didn't feel sick at all!
And then I drove to the Asian Food Market and got my lotus root! And some snacks because I always like trying new things!
Picture of what I got below the cut
And thank you again Kiaxet your encouragement and praise meant the world to me. You're a real sweetheart <3
That's a purple yam sweet bun, I ate it for dessert it was really good!
I actually did buy the piggy red bean paste moon cake last year, but he's so cute I had to get him again.
Is taro and purple yam and ube the same thing? Idk but I will find our!
Also I've tried lots of different mochi but never banana so this will be exciting! I love banana flavored things.
I don't remember what the matcha pancake thing is called but I had to get something matcha, just in a new form I've never tried before.
And some miso soup powder.
Also there was a Japanese gift shop in there and they tempted me with pokemon plushies. I was this close to grabbing a wartortle or meowth or mew but they were $30. I paid for besties lunch today too thats enough spending for a while lol
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I’m fucking venting here bc I’m angry and don’t have anyone to talk to and I’m not sure if this is political correct or right or whatever but I’m fucking pissed - I’m a public school teacher who works in the inner city and this year alone there have been two shootings in my neighborhood involving students not dying school hours- and one student who went missing due to gang ties (they were found ALIVE a DAYS later) -
I’m fucking TIRED I’m FREAKED OUT and I’m ANGRY because I have to go into work tomorrow and I have to have that conversation with the kids during our SEL block because they will have questions and bc they are in middle school some will not know how to process it and will joke while others will be genuinely upset
and I feel nauseous thinking about the fact that my mother and four of my closest friends are all going through the same fucking shit as teachers at different schools right now- and my roommate who is trans- and unrelated to his identity is also kinda an asshole- has been shitting on me all night about how I’m not I’m danger like he is and how I don’t know his pain (and while I’m not making excuses I’m an openly gay teacher who works directly with the lgbt students and activly educated my kids on trans rights AND I work for a nonprofit organization that directly works to protect trans and queer rights and JUST LAST WEEK put out a video for our organization on antitrans laws - I’m not saying I fucking get what it’s like to be trans but Jesus fuck I’m fighting the fight for trans youth more than you are working at Whole Foods) why the FUCK are you quantifying suffering, why the FUCK are you lashing out at ME of all people, and why the fuck are you telling a public school teacher in inner city Boston that I have no idea what it’s like to be afraid- motherfucker I’m angry I’m sorry but why the fuck are you monopolizing suffering why do you think you have the right to talk to me this fucking way. I get you are scared but you work in Whole Foods in Massachusetts- the bluest state there is- )
there is no fucking cap on grief- sorry I’m upset at this as well but you saying it doesn’t directly effect me is just so fucking ignorant and suffering shouldn’t be quantifiable mf we are on the same fucking side why are you infighting right now (and I know this isn’t relevant and this is entirely unrelated to him being trans but god he is so fucking sexist- saying shit like I have no idea what it’s like to have my bodily autonomy at risk as if roe v wade didn’t get overturned THIS year???) sometimes it pisses me off like fucking sorry I’m being over emotional and overreacting to a school shooting as a fucking public school teacher GOD I should be allowed to be angry too in my own goddamn apartment-
you don’t get to sit on your high horse and say you suffer more than me and that I’m not allowed to be afraid ok I’m done I’m gonna go in tomorrow and make sure to hug my one openly trans kid extra hard bc I know they are suffering just like I know my roomate is suffering and needs a place to express his anger- I get I’m an easy target bc I’m a safe person to lash out at and I’m not telling anyone how to grieve and I know a lot of this is just knee jerk reaction to violence and anger- I just wish he wasn’t expressing it at the one fucking person who doesn’t deserve it, like fuck, the one thing people always say about public school teachers is that we have it TOO easy, especially the night after a school shooting
*Also fuck terfs and fuck anyone who is using a tragedy as an excuse to hate trans people*
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