#american omelette

[lighthouse-system]

Funniest thing about doing all these pizza joints' menus is they're like "We are an AUTHENTIC Italian restaurant SPECIFICALLY for pizza and pasta, moving here from Italy just 5 years ago. Our tomato sauce is Mama Rossi's, passed down for generations *offers scrambled egg pizza & requests to add an entire Pancakes/Waffles section*"

#''the american diner effect'' is what I call it #Where a place keeps expanding their selection until they're just the same thing as that 24 hour diner down the street #therefore no longer standing out in the market and losing customers and then yanno. Closing down. #Scrambled egg pizza is a true story btw that has lived rent free in my head for months now #Like fine. FINE. Come at me for putting pickles on my pizza. But I think the real enemy is whoever's pairing a pizza and an omelette

[nightravenesque]

#food #american food #omelette

[thephilosopheroftheboudoir]

hangtown fry, oyster & bacon omelette

#oysters #seafood #american food #eggs #omelettes

[local-grill-masters]

Best Western Omelette Recipe - How to Make a Western Omelette

Cowboys will love this hearty Western omelette! The classic filling includes sautéed bell peppers and onions, shredded pepper jack cheese, and chopped ham—a great use for leftover ham or lunch meat from the week’s sandwiches.  Two techniques will give you a perfect stuffed omelette every time. The first is the snow plow: Drag your spatula through the uncooked eggs in the pan from the outside to…

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#30-minute meals #American #breakfast #brunch #eggs #lunch #Omelette #Recipe #Sunday lunch #weeknight meals #Western

[pauldelancey]

Henri Hassan McTaggart Omelette

American Breakfast HENRI HASSAN McTAGGART OMELETTE INGREDIENTS ¼ onion ¼ cup fresh cilantro ½ red bell pepper ½ celery stalk ½ tablespoon sesame oil ½ tablespoon peanut oil ½ tablespoon extra virgin olive oil 4 ounces ground turkey ¼ cup mild yellow pepper rings ¼ teaspoon parsley ¼ teaspoon coriander ⅛ teaspoon thyme ⅛ cayenne ½ teaspoon cumin ¼ teaspoon bacon bits ¼ cup heavy whipping cream ¼…

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#American #apocalyptic #Arab #breakfast #Chef Paul #Civil War #Comic Chef #cookbook #French #Henri Hassan #omelette #recipes #salsa #Scot #thriller #whipping cream

[kcrossvine-art]

haiiii dungeon delvers! This is a quick one, gratefully both the materials and the dish-type are very close to their real life inspiration :D

As we speak, my favorite catgirl bestfolk is getting introduced to the anime and you haven no idea how much self control its taken to not immediately jump forward to be in sync with her, but theres SO many good recipes before we get there!!!

We will be making a Mandrake and Basilisk Omelet today!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes into a Mandrake and Basilisk Omelet?” YOU MIGHT ASKIts made from the egg of a basilisk, which isnt a large chicken egg but instead a large snake egg. Oblong shape, soft leather texture, and no eggwhites just yolk.

A large daikon

½ lbs fatty bacon

Shallots

Garlic

Chicken eggs

Salt

Pepper

Arugula (for garnishing)

OPTIONAL; ketchup/hot sauce :)

You could try cooking this using actual snake eggs, but theyre hard to come by and reportedly quite bland compared to chicken eggs. I tried getting my hands on an ostrich egg for the pizzaz of it all. The zoo lady was kind in her dismissal.

AND, “what does a Mandrake and Basilisk Omelet taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKOmelettes are standard fair but here we cook them like a french omelette and wrap it up like a burrito at the end.

Wetter eggs than im used to ( <- american)

Daikon and bacon r very tasty together

They end up having the same texture almost

Intensely savory. Heavy on the tummy

Chopped green onions would bring more levity to the filling

Ketchup pairs well

(but i prefer medium hot sauce)

Dark coffee pairs well

The acidity of the above 3 is what makes them work with this nutrient Dense dish

. In the show, decapitated mandrakes are more bitter than mandrakes left 'whole'. If you want that difference, using sweet/sour sauce on some of the daikon while it cooks will make the non-sauced daikon seem bitter by comparison. . Maybe ferment daikon too? . Adding a small amount of water with the bacon transfers the heat evenly, a small amount as to cook off before the fat/grease renders. Could also try cooking in the oven.

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"Consisting of a fluffy Basilisk egg omelet filled with minced Basilisk bacon and mandrake.If the mandrake used was killed with its 'head' still attached, it will be less bitter and more mellow" This dish is important as it marks the beginning of Senshi and Marcilles bonding, and the lead-up gives us our first glance into the school Falin and Marcille met at. Objectively the recipe is basic but it was challenging to write out.

Omelette making is muscle-memory, so having to learn the french variation and slow down felt like trying to ride a bike side-saddled.

It took about an hour and a half from laying out the ingredients, to eating the finished thing. I had to take a break in the middle of cutting veggies as my wrists are flaring up, so you could probably go faster unimpeded.

What would you rate this recipe out of 10?(with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Did you love it, did you hate it? What're your thoughts on what I could do different, and what would you have done instead?

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Ingredients:

1 large daikon, chopped

½ lbs fatty bacon, chopped

2 shallots

3 cloves of garlic

3 Eggs

Salt

Pepper

Some arugula (for garnishing)

OPTIONAL; ketchup/hot sauce :)

Method:

Chop your bacon into roughly ½ inch squares. Cut off the ends of your daikon and cube the rest. Thinly dice your shallots and crush your garlic cloves.

Bring a cast iron skillet to medium-high heat. Once at temp, carefully add your chopped bacon to the pan with a very small amount of water.

Add your chopped bacon and stir-fry until almost cooked.

Add your shallots and garlic. Cook for about a minute or until the shallots have softened.

Transfer the bacon, shallot, and garlic mix to a bowl. Set aside. Lower the cast iron skillet to medium heat.

Place your daikon cubes in the cast iron skillet, you should still have enough bacon grease. Add salt and cook until lightly browned on each side.

Add roughly 1 tablespoon of water. Lower heat and cover. Simmer for 2 minutes.

Once your daikon are softened, transfer to same bowl containing your bacon, shallots, and garlic.

Crack your eggs into a seperate bowl and whisk for 2 minutes until 'frothy' with no egg whites visible.

Bring the cast iron skillet back up to medium heat. There might not be enough bacon grease left, so feel free to add butter! If the butter browns you've gone too hot.

Pour your eggs into the skillet. Use a spatula to spread the eggs, scraping down the sides of the pan. Sprinkle salt and pepper in, to taste.

Once your eggs are mostly solid, pour the bacon, shallot, garlic, and daikon filling into the center. If it starts to separate- stop touching and let it rest. Gently fold the edges of the omelette overtop the filling.

Lay a few pieces of arugula on a plate, and flip your omelette onto it :) enjoy!

#dungeon meshi #food recipes #dunmeshi #delicious in dungeon #digital art

[drvscarlett]

Let Him Cook Pt 6

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef! Reader

Let Him Cook Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/N: Thank you for that anon who gave me a message for the next part of the series. This one is dedicated for you!

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Cookies and Grand Prix

Y/NCooks just posted a photo.

Y/NCooks Now that my masterchef duties are done. Its my first time going to a grand prix as Charles' girlfriend. I hope you like cookies

User1 OMG IM GOING TOMORROW!!! OMYGODDDDD

Y/NCooks I'll give you a cookie when I see you! User1 Ohmygod, this is the best. You are the best!

User3 I'm envious of everyone going to Monza this year, Y/N is giving out cookies

User4 The details are everything on those cookies

CarlosSainz55 Im technically a former ferrari driver so can I claim a cookie?

LoganSargeant can i have one too? Y/NCooks this is for everyone!! Make sure to drop by Carlos and Logan! Maxverstappen1 Expect me around! User5 Everybody is a ferrari fan!

"Okay mon amour, so there will be a big crowd when we arrive" Charles briefed you as you get closer to the venue "Make sure to stick close to me."

"Yes honey, I know. Hold your hand and don't let go"

Charles has been extremely stressed and he thinks it might not be a good idea to bring you to Monza for your first GP as a couple. However, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. You have seen how the people cheered for Charles when he won in Monza, the crowd was electrifying. You wonder what will happen if it happens again this weekend.

Besides, you have a basket full of cookies that you prepared to give for those fans of Charles that you will meet.

You were immediately greeted by a huge crowd calling out Charles name. It was no wonder that there was several security guards waiting at Charles' designated parking lot.

It was normal for Charles to stop to take photos and to sign some merch. What surprised the duo was that the fans were asking for Y/N and her cookies.

"We really waited for you guys so we can get some cookies" one of the avid Tifosi said

"I really hope the cookies give ferrari luck"you agreed.

There was a buzz in the paddock as you gave away several more cookies to the different fans you encountered. You managed to give Carlos and Logan since they were also waiting at the parking lot. You were so carried away talking to everyone that you didn't realize that you already ran out of cookies.

"Oh no, I didn't save cookies for your other friends" you concluded upon reaching the garage.

"That's okay mon amour, I'm sure they would understand that there is no more cookies" Charles assured.

And like a comical entrance, a man in full Red Bull gear enters the sea of red uniforms.

"What do you mean no more cookies?" Max asked "I did not just go through all the security details to not have cookies"

"Oops."

Grill the grid: eggs

It was a fairly easy challenge, the media team thought. They believe that there will be no harm to let the drivers cook since its just a simple hard-boiled egg.

There was a stove, a pot, 2 bottles of water, eggs, vinegar, salt, and pepper on the table. They also thought that it will be funny to put unnecessary spices and ingredients on the table so there is grated cheese, spring onions, cinnamon, carrots, and etc..

The drivers entered the room looking confused at the different set up of the Grill the Grid.

"We're giving people what they want, today were actually allowing the drivers to show off their cooking skills with this special episodes of grill the grid"

Charles is obviously happy. He was already raving about how there are different versions of eggs that he tried at home because of Y/N.

"I have already tried doing poached egg, soft-boiled eggs, french omelette, american ones" Charles enumerated "I think I'm the best at making scrambled eggs"

"Its just scrambled"

"There is a technique there" and Charles continued to ramble on the different techniques that he has used to achieve the perfect scrambled eggs.

On the other hand, Oscar is attempting to make a hard boiled egg. He admits to the camera that he did not have any experience of it but he definitely knows how it taste (obviously).

"So Oscar what is your game plan here?"

"Well, I'm planning to boil the water and I think I should add some vinegar and then maybe sugar and salt so the egg will be flavored" Oscar stopped as he heard the giggling on set "Wait am I wrong?"

"No, no, just continue"

"Okay so I think I'm gonna let the eggs cook once the water is rolling then I'm gonna wait for 15-18 minutes because I don't wanna serve raw eggs" Oscar continued.

The staffs are a bit shocked by the length of time. It was beyond overcooked but they wouldn't say anything to the Australian driver.

It cuts to Max who seems to be pretty confident with his skill. Its a simple egg, how hard can it be?

"Of course, we have to get the water boiling and then I'm going to put it in for 5 minutes and then get the egg out" Max explained.

If Oscar has a long waiting time, Max was immediately dropping the egg even before the water is boiling because Max believes that the water is hot to the touch.

"What happened, why is the egg still runny?" Max wondered

He cut off the egg and there was still slimy white and the yolks were uncooked. There was a frown on his face as he looked back at his pot, he thinks he is being sabotaged.

"I'm gonna do it again"

Yuki was excited to do the cooking challenge. He insisted that he will not just make a hard boiled egg but he will also showcase a soft-boiled egg. The staffs were ecstatic to see him running around to get iced water for his eggs.

"I make these weekly so I'm really confident that it will turn out well"Yuki has a permanent grin as he fishes out his soft-boiled egg.

"If you want a soft-boiled egg, boiling water with the bubbles and then 8 minutes on the clock. Then you put it in an ice bath and then peel it" Yuki narrates.

He opens his soft boiled egg and it showcases a jammy yolk and soft whites, the perfect kind of soft-boiled eggs. The studio applauds at Yuki's efforts.

Y/NCooks just posted a photo

Y/NCooks since the episode is out, here is the list of photos sent to me by the crew. Guess which is which.

User2 OHMYGOD, THIS IS SO FUNNY!!!

User3 LOOK AT OSCAR'S REALLY OVERCOOKED EGGS

User6 i was seriously laughing when he said 18 to 20 minutes User7 For real, man thinks he is tenderizing meat

maxverstappen1 i demand a part 2

Charles_Leclerc "its so easy" maxverstappen1 shut up. i have been cooking now kellypiquet p is getting tired of eggs every morning user9 max is really serious to train himself on how to make eggs

User14 I just know that yuki is the one with the best looking egg, so smooth!!!

Y/Ncooks yes!!! User17 charles is the one with the unsmooth peeling Y/NCooks the man can't have it all, i guess

LandoNorris thank God they didn't send you my photo

Y/NCooks lando, i dont think anyone grabbed a photo since the fire department was called CarlosSainz55 you did what???? Charles_Leclerc and they call me as someone who can't cook when we have Lando here being a fire hazard LandoNorris Y/N THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR SECRET User22 atleast team papaya are both needing lessons.

The cookie prank.

Max was still upset that he didn't get to have cookies in Monza. He was really looking forward to it so he wasn't the least suspicious when he allowed Charles inside his home since he brought him cookies.

It was wrong of Max to put down his defenses.

"I'm gonna get some water, you want anything?" Max asked

"No, I'm just gonna get comfortable here with your cats"

Charles stood in front of the cat litter box and he pulled the ziplock bag that he has. Inside the ziplock bag was another set of cookies that looks like cat poops. He laughed quietly as he sets up the scene.

"Max, do you know about that coffee made from poop?" he asked the Dutchman

"Of course, Kopi Luwak" Max replied "Why did you ask?"

Max walked out of the kitchen and he can see clearly how Charles picked up a poop from the litter box. He almost dropped the water that he is holding upon seeing that.

"What if we use cat poop instead" Charles wondered

"CHARLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

The pure mortification in Max's face when Charles started eating the poop. It seems like his friend lost his mind after driving in Ferrari for all these years.

"You should try some"

"Y/N, CHARLES IS GOING CRAZY" Max immediately placed you on a call "I THINK HE NEEDS THERAPY"

"Woah slow down Max" you were out on a grocery run and now Max is screaming at your ear

"Hello mon amour"Charles greeted on the other line.

"HE LOST HIS MIND, HE STARTED EATING MY CAT'S POOPS"

You made a mental face palm as you remembered how Charles insisted that you make very realistic cookies that looks like poop. Charles never opened it to you that he will be using it to prank Max. You started laughing at the shock in Max's face.

"Max, those are cookies" you defended

"THEY ARE CAT POOPS, CHARLES LECLERC IS EATING CAT POOPS"

Oh what would you do with these boys.

#let him cook #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine

[reiding-writing]

hi! first of all, congrats! can i request something from the colours list, blue - 3?

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/krʌʃt ʌp/

Blue - 3. "Did you take your medication?”

WARNINGS: established relationship, injured reader, pills

spencer reid x gn!reader || fluff || 0.8k || event page!!

a/n: based on my own hatred for tablets that don’t have a hard coating over them 🫶

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Your groan practically echoes through the apartment, a sure fire announcement of your reluctant wake into the real world.

You’d languished in your fatigue for the last few days, spending your time bundled up underneath Spencer’s scented sheets in the hopes that breathing in his pure essence would relieve you of the absolute agony searing through your left shoulder.

It did not.

It was arguably better when he was lying in bed with you, but Spencer was an avidly early riser, meaning that you always woke up in bed alone. Granted, most of the time it meant you woke up with an in-home room service, but you didn’t care about food right now, you just wanted Spencer to hold you until the pain went away.

It was collateral damage of your job unfortunately. When you’re chasing after armed suspects, you were bound to get shot at some point, it was just basic probability. But damn did it not hurt like a bitch.

You sitting upright was like the nail in the coffin, a sharp pain tearing through the muscles of your back until you could feel it in your hips as you dragged yourself out of bed, another pained groan leaving your mouth in it’s wake.

You drag yourself all the way to the kitchen, following the sound of the coffee machine until you drape yourself over Spencer’s back and lean on him until you’re not supporting your own weight anymore.

“Good morning-” He lets out a small huff as he shifts to support the new weight, a small chuckle leaving his mouth as your forehead comes into contact with his shoulder.

“No good, just morning…” Your voice is drenched in a mix of fatigue and anguish, and Spencer has to stifle a smile so that he doesn’t look like he’s finding amusement in your pitiful state. “What are you making..?”

You don’t sound all that interested in his answer as you worm your arms underneath the t-shirt his wearing to run your hands over his torso. Your freezing cold hands that make Spencer physically jolt from the temperature difference, although he doesn’t make any move to stop you from warming yourself against him like he’s a human radiator.

“Toaster waffles?” He laughs lamely at his own answer. “I was going to make omelettes but we’ve run out of eggs,”

You give him a soft hum as an acknowledgment of his answer, your nose buried in his shoulder with your eyes closed as you try to focus on the soft pulse in his neck instead of pulsating pain in your back.

“Still hurting?” He halts his coffee making momentarily to rub his hand over the section of forearm that hasn’t disappeared under his shirt, letting the side of his head rest against yours.

“Mhm…” You nod tiredly against his neck. “It’s like someone’s taking a hammer and chisel to my shoulder blade,”

He gives a soft sigh as your answer, turning his head to press a kiss against your temple. “Have you taken your medication?”

“Not yet…” It’s your turn to sigh now, shaking your forehead against the fabric of his t-shirt. “It doesn’t do anything…”

“You need to take it angel, even if you don’t think it’s doing anything,” He eases your arms from around him so he can turn around and face you properly. “Studies suggest that 54% of adult americans stop taking their course of medication before they’re supposed to because they feel like the medication isn’t doing anything for them anymore, which isn’t true,”

He pulls you back into his arms again, careful to not bump your shoulder whilst also trying to relieve the dull ache you’re feeling by massaging soft circles against your spine. “It’s the only thing stopping you from getting an infection and needing another surgery, so please humour me okay?”

“Okay…” You agree reluctantly, pressing your lips against his neck in a series of fatigued open-mouth kisses. “Can I crush them at least? They taste horrible..”

He gives you a soft hum of approval and a nod, swaying you back and forth gently in his grasp in an attempt to wash away the sleep ravaging your body. “Of course angel, i’ll mix them into your coffee,”

“Thank you…”

“Of course baby,” He leaves a sticky kiss against the crown of your head. “I love you,”

“I love you too Spence…”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #mgg #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #climacteric 🪶

[matan4il]

Hello hello, sending hugs as always!

I was hoping you maybe be able to give me some inspiration for a small series of food photos I'm assembling for Channukah! I'm doing an 8 part series celebrating the different groups within Judaism to 1. Be loudly and proudly Jewish at this current time, and 2. raise awareness for non-ashki Jews. In the UK it's super hard to find many non ashki peeps which makes it hard to chat to people about other classic Channukah foods, but I was wondering if you knew of any particularly good ones (that aren't latke or sufganiyot)? Would hugely appreciate any suggestions you have!!

Hi darling, sending you the biggest hugs right back! <3

Oooh, Hanukkah foods! I'm not gonna lie, some of my fave Jewish foods come from this holiday. With your permission, I'll give a small introduction, just for anyone reading, who might be unfamiliar with Hanukkah, and curious... and also talk about some of the lesser known Hanukkah food traditions among European Jews, too.

So during Hanukkah, we celebrate a miracle that happened with the oil at the Temple in Jerusalem. After the Jews defeated the occupying Greek forces that had desecrated our Temple, we wanted to light again the eternal flame of the Menorah (the Temple candelabra) with olive oil, but after the destruction caused by the Greek forces, there was only enough left for one day, and it would take 8 days to get more oil. The miracle is that somehow, that small amount of oil lasted for the whole 8 days, meaning the light didn't go out again. To remember this miracle, we eat food fried in oil! Being Jewish is so good for your health. XD

In shops and bakeries around Israel, there are already sufganiot being sold. They are YUMMY, and while some people call them "the Jewish donuts," I can say that after having eaten American donuts, I def think sufganiot are way yummier (in part 'coz they're not as "heavy" because the dough it's made of is fluffier? More... airy? Not sure how to say it, but I hope you get the idea). Also, you don't get robbed, because someone made a hole in the middle of the sufgania, taking out nearly half of it. The traditional type has strawberry jam injected inside, and sugar powder on top, but in Israel there are some crazy fancy kinds, and every year they seem to become more extravagant.

Traditional sufganiot (you can see a bit of the jam on top, but half the fun is biting and getting to the "treasure" of lots of jam at the center of the sufgania):

Fancy sufganiot:

Then there's the latkes, or as they're called in Hebrew, levivot. They're like savoury pancakes made out of potatoes, and obviously they're fried in oil.

In many Jewish communities, there was a custom of giving kids special pocket money for Hanukkah. In Israel, this "money" is given in the form of chocolate "coins." I freaking loved this as a kid! It was fun unwrapping the "coins," eating the chocolate, and then (assuming I was careful when peeling them off), make a collection of the different "coins," or just play with the wrap.

Greek Jews used to make a bread from potatoes and yogurt:

Georgian Jews made levivot out of corn flour (sometimes filled with cheese), or out of potatoes AND nuts, giving it the shape of a big omelette. Here's the corn flour version:

Czech Jews had a custom saying goose is the best meat, so for Hanukkah, they often ate goose related dishes. For example, they would make levivot from potatoes, eggs, sugar, lemon and goose fat.

French and Swiss Jews would make levivot out of apples.

The Jews of Iraq, Algeria and Buchara (which is in Uzbekistan) used to put the Hanukkah pocket money for the kids inside honey cakes. In Algeria and Buchara they also sometimes made levivot with meat added inside.

The Jews of Romania and Austria used to light potato Hanukkah candles! This was likely because they were so poor. Still, a pretty cool thing, when you can light your candle, and eat it (or at least a part of it), too.

In northern Africa, Jews used to make a type of cookie called Debla (sometimes nicknamed "dough roses"), which originated in Libya. They're usually eaten with a sweet syrup. It's more of a Purim dish (the equivalent of Hamantaschen), but was sometimes prepared for Hanukkah as well. Traditional Debla:

And a slightly "fancier" Israeli version:

Okay, maybe my fave Hanukkah dish! It's called sfinge (the 'ge' is pronounced like in "sponge"), and it's basically the Moroccan sufgania, which later became popular among Tunisia and Libya Jews, too. It can be round with a hole in the middle, it can be in the shape of a ball, while Libyan Jews make it flat. It's eaten with either honey or sugar powder, but again, in Israel fancier versions developed... I'm not a great cook, so IDK to explain why, but it's even fluffier than the sufgania, and that's why it's my personal fave.

Traditional sfinge with honey:

With sugar powder:

Israelis always having to make everything fancier:

They even made a savoury version of flat sfinge...

I hope this helps! Have a wonderful day, darling! xoxox

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[pillow-anime-talk]

19. “I’m pregnant.” -samatoki- gentaro- ramuda🍭

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; romance; huge fluff; pregnancy; mention of pimples; kisses; soft!samatoki; sfw

includes: female reader ft. samatoki aohitsugi {hypmic}

author’s note: again! i choose the first person. thank you :D

19. “I’m pregnant.”

Two red lines on a tiny pregnancy test brought tears to your both eyes; you didn’t know yet whether they were tears of happiness or insecurity, but you felt strange; completely different, maybe a little too carefree. You wiped your reddened eyelids and puffy cheeks by hand, blew your nose on a piece of toilet paper, then put the test into your back pocket. You washed your hands, looking at your face all the time, noticing two pimples on your forehead and chin. You knew perfectly well that mental and physical changes during pregnancy would be bigger and more visible – sometimes pleasant, sometimes irritating and painful. The pimples were nothing invasive so far, but you felt sad.

With a different face, a visible tummy, much more weight, morning sickness and mood swings, will you still be charming, attractive, sweet and beautiful to your husband? Will you still be desired by him, will he still love you and appreciate your little and big things? Strange thoughts lingered in your mind for the rest of the day; you thought about your relationship while eating dinner alone, while watching an American movie on Netflix, during your night routine and long bath, and while making meal for you and Samatoki. The man should be here in less than a quarter of an hour – at least that’s what he wrote in the message to you.

You set out on two trays a bowl of warm soup, a bowl of white rice, a small plate of pickled cucumbers, seaweed salad, egg omelettes with peas, a few side dishes of fresh vegetables and hot tea in your favorite mugs. A typical Japanese supper was your daily routine, your intimate moment and time for quiet conversation. With the last element placed on the table, your beloved entered the apartment. As usual, he smelled of cigarette smoke, heavy perfume, the dampness and smog of the city. You flinched slightly at the smell, covering your mouth with your dominant hand. The other landed on your stomach.

“Baby?” Before you could say ‘Hi’, you ran to the bathroom. Another dose of nausea attacked your body, and you bent over the toilet, emptying your stomach. Samatoki ran up to you moments later, stroking your back and whispering in your ear that everything would be fine and that you were very brave. You wiped your mouth with a piece of soft toilet paper, then looked at your partner.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered, closing your eyes and waiting for any scream or anger from him. Nothing of the sort happened though, and instead the white-haired man kissed you on your slightly sweaty forehead, smiling slightly.

“Well, not surprising. We’ve had unprotected sex for over a month.” He chuckled and you only blushed even more. “Did you call to the doctor?”

“N-No... Not yet...” You muttered, and then another wave of dizziness hit you – this time with redoubled force. Samatoki stroked your neck until you felt better, then carried you to bed for a while and fed you with warm soup.

He seemed indifferent to the information about the child, although by the end of the evening you could see him looking at you with love in his eyes. You’ve also seen him smiling sweetly from time to time as he browses the internet and sites about parenting, kids and pregnancy.

And then, just before going to bed, he threw an almost full box of cigarettes into the trash.

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[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

in a hotel lobby in utah, eating the world’s shittiest omelette, one side of the lobby is playing viva la vida by coldplay on a tinny speaker while the other side has a TV playing CNN gleefully talking about the IDF ramping up their ground invasion and “deciding who lives and who dies”

this feels like a very 2023 brand of american gothic

[castielafflicted]

it has come to my attention some of you might not truly understand my sandwich qualifications and why I've been calling them "shitty turkey sandwiches" when they're a perfectly normal quick sandwich of cheap white bread, american cheese, turkey lunch meat, and mayo.

behold 6 sandwiches I have made

my normal effort sandwich includes: cheddar cheese, at least one meat (or eggs), (usually) pickles, lettuce, tomato with salt and pepper, mayo, garlic and onion powder, and sometimes dijon mustard. the bread is not always toasted, but for a Good sandwich I dry toast one side in a skillet. a quick sandwich in my mind is cheddar and tomato or cheddar and lunch meat, but never american. my high effort sandwiches get wrapped in wax paper and sit a little bit so i get away from the Sandwich Making Smells and like them even more.

the first sandwich has a whole ass omelette with caramelized onions and garlic and bell peppers. it's on toasted garlic cheese bread. it has roast beef, mayo, yellow mustard, cheddar, the omelette, and tomato with salt and pepper. i still dream about this sandwich. the third sandwich is on sourdough i made myself.

so, comparatively, i am eating very shitty turkey sandwiches.

#zeph posting #like! i have made the best sandwiches ive ever eaten #i think the context of “shitty turkey sandwich” is lost on people that truly dont know my sandwiches #i made a tuna melt once for an old roommate in like 2020 that they still think about regularly #that double decker sandwich? the second half i cried while eating it #and the omelette one was so good i went back to the store to get more roast beef fore #sandwich #food #i dont care that this is my supernatural blog its going in tags where people see yhis shit #thank you cawis for making me think abt these sandwiches

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Jason didn't own a cat, but he had one purring on his chest. A solid black cat. Not excessively fluffy. Friendly enough.

In his own apartment, Jason realized as he sat up, arms automatically curling around the cat. His Jason apartment. Dressed in the sweat pants and t-shirt he used as pajamas.

He had no memory of getting here.

Jason would usually chalk that up to being that tired, but well, he also could have been possessed for who knew how long? So, what day was it before he started to panic over nothing?

His Jason phone had the date and the time and okay, it was about ten hours later. Part of it was spent sleeping. Maybe all of it. He felt rested enough, but hmm. It was like having a good day after having a week of bad ones. So he wanted to do everything he previously couldn't and in the process, over do it and crash harder.

Still, ten hours sleep? He'd take it, if it were all actually sleep.

Doubtful, as Jason put down the cat and started thinking seriously about breakfast and how much of a breakfast he wanted. He opened his fridge and nudged the cat away from it. He had supplies enough for... hm, nah. What sounded good? A French Omelette sounded good. With a couple rashers of bacon. Maybe fry up some diced potatoes with onions?

Jason started on the bacon first; cold bacon to cold pan, so as the pan warmed, so would the bacon and the fat would melt. He'd keep the bacon from frying to the pan with a couple of pokes in a minute or two. Better bacon was always made low and slow. He washed, sliced and diced the potato and onion. Pulled out the butter -the proper kind- pushed the cat away from the pan of bacon, the cat was fine on the floor, and popped the butter into another pan.

French omelettes took so much butter. Sure, he could make one with less, but his Jason apartment was too small to have a non-stick pan dedicated to nothing but omelettes. Besides, the butter was the organic, grass fed and grass finished stuff; it was healthy butter.

Pulling the eggs out, hm. Yeah. Two omelettes.

Bacon was..? Yeah, ready to be flipped, so he did that. Then it was time for the eggs to be cracked, beaten and poured in. French omelettes took more practice to make, but Jason had been a convert to them, ever since Alfred had first shown Jason how to make them. Prior to then, Jason hadn't liked omelettes, but it became clear to him later, that no, he just didn't like how people fucked up making American style omelettes. Himself included back then. He seasoned the omelette.

He plated the omelette, placed the bacon on the plate, tossed more butter onto his omelette pan and tossed all the potatoes into the bacon grease and turned that up. Gave the potatoes a few minutes, added the onions and cursed himself for not setting up a kettle to boil for tea.

He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, poured it into one of his larger cups and put it in the microwave for two minutes. While that was going, he eyed the cat again -it was pretending like it wasn't going to go after the bacon the second Jason turned, by giving itself a bath- so he started omelette number two, which would finish about the same time as the potatoes and onions.

The microwave beeped at him, as he stirred the potatoes and onions as he seasoned omelette number two. Picking up the cat under an arm, he walked to the cabinet that had his tea in it and picked a breakfast tea. Picked the cup out of the microwave, enjoyed the warmth of the ceramic and plopped the cat on the floor so set the mug down and quickly plate omelette number two and scrap the potatoes and onions onto the plate as well.

Then he checked the water temperature, judged it well enough for the tea chosen and put the tea bag into the water to steep. He scolded the cat for reaching up towards his plate and took the plate and the mug to what realtors would call "a breakfast nook," or "kitchen bar table," but Jason called "kitchen counter space," and sometimes "work space."

Jason was halfway through his first omelette when he noticed the work laptop he had used yesterday was there and some papers were under it.

His problem after food. He was starving.

The cat was making eyes at him. It meowed sadly. Like it had never been fed at all, in its entire life.

Snorting at the cat's lying he demolished his potatoes, the other omelette and everything but half of the last piece of bacon.

The cat was only getting it because the bacon was cold. That was Jason's story and he was sticking to it.

Clean up was simple; french omelettes didn't stick to the pan when done right, so only needed a rinse and today was an inside sort of day plan for him. Cat complicated things, but at the moment putting a lid over the bacon grease would have to do to keep the cat out of it. He was planning to use that to cook with later. The other dishes were quickly washed, dried and put away.

Settling back at his workspace, he checked his phones -no urgent messages, two vaguely important Crime messages, one voice mail about his car's extended warranty- and then it was to his laptop and the papers there on top and under it.

The papers on top were... oh, those were a plan. Well the start of one.

Jason knew he'd have to do some sort of scheme to get the cloning tech. A smash and grab would get too much attention but a heist? Just a simple little con?

Doable with a some time and effort and planning.

Hack the place to determine if they had the cloning tech and what research they were doing with it, because that was just due diligence. Still, no need to kill whatever clone was developing out of simple greed. He'd either have to use the bat computer or Barbie's set up for that in Gotham. Could just borrow Roy's too. Bribing Oracle might be best for that.

Do something so he could walk out of there with the equipment. Pose as tube maintenance people or whatever. That would only get them a couple cloning pods or tubes or whatever they cloned people in.

Xanxus had proposed faking and stealing a shipment of them. Because most scientists were smart, but that didn't mean that they built and maintained their own equipment. So he proposed getting a shipment made to be sent off and just making it disappear en route.

Which Jason liked the idea of, but just disappearing a shipment of cloning pods entirely would be suspicious. Doing a discrepancy however? A miscommunication? Faking that would be easy and let him disappear half a shipment or more, depending on size and shit. If he wanted to get fancy with it, he could even steal some money. Okay, a lot of money.

Fuck up some dubious science researchers and get rich in the process? Why yes, sign him up. It'd be work, but also fun. Basically a bribe for Barbie.

Still left him turbine-less and without a place to set it all up. Unless things panned out with the organ thief gang he suspected was holed up in one of those underground bunkers from the Cold War.

He turned on the computer, checked the server the bugs uploaded feed to and ran the data through the programs. There were more files on the server than he expected, so more bugs had been put out while he was "asleep." While that was going, he lifted the laptop to get to the bottom papers.

Well, bottom photos. A small stack of them.

Ten hours sleep? That was more unbelievable than being possessed by a ghost of an Italian mobster who ate the other Pit Demons under his skin.

The cat meowed at him.

Pictures from his mask footage stared back at him.

The organ thief gang did exist. As did their hospital.

And they did have sea access. Fuck yeah. The area was... he was so going to have order those turbines custom or renovate. Maybe he could just ask Roy to build it?

So now Jason had a better idea of what his body had been up to while he was "sleeping."

Still didn't explain the cat.

The cat meowed at him. Again.

#Izzy does fic #also Izzy was hungry while writing this #and now Izzy goes slep

[maximumphilosopheranchor]

The basic facts of mass hunger and death, although sometimes reported in the European and American press, never took on the clarity of an undisputed event. Almost no one claimed that Stalin meant to starve Ukrainians to death; even Adolf Hitler preferred to blame the Marxist system. It was controversial to note that starvation was taking place at all. Gareth Jones did so in a handful of newspaper articles; it seems that he was the only one to do so in English under his own name. When Cardinal Theodor Innitzer of Vienna tried to appeal for food aid for the starving in summer and autumn 1933, Soviet authorities rebuffed him nastily, saying that the Soviet Union had neither cardinals nor cannibals – a statement that was only half true. Though the journalists knew less than the diplomats, most of them understood that millions were dying from hunger. The influential Moscow correspondent of the New York Times, Walter Duranty, did his best to undermine Jones’s accurate reporting. Duranty, who won a Pulitzer Prize in 1932, called Jones’s account of the famine a “big scare story”. Duranty’s claim that there was “no actual starvation” but “only widespread mortality from diseases due to malnutrition” echoed Soviet usages and pushed euphemism into mendacity. This was an Orwellian distinction; and indeed George Orwell himself regarded the Ukrainian famine of 1933 as a central example of a black truth that artists of language had covered with bright colors. Duranty knew that millions of people had starved to death. Yet he maintained in his journalism that the hunger served a higher purpose. Duranty thought that “you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs.” Aside from Jones, the only journalist to file serious reports in English was Malcolm Muggeridge, writing anonymously for the Manchester Guardian. He wrote that the famine was “one of the most monstrous crimes in history, so terrible that people in the future will scarcely be able to believe that it happened.” In fairness, even the people with the most obvious interest in events in Soviet Ukraine, the Ukrainians living beyond the border of the Soviet Union, needed months to understand the extent of the famine. Some five million Ukrainians lived in neighboring Poland, and their political leaders worked hard to draw international attention to the mass starvation in the Soviet Union. And yet even they grasped the extent of the tragedy only in May 1933, by which time most of the victims were already dead. Throughout the following summer and autumn, Ukrainian newspapers in Poland covered the famine, and Ukrainian politicians in Poland organized marches and protests. The leader of the Ukrainian feminist organization tried to organize an international boycott of Soviet goods by appealing to the women of the world. Several attempts were made to reach Franklin D. Roosevelt, the president of the United States. None of this made any difference. The laws of the international market ensured that the grain taken from Soviet Ukraine would feed others. Roosevelt, preoccupied above all by the position of the American worker during the Great Depression, wished to establish diplomatic relations with the Soviet Union. The telegrams from Ukrainian activists reached him in autumn 1933, just as his personal initiative in US-Soviet relations was bearing fruit. The United States extended diplomatic recognition to the Soviet Union in November 1933.

Timothy Snyder, Bloodlands: Europe Between Hitler and Stalin

#Timothy Snyder #non-fiction #Ukraine #holodomor #USSR

[shojislady]

2. SO SCANDALOUS

"-ess.. princess. wake up, we need to get ready. kacchans making pancakes right now."

grumbling, she turns over to look at her clock. it's 10:15am, izuku let her sleep in a bit. today, the class was going out to the mall then the arcade to have class bonding time. with everything that's gone on, from the USJ incident and the tension from the sports festival, to the fight with stain (where endeavor unfairly took credit, causing the girl to have a "slight" hatred for him), and even the final exams, having to go against All Might with Bakugo and Midoriya, it was just a lot to handle. they're just kids, and kids need breaks.

walking into the bathroom, the girl began her daily morning routine.

"damn.. i look ROUGH..!" she said as she looked in the mirror. her bonnet looked as if it was trying to run away, her tank top was all twisted up, right boob was up in russia while the left one stayed home in america. she had eye boogers all around and her angel bite piercings were no where to be found.

she slept good.

"you know what... let me just wash my face right now and i'll do everything else after i eat."

her face care routine consists of ; black african soap, witch hazel, hydration drops, and a bit of coco butter.

finishing up and putting away her stray boobs, she found one of bakugos stolen hoodies and made her way downstairs.

(i would just like to add that she sleeps in boxers so yk that ass lookin fat 😋)

"good morning guys!" she greeted everyone, with a slight smile and wave. almost everyone was up, with the exception of a few people.

"hii y/n!"

"mornin bestie!!"

"Good Morning, Y/n! Glad to see you awake!"

and so on and so forth

"mornin angel.. im making your pancakes right now, but there's bacon on the tiny burner and i made u a tiny omelette. those burner thingies really come in handy, you know?"

"its a heating tray, katsu. and yes, that's why i bought them." she bought them for holidays like christmas and american thanksgiving, but since there's 21 kids living in one dorm, it's used more than expected.

"is that my fucking hood?? i've been looking for that for weeks!" bakugo exclaimed, turning around to give the girl a plate so that she could fix her food. "when the hell did you even- whatever.. as long as i get it back."

(Spoiler Alert, he doesn't)

"erm.. anyways..! so guys, what time are we supposed to be leaving??" asked y/n, going to take a seat next to shoji.

"Well, we're trying to leave for the mall around 12:45 since it isn't far, then leave the mall no later than 4:30-5." yaomomo began to explain. "I was able to rent the arcade from 6:15 to 10:30, food and drinks included, along with lazer tag , and we get the option of going in the bounce area, so when we get there just let me know."

"damn yaomomo... i knew you was stacked but DAMN!!"

"ong, bro's LOADED.."

"i'm calling you if i need to bailed out of jail."

"honestly guys it's not much, i just want us to have fun and relax as a class while being safe!" yaomomo said with a small smile on her face. she was literally loaded, like pockets so deep they could fit 3 gallons of milk each, pockets so swole they need an ice pack, pockets so fat they need they own TLC show type rich. but even so, she didn't like to flaunt her wealth. she'd rather use her money to pay for gifts and events for her friends, rather than to flex some diamond earrings or a gold necklace. She's still a teen girl though, so she still loves to go shopping. The girl is really just happy that she's found friends that actually love her for her, and not for her money.

"you're so cute yaomomo! i love you!"

"well thank you y-"

"if anyone, i mean ANYONE fucks with you, call me. these hands are rated E for Everyone. my fists are activists. i dont care if they're old, young, tall, short, fine, ugly, gay, straight. I believe in equality, and with equality comes equally distributed ass whoopings jus-"

"OK, n/n! i think momo gets how much you love her! since you're done eating can u help me?" midoriya interrupted the girls small rant.

"you gotta face the consequences of last night huh? you should've listened to me, but yeah i'll help!"

"you dont have to rub salt on the wound!" he whined. "i'll get stuff and meet in your room again?"

"sounds like a plan, izuku!" she replied, getting up to grab her plate and bring to the kitchen.

"OoOh y/n~" jirou began to tease. "last night? your room AGAIN? what scandalous activities have you been up to?"

"chill kyo, its not like that! he messed up his hair on his own and we always hang in my room bc its more.. welcoming.. then his."

"i know, y/n! im jus messin' with ya."

with her plate in hand, y/n walked into the kitchen where bakugo resided. he was cleaning the and putting away the dirty plates before he started to soak the pans.

"so, the nerd fell asleep in your room again huh?" he asked, washing a plate.

"yeah, he started to doze off a little while after you left, so he slept with me."

"i dont know why you guys dont just ask eachother out yet. you two are basically in love with eachother."

"katsuki, you know how i feel, and you know how zuku is. im pretty sure if he would act the same way with the rest of the class as he acts with us if he just trusted them more." she informed, getting ready to wash her plate before bakugo snatched it.

"don't even try it." ever since they could crawl, they've never let the girl lift a finger. hungry? chef katsuki at your service! scraped your knee? Dr.deku to the rescue! and yes, they know that she's the perfectly capable and well off to do these things on her own, but why should she when she has two men to do it for her?

"anyways. we've all known eachother since literally birth. i see things, i observe things. you two are literally inseparable. im pretty sure y'all first words were eachothers names. you know how you act around him, you see with your own two (or four) eyes the way he acts with you, and im pretty sure he peeps it too. just ask eachother out already and stop being pussies for fucks sake!"

"oh my gosh?? shut the fuck up?? you're so damn loud??" she said, slapping him in the back of his neck.

"aye. try me again and we gotta tussle. i'm not deku. i'll will beat the black off you. i strike so much fear into your melanin pigmentation that it will come to me."

"whatever katsuki, u can run me my ones later, i gotta go help zuku now."

"ight then angel, u better be ready. see ya later."

with that, she finally left the kitchen and headed towards her dorm to meet izuku.

.*•

"finally.." the boy sighed. it's now 11:45 am, and they (she) just finished detangling, moisturizing, and somewhat styling his hair. at this point, her fingers and wrists were tired, her back was aching, her feet were sore, and she had the very violent urge to go back to her black roots and pop this nigga with the comb.

"I know damn well YOU not heavy breathing like you did some work. all yo lazy ass did was sit there and watch Netflix. YOU COULDN"T EVEN HOLD THE DAMN SPRAY..."

"I'm sorry, ma. thank you so much, I should've listened to you last night. now do you already have clothes ready? or do you need to pick something out?" he asked, pulling her into a hug and rubbing her back.

".. you better be so lucky i love you. but yes, i need to pick. have u chosen?"

" yup, right before I came to wake you up. so i'll help you if you want?"

"yes please"

taglist: @ast4rg1rl

I FINALLY DID IT YALL..

and i already started the next chapter🙏🏾

well i split this chapter up into 2 to make things easier on me and y'all!!

so if its not out by next week then i'll post something embarrassing 🙏🏾

BUT ILL BE IN DUBAI FOR A WHILE SO JULY 13th IS MY DEADLINE

anywho

when i show outfits and stuff they're just there for ppl like me who can't visualize that well <3

WELL

UNTILL NEXT TIMEE

#bnha midoriya #bnha smau #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku smau #mha iida #mha fanfiction #shojislady #mha bakugou #mha deku #deku midoriya #izuku x reader smut

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Wait do Americans put milk in their omelettes for real