#and the lasagne thay come out of it

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ren please my love will u write me "wiping their tears when they cry" for buddie mwah

Also for @abcdefuk-off who requested the same prompt. This got so much longer than planned lol but enjoy the Buck angst <3

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Those first few days after waking up, and after leaving the hospital, everything hurts. Buck gets used to a baseline of pain: headaches, muscle aches, healing burns on his hands, fractured ribs, bruised lungs, something vague and unrelenting that coils tight in his stomach. It all ebbs and flows, a tide teetering between low and high, easy enough to ignore sometimes, but never fully gone.

It gets better, as days blur into weeks. One and then two and then three, and after four he’s sitting in Dr Salazar’s office and she’s saying, “You can go back to work as early as next week.”

Buck doesn’t know how to explain the flash of panic that seizes him. The way he wishes she could just tell him that something is wrong, that there is some physical explanation for the way he feels. But all his other doctors say the same thing: there’s nothing wrong with him. His lungs have healed enough for him to go back to work. His hands aren’t even going to scar. There are no blood clots in his leg, no reason it should be hurting at all, except for how it will probably always hurt sometimes.

“But it’s worse,” Buck tries. “It hurts more, and more often, doesn’t that—shouldn’t it mean something is wrong?”

“You’ve been through a trauma,” is all the doctor will say, shrugging behind ultrasound and CT results that all say the same thing: he’s fine.

So why doesn’t Buck feel fine?

Why can’t he just feel fine?

****

He gets through the first shift fine. He’s exhausted at the end of it, a headache knocking behind his temples, but it’s fine. He’s fine. He lets Eddie talk him into going home with him, manages to smile through breakfast with Christopher before crashing hard on the couch, and when he wakes up a few hours later, he’s fine.

The second shift, he doesn’t go home with Eddie. Doesn’t leave the station with a headache, either, which is nice, but he’s left with something restless and itching beneath his skin that makes him want to run until he has forgotten how to breathe.

He goes home instead. Deep cleans his apartment. Heats up frozen lasagne for lunch and eats sitting on the balcony, squinting at the grey edge of the sky and wondering if it’s going to rain.

Come over for dinner? 🥺 Chimney texts around four p.m., and Buck spends several minutes frowning at the message before he sends back a question mark. Chimney sends back a block of the same emoji in response and refuses to elaborate.

Fine, Buck replies. But just for the record I’m sick of eating pot roast.

He’s half expecting it anyway; Maddie isn’t a bad cook, but her repertoire is a bit limited, and Chimney’s even more so. When he arrives at six-thirty on the dot, he’s pleasantly surprised, and then a little suspicious, to find them setting out containers of Thai from one of Buck’s favourite takeout places.

“This isn’t another intervention, is it?” he asks, and he tries to make it sound like a joke, but he’s pretty sure he doesn’t succeed.

“Should it be?” Maddie asks, eyebrows raised.

“No,” Buck answers, matching her raised eyebrows with his own narrowed eyes. “I thought we agreed you couldn’t fix me.”

Chimney fumbles a grease-stained paper bag and two spring rolls make a bid for freedom, rolling across the counter. He snatches them quickly, muttering hot hot hot under his breath as he drops them onto a plate. He doesn’t say, “ah, so there is something that needs fixing,” but he may as well have. Buck steals a spring roll and bites down on it hard, chewing and swallowing even as his eyes water at the burn of too-hot pastry and filling.

Maddie rolls her eyes. “Sometimes dinner is just dinner, Evan. Why don’t you help Chimney set the table? I’m going to get Jee washed up to eat.”

Just dinner would be sitting in his apartment alone with whatever leftovers he dug out of the freezer, but Buck doesn’t argue. He takes the handful of cutlery Chimney offers him and sets it out on the table, Maddie and Chimney side-by-side, Buck opposite them both, plastic cutlery arranged carefully on Jee’s high chair at the head of the table. It’s hard to feel anything but warm inside when handling toddler cutlery, which was probably Maddie’s goal all along.  

It spreads through him while they eat: warmth soaking into aching muscles, loosening the tension in his spine, helping him breathe a little bit easier. They don’t ask him if he’s okay and at some point he stops expecting them to. It’s like the moment after a jump scare in a movie, when all the tension that has been building snaps, the door pushed open to reveal a cat or a squawking bird where you expected to find a killer, adrenaline draining away to leave you loose and giggly. Buck stretches out his legs under the table and he can almost trick himself into believing that the twinge of pain is just in his head.  

After dinner is over—plates and cutlery packed into the dishwasher, leftover Thai in the fridge—he helps Maddie give Jee a bath and put her to bed. It’s good. Normal. From the moment the tap turns on until Jee’s bedroom light is turned off, he feels like he can breathe. Like he might be okay.

Which. That was probably Maddie’s goal all along.  

“You can stay,” Chimney offers when they’re back out in the kitchen. “The guest room has a proper bed and everything now.”

Buck smiles, appreciating the offer. “Nah, I should get home. Thanks though. For dinner and…”

A gesture, vague and all-encompassing. Chimney shrugs it away.

“Anytime,” he says, and Buck knows he means it. He could show up here at three in the morning and he wouldn’t be turned away. “See you at work tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Buck agrees. “See you at work.”

Maddie follows him to the door and hugs him tightly before he steps outside.  

“Drive safe,” she says against his shoulder, words cast like a spell. “Text me when you get home.”

It’s the kind of thing she has said to Buck all his life. He used to roll his eyes good naturedly, grumble through a yeah, okay , and he’d still speed through yellow lights but he’d always feel a little more guilty about it with Maddie’s words in the back of his mind.  

Tonight he just squeezes her again and promises, “I will.”

He slows down for every yellow light on the way home.

****

It’s not so bad at first: a dull ache, deep enough in his leg that he can almost ignore it. He’s getting pretty good at that, with the way it feels like the pain is always there these days, lurking, waiting to pounce. Buck avoids looking at it head-on for as long as he can, like it’s a monster in the dark that he can keep away by pulling a blanket over his head.

So it doesn’t sneak up on him, really, but it still takes his breath away when the pain corkscrews through his leg, suddenly sharp and biting. Buck stumbles, catching himself on the engine, choking back a curse that becomes a strangled wheeze. His first thought— fuck, ow ow ow —is followed quickly by a second: thank god everyone else is already in the engine .

“Buck?” Bobby calls, head sticking out through the front window. “You coming?”

Buck gives him a thumbs up, words trapped behind tightly clenched teeth. Climbing into the engine is hell, his leg pulsing with every step up, and he curls his hands into fists to hide the way they’re shaking after this seatbelt has been clipped into place. It was a long call, the kind that leaves everyone tired and not in the mood to talk, and Buck is absurdly grateful for it because it means nobody is paying too much attention to him. Nobody sees the wince he can’t hide when the truck jolts over a pothole, or the way he has to brace himself before jumping out when they’re back at the station.

There’s a bottle of Tylenol that lives in his work bag and he goes straight for it after he gets his turnout gear off. Everyone else has already drifted towards the bunks, but Buck tries not to limp as he walks up the stairs anyway. It feels too much like giving in. Like letting his leg and that bomber kid and the whole fucking universe win.

He tries to pace, tries to shake the cramp out by moving, but every step is like a knife through his ankle, his knee, shooting up through his hip to grip his chest in a vice as well. Buck makes it three limping circuits around the loft before he gives up and collapses on the couch. He folds over, head against his right knee, left leg stretched out while he digs his fingers into the long-healed muscles and wishes the pain would go away.

A stress headache is setting in now too, the kind that feels like his head is in a vice, the pain squeezing and squeezing and squeezing. Buck takes a shaky breath, then another, then another, trying to figure out whether he feels sick, or if it’s just the same coiling tension in his stomach that he’s been dealing with for weeks.

“Hey.”  

He flinches, startled, and Eddie moves closer with a frown.

“Buck? You okay?” he asks, sounding like he’s already halfway convinced that he answer is no . Which it is, but.

Buck swallows. “Yeah, just—my leg. ‘M okay.”

Eddie hums, an I’ll be the judge of that kind of sound, and he perches on the edge of the coffee table, so close that their legs have no choice but to touch. “Can I…?”

There’s a half-hysterical thought in the back of Buck’s head that his leg will fall apart if he lets it go. The pain will tear through flesh and bones and leave nothing but broken, jagged pieces behind. Blood and sinew and useless muscle hanging off splintered pieces of bone. The thought of it makes him sick and he has to swallow hard against the nausea before he can make his fingers loosen their hold. It gets him a smile, quick and gentle, like Eddie knows the mental battle it took.  

“Okay,” he says, easy and soft. “Do you want to lie down?”

Buck shakes his head. Even if he’s lying on his back, even if it’s the couch in the station instead of the rough asphalt of the street, his edges are too frayed right now for it to feel like anything other than being back there under the truck. He stretches his leg out in front of him instead, hands curled into tight fists while Eddie does his exam, quick but thorough.

“I don’t see anything concerning,” he judges, and Buck shouldn’t mourn the touch of his hands but he does. “No redness or swelling… is it just the pain?”

“Yeah,” Buck manages, too shaky. He doesn’t need to explain because Eddie knows more than most what it’s like when an injury heals but doesn’t ever fully let you go.  

“Alright.” Hand on his knee for a second, two seconds, warmth lingering even after it’s gone. “Heat or ice?”

Buck shakes his head because—he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know if anything will help.

“Okay,” Eddie takes his non-answer in stride, “we’ll try heat first, then switch if it isn’t working.”

It doesn’t take long to grab a couple of heating pads from the first aid cupboard, nor to pull the coffee table a bit closer so Buck can put his feet up on it without having to stretch. Hen would smack him if she saw him doing it, but he’s pretty sure Eddie would defend him. His only other option is stretching out on the couch and—no. Not tonight.  

“Here, drink this,” holding out a glass until Buck takes it.  “It’ll help.”

It’s only half full, which is good because Buck’s hands shake when he holds it. He still feels vaguely sick, but he chokes down a few sips anyway, clinging to the way Eddie smiles at him when he does.

“Better?” he checks, adjusting one of the heating pads that had started to slip off Buck’s knee.  

Buck wants to say yes. He wants to say yeah, all good now, thanks for your help but you don’t need to stay . He wants to rewind time and never get in the front seat of the truck. He wants to rewind time and wait just a few minutes before climbing up that ladder so the lightning doesn’t hit him. He wants and wants and wants. He’s spent his whole life wanting—his parents to love him, somewhere to belong, to be useful and good and happy —and even now that he has so much, he still fucking wants.  

Buck bites his lip through the sting of frustrated tears, determined not to cry.

“It’s been, um, worse. Lately. Since the lightning strike.”

Eddie frowns. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Buck shrugs, as if he doesn’t know the answer. As if the words aren’t right there on the tip of his tongue: I didn’t want anyone to worry .

“No,” Eddie says, gentle and a little bit—sad, almost, but trying not to be. It’s like he can read the words spinning through Buck’s mind. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

Because Eddie isn’t anyone . He hasn’t been for a long time. Buck rubs a hand over his face, then picks at a loose thread on his knee, avoiding Eddie’s eyes.

“Are you going to tell Bobby?” he asks.

“You don’t want me to,” Eddie says, not a question. Buck shakes his head anyway. “Because you don’t want him to worry? Or because you don’t want to be benched for the rest of shift?”

The simple answer is both . That’s the answer Buck is supposed to give. It’s what Eddie is expecting to hear. But the truth is that Buck died, and nobody will let him forget it, and he still doesn’t know how he really feels about it.

That coil in his stomach tightens, dread clogging his veins. A traitorous, frustrated tear slips out and Buck squeezes his eyes shut. He makes a belated movement to wipe it away, but Eddie’s hand is already there, the curl of his fingers warm under Buck’s chin and his thumb warmer still as it swipes gently across his cheek. It’s that, Buck thinks, more than the pain and the frustration, that makes the next two tears slip out.

“I won’t tell Bobby,” Eddie promises him, the absence of his touch burning like frostbite when he pulls his hands away. “But I’m going on record saying that I think you should.”

“I can still do my job,” Buck mutters, sinking into his corner of the couch. It’s the easiest excuse to hide behind. It’s even mostly true: he can do his job, even if adrenaline and determination are the only things that get him through.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Buck wilts. He does know. And he doesn’t want to argue with Eddie. It’s always so much easier to be angry, to burn hot and fast and deal with the fallout later, but whenever he reaches for the flames these days, whenever he thinks it’s not fucking fair , all he feels is tired. Bone deep, achingly tired.

You’ve been through a trauma , people keep telling him, but Buck has been through traumas before and they’ve never left him feeling quite like this.

“Fine,” he sighs. “I’ll tell Bobby if it becomes a problem.”  

If it comes down to other people’s lives, he would have done it anyway. He’s not stupid; he’s not going to risk anyone else.

Eddie nods, satisfied. He takes the glass of water from Buck’s hands and sets it on the coffee table, out of the way, then settles into the couch at his side. There’s enough space that they don’t need to be touching, but they end up pressed together from thigh to shoulder anyway.  

“Do you think you can sleep?” Eddie asks.

Buck shrugs, but he’s pretty sure the answer is no. He’s pretty sure that Eddie knows it too.

“Alright,” he says, reaching for the remote. “But it’s my turn to pick what we watch.”

It’s not, but Buck doesn’t fight him on it. He doesn’t care what they watch, doesn’t think he could focus on it right now anyway. He closes his eyes, letting the sound of some late-night soap rerun fade into background noise, and waits for the pain to fade with it.

****

Buck doesn’t sleep, but he drifts, sinking down to something close enough to sleep that it can almost be called rest. His leg doesn’t hurt as much anymore, the weight of the heating pads over his knee and ankle as much of a relief as the heat itself. He’s not sure what time it is when footsteps on the stairs make him tense, threatening to undo all the hard work that Eddie and the heating pad have done to relax his muscles. The only thing that keeps him still is the hand Eddie puts on his thigh, warm and grounding. He squeezes gently— relax, you’re okay, I’ve got you —then stands up, meeting Bobby in the kitchen with an easy, “Hey, Cap, you want some coffee?”

Buck relaxes, listening to the familiar sound of people moving around the station kitchen: mugs clinking, the coffee machine gurgling, the slightest squeak of boots on the floor as Bobby and Eddie move around each other. It’s so familiar and soothing that he’s almost back in that state of not-quite-resting, drifting through the currents at the edge of the room, when he hears Bobby ask, “He okay?”

It’s right there in his voice: worry worry worry . Buck bites the inside of his cheek hard enough that he tastes blood, sudden and metallic. It stops his heart in his chest for a beat, two beats, and he has to breathe carefully through the swell of memory and nausea until the taste of blood and bile have both been swallowed down.

“Yeah,” Eddie is answering behind him, and that helps too, “just a leg cramp, he’s okay.”  

Buck doesn’t get to find out what Bobby’s response to that is—the alarm rings and he’s on his feet before it’s a conscious thought. Before he stops, one hand on the bannister going down the stairs, and wonders whether he should actually stay behind. Whether Bobby will make him stay behind.

He hesitates too long. Long enough that everyone else is already climbing into the truck and Bobby is looking back at him from the app bay, eyebrows raised.

“You coming, kid?”

Buck shakes himself and follows. He can still do his job.

****

The fire burns hot and fast, two townhouses already alight when they join the 122 on scene, a third just starting to go up as well.

“Shit,” Chimney mutters, and Buck feels it in his bones: people are going to die tonight. People are probably already dead, just waiting for someone to pull their bodies out.

“Buck—” Eddie starts, low and close, fingers twisted in his sleeve, and Buck doesn’t know what he’s going to say but—

“Not now,” he says, shaking Eddie off.

Eddie lets him go.

Buck tells himself that he’s grateful for it, even as his leg throbs in protest. He’s fine, he reminds himself. He’s fine, he can still do his job.

And he does. He lets the smoke and the flames numb him, sinking into the routine: check room after room after room, pull out body after body after body. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think.

He’s limping by the time they clear the buildings. The pain isn’t as bad as it was before, but it’s deep and persistent, the kind of always there pain he got used to feeling in the weeks after the ladder truck crushed him. Buck sees a life stretching out before him where it never goes away: he’ll wake up hurting every morning, go to sleep hurting every night, probably have to quit his job because he’s always, always hurting.

He feels sick. Thinks he might actually be sick, stuck on a roller coaster he doesn’t know how to get off, and he leans shakily against the engine, pressing his forehead against the cool metal while he tries to breathe the feeling away.

Bobby finds him there.

Of course Bobby finds him there.

“Here,” he says, and his hand is a steady pressure between Buck’s shoulder blades until he turns his head, blinking past the red of the engine to find a water bottle being held out. Bobby shakes it a little when Buck doesn’t immediately reach to take it. “Come on, Buck, you know the drill.”

Buck wonders which drill that is. The stay hydrated when fighting fires one, or the don’t disobey orders one, or maybe the let people take care of you one. It doesn’t really matter, he supposes, the answer is all the same. He grabs the water bottle from Bobby’s hand. Fumbles it open and takes a few sips.  

“Sit,” Bobby suggests, hand still on Buck’s back, gently guiding him the few limping steps until he can sit on the front of the engine. The scene is still bustling around them, firefighters moving like moths around the flames, but Bobby seems content just to stand beside Buck, watching silently.

Buck lasts five minutes before he breaks.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” he asks, exhausted down his marrow.

“About your leg?” Bobby doesn’t pretend not to know what he’s talking about and Buck is grateful for it. “I figured you’d come to me if something needed saying.”

Buck swallows.  

Swallows again.

He’s pretty sure they’ve reached the point where something needs saying, but he has no idea where to start. I’m sorry , maybe. I swear the doctor cleared me , probably. The words all feel frothy on his tongue, taking up more room than they should, and he opens his mouth without really knowing which ones he’s going to say and—  

“I’m scared.”  

It’s a whisper. A confession meant for the dark safety of night, spilled out here in the burning daylight of a new day like oil on the road. The sun glints off it like a beacon: here! look, beware, there is danger here! Buck wants to scoop the words back up, shove them deep inside his chest, lock them up where he’s the only one who might choke on them. He wants to find a smile, or a joke, anything that he can tape over the moment to wipe the look of quiet concern off Bobby’s face. He wants to pretend that he’s fine because maybe if he pretends hard enough it will become true.

“I don’t even know why I’m scared,” he finds himself confessing anyway. “I don’t know why my leg hurts, or how to make it stop, or—”

or if I’ll ever feel normal again

There’s a flash of memory—Eddie crying at the dining table, Eddie’s room destroyed, Eddie’s door locked, Eddie dying in the street—so sudden and visceral that Buck flinches away from it. His breath stutters, and his leg throbs sharply, and it’s all so much that he almost flinches when Bobby puts a hand on his shoulder as well.

“I’m not going to pretend that I have all the answers,” Bobby says, as warm and steady as his hand. His lips twist into something wry for a second as he adds, “Or any of them.” Buck doesn’t smile, even though he thinks he’s supposed to. “But I’m always here if you want to talk, or even if you don’t.”

Bobby breakfasts . It’s not a secret at the firehouse, but it’s always talked about in low tones, the same way you’d whisper about something sacred. They’ve all had one at some point: a quiet invitation at the end of a hard shift, “we don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” then the comforting bustle of a café with good coffee and eggs cooked any way you want them. Buck remembers sitting in that café three days after Eddie got shot, the taste of blood still in his mouth and his stomach too messed up to even think about eating, sipping camomile tea while Bobby ate a bagel and did the crossword in an honest to god newspaper beside him.

He remembers wondering where the newspaper even came from. Remembers the flash of fear at the realisation that he’d lost time somewhere between the firehouse and the café. Remembers his hands shaking around his teacup, china rattling as he set it back in the saucer, and Bobby’s knees bumping against his even though the table was big enough that they shouldn’t have.

He remembers that it helped, even if he didn’t really know it at the time.

“Captain Nash!” someone calls, and it’s like a bucket of ice water over Buck’s head.  

Bobby glances behind him, towards the IC who called his name, then back at Buck, his reluctance clear on his face.

“Go,” Buck tells him, hugging himself. “I’m okay.”

Bobby still hesitates, long enough that the IC calls his name again, and Buck tries for a smile that is probably more like a grimace by the time it reaches his lips. It gets Bobby moving though. Gets him to nod, once, and squeeze Buck’s shoulder again before he turns with a parting, “I’ll send Eddie over.”

Buck opens his mouth, halfway to a protest, but Bobby is already striding away. He should be annoyed, he thinks; he doesn’t need a babysitter. But instead he’s just kind of grateful as he sinks back against the engine, knowing he won’t be alone for long.

****

The shift is over by the time they get back to the station, but Buck still finds Bobby in his office. The door is open, but he knocks anyway, leaning heavily against the doorframe because he thinks his leg might collapse under him if he has to take one more step.

“I can’t,” he says, when Bobby looks up at him. “Talk about it. Not yet.”

Not with Bobby, at least. Not until he can find a way to say I’m not okay without also saying you died, you know? in my coma dream, you died because I wasn’t there to help save you, and I don’t know what to do with that because sometimes I feel like I can save everyone except myself .

“Okay,” Bobby says easily. “Would you like to have breakfast anyway? We don’t have to talk.”  

Buck smiles, tired but real. “I appreciate the offer, Cap, but—maybe a rain check?”  

Bobby’s face is a silent ah . “You’re going home with Eddie.”  

It’s not a question. Buck nods anyway. If he turned his head just slightly, he’d be able to see Eddie hovering by the engine, both their bags slung over his shoulder, waiting for Buck to be ready to go. Waiting to jump in if he’s needed too, knowing Eddie.

“Good,” Bobby smiles, and Buck knows it means he’ll take care of you . “If you need anything, let me know.”

“I will.”

Bobby nods, satisfied, then looks back down at his paperwork. “I’ll see you next shift, Buck.”

Buck bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn’t do something embarrassing like burst into tears. He has to breathe through the sudden lump in his throat a couple of times before he can say, “Thanks, Cap. See you next shift.”

He turns carefully, weight balanced on his good leg, and limps out towards the parking lot. It only takes a few seconds for Eddie to fall into step beside him, their shoulders bumping gently.  

“Okay?” he checks, brown eyes warm and serious on Buck’s face.  

Buck smiles; still tired, still pained, but still real.

“Yeah,” he answers. “All good.”

And it’s not really. Not fully. But—

“It will be,” Eddie agrees, smiling back.

It will be .  

Yeah.

Yeah, Buck thinks, he’s gonna be okay. His family will make sure of it.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Maddie Buckley #Chimney Han #Bobby Nash #911 Fox #fic #post lightning buck is something that can be so personal

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Finding My Peace with You

Cooking lesson doesn’t go as planned

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Panic Attack, Alcohol Abuse, Past Abusive Relationship (lemme know if I missed anything)

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: felt angsty today, sorry not sorry.

Falling for Melissa Schemmenti was easy.

She was the first teacher to approach you when you started working at Abbott Elementary a few months ago. You were the new history teacher, now sharing your duties with Jacob, and you still felt a little out of place. It started with casual conversations during lunch, soon after which the redhead invited you to sit with her and Barbara at their usual table of the breakroom. 

Not so long after that, much to Janine’s despair, Melissa invited you to join the two older teachers in one of their favourite restaurants instead of having the lunch at school. With time, the two of you started walking each other to your corresponding classrooms, taking turns on who was walking who every day. And as the weeks passed the two of you grew closer to each other. You loved Melissa’s company, she made you feel comfortable around the other teachers and always made sure you were included, for which you were eternally thankful. This school routine quickly progressed into the two of you hanging out outside of the work hours, movie nights at either of your places were at least a weekly occurrence. 

You couldn’t help falling for her, deeper and deeper with every exchanged word, with every look. You adored the soft side of her, the one she doesn’t show to many people. But she allowed you in and you knew that under this badass shell there is a big softie. You loved the way she was with her students, the way she cared about every single one of them and would go above and beyond to ensure the best quality of their education. 

And Melissa couldn’t help falling for you either. She had a particularly soft spot for you, always saving you a seat at the weekly assembly that you would inevitably be late to. Each time she cooked she would make some extra, just to save it and bring it for you the next day. 

One particular evening she finally gathered the courage to ask you out on a date, a real one this time. Not just a movie night ending in a sleepover. She took you to one of her favourite Thai restaurants, the woman always said that no Italian restaurant in the area would come anywhere close to her cooking, so she opted to stay away from them. And you, of course, didn’t protest. The evening was perfect, almost as perfect as her, the two of you chatted for hours, about everything and anything. Shortly after you made the relationship official between the two of you, still wanting to keep it somewhat private, away from the school gossip. 

*** 

As the cold winter day started reaching its end, filling Philadelphia with darkness, you and Melissa prepared to make dinner together in the redheads sacred kitchen. You have been dating for a few months now and most of your evenings were spent together. 

It didn’t take long for your girlfriend to realise just how bad of a cook you were, and it seemed that she has taken it upon herself to teach you the “Italian secrets” of cooking passed down in her family from generation to generation. Tonight, Melissa was teaching you how to make her signature lasagne. She would always emphasise that the secret to a good lasagne was a homemade pasta, which you couldn’t argue with, after all her lasagne was the best one you’ve ever had. 

You watched older woman expertly chop garlic, explaining to you the secrets behind the technique and you couldn’t help it but feel a sense of awe. You have always been intimidated by cooking, but you adored the way Melissa made it seem so effortless and all the patience she had for you.  

She of course noticed your hesitation when it was your turn to chop a few cloves, she smiled at you warmly as she gently guided your hands “Don't worry, cara," she said "Cooking is all about love and passion. You just need to feel it in your heart."

“But what if I don’t” you chuckled as you turned your head towards Melissa.

“You will sweetheart, trust me on this one” she replied as she placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Here, keep going and I’ll just pour myself some wine.”

Your body tensed up as the last words left her mouth, your chest tightening as the anxiety slowly started creeping in. 

Deep down you knew that you were safe around your girlfriend, that she would never hurt you. But you couldn’t help the overwhelming fear that had you in a spiral at every brief mention of alcohol, because you knew all too well what it makes people capable of.

You never told Melissa about your past experiences, the hell one of your ex’s put you through. It didn’t seem important and you didn’t want to let it have any more control over you. Despite it being over 3 years, the wounds you were left with did not heal yet, the scars being constantly picked at by everyday conversations you’ve had with your friends. 

You tried your best to keep it in you, continuing to chop the garlic with your shaking hands. 

“Would you like some too?” Melissa said cheerfully as she started pouring the red liquid into a very fancy looking wine glass. 

“Hm… no I’m okay” you replied with a slightly shaking voice “um Mel, I think I’m gonna go get some fresh air” you whispered as you dropped the knife onto the chopping board and sped out of the room. You felt your eyes fill with water as you opened the back door and stepped into the backyard. Despite the cold winter air hitting your body it was increasingly harder to breathe. 

Melissa knew something was wrong as soon as she heard your reply, but you were out of her sight before she could ask what was wrong.

The second you were outside you couldn’t keep your tears in any longer, letting them fall down your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. You stood by the wall, trying to keep yourself standing as your head became dizzy from the lack of oxygen. 

This is when you felt Melissa’s gentle hands wrap around your waist trying to hold you up right. You frowned at the initial contact, but the softness of her touch allowed you to begin to relax in her embrace. She pulled you towards her, strong yet gentle arms providing you with the comfort you needed in the moment. You wrapped your arms around her tightly as you buried your face in the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry” you whispered as your embrace around the woman tightened. 

“Shh it’s okay baby, there is nothing to apologise for” her gentle voice sounded through the silence of the evening “I’ve got you y/n/n, you’re safe” at those words you let out a quiet sob, you tried to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

The two of you stayed like that for a few more minutes, neither of you wanting to let the other one out of the safety of this moment. You decided to head back into the house when you felt Melissa shivering, not wanting to be the reason your girlfriend gets a cold. You sat down on the couch as Melissa handed you a glass of water, before joining you and pulling you into the security of her body she knew you needed.

“Would you like to talk about that?” she asked, gently stroking your hair as you lied on her chest. You took a few deep breaths before gathering the courage to answer her.

“I don’t know what happened” you murmured, looking up at her, into her big, green eyes. “Usually, I know how to manage it, just when you mentioned the wine today a lot of bad memories came back flooding my brain and I couldn’t escape them”

You proceeded to tell Melissa everything, detailing all the memories that were brought back to you. The fear you felt every time alcohol was mentioned, the fear that had you unable to move as you were awaiting the inevitable, when you knew alcohol was involved. And what it left you with, or without.

“Oh darling, why didn’t you say anything before?” Melissa whispered back as she placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and tightened her hold of you “I wouldn’t have done that if you said anything”

“I didn’t want to inconvenience you” you chocked out, tears freely falling from your eyes as you weren’t even attempting to stop them at that point. 

“Honey, you never inconvenience me, especially not with something like this” she said as she smiled at you softly. You started to get calmer as Melissa’s hands held you close to her, your head resting on her chest. The sound of her heartbeat sounding in your ears, allowing your body to relax. You stayed like this for another hour or so, making some meaningless conversations as the redhead stroked your hair.

“I’m sorry Mel” you said softly after a few minutes of silence “I feel like I ruined our evening”

“y/n/n, you didn’t ruin anything” Melissa replies as she started to slowly lifting the two of you off of the couch “come on, we don’t need to have another cooking lesson today, I can finish everything off and you can be my cute sous chef”

“That’s a very nice upgrade from a spatula holder” you chuckled as you grabbed her hand and headed towards the kitchen. Right before you managed to grab your favourite kitchen utensil from the counter Melissa pulled you back into another hug.

“I love you y/n.” she whispered into your ear as your arms wrapped tightly around her “Thank you for sharing everything with me today, I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you.” she added as she kissed your forehead. “You’re safe now and I promise I will never, ever hurt you.” 

Falling for Melissa Schemmenti might have been easy, but loving Melissa Schemmenti was even easier.

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tagged by @janinaduszejko

relationship status: this soul is an independent one, I like living by myself.

fav color: look, on the one hand I always want to DROWN in a really dark green, but I've also spent the last couple of months being OBSESSED with that kind of desert art duo of pink and pale blue teamed with a white or dark green (think Miami track colours for those people who can follow that specific thought process through, or the kind of colours you get if you google palm springs desert art).

song stuck in ur head: Let Me Drown by Orville Peck / Dwight and Duley by Cris Williamson (at first it was admiration // he found a friend in something less than good // he comes on the regular // he comes on the regular now) - I think it's actually a song about a horse during lockdown but as no lyrics exist on the internet for it then I'll just make my own assumptions thank u

last song u listened to: Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers

3 fav foods: Look, I like pretty much everything so narrowing it down is hard but Ken Hom has a beef green curry with aubergine in his old Ken Hom Cooks Thai cookbook and it's by far the best green curry I've ever had outside a restaurant, so. That. There's a place near me that does a breakfast bao, which is basically a sausage patty and egg and hash brown and sriracha in a bao and I don't want to throw down the location pin too specifically but if you know, you know. And my mum's lasagne with her bechamel sauce is my favourite thing to eat and it's always my first choice for my birthday meal (however close that falls to my actual birthday).

last google: um. well. before sriracha so I could figure out how to spell it, it was 'anatomical penis diagram' for this Max/Daniel fic I'm writing (don't ask), except my unexpected learning was that dicks have a muscle called the bulbospongiosus muscle, and -- aside from sounding like a pokemon -- I didn't know THAT existed before, so we've all learned something today.

dream trip: Right now I am too sick to travel, which sucks, particularly as I have a LOT of air miles from some judicious use of an air miles credit card for the whole of lockdown + beyond BUT the fantasy would be a) come hang out with friends in America again, it's been too long, and too many plans got put on hold years ago, b) some ridiculous train journey out of a mystery novel, like the Orient Express or whatever, some fancy sleeper cabin where porters carry my luggage about, and c) I'd love to go back to Dubrovnik, I loved it there even though i was very kidney-sick through that whole trip and should probably have been at home in hospital (jazz hands). That trip was years and years ago. It would be nice to go back (less sick this time). And like a million more trips because the world outside is fascinating.

anything i want right now: Be less unwell would be nice (and obvious) but other than that, the sky outside is SO pink and pretty right now, super lovely sunset. Unfortunately no one told me that moving so close to the sea would mean you had to wash your windows so fucking often because of the salt build up, so I'm looking at this incredible sunset through the grainiest, blurriest window. Magically salt-free windows. That's an achievable one at least.

tagging @easterwings (because I owe them an email and this might remind me to actually press send), @astorytotellyourfriends, and @allwaswell16, my goblin buddy.

#waffling on about me

[homeosloven]

oh and one of the main reasons why im mama's favourite kid is because i fill up her ragù stocks every time I come home

#and my ragu is bussin #like probably the best thing i do #and the lasagne thay come out of it #ugh heaven on earth #also i should start baking pies again 😍 #diary of a gay slav

[themalhambird]

fic prompts: Mary asks Anne to be her bridesmaid, Anne cries (from happiness).

The Nosebag is a small café down the alley-like Saint Michael’s Street, on the floor just above an equally tiny Thai restaurant. Richard would like it, Anne thinks, if she could ever drag him away from the swankiness of Valerie Patisserie or Paul’s to the eclectic mix of cakes, jacket potatoes, home made lasagne, and salad bowls. The cushions on the benches by each table are faded and shabby, but the pale wooden floors have been polished till they gleam. And, Anne thinks, licking caramel off her fingers, the millionaire shortbread is to die for. “Hey!” Mary arrives, her bag hanging over her arm and balancing a lasagne and a pile of salad on a tray. She’s smiling, though she’s looking a little pale and tired. But happy, radiantly happy. There’s an engagement ring flashing on her finger. The diamond on it is huge. “Henry’s dad,” Mary explains, noticing the direction of her friend’s gaze as she sits down. “It, well, it was Henry’s mother’s.” 

“It’s gorgeous!” 

“I know!” Mary exclaims, beaming. “Henry nearly cried when his dad said he could have it…I think he thought his dad had already given it to his girlfriend or something-“ 

“Henry’s father has a girlfriend?” Anne asks curiously. 

Mary winces. “Girlfriend…secretary he keeps having kids with …I suppose it’s the same difference when you’re one of the richest businessmen in Britain. Anyway!” she stabs her lasagne with her fork. “…is it really bad that this is my breakfast?” she asks “I was gonna have a florentine but this just smelled so good...”

 “Well, you’re eating for two,” Anne says easily. “Built in excuse to eat whatever you like, when you like really.” Mary laughs. 

“Tell that to my sister. She’s already fussing about the difficulties of wedding dress shopping when we don’t know what size I’m going to be in six months’ time. I’m thinking, ditch her and my mother, steal Richard off you and make him come around all the dress shops with me.”

 “He would love that,” Anne says sincerely. “He spends more time gazing in wedding dress shop windows then I do and we-“ she breaks off, blushing. Mary shoves a forkful of lasagne in her mouth. 

“You what?” she asks, face lighting up even more brightly. “Are you guys going to get married too???” 

Anne reaches for her coffee. “I don’t know,” she says. “It’s…It’s complicated, we have a Robert to think about. I think, actually, that Richard just wants to a wear a pretty white dress.” She sips her drink

. “But you said you wanted to talk about something,” she says, “Is everything okay, are you and Henry doing alright? I know Richard’s told Henry, that if there’s anything you two need, anything at all…” 

“Actually,” Mary says, sounding a little hesitant. “There is something, if it’s not too much of an imposition. I was wondering, would you be my maid of honour? Well, my only bridesmaid really, There’s no one else I really want.”

 A large smile spreads across Anne’s face even as her eyes start to prickle. “You mean it?” she asks.

 “Really?” she reaches across the table to Mary even as she reaches out to take her hand with a squeeze. 

“Really!” Mary says with a laugh. “Oh Anne, I know you’ll have exams and things to worry about, but-“

 “Oh, hang the exams,” Anne says with a laugh, wiping at her eyes. “I would be honoured.”

 “It’s just, my mother, and my sister are being….wonderfully supportive, with the baby and everything, but…I love Henry, Anne. I don’t think that they understand that I’m marrying Henry because I love him. Not because I’m pregnant with his child. If I didn’t love him, I wouldn’t be marrying him, baby or not, and I want the wedding to be about the fact that I love Henry, not about the fact I’m pregnant…will you help me?” 

“Of course,” Anne says, brimming with happiness. “Of course I will!”

#my fic #the plantagenet student au

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CHARACTER INTRODUCTION

THE BASICS

NAME/NICKNAMES: May Parker

ALIAS: “Aunt May”

AGE: 50

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her

AFFILIATION: #teamspiderman (or, at this point #teamspiderpeople)

FACECLAIM: Paget Brewster

THE DETAILS

FAMILY: Her parents are deceased, she doesn’t have any siblings (that she knows of) and they lost Ben circa pre-Civil War, I believe. All in all, it’s mostly always just been her and Peter. What’s more of a dream team, anyways?

THREE FAVORITE THINGS: Thai food, denim jackets and her #1 nephew.

EDUCATION: A college graduate who spent more time looking cool than studying but she got by, thank you very much.

SKILLS: Being a kickass aunt is a skill. She can also get wine stains out of white dresses, knows pretty much all of Stevie Nicks’ discography, once tied a cherry stem with her tongue and was a two-time ‘if you can get it all, it’s free’ champion at some local diner.

WEAPONS: Just her lowkey fists of fury, huh.

ABILITIES: N/A (the stellar BS detector isn’t universally recognized, unfortunately)

THE QUESTIONNAIRE

IN THE LAST YEAR SINCE THANOS WAS DEFEATED, WHAT HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN DOING?

All in all, rebuilding her life and attempting to keep some semblance of normality and stability in Peter's life. The usual stuff, y'know. A roof, a curfew(ish), at least three meals a day that include some sorta vegetable. A lot of pretending that she knows what she's doing in the face of the world literally crumbling and then spitting everyone back out like it was nothing. No big, just another manic Monday in NYC. May's always been pretty good at rolling with the punches. Before Peter's parents died, she was more than settled on being the Cool AuntTM to the absolute max. She was going to sneak Peter his first beer, let him drive her car, not embarrass him when he brought a date around for family dinner but things changed, obviously.

So she rolled with it. Being so suddenly in the know and in the center of things though, she definitely felt a big need to actually do something. Be proactive. Help people; it’s what Peter did, it's what Ben would have done. Despite the lack of super-juju, she did her part where she could helping those whose lives were totally messed up by the ole snap-a-roo.

May absolutely insisted on knowing all the information she could afterwards too. I mean, remember when her kid literally went to space without calling? Yeah, samesies.

WHAT HAS YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED IN THE AFTERMATH OF THANOS, HIS SNAP AND EVENTUAL DEFEAT?

May already had her fair share of experience when it came to grief. She'd known loss, she already knew that permanence wasn't real and you could do every little thing right and still end up heart broken. You never know what the day is going to bring. But this was...a lot. In a way she was weirdly grateful that she'd at least dusted too because being left behind knowing that Peter was gone? That would have been one loss too much. Knowing that she was supposed to have protected him and that she had, undeniably, failed in that? It would have been heartbreaking.

Actually, it still kinda was. Even though they all came back, even though the heroes won and the bad guy was defeated, she still felt as if she had failed. You want the best for your loved ones, you want to keep them safe but what was she was meant to do in the face of something like that? I mean, sure, if she had been there... She definitely would have taken a swing at Thanos for even looking at Peter wrong but that's just the point: she wasn't there and that stuck with her. She was probably a lot more overprotective, insisted on almost constant communication and may have had a small, minor cry over a burnt lasagne (but, like, it wasn't about the lasagne).

Still, there is hope, isn't there? Even in the face of what, for her, was the literal end of the world... There was hope. There had been some wild solution to fix everything, even if it had come at a price. Despite the worst of odds, they still got saved. That was something at least, you know?

THE SAVAGE LANDS IS A NEW AND DANGEROUS PLACE, HOW IS YOUR CHARACTER COPING WITH THE NEW ENVIRONMENT?

Nope. Nope, nope, nope--- no, thank you. She's been a city gal her whole life, hasn't even been on a camping trip so there's no way she's happy about being landed in...wherever the hell this is. Knowing her luck, this will definitely be more Jurassic Park than Land Before Time, you know? If she can make it through the literally day without being eaten, then we can talk.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Headcanons;

May was the leather pants clad, motorcycle riding, tattoo her parents never found out about having kinda gal who you never would have imagined Ben Parker to end up marrying. Mostly because, well, she'd said on multiple occasions she wasn't the marrying type- unless there was some kinda Elvis impersonator involved. They were best friends since high school though, even went to the same college and just when she thought she couldn't handle having another bad boyfriend (or girlfriend), he finally fessed up about his F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S. The rest was, as they say, history.

Definitely felt too young to be a mom. Well, guardian. Aunt with responsibility. May had never considered kids before and she was scared to death when they first took Peter in. Ben was perfect as always and yes, she'd literally loved that little kiddo since the day he'd been born but it was still scary. What if she forgot to pick him up from school and he joined a biker gang? What did kids even eat? Did she really have to say things like 'do your homework' and 'eat your larb' outloud? Needless to say it all worked out in the end but despite faking it 'til she made it, she was 100% freaking out, lowkey, at the time.

Never dated for a long time after Ben. She showed up to a few dates (online dating... Way scarier stuff than raising a kid) but often ended up bailing or ghosting before they could even show up. Even now it still feels kinda off. Sure, she'll flirt and she has a beating heart but as for epic, true, soulmate, matching tattoo love? She feels like she had it. Done, dusted (poor wording) and that's just...how it is. No big.

Read a ton of blogs about how to handle raising a teenage boy and felt very confident in all she had to say, however ridiculous. Lucky she and Peter have always had a really open and honest relationship. She's always wanted him to feel like he could talk to her about anything. They were a team and it'd always be them against the world, no matter how weird things got.

Loves a two-tone double denim look! Loves some high-waisted jeans. Absolutely adores literally anything with stripes and she shan't be stopped. Always looks great, let's be honest.

Looks like a cinnamon, really is a cinnamon roll...until you try and mess with her spidernephew.

#u: intro #bio #Am I Doing It Right.mp3

[ruinedrainbowpooka]

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better (or don’t it’s up to you!) Tagged by  @erincorvus​  like half a month ago. BUT I DIDN’T FORGET Nickname(s): Mary. I don’t really have any anymore. My mom and meme (pronounced me-me, not meh-may. It’s apparently a super southern us thing... which how a super northern new england child happened upon that is a  mystery my family never solved) Gender: Agender  Sign: Aires. I actually have all the rising and shit written somewhere. I was like... mid-learning how to decipher that when I got distracted. Eastern sign is water dog Height: 180 / 5′11 Time: 21:46 / 9:46 PM Fav band(s): Rhapsody/Rhapsody of Fire, Pulp, No Doubt (early stuff really), Blind Guardian, Nightwish, Blue Oyster Cult, Aerosmith, Queen, Journey, Ozzy, Styx, the Doors, CCR, Escala, and lots more Fav solo artist(s): Billy Joel, Meat Loaf, Madonna, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Utada Hikaru, Bon Jovi, Melissa Etheridge, Janis Joplin, Lindsey Stirling, and lots more Song stuck in my head: The Room Where It Happens, from Hamilton Last movie I saw: Does the bit of Independence Day that was on in the ER count? Ummm.... idk? Sing! Maybe? Last show I watched: Great British Baking Show When did I create my blog: ...August 10th, 2013?! Really?! I’ve been on this hellsite for 5 years?  What do I post: Whatever. SPN, Kemetic stuff, real world shit, anything shiny that gets my attention, mcu, Mary and Raven Theatre, fic updates, animals, stupid shit. Whatever, really. Last thing I Googled: >_> Um. How to. look up when you made your tumblr. Before that was mouth problems cos wife is having problems. Do I have any other blogs: Nope. Do I get asks: Not really. I like getting them, even if sometimes my anxiety is just CANNOT ANSWER RN Why did I chose my URL: goddess name I used as a handle once and just kept using it. She’s a nature goddess and I found a connection to her. These days I tend to shorten it to Gyhl. Following: 259 blogs Followed by: 270 blogs Average hours of Sleep: 3 - 16 hours, depending on stage of bipolar, ptsd problems, etc etc etc. Lucky number: 4. Well. that’s my ocd tick number. Same thing, right? -_- Instruments: Clarinet (tho I prefer alto clarinet), sax (preference for tenor tho), flute. some violin, some piano. What I am wearing: a black babydoll tank top and a pair of undies. sexy, no? Actually, cos I’m hot and don’t feel like clothing. Dream job: published author, psychiatrist, symphony. In reverse order Dream trip: Journey around the world with stop overs in England, Ireland, France, Greece, Egypt, Japan, Australia, New Zealand.  Fav food: My dudes, I’m a fat girl. Food is my favorite. Indian, Thai, homemade lasagne, ice cream, cake, stuff my mom taught me to make. Nationality: .....american. :/  Fav song: depends on my mood. Am I bouncy? The Room Where It Happens. Am I suicidal? Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through. Others include A Time For Us, Holding Out For A Hero (either Jennifer Saunders or Van Canto’s versions), Ballroom Blitz. Last book I read: The Cabin in the Woods. I’m in the middle of The Ring and Lemony Snicket’s The Austere Academy rn.  Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: Harry Potter, Elder Scrolls, Star Wars.... Star Trek (old trek, not nu!trek) is tied in there

I tag… @makethwoman, @fandomjunkie2004, @hobbitystmarymorstan, @aphnxrising , @hobosolo  and anyone else who wants to

[essentialsupplies-shop]

What's for Supper? Bulk Groceries to the Rescue!

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Can there be anything more disheartening after being asked,

‘What’s for supper?’

than to open your grocery cupboard and find the shelves almost empty? It is like reliving the nursery rhyme,

‘Old Mother Hubbard,’

who found her cupboard bare. On the other hand, there is nothing more satisfying than finding the shelves stocked with pantry staples. At

Essentials Supplies

, our team knows the upside of having a cupboard fully packed with essential bulk groceries.  

If your pantry shelves are stocked with various bulk food items like pasta, grains and sauces, then, when it is your turn to cook and you hear the words, ‘What’s for supper?’ you can confidently respond with: What cuisine do you feel like tonight -  Italian, Thai, Mexican, Chinese or Indian?’

‘Buon appetito’

If you want to cook like an Italian mama, then you need to make sure your shelves are stocked with a range of bulk groceries such as various kinds of pasta, Italian sauces and tomato paste. Whether you’re in the mood for fancy pasta Alfredo with a garlic and herb sauce, spaghetti marinara, lasagne, or penne with a shrimp sauce, it’s all sorted when you have shopped for bulk food staples.

‘Gin hai aroy na’

‘Gin hai aroy na.’ If you were in Thailand, this is how your waitron would say ‘enjoy your meal.’ But that doesn’t mean you cannot say it in your own home kitchen when the bulk groceries stocked in your cupboard include Thai red curry paste and Pad Thai rice sticks and noodles.

‘Provecho’

It is customary in Mexico to say ‘provecho’ (proh-veh-choh) before starting a meal. Mexican food is always a flavorful crowd-pleaser and a quick supper option. Make sure your list of bulk groceries include taco, enchilada and fajita seasonings and sauces, because, like Dickens’s Oliver Twist, you are likely to hear the words ’Please, I want some more.’

‘Chī hǎo hē hǎo’

A trip to Chinatown is not always an option, but certain Chinese bulk food staples should always be in your pantry. Stock up on Chinese 5 spice, hoisin sauce, oyster sauce, Chow Mein noodles and, of course, Chinese oolong tea. There you go, home-cooked ‘Chinese takeaways’ are an option, any night of the week!

‘Kripyā bhojan kā ānnaṅd lijīyai'

When it comes to Indian food, you don’t need to be told, ‘Please start eating.’ The aromatic fragrances and scented spices wafting from basmati rice dishes smothered in a rich tikka masala or delicate korma sauce, will tantalize the taste buds and invite you to an exotic culinary experience. Due to their long shelf life, rice and prepackaged sauces are great bulk food items to stock up on.

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Essentialssupplies.com is your ideal online shopping trip when purchasing bulk groceries. Take your time wandering around our online aisles and shop to your heart’s content.

All our deliveries get shipped from our local warehouses around the US. This provides us with fast shipping times and multiple locations from which we can supply products. Find out more.

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[parbhattravel]

Pattaya Tour - A Food Paradise

Pattaya is known for its sensual delights and was once the hub of the s*x tourism industry. However, the city has now reinvented itself and is adorned by some great restaurants. Food in Pattaya is fast capturing the imagination of the visitors - infact the range of international cuisine available is simply unbelievable. In Pattaya, high quality does not mean high price. You can easily afford to dine in style - the average price range is 200Baht to 1000Baht for a satisfying, inter-continental meal.

Gourmet food

French style gourmet food is easily available at many of the city's luxurious eateries, with prices well below those charged in Paris, London or New York. Casa Pascal's, just off the second road in the heart of Pattaya, and Pascaal Schnyder sell the best French meals in the city. You can also check out Bruno's in Jomtien, a delightful restaurant that serves cordon bleu specialities. It also has a walk-in wine cellar where you can pick a drink for your meals.

Low to mid-range eateries

Pattaya and the surrounding towns host a large number of mid and low range eateries. Italian restaurants are extremely popular and you can tuck in pizzas cooked in stone ovens, tasty lasagne and antipasta at reasonable prices. Besides, there are some great Tex-Mex diners run by expats who deliver great food in equally authentic atmosphere. Jomtein beach also some great Swedish restaurants.

A taste of the Orient

If Thai food is your goal, you will be spoilt for choice. Pattaya beach and Jomtien beach have a fair share of restaurants where you can savour the freshest seafood in fine and casual settings. If you crave Indian food, you will find solace in a complete range of Indian restaurants serving dishes from the north and south of the subcontinent. From tandoori delights to hot and spicy vindaloos to Madras curries and assorted vegetarian delights, the choice is varied. For Indian dessert delights, you can check out Saras in South Pattaya.

Coming back to Thai food, it is abundantly available throughout Pattaya and the neighboring satellite towns. You can savour the spicy delights at the roadside eateries, on jetties jutting into the ocean or in more formal settings. Apart from the visitors, even locals from Bangkok and other parts of Thailand come here to sample the aromatic delights.

You can also sample Thai and intercontinental food in hotels and private Pattaya villas, which generally include the services of Thai chef that can prepare dishes to your exact specifications.

https://www.parbhattravels.com/pattaya.html

#pattaya tour packages #pattaya tour

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Where To Eat After A Swim At One Of These Outdoor Swimming Spots added to Google Docs

Where To Eat After A Swim At One Of These Outdoor Swimming Spots

Whether your swim style is more Olympian in the backstroke finals or stoned Labrador with a penchant for splashing, there’s no denying that hitting up one of London’s outdoor swimming options is always a lot of fun. And the one thing we love more than letting our inner Tom Daley splash free - toe point, toe point, spin - is eating out. Together, it’s an unbeatable combination. Here are our favourite lidos for building up an appetite and then the restaurants we recommend hitting up after.

   Featured In Your (Socially-Distanced) Summer Get all the guides SERPENTINE LIDO

Hyde Park’s Serpentine Lido is basically London’s answer to a trip to the beach. And sure, it’s one of the world’s few swimming experiences where you’re likely to see a Z-list celebrity in Speedos and a mardy swan in the same breaststroke, but we’re into it. The views of the park are great and if you deem the water temperature to be, erm, fucking freezing, you can always opt for a pedalo instead.

 Rob Greig Lurra £ £ £ £ Spanish  in  Marylebone ££££ 9 Seymour Place

A serious looker, Lurra is a Basque inspired tapas spot in Marylebone that’s a casual 20-minute stroll from the Serpentine Lido. If you’ve spent the past few hours pretending you’re in Northern Spain rather than just slightly north of the Central line, this place is a great shout to keep that new tan, hot weather mood going. Their 14-year ‘galician blond’ steak for two is one of our favourite meat-heavy dishes in London and is honestly worth its £65 price tag, but if you’re looking to keep things cheaper, you can go for a couple of tapas staples and a big glass of wine.

Alternatives: The Grazing Goat’s daily pie special or The Colony Grill Room.

PARLIAMENT HILL LIDO

If you’re swimming on the Heath, then you’re likely heading to the ponds. You and several hundred dedicated bougie London literary loyalists, all driven wild by the romanticism of cold water swimming and the occasional natant rat. For Parly Hill aficionados, that suits just fine. The art deco beauty is around the corner from Gospel Oak overground and one of north London’s best old-school Italian spots.

Ristorante Rossella ££££ 103 Highgate Road

After several laps you should always reward yourself with something saucy, and that’s where Rossella comes in. It’s an old-school Italian trattoria on the Highgate Road where locals have been tucking into hearty portions of ragu lasagne for years. It’s a homely, ‘have another spritz’ type place, that’s all about pleasure rather than perfection.

Alternatives: The Southampton Arms, Carrots + Daikon.

BROCKWELL LIDO

Herne Hill is lovely. If we knew how to sleep without the lullaby of nearby police sirens or had the capacity to not spend our entire salary on takeaway coffee, we’d probably live there. That’s part of the reason that their huge local lido ranks so highly in our estimations. Great swim, great area. You can book your slot online or on their app.

 Giulia Verdinelli Llewelyn's £ £ £ £ Modern European  in  Herne Hill ££££ 293- 295 Railton Rd

Llewelyn’s is a three-minute walk from Brockwell Lido. Do you know what that means? That means that within five minutes of leaving one of London’s best swimming destinations you can be sat out in the sunshine at one of London’s best restaurants. This neighbourhood restaurant is charming with a capital C and the food will never let you down. If the weather decides to go all monsoon season then you should know that the inside situation is just as nice as their extended outdoor terrace, and their desserts will cheer up any rainy day.

Alternatives: Little Ochi or Four Hundred Rabbits.

THE WEST RESERVOIR CENTRE

The West Reservoir Centre is an ideal escape from London whilst very much remaining in London. The Stoke Newington open water swimming, canoeing, and breaststroke-and-catch-up spot has a 400m course that can either be taken seriously (wetsuit, goggles) or slowly (bobbing, gossip). Either way, there are a few different directions you can go for some sustenance afterwards.

 Fink's Salt And Sweet £ £ £ £ Brunch  in  Highbury ££££ 70 Mountgrove Road

An enormous appetite isn’t guaranteed after a swim, but Fink’s is perfect whether that’s the case or not. The neighbourhood café and deli is respite for solo readers and friends looking to catch-up over a BLT on Dusty Knuckle sourdough, or a slice of homemade carrot cake and a coffee. It’s a ten-minute walk from the reservoir or you can always get something to takeaway instead.

Alternatives: 01 Adana, Jolene.

HAMPSTEAD HEATH PONDS

You’re ready for your very whimsical dip in the ponds. Sure, your ‘mate’ keeps telling you that you bear an uncanny resemblance to a condom, but we think you should wear that swim cap with pride. Even if there is a slight air of Durex about your current look, it’s hard to argue with the fact that the ponds are an absolute go-to sunny day activity. Ignore the inevitable queues and moss floating nearby, the ponds have our hearts.

 Karolina Wiercigroch The Bull & Last £ £ £ £ Pub  in  Parliament Hill ££££ 168 Highgate Rd

Swim and pint. Pint and swim. It’s a glorious combination that probably isn’t condoned by lifeguards, but is 100% backed by us. But rather than just going to any old boozer for a cold one after an arguably colder swim in the ponds, head to proper part-pub-part-restaurant The Bull and Last. The menu changes regularly but you can expect things like homemade soda bread, sirloin of beef and aioli sandwiches, and chargrilled onglet. Expect plenty of locals, a great selection of cask ales, and a Sunday Roast that we’d maybe (definitely) sell our souls for.

Alternatives: Wet Fish Cafe, Baan Thai, or The Stag.

LONDON FIELDS LIDO

London Fields can be a bit of a bun fight in the summer and the same goes for the lido. That said, all you need is a bit of organisation and you’ll be able to use a pool bang in the middle of east London that doesn’t need a membership card or a job in media that requires you to take poor quality Class As. Options-wise there’s plenty to choose from down Broadway Market, but there are better things elsewhere.

 Karolina Wiercigroch Hash E8 £ £ £ £ Diner  in  Dalston ££££ 170 Dalston Lane

On a regular weekend the queue for Hash spills out of the door, with countless pairs of Converse, Vejas, and Doc Martens waiting patiently down Dalston Lane. That’s because the wait for their chorizo and sweet potato hash or pork belly benedict is always worthwhile. Being a brunch specialist, there are piles of pancakes and plenty of Bloody Mary too.

Alternatives: Bánh Mì Hội-An, The Prince Arthur.

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I’m tasteless celery anon. Read your list I literally love everything you hate. Recipes will say one clove garlic I add a whole gulf I love garlic cooked or raw. The one thing we agree on is rocket it’s bad. Love black coffee. It’s kinda like what you eat influences your taste buds. Like if you don’t eat a lot of dark chocolate and heavy rich surgery foods than a triple dark chocolate cake that I would describe as rich and decadent you’d say too sugary. I just think taste is neat.

oh I love garlic when it’s cooked though! I’ll add insane amounts to what I’m making if the recipe calls for garlic in the first place. my Italian flatmate revealed to me the other day that she’s never had garlic and I was like......but you’re Italian?? turns out the region she’s from doesn’t use it in their cooking. 

also I really love dark chocolate, but it’s an acquired taste. I used to be a milk chocolate kind of person, but then gradually went darker and darker. I draw the line at around 72% though which is the highest I’ll go, 80% and up is way too bitter for me. I can’t stand white chocolate though, it’s basically just fatty vanilla sugar, absolutely vile. I have also had the misfortune of being served what I thought was a rich and decadent dark chocolate cake and then it was mostly sugar and I was just...nope. how can you fail at putting enough chocolate in a dark chocolate cake???

to answer your other ask, some of my favourite foods (also prefacing this with: I am gluten intolerant so don’t eat a lot of pasta or bread because the gf versions are expensive):

Bland Category:

fish - fish and chips, boiled fish with boiled potatoes (I’m Icelandic don’t judge me), fried fish with potatoes (there’s a Theme here), fish stew, fish soup, fish gratin (my mum makes a really good one with yellow curry, pineapple, and grated cheese that she got out of a 90s cookbook). Fish is always cod, haddock, salmon, or rainbow trout (aka the ‘cheap salmon’). I detest herring. I’m very suspicious of most fishes that are eaten in Denmark that aren’t cod because in Iceland where I’m from those fishes are generally considered ‘inedible’ fish and are mostly used as animal feed or bait. Why would we eat them when we can have the Good Fish instead? It’s a cultural thing, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with those fishes. Herring I just have an irrational hatred towards. It’s the Worst fish. 

CHEESE and various dairy products. I like everything from ricotta and mozzarella and cream cheese to mature cheddar to goat cheeses, blue cheese, and Parmigiano. Yogurt. Skyr (Icelandic product). Kefir. Buttermilk. Viili (Finnish product). Rahka (another splendid Finnish product). Sour Cream! Cottage Cheese! I like it all.

The Fun Category:

Indian food - I cook a lot of simple curry dishes for myself though I definitely prefer getting it in restaurants or as takeaway as it’s often much better than what I can manage to make. If it’s coconut based it’s the best. The ones I cook for myself are actually more Sri Lankan than Indian and call for coconut.

Mexican food - two of my staple dishes to cook for myself are chili con carne (or chili sin carne, increasingly, these days) and a soup that is likely more Mexican inspired than actual Mexican (the recipe comes from a Swedish cookbook and I modified it). This is also food I’ll go out for. 

Thai food - mostly fried rice/rice noodle type of dishes. Coconut based curries are my favourite. I go out for these.

Chinese food - if my dad isn’t cooking it for me, which he rarely is because we haven’t lived in the same country in 20 years, I go out for this. I’ll get rice and then chicken or vegetables in some kind of spicy sauce, depends on the restaurant (the ones I know of specialise in regions and the dishes vary drastically).

Vegetables:

eh this one’s hard because for a lot of vegetables it’s “DEPENDS” and also when I was a child I not only was a really picky eater who refused to eat anything but potatoes, fish, and dairy, but also a lot of fancy veggies weren’t available in my homecountry because it wasn’t grown there and didn’t ship well or whatever. so I’m not used to eating a lot of vegetables to begin with. hence why I like canned peas, because that was the only way we could have them. s lentil a vegetable? I love lentils. I’m not a huge fan of beans but I’ll put them in things like chilis, and I’ll have baked beans if I’m eating a full English/Scottish breakfast out somewhere.

I love tomatoes and mushrooms though. I don’t like most vegetables raw, I prefer them cooked. Roasted or fried. I have been served far too many boiled broccoli/cauliflower/carrot mixes in my life to ever want to eat them again. I

These days for my lunches I’m assembling them out of: bistro salad mix, fried mushrooms and fried bell peppers, fresh tomatoes (cherry, san marzano, or other very flavourful tomato that comes in small sizes), mozzarella if I have it (or avocado if I have it), hard boiled eggs or spicy fried chicken or other lunch meat if I can find it reduced in the supermarket. salt, pepper, oregano, sweet chili sauce. if I don’t have mozarella, eggs or avocado in there I’ll add some mayonnaise to the sweet chili sauce to add some fat. it’s very basic stuff but it’s easy to make, filling, and is made of things that I like.

sometimes I don’t have the energy to make lunch and will either have whatever Indian curry & rice on the menu from the restaurant on campus (it’s not great food but the servings are huge and very extremely affordable) or I’ll just eat gluten free oat biscuits.

Fruit:

see above. the only fruit I’ll eat fresh basically is bananas and I don’t even like bananas that much. They’re just the easiest to eat. I kind of like apples but I can’t just bite into one (it’s a texture thing), I’ll have to have it cut and sliced into small bits. Same with pears. Every now and then I’ll get a craving for some soft and sweet fruit and buy like, 1 peach, or 1 nectarine or 1 mango and then eat half of it and then I’m Done. I’ll sometimes get those little plastic cups with bits of melon and pineapple and grapes and eat the contents of that and be like I have now had A Fruit and be good for like, a month.

I like berries to an extent and usually cooked or baked in something. I love bilberries in pie and if I can find reduced raspberries at the supermarket I’ll turn them into a sauce to put on plain yoghurt. I like orange juice and prefer squeezing it myself, but I will not actually EAT an orange (or another citrus) because once the juice is all gone what you’re left with is the fleshy bits and they’re bitter as hell and a Bad texture.

I grew up with artificial fruit flavours in candy so generally I’ll prefer a cherry flavoured sweet over a real cherry because the real cherry will taste Green a lot of the time and the candy will not, and the candy will have a more intense flavour. The only exception to this is marachino cherries in those fancy jars, I’m happy to eat those in desserts.

But also most of the foods that I cook for myself are just Generic Pan European foods or Random Dish I Just Made Up. I’ll be making lasagne one day not following any authentic Italian recipe (I mean, it just has Things In It That I Like and also a can of tomatoes), and the next I’ll be having grilled cheese toast for dinner and the next I’ll not bother cooking and just have yoghurt and the next day I’ll go look at the reduced vegetables section in Tesco and come away with random stuff that I can put into a soup or stew (always tomato based) that again doesn’t follow any known recipe but rather a ‘these are tasty things I like that happened to be on sale and when combined like this will be tasty to me’ method. Not a huge fan of butternut squash for example and would never buy a whole one to cook but here in the UK it’s often in mix bags with sweet potatoes and onion (all diced), and if those are reduced to idk £0.85 down from two pounds whatever you bet I’m taking that bag and making soup or stew out of it. I’ll add lentils, stock cubes, can or two of tomatoes, whatever other veg I have if I have it, spices, and have rice with it. I’ll usually get dinner for at least 4 days out of it. My staple spices (aside from the sri lankan spice mixes I use) are paprika, cayenne pepper, cumin, chili flakes, oregano, salt, pepper, cinnamon. we have a basil plant but I’d otherwise have dried basil as well. these are all spices that go well with tomato based dishes and/or mexican dishes and are pretty versatile.

#long post #I'm sure nobody cares #maybe except you anon #I talk a lot about buying things reduced #I have done this for a decade because such is the poor student life #and anyway there's usually nothing wrong with it #can you tell I'm procrastinating #almost done with my reading for tomorrow's class though #Anonymous

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The Best Vegan Restaurants in Canada

From Toronto to Montreal to Vancouver to Halifax, we rounded up some of the best plant-based restaurants in the country for you to visit on World Vegan Day and beyond.

ByCHLOE New York’s famous fast casual vegan restaurant ByCHLOE is now open in Toronto. Modelled after the chain’s flagship restaurant in NYC’s West Village, the Yorkdale location pays homage to its inaugural space as well as its signature menu, with items like their Guac Burger, Quinoa Taco Salad and Chlostess Cupcakes. The Toronto menu also includes a Maple Bacon Cheeze Burger, Poutine and Split Pea Soup. Word on the street is they’re already looking for their second location, in the financial district.

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Talk less, GUAC more 🥑🍔. Tap to order our fan favorite, THE GUAC BURGER!

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Virtuous Pie This vegan pie joint with locations in Toronto, Vancouver and Victoria offers pizza toppings like herbed potato cream, truffle almond ricotta, spicy Buffalo cauliflower, and gochujang-braised jackfruit. They also have vegan ice cream in flavours like Thai tea, bourbon vanilla, and salted caramel & chocolate pretzel. For World Vegan Month, they’re offering customers something called a Vegan Passport, which you can find out more about here.

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KIM JACK THROWBACK 🌶🍕⁣ ⁣ Making a comeback for ONE WEEK ONLY, our Kim Jack pizza will be available this Thursday Oct. 31 to Wednesday Nov 6th at all locations. An OG pie, the Kim Jack launched when we first opened our doors in 2016 and was an instant fav.⁣ ⁣ KIM JACK 🍕: Hoisin Crema, Cashew Mozzarella, Kimchi, Gochujang Braised Jackfruit, Roast Broccolini, Scallion

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LOV Montreal’s beloved vegan restaurant recently expanded into Toronto with an airy, plant-filled space at King & Portland. Menu items include poutine with miso gravy, lasagna with lupini tempeh bolognese and buckwheat sweet potato gnocchi, as well as an organic wine list, cocktails, coffee and baked goods. Their newly-launched brunch menu, meanwhile, offers a tofu Benedict, French toast with apple-infused cashew cream, and a vegan omelet.

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Avec l'automne qui se fait de plus en plus sentir, ça donne le goût de manger chaud et réconfortant ! Ce week-end, demandez la lasagne LOV, c'est le plat idéal pour la saison, et pourquoi pas l'accompagner d'un bon petit verre de vin rouge bio ?😉🍷 . With Autumn getting more and more real, comfort food never sound so delicious ! This weekend, ask for the LOV lasagna, it's the perfect seasonal dish, and why not pair it with a glass of organic red wine? 😉🍷 #LOVrestaurant

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Aux Vivres For over 20 years, Aux Vivres has been offering Montrealers an eclectic range of vegan food, including Indian chana paratha, Thai rice bowls, Greek gyros with souvlaki tempeh, and “Mexicali” burritos.

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Pommes de terre, pakoras, paratha, chutneys de menthe & de tamarin, garni de carotte & coriandre! 🤤🙏🏻 __________ Potatoes, pakoras, paratha, mint & tamarind chutneys, garnished with carrot & coriander! 🤤🙏🏻

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Planta The plant-based restaurant has three outposts in Toronto—its flagship in Yorkville, with items like eggplant lasagna and vegan pizzas; Planta Burger, which offers six different kinds of burgers and oat-milk milkshakes; and Planta Queen, whose Asian take on vegan food includes items like watermelon maki rolls and potato truffle dumplings.

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Heirloom Vegetarian Located in a beautiful heritage building in Vancouver, Heirloom offers a large selection of vegetarian dishes like artichoke tacos, cauliflower steak and cashew coconut curry. Everything on the menu can be made vegan and gluten free, and all the products used are sourced locally. Aside from the flagship location in South Granville, there’s also a juice bar and a fast casual spot by the same owners.

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There’s something about that Mediterranean blue platter and all of that tasty food that has feeling like we’re on vacation ✨ Happy Saturday! Amazing photo by @mandygilldotcom __ #vancouvervegan #plantbased #heirloomveg #yvreats #vancouver #vancouverisawesome #vegetarian #vegan #vanfoodie #plantpower #zerowaste #vegansofig #heirloomjuiceco #heirloomableside #vancityeats #vancouverfoodie #yvrfood #yvrfoodie #smallbusiness #supportlocal #eatlocal #eatlocalgrown #bcsmallbusiness

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Raw Eatery and Market This vegan restaurant in Calgary’s Kensington Village offers items like ‘egg’ salad with turmeric scrambled tofu, vegan sushi and almond-milk smoothies. If you’re looking for a more holistic lifestyle change, the restaurant’s co-owner, Megan Pope, is a registered nutritionist who offers nutritional assessment and custom meal plan services.

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New addition to the menu coming this week! Spiralized zucchini in a creamy sun-dried tomato rosé sauce, with basil, cherry tomatoes, micro greens, and cashew parm. ✌🏻

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SaVeg This cafe in Calgary’s Beltline district brings the flavours of traditional Korean cuisine to vegan food. Items on its all-day menu include Bibimbap (rice with fresh vegetables and lentils marinated in Korean BBQ sauce), Japchae (Korean savoury “glass” noodles with vegetables and bean curd slices) and tofu rice bowls.

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Japchae!!! A favourite among many 😃⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ #savegyyc #savegcafe #saveg #vegan #calgaryvegan #vegancalgary #yycvegan #veganyyc #yyccafe #beltline #beltliner #heavensfitness #beltlineyyc #yyceats #on11thave #yyc #calgary #downtowncalgary #downtownyyc #yycliving #dailyhiveyyc #photography #yyceats #yycfood #yycnow

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The Acorn Named the best vegan eatery in the world by Big Seven, a travel publication, Vancouver’s The Acorn has also made it to the pages of Bon Appetit, which encourages readers to “take advantage of the restaurant’s forest-centric cooking (you’re unlikely to find candied lichen elsewhere) and its truly British Columbian ingredients, like blushy salmonberries and Haida Gwaii kelp.”

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Blueberry Tart, Garden Lemon Thyme Pate Sucrée, Rosemary Maple Glazed Blueberries, Acorn Garden Flowers

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La Panthere Vert This 100% vegan restaurant with six locations in Montreal is known for its falafel sandwiches, rice and lentil bowls, vegan poutine, and wide array of plant-based desserts.

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Quel est ton dessert végane préféré?🍨🥧🍰🍮🍭🍫🍩🍪🤷🏽‍♂️ …. What's you favorite vegan sweet? 🍨🥧🍰🍮🍭🍫🍩🍪🤷🏽‍♂️

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En Vie This all-day “vegan kitchen” in Halifax offers items like panko-crusted king oyster mushroom “wings, chili “cheeze” fries (all the vegan cheeses are made in-house), and a burger with a house-made seitan patty.

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Chili Cheeze Fries! Hand cut fries topped with chili, cheeze sauce, cashew sour cream and green onion. Available on our regular menu and brunch too! . . . . . . #chilicheesefries #veganhalifax #northendhfx #glutenfreevegan

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Pure Kitchen Located in Ottawa, this “scratch kitchen” makes all its items fresh in-house using whole ingredients. The menu offers both cold and hot bowls with toppings like maple tamari tempeh steaks and coconut bacon, and sandwiches and burgers with fillings like lemon lentils, fried cauliflower and a double mushroom walnut patty.

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Some days you just want a burger. We get it. Our chefs have created this Backyard BBQ burger as our weekly feature – available at all locations until Sunday! We take our original mushroom walnut burger patty and stack it with our house BBQ sauce | crispy onions | pickled jalapeños | iceberg lettuce | homemade vegan mayo | coconut bacon | your choice of cashew or cheddar cheese | served on @natsbreadco bun (or ask for our @odoughs gluten free option.)! Comes with your choice of side – featured here with the half greens & fries option. Our mixed greens has changed recently – now made with a lemon & @alska_farm maple vinaigrette, greens (some from @juniper_farm !), sesame & pumpkin seed blend, crunchy sprout medley from @backyardedibles & sliced red onion. One of these ingredients not your thing? It’s always easy to omit an ingredient – simply inquire! What burger toppings would you love to see featured this winter? Inspire us below! ✨🍔💕🤟🏼 #vegburgers #purekitchenottawa

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