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konigsblog · 3 months

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I feel as if König is allergic to peanuts and true oranges specifically

Peanuts make him swell up and fall to the ground like a lead balloon because he loses his ability to breathe while true oranges make him nauseous with cramps so horrific that he is very close to feeling what we feel when we get periods

But he is perfectly fine with things like pistachios and almonds or clementines and tangerines to the point he eats them daily. Due to him biting his nails to shreds from his anxiety you have to help him with the peels as he struggles to get his nails in while with pistachios he just squeezes them between his fingers to break the shell. Nine times out of ten when you bring a fresh five kilogram bag of pistachios home because you wanted to make some pistachio treats for him you will find him stuffing them into his mouth like a squirrel at ungodly hours of the night until two thirds of the bag is gone

He absolutely adores pistachio ice cream. He does not care if he is lactose intolerant he will take a pill to help him or he will endure the hours of cramps. He probably enjoys the strawberry and pistachio ice cream the most, the one that has strawberry chunks, pistachio bits, white chocolate, and biscuit crumble in it with honey glazed on top (it is the best flavour of ice cream and you can fight me on it) with Oreo cookies and cream being his second favourite

ozzie, you're so right !! i think it's peanuts specifically, although he's desperate for a taste of peanut butter, and can't help but drool at the sight of chocolate and peanut mixed together. he'll die for a bite, quite literally, but you have to give him his epipen, or drag him away from the kitchen.

könig has a big appetite, and a huge sweet tooth. he can't resist strawberry flavoured desserts, stuffing it into his mouth and hiding away, embarrassed as he has his cheeks stuffed full, like a squirrel almost... 🐿️

if you buy pistachio ice-cream, it will be gone the next morning... or, you'll find a half empty tub in the freezer, könig licking his lips, with his hand deep in a bag of pistachios. i love salted cashews, i think he'd love them too, they wouldn't last very long after being bought...

the chunks in the strawberry are delicious to könig, but i absolutely despise them! too chunky, i would rather be sick... with oranges, the smell makes me nauseous, it's such a prominent and noticeable smell and i'd have to cover my nose while peeling it for könig. one fruit, i believe könig would hate (that i also happen to hate) is bananas. the texture? too mushy... taste? it's indescribable, i can't... and the bruises on them? absolutely disgusting.

könig can be judgemental accidentally, and he will glare at the reader for eating mint chocolate chip...

könig bites his ice-cream, and i'm getting chills at the thought of it. he'll do it purposely to fuck with you (unless you're also evil, and bite your ice-cream... my teeth couldn't 😮‍💨)

könig would love cucumber, but hate brussel sprouts. it's not that he's picky – he isn't whatsoever – but sees no appeal in brussel sprouts! me personally? i'm the opposite, cucumbers are disgusting, you won't change my mind!!!

i wouldn't be surprised if könig liked bubblegum ice-cream – and if you like it, i... have no words.. 😣

#orla speaks #könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig #konig call of duty #konig x reader #könig headcanons #konig headcanons #konig hcs

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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we had a chef MC headcanon, now how about M6 when MC made them a meal but it tasted just downright horrible and MC is just kinda oblivious to it, asking M6 with the brightest, most innocent smile "Do you like it?"

i hope you have fun writing this if you do choose this humble request

- 🌼

The Arcana HCs: When MC is a terrible chef

~ this reminds me of the time when teenaged me combined old rice, hot dog chunks, cold broccoli, and buffalo sauce (in one bowl!) for a late-night snack. thank you for the giggles this gave me, yellow flower friend, let's hope I pay them forward! - brainrot ~

-- to set the scene --

Somehow it's been one of those weeks when everything in your food supply begins to reach its end or expiration date at the same time. You know your regular grocery shopping is tomorrow, and you have an extensive list prepared, but dinner is up to you tonight and you don't have anything comprehensive planned. It looks like it's time for your famous "everything but the kitchen sink" stew. You've only made this in the past when it was just you in the shop and you were still figuring out how to cook, but you remember it being fairly edible.

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You get some beans boiling (there hasn't been time to soak them), add a cup or two of vinegar to soften them faster, dice the not-molded parts of a tomato and onion you found at the bottom of a sack, and rinse the slime off of some wilted greens before throwing them in. You're craving something spicy, so you dump in the rest of your chili sauce, but when the steam makes you tear up you scrape out the rest of the mayonnaise to even it out. It was starting to smell funky anyways. Your hand slips when you add the salt, so you pour in some honey to counteract it, and in a final burst of inspiration, you plop in two bananas that have gotten too mushy to eat. The signature suspicious scum of your original dish is just floating to the top of your soup when your beloved returns, hungry from a day of work.

Julian

Too happy to see you to notice the poison on the stove at first

The words die in his throat when he does. Tell him it's a potion. Tell him it's a curse. Tell him it's a prank. Don't tell him, don't tell him it's ... it's dinner, isn't it?

He watches you happily ladle a generous scoop of your curdled concoction into his bowl and gulps. He loves you. He's got this. He will eat your food, he will tell you it's delicious, or he will die trying

He's starting to get caught up in the poetry of it as he sits down across from you. Like a lamb to the slaughter, accepting the sweet taste of death from his beloved's cruel hand - stew isn't supposed to be sweet, oh god why is it sweet

But for his darling's delight, he will overcome -

"Julian, is everything alright? You look like you're about to go on stage."

"Oh, is ah - is that what I look like, my dear?" He's pale and sweating at this point, poorly disguising the tremble in his hand as he brings his second glass of water to his lips

"It's my stew, isn't it?" you dolefully lift a gelatinous spoonful and watch it fall back into your bowl with a sickening squelch. "I remember it tasting weird, but not this weird ..."

"No, no!" His voice cracks against his will as he sees your sadness as proof of his failure. "It's delightful, delicious - worthy of the gods, even." You hear him mumble a prayer for forgiveness under his breath and drop your spoon

"I know when you're acting, Julian."

"Ah, so I - so I am. You know -" he stands abruptly, his chair falling behind him in his haste. "I just remembered that Pasha invited us for dinner tonight. Shall we?"

He's never been so happy to see you walk out his front door

Asra

They can smell it as soon as they walk into the shop and are immediately concerned. That is the smell of death. Why is the smell of death in your shop oh no - "MC? MC, where are you?"

"I'm upstairs!" Thank the patrons, you're okay

Then again, maybe you're not, considering how perfectly comfortable you seem standing over whatever monstrosity is releasing toxic vapors into the atmosphere. Is that ... soup?

Color him intrigued. He's doing his best to hide a laugh and find a way to ask what enabled you to create something so terrifying out of simple kitchen ingredients without insulting you

"So, is this recipe an MC original?"

"Yep!" You smile at him cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the stomach-churning way that the chunks plop from the soup spoon into their bowl. "I always make this when we're running low."

"You've made this before?" They're starting to get concerned again

"Just a few times, when you were on a trip. Do you like it?"

He takes a bite, so intrigued by the way it seems to wriggle down his throat that he tries a second. "I've never had anything like it."

"What do you think of the mayonnaise? It smelled a little funky ..."

We have mayonnaise? They wonder, but on the outside they're still smiling. "It certainly adds to the experience. Is this ... banana?"

"Yeah, it seemed too mushy to eat on its own, so ..."

Asra sets down his miraculously empty bowl with a loving smile. "MC, you shouldn't have to do the cooking so often. Let me help out more often."

Nadia

She doesn't know how it's come to this. Nobody knows how it's come to this, when the Palace kitchen is kept fully stocked and there are chefs available at all hours

But you had said that you missed your home cooking, and she had given you full access to the backup kitchen to do as you pleased, and - ah, the only things kept in there are leftovers

That would explain the stench

Speaking of, her respect for your resilience has reached new heights. How you've been able to survive on your own is a mystery to her. Please tell her this isn't how you ate for three years -

But you seem as deathly serious as the radioactive sludge that's churning in her fine china like a lava lamp, and she realizes that this is going to be a labor of love. She must eat her fill and do so with elegance

You watch her bring the daintiest (read: tiniest) spoon of slime to her lips, pausing to test the aroma before setting her jaw and putting it in her mouth

Oh, look at that, she's already eaten her fill

"MC, my darling, what do you say to an evening walk? It seems I haven't the appetite to dine at this moment, how about a stroll around the palace gardens? The night is still young."

She's relieved at how easily you agree, deeply concerned by the fact that you've already finished half of your bowl, and eager to get you out of the palace so that the maids can make dinner disappear

She's going to lose sleep for the next three months about whether or not she should be honest about what happened to your soup

There's now a bald patch in the grass behind the kitchen that hasn't been able to grow anything in three years. There's a rumor that stepping on it will release a stench so foul that you won't be able to eat for twenty-four hours afterwards

Muriel

He's not too worried. He used to eat spoiled food out of the trash heaps all the time as a kid, he's sure he remembers how

But he's a little surprised that said rotting food is being actively cooked. By you. Seemingly in a choice made of your own free will

He wasn't expecting ... this, but a quick glance around the hut makes it clear to him that nothing terrible has happened, that you seem perfectly sane, and that you don't think anything's wrong

Well, you seem to trust your cooking, and he certainly trusts you, so ...

He side eyes Inanna's dramatic performance of whimpering and pawing at her nose, eventually turning to let her back out of the hut as you serve your bowls with a smile

He takes a glance at his serving as you dig in. Asra still talks about the time he ate a whole chili pepper without flinching - he can do this. He picks up his spoon, scoops up a jiggling chunk, and eats

You're a little surprised at how quickly his bowl disappears. You're not really enjoying your food yourself, but you're not going to judge his strange enthusiasm

"Muriel? If you're still hungry, there's more on the fire ..."

"I'm fine." He's getting out of his habit of depriving food of himself, but in this case, refusing to eat is a personal kindness

He drinks several glasses of water while you finish your dinner, asking you about your day and trying not to grimace at every silent burp that pulls the aftertaste back into his mouth

Inanna buries the rest after the two of you go to bed. Nobody knows how she managed it without opposable thumbs, but everything is possible for a wolf desperate to preserve her nose

Portia

Her brother might be an award-winning actor, but her flair for the dramatic only goes as far as silly little bits designed to make people laugh and pretending that she isn't about to punch somebody

She is a woman who knows her mind, her heart, her strength, and her limits. This is a limit, and she is doing her best to pass it

You can tell right away that she doesn't want to eat what you've made. You've never seen her smile look so uncomfortably tight, and you certainly didn't miss the way her stomach heaved when she leaned over the pot to take a closer look at your creation

But she's insistent on going through with your evening, even steering you towards the kitchen table and serving the bowls herself. She tries so very hard to mask the look of revulsion on her face when different chunks of stew jiggle at different frequencies

She places your bowls on the table and lifts her spoon, waiting for you to take the first bite in the hopes that your eyes will be opened and you'll insist on eating something else

No such luck. You're two spoonfuls in, so in the spirit of keeping an open mind, she loads up her utensil and shoves it in her mouth

You weren't expecting to be sprayed by the choke that seizes her, but sitting across from her puts you in the splatter zone and you're quick to give her your napkin and ask if she's okay

She nods weakly, looking slightly green. "MC," she says, "you are definitely stronger than I imagined." She takes another look at the gelatinous blobs on her table. "Stronger than you need to be."

She dusts off her hands and practically drags you out of the cottage. "Let's eat out tonight! My treat. And I just had the best idea for our next date night - we should take cooking lessons together!"

Lucio

He notices Mercedes and Melchior acting up on the way back to your campsite, but doesn't have any idea why until he gets a whiff and - oh, that is nasty

Some kind of skunk jacked up on magic must have done that, never fear, MC! He's here to save the day now - what do you mean that's dinner? That is not dinner. Dinner is not supposed to smell like that

He's not sparing a second to consider manners or acting. Lucio calls it like he sees it, and all he sees is poison

"MC, do we have to? It smells so bad, look at it MC, just loo - bleugh - no I'm not being dramatic! The smell made me gag for real, watch!"

And he leans over the pot again, just to take a deep lungful and subsequently let out the most visceral gagging belch you've ever witnessed

"See? It's bad, it's really bad, and I don't want to eat it! Why are you being so mean to me, MC?"

To be honest, you're not particularly excited to eat it either, but it's all you've got until you make it to the next town tomorrow, so you tell him as much as his pout slowly deepens

"Fine, I'll do it. I guess it can't be that bad if you made it -" He watches the way it slops into his bowl and gulps. "I take it back."

Sure it's a little spicier and clumpier and saltier and sickly sweeter than you planned, but you're able to stomach it just fine

And to your surprise, Lucio can too. He complains loudly the whole time, but his whining somehow grants him the ability to eat three full bowls

"See, you ate so much of it!"

"Well of course!" he puffs out his chest proudly. "I'm the best. At least it's not as bad as what we had in the army. But - MC?" he looks at you with pleading eyes, "please don't make that again."

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #the arcana crack #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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boschfanaccount · 11 months

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You Are A Star

Bosch x Reader

Neutral reader implied! Tried my best to write Bosch in character but more wholesome to fit the theme.

"Here you go." Turning your head to the right, you see your boyfriend. A gentle smile blooms on your face as you let out a small "thanks". A warm feeling fills your chest as he hands you your strawberry, banana and chocolate creme crepe. Looking down at the delicious contents of the crepe, Bosch takes a seat next to you on the park bench. Taking in the surroundings of the park and the gentle atmosphere, Bosch breaks the silence. "Well, are you gonna dig in?" He looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry. I just got a bit distracted with how nice this is. It's nice to get away and take a break from all of the hustle and bustle of Metro City. Thank you... again." Looking back at Bosch, you lift the crepe up to his lips and ask him to take the first bite. "I love you so much, I want you to take the first bite." You giggle, tucking a strand of his spiky black hair behind his ear with your free hand.

He slightly leans into your hand and kindly rejects your offer. "No it's ok, you have it. I bought it for you after all."

"Yeah but... I want to enjoy it with you!" You huff. Propping his arm up behind you to rest on the top of the bench. "Alright, alright!" he lets out as goes in for the first bite. Pulling away from the crepe, you bring the crepe down and look at him while he continues chewing. "It's as sweet as you, my love." A blush forms on your face as you tightly shut your eyes and bury your face in the crook of his neck. As your head is right next to his, he swiftly swoops in and plants a gently kiss on the side of your head.

"You're so cute" he laughs out. "Now eat this before it starts going mushy."

"Ah!" You gasp as you go in to take a bite of the sugary treat. A sound of delight comes from you as you take in all of the sweet and soft flavours of the crepe. "Bsh", mouth still full of food "I ruv yu sho much!". Your eyes twinkling and wide with content. Smirking, Bosch ruffles the top of your head. "Where are your manners? Don't talk with your mouth full."

"You're not my mother"

"y/n..."

"Sorry! I got too excited. I just think you needed to know right at that moment. It slipped out!"

Bosch then sighs, carding his hand through your hair. "It's fine. I wouldn't have it any other way." Smiling at you, you lean into his side and rest your head on his shoulder as you eat your crepe. "You're my star." He whispers as he gently rests his head on top of yours.

#bosch x reader #street fighter 6 #sf6 #x reader #y/n #self insert #bosch #bosch sf6 #im so in love with him he's so baby i need help omg #sf6 x reader #street fighter x reader

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intooth-inclaw · 3 months

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Swedish chicken salad

remembered how much I like this and i think more people should eat it so im putting it here xx

(pretty sure this isnt actually swedish) (its from a recipe card from the 70s)

Rice

apple, preferably green

banana, just ripe

grapes, HAVE TO BE CRISPY

you're going to see recipes with raisins, Do Not Add Raisins

chicken (cold and shredded, this is good for leftovers from a roast)

mayonnaise

double cream

curry powder

cook your rice, set it aside to cool. Whip the double cream and fold in about the same amount of mayo and a bit of curry powder, just enough to slightly colour it. Chop up your fruit, quarter the grapes and make everything else about that size. Be careful with the bananas you don't want them too mushy. Once the rice is cool, fold in the mayocream, fruits and chicken. Enjoy.

This keeps nicely for lunch the next day as long as your careful about your rice.

#theres no measurements bc you make it with your soul #or however much leftover chicken you have #its texturally distressing and im not even sure if it tastes that good #but its so fun to eat and a pretty good easy meal

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 2 years

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ASGJG:ALSJG: YOUR TAGS LEM!!! 🥺🥰 YES THEY HAVE SIX KIDS it's way too much but Ian has always wanted a big family. One of the boys thinks he might be gay too, which is why Mickey thinks they're the perfect fit for them, he just wants to give them a safe home, like he never had 🥺 on top of that, the boys instantly started grilling them about what kind of home they'd get and he loved that about them, while Ian just thought, what a bunch of brats, I wanted a baby! He thinks a baby means bonding from the start; it's weird to suddenly have a house full of young people with already formed opinions and ideas. But he gets used to it and ends up loving them anyway. Then later on they just get more and more kids, including a baby 🥺 they get to have it all and be a happy little family! 🥺

I love that they have six kids, I can see that for them!!

NOT MICKEY WANTING TO GIVE THEM A SAFE HOME LIKE HE NEVER HAD 😭😭😭😭

OMG that sounds like shit Mickey would do, and it reminds me of Carl when they were in foster care for a bit when he and Liam were with the gay couple.

I can TOTALLY see Ian being pissy about that, and wanting a new life to help mold into a small person and then into an adult, who would have thought kids with already formed opinions and ideas would cause such mayhem? He shouldn't have to debate with this eight year old about why he should clean his room. "It is clean it just isn't clean to YOUR standards, why should I do that when it's MY room and where I spend MY time? It's my safe place right? It should be how I want it!"

Mickey nodding, "He's got a point Red, let him keep his room how he wants it. It's not like we're having family pictures in there or having people gather there for Thanksgiving."

"Mickey his room needs cleaned that's one of his chores!"

"Ian, as long as there's a clear path from the bedroom door to the bed in case of a fire I really don't see what the big deal is."

Ian gets all huffy thinking Mickey is picking the kid over him so the kid would like him more.

"Ian, this isn't about picking sides, it's about compromising between you two. When he gets sick of clothes being on the floor he can do with them what he wants. Now he should have to bring dirty dishes out of there, and make sure he isn't giving any critters a nice place to hide, but other than that? Who cares? Our home is his safe space, but his room is his sanctuary away from everyone else when he needs his privacy, when he needs to calm down."

Ian takes a deep breath and sighs but he does understand what Mickey is saying and then gathers the humility to apologize to the kid, maybe open up to him about how he hated his room being messy as a kid because there was three of them shoved in one place together and he doesn't want the kid to feel that way.

Or how one kid absolutely won't eat tomatoes, grapes, strawberries, basically any fruit.

"You're not leaving the table until you eat that, and if you do? when you come back you're going to have the same fruit to look at."

"Ian why are you so hung up on fucking grapes, bananas, and strawberries?"

"Fruit is important! It's part of a balanced diet and kids need two cups a day! It isn't like I'm asking for him to eat an entire watermelon!"

"I would eat a fucking watermelon, maybe not a whole one at once, but I can eat that."

Mickey and Ian both look at the kid in surprise, "You like watermelon?" Ian asks.

"Yeah, sometimes, it doesn't bother me like grapes and strawberries and bananas do. I can eat apples too, but the red ones, not the green ones."

"Why can you not eat grapes and bananas and strawberries?" Mickey asked gently.

"The texture bothers me, strawberries are inside out and the seeds are gritty, bananas are too mushy and are like someone's already chewed them up, grapes and tomatoes for that matter are too icky tasting, and they have a skin that I don't like, it gets stuck in my throat."

Mickey takes a moment to breathe in all the kid said, "Ian did you ask him if he liked it before giving it to him?"

Ian gets defensive, "I shouldn't have to, do you think anyone gave a shit about what we ate as kids? I know we both would have been lucky to get a half eaten peach. I don't want our kids being stunted because of the food they eat and fruit is important!"

The kid looks at Ian in surprise, and Mickey does too, but for different reasons.

"Ian, maybe this time we can skip the fruit, and next time we're at the store we can get ones he likes so he'll eat them? That way he's getting fruit that he'll eat and we're making sure he's having a nutritious intake."

"I'm your kid? You mean you really want me?"

Ian and Mickey both lose their shit and come hug the kid tight, then they hug each of the other kids.

Sorry went on a little bender there but I can totally see both things happening.

I would love to read any and every future gallavich parent fic you have!!!

#They just want the kids to have it better than they did #they mean well #they love the little humans #they've got to have at least one girl though #at least i think so in my gallaparents writings they usually have a daughter #ahhhhh

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lailyn · 2 years

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Sole Provider

Characters: Loki/Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer

Summary: Tony should have just let Loki order the fish.

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Tony let out a groan.

“Are you alright, Anthony?” Loki asked politely.

“Sole meunière again?”

“Is this not a seafood restaurant?” Loki queried. “Do they not serve fish? Please don’t tell me this is one of those pretentious fusion places that put chicken korma into a sushi and call it a taco.”

“Okay, that sounds bizarre but also kinda delicious. No, I mean, yes, this is a seafood place but come on, there’s gotta be something else you can try.”

“Why? I share Julia Child's sentiment, no other dish can quite compare. It is simple yet elegant and absolutely delicious."

"I don’t know why we bother going out to eat if you're going to be ordering the same thing everytime,” Tony complained.

"Funny you should say that. It is a luxury afforded me only here on Midgard.”

Tony blinked, momentarily confused. "But you're a prince.”

“Was.”

“You and your brother, you can’t be any more different,” Tony said, shaking his head in amazement. “I mean, I've seen the way Thor eats, he’s always telling us stories of the feasts you guys used to have back in the day.”

“Ah yes.” Loki made a face. “The feasts. Norns forbid I should develop an affinity for anything. Father would make sure it would never appear at our table again.”

“Why?” Tony braced himself for another gruesome story about Odin and his inimitable parenting style. “Isn’t feeding your kids what they like a universally good thing?”

“Not if it makes it easier for people to poison them,” Loki said darkly. “You shouldn’t be so predictable in life, Anthony. You make it easy for someone to put a knife to your throat when you sleep in the same bed every night.”

“That’s why all my penthouses have ten bedrooms, minimum,” Tony said dryly. "Remind me to get the builder in this week so I can make you a secret compartment for all your daggers."

"There is no safer place for my daggers than on my person," Loki said.

"Where do you keep them anyway? Yeah, I know they're on your person, but where exactly on your person?"

"For all your exploring, you still haven't figured that out?" Loki teased. "I suppose Thor never told you about Mjollnir? He could make it so tiny he could carry it everywhere."

"I can't believe I'm saying this but can we please get back to the topic?" Tony pleaded. "You said you were starving. I'm just saying, maybe eat something substantial? Hey, look, soft shell crabs are in season. Let's get that."

Loki sneered. "I don't trust anything that cannot decide if they want to live on land or in water."

"That must be related to some shapeshifter logic I know nothing about but does the habitat really matter as long as it tastes good?"

"And yet you claim to have a very discerning palate."

"For whisky, sure."

"So your last meal on Earth would be - ?"

"Cheeseburgers, yeah."

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Loki poked his fork into the mound of deep-fried things. "Crabs aren't supposed to be this soft. Has this gone bad? Things go mushy when they go bad, right? Like bananas and dead bodies?"

“Bambi, this is a three Michelin star restaurant," Tony said patiently. "Any fresher than that you're gonna have to peel the shells off the moulting crabs yourself."

"And bring Njord's wrath upon my head? No, thank you."

"Then you'd better dig in. I'm sure your god friend would want you to enjoy and appreciate all the bounties of the sea."

"The things I do for you, Stark…" Loki twirled his fork around a few strands of pasta and a piece of crab.

Tony watched Loki chew slowly at first, before picking up pace, swallowing the first mouthful with an appreciative hum.

"That went down easy," Tony observed happily.

He was about to dig into his own dish, an exquisite squid ink pasta dish with abalone and mussels, when Loki began coughing.

Tony looked up. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Something just went down the wrong way," Loki coughed harder. He thumped his chest with his fist several times. "Excuse me."

“It's not spicy, is it?" Tony asked, filling Loki’s glass with some water from the pitcher. "Here, drink this."

Loki gave a vehement shake of the head, clenching the table in a white-knuckled grip as he let out a string of harsh, painful-sounding coughs.

Tony watched in growing horror as Loki grabbed his throat.

"Tony," he called hoarsely. "I can't - breathe - "

Tony scrambled out of his chair, just as Loki toppled off of his. "Loki!"

Hearing the thump from Loki's unceremonious landing on the floor, the nearby tables began to gather around theirs.

Tony held his lover's lolling head between his hands. Loki's chest rose up and down but he could not seem to get a single breath in. "Loki!"

"Is he choking?" A man asked loudly. "Does anybody know Heimlich?"

"Somebody call an ambulance!"

"Oh my God, he's turning blue!"

"Excuse us!" A loud voice and a louder man pushed through the crowd. "Can everybody step back and give us some room?"

"What are you doing to him?" Tony demanded.

The tall, grumpy-looking man ignored him and simply focused on loosening Loki's tie and exposing his chest.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Tony was about to grab the man, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

He turned around to see a petite red-haired woman smiling down at him.

"It's alright, we're doctors," she said apologetically. "We can help."

She directed her next question to her companion. "What do you think, Stephen? An anaphylactic reaction?"

"Looks like," Stephen said gruffly. "His lips are swelling up, and he's breaking out in hives."

The doctor groped around in his dinner jacket and fished out what appeared to Tony to be some kind of hand-held flashlight, long and thin. He uncapped it, revealing a needle at the tip.

With one confident stroke, the man stabbed the pen-like device right into Loki's thigh.

"Whoa, what is that?" Tony demanded.

"It's an Epi-pen," Stephen explained impatiently. "Didn't your GP supply you with one? You're not supposed to go anywhere without it when you have a life-threatening allergy, don't you know that?"

"I don't - he didn't - " Tony mumbled. "We didn't know."

The pretty redhead glowered at her date and kept her hand on Tony's shoulder. "It's okay. He's going to be okay."

"Not if he keeps sticking around with you," Stephen mumbled under his breath.

"Stephen," she hissed.

"Christine," he mimicked, before turning his wrath upon Tony once more. "You go on a date with someone, you let them order whatever they freaking want. And before you ask, I wasn't eavesdropping, I just have very good hearing. Was it because you were picking up the check?"

Tony could not believe his ears. "Excuse me?"

"It was either that or you're a major control freak," Stephen muttered, pointedly turning his back to feel for the pulse on the side of Loki's neck. "Consider yourself lucky I was here, Mr Stark. The press would have had a field day."

Before Tony could come up with a scathing response, Loki began to stir.

The colour returned to his cheeks, just as the blue left his lips.

"Tony?" He whispered.

Tony shouldered the insufferable doctor out of the way. "I'm here, baby."

Green eyes fluttered open. They quickly came into focus, before widening in alarm at the sight of the crowd.

"What happened? Why am I on the floor?" Loki tried to push himself up, but Stephen's firm hand on his shoulder kept him on the ground. "Who are you people?"

"People whose dinner is now ruined, thanks to you." Stephen's words may be harsh but his voice was gentle. "See, Christine. This is why I have the Epi-pen, on my person, at all times."

"Yes, yes," she said, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Dr Stephen Strange, ladies and gentleman. Once a hero, always a hero."

Loki grew even more confused. "Doctor?"

"I am so, so sorry, Loki." Tony sounded near tears. "I damn near killed you."

Stephen heaved a loud sigh. "It wasn't you, idiot."

"Tony, why is this man calling you names?"

"Not important." Tony kissed Loki's knuckles over and over. "He can call me anything he likes. He just saved your life."

"Yes, that will be two thousand dollars, made out to Doctor Stephen Strange, MD, PhD. You can find me at Metro-General, everyone knows who I am."

A wide smile began to spread across Stephen's face. It made him look frightening, and frighteningly handsome at the same time. It was every bit as frightening as his next words.

"I have a feeling we will be very good friends."

#whumptober2022 #no.22 #allergic reaction #the avengers #fic #frostiron #doctor stephen strange #is a bamf #also an asshole #sick loki #loki whump #anaphylaxis

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wiltingdecay · 2 years

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I'm a few hours late bc of uni stuff but I hope you're doing better!!!!

What's Rowans LEAST favorite foods and smells :0

thank you <3 sadly i'm not but as long as i hold still it doesn't hurt too bad

as for the blorbo question!! this is a long fuckin list because of rowan's many sensory difficulties and food aversions but the main ones are;

onions: he doesn't actually mind the taste and understands they're an important ingredient in most things, he just cannot STAND the texture. if they're blended or diced in really small pieces though they're fine. not a big fan of the smell and understandably hates preparing them.

fish: the taste and smell make him gag so bad, he cannot be anywhere near them. sucks for him that he grew up in a seaside village then moved to a seaside city :') other types of seafood (shrimps, lobster) are tolerable but he's still not a big fan, especially not of the smell.

red wine: overpowering and bitter and horrible. both the smell and taste make him actually nauseated. one of the reasons why they cannot stand being around valerius for longer than a few minutes at a time.

raw tomatoes: cooked ones are fine. but the taste and texture of a raw tomato will legit make him puke.

coffee: outing rowan as a coffee hater. he cannot stand bitter flavours and will only drink coffee if it's completely ruined with copious amounts of milk/cream and sugar. loves the smell of coffee beans though.

bitter melon: least favourite fruit.

grapefruit: second least favourite fruit.

apples when they suck: you know how apples are sometimes mealy and horrible? yeah rowan despises those. it's personal because he loves apples so much when they're good, so the shitty ones are a betrayal.

eggs: ambivalent towards the taste but despises the smell so rarely ever eats them, unless in an omelette form where the egg stink is masked with cheese and meat and veggies. egg salad is the worst. he physically cannot enter the kitchen if someone is preparing egg salad in there

fruits with seeds in them: fruits that tend to have larger seeds such as grapes and oranges give him a lot of anxiety because he doesn't know if there's gonna be a seed in there or not, so he avoids them on principle. (things with tiny seeds like strawberries or things with easily removable seeds are fine)

fatty meats: he Hates the texture of fat and gristle. he can't swallow it, it'll just come back up.

any mushy food: stuff like overripe bananas or overcooked fruits/veggies. same issue as above.

#asks #drustvar #rowan aisling #thank you!!

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 2 years

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If you were serious about it, I would LOVE to read some Kohga and Sooga parenting hijinks?? XD

As someone who has a four and six year old, I can attest that children are fucking ridiculous. I shall project like I never have before.

"Are you sure I can't-"

"I dont want you poisoning our fucking kids."

Sooga held his hands up in defeat as he just sat there, letting Kohga cook. Their little ones had just recently started to eat actual food, and like their master, they were hungry little things. He thought it was adorable, but it also meant Kohga spent a LOT of time in the kitchen. He refused his help, insisting he instead keep their kids entertained. Which he absolutely didn't mind.

"Hey, no, gentle hands, gentle hands."

Sooga had to keep Hiroto from yet again, leaning over from his chair to smack his brother Ichiro. These two bickered and fought over toys, their father's attention, he could only imagine what food was going to do. Meanwhile Kohga Junior was surprisingly the most silent, and rather shy, unlike his namesake. The most well behaved one, for the most part. It was fascinating, how they formed such personalities and dynamics at such a young age.

"Almost done. I got this recipe from Urbosa, so hopefully they like it."

Kohga brought out little bowls for them, and Sooga looked at the contents. Mashed vegetables of all kinds, and of course, mashed bananas. Kohga sighed in defeat as he sat down, pulling up his slate, and browsing through his social media. After cooking and cuddling, Kohga refused to do anymore work. Which was fine, Sooga agreed that he'd do most of the work, same as always. Was it a lot, feeding three children by yourself? No, he could handle it. That is, until Hiroto decided he did NOT want him. He made it very clear as he threw the spoon on the table, banging his fists on his little table.

"Hey, no, that's not-"

He tried again, only to have the spoon thrown at his mask. Kohga didn't seem to notice till he got food on his screen, growling under his breath.

"Fucks sake, Sooga."

"I'm sorry, he's quite angry, I don't understand-"

Kohga grumbled as he put the slate down, and swiped the spoon from him.

"You dumbshit- gotta do EVERYTHING in this bitch,"

Kohga took the spoon and bowl from him, glaring at the child.

"Listen here you crotch goblin. Eat ya damn food."

The baby LAUGHED, and upon being offered, ate from the spoon. Kohga grumbled as he continued to feed him, and Sooga just. Gawked at him.

"Kohga?"

"What?"

"Despite not liking kids, you're...very good with them."

"Oh don't get mushy, Sooga."

Sooga reached over to hold onto his hand, and pressed further, bumping his mask against his.

"Is it too much to say I love you?"

"Ugh. Dummy. I...love you too. Now feed them before I get gray hairs."

Sooga did as he said, and together, in a beautiful moment of family bonding, they finished everything. Well. That was when they had a problem.

"Uhm? Master Kohga?"

"What now?"

"Kohga Jr...doesn't seem to like bananas."

There was a silence. A long one. Before Kohga turned to look at Sooga.

"You know abortion is a thing."

"You can't abort children-"

"GOD FORBID WOMEN DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE, SOOGA."

Kohga went to the kitchen, to get himself a drink probably, and Sooga called out to him as he started to clean up their faces.

"Don't be mad at your son-"

"I HAVE NO SON!!!!"

"YOU HAVE T H R E E, MASTER KOHGA."

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #this one was more kinda goofy #but i had the idea and i had to

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blade0fgrass · 7 months

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when i was younger, i didn't know how to do things like open banana without making them all mushy, and when i asked adults for help, I'd be met with the phrase, "you'd learn how to open it if you were starving on a deserted island. you're not really hungry. "

something I've begun to do without even realizing it, now, is think about how happy a food would make me if I was eating it while starving on a deserted island. if I'm eating an unsatisfactory plum that has lost all its sweetness, I might think, "it's so beautiful that nature has created a ball of edible goodness, for ME, that won't even poison me or anything."

just now I had beef ramen that expired a year ago. it's the first ramen flavor besides chicken that I've ever had, since I had shrimp flavor when I was about 3 and got sick. I caught myself thinking, "if I were starving on a deserted island and ate this it might just become my new religion"

#ramen

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ed-recovery-affirmations · 2 years

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My ED is severely tied and rooted in sensory issues. I have ADHD and things such as clothing being slightly too tight in general severely affects me and can send me into a breakdown, and from what I do know, my ED only worsens my anxiety surrounding that specific sensory experience.

Do you know how to combat this, or any sources for people similar to me? Nothing online covers this specific niche of reasoning and I am beginning to feel as if I am absolutely alone with this.

I'm sorry you're having such a hard time! It really sucks to feel alone with something so difficult. I do believe that what you are experiencing may be ARFID - Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder. It's very common among people with extreme sensory issues.

I'm not surprised you're having trouble finding resources for this, because a lot of the resources out there are for parents trying to get their sensory-sensitive children to eat. However, I can share some of the tips that I know of from feeding therapies for sensory-avoidant children.

In order to try eating a new food, schedule a time that you can get away from people and stressors. Bring a couple different new foods, and then a backup "safe food." Just sit with the food, and don't push yourself to eat it right away if you can't. You can even try things like touching, smelling, and putting your tongue to the new food without having to put it in your mouth. That can get you more familiar with the sensory profile of the food, and help you figure out if you are going to have a positive, negative, or neutral reaction to it. Sensory-sensitive children are even encouraged to really play with the food.

Bring napkins. If you put something in your mouth and find it is a really intolerable sensory experience, you can spit it out. Do not force yourself to eat more of the negative-sensory food, as that can generate worse anxiety. However, avoid thinking of that food as "gross" or any other negative terms. Just try to think of it neutrally - "I didn't like it and that's okay -" and move on. Even new foods you have a neutral or pleasant experience with, eating new things can be hard or scary, so don't force yourself to finish the full portion if you're having a really hard time. Even a few bites is a win!

If you can't make yourself eat the new foods, don't beat yourself up and just allow yourself to eat the safe food. But remember to keep on trying.

Look back on your safe foods and try to categorize what is "safe" about them. Is it a taste thing? Is it a texture thing? See if you can ask a few safe people (I'd be happy to help with this to the best of my ability) to recommend new foods that match the sensory profile of a food you already like. Fruits and veggies can be hard because of strong tastes and textures, but they can also be prepared in different ways to get around that. For example, if you hate crunchy foods, carrots and broccoli can be steamed, sauteed, roasted, etc to make them softer. But if you hate "mushy" foods, eating them raw might make more sense. And fruit can be put into smoothies with yogurt, bananas, and/or milk to change out the texture. You can really mix it up to figure out what works for you. (I find that peanut butter, banana, milk, and yogurt makes a simple smoothie that is rich in nutrients and calories and has quite a neutral texture!)

In the meantime, is it possible to get some lab work done to find out what nutritional deficiencies you might be dealing with? You could get yourself some vitamin pills to help you keep up on your nutrition while you work on this issue. Supplement shakes like Ensure could also help you top up that calorie count while you work on getting some new foods into your diet, if that's something you struggle with.

Feel free to look up "ARFID" and see if you can find any counselors who treat this issue. I know it's a hard thing to struggle with because there is no cure for sensory issues. A lot of people with ARFID do remain fairly picky, which is okay, but a lot of them do gain a nutritionally complete array of safe foods in their diet with time and proper treatment. Best of luck and please feel free to message me again if you have more questions!

#arfid recovery #ARFID #avoidant restrictive food intake disorder #ed recovery #eating directives #food cw #ed cw #long post

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mrmarxy · 2 years

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SOME AUTISTIC THINGS I JUST GOTTA TALK ABOUT!!

Hi so I have autism. I'm a junior in high school and will be an adult in October. (Woah.)

I just wanted to talk about some things I wanna talk about. Seeing as it is autism month and I feel like I never get to talk about it ever??

My family obviously knows I am neurodivergent but we just... never really talk about it unless my mom is asking about school and accommodations. And my irl friends (I do not like them) do not know I am autistic. And even if they did I doubt we'd ever talk about something like that.

Anyway.

So one of my biggest no-nos is entering a classroom I am NOT supposed to be in when there is a class in session. For any reason.

This is horrible because I have teachers who like to ask me to ask teachers something or deliver them something when they are teaching another hour. I've had this problem ever since I was tiny in elementary school. I will freeze in front of the door with my hand on the handle and just be unable to go in.

"Oh god. They're teaching in there. I can't just go in there and interrupt that would be so awkward. Should I just wait until they stop lecturing?"

And they just keep talking forever and I'm stuck.

I have had to lie to teachers and stuff on many occasions because of this obstacle and I have yet to meet another with this same problem. I would like to meet another and see how they deal with this.

Let's see...

I physically cannot write the way they want you to write for papers and essays. My "voice", so to speak, will always come out. I just can't write in a detached manner. Phrases such as "I think" or "but I disagree" will be there. And I will always suffer for it. The teachers cannot shackle my inner narrative.

I got sensory issues. Some for me are brothy, mushy or wet foods. I'm okay with something like scrambled eggs or apple sauce. I am not okay with something drowning in tomato sauce or gravy. I am not okay with soup or stew.

Can't eat grapes. Or fruit gushers. Anything that pops and squirts when I eat it is repulsive. I'm okay with some other fruits that I've seen people have some issues with. Such as strawberries and blueberries. No bananas tho they're pretty disgusting.

Touching sensations:

I can't wear tight clothing. Everything has to have a little bit of give. I love the look of a lot of tight clothing but I just can't stand the restrictive feeling. Sometimes my family makes me wear tight dress pants for formal events and it drives me insane.

Tarps. I don't like them. I don't like the feeling of them, I don't like the sound they make when you drag your hands on them. I guess some tarps are better than others- but if you're familiar with the tarps used to, say, cover up a boat? Yeah those can go burn.

PRETTY MUCH ALL MATERIAL USED TO MAKE EVERY BACKPACK EVER.

The pack itself - the straps that go over your shoulders - NOTHING is spared. I have to carry this horrible relic on my back five days a week and I am in constant agony.

Most winter coats.

I live in the great state of Michigan which is chilly for a good large chunk of the year. However: winter coats are terrible. They restrict your arms and are made out of a material that would sooner make me vomit than wear them. Almost all of the time I wear a sweatshirt (because not only are they very baggy but they're also good to wear in my "im not out yet" phase) so im good. If it's really too cold I'll just wear a loose fitted jacket over my sweatshirt.

Bathing suits and getting wet in general.

This is partly because of the trans moment thing but also because the feeling of being wet and having a bathing suit, and later my clothes, stick to my wet body is a sensation that I don't like. I have no issues with swimming and I used to do it a lot, but avoiding getting submerged in water is just easier for me most of the time. This is an issue I have not seen in most neurotypicals so I wonder if anyone else experiences this.

I could keep going on but on to HYPERFIXATIONS!!

Many of my nd friends online have ONE BIG hyperfixation and cannot focus on any other form of media or thing for the foreseeable future. I experience more of a barrage of hyperfixations at once where I'll be talking about many different things and watching many different things all at the same time. There will probably still be one or two dominant hyperfixations tho, usually being Scott the Woz and JoJo for me. Cartoons are really in rn tho ;P

Expressing!!

I have what some would refer to as a "resting b*tch face". And a resting b*tch tone too. My natural way of being is frowning with slightly narrowed eyes and indecipherable brows. My neurotypical family gets on me for this most of all I think. My mom will often remind me- saying something like, "the face you're making is so ugly. We're in public." And my grandmother will always ALWAYS get offended by the way I speak. When she calls for me, my response is usually "WHAT?", which I guess neurotypicals perceive as extremely rude. I say it loudly because I know she won't be able to hear me if I don't. And I don't know what kind of response she wants out of me, but it's not that one. I used to go "what?" when answering the phone too which I've since learned is not appropriate for most people and I no longer do.

When interacting with most people I will be crossing my arms and brushing through my hair with a hand. It's just a nervous stim I notice I do when feeling socially pressured. I can't make eye contact for the life of me, which no one brings up too much anymore thankfully. Happy stims for me include shaking my hands- not flapping my arms per se but vibrating my wrists. If I'm REAL excited the vibrations will spread up my arms.

When I'm socially pressured I have a thing where I'll start tearing up uncontrollably and it's extremely embarrassing. I won't be like sobbing and crying but tears will be falling from my eyes and I can't help it sometimes. This happens when I'm confronted with a stressful social problem. Like,, sometimes when my teacher gets upset at me in class for my missing assignments, or when my mom wants to start talking about getting a job or drivers training, or when I'm talking to my school counselor about problems with friends or grades or issues with gender. I HATE THIS. It always makes things so awkward.

The most challenging thing for me I think is voicing my concerns or needs. Especially to my family. It's one of those things where you can tell someone you just met something really embarrassing or something really personal but to tell the people you're closest with is a whole different beast. (Why do you think I haven't been able to officially come out yet lol)

I can type out my feelings like a champ, though sometimes I still dance around some things. But having to tell my mom how I'm feeling about school... or about my identity,, or about any aches or pains,, or even just asking for a game or money to buy something. I'll try and say something but delve into "you know"s and "uhhh"s and quickly get frustrated with myself and delve into "whatever"s and "just forget it"s. My parents and siblings know I'm like this and they find it just as troubling as I do.

What they don't understand however is that I can articulate my shit much better to other people. (Unless they're around). Like, I never am, but if I was alone at a restaurant, I'd be able to order food easily. In a snap. But when my family is around, I can't. My mom will have to either order for me or walk me through the order. If im in a store and have to ask a worker a question, when I'm alone I can do that with ease. If my family is there? I freeze up and can't do it. I don't really understand this much and would like to research this at some point.

Literalism!! One of my family's first big cues I was autistic!! (Other than the doctor saying "hey I think this kid is probably autistic but we can't be sure" at like two years old. An instance they like to remember of my literalism is a moment where a family friend saw a snake and was telling herself "there was no snake" "there was no snake" as a measure to calm herself down. I, a young autistic, continually countered this claim with, "yes. there was a snake. it's right there actually", pointing at said snake. This did not please her and at the time I was unaware of why what I was saying was incorrect. Now I am less so literal and more so blunt and to the point. Someone is telling me about their problems? I will be attentive and listen, but I will usually say "you should do ___" or "that's too bad" right quick. I am brutally honest a lot of the time and many people can't take it. My dad likes to get at me for this but he's practically the king of neurodivergent literalism so he's a hypocrite.

I think this all is one of the reasons I HATE riddles and guessing games. My neurotypical irl friends do these things all the time. They'll make me guess what they're hinting they want to talk about or are thinking about and I do not have the energy for that! Especially when I know it's just a goddamn trap. You'll say "are you serious??" when I guess wrong. Leave me tf alone!!

I am pretty bad at giving people advice for their problems. I like to think I'm quite empathetic - more than a lot of neurotypicals - but giving people advice is a whole other story. A lot of times I can just listen and say "I'm sorry. That sounds tough."

And then the neurotypicals say "don't be sorry. it's not your fault."

AAH! I KNOW ITS NOT MY FAULT! IM - I JUST- GAH!

This has been Marx's autism stuff. I missed many autism moments but I hope you enjoyed lmao

#autism #really autistic #autism awareness #autism things #red instead #light it up gold #marx's autism things #personal #autism acceptance #autism acceptence month

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ask-thsc-blog · 3 years

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Abby: well... THAT'S something that you can centaintly try with levels 1-2 Pride, but...

Calvin: *nervous* B-but...?

Abby rose her hand and started to count with her fingers...

Abby: welp...

1) 1-3 level wrath will use you as a punching bag until you get all mushy like an smashed old banana and then fire at you with their powers until you're dust, level 4 will just do that right away

2) 1-4 level Sloth demons will get bored and drag you to sleep with them, feeding off your dreams and life force until you die slowly by dehidration and hunger

3) 1-3 level envy Demons would try to anoy you back, and if they fail they'll cut your throat and steal your voice

4) 1-2 gluttony will get hungry and eat you alive

5) 1-3 greed whould just mug you and beat you up

6) 1-2 lust would try to get la-

CALVIN: " Okay, where are those lust demons?"

KONRAD: "Calvin!!'

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dromaeocore · 4 years

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OK SO! RECIPE #3 - BANANA BREAD!!!! RECIPE COURTESY OF MY MOM, as most of these are gonna be ngl, i'm spilling dark family secrets here

HERE'S UR INGREDIENTS:

2 ½ CUPS OF FLOUR

½ CUP SUGAR

½ CUP BROWN SUGAR (ALTERNATIVELY!!!!! YOU CAN JUST USE ONE WHOLE CUP OF BROWN SUGAR INSTEAD OF GOING HALFSIES. THIS IS BETTER AND MORE DELICIOUS, I JUST FORGOT TO DO IT IN THE BREAD I MADE TONIGHT. USE A FULL CUP OF BROWN SUGAR AND NO WHITE SUGAR.)

3 ½ TSP BAKING POWDER

1 TSP SALT

½ TSP CINNAMON

3 T VEGETABLE OIL

⅓ CUP MILK

1 EGG

2 RIPE BANANAS (LIKE BLACK. LIKE ALMOST-MOLDY BLACK. LIKE, YOU WOULD OTHERWISE THROW THESE AWAY BLACK.)

LIKE HALF A CUP OF CHOCOLATE CHIPS (OPTIONAL)

So!!!!! Preheat your oven to 350, grease a pan, combine all your dry ingredients into a bowl!! Then put your wet ingredients in there!!

If you, like me, found out 2 of your 3 bananas were moldy, UNPEEL a regular yellow banana (PLEASE UNPEEL IT. OTHERWISE THE STALK WILL CATCH FIRE IN THE MICROWAVE AND MAKE HORRIFYING OTHERWORLDLY BANANA SOUNDS. THIS TOTALLY DID NOT HAPPEN TO ME. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT) and nuke it for a minute or so until it looks soft and gooey and like something you would never eat.

(Not that bananas are all that pleasant to eat anyways. Let's be real here, if you're eating bananas every morning it's because they're 49 cents a pound and you don't want to get scurvy.)

ANYWAYS. wangjangle all that together until it's mushy and doughy. (yes! That's a You Suck At Cooking reference!!! Go look him up on YouTube!!!) THEN IF YOU ARE A HEATHEN, LIKE ME, STIR SOME CHOCOLATE CHIPS IN THERE BECAUSE BANANAS AND CHOCOLATE, MAN! ITS GOOD!!! TOTALLY OPTIONAL THO

Pour that into ur greased pan. You want the pan to be like, ½ to ¾ of the way full bc this dough is Gonna Rise In The Oven.

MOST IMPORTANT STEP: SPRINKLE A FUCK TON OF SUGAR, LIKE 3 OR 4 TABLESPOONS, ON TOP. THIS WILL MAKE A DELICIOUS CRUNCHY SUGARY CRUST AND IS THE BEST PART OF THE BREAD.

Put that in the oven for 50-60 minutes (I like to underbake slightly so I ballpark around 50-55. The recipe says 60 minutes tho)

BY THE WAY!!!! IF YOU WANT TO MAKE THIS VEGAN, JUST USE ALMOND MILK OR WHATEVER. IF YOU, LIKE ME, FORGOT TO BUY EITHER KIND OF MILK, JUST USE WATER. ITS FINE. MY BANANA BREAD CAME OUT FINE. VERY SLIGHTLY MORE CRUMBLY THAN USUAL BUT ITS STILL GOOD OKAY.

#neil's cooking blog #I GUESS ITD BE NEILS BAKING BLOG BUT I DON'T BAKE ENOUGH TO JUSTIFY THAT #personal #baking #banana bread #recipes #WAIT #corvin's food blog #THATS THE TAG

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