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mrsackermannx · 4 months

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chef!sukuna who’s still lower in the rank than he wants to be, but so close to being a sous. tonight is his night to do the night’s special dish, finally. he earned this. he knew that if the head chef just let him, he could create the best dish ever served at this damn place.

so, he does just that.

he’s immediately scolded, the dish uses too many ingredients, the head says. too much to prepare. too ambitious. even though he used all of the left over ingredients from the menu’s usuals. 0% waste, 0% additional cost.

sukuna curses, taking a deeper drag of his cigarette. “make sure no table gets that shit,” he hears, with his fists clenching at his sides. ill go to the gym after this, he thinks, yeah, punch the fuck out of that bag.

it turns out that only table 8 has the dish, your table. the server messed up and now they’re crying in the back to the porter because they’ve been fired on the spot. “i told you not to fucking take it! have you never done expo-“

sukuna stalks calmly to the shaking waiter, “show me table eight-“ he sighs, levelling the head chef with a glare, sukuna was much larger, much stronger than him, difference in rank or not. he stood down, stalking down the other side of the kitchen with a huff. “ignore him, i wanna see who’s eating my dish, come on, let’s go.”

a reassuring pat to the shoulder from sukuna was almost enough to make him cry even more. sukuna kind of hated everyone.

“just there, chef. the couple, bedside the pillar on the left…its um…her, chef.” he grins, watching how transfixed the normally gruff man is, “your girl heh heh.”

“shut up,” he says, but he smiles a little.

he watches you, sat opposite some guy you hardly look interested in, you’re beautiful, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, as always, his eyes are drawn to you, no other woman could compare.

he watches you slice through his dish, the fork at your lips, as soon as it reaches your mouth you make a noise of such rapture, a sudden quiet falls upon the floor of the restaurant.

it’s almost weird how heat rushes low at the sight and the sound, he can’t remember the last time anyone else fired him up like this. he never took himself to have any kind of food fetish, either. yet watching you eat his dishes always seems to be an erotic exchange he never anticipates.

“oh…him? think they’re married?”

“i don’t think so.”

that man seems to hiss at you, eyes on his watch, barely touching his dish. “i wanted pizza downtown, god.”

you shake your hand in dismissal, shoving another forkful in your mouth. “i wanted this, i always want this.”

sukuna let’s out a breathy fuck, and the server practically faints.

no one was immune to sukuna’s charm, then, it seemed.

“oh, fuck, table 7 saw me. fuck, chef ive already been fire-“

“go and give them a reason not to fire you. go, go to your table kid, it’s still yours, right?”

the table beside you seems to have called him over, asking for the same dish you seem to believe has came from heaven, telling anybody who asks.

sukuna can’t help but enjoy the lively affair, as the restaurant manager tries to explain over and over to more and more tables that the chef special has been cancelled. oh, how he loved this little bit of chaos.

“why?” your voice clatters through the cacophony like a piece of silverware on crockery. “this dish is phenomenal, the best ive ever eaten here and in this city, in this country-“

“miss-“

“taste it! can you not taste the hard work? the thought? its the best thing ive ever eaten. the chef who made this has impeccable taste and talent.”

your laughter rings through the place at your partners embarrassment. sukuna is about to pry himself away and head back into the kitchen, leaning on the side of the bar and then…your eyes meet, another forkful is waiting before those glossed lips. another sweet sound of joy rings through the air.

now you see him, huh?

your smile is sweeter than agave, “it’s you.”

your words are lost on everyone around you, but to sukuna he hears them as if you whispered them right against his ear.

sukuna was a tall, broad, and unquestionably handsome man, unmissable out of his chef whites, invisible in them, somehow. obscured by the ambient lighting of the restaurant.

you near him, like a moth to a flame, a sensual air to the way your hips flick toward him. “you-“

the head chef storms through to the restaurant floor, the door slamming you both into the corresponding wall. his large arms wrap around you, his hand cups the back of your head.

he slowly retracts his hand, and your chest rises as you resist the urge to press your cheekbone into his palm, “are you okay?”

his voice is deep and addicting, dark and dripping down your throat.

you’re beaming at him, like he’s an angel, like he’s somebody you already adore. he gifts you a lover’s laugh, “you seem to be the only satisfied person in the building tonight.”

“seems like you’ve satisfied me sir.” you wink, still letting his aura press you into the wall, he cages you in with his arms.

“oh?”

“last thursday. that soup, you made it, didn’t you…?”

“sukuna,” he answers for you, “maybe.”

“seafood special last month?”

“yes, and your name?”

for some reason he’s out of breath, you’re so close, so fancy in your silk dress, clad in jewellery that sparkles even under these dimmed lights. “reader, you…you’re a genius.”

“so you came to thank me personally?” he leans closer, swiping sauce from the corner of your lip. it lingers on his thumb, his eyes chase yours as he licks it. “how sweet of you.”

#chef!sukuna #chef sukuna would absolutely ruin and wreck my heart #sukuna x reader fluff #sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #this concept is just in my head i cannot #younger chef sukuna #food critic reader?!!#foodie reader???#now i want to write a whole fic about this

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radio-writes · 22 days

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For the event, would something like this work?

"You won

I didn't deserve any of this

This will be the last time you lie to me"

But There's Something Latching Onto My Throat

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Cannibalism, minor character deaths, blood, manipulation

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, relationship can be read in any way

MDNI

"Oh don't you look so cute down there, my dear. Green really is your color." It was hard not to miss the mockery in Alastor's tone as he looked down at you from the bed.

You kept your head down, hands balled into fists as you glared at the glowing green chains cuffed around your wrists.

"You really ought to know your limits, dear. And I say this for your sake, of course!" The demon continued, a red claw coming down to play with the chain. "I mean, did you really think you had a chance in the first place? You really are so cute, I could almost eat you." He laughed at his own sick joke.

Your gaze followed the chain as it swayed lightly; from the cuffs around your wrists, to the bedpost it was tied to, to the red finger it wrapped around.

You finally meet Alastor's gaze, his smile calm and mocking as he lied on the bed, feet kicking childishly in air. You could feel your blood boiling as you tried to hold your tongue.

"But no, I couldn't possibly do that to you, my dear." He didn't really seem to care that you just sat there glaring at him from the floor. "Besides, I'm still quite full, you know, having just eaten your little friends and all."

Your jaw clenched, nails digging into your palms as you tried to hold yourself back. You tried hard not to think about them. How they heard you were still alive, how they spent months scheming to try to help you escape.

How they struggled to their last breaths as this horrid man dropped them into his mouth.

"Oh, their screams of terror made such perfect tunes to accompany my meal." Alastor sighed contently. "And don't get me started, on how crunchy their bones were. Except for that heavier fellow, no, he was rather chewy—"

"Enough!"

The sound of your own voice surprised even you.

Your body had moved almost on it's own. You had stood up, yanking at your wrists. The chain pulled Alastor forward by the link he played with.

"You won, Alastor. I get it." You hissed at him, glaring down at the demon that held you captive with as much fury as you could muster.

Alastor's eyes were wide for a moment, before he started laughing just a second later. He moved to sit up, "Now, I don't see what you're so angry about. You're the one that put your friends on the line, not me."

"The bet was if I lost I'd never see them again! Not that you would—" You tried to fight back the bile that rose to your throat, "eat them!"

Alastor rolled his eyes as if he found your outburst to be far too overdramatic. "You weren't specific enough, that isn't my fault, my dear."

"You're sick." You snapped at him.

"And you're being unfair, my darling." Alastor said.

"I haven't ever done anything unprompted. You're the one that came to me to sell your soul. You're the one that snuck out. You're the one that insisted we make a bet, instead of just accepting your punishment." Each time he blamed you he gave the chain he held a harsh tug. "And you're the one that placed your friends' lives as prizes."

Alastor remained sat on the plush bed, seemingly as relaxed as ever as he continued to play with the chains in his hands. "If anything, I have been more than fair to you, my dear."

You were far too close to him than you would have ever liked to be. At this distance, you couldn't even try to hide the tears that stung in your eyes as he spoke. You weren't sure anymore if it was from anger, indignation, or just the sheer overwhelming grief over all you've lost to this man.

"Fair? You've been fair to me? You sold me out to fucking Valentino, I had no choice but to beg for your protection!" You didn't even care anymore that your voice shook as you spoke.

Alastor waved a hand in your direction, as if physically brushing off your words. "I'm sure you had plenty of other options besides begging me to take your soul, but we can agree to disagree, I suppose."

You almost snarled at him.

"You've locked me up in this god forsaken radio tower for decades!" You yanked back at your hands, standing up straighter as you looked down at him.

"For your protection, of course." Alastor only smiled wider—and it sickened you.

You felt like the room was getting smaller, the air a little thinner.

"You've kept me from everyone I cared about, half the people I knew thought I was dead!" Your voice rose in volume, your heart pounded so loudly you swore you could hear each beat.

"I thought if I behaved, if I just did what you said, if I just followed you, you'd let me go already! But I- I—" You could feel the hot blood rushing through body, every nerve on edge, every cell singing.

And then it was quiet; you couldn't feel anything at all.

Your shoulders slump and your eyes fall to the glowing green cuffs that bound your wrists.

"I don't deserve any of this." You said softly.

A hum cut through the silence, soft static coming back to life.

"You are correct to some degree, my darling. You don't deserve any of this pain, this suffering." Alastor said, bringing your attention back to him.

There he sat, just as he was, unbothered by your shouting.

"You don't deserve scum of the earth pretending to be your friends while they try to lure you back into Valentino's well...office." His fingers playfully danced up the chain he held. He didn't meet your eyes as he grinned down at it.

"What?" You felt just a tiny bit unsteady, his words hadn't fully sunk in yet.

"Oh, you know I'd do anything to protect you, my darling. Plus, it's my half of the bargain after all, to keep you safe and away from that stupid moth's hands." Alastor met your unsure eyes. He finally stood up, the chain clinking in his grip as he closed the space between you.

"When I heard that a group of lowly sinners planned to con my dear partner into a new contract, I didn't worry much." He leaned down closer to your height so your dazed watery eyes can see him more clearly.

"After all, I thought better of you. You had to be smart enough not to fall for something so dull. Something so poorly planned."

He slowly walked behind you, circling around you in a familiar way that almost made you want to shrink away and hide.

"But no, I suppose that was a mistake on my part. I hadn't taken into account how desperate you had gotten for company. You'd even cling onto whores who called you every insult under Hell's hot sun."

You see your friends, smiles wide, relieved, when they first saw you again. The rumors were true, you were alive. They could free you.

"They'd never." Your voice spoke out on its own, but it was soft. So soft that you doubted Alastor even heard it.

"Oh, what was it they called you? A bimbo, a slut, a whore?" He counted off on his fingers as he went on. "I'm pretty sure they said something about you being just an entertaining hole at some point—"

We'll get you out of there. We'll keep you safe.

"They would never say any of that." Your voice was louder now, just a little bit surer.

He finally stopped walking when he was in front of you again. He brought his hand up, knuckles gently caressing your cheek, barely grazing your skin.

The touch almost snapped you back to life. His soft touches, almost loving, had never once been genuine.

He was lying.

"Oh, but they did! Believe me, I was as shocked as you were. The vulgarity of it all—"

There was a sound of metal clinking, a struggle, bodies hitting the floor.

"This is will be the last fucking time you lie to me, Alastor."

You glared at him below you, the green chains tangled and wrapped around his neck as his claws gripped at it.

"I will not let you turn me against the few people I cared about. Double dead or not." You yanked your wrists back, causing the chains around Alastor's throat to tighten.

"Why you ungrateful little wretch." Alastor snarled, his eyes had gone black and you stared down defiantly at radio dials.

"Do you really want all of Hell to hear you begging for mercy?"

Static prickled against your skin.

The room was steadily growing darker, shadows creeping around you as you kept the demon pinned down on the floor. His antlers grew as he smiled wickedly up at you.

"Try it." You dared him, unwavering.

"And I will use every last breath to tell everyone in Hell about that pretty little collar around your neck."

You swore you heard him growl at you, felt his chest vibrating beneath your body.

You pulled at your restraints again. Alastor's claws scratched at his own skin as he grasped at the glowing metal, trying to keep it from crushing his throat.

You matched his stupid grin with one of your own.

Sure, you absolutely might die tonight. But seeing the great Radio Demon brought down to the floor, his own leash choking him, was just the perfect parting gift.

You leaned down closer, the tip of your nose brushing against his as his warm breath washed over your skin.

"Green, is absolutely your color too, Al."

#tw: cannibalism #tw: minor character deaths #follower event #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #gn!reader #vien writes #Alastor being an absolute glutton is another fave gender of mine #of course his bougie ass is a foodie of course it is

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imjustagirl22 · 1 month

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Eddie Munson Food headcannons 🥨

~ (we’re going to ignore how down bad I am for this man, that I’m thinking about his food habits)

~ I don’t think he likes banana

~ I love banana, peanut butter and honey on a sandwich, but I’ve got a feeling if I asked Eddie to try it this man would side eye me

~ definitely kind enough to try it, but his face shows everything. He doesn’t like it and looks like a little kid who wants to spit out their food

~ I feel like the texture is too specific, and also hates banana flavoured things ( I mean same)

~ food textures are a big thing! (Not me projecting)

- pretzels, cereal and anything crunchy is a yes (as we saw)

- and although he’s a bit fruity himself, I don’t think he’s snacking on those regularly

~ pineapple is a wild card I think he likes (on his pizza absolutely, again I might be projecting)

~ and I feel like blueberries as well. He won’t buy them for himself but he will steal other peoples without hesitation

~ they’re not overly sweet and that’s what works

~ more of a salty rather than sweet person

~ while he can chow down some good sweets at a party or hellfire meeting, his snack of choice will lean to crunch and salty, like the pretzels

~ they’re not too overwhelming

~ lives for nachos!! With extra cheese!!

~ and don’t forget triple cheesy pizza! Loves when it’s stringy

~ will probably over eat subconsciously when given the opportunity

~ there might have been times when he didn’t have as much food as he needed when he was little and his dad was away

~ although Wayne never lets him go hungry

~ but he has ongoing “growth spurts” cravings

~ if he’s eating a lot his excuse is always “I’m a growing boy”

~ what else is going to sustain his random zoomies!!

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson headcanons #eddie stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie x reader #x reader #eddie munson x reader #headcannons #food #foodie #hungry boy

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Calming Afternoon

The weekend has just begun, and all my other outdated plans will just have to schedule themselves at my convenience. Food just seems to brighten the day, even in the most unexpected times.

It was an especially hot summer noon in hell, This wasn't a place where sinners were really into gardening, or watching cherry blossoms while they sip some green tea, it was unpleasant.

Unpleasant enough, to make Alastor cancel all his radio shows for the day, he told you, "I know my dear! Someone with style, and flare needs to make this hellish afternoon a little bearable but, you see my dear this sun has made me quite unmotivated to put the pen to the paper or sit at my office desk!"

You were a little disappointed, at his decision because you looked forward to his audios to add to your collection you had one for rainy day audios, comfort audios, he did those only for you, and some audios when you just wanted to hear his voice. Those audios always set the mood right.

Sometimes you would play them on repeat while drinking a can of soda, or drowning in caffeine when you just didn't feel like yourself.

Alastor picked up your sudden shift of mood, "My dear I promise to make you another audio, I'm working on that one for almost a week. It almost feels like a brag more than anything!" Alastor looked at you, "All though It flatters me immensely knowing you enjoy these audios more than those silly books you read, and that noisy picture box!"

You got excited, something he had been working on? For a week? You resisted yourself to ask more questions, Alastor would simply smile more wider than he usually did.

Sometime in the late afternoon, Alastor was looking at you with a disapproving look, "No, my dear, I must disagree I don't enjoy eating this lazy type of food it certainly gives no quality to the food. Nothing better than a homecooked meal."

Alastor, However, did cook the sweet dessert so ward or distract you from the sun and it felt even better when he shared it with you. Alastor had discarded the heavy coat and casually crept towards you where you lay you were flipping through a new romance book.

He should be asking you, where were you getting those books?

For the evening you were relieved to see some rain had cooled the land, and Alastor was stroking your hair, as he watched a movie you picked out on the picture box.

He was delighted to how these few hours had passed in your company, you were pleasant as always, he missed your voice. And was almost glad he feed you homecooked meals and prevented a day of lazy food.

The rest of the night you spent with each other where you talked about the things that happened over the week, what you intend to do, and to your excitement Alastor had created a meal prep plan for you, so you could enjoy.

Alastor is really good at cooking, it's like adding proportions to the meal flows in the blood, he teaches any recipe you particularly like. But he also loves it when you put in that extra effort to put together a good Lunch, or dinner. It's different when he eats your meals.

#lovestories #romance #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #beauty #alastor x you #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fandom #foodie #food #recipe

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chefchatter · 2 months

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Once you have this French Grilled Cheese, you'll never look back! Layered with grated Gruyere, fresh thyme leaves and our very own Jambon Sec and Dijon mustard, it's the perfect lunch time combination.

JAMBON SEC

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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sukuna: try your best, fool- i'll never talk you, choosing a knife from your collection: i have ways of making people talk sukuna: you: *cut a piece of cake* sukuna: ...can i have some? you: cake is for talkers

#sukuna is a foodie isn't he?#source: tumblr #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk incorrect quotes #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kit posts 📝

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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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when samu falls in love; he can’t eat.

for something else consumes him, leaves him feeling full all the time. the weight of his heart drops to his stomach, taking up as much room as it can get.

even his favorite foods don’t compare to getting a call from you, to seeing you in person, to enveloping you in his arms.

he’s so smitten with you he just doesn’t care, he could survive on your presence alone.

it takes a well placed “im hungry” from you for samu to jump into action. once those words flow from your sweet lips, he’s in the kitchen; working on your favorite meal and turning it into a masterpiece filled with so much love you can practically taste it.

when he sees your smiling face eat up his food, singing nothing but the sweetest praises; does it all come back to him. his heart has never felt more full, and now, his stomach is too.

#IDK WHAT THIS IS #so here !!!#it’s been sitting in my drafts forever #kinnie moment methinks !!! <3 #just some foodies falling in love #osamu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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how about headcanons for the lamb x a foodie reader. always tending the farms. getting any remaining berry bowls. that kind of stuff.

Learning that “foodie” was among your traits, Lamb wondered if that meant you’ll be hoarding all the food and if that’s gonna be a problem.

Instead, you not only adore whatever they cook, but you’re always tending to the farming plot(s)!

Not a day goes by where you’re not watering the crops, shooing away birds, and/or planting seeds. You’re always hard at work ensuring the food is ripe for picking.

On missionaries, you’ll search far and wide for fresh meat and other food to help the cult thrive.

While the other followers might have moved on from basic berry bowls, you still fully enjoy them. Especially if food’s becoming scarce or it’s a dry season.

That being said you’re not bothered by the side effects of certain dishes (except for deadly dishes and poop bowls) too much so you eat them to your heart’s content!

The feast is your favorite ritual to partake in, but if Lamb chose fasting rituals, then you’ll endure it.

You’ll just work extra hard to make sure the crops are fully grown by the end of the 3 days.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl lamb #platonic #foodie #headcanons

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ushiwhacka · 1 year

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KENDALL & TSUKUMO YUKI + COOKING TOGETHER

she’s almost glowing as she stands in the dimmed light of your cramped kitchen. toned arms peeking from underneath her loose t-shirt, hair pulled loosely from her face, she moves between the counters with so much grace. humming as she bumps the drawers closed, she then focuses her attention on the vegetables laid out in front of her. prodding and inspecting them carefully, just in case they’re not worthy of the meal she’s cooking. not worthy of you.

“are you just g’na stand there and watch, pretty girl?”

a breath catches in your throat. “well, i was enjoying the view.” yuki turns her head to look at you, eyebrows knitted together. and you shuffle on your feet towards her under her lingering gaze. “can i help?” the question punctuated with a bump of your hips into her.

“go ahead.”

you can feel her presence behind you as you fiddle with the knife. hands trembly slightly, knowing that she’s there looking over your shoulder. still desperate to impress her in any little way that you can manage. and you can almost feel how her molten eyes move from your exposed neck, down the slope of your shoulders, and then settle on your hands. your hands that become clammy and clumsy in her presence.

then the blade slips against the curve of the carrot one too many times, way too close to the pads of your pretty fingers and, in a flash, she’s towering above you. “let me show you.”

her hand covers yours over the handle of the knife as she moulds it into a perfect grip. you’re trying to focus, really, but it’s so hard when you can feel the rise of her chest on your back, when your skin flushes with heat at the way she presses against you, tummy digging into the edge of the counter.

then she leans down, so close that her breath tickles the shell of your ear. “isn’t this better?” her voice warm and low, nearly a whisper. “slice, don’t push down.”

she knows what she’s doing. she knows that your spine is tingling with excitement, curving into her. she knows the way her lips almost touch the soft skin of your earlobe is enough to send your head spinning and make your lungs still between your ribs. and she knows you’ll whimper oh so sweetly at the sound of a good girl when you follow her instructions.

and she uses it against you. until you’re pliant and needy in her arms. then she takes your chin between her her thumb and index finger, tips your head back, rewards you with a kiss that tastes of wine, rich and sweet.

your lips chase after hers, left wanting and desperate for more of her. but all you get is an amused huff. “you have to eat your vegetables first.”

valentine's special for @strawberrystepmom <3

#kendall ajkdsgd i really hope the vibe of this is right #i kinda ran with the foodies thing #i'm not saying you can't cook!!!!!! i just thought it would be cute #this turned out a bit more suggestive ahh it's not my fault she's so hot ok #yuki tsukumo x reader #rika's valentine's special

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bookishfreedom · 9 months

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hashtag self care

#all of us villains #amanda foody #christine lynn herman #booklr #books #book #reading #read #reader #bookish #mine #bookblr #bookworm #self care #reading in the bath

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 3 months

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🦇 The Kamogawa Food Detectives Book Review 🦇

❓#QOTD What's your all-time favorite dish? ❓

[ Find my review below. ]

❝ "What's the one dish you'd do anything to taste just one more time?" ❞

🦇 Down a quiet backstreet in Kyoto exists a very special restaurant. Run by Koishi Kamogawa and her father Nagare, the Kamogawa Diner serves up deliciously extravagant meals. But that's not the main reason customers stop by. The father-daughter duo are 'food detectives'. Through ingenious investigations, they recreate dishes from a person’s treasured memories – dishes that may well hold the keys to their forgotten past and future happiness. The restaurant of lost recipes provides a link to vanished moments, creating a present full of possibility.

💜 This cozy mystery was an absolute delight. Its structure is similar to Before the Coffee Gets Cold, making it an easy read to escape into (perfect given the chilly weather lately). Every description of the delicious Japanese delicacies got my mouth watering (I know my fellow bookish bats are aware I adore experiencing other cultures through food, in and out of books). The story focuses more on empathy and human experiences than high-stakes, stressful mysteries, making it ideal as a palette cleanser between more intense reads.

🦇 While this was a comforting read, I do wish we learned more about the main cast of characters. Instead of focusing on small short stories/mysteries, I wish a singular mystery was the novel's through line, allowing us to focus more on the three main characters. Regardless, this story was a delicious, cozy treat!

🦇 Recommended for fans of Before the Coffee Gets Cold and other mouth-watering foodie cozy mysteries.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🍡 Cozy Foodie Mystery 🌸 Set in Kyoto 👘 Father/Daughter Duo 🍤 Short Stories 🇯🇵 Japanese Literature

🦇 Major thanks to the author and publisher @putnambooks for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.

#books #reading #book blog #book reviews #book reader #book reading #book review #cozy mystery #foodie #mystery books #book #short stories #fiction books #batty about books #battyaboutbooks #booklr #book: the kamogawa food detectives #author: hisashi kashiwai

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