#grits eggs sausage bacon hash browns and pancakes

[odysseys-blood]

inviting all my mutuals to come have breakfast for dinner with me

#cliffnotes/.txt #me and my family made way too much LOL #i did it mainly to have leftovers but its still a lot.... #grits eggs sausage bacon hash browns and pancakes #come thru and get a plate i'll draw a lil heart on ur pancake w/ syrup

[madeintimeland]

i am seriously such a breakfast fiend for real i do not even give a shit sausages bacon pancakes eggs waffles potatoes grits oats hash brown toast if you put that in front of me its gonna be GONE!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Now imagine Cattanooga Klatsche adding a breakfast menu

As if being a coffeehouse among coffeehouses in Gatlinburg wasn't already interesting enow, thanks to thrift-shop kitsch furnishings and a light-hearted ambience influenced by the feline musical quartet of Couutry, Kitty Jo, Groove and Scoots, you could just picture their legendary back-alley coffee place, Cattanooga Klatsche, putting in a breakfast menu to give the Waffle House boys "sheer indigestion," as Scoots was fond of explaining the idea.

But at least you have brekkie simple, homelike (even with the place looking kitschy by design), definitely on the Southern side of things--even to where the coffee is roasted right in Cattanooga Klatsche (and also available to take along, whole bean or ground). Not to mention the menu having its own rather amusing little descriptive of what can be expected:

Try not to be surprised, diner, should one of the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" (of which this coffee place is their pet and pride here in the Smokies) come up to your table and strike up conversation on whim. They just prefer it that way, especially with a breakfast certain to be remembered alongside the tacky souvenir shops along the Parkway, or even hiking Mt. LeConte, among other distractions to be evident here in Gatlinburg and the Smoky Mountains. Who said breakfast had to be cheap, fast and easy?

Witness, for one, how they'd describe their take on the corned beef hash:

So much for the corned-beef hash served in mens' club buffets: Our take on corned beef hash puts even canned hash to shame, considering where we use nothing less than chopped up corned beef fried up in potatoes O'Brien--that's hash browns with diced green and red peppers for most of you. Who said the potatoes for corned beef hash have to be particular in some way?

(Not to mention reminding all that two poached eggs, toast and jam round out the whole.)

Even the legendary biscuits-and-gravy of their midnight gabfests gets noticed:

One of the more fascinating traditions the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" are fond of enjoying on occasion is sitting down to plates of biscuits and sausage gravy late of nights and discuss the look of upcoming concert tours or albums. Which is translated all the more lovingly for you, right down to the recipes Kitty Jo (the band's female lead) is fond of using, handed down more or less. No less than self-rising flour for the biscuits and a blend of mild and hot breakfast sausage in a rather smooth cream-style gravy. We're more than happy to give seconds if you care to; that's just how things are down here.

(They do make note of preferring self-rising flour for as much the biscuits as the pancakes and waffles--and some of the other baked goods served at Cattanooga Klatsche. And the grits ... nothing less than such ground in a lovingly-restored water powered mill, and when it comes to the topping choices, they let you pick them for your bowl, adding "If you can't quite decide what you want with your bowl of grits, we'll be happy to choose the add-ins for you!" Including such staple mix-ins as bacon and sausage bits, butter, shredded cheese, red eye gravy and diverse seasonings.)

And believe you me, the pancakes and waffles on Cattanooga Klatsche's breakfast menu (aside from the obvious use of self-rising flour, after the Southern fashion) have a remarkable lightness and digestibility, as if offering maple syrup, ribbon cane syrup and cane sorghum as accompaiments wasn't adding some choice as well. And did I mention also being able to order said pancakes with Malt-O-Meal or even Hovis flour from England (a whole wheat flour said to be extra nutritive thanks to the wheat germ contained) mixed in to the stock batter, for such liking extra flavour?

And the coffee: As with the other coffees sold at Cattanooga Klatsche, Fairtrade Certified sourcing, roasted fresh on the premi (and many can swear they can smell the roasting going on) and with free refresh of the mug as required. For such who prefer tea--again, Fairtrade Certified, and blended on the premi, including Original Cattanooga House Blend, English Breakfast, Formosan Oolong, China Hyson Green, Earl Grey, Spiced and Decaffeinated. (Iced tea can also be had for such interested, brewed from a closely-held blend of green and black teas designed for optimal refreshment).

And One Thing More from the breakfast menu:

We'd rather let the hotel and motel trade recommend us based on merit, as in whether they've actually HAD breakfast with us rather than paying them off to say nice things about us. Such isn't exactly good business sense, come to think of it; rather, it only cheapens the whole system of recommendations and could raise ethical questions. So if you liked Cattanooga Klatche's breakfasts, tell your friends--especially back in your hometown and considering a drive to the Great Smokies. And if not--let us know. We'd rather be the first to know of a problem, which can happen sometimes.

Such is how breakfast can get at Cattanooga Klatsche, which can otherwise get to be quite the coffeehouse in Gatlinburg bound to make even Starbucks and Dunkin' envious.

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@warnerbrosentertainment @groovybribri @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan @jellystone-enjoyer @archive-archives @screamingtoosoftly @thylordshipofbutts @princessgalaxy505 @thebigdingle @themineralyoucrave @warnerbros-blog1 @theweekenddigest @a-gang-of-silly-bananas @zodiacfan32 @warnerbrosent-blog

#hanna barbera #fanfic #fanfic friday #fanfiction #cattanooga cats #gatlinburg #cattanooga klatsche #breakfast places #breakfast menu #decent breakfast #try to be surprised #hannabarberaforever

[ezcater]

3 Brunch-Inspired Meals Perfect for Workplace Catering

What is brunch? Is it breakfast? Is it lunch? Why can we have brunch at 2 p.m. and still call it brunch? Brunch is, of course, that nebulous meal that can fit somewhere between breakfast and lunch—and sometimes after lunch—and includes food from both. It’s the kind of meal where you can find bacon and eggs alongside a club sandwich.

It’s also the kind of meal that’s easy to have catered, which is good news for all the offices out there full of people who love brunch. Catering Wilmington NC, Nashville TN, or team brunches anywhere can be a great way to celebrate special occasions and big wins. Here are a few brunch options to add to your office catering rotation! Bring Your Appetite to the Breakfast Buffet Breakfast? More like break-feast! And don’t let the name “breakfast buffet” fool you, either—many caterers who offer a breakfast or brunch buffet tend to offer it all day long. They know people love their brunchy foods. The breakfast buffet is the kind of catering package you can get when you want to go all out at the workplace. The breakfast buffet features all the essentials in one convenient package, so you don’t have to pick and choose. For example, if you’re catering Wilmington NC offices, a caterer like Middle of the Island can whip up a breakfast buffet complete with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, hash browns, biscuits, fresh fruit, and a beverage option. Saddle Up for a Scramble The great thing about a scramble is it can contain many of the same ingredients as a breakfast buffet; the only difference is it’s all mixed up in one tray. Scrambles can be incredibly convenient. They’re easy to serve up and even easier to enjoy. They can come packaged in large, accessible trays and in a variety of flavors. Want a more traditional scramble? Not a problem. If you’re catering Nashville office brunches, you can get one with eggs, sausage, bacon, onions, and mushrooms, all topped with cheddar jack cheese from the regional chain Another Broken Egg Cafe. Want a scramble with a bit of kick? Try their Southwest Scrambler with eggs, chorizo, onions, tomatoes, and green chiles, topped with cheddar jack cheese. It’s even served with flour tortillas, guacamole, and salsa, so you could theoretically make a breakfast taco or burrito! Savor the Lighter Side of Brunch with a Bowl There are all kinds of brunchy foods that can easily make anyone’s workday. From breakfast burritos to pancake platters, there is an abundance of options. But sometimes, you and the rest of the team might be feeling like it’s a good day for something lighter. You want something that can fill you up without leaving you feeling overly full. The brunch bowl might be the answer. It’s another caterable option that can come in a wide assortment of tasty choices. For those catering Indianapolis office brunches, consider Everbowl. They have a menu full of items perfect for those brunchy days. Get a bowl with berries and granola, or get something with a bit more protein with a mix of nut butters. There are tons of customization options. About ezCater When it’s the middle of the workday and lunchtime hits, turn to ezCater. ezCater is partnered with over 100,000 restaurants and caterers across the United States. They’ve forged partnerships with many beloved local establishments, along with many national favorites. No matter what kind of cuisine you’re craving, you can find it in minutes. Plus, with ezCater’s range of tools, you can customize your food search. Find options based on your company’s headcount, budget, dietary requirements, and more. ezCater is also a great option for businesses looking to add a catering perk to their roster of company benefits. You can turn to ezCater for everything from catering Dallas team member lunches to discovering the latest Portland catering options for your upcoming all-hands meeting. Make it a brunch kind of day and place your order at https://www.ezcater.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3ymlJMv

#nashville catering

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Karmanor (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Karm by his family & friends

Dad by his children

Age- 37 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- He's very laid back and effortlessly charming without coming across as cocky. A true gentleman, the values of hospitality, kindness, & hard work is dear to his heart. He's single.

He has the standard abilities of a god. As the demi-god of the harvest his other powers/abilities include limited photokinesis, wheat generation/manipulation, being able to communicate with/shapeshift into farm animals, limited atmokinesis, and edafoskinesis (soil manipulation).

Karmanor is a single father to fraternal twins- his daughter Krysothemis (called Kristy for short) & E.B (Eubouleus II) named after his grandfather. Other members of his family includes his father Eubouleus (god of the swine & ploughing), his stepmother Baubo (who everyone calls Barbie), his half sister Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest), and his niece Britomartis (goddess of mountains, hunting, & fishing nets).

He & his kids live in a large barn style house on a small 10 acre farm in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus. It's wide and spacious with gambrel roofs, wood siding, & wraparound porch. The flooring inside is cedarwood. A lot of the interior design was done by Barbie. The inside gives off a rustic charm with neutral shades of beige, cream, gray, pastel blue, and mint green, leather furniture, a stone fireplace in the livingroom, wood furniture, & stone finishes in the bathrooms. Various decorative animal horns and antlers are mounted on the walls.

Karmanor is unsure about his maternal parentage- whether his mother was a mortal or dryad. His normal was growing up with his father for the first few years before his half sister came along. It's said that Karmanor's mother died in childbirth.

He's an early riser, starting off the morning at his farm- collecting the laid chicken eggs, milking the cows, & cleaning out the horse stable before his kids are even up.

Karmanor doesn't like talking about the mother of his children, not even to his kids. Their mother was a beautiful dryad named Birdie. One look into her doe shaped hazel green eyes and he was done for! A short while after the twins was born, Karmanor noticed Birdie become emotionally distant to him & the babies. She rarely held, changed, or fed them. One night with a backpack strapped to her back, Birdie came to him with a document relinquishing her parental rights- with a promise that she'd be back to visit them. Karmanor hasn't seen or heard from her since.

Most days he'll let the kids have cereal or a breakfast bar, but on the weekends, he likes making a HUGE spread for the three of them- buttermilk vanilla spice pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage gravy, buttermilk biscuits, hash browns, and cheesy grits.

Karmanor is fluent in Minoan.

A go-to drink for him is iced tea. He also likes water, orange juice, bourbon punch, beer, lemonade, white wine, watermelon sangrias, & scotch on the rocks. A usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized dark roast coffee (with plenty of sugar).

Being a father is his first and foremost important job to Karmanor. He's actively involved in their lives, teaching them how to cook & tend a farm. Even though his son hasn't gone through puberty yet, Karmanor has taught E.B how to shave and they both ride their horses on the farm or check out a baseball game. His horse's name is Dusty while his son's horse is called Buckeye.

His favorite frozen treat is butter pecan ice cream.

With Kristy, Karmanor and her will have a daddy/daughter date that will usually consist of tea at the Grand Eaglepoint Hotel followed by a trip to the beauty salon for a "mini-makeover" for her, then to the Candycloud cotton candy shop before ending the day at the Pterýgio & Kýlisi bookstore. He knows he overcompensates with her due to her mother not being in her life. Karmanor comforted Kristy when she came crying to him, asking "Why doesn't she want us?"

At The Bread Box, he loves getting the barbeque pulled pork sandwich with a medium potato salad. He also likes the taco salad with extra sour cream and catalina dressing.

He didn't mind taking a backseat in the family business while Karme handled the reigns of The Swinery, the largest meat & cold cut producer in Olympius. All the free time Karmanor has is dedicated to his kids and other pursuits.

Karmanor & his kids often travel to Crete to see the rest of the family. He's not as close to Bri as he'd like, but they've been trying to spend more time together, often by going fishing.

In the pantheon his best friend is Pathos (god of emotion). Their friendship has deepened into a brotherhood, bonding over the fact that they're single fathers. Karmanor is the nonós to Pathos' son Storge. It's also an added bonus that their kids are great friends too! Sometimes Karmanor & the kids will spend time at Pathos' vacation house in Mykonos. They'll often catch sights of E.B playing with Storge in the backyard or Kristy doing some dance challenges with Philia (goddess of friendship) and Xenia (goddess of hospitality).

Before Birdie, Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture) was the first women he'd been with. They had a casual on/off relationship before they mutually decided to end things romantically. They held on to their friendship and he's even friends with her former fiance Iasion.

Karmanor's also friends with Pherusa (goddess of substance & farm estates); she's Kristy's noná, Apólafsi (god of enjoyment), his sister's boyfriend Michalis (Mike), Záchari (god of confectionery), Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck), Triptomelus (god of farming), Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity), Trochilus (god of the mill wheel), Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill), Promylaia, Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Thilasmós (goddess of nursing), Kópros (god of manure & excrement), Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music), Livádi (goddess of meadows), Chiron (the immortal centaur), Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Kéfi (goddess of mirth), and Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought). Karmanor was the official mentor to Deipneus (god of cooking & breadmaking).

Lately he's been getting into competitive bull riding. Karmanor's competed in a few competitions in Thebes & Crete- winning 1st place in a few! He's also a fan of the Olympic Derby. There are plans for he and Epimetheus to attend the hippocampus race portion next summer.

Karmanor's favorite dessets include peach cobbler, Barbie's buttermilk pie, his sister's peach bourbon upside-down bundt cake, his kids' hummingbird brownies, & his dad's kourabiedes.

He was once in a photoshoot for a special issue of Kytheria magazine focusing on the male deities of the pantheon. Karmanor's section was a photo of him in a wheat field wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a pair of cowboy boots, a wheelbarrow expertly placed in front of his privates.

Karmanor often says that he's too busy to pursue a romantic relationship, but that's not true. He's conflicted about his growing feelings and attraction to Thilasmós. Karmanor doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable, jeopardize their friendship, or get hurt himself. Things shifted when they went line dancing at a bar in Naxos. He pretended to be her boyfriend to curb the advances of a drunk patron who was flirting with her.

There's a pair of jeweled cowboy boots and hat that Kéfi bought for him as a gift.

He has a wicked talent with the harmonica and acoustic guitar!

In his free time Karmanor enjoys spending time with his kids, cooking, bull riding, surfing, horseback riding, football (soccer), playing pool, archery, reading, basketball, hunting, gardening, and sunbathing.

Some of his favorite foods include his dad's pot roast with roasted potatoes, his sister's corn pudding, Barbie's spicy barbeque ribs, and chicken fried steak with rice & gravy.

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant."

#my oc #my character #oc character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

[menuandprice]

Biscuitville Menu & Prices – Authentic Southern Breakfast

  If freshly-made biscuits occupy a prominent spot on your list of must-eat foods while in North Carolina or Virginia, you may want to check out the Biscuitville Fresh Southern.  The Farm-to-Drive-Thru restaurant is among the foremost breakfast food joints in the southern region and specializes in Southern cuisines. Biscuitville makes all biscuits from scratch every 15 minutes. Walk into any of the joints, and you’re sure to get a hot, fresh biscuit as long as you visit between 5:30 am and 2:00 pm.  When Maurice Jennings set out to start Biscuitville back in 1966, the goal was to be the go-to local fast-food restaurant in North Carolina. How did the local joint plan to do this? By providing a completely different, yet authentic southern dining experience for each guest! Over five decades later, Maurice’s dream has expanded beyond North Carolina to Virginia. With more than 60 locations in the United States, it is safe to say that Biscuitville is doing a great job of being the most admired and preferred fast-food spot in these two states. The Biscuitville menu consists of mouthwatering biscuit-based offerings, including spicy chicken & honey biscuits, fresh and hot homestyle gravy, and tasty apple pie made with real apples, among many others. And if you’re particularly hungry or hosting a party, go for the ultimate breakfast platters. You’ll love them! Plus, you don’t have to worry too much about eating healthily at Biscuitville. The joint has been serving up its classic Southern breakfast made with locally sourced ingredients from family-owned partners and local farms. Check out the rest of the Biscuitville menu and prices right here! Food Price Biscuits Bacon $2.57 BLT $1.92 Bologna $1.80 Butter Biscuit $0.96 Country Fried Steak $2.01 Country Fried Steak ‘n’ Gravy $2.70 Country Ham $2.84 Egg & Cheese Biscuit $1.92 Egg Biscuit $1.38 Fried Chicken Biscuit 100% natural and locally sourced fried chicken breast served on a hot, fresh biscuit. $3.05 Fried Chicken ‘n’ Gravy $3.60 Fried Pork Chop $2.78 Fried Pork Chop ‘n’ Gravy $3.48 Gravy Biscuit $1.56 Grilled Chicken Filet $2.97 Sausage $2.46 Sausage ‘n’ Gravy $2.08 Smoked Sausage $2.00 Spicy Chicken & Honey Biscuit $3.07 Turkey Sausage Biscuit $1.77 Sides & Sweets Grits Slow-cooked grits with melted butter topping $1.19 Hash Brown  Crispy hashbrown patty $1.19 Homestyle Gravy  Fresh and hot homestyle gravy $1.19 Country Fries Seasoned, thick, wedge-cut country fries  $1.59 Oatmeal Slow-cooked whole grain oats prepared traditionally $1.79 Cheese Grit Slow-cooked grits topped with shredded and melted cheddar cheese $1.79 Blueberry Muffin Freshly baked moist and fluffy blueberry muffin topped with sugar sprinkles $1.99 Apple Hand Pie Tasty apple hand pie made with real apple bits and served warm $1.50 Cinnamon Swirl Fresh-baked cinnamon swirl drizzled with sweet icing and served warm $1.39 Cranberry Orange Muffin $1.60 Apple Turnover $1.23 Honey Bun $1.54 Cinnamon Bites $1.39 Buttermilk Pancakes 3 Stack $2.69 5 Stack $2.99 Buttermilk Pancake Platters (3 Pancakes, 2 Eggs, and your choice of Meat) Sausage  $4.99 Bacon $5.19 Country Ham  $5.69 Turkey Sausage $4.99 Breakfast Platters  (Biscuit, Meat, 2 Eggs, and your choice of Hashbrown, Grits, or Gravy) Sausage $4.69 Bacon $4.69 Country Ham  $5.39 Ultimate Breakfast Platters  (Biscuit, Double Meat, 4 Eggs, and your choice of Hashbrown, Grits, or Gravy) Ultimate Sausage  Fried egg, griddle-cooked local sausage patties, and melted American cheese served on a fresh, hot biscuit. $6.79 Ultimate Bacon  Locally sourced fried egg, griddle-cooked bacon, and melted American cheese served on a fresh, hot biscuit $6.79 Ultimate Country Ham   Locally cured and griddle-cooked country ham, fried egg, and melted American cheese served on a fresh, hot biscuit $7.59 Fresh Southern Lunch (Lunch Hours: 11:00 am – 2:00 pm Daily) Cackalacky Chop $5.39 Grilled Chicken Bacon Ranch $5.79 Homestyle Chicken Breast Tenders (4 Pc.) $5.29 Cackalacky Chop – Combo $7.89 Grilled Chicken Bacon Ranch – Combo $8.29 Homestyle Chicken Breast Tenders – Combo (4 Pc.) $7.79 Party Biscuit Boxes Order arrives the next day Plain 3 Dozen $7.99 HALF BOX 1 DOZEN Sausage $9.99 Country Ham $11.99 Bacon $11.99 Turkey Sausage $11.99 Fried Chicken $13.99 Spicy Chicken $13.99 FULL BOX 2 DOZEN Sausage $19.98 Country Ham $23.98 Bacon $23.98 Turkey Sausage $23.98 Fried Chicken $27.98 Spicy Chicken $27.98 Scratch-Made Biscuits Bacon, Egg & Cheese Biscuits Plain biscuit, American Cheese, bacon, and fried egg  $3.19 Country Ham Biscuit Locally cured and griddle-cooked country ham served on a fresh, hot biscuit $2.79 Sausage & Egg Biscuit Melted American cheese, local fried egg, and griddle-cooked local sausage patty all served on a fresh and hot biscuit $2.69 Fried Chicken Biscuit Plain biscuit and fried chicken $3.29 Spicy Chicken & Honey Biscuit 100% natural and locally sourced spicy fried chicken topped with honey from Golding Farms and served on a fresh and hot biscuit $3.59 Fried Pork Chop Biscuit Fried pork chop served on a fresh, hot biscuit $3.29 Fried Steak Biscuit Fried steak served on a fresh, hot biscuit $2.69 Homestyle Gravy Biscuit Delicious-tasting breakfast gravy served over a fresh, hot biscuit $1.99 Turkey Sausage, Egg & Cheese Griddle-cooked turkey sausage served on a fresh, hot biscuit $3.49 English Muffin Sandwiches Grilled Chicken Club 100% natural and locally sourced chicken breast with bacon strips, lettuce and tomato, and melted American cheese, all served on a toasted English muffin $4.99 Bacon, Egg & Cheese – Combo A low-calorie sandwich made with locally sourced fried egg, strips of griddle-cooked bacon, and melted American cheese served on a toasted English muffin $5.49 Turkey Sausage, Egg & Cheese – Combo A low-calorie sandwich made with locally sourced fried egg, griddle-cooked turkey sausage, and melted American cheese served on a toasted English muffin $5.79 Spicy Chicken & Honey – Combo $5.99 Country Ham – Combo $4.99 Sausage & Egg – Combo $4.99 Fried Chicken – Combo $5.59 Fried Pork Chop – Combo $5.59 Fried Steak – Combo $4.99 Homestyle Gravy – Combo $4.29 Grilled Chicken Club – Combo $7.29 Beverages Orange Juice Delicious-tasting orange juice made from Florida’s Natural Grower’s Pride oranges $1.47 Iced Tea Southern classic freshly brewed sweet tea (an unsweetened option also available) $1.45 Coffee Great-tasting coffee from family-owned Community Coffee $1.25 Milk 2% reduced-fat milk $1.31 Chocolate Milk Fat-free milk chocolate $1.30 Soft Drink $1.39 Milk-Chocolate  $1.19 The post Biscuitville Menu & Prices – Authentic Southern Breakfast appeared first on 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[backroad-song]

#scrambled eggs #pancakes #bacon #sausage #hash browns #grits #breakfast #foodporn

[hopiewrites]

Runaways - BNHA

pairing - dabi x reader

ongoing series, chapter 1

word count - 8,608

chapter 2 & 3 up now!

-> back to masterlist

01

“ goodnight, sun “

The night was crisp and caliginous, dark navy blues tattered and faded at the edge of the sky, bleeding into a black that swallowed even the glow of the stars. She exhaled deep and heavy, watching wisps sheer grey of smoke float into the atmosphere, twirling into an oblivion, dying in the wind as it curled towards the moon.

Winter is unforgiving, she thought to herself, feeling its chill find home in her bones, constricting her lungs as the falling snow kissed all over her body. The lightweight, open front sweater did little to shield her from the overbearing cold, snow melting into the tightly knitted fabric, leaving behind damp spots of icy water to freeze over her numb skin. The tank top under the garment did little to nothing to isolate what little body heat she had left.

Her hands shook as she took one last drag of the cigarette, then finally, after 15 minutes outside in the winter ridden city of hosu, she put it out on the back of her hand and stuffed the bud in the back pocket of her jeans; she may be a lot of things, but a litterbug isn’t one of them. She rounded the corner of the 24 hour diner, out of the cramped alleyway and walked into said building. The bell dinged as she shuffled into the warm building, tapping the tip of her snow covered vans on the doormat before plopping down into the booth at the far corner of the establishment.

Seeing as it was nearing four in the morning, there wasn’t any other people there, which the girl was thankful for. She didn’t think that she could handle having to hear the obnoxious slurring and shouting of the local drunkards tonight; they usually found their way to this specific place around this time, probably too out of it to find their own homes, or maybe they were kicked out by their families, who she figured were far by tired of their alcoholic husbands and fathers. She knows good and well how frustrating those people could be.

She turned to the left, looking out the large windows to observe the city. Not many places were still open, as most all the lights were off and there were barely any cars parked on the side of the road. Everything looked still, covered in a striking white that blinded; only the streetlamps offered fleeting light, flickering warm yellow, a mockery of the sun as the light reflected off the ice crystals and straight into her tired eyes.

She groaned quietly to herself, tearing her pupils away from the fogged glass and stared, empty and exhausted, at the table in front of her. She wasn’t sure how much time passed until a coffee was sat on the clean surface, straight under her nose, a few packets of sugar and cream tossed right beside it. Her lips twitched into somewhat of a small smile, but it was more of a grimace than anything else. She shifted her gaze towards the familiar waitress standing at the end of the table, hands on her hips, expression bored, the flicker of worry in the older woman’s eyes was as clear as day.

“I’ll be right back with your food, honey. Any special requests today, or just the usual?”

The girl took a deep breath through her nose, before letting her expression relax into a tired stare. “The usual is fine, thank you.” She mumbled, voice soft and raspy, worn down into something she wished she didn’t recognize. The waitress nodded her head wordlessly, sauntering back behind the counter to where she’d make her food.

All the while, she made quick work of the sugar on the table, tearing all five packets open at once and pouring them in the dark, steaming beverage. She pushed the cream aside with a lazy swipe of her hand, stirring her drink then taking a few gulps.

‘Fuck, that’s hot!’

She bit her lip as she placed the coffee back down infront of her, curling her fingers around the mug; at first her cold fingers stung, throbbing at the sudden heat, before the pain unraveled to a warmth she felt herself melt into. The girl tilted her head down, a dull ache shooting through the curve of her shoulders as she slouched, but she ignored it, blowing softly into her coffee to cool it. The ripples in the inky liquid was hypnotic, relaxing in a way she didn’t expect. Maybe she could nod off, just for a little bit… just until her food was ready…

Her arms straighten a bit, sliding the mug across the table but not letting it go - the warmth was too good to let go of - so she clutched the white ceramic lightly, ever so slowly leaning her head down towards the table, thinking of how nice a short nap would be; besides, now that her headache had dulled somewhat, she might be lucky enough to finally get some shut eye. Maybe she wouldn’t have any nightmares, either. Maybe she would finally sleep deep enough to withstand her own headspace.

Just as her forehead grazed the cold surface of the table, the bell on the door dinged, loud and shrill and piercing in her ears. She jerked up at the soul shattering noise, headache crashing back onto her brain like waves on the shore; it felt like her skull cracked under the pressure of her own consciousness. Hot coffee spilled over the rim and down her fingers, now tingling in the worst way possible, burning through her skin, down to the very bone.

Okay, maybe she was being a bit dramatic, but still. That shit hurted.

She decided to glare towards the perpetrator, and there he was, right at the opening of the door as it closed behind him, the bell slowing until the ringing finally stopped. The only noise left in the diner was the sound of the waitress shuffling around in the exposed kitchen, and the quiet curses the woman let fly as she mopped up the spilled coffee with napkins. She shot him glares in between drawn out seconds, and she saw the bastard smirk when he caught her in the harmless act.

The diner was empty. Absolutely, completely, utterly empty; barren of any other life whatsoever, every table wiped clean and ready for the taking. This man could’ve chose to sit anywhere, and yet, he walks towards her.

She is glaring down at the pile of sopping wet napkins in front of her when she hears his heavy footfalls on the tiled floor, but she kept her gaze locked on the table for her life, as if she would die the second they made eye contact. But he wasn’t walking away, towards the opposite end of the diner like any sane person would’ve done, as the woman obviously didn’t want company; no, he was walking directly towards her table. She could feel his gaze on the crown of her head as he only got closer, closer, closer, until she heard the distinct plop of himself on the cushion on the set of booths directly in front of her own.

‘Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look-’

‘...’

‘Damn it.’

Well, she looked up, that much can be said. Her fists clenched themselves of their own volition, knuckles white with the pressure of his stare. The man went as far as sitting in the seat with its back towards the door, so he was face to face with the woman. He just sat there, arms propped up on the table, eyebrows pulled up just the slightest bit, nose scrunched and lips pulled in the most smug look she’s ever seen in her life.

His hair is spiked and unruly, pin straight and as dark as the night that lingers outside; his skin is pale, almost sickly, almost translucent; there’s scarring under his eyes and around his jaw, taking up almost the entire bottom half of his face, kind of like he stuck his head in a fire and let it burn for awhile. There’s holes all across where skin meets scar, where she thought piercings would be - but it’s far too cold to wear metal on your face in this weather, it’d give you frostbite the moment you stepped outside.

But, what really caught her attention was his eyes, blue like she’s never really seen before; electric and dark and alive, it was like his gaze was seering her skin - leaving her open and raw and terrified. A shiver ran up her spine, violent and visible, and that only widened his grin.

Before either of the two had a chance to say anything, a heaping plate of steaming food was placed gently before her. “I made you some extra. You better eat this up, honey. You’re gettin’ too bony for a girl your age, right? I’ll come back to refill'n ya coffee’n a minute.”

As she walked away, the girl looked down at the plate. It had everything; eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, hash browns, toast, a croissant. And on another plate, a chocolate chip pancake with a melting chunk of butter on top sat, pretty and delicious and waiting to be eaten.

It’s really too bad that she didn’t have an appetite anymore; her stomach already felt uncomfortably full, heavy with anxious nerves and a growing nausea. She finally unclenched her fists, her palms an angry red, imprinted with crescent moons, thanks to her fingernails. She took a breath, tapping the pads of her fingers on the table beside the plates, then picking up the still dripping mug and taking a sip. It was now lukewarm at best.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Aren’t you gonna eat all that?”

The woman’s head snapped up at the lazy drawl of his voice, deep and feathery all the same. She said nothing.

“How was that coffee? Or did you spill it all before you had the chance to drink it?”

Taunting.

He was taunting her.

She locked eyes with the male, the need to hide away from his burning gaze overruled by the want to feed him a taste of his own bitter medicine. She raised the almost empty ceramic to her mouth, licking her lips slowly, before sipping as loudly and obnoxiously as she possibly could, all while staring him down with the coldest, lackluster expression she could muster.

As much as she wanted to walk out that door and never be seen again, as much as her skin burned with an embarrassment she couldn’t quite keep down, she felt particularly shitty today, so she wasn’t nice enough to let him have the pleasure of scaring her off. Still sipping, she crossed her legs, rested her elbow on the table, and squinted.

It was a long thirty seconds later that she sat the mug down, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, holding back the glower she could feel trying to pull at her face. She was convinced that if she kept eye contact any longer, she might turn to ash, but she held out. She was too spiteful, in all honesty.

The bastard raised his hand and snorted, rolling his eyes before they found their way back to her own, the words try me, bitch unsaid, but he might as well have shouted them by how clear the message was.

Suddenly, she slammed her hands flat on the tables surface, standing up, throwing him the bird and walking away; out of the safe warmth of the indoors, and into the trembling hands of winter’s night. No, she didn’t pay. She only hoped the waitress understood.

“What the fuck was that about?”

She mumbled angrily to herself as she checked her phone, eyebrows furrowed. The bright numbers lit up as 5:09 A.M., along with a string of texts from her older sister. The girl sighed, cold and alone, leaning on the outside of a shitty diner in a snowstorm at ungodly hours. She would’ve laughed if it didn’t hurt to do so.

It’s been about a month since she left home. A month of going from shelter to shelter, a month of sleeping on park benches and cement, a month of stealing so she wouldn’t starve to death; though, she wouldn’t really mind dying that much either, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. She’s cities away from the house she grew up in, and now, in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers who couldn’t give less of a shit about her, she could almost breathe.

No more abuse. No more expectations. No more hiding. Even if she is barely surviving, it’s the best she’s been in all her life. She’d much rather sleep in the streets than under that roof, in that house, in the same place as those people.

That’s why, looking at the notifications of her sisters texts, she scoffed. She didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to hear anything from anyone who sided with that devil of a man. She’ll die before she willingly goes back to that house.

The woman was so absorbed in her thoughts, she barely heard the annoying ring of the bell as the door creaked open, barely heard the crunching of snow as he neared her.

The male burped. “thanks for the meal.”

She visibly jumped, almost dropping her phone, then stuffing it away in her pocket to look at the man who so rudely made her spill her drink just a few minutes ago. She sighed again, not having the energy to put up any kind of act now. She killed herself over with the thoughts that blew threw her mind, haunting her like some kind of ghost.

She looked up at him, shaking her head as a reply. “Do you need something, or..?”

The ravenette took his hands out of his pockets, crossing them over his chest. He observed the drooping of her eyelids, taking a moment to translate the woman’s mumble, then shrugged. “No, not really.”

But, in actuality, that was a big, fat, juicy lie; she knew that much. Her eyes narrowed; everybody wants something, and he is no exception.

She really, really, really didn’t have the means to entertain whoever the hell this guy was. She let everything go and glowered, not specifically at the man standing before her, but to the world in general.

“Lets skip whatever kind of small talk you’re trying to have with me, and just tell me what the fuck it is that you want.”

There was a silence that hung in the air, thick and palpable in her hands. She turned her side to him, taking a pack out of her pocket, and plucked a cigarette between her lips, lighting it. She took a drag.

Then, two.

Then, three.

She peeked at him from the corner of her eye.

He was wearing a tattered black jacket, a large white v-necked shirt underneath, and black jeans that tucked into a pair chunky boots - much more prepared for the cold weather than she could ever hope to be. He was tall - taller than her, at least, and kind of skinny. Now that he wasn’t wearing that annoying smirk, his resting face was… uncanny, to say the least. The corner of his lips turned down naturally, almost pouting, but not quite. His eyes looked as bored as they could be, the flickering blue that his iris was now dull and far away. It’s almost like he left for a moment, to a place far, far away from here. She shivered again, from the cold, maybe, or maybe not. There was a shell of a man standing beside her, who seemed to die mid conversation. The woman had a feeling she should be worried, but she wasn’t. Not really, because she does the same thing sometimes; it’s odd, is all, to see it from an outsiders point of view.

She turned back around to face him, keeping quiet, for whatever reason. No reaction from him. She raised her shaking hand carefully, hesitantly. Even when those eyes weren’t on her, she could feel how they scorched - could feel as they tore apart everything they saw, processing and scrutinizing and dark with some kind of intangible fog. In her other hand, sitting snugly between her fingers, the cigarette slowly burned itself to nothing.

Her hand made contact with his cheek, where skin and scars met, flesh so cold it almost stung - she tapped him a few times, then rested lightly on his cheekbone. Under her palm, she could feel the blistered skin shift as his mouth quirked upwards curiously, electric eyes glancing down at her with the same sheen of arrogant amusement as before.

He took his time finding his words, letting the ambiance of their surroundings fill the silence. The woman looked dazed for a moment, caught up in the thorns of her thoughts, snapping out of it when she felt the cigarette being taken from her other hand, his skin contorting under her hand as he pursed his lips around the stick - taking a drag and blowing the smoke in her face. She yanked her hand away, stumbling back a few steps, catching herself before she fell onto the snow-covered pavement.

“Didn’t take you as one to be so forward, short stuff. Guess looks can deceive, huh?” his voice lilted, tilting his head as he breathed in the chemicals.

She turned around, dragging her feet through the snow and hugging her arms around herself. Why did she do that? God, why did she do that? He probably did that on purpose, looking so dead and cold underneath the artificial lights of the diner, just to get a reaction out of her. She doesn’t even know this guy, she doesn’t know who he is or what he’s like or what he’s been up to. For all she knew, he could be a murderer, and she could be his next victim. He could be the most horrible, awful person on the planet, and she just touched him as if she knew the man her whole life. Who does that?

Shaking her head, she huffed, watching her breath come out into a white puff in the chilly air. She couldn’t think about this right now. Currently, she had to return to the shelter she was staying at, get her stuff, and promptly exit the vicinity, lest she get kicked out for stealing. She had to get busy finding a place to stay, because she really didn’t want to sleep outside in weather like this.

This is the consequence of her own rash decisions, she knew; though that didn’t stop her from complaining to herself every chance she got. Self pity truly is an ugly thing, isn’t it?

The male watched her as she walked away, flickering underneath the blinking streetlight and fading into the darkness that comes with night. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, licking his lips to taste the mango chapstick that she apparently wore.

He put it out, tossing it to the ground and stuffing his hands into his pockets, quietly tailing the female as she walked. His eyes never left her frame, slanted and calculating her movements so well, even in the dark.

‘So this is who he wants to get his hands on.’

-

The woman grunted as she shifted the backpack up on her spine, straps digging into her shoulders and weighing her down.

It was a nice quality leather bag, roomy inside with multiple hidden pockets; the leather itself was soft and worn, a nice creamy brown color that faded white in some places from wear. It looked like something straight out of a movie, vintage and perfect - far too beautiful to belong to that shitty old man of hers. This was his favorite bag, he always took it with him when he’d be gone for days at a time. It still smelled of dusty cedar and the shitty four-in-one shower gel he’d get. He’d miss it more than he’d miss his own goddamned daughter, probably.

She couldn’t help but grin bitterly at the thought.

The sun had risen hours ago, and the snowstorm quieted into soft flurries that rained down every now and then. Her shoes were long by soaked through, and her toes were numb and most likely purple from how cold they were. There’s nothing worse than walking in the flattest shoes ever made, with cold, wet socks to match. And yet, despite the burning freeze that ate her up slowly from the outside in, she kept going.

Trudging along on the sidewalk, keeping her head down, eyes so squinted they were almost shut, she tried to dodge the few people that were dumb enough to walk to wherever they were going instead of taking a train. Mostly, there were people in suits with knee high boots with thick, fuzzy winter coats thrown over their shoulders - trudging through the snow looking like some kind of business Sasquatch.

She did manage to take some money with her from that house, but not nearly as much as she needs to get a small apartment, or a place she can stay for awhile to get her bearings. As much as she would love to get a job,  it was out of the question right now - solely because they would recognize her as a missing person and report to the police. She’s tried to get by stealing things like protein bars, chips, water bottles, and toiletries from convenience stores, pick pocketing spare change form passerbys, using her quirk to her advantage, but obviously she’d have to buy a meal or two from fast food places for some solid food. The woman kicked herself for just walking out of that diner last night, leaving all that mouth watering food behind, but at the time she just couldn’t stomach it; not with that random bastard watching her like she was some kind of toy, like she was a means of entertainment.

She sat heavily on a park bench, throwing her backpack in her lap and digging out her wallet. She counted all her money under her breath, and stuffed it back securely into a hidden pocket inside the bag. Right now, she could just barely afford to rent an apartment for a month. But that’s not really enough, is it?

Leaning her head over the back of the bench, she exhaled, closing her eyes, feeling the snowflakes turn to water on her frostbitten skin as it began to fall again. Even in the cold weather, she felt her face and neck burning, chest heavy and muddled. She could feel her brain melt and drip out of her ears, salty and disgusting in the back of her throat as it ran to her head. She stretched her legs, hugged her bag to her chest tightly and parted her lips in a last ditch effort to breathe.

There wasn’t anything in her mind, really. She knew very few things for sure. She could probably count the facts on her fingers.

One, is that her legs are numb, all the way up to her knee.

Two, is that she’s starving. Her stomach growls and rumbles, begging for food she doesn’t have.

Three, is that she’s too exhausted to keep walking; too exhausted to find shelter, or warmth. Too exhausted to find the need to survive within herself.

Four, is that she knows she’s being watched. She feels eyes on her, staring, the person's intent unknown, and she is probably the most scared she’s ever been in her entire life.

She stays still, eyes closed, breath shallow, body going limp.

Five, is that she’s probably going to die out here, cold, alone, and hungry.

She curls up under her fear, tucking herself into blankets of too many emotions to comprehend. Everything settles, eerie and hopeless, as her arms fall to her sides, palms facing towards the clouds, catching snow in her bare hands.

Her consciousness is the last thing she loses as the world goes dark.

-

She woke with a start, jerking up with a cough that rattled her ribcage. She gagged for a good few seconds, spitting a nasty mixture of green and yellow onto the ground by her feet with a grimace.

She rubbed her hands over her face, effectively smearing snow down her forehead to her nose. It seemed it had piled up on her hands in her sleep, not that much, but enough to leave her fingertips a worrisome shade of blue. She wiped her hands on her jeans, patting her backpack; she thanked every deity above and below for the fact it wasn’t stolen.

After a split second to regretting her entire existence, she popped her neck, then looked around where she was seated. It was a quaint park, with a small swing set, monkey bars and a slide. A few dead trees were sparse around the place, snow piled up on decaying branches.

There wasn’t anyone here, who she could see, or feel. It was only her, the clouds shifting in the sky, and her growing concern for her poor, frozen feet. She wiggled her burning toes, and decided to find a sink she could thaw them in.

Standing up, she wobbled, then threw her backpack on her shoulders and pulled her hood as for over her head as she could manage. She walked as fast as she could to the nearest gas station, which was less than half a mile, thankfully. In a busy city like Hosu, there was a little store or restaurant nearly every corner you turned. Apartments lined certain streets, some high dollar, fancy buildings overflowing with security; while others stood run down, falling apart, graffitied with crude words and illustrations in the bad parts of town. She, currently, was located in the latter, which was fitting for a person like herself; a petty thief, a runaway.

She was getting awfully cynical, these days.

It was mid afternoon, nearing 2 pm, when she entered a small gas station. She nodded her head as a greeting towards the cashier, a young man with a buzzcut, tan skin and freckles. “Welcome!”

Ignoring him, she immediately stumbled into the small bathroom. At the back of the store. Thankfully, it was a one person bathroom, with a single toilet and sink. The woman was almost scared to take her shoes off, to see the mess that her feet had become, but it had to be done. Kicking off her black vans, she peeled off her socks, barely containing the shriek that ripped through her throat.

Her feet were ugly shades of purple and blue and grey, and she fell back on the floor with a loud thud. The blisters on her heels seethed with pain.

There was a knock on the unlocked door.

“Ma’am, is everything okay in there?”

It took everything within her to not scream no, everything is not okay and i’m fucking dying, because she didn’t want to freak the guy out, but now that she’s seen the state she’s in, she couldn’t hold back the tears. She tried to reply, but in place of words came a loud, ugly sob.

“Hey… Hey, uhm, do I need to call the police? Are you okay?”

She hiccuped, “no! No! It’s,” another sob, “it’s fine! Everything is fine! I’m okay!”

That was more directed towards herself, really, in a desperate attempt to calm down her buzzing nerves. Her mind went to the worst places, thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to walk anymore, how she’d die on the side of the road, how she’d be buried under the snow for forever; how as much as she thought about wanting to die, this isn’t how she wanted it to happen.

Next thing she knew, the male had opened the door, only to let out a shriek for himself. “Oh, oh my god. Wait. Wait,” he stammered, green eyes wide with panic as he stumbled back on his feet.

She took a shaky breath, holding back her sobs, “I'm, I'm sorry! Please don’t call the police! It’ll be fine!” waving her hands around, desperate to calm the poor cashier.

Said male inhaled, hand giving his chest a solid slap, then another, then exhaled. His arms dropped to his sides as his wide eyes looked towards the soaked shoes and socks, frowning in what seemed to be determination. He was mumbling something to himself, then dashed out of the bathroom, door left wide open, swinging back and bouncing slightly on the wall. The woman on the floor began to sob again, scared out of her mind, already expecting to hear sirens, to be dragged to the hospital, to be forced back into that hell of a home.

She didn’t want to go back. She couldn’t go back. Not when she made it so far on her own.

The male hurried back, arms full of gauze and antiseptic and bandaids, dropping to his knees beside her.

“What… are you doing?” it came out as barely a whisper, her voice was strained and shaking almost as much as her body was.

He dropped everything on the floor, before twisting open the bottle of antiseptic, and ripping open the bag of cotton balls. He then paused to look down at her, the golden flecks in his eyes shimmered with nervous tears as his eyebrows scrunched with the effort not to cry. “Helping you.”

It was a simple enough reply; nothing to read into, nothing left unspoken. No hidden meaning for her to obsess over. It was silent, save for the girls sniffles and occasionally cough - she couldn’t bear to look at her feet, so she stared at the man who carefully approached her, sending a questioning glance her way before he touched her, to which she nodded.

What was strange, though, is that he didn’t try to warm her up at all. He didn’t submerge her feet in warm water or try to clean them up with the supplies he just opened, but instead, he put both his hands on one foot, his touch light and warm. There was a faint, warm glow that came from his hands, and it stung like nothing else she’s felt before.

It hurt a lot, kind of like she just submerged herself in a pool of lava, but slowly, the feeling was coming back to her. She could feel her blood rushing back to her toes, the painful scorch fading to a pleasant warmth. Before long, he moved to the other foot, which was the same process all over again. She’s not sure how long it took, but the male had beads of sweat running down his forehead, and panted just enough for her to hear.

When he finally sat back on his legs, his hands were an angry red and his skin was cracking, blood dripping down his large palm, rolling onto the cuffs of his sleeves and dripping onto the floor. He closed his eyes, steadying his breath. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from him, and back towards her feet.

She gasped, loud and dramatic, before choking on her own spit.

Her feet, once colored with frost and the numbness it brings, is now only slightly red and puffy. There are still blisters on her heels, but they had shrunk down considerably. She wiggles her toes, and as much as her feet were sore and aching, she could feel them; move them.

By the time she turned back to look at the male beside her, he was grinning sheepishly down at her, scratching his face with his finger - smearing a thick crimson on his cheekbone. She didn’t even have to ask the question to get his answer.

“Good thing i'm a healer type, huh?”

She wanted to jump forward and hug him till he couldn’t breathe, but that would probably be a bit weird since he was basically a stranger, so she settled on a small, fleeting smile as her eyes wandered to his hands. A moment passed, with them both slouched and tired and scared. She reached forward, gently taking both of his wrists in each hand and flipping his palms to face upwards.

He jumped at the touch of her cold fingers, but let her examine his hands nonetheless. It wasn’t a pretty sight, to say the least; his skin had dried out, cracking at each of the bends at his palm and knuckles, leaking red and throbbing.

Wordlessly, she grabbed the bottle of antiseptic, and soaked a cotton ball with the liquid. She dabbed at the cuts gently, wiping away the blood and cleaning up his hands. She went through nearly 10 cotton balls, now accumulated in a bloody pile on the floor, but she paid no mind, occupied with wrapping him up in gauze.

It was weird, this whole situation; she expected to be dragged away by the cops, her feet being amputated and having to be trapped in that godforsaken house for the rest of her life. But instead, she’s bonding with a kind stranger on a gas stations bloody bathroom floor.

She hummed, satisfied with her work. Life really is strange sometimes.

Finally, she released his hands, looking up at the male, who wore a bright smile on his face. In that moment, it felt like July in the middle of winter. She almost let herself unravel in his warmth, but not quite.

He stood up, offering her a hand. “How are you feeling? Do you need help walking?” Even though he was the one injured, he worried for her.

‘How stupid.’

“Uh, i’m okay now… Thank you. How are your hands?” she forwent taking his hand, not wanting to hurt it more than it already was. She collected her socks and shoes, wobbling on her feet as they both walked out of the bathroom. There weren't any customers, thankfully, as it was still work hours and people had yet to be free of their offices and schools.

He made his way towards the front corner of the store, where the male unlocked a door and motioned her inside. After she entered, the door clicked softly as it closed behind the both of them - it looked like a break room, with a table and a few chairs, a sofa, and a vending machine. “Oh, they’re okay, don’t worry! That’s just the side effect of my quirk. Why don’t you sit down for a bit?”

As much as she wanted to decline, she really wasn’t in the position to, and the male could probably see as much. She hated pity - it made her feel weak and helpless, small under the worried look he sent her. She knew he meant no harm, but that’s just how she was; quick to decline any and all offers in favor of doing everything herself, preferring to suffer on her own than to accept assistance from people who only want to help.

Her internal struggle must have shown on her face, because he smiled reassuringly. “I’m the only one on shift for the rest of the day, so you don’t have to worry about being in the way of anyone.”

She huffed, finally shedding her backpack and dropping her shoes to the floor, sitting down on the red, fluffy couch. She sunk into it, a wave of exhaustion rolling over her being.

‘Maybe staying for a bit wouldn’t be too bad.’

The male in the room held back a giggle at her reaction, sighing softly. “Oh, i’m Daiki, by the way. You can rest up in here for a bit. I’ll come and check on you later, okay?” she merely nodded in response, not fully relaxing until she heard the clicking of the door opening and closing.

She felt all her muscles go lax as she kicked her legs up on the couch, laying down fully for the first time in a while. It was soft, and warm, and so, so comfortable. And before she knew it, she was asleep, numb to the world and its cruelty, even if just for an hour or two.

-

There were things on the table.

She‘s been glaring at them ever since she woke up, which was probably a good 20 minutes ago; treating them as if they’d burn her if she touched them. It’s just mundane things, with a folded up note beside them, along with a glass of water and what looked like a couple of pain relievers. A six pack of white ankle socks, a pack of those travel toothbrushes with toothpaste already built in, and a pile of heating packs sat so innocently in front of her, and while she was thankful, she was also absolutely disgusted.

She didn’t need charity.

Taking the note carefully in her hands, she unfolded it, reading the neat handwriting scribbled in blue ink.

good morning!

i left some ibuprofen here for you, because while my quirk heals, it doesn’t take away that much pain, so i thought you’d like these. i also sat your shoes and socks over by the heater so they’d dry faster. come out whenever you wake up, or i’ll come get you when i have to clock out.

-daiki

There was a small drawing of flowers on the edge of the paper. Her lip twitched as she crumpled the note, throwing it back onto the table carelessly, then looking around the room. Through the window at the side of the room, from what she could see from the opening of the alleyway that the glass faced, it was dark, and thankfully, not snowing. At the other side of the room, a small space heater sat, turning back and forth as it blew. Right there, a few steps in front of it were her vans and socks, sat neat and flat on the ground to dry.

The woman popped the pills in her mouth and gulped the water till it was gone. Shuffling over to the door that led back into the store, she peeked out the small rectangular window. From where the room was positioned, she had a good view of the entire store. There was one person at the very back of the store, browsing the chilled drinks; then, it appeared that Daiki was currently ringing a couple of school children out.

Quickly, and as quietly as she could, she went and put her socks and shoes on, both now nearly completely dry. She then tugged her backpack on, checking for her wallet which was still there, thank gods. She looked out the window one more time; it was just big enough for her to crawl through. She went ahead and opened it as wide as it could go, feeling the chilly air bleed into the room, wind blowing gently.

If she was going to do this, then now was the time.

It was always a pain to use her quirk, as it caused head splitting migraines and she could only use it for a short period of time, but it she had to admit that it was handy for things like this. The woman dug into one of the side pockets on her bag, pulling out a sheathed knife just a bit longer than the length of her hand. Carefully, she put the sheath back to where it was. The blade itself was simple stainless steel, and the handle was a smooth cherrywood, glossy and weighted in her hand. She’s had it for a while now, ever since she snatched it from one of her father’s friends while they weren’t looking; she doesn’t really remember why she stole it, but she’s glad she did, because this little thing comes in handy.

She stalked back towards the door. The school kids were long gone by now, and only the woman lingering in the back was there; looking at the candy bar isle with such intensity you’d think she’s making a life or death decision. Daiki walked out from behind the counter, and for a moment, the woman thought she’d been done for - her heart skipped a beat, her breath halted, her fist clenched around the knife. But the male wasn’t walking towards her; he was just going towards the back aisle closest to the windows, browsing the chips, to probably buy himself some. She coughed quietly, then took a breath.

‘It’s now or never.’

Clenching her eyes shut, she bit her lip, sharp and deep, until she drew blood.

“Hey, what happened? Did the lights go out?” As soon as she heard the confused voice of the woman, she bolted.

The door slammed carelessly against the wall, denting and bouncing against the surface, slamming shut.

“What’s going on? What the hell?”

‘Sorry, Daiki.’

Her footfalls were heavy and quick, the slamming of her shoes on the linoleum floor echoing throughout the building. The woman was screaming now, stumbling over herself, falling into the candy and knocking things off shelves; while Daiki was asking if anybody could hear him, trying not to panic, his breath quickening to gasps and heaves as a panic attack took him over.

“Villains! There’s villains! Help, we’re being robbed!”

The woman stabbed her knife into the cash register where the keyhole was, twisting, stabbing, then twisting again until it popped open.

“Villain, huh..?”

It was pure chaos, really. The two other people were screaming, crying out for help, clawing at their ears and eyes and mouth.

“I’m going to die, god, please! Get me out of here!”

As she stuffed every bit of cash she found in her bag, she had to admit that she felt guilty for taking advantage of someone like Daiki, who was too kind for his own good; his pained voice almost made her regret.

Almost.

There wasn’t any more money in the register by the time the woman was finished, and she bolted yet again, back into the breakroom, panting. She had maybe five minutes left until her quirk wore off, which was plenty of time for her to climb out that window and book it. She did just that, throwing one leg over the ledge, then the other, and fell to the wet ground hard on her tailbone with a whine.

She jumped up, glancing out towards the street, but deciding against it. She can run through the alleyways until she’s sure she’s far enough from here. She flipped around, running between the towering buildings on either side of her, jumping over a few trash bags, ignoring the wretched smell they gave off. She turned the corner at full speed, only to run into a body hard and fast, knocking them both over.

The woman squeezed her eyes shut as pavement met with skin and as skin met with even more skin, bodies rolling a few times over on each other, twisted together awkwardly and painfully. Both participants groaned loudly; curses spilling from each pair of lips. She winced as her eyes opened.

She was momentarily confused, immobilized by whoever was on top of her, trapping her under their body. All she saw was bruised, scarred flesh, the smell of smoke enveloping her senses. Her nose twitched, smushed painfully against a collarbone. Everything was skin, bone, rainwater and ash. The body shifted, propping up on their elbows that were now placed on either sides of her head. Her eyes widened.

“What the fuck.”

He smirked.

“What a greeting. You that excited to see me, sweetheart?”

She replied by raising her arms and shoving him hard off of her, and she jumped to her feet, trying to blink away the dizziness that drowned her out. The familiar male stood up, brushing off his jacket while gazing down at the panting woman in front of him.

She reminded him of a feral animal, in the state she was in.

“That was quite a heist you pulled back there. Didn’t think you’d have something like that in you,” he drawled.

She practically hissed, glaring up at him, “you saw that!? Goddamn it,” she gasped like it was her last chance to breathe. “Then you know that I gotta go, like, now.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“You’re such a creep.”

Seething, she wasted no time, turning back around to continue her escape, dodging puddles of snow and water and trash as she ran. There were footsteps not too far behind her, keeping up with her rushed pace easily.

He whistled. “So, where ya headed?”

“Oh my god,” she wanted to scream, and she would have, if not for the sirens reverberating throughout the alleyways, telling her that her that her quirk has finally worn off. She has to find a hidden place fast, or she’s gonna pass out right where the police will find her collapsed body - and that’s not really ideal, to say the very least.

“I don’t know, okay? Why are you,” she paused, gasping. “Why are you following me, anyways? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Now directly behind her, he scoffed. “Of course I have better things to do. But, unfortunately enough for you, princess, I think that you’re in deep shit, and I am gracious enough to offer you a helping hand in these oh, so troubling times.”

“Fuck you. I know what i'm doing.” She said, narrowly dodging a stray cat and almost falling flat on her face.

He hummed. “Oh, really now? So you have a place to hide when you finally pass out cold, where the cops or heroes won’t find you? Do tell.”

A beat of silence passed, then another. She sighed, skidding to a stop, turning to face the male who just barely avoided crashing into her again. He looked the same as he did back at the diner, smug and so far up his own ass you could barely see his head. She coughed, almost violently into her elbow for a moment, sniffing, before meeting his intense gaze.

“... no. I don't have a place to hide. I don't have a place at all, actually.”

She was angry, sad and fed up, and it showed clear as day on her face in the way her brows furrowed, her lips downturned, and her nose scrunched; the way her eyes glazed over with frustration, hot with emotions she’s tried to repress for so long.

She was so caught up in her own turmoil that she didn’t catch how he seemed to know about her quirk, or how he knew she would have such a drawback.

The male stood there as if they had all the time in the world, smug expression unchanging as he watched her break before him; turning to putty in his hands without so much as a fight. He took a split second to wonder if this is how he looked, so many years ago.

Scared. Broken. Alone.

“I have a place, just a hand full of miles away from here, actually. All you gotta do, is-”

He paused, catching the female, who collapsed forward onto him.

He didn’t get to finish, because the drawback of her quirk was hitting her full force now. Every sound echoed in her ears, her vision doubled, her body numbed. All sense of stability escaped her, leaving her mind muddled and legs wobbly; she stumbled on her feet, forgetting how to speak.

The last thing she sees is the tilting of the earth as she crumbles under its pressure.

-

Daiki shook as he stared down at the broken register, completely barren, only change left in the little compartments. He felt drained, empty, grey. The scrapes on his arms and face stung, shallow but still bleeding. He looked at his hands, his own skin under his fingernails, blood staining the gauze that was so carefully wrapped around his palm. His eyes widened.

Before he knew what he was doing, he rushed out from behind the counter and to the breakroom, pushing the door open and calling for the girl who was resting here. He surveyed the room, before pausing at the couch.

She wasn’t there.

There wasn’t anything here, actually. Nothing except his own crumpled up note, a pack of socks, a few heatpackets and an empty glass. His first thought was that maybe the villains took her, maybe they kidnapped her, but no.

The male gaped in horror, the truth dawned on him, reality choking him as it settled heavy on his shoulders.

Because what reason would the villains have for taking her shoes, her bag and the medicine?

-

“Do you even know how sketchy you sound right now, or are you not aware?”

“Listen here, princess-”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” she interrupted.

He ignored her, continuing. “-like I said earlier, the only reason your ass isn’t in a holding cell right now is because I dragged your dead weight three miles in the freezing snow,” he deadpanned, “do I really seem like someone who would murder you after I went though all that trouble?”

“Yes.”

“God, you’re so fucking stupid.”

The female had woken up a little while ago, situated on the taller males shoulders, being piggybacked through a snowstorm. When she first came to, the earth tilted on its hinges and everything was a blur of what it really was, so she just groaned and buried her head back into the warm crease of the males neck, wanting to die on the spot. It was his dark chuckling that snapped her out of it, kicking and thrashing, falling in a pile of snow not-so-gracefully.

And now, here they are, at the edge of town, in a completely unfamiliar place, sitting outside of a closed vape shop, arguing like a couple of kids.

“I don’t even know your name! Why the hell would I go to your house if I don't know the first thing about you!?”

“It ain’t my house, sweetcheeks-”

“That’s even worse than the last one!”

“-It’s just a place where people like us-”

“Don’t lump me in with you, i'm just a thief-”

“Can you let me talk for one minute, goddamn!”

The woman pursed her lips, irritated, but kept quiet. She hated it when people yelled - it always sent chills down her spine in the worst way possible.

The male sighed. “This place is just a shitty underground bar, with a few apartments above ground settled on top,” he ran one of his scarred hands through his hair, rolling his neck lazily, “the people there are all there for the same reasons as you, probably.” he stretched his legs out from the crossed position they were in, leaning back on his hands. “So, if you have nowhere else to go, where could possibly be better than somewhere where everybody has something in common?”

She was silent, so he continued. “All i’m saying is that you might as well check it out.” That bored expression of his morphed into a smirk, eyes dark and dangerous and alive as they shifted from the cloudy night sky to the woman hunched over beside him. His voice lowered to something akin to a purr, smooth as thorns as each syllable dripped off his tongue like honey.

“Because you have nothing left to lose, do you?”

It was a statement more than a question, really, because he already knew the answer. When her glassy eyes rose up from the ground to meet his own, he knew right then and there that he had won.

Behind those eyes there was fire, and if he and the rest of the league fanned the flames, it would grow into something terrifying; something unstoppable.

“... okay. Take me there.”

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OC test:Breakfast

“Make your favorite/ideal breakfast”

Yujin:*Immediately makes French toast with turkey bacon and a fried egg. A glass of milk just to top things off* If I had to have a last meal it will always be this. Anyone who knows me knows this will always when me over. My mo-.....my Dad makes the best french toast.

Tenzen:*Makes himself a short stack of pancakes, sausage links, some toast, the whole carton of orange juice, and an apple. Yogurt and crushed granola right next to the plate* Most important meal of the day right? If I’m going to push myself then it helps to have a bit of energy.

Yujin: A bit!!?

Sienna:*munching on a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel. A hash brown cleverly put on it.* Fast, easy, effective, and filling.

Jael:*holding a bowl of varying diced up fruit in one hand, and a bowl of whole grain out meal in the other* Strawberries, pineapples, oranges, melon, cherries, and blueberries. Half a cup of of whole grain oatmeal made with coconut milk for a bit of flavor. I have to be careful with how much fatty food I eat... *taps her chest*

Jacquelyn:*happily eating an omelet with a glass of apple juice. Jelly toast on the side.* mozzarella, diced ham, red peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms, and spinach is loading this bad boy. Adam made it once and demanded to know know how did it; since then I’ve mastered it.

Jael and Sienna:(Dad’s tastes better.....)

Nicholas:*A cup of coffee and a cream cheese bagel* I don’t need much.

Summer:He can’t cook for shit alone....

Nicholas:I guess it’s a good thing I don’t need much then.

Summer: *grits, egg whites, warmed deli ham, and a cup of cocoa* I like hot breakfast a lot.

Valerie:Deli ham is co-

Summer:*Dumps the ham and egg whites into the bowl of grits* Am I blowing your mind yet?

Valerie:*slowly grabs a slice of cold pizza*

Everyone:.......

Valerie:*red* I do what I want! Not everyone is good in the kitchen!

Lucas:*also having grits but with salmon in it. He also has some tea* it’s a bit bland but eh.

Girl:.......*makes a bowl of corn flakes and puts banana slices in it. She also has a poppyseed muffin*..........

Yujin:Not gonna explain why you eat this? No insight into how it helps or memory with it.

Girl:It’s good.....so I eat it.......*bites muffin*

Yujin:......Ok.

#rwby #my oc’s #rwby oc #yujin xiao long #lie tenzen #nicholas schnee #summer schnee #val valkyrie #sienna frost #jacquelyn frost #jael frost #lucas belladonna #oc test

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There was time for another Dallas, TX breakfast at Ellen’s before heading back home.  My companion and I split grits benedict, chilaquiles, fig french toast and the crazy pancake pot pie: layers of pancakes, sausage gravy, bacon, maple sausage, hash browns, scrambled eggs and cheese.

Result: Failure.  I left a little chilaquiles and little pot pie.  Trying a big breakfast after spending the previous day eating my way through the Texas State Fair may have been a fool’s errand.

#grits #benedict #chilaquiles #french toast #pancake #potpie #sausage #gravy #hash browns #eggs #cheese

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Cracker Barrel Prices list

From rocking chairs to enthralling food! Cracker Barrel continues to win hearts with its rustic atmosphere, Southern home-style food, 

and its antique country store. Cracker Barrel's menu offers the entire food selection that bring back memories of your grandmother's kitchen. 

A breakfast meal in the morning at Cracker Barrel is a divine experience

 (And it's possible that's why breakfast is served all day long at Cracker Barrel). Learn more about the breakfast menu at Cracker Barrel.

Breakfast menu at Cracker Barrel offers classic favorites such as Oldtimer's Breakfast, 

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Sunrise sampler and Grandpa's country-fried breakfast and more. All The Fixin's serves buttermilk biscuits as well as loaded hashbrown pancakes. 

There are pancakes available, such as blueberry pancakes, pecan pancakes and French toasts. Breakfast at Cracker Barrel can cost between $10 and $15.

Cracker Barrel has many lighter meals, such as seasonal fruit and multigrain toasts.

 On the breakfast menu, which are 500 or less calories. Breakfast items are available throughout the breakfast hours, but also all day long at Cracker Barrel. This means that you can have pancakes, 

as well as other breakfast options anytime during the operating time at Cracker Barrel.

 It is also possible to order menu items from home. Click here to place an order for food online at Cracker barrel, below, with the most important hyperlinks.

Cracker Barrel was founded by Dan Evins founded in 1969. It's a restaurant chain which includes a gift store in every restaurant.

 It was the first Cracker Barrel restaurant opened within Lebanon, Tennessee, US.

 Cracker Barrel specializes in serving southern-style meals such as country ham, biscuits and grits, among others. It has 663 restaurants in America.

Cracker Barrel Breakfast Menu Prices

Oldtimer's breakfast and breakfast sampler Breakfast with a country twist, Grandpa's breakfast or any other classic breakfast offered at Cracker Barrel These items come with nostalgic flavours.

 The traditional dishes are served with farm eggs, grits, fries, hashbrown and meats like bacon,

 turkey sausage, thick-sliced as well as link sausage. The eggs are served with all the Fixin's such as buttermilk biscuits or loaded hashbrown.

This loaded hashbrown casserole contains bacon pieces, with a bit of cheese. Also, you can enjoy freshly baked and warm breakfasts,

 and toast on toast at Cracker Barrel. Pancakes from Cracker Barrels are among the most popular food items.

This is the reason why you can savor these pancakes in the lunch hour and as a dinner option. 

Try pancakes made with buttermilk and toppings made of fruit and wild Maine blueberry pancakes. You'll receive your very own maple syrup bottle to use for pancakes.

The Wholesome Fixin's' menu breakfast menu contains foods that are 500 calories or less calories. 

They include fresh fruits yogurt parfait breakfast and apple n' breakfast oatmeal with cinnamon, as well as other. "

Good Morning Breakfast" has two egg whites scrambled, fine-grained grits, and comes with sides that include turkey sausage and fresh seasonal fruit, and tomatoes cut into slices.

The side dishes served on the menu at Cracker Barrel as breakfast include hash brown casserole Smoked sausage patties,

 country ham, bacon that is thickly sliced, sausage n'bacon gravy and biscuits, sugar-cured ham, fried apples sausage links. 

The sweet toppings that can add to your pancakes, or other foods that are served include the sweet blackberry and maple syrup cinnamon-spiced apples, sugar-free syrup as well as other sweet toppings.

The menu for kids breakfast is served at Cracker Barrel is designed for kids between 4 and 8 years old. Kids can choose from pancakes made of buttermilk, cereal n milk, 

one egg n' biscuits half a bacon or sausage, and fresh fruits and the vanilla yogurt dessert. Egg n' biscuits are scrambled eggs, biscuits and served with jam or butter.

As for drinks, you can enjoy hot tea, coffee milk, juice, and so on. for breakfast. You can pick between regular flavors, 

caramel-flavored, or vanilla. Lattes made from coffee. If you want milk, select skimmed milk,

 reduced-fat whole, chocolate, or even whole. It is also possible to enjoy classic lemonade, crafted soda soft drinks, as well as hot chocolate as food menu for breakfast.

Take a look at the tables below to find out all the breakfast options and the cost. There are also contact information for Cracker Barrel.

 Find all the vital hyperlinks below, and all the handles on social media for Cracker Barrel.

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Fast-Food Buffets Are a Thing of the Past. Some Doubt They Ever Even Existed.

A McDonald’s breakfast buffet. An all-you-can-eat Taco Bell. This isn’t the stuff dreams are made of, but a real yet short-lived phenomenon.

When we think of buffets, we tend to think of their 1980s and early ’90s heyday, when commercial jingles for Sizzler might have been confused with our national anthem. We think of Homer Simpson getting dragged out of the Frying Dutchman, “a beast more stomach than man.” I think of my parents going on buffet benders resembling something out of Hunter S. Thompson’s life, determined to get their money’s worth with two picky kids.

What we don’t typically think about, however, is the fast-food buffet, a blip so small on America’s food radar that it’s hard to prove it even existed. But it did. People swear that all-you-can-eat buffets could be found at Taco Bell, KFC, and even under the golden arches of McDonald’s.

That it could have existed isn’t surprising. The fast-food buffet was inevitable, the culmination of an arms race in maximizing caloric intake. It was the physical manifestation of the American id: endless biscuits, popcorn chicken, vats of nacho cheese and sketchy pudding — so much sketchy pudding. Why, then, have so many of us failed to remember it? How did it become a footnote, relegated to the backwoods of myths and legends? There are whispers of McDonald’s locations that have breakfast buffets. Was there, in fact, a Taco Bell buffet, or is it a figment of our collective imaginations? Yes, someone tells me — an all-you-can-eat Taco Bell existed in her dorm cafeteria. Another person suggests maybe we were just remembering the nachos section of the Wendy’s Superbar.

The fast-food buffet was inevitable, the culmination of an arms race in maximizing caloric intake.

The fast-food buffet lives in a strange sort of ether. You can’t get to it through the traditional path of remembering. Was there actually a Pizza Hut buffet in your hometown? Search your subconscious, sifting past the red cups that make the soda taste better, past the spiffy new CD jukebox, which has Garth Brooks’s Ropin’ the Wind and Paul McCartney’s All the Best under the neon lamps. Search deeper, and you might find your father going up for a third plate and something remaining of the “dessert pizzas” lodged in your subconscious. This is where the fast-food buffet exists.

The history of the buffet in America is a story of ingenuity and evolution. Sure, it originated in Europe, where it was a classy affair with artfully arranged salted fish, eggs, breads, and butter. The Swedish dazzled us with their smorgasbords at the 1939 World Fair. We can then trace the evolution of the buffet through Las Vegas, where the one-dollar Buckaroo Buffet kept gamblers in the casino. In the 1960s and 1970s, Chinese immigrant families found loopholes in racist immigration laws by establishing restaurants. They brought Chinese cooking catered to American tastes in endless plates of beef chow fun and egg rolls. By the 1980s, buffets ruled the landscape like family dynasties, with sister chains the Ponderosa and the Bonanza spreading the gospel of sneeze guards and steaks, sundae stations and salad bars along the interstates. From Shoney’s to Sizzler, from sea to shining sea, the buffet was a feast fit for kings, or a family of four.

And of course, fast-food restaurants wanted in on the action. As fast-food historian and author of Drive-Thru Dreams Adam Chandler put it, “every fast food place flirted with buffets at some point or another. McDonald’s absolutely did, as did most of the pizza chains with dine-in service. KFC still has a few stray buffets, as well as an illicit one called Claudia Sanders Dinner House, which was opened by Colonel Sanders’ wife after he was forbidden from opening a competing fried chicken business after selling the company. Wendy’s Super Bar was short-lived, but the salad bar lived on for decades.”

How something can be both gross and glorious is a particular duality of fast food, like the duality of man or something, only with nacho cheese and pasta sauce.

In a 1988 commercial for the Superbar, Dave Thomas says, “I’m an old-fashioned guy. I like it when families eat together.” A Wendy’s executive described the new business model as “taking us out of the fast-food business.” Everyone agrees the Wendy’s Supernar was glorious. And gross, everyone also agrees. How something can be both gross and glorious is a particular duality of fast food, like the duality of man or something, only with nacho cheese and pasta sauce.

“I kind of want to live in a ’90s Wendy’s,” Amy Barnes, a Tennessee-based writer, tells me in between preparing for virtual learning with her teenagers. The Superbar sat in the lobby, with stations lined up like train carts. First, there was the Garden Spot, which “no one cared about,” a traditional salad bar with a tub of chocolate pudding at its helm, “which always had streams of salad dressing and shredded cheese floating on top.” Next up was the Pasta Pasta section, with “noodles, alfredo and tomato sauce…[as well as] garlic bread made from the repurposed hamburger buns with butter and garlic smeared on them.” Obviously, the crown jewel of the Superbar was the Mexican Fiesta, with its “vats of ground beef, nacho cheese, sour cream.” The Fiesta shared custody of additional toppings with the salad bar. It was $2.99 for the dining experience.

Santa Claus. The Easter Bunny. The McDonald’s Breakfast Buffet.

The marriage of Wendy’s and the Superbar lasted about a decade before it was phased out in all locations by 1998. Like a jilted ex-lover, the official Wendy’s Story on the website makes zero mention of Superbar, despite the countless blogs, YouTube videos, and podcasts devoted to remembering it. At least they kept the salad bar together until the mid-2000s for the sake of the children.

Santa Claus. The Easter Bunny. The McDonald’s Breakfast Buffet. Googling the existence of such a thing only returns results of people questioning the existence of this McMuffin Mecca on subforums and Reddit. Somebody knows somebody who passed one once on the highway. A stray Yelp review of the Kiss My Grits food truck in Seattle offers a lead: “I have to say, I recall the first time I ever saw grits, they were at a McDonald’s breakfast buffet in Alexandria, Virginia, and they looked as unappetizing as could be.” However, the lead is dead on arrival. Further googling of the McDonald’s buffet with terrible grits in Alexandria turns up nothing.

I ask friends on Facebook. I ask Twitter. I get a lone response. Eden Robins messages me “It was in Decatur, IL,” as though she’s describing the site where aliens abducted her. “I’m a little relieved that I didn’t imagine the breakfast buffet since no one ever knows what the fuck I’m talking about when I bring it up.”

“We had traveled down there for a high school drama competition,” she goes on to say. “And one morning before the competition, we ate at a McDonald’s breakfast buffet. I had never seen anything like it before or since.”

I ask what was in the buffet, although I know the details alone will not sustain me. I want video to pore over so I can pause at specific frames, like a fast-food version of the Patterson–Gimlin Bigfoot footage. Robins says they served “scrambled eggs and pancakes and those hash brown tiles. I was a vegetarian at the time so no sausage or bacon, but those were there, too.”

McDonald’s isn’t the only chain with a buffet whose existence is hazy. Yum Brands, the overlord of fast-food holy trinity Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Pizza Hut, is said to have had buffets at all three restaurants. I confirm nothing, however, when I reach out to the corporate authorities. On the KFC side, a spokesperson offers to look into “some historical information,” but doesn’t get back to me. My contact at Taco Bell tells me, “I’ll look into it. Certainly, nothing in existence today. I’ve never heard of it. Looks like there are a couple threads on Reddit.”

Reddit, of course, speculates a possible Mandela Effect — the phenomenon of a group of unrelated people remembering a different event than what actually occurred — in the existence of Taco Bell buffets. But I have a firmer lead in Payel Patel, a doctor who studied at Johns Hopkins, who tells me there was a Taco Bell Express in her dorm that was included in an all-you-can-eat meal plan option, though it only lasted one fleeting year. “You could order anything, like 15 nachos and 11 bean burritos,” she says, “and they would make it and give it to you, and you walked off without paying a cent.” A Johns Hopkins student newsletter published in 2001 corroborates the existence of the utopian all-you-can-eat Taco Bell, saying, “you can also gorge yourself on some good old Taco Bell tacos and burritos. Don’t forget, it’s all-you-can-eat. Just don’t eat too much; you don’t want to overload the John.”

There are some concrete examples of fast-food buffets that still exist today. When a Krystal Buffet opened in Alabama in 2019, it was met with “excitement and disbelief,” according to the press release. Former New Orleans resident Wilson Koewing told me of a Popeye’s buffet that locals “speak of as if it is a myth.” When I dig deeper, I come across a local paper, NOLA Weekend, which covers “New Orleans Food, things to do, culture, and lifestyle.” It touts the Popeye’s buffet like a carnival barker, as though it is simply too incredible to believe: “The Only Popeye’s Buffet in the World! It’s right next door in Lafayette! Yes, that’s right: a Popeyes buffet. HERE.”

Somehow, the KFC buffet is the most enduring of the fast-food buffets still in existence. And yet everyone I speak with feels compelled to walk me through the paths and roads leading to such an oasis, as if, again, it were the stuff of legends. There are landmarks and there are mirages, and the mirages need maps most of all.

To get to the KFC buffet in Key Largo, Tiffany Aleman must first take us through “a small island town with one traffic light and one major highway that runs through it. There are the seafood buffets and bait shops, which give way to newfangled Starbucks.”

The buffet adds the feel of a hospital cafeteria, the people dining look close to death or knowingly waiting to die.

New Jerseyan D.F. Jester leads us past the local seafood place “that looks like the midnight buffet on a cruise ship has been transported 50 miles inland and plunked inside the dining area of a 1980s Ramada outside of Newark.”

Descriptions of the food are about what I would expect of a KFC buffet. Laura Camerer remembers the food in her college town in Morehead, Kentucky, as “all fried solid as rocks sitting under heat lamps, kind of gray and gristly.” Jester adds, “for all intents and purposes, this is a KFC. It looks like one, but sadder, more clinical. The buffet adds the feel of a hospital cafeteria, the people dining look close to death or knowingly waiting to die.”

Then Jessie Lovett Allen messages me. “There is [a] KFC in my hometown, and it is magical without a hint of sketch.” I must know more. First, she takes me down the winding path: “the closest larger city is Kearney, which is 100 miles away and only has 35K people, and Kearney is where you’ll find the closest Target, Panera, or Taco Bell. But to the North, South, or West, you have to drive hundreds of miles before you find a larger city. I tell you all of this because the extreme isolation is what gives our restaurants, even fast-food ones, an outsized psychological importance to daily life.”

The KFC Jessie mentions is in North Platte, Nebraska, and has nearly five stars on Yelp, an accomplishment worthy of a monument for any fast-food restaurant. On the non-corporate Facebook page for KFC North Platte, one of the hundreds of followers of the page comments, “BEST KFC IN THE COUNTRY.”

Allen describes the place as though she is recounting a corner of heaven. “They have fried apple pies that seem to come through a wormhole from a 1987 McDonalds. Pudding: Hot. Good. Layered cold pudding desserts. This one rotates. It might be chocolate, banana, cookies and cream. It has a graham cracker base, pudding, and whipped topping. Standard Cold Salad bar: Lettuce, salad veggies, macaroni salads, JELL-O salads. Other meats: chicken fried steak patties. Fried chicken gizzards. White Gravy, Chicken Noodle Casserole, Green Bean Casserole, Cornbread, Corn on the Cob, Chicken Pot Pie Casserole. AND most all the standard stuff on the normal KFC menu, which is nice because you can pick out a variety of chicken types or just have a few tablespoons of a side dish.”

In the end, the all-you-can-eat dream didn’t last, if it ever even existed.

Then she adds that the buffet “is also available TO GO, but there are rules. You get a large Styrofoam clamshell, a small Styrofoam clamshell, and a cup. You have to be able to close the Styrofoam. You are instructed that only beverages can go in cups, and when I asked about this, an employee tells me that customers have tried to shove chicken into the drink cups in the past.”

In the end, the all-you-can-eat dream didn’t last, if it ever even existed. The chains folded. The senior citizens keeping Ponderosa in business have died. My own parents reversed course after their buffet bender, trading in sundae stations for cans of SlimFast. Fast-food buffets retreated into an ethereal space. McDonald’s grew up with adult sandwiches like the Arch Deluxe. Wendy’s went on a wild rebound with the Baconator. Pizza Hut ripped out its jukeboxes, changed its logo, went off to the fast-food wars, and ain’t been the same since. Taco Bell is undergoing some kind of midlife crisis, hemorrhaging its entire menu of potatoes, among other beloved items. At least the KFC in North Platte has done good, though the novel coronavirus could change things.

In the age of COVID-19, the fast-food buffet feels like more of a dream than ever. How positively whimsical it would be to stand shoulder to shoulder, hovering over sneeze guards, sharing soup ladles to scoop an odd assortment of pudding, three grapes, a heap of rotini pasta, and a drumstick onto a plate. Maybe we can reach this place again. But to find it, we must follow the landmarks, searching our memory as the map.

MM Carrigan is a Baltimore-area writer and weirdo who enjoys staring directly into the sun. Their work has appeared in Lit Hub, The Rumpus, and PopMatters. They are the editor of Taco Bell Quarterly. Tweets @thesurfingpizza.

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A McDonald’s breakfast buffet. An all-you-can-eat Taco Bell. This isn’t the stuff dreams are made of, but a real yet short-lived phenomenon.

When we think of buffets, we tend to think of their 1980s and early ’90s heyday, when commercial jingles for Sizzler might have been confused with our national anthem. We think of Homer Simpson getting dragged out of the Frying Dutchman, “a beast more stomach than man.” I think of my parents going on buffet benders resembling something out of Hunter S. Thompson’s life, determined to get their money’s worth with two picky kids.

What we don’t typically think about, however, is the fast-food buffet, a blip so small on America’s food radar that it’s hard to prove it even existed. But it did. People swear that all-you-can-eat buffets could be found at Taco Bell, KFC, and even under the golden arches of McDonald’s.

That it could have existed isn’t surprising. The fast-food buffet was inevitable, the culmination of an arms race in maximizing caloric intake. It was the physical manifestation of the American id: endless biscuits, popcorn chicken, vats of nacho cheese and sketchy pudding — so much sketchy pudding. Why, then, have so many of us failed to remember it? How did it become a footnote, relegated to the backwoods of myths and legends? There are whispers of McDonald’s locations that have breakfast buffets. Was there, in fact, a Taco Bell buffet, or is it a figment of our collective imaginations? Yes, someone tells me — an all-you-can-eat Taco Bell existed in her dorm cafeteria. Another person suggests maybe we were just remembering the nachos section of the Wendy’s Superbar.

The fast-food buffet was inevitable, the culmination of an arms race in maximizing caloric intake.

The fast-food buffet lives in a strange sort of ether. You can’t get to it through the traditional path of remembering. Was there actually a Pizza Hut buffet in your hometown? Search your subconscious, sifting past the red cups that make the soda taste better, past the spiffy new CD jukebox, which has Garth Brooks’s Ropin’ the Wind and Paul McCartney’s All the Best under the neon lamps. Search deeper, and you might find your father going up for a third plate and something remaining of the “dessert pizzas” lodged in your subconscious. This is where the fast-food buffet exists.

The history of the buffet in America is a story of ingenuity and evolution. Sure, it originated in Europe, where it was a classy affair with artfully arranged salted fish, eggs, breads, and butter. The Swedish dazzled us with their smorgasbords at the 1939 World Fair. We can then trace the evolution of the buffet through Las Vegas, where the one-dollar Buckaroo Buffet kept gamblers in the casino. In the 1960s and 1970s, Chinese immigrant families found loopholes in racist immigration laws by establishing restaurants. They brought Chinese cooking catered to American tastes in endless plates of beef chow fun and egg rolls. By the 1980s, buffets ruled the landscape like family dynasties, with sister chains the Ponderosa and the Bonanza spreading the gospel of sneeze guards and steaks, sundae stations and salad bars along the interstates. From Shoney’s to Sizzler, from sea to shining sea, the buffet was a feast fit for kings, or a family of four.

And of course, fast-food restaurants wanted in on the action. As fast-food historian and author of Drive-Thru Dreams Adam Chandler put it, “every fast food place flirted with buffets at some point or another. McDonald’s absolutely did, as did most of the pizza chains with dine-in service. KFC still has a few stray buffets, as well as an illicit one called Claudia Sanders Dinner House, which was opened by Colonel Sanders’ wife after he was forbidden from opening a competing fried chicken business after selling the company. Wendy’s Super Bar was short-lived, but the salad bar lived on for decades.”

How something can be both gross and glorious is a particular duality of fast food, like the duality of man or something, only with nacho cheese and pasta sauce.

In a 1988 commercial for the Superbar, Dave Thomas says, “I’m an old-fashioned guy. I like it when families eat together.” A Wendy’s executive described the new business model as “taking us out of the fast-food business.” Everyone agrees the Wendy’s Supernar was glorious. And gross, everyone also agrees. How something can be both gross and glorious is a particular duality of fast food, like the duality of man or something, only with nacho cheese and pasta sauce.

“I kind of want to live in a ’90s Wendy’s,” Amy Barnes, a Tennessee-based writer, tells me in between preparing for virtual learning with her teenagers. The Superbar sat in the lobby, with stations lined up like train carts. First, there was the Garden Spot, which “no one cared about,” a traditional salad bar with a tub of chocolate pudding at its helm, “which always had streams of salad dressing and shredded cheese floating on top.” Next up was the Pasta Pasta section, with “noodles, alfredo and tomato sauce…[as well as] garlic bread made from the repurposed hamburger buns with butter and garlic smeared on them.” Obviously, the crown jewel of the Superbar was the Mexican Fiesta, with its “vats of ground beef, nacho cheese, sour cream.” The Fiesta shared custody of additional toppings with the salad bar. It was $2.99 for the dining experience.

Santa Claus. The Easter Bunny. The McDonald’s Breakfast Buffet.

The marriage of Wendy’s and the Superbar lasted about a decade before it was phased out in all locations by 1998. Like a jilted ex-lover, the official Wendy’s Story on the website makes zero mention of Superbar, despite the countless blogs, YouTube videos, and podcasts devoted to remembering it. At least they kept the salad bar together until the mid-2000s for the sake of the children.

Santa Claus. The Easter Bunny. The McDonald’s Breakfast Buffet. Googling the existence of such a thing only returns results of people questioning the existence of this McMuffin Mecca on subforums and Reddit. Somebody knows somebody who passed one once on the highway. A stray Yelp review of the Kiss My Grits food truck in Seattle offers a lead: “I have to say, I recall the first time I ever saw grits, they were at a McDonald’s breakfast buffet in Alexandria, Virginia, and they looked as unappetizing as could be.” However, the lead is dead on arrival. Further googling of the McDonald’s buffet with terrible grits in Alexandria turns up nothing.

I ask friends on Facebook. I ask Twitter. I get a lone response. Eden Robins messages me “It was in Decatur, IL,” as though she’s describing the site where aliens abducted her. “I’m a little relieved that I didn’t imagine the breakfast buffet since no one ever knows what the fuck I’m talking about when I bring it up.”

“We had traveled down there for a high school drama competition,” she goes on to say. “And one morning before the competition, we ate at a McDonald’s breakfast buffet. I had never seen anything like it before or since.”

I ask what was in the buffet, although I know the details alone will not sustain me. I want video to pore over so I can pause at specific frames, like a fast-food version of the Patterson–Gimlin Bigfoot footage. Robins says they served “scrambled eggs and pancakes and those hash brown tiles. I was a vegetarian at the time so no sausage or bacon, but those were there, too.”

McDonald’s isn’t the only chain with a buffet whose existence is hazy. Yum Brands, the overlord of fast-food holy trinity Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Pizza Hut, is said to have had buffets at all three restaurants. I confirm nothing, however, when I reach out to the corporate authorities. On the KFC side, a spokesperson offers to look into “some historical information,” but doesn’t get back to me. My contact at Taco Bell tells me, “I’ll look into it. Certainly, nothing in existence today. I’ve never heard of it. Looks like there are a couple threads on Reddit.”

Reddit, of course, speculates a possible Mandela Effect — the phenomenon of a group of unrelated people remembering a different event than what actually occurred — in the existence of Taco Bell buffets. But I have a firmer lead in Payel Patel, a doctor who studied at Johns Hopkins, who tells me there was a Taco Bell Express in her dorm that was included in an all-you-can-eat meal plan option, though it only lasted one fleeting year. “You could order anything, like 15 nachos and 11 bean burritos,” she says, “and they would make it and give it to you, and you walked off without paying a cent.” A Johns Hopkins student newsletter published in 2001 corroborates the existence of the utopian all-you-can-eat Taco Bell, saying, “you can also gorge yourself on some good old Taco Bell tacos and burritos. Don’t forget, it’s all-you-can-eat. Just don’t eat too much; you don’t want to overload the John.”

There are some concrete examples of fast-food buffets that still exist today. When a Krystal Buffet opened in Alabama in 2019, it was met with “excitement and disbelief,” according to the press release. Former New Orleans resident Wilson Koewing told me of a Popeye’s buffet that locals “speak of as if it is a myth.” When I dig deeper, I come across a local paper, NOLA Weekend, which covers “New Orleans Food, things to do, culture, and lifestyle.” It touts the Popeye’s buffet like a carnival barker, as though it is simply too incredible to believe: “The Only Popeye’s Buffet in the World! It’s right next door in Lafayette! Yes, that’s right: a Popeyes buffet. HERE.”

Somehow, the KFC buffet is the most enduring of the fast-food buffets still in existence. And yet everyone I speak with feels compelled to walk me through the paths and roads leading to such an oasis, as if, again, it were the stuff of legends. There are landmarks and there are mirages, and the mirages need maps most of all.

To get to the KFC buffet in Key Largo, Tiffany Aleman must first take us through “a small island town with one traffic light and one major highway that runs through it. There are the seafood buffets and bait shops, which give way to newfangled Starbucks.”

The buffet adds the feel of a hospital cafeteria, the people dining look close to death or knowingly waiting to die.

New Jerseyan D.F. Jester leads us past the local seafood place “that looks like the midnight buffet on a cruise ship has been transported 50 miles inland and plunked inside the dining area of a 1980s Ramada outside of Newark.”

Descriptions of the food are about what I would expect of a KFC buffet. Laura Camerer remembers the food in her college town in Morehead, Kentucky, as “all fried solid as rocks sitting under heat lamps, kind of gray and gristly.” Jester adds, “for all intents and purposes, this is a KFC. It looks like one, but sadder, more clinical. The buffet adds the feel of a hospital cafeteria, the people dining look close to death or knowingly waiting to die.”

Then Jessie Lovett Allen messages me. “There is [a] KFC in my hometown, and it is magical without a hint of sketch.” I must know more. First, she takes me down the winding path: “the closest larger city is Kearney, which is 100 miles away and only has 35K people, and Kearney is where you’ll find the closest Target, Panera, or Taco Bell. But to the North, South, or West, you have to drive hundreds of miles before you find a larger city. I tell you all of this because the extreme isolation is what gives our restaurants, even fast-food ones, an outsized psychological importance to daily life.”

The KFC Jessie mentions is in North Platte, Nebraska, and has nearly five stars on Yelp, an accomplishment worthy of a monument for any fast-food restaurant. On the non-corporate Facebook page for KFC North Platte, one of the hundreds of followers of the page comments, “BEST KFC IN THE COUNTRY.”

Allen describes the place as though she is recounting a corner of heaven. “They have fried apple pies that seem to come through a wormhole from a 1987 McDonalds. Pudding: Hot. Good. Layered cold pudding desserts. This one rotates. It might be chocolate, banana, cookies and cream. It has a graham cracker base, pudding, and whipped topping. Standard Cold Salad bar: Lettuce, salad veggies, macaroni salads, JELL-O salads. Other meats: chicken fried steak patties. Fried chicken gizzards. White Gravy, Chicken Noodle Casserole, Green Bean Casserole, Cornbread, Corn on the Cob, Chicken Pot Pie Casserole. AND most all the standard stuff on the normal KFC menu, which is nice because you can pick out a variety of chicken types or just have a few tablespoons of a side dish.”

In the end, the all-you-can-eat dream didn’t last, if it ever even existed.

Then she adds that the buffet “is also available TO GO, but there are rules. You get a large Styrofoam clamshell, a small Styrofoam clamshell, and a cup. You have to be able to close the Styrofoam. You are instructed that only beverages can go in cups, and when I asked about this, an employee tells me that customers have tried to shove chicken into the drink cups in the past.”

In the end, the all-you-can-eat dream didn’t last, if it ever even existed. The chains folded. The senior citizens keeping Ponderosa in business have died. My own parents reversed course after their buffet bender, trading in sundae stations for cans of SlimFast. Fast-food buffets retreated into an ethereal space. McDonald’s grew up with adult sandwiches like the Arch Deluxe. Wendy’s went on a wild rebound with the Baconator. Pizza Hut ripped out its jukeboxes, changed its logo, went off to the fast-food wars, and ain’t been the same since. Taco Bell is undergoing some kind of midlife crisis, hemorrhaging its entire menu of potatoes, among other beloved items. At least the KFC in North Platte has done good, though the novel coronavirus could change things.

In the age of COVID-19, the fast-food buffet feels like more of a dream than ever. How positively whimsical it would be to stand shoulder to shoulder, hovering over sneeze guards, sharing soup ladles to scoop an odd assortment of pudding, three grapes, a heap of rotini pasta, and a drumstick onto a plate. Maybe we can reach this place again. But to find it, we must follow the landmarks, searching our memory as the map.

MM Carrigan is a Baltimore-area writer and weirdo who enjoys staring directly into the sun. Their work has appeared in Lit Hub, The Rumpus, and PopMatters. They are the editor of Taco Bell Quarterly. Tweets @thesurfingpizza.

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Character Intro: Apólafsi (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Smiling God by the people of Olympius

Babe by his wife

Daddy by his daughter

Age- 36 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- He's very easy going, idealistic, & loyal to his values and to those who are important to him. He's also friendly with a playful spontaneous spark. He's married.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of enjoyment his other powers/abilities include limited photokinesis, excitement inducement, pleasure inducement, circus mastery, limited alcokinesis (alcohol manipulation), palletakinesis (paint manipulation), and balloon generation/manipulation.

Apólafsi lives in a large house (as part of a gated community) in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus with his family- his wife Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness) and daughter Paidia (goddess of play & amusement). They own a plethora of pets- rabbits, yorkshire terriers, a bird, & a pegasus (the latter belonging to his daughter). He's excited about the the upcoming addition, an english mastiff. Apólafsi even has an idea for a name- Boomer. He maintains the grass by mowing the lawn, clearing out the gutters, and cleaning the backyard pool.

He starts his day early with a jog through the neighborhood before returning home to make breakfast for his family. Before work, he'll also stop at the gym for a quick 30 minute workout.

Apólafsi has a few tattoos- a smiley face (dedicated to his wife) on his shoulder blade, a bunch of tiger lilies on his chest, and a bunch of may belles (lily of the valley) on his left ankle.

His PB & J pancakes are a specialty for breakfast- his daughter being a HUGE fan of them. He also makes eggs (sunny side up), hash browns, bacon, sausage links, cheesy grits, & cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal.

A go-to drink for him his white wine. He also likes vodka tonics, mineral water, orange juice, coconut water, scotch on the rocks, champagne, whiskey sours, iced tea, and beer. Usuals from The Roasted Bean is a large decaf coffee (with plenty of cream) & an olympian sized coconut banana splash. There's also the homemade pineapple mango smoothies he makes that he likes.

Apólafsi is a hands on and dedicated husband & father. He adores Eudaimonia and Paidia. He often says that his wife's smile is able to brighten the darkest depths of Tartarus. Apólafsi sets up a relaxing bubble bath for his wife when she gets home from work and he always gives her a foot massage. They make it a point to have date night every week.

His favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the chicken bacon ranch sandwich with a caesar salad (with extra ranch dressing & croutons).

He and his daughter Paidia have a close relationship. Apólafsi is more often to pick her up from school. He doesn't mind engaging in activities with her- like jumping rope, hopscotch, playing video games & board games, and doing tea parties. He considers himself a pro when it comes to doing his daughter's hair, even expertly laying down her baby hairs!

His favorite frozen treat is banana cream pie ice cream with a drizzle of caramel.

Apólafsi's primary business/source of income is being a professional photographer. His photography studio is located downtown. He primarily shoots family portraits and events- like birthdays, christenings, anniversaries, family reunions, weddings, holidays, & concerts. Apólafsi is also good friends with his assistant that works for him, a cyclops named Emeric. He also freelances as a clown for kids' birthday parties- his stage name being Wobbles McWiggles. It's more for fun than money. For other means of income Apólafsi models for/endorses monsieur provocateur and Sharp & Suave. There's a latest billboard of him in the Chant du Cygne neighborhood modeling the designer male underwear brand that's garnering a lot of attention.

He's fluent in Cypriot.

Apólafsi was part of the design and construction for the biggest indoor amusement park located in the Mall of Olympius.

A guilty pleasure for him is an order of olympian sized onion rings with ten chicken tenders (with spicy ranch dipping sauce) from Olympic Chef.

In the pantheon Apólafsi is friends with Hydros (god of water), several river gods like Achelous (god of freshwater), Kópros (god of manure & excrement), Aegle (goddess of good health), Triptomelus (god of farming), Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), Trochilus (god of the mill wheel), Záchari (god of confectionery), Aplistos (god of avarice), Favian (god of philosophy), Ktesios (god of the household), Anatole (goddess of sunrise), Matikós (god of performance), Pathos (god of emotion), Hesperis (goddess of the evening & sunset), Elpis (goddess of hope), Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity), Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought), and Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck).

He tries to get Kópros to come out of his shell more. A few weeks ago they both went to a burlesque show in the city. It was pretty humorous seeing Kópros blush.

His favorite desserts are his wife's peach cobbler and banana pudding.

Apólafsi loves traveling! With his family they've been to Achaea several times, the highlight of their trip being the Achaean Beignet Festival. There are plans for future vacations to Shimmering Tail Island, Mykonos, & Santorini.

He enjoyed his "bros trip" to Lemnos with Epimetheus, Matikós, Priapus, and Daemon where they sand surfed along the sand dunes.

Apólafsi and Achelous once went to the Tidal nightclub where they drunkenly performed karaoke.

In his free time he enjoys spending time with his family, surfing, football (soccer), golf, tennis, basketball, cooking, sunbathing, bowling, reading, playing pool, swimming, mountain climbing, poker, dancing, going to the cinema, and hanging out with friends.

His all time favorite meal is roasted chicken, baked mac n' cheese, & rice with gravy.

"We learn best in the moments of enjoyment."

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Cooking From Scratch | PCC Community Markets

Breakfast

Stir-Fried Cabbage w Fried Eggs

Whole Grains, Nuts, and Seeds Granola

Rhubarb-Cardamom Muffins

Heavenly Scones

Potato and Egg Baskets

Berry Cobbler Overnight Oatmeal

Baked Dutch Baby Pancakes

Cornmeal Pancakes/Quick Mixed Berry Syrus

Cheesy Egg Boats

Warm Grapefruit w Honey and Ginger

Carrot Wheat Waffles

Chilaquiles

Hash Primer | Sweet Potato Hash

Soups and Stews

Tiger Mountain Turkey Chili

Spring Pea Soup

Butternut Squash-Apple Soup

Egyptian Red Lentil Soup

Spicy Pork and Sweet Potato Stew

Lentil and White Bean Stew

Broccoli, Lemon, and Parmesan Soup

Asparagus Vichyssoise

Cauliflower-Cheddar Soup

Chowder Primer | Tarragon Corn Chowder

Salads

Grilled Corn Salad w Goat Cheese

Apple, Bok Choy, and Carrot Slaw

California Potato Salad

Blueberry-Nectarine Caprese Salad

Roasted Cherry, Chorizo and Orzo Salad

Spiced Squash Salad w Lentils and Goat Cheese

Emerald City Salad

Endive Salad w Bacon, Blue Cheese, and Pears

Citrus Beet Slaw

Walnut-Beet Salad

Kale and Quinoa Salad w Lemon-Garlic Dressing

Hearty Greens Caesar (w Chard and Kale) | Caesar Dressing

Peach and Pickled Onion Salad w Brown Rice

Perfect Protein Salad w Spelt, Chickpeas, Cucumber, Carrot, Pepper

Preserved Lemon and Anchovies w Fennel | Quick Pickled Lemons

Artichoke and Greens Salad

Shredded Seasonal Vegetables w Lime-Peanut Dressing (Som Tum)

Vinaigrette Primer

Cara Cara and Blood Orange Salad w Sweet Chili-Sesame Vinaigrette

Main Courses

Spice-Rubbed Grilled Pork Chops

Fennel and Basil Lasagna

Slow-Roasted Salmon

Pomegranate Molasses Grilled Chicken

Curried Lentil and Mango Wraps

Steph’s Tofu

Roasted Leg of Lamb Stuffed w Herbs and Garlic

Grass-Fed Prime Rib

Dry-Brined Roast Turkey

Halibut w Ginger-Rhubarb Sauce

Beef and Bean Enchiladas

Spicy Chicken Thighs

Marinades Primer | Basic, Italian, Mexican, Japanese, Jordanian

Sesame-Ginger London Broil

Side Dishes

Asparagus w White Beans and Hazelnuts

Edamame and Chickpeas w Tahini Dressing

Roasted Cauliflower and Kohlrabi w Lemon-Tahini Sauce

Pan-Roasted Sweet Potatoes w Cranberries and Pecans

Roasted Brussels Sprouts Caesar

Summertime Fritters

Roasted Cumin Carrots

Oven-Roasted Caponata

Emmer Farro w Tangerines and Persimmons

Smoked Mozzarella Pasta Salad

Sherried Leek and Chanterelle Gravy

Stuffing Primer | Cornbread, Wild Rice, Rye Bread, Sougdough, Quinoa

Easy Week-Night Meals

Chicken Piccata Salad w Grilled Lemons

Spicy Tofu and Spelt

Seared Scallops w Arugula Pesto

Italian Sausages w Roasted Grapes

Burrito Bowls

Chicken Potpie w Dill Buttermilk Biscuits

Quinoa Enchilada Bake

Linguine w Asparagus and Peas

Asparagus Ravioli Salad

Shrimp and Grits

Creamy Winter Squash Fettuccine

Chicken Quesadillas w Apple Salsa

Egg Korma

Thai Steak Salad

Stir-Fry Primer | Pork, Tofu, Flank Steak, Shrimp, Chicken

Garlicky Green Beans and Shrimp

Snack & Apps

Grilled Plum and Nectarine Salsa

Roasted Cherry Tomatoes

Fresh Fava Bean Hummus

Roasted Red Pepper and Walnut Spread (Muhammara)

Cornmeal, Parmesan, and Thyme Crackers

Avocado Toast w Goat Cheese and Radishes

Nut and Honey Clusters

Mango and Avocado Fresh Rolls

Crostini w Goat Cheese and Rhubarb-Thyme Jam

Feta and Sun-Dried Tomato Spread

Spicy Herb-Roasted Nuts

Lentil and Walnut Pâté

Roasted Sweet Potato Dip

Spicy Peanut Popcorn

Energy Bar Primer | Oats, Spelt, Rice, Rye

Drinks

Cold Brew Coffee

Hibiscus Tea Concentrate

Sparkling Blueberry Lemonade

Mango Lassi

Honeydew-Lemongrass Agua Fresca

Pineapple-Buttermilk Smoothie

Mexican Hot Chocolate (Champurrado)

Zesty Fall Cider

Golden Milk

Ginger-Cranberry Kombucha Mimosa

Kimchi Bloody Mary

Orange-Kümmel Cocktail

Sangria Primer | Rosé, Lillet, Cointreau, Viognier, Riesling, Lambrusco, Prosecco, Rioja, Blanca

Desserts

Avocado Brownies

Cherry-Balsamic Upside-Down Cake

Flourless Chocolate Crinkles

Finnish Buttermilk Cake

Hibiscus Lemon Bars

Flourless Peanut Butter-Oatmeal Cookies

Roasted Rhubarb and Strawberries

Vegan Gingersnaps

Salted Caramel Pumpkin Cheesecake

Plum Hand Pies

Crisps & Crumbles Primer | Rhubarb, Mangoes, Sour Cherries, Apricots, Nectarines, Raspberries, Sweet Potatoes, Pears, Cranberries, Bananas

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SURFIN’  ‘CUE - S - A

  Every so often I’ll search Memphis barbecue images online to see what’s out there. My latest excursion found this photo, and a name I wasn’t familiar with.

    By the picture, it was an old Loeb’s, in one of their trademark convenience store/laundromat/barbecue shop developments of the 1960s. This one was across from Graceland, and is long gone.  So, it was off to the Central Library for another dive into the Loeb’s chain and its aftermath.    The Graceland Loeb’s (3795 Elvis Presley Boulevard) first appears in the 1974 phone book, toward the end of the Loeb’s barbecue run. It’s still a Loeb’s in the 1976 city directory, but there is also a Hickory Log on Knight Arnold.

    A year later, the city directory reflects the change of  the Loeb’s to Hickory Log, as Loeb’s is beginning to move out of the barbecue business.

    Bonnie Burnett and Steve Marion continue to be listed as the owners or managers of the Hickory Log shops through to the 1979 city directory, but Marion has branched out into a new business.

    A digression: The Hickory House listed on North Graham is also an old Loeb’s, and part of the Lois Pit Bar-B-Q story that I put up here a few years back. And the Tasty Burger Inn on McLemore, just down from Stax, has also been discussed here.

    Alphonia Alexander, who ran the Tasty Burger Inn, later moved into a former Loeb’s on E.H. Crump. I didn’t eat any of his barbecue, but his burgers were as advertised. Last year I found a revived Tasty Burger Inn on Brooks Road.

The owner said he acquired the name and recipes from Mr. Alexander. Still a tasty burger. A guy at an adjacent table said it was the second-best hamburger in the city. I asked him what the best one was, and he said it was the one he just ate. Some serious fans.      Anyway, my camera died on me in the 1979 city directory, so it’s narrative from here on out. By 1981, the EPB Hickory Log had a new manager, Kathy Burnett (don’t know if she was related to Bonnie Burnett; the city directories had no addresses listed for either Burnett or Steve Marion) and the Knight Arnold Hickory Log had morphed into the Hickory Chip. Both were gone after another year. By 1982, Steve Marion continued in the doughnut business, and had added a bar – Steve’s Place, on North White Station in a Loeb’s complex, next door to the old Loeb’s ‘cue shop at 793 N. White Station – and was also listed with Tiny’s Family Restaurant on Winchester (another Tiny’s was at 3465 Cazassa, in – yes – a former Loeb’s barbecue restaurant. Lacking any information to look for Steve Marion or Bonnie Burnett, I didn’t look past 1982.

TWO BIGS

   Earlier this month I finally walked the Big River Crossing, and it’s simply terrific. The distance suits me just fine, and the views are spectacular. Yes, you’ll probably have a freight train or two pass by less than 10 feet away, but it’s over soon enough. The power of the barge tow was more impressive. It passed beneath me at a deceptively fast pace.    So, having worked up an appetite, I decided to visit a new restaurant in an old ghost pit –

    It is one of the former Neely’s that were run by the TV Neelys, and the new owners (among them the Central BBQ folks) have done a great job transforming the place on Jefferson. It’s a night-and-day difference literally, with the front windows (actually, a garage door) letting sunlight finally come inside.

   The menu is varied, to say the least, with such things as breakfast tacos and an Asian rice bowl that is apparently quite popular, plus pancakes and an omelet. They also have a long list of biscuit “sammies.”    I’m pretty much a traditional breakfast person – not into breakfast sandwiches and definitely not “sammies” – and the menu serves up tradition as “the kitchen sink.” It’s one of about every option you would find on a regular breakfast menu – eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, hash browns the size of the dinner plate they come on, and a biscuit. I couldn’t finish it; the sausage and hash browns, which I never order if I don’t have to, were too much. It was OK, but I have two or three other places I like better, and for less $$. Coffee is self-serve, and good. And good for them for opening at 5 a.m.   The best part of the visit came as I crossed the parking lot to my car. I saw a guy working on the old barbecue pit,

so I went over to see what was going on. Turns out, it’s pits, as I saw a second one on the back that I didn’t know was there. The pits are gas-fired.  He was cleaning them out, and didn’t know what the plans might be for them. 

ANOTHER YEAR

   Thank you to everyone who has found this site and deemed it worthy of following. May your holiday and new year be filled with peace and joy. Two of our food traditions – Dino’s ravs and gravy and a Showboat Barbecue smoked turkey—are in the house.    Merry Christmas from the GPC home office (David Barrett, I’m still waiting to hear from you).

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