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jean-kayak · 3 years

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Anon Request: One of my favorite quotes for love is: “A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. I can vouch cuz my Dad fell in love with my Mom’s cooking when they first met. I got this cute thought of Bakugo, Mirio, Hawks, and Dabi with a black!gf that lets them try some of her cooking. I’d love to see their reactions to tasting baked mac n cheese, cornbread or pound cake, and pork chops! 🤤

A/N: Completely unrelated but related, but my grandma makes a mean lemon pound cake lmao

💥 This man's already knows how to cook, but you gotta show him the southern side of cooking lmao

💥 You probably have to force your way into the kitchen too, like hip check him out the way

💥 He'll stand in the corner in the kitchen with his arms cross and a scowl on his face like a kid 🙄

💥 You obviously have to pull out all the stops to give his taste buds the ride of their life

💥 The kitchen is covered in different dishes, but you don't let the sink stock up because you always clean after you're done with it

💥 Once the aroma of the different foods hit the air, you see him start to open up a bit more lmao

💥 He'll come up behind you to look over your shoulder. "What're you making?"

💥 And then you'll have to push him away and tell him he has to wait until it's finished

💥 When you finish, the dining table is covered in food

💥 Green beans, sweet potatoes, mac and cheese, rice and gravy, cornbread

💥 Mans is floored

💥 You make him a plate, setting it in front of him as you happily dig into your food

💥 EATS EVERYTHING YOU MADE

☀️ You usually cook for him, but since he had a stressful week at work, you decided to make him a big dinner

💥 You barely get enough food to make a second plate

💥 Now he'll let you stay in the kitchen 🙄

☀️He walks into the kitchen to see food all over the stove, some of it on the counter

☀️ He comes home to the best smell he's ever smelled in the world, his mouth starting to water almost immediately

☀️"Welcome home," you greet sweetly, turning to meet him with a plate in your hands

☀️"What's all this?" he asks, giving you a kiss before he looks around to look at the different foods

☀️"I could tell work was stressing you out, so I decided to cook something different."

☀️You guide him to sit down, setting the plate in front of him before handing him a fork, and he doesn't wait to dig in

☀️You know he loves it because he's quiet, practically swallowing the food, and you have to tell him to slow down and breathe

☀️"This is amazing, sunshine. Thank you." He raises his eyebrows when he sees you coming back with something else for him to eat

☀️"You have to have room for dessert," you say, knowing that his hero work makes his appetite insatiable

☀️You set down for famous pound cake, cutting him a big slice before sliding it over to him

☀️He releases a loud moan when he takes the first bite, and he eats half the cake before he's finally had his fill

☀️He sits back in the chair, pulling you into his lap. "I think I just fell in love with you all over again."

🐥You tired of just eating chicken

☀️You snort as you roll your eyes. "All because I made you food?"

☀️"Amazing food. And you know they say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

🐥You weren't sure when Keigo was gonna be home, so you decided to start dinner early anyway, knowing you were going to be cooking a lot

🐥You love chicken, but you really wanted something else, sure you had a variety of what you could with chicken, but you were starting to run out of options

🐥The kitchen is filled with different smells as you dance around the kitchen, music blasting from the speaker

🐥"What smells so good?"

🐥You nearly drop the hot pan that you've pulled out of the oven as you scream, practically leaping off the ground. "Keigo, what the hell."

🐥He gives you a smug apology as you set the pan on the stove, and he wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder

🐥"I'm making something other than chicken," you say as you check to make sure the mac and cheese is cooked through

🐥"But I like chicken." "I know." You scoop out some of the mac and cheese, blowing on it to cool it down before you guide it over to him

🐥He hesitantly opens his mouth, and you watch him as he chews, and you smile widely when his eyes go wide

🐥"You like?" And he nods his head quickly, and you have to stop him from test tasting everything you made

🐥You're glad that he enjoyed the porkchops, finally hooking him on some new meat

🔵This man stay coming in and out of your apartment

🐥He that the most along with the mac and cheese, and you had to force him to eat the green beans to balance out the meat and the starch, which he also eats in large amounts

🐥After that he's basically moved on from chicken, only asking for the porkchops, so now you find another meat eat

🔵So, you don't really expect for him to come over, so like any sane person does when they're hungry, you throw down

🔵Sometimes you see him every day, and then you're seeing him every other week, only getting radio silence

🔵Literally, the kitchen was covered in food, and you were very satisfied and proud of yourself, getting ready to enjoy all this food

🔵Of course, this is when he decides to show his ass up 🤦🏽‍♀️

🔵"You cooked for me?"

🔵"Boy, hell no. This is all for me," you say, moving his hand away from your food

🔵"C'mon, baby, don't be like that." You roll your eyes before you hand him a piece of your cornbread, going back to replace it

🔵"Damn. This is good as fuck," he says around the bread and you scoff

🔵"Well, duh, I made it."

🔵You throw a plate in front of him to stop him from pestering you about wanting some more

🔵Literally eats all your food, barely leaving anything for you and you almost throw him out

🔵Starts showing up a lot more after you introduce him to a different palate 🤚🏽

🔵Claims it's because he misses you, but you know it's because it's the only place he can get good food

#bakugou headcanons #mirio heacanons #hawks headcanons #dabi headcanons #bakugou x black!reader #mirio x black!reader #hawks x black!reader #dabi x black!reader #bnha x black!reader #mha x black!reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

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lilfellasblog · 4 years

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Anniversary Fluff

Summary: This is pure, tooth-rotting fluff that's placed within the Healing Broken Wings universe but can be read as a standalone fluff fic! I put this together to mark the 1-year anniversary of Healing Broken Wings being posted. I also learned literally TODAY that HBW and Thomas posting on Vine for the first time share the same anniversary date?!

This fic was directed by a fictive introject (an alter in a Dissociative Identity Disorder system that is based on a fictional character in the outer world). Specifically, this fictive introject is Virgil from Healing Broken Wings. I hope you love this sweetie. <3

There are no warnings. There is no angst. This is pure fluff. I know, I can't believe it either. But it's true!

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience.

TW: None whatsoever.

Word Count: 2131

AO3 here!

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Virgil groaned as he woke to the sound of a loud bird that decided it needed to scream at the sun directly outside his window specifically. He swore upon looking at his alarm clock, which read Sat. 8:48 AM.

Only Logan gets up this early on a weekend. Virgil smiled to himself as an image of Logan’s sharp face entered his mind. The promise of getting to see his cute boyfriends was enough motivation to roll out of bed and expose his eyes to dreaded sunlight. He tamed his hair just enough to be presentable and threw on some black eyeshadow just below his eyes, then threw on his usual outfit, taking a moment to appreciate the soft weight of his hoodie. He balled a little of it up in each hand and pulled it around himself lightly, allowing himself the small indulgence.

Finally, he ventured out into the kitchen. Patton was making griddled pancakes with a frittata and bacon, Logan was sipping on coffee while reading the newspaper, and Roman was setting the table.

Roman saw Virgil first and beamed. “My lovely raven!! You look simply ravishing today!”

Virgil felt his cheeks get splotchy. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I know!”

Virgil snorted and hugged Roman, who hugged back firmly.

“Breaky is ready!!”

Roman and Virgil pulled apart and went to their chairs. Virgil raised an eyebrow at Logan, who had a soft smile on his face.

“Apologies Virgil. I simply agree with Roman.”

Virgil booped Logan’s nose with Crofter’s jam in retaliation, to which Logan just blinked widely.

Patton giggled at their antics. “Should I kiss it better Lolo?”

Logan met Patton’s gaze evenly. “I would not be opposed.”

Patton kissed Logan for a few moments before returning to serving breakfast. He wiped at his nose and laughed.

“Looks like we both got jam on our noses! I wonder how that happened?”

“I have a hypothesis.”

Virgil smiled at his boyfriends’ antics before he dug into his meal. Roman was gesturing widely, talking about how Thomas would be going to a Broadway play later that night and had all the lyrics memorized, so why wouldn't he sing along with the cast and crew? Virgil had to hide his smile in his food while Logan listed off the many reasons that would be a very bad idea.

When breakfast was over, Virgil volunteered to stay behind and help clean up. As Roman was leaving the kitchen, he embraced Virgil in a side hug and kissed his cheek.

"I'll see you later, my love" Roman said lowly while Virgil blushed and Patton cooed. Virgil walked over to the sink, grinning. Patton was sending him knowing looks, which Virgil pretended not to see.

While Patton was focused on a particularly stubborn bit of burnt egg, Virgil swung his hips over and bumped the side of Patton's hips with his. Patton mischievously side-eyed Virgil and retaliated. Eventually, they were both bumping each other's hips back and forth almost constantly, giggling uncontrollably.

Virgil looked into the sink. "Have we done any dishes?"

"Nope!" Patton chirped. This made them both start giggling again.

They calmed down and went back to washing the dishes. Just as they were about to finish up, Patton bumped Virgil's hip again.

"Hey cupcake! Wanna help me make cupcakes?"

Virgil tilted his head down a bit, staring into Patton's eyes. "That sounds great, cupcake."

Patton blushed prettily and giggled, flicking some suds at Virgil. Virgil huffed and flicked them right back.

Once they wrapped up dishes and wiped down the kitchen, Patton got out the stand mixer and ingredients. Virgil raised his eyebrow at the Crofters raspberry jam.

"You'll see!" Patton sing-songed.

Virgil helped by preheating the oven, buttering the sides of the muffin tin, and putting in cupcake holders while Patton did the rest. When Virgil turned around, Patton booped his nose with chocolate cupcake batter. Virgil wrinkled his nose.

"Awwwwwww you look just like a little bunny rabbit!!" Patton squealed. Virgil laughed and wiped the batter off the tip of his nose, tasting it.

"It tastes really good already Pat."

"Thanks cupcake!"

"...are you going to call me that all day?"

"Do you mind?"

A sigh. "Nooo…"

Patton put the cupcakes in the oven, set a timer, and turned back to Virgil.

"Whaddya wanna do while these bake?"

Virgil shifted. "Hmmmmm…"

"Want a hug?"

Virgil nodded gratefully and was pulled into a gentle, loving hug. Patton's warmth enveloped him, and he could smell both chocolate and vanilla. Patton swayed them back and forth gently, and Virgil had to hide his eyes in Patton's shoulder, feeling all of his love for the sweet man bubbling up in his chest.

Patton gently pulled away. "There you go. Wanna go cuddle?" he asked quietly.

Virgil nodded, and they headed to the couch. Patton snuggled against his chest and Virgil nuzzled his hair, rumbling.

Patton giggled. "My little kitty cat!"

Virgil just smiled. "All yours."

The two men soaked up each other's presence, floating on a cloud of happiness and comfort. Virgil breathed in vanilla, while Patton inhaled lavender. They both jumped when the timer for the cupcakes went off.

Patton took the cupcakes out of the oven and started dolloping strawberry jam and mascarpone on some shortbread cookies.

"Oh, that's not for the cupcakes?"

"No it is! I'm just making Logan a little snack! A little snack for my snack!"

Virgil groaned but chuckled. It was tax season, and that meant another large responsibility on Logan's shoulders. Virgil spied a bit of jam that had somehow made it to Patton's cheek, and kissed it off. Patton turned sparkling eyes to Virgil.

Virgil smirked. "You had some jam on your cheek."

"And you had to kiss it off, hm?"

"How could I resist?"

Patton's ears turned red as he giggled. "Mind taking this up to Logie Bear? I'm gonna try to get these cupcakes on a cooling rack."

"Sure."

When Logan opened the door, he looked frazzled and a few hairs were out of place. However, he relaxed and smiled a soft smile when he saw Virgil. He opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw the cookies with Crofters jam he let out an actual whimper.

Virgil snorted. "I'll give you two some alone time."

Logan gratefully took the cookies with a sheepish look about him. "Thank you Virgil."

"Patton made them, I'm just the messenger."

Logan's gaze turned dark. "I'll be sure to thank both of you later."

Virgil smiled shyly and ducked his head. Logan huffed in amusement.

"I'll see you later darling. Thank you again."

"Yeah, no problem."

With a last smile, Logan disappeared back into his room. Virgil made his way downstairs and walked in just as Patton was setting the last chocolate cupcake on the cooling rack.

"Need any more help? Logan really liked the cookies."

Patton beamed. "That's great!! And I think I'm okay for now! Just need to let these little fellas cool off completely and then we can start the next step!"

Virgil was intrigued, but he trusted Patton to make anything delicious. He thought back to Remy and Saul, who used to struggle with boxed mac and cheese.

"Hey Pat? You good if I go hang out with Remy and Saul for a bit?"

"Go right ahead sweetie! Just let me know if you'll be here for supper! I'm making a pork ballotine with roasted veggies and a beet and goat cheese salad!"

"I'm gonna be here for dinner."

"Awwwww you're too sweet!!" Patton said as he kissed the tip of Virgil's nose. "Go have fun with your dads!"

Virgil sent him a two-finger before he sank down. When he appeared in the Neutral Side, he found Saul and Remy throwing shredded cheese at each other. They stopped long enough to look at him before bursting into laughter.

"Sorry sugar! We are trying to cook!" Remy said through his cackling.

"...I'm so confused."

That just made the two Neutral Sides start laughing again. Virgil shook his head fondly at the two.

"What made you stop down here little one?" Sail asked, still grinning.

Virgil shrugged. "I might've missed you guys or whatever."

"Awwwwwww babes!!" Remy exclaimed as he launched himself towards Virgil. "You can always visit us whenever you want!"

Virgil stumbled but hugged Remy back. "I know, just was thinking of you today."

Remy gave him a final squeeze before letting him go. "It's time for a manicure anyways! Your nails are crying out for help."

"So are your cuticles."

"Excuse you."

Virgil snickered while Remy flicked tea water at him. Remy summoned the items needed, and all three Sides sat down at the table.

"Alright, let's get our fingers soaking." Remy poured scented water into bowls. They chatted idly for a few minutes before Remy removed his hands and started cleaning up his cuticles.

"Always put on your own oxygen mask first."

Once he was done, he worked on Saul's nails next, and finally moved into Virgil's.

"I know Saul's a basic bitch and only wants a clear coat-"

"Love you too bae."

"-but I'm assuming I raised you better?"

Virgil snorted. "Yeah, I-" he thought for a moment. "Do you have dark blue nail polish with glitter in it?"

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After watching trashy reality television for a few hours while being cuddled by his surrogate fathers, Virgil appeared back in the Light Side. His mouth watered when he smelled the aroma wafting in from the kitchen. He could hear giggling and kissing, so he cleared his throat loudly before entering.

Roman and Patton were both blushing and smiling.

"Did I interrupt something?" Virgil teased.

"It's okay sweetie, dinner's just about ready anyways! Just don't come in Roman's room without knocking later!"

It was Virgil's turn to blush as Patton continued. "What did you and your dads get up to?"

"Oh, we just did our nails and watched some television."

“Nails?!” Patton whispered, vibrating in his spot.

Virgil chuckled. “Come on over Pat.”

Patton bounded over and looked at Virgil’s nails in awe. “They’re so pretty!!”

Virgil’s face grew hot. “Thanks Pat.” He heard footsteps behind him.

“Indeed they are! Remy did a wonderful job!” Roman declared.

“Ooooooo Logie!! Look at Virgil’s nails!!”

Logan appraised Virgil’s nails with raised eyebrows. Logan had visible tension in his forehead, but had a small smile on his face.

“They are quite lovely, my dear.”

Virgil ducked his head. “Yeah, I know you’ve been super stressed lately and I know you like space, so…” he trailed off, unsure of how to continue his sentence, and just gestured wordlessly.

Logan understood. “That is so thoughtful Virgil,” he said somewhat thickly. “I love you.”

Virgil felt his eyes sting. “I love you too Lo.”

They were staring into each other’s eyes, heat building between them, when the timer went off, causing them both to startle.

“Sorry fellas! Veggies are done!”

Everyone sat down at the table and was drooling over the feast laid before them. Even Roman ate in silence for a few minutes before starting up the conversation. Just before everyone finished, Patton brought out chocolate cupcakes filled with raspberry jam and topped with a white chocolate and dark chocolate ganache swirl. Once they were all stuffed beyond capacity and Patton decided it wouldn’t hurt the dishes to soak overnight, Patton and Roman went up to Roman’s room.

Logan turned to Virgil and smiled. “Would you like to watch Planet Earth?”

Virgil agreed, and soon they were watching field mice do what they do best. Virgil and Logan were holding each other on the couch with a blanket thrown over their legs. Virgil was rumbling intermittently, loving the scent of Logan and loving being held against a firm yet comfortable chest. Logan’s arms around him made him feel so loved and so safe he could cry. He loved having his arms around Logan, knowing that with Logan in his arms he could protect him. And it helps that Logan’s sexy as hell too.

After a few episodes, thanks in large part to the massive meal Patton had put out, Virgil began dozing off. Logan roused him with a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Darling, we’ll feel better in the morning if we sleep in a proper bed.”

Virgil grumbled but followed Logan to the bedroom, only changing into sweatpants and leaving his t-shirt on. He crawled under the covers while he waited for Logan to finish brushing his teeth. Logan got into bed next to a very sleepy Virgil, mint on his breath. Virgil immediately reached out to hold Logan and rest his head on his nerd’s chest. He felt a puff of air on the top of his head and nuzzled against the man beneath him as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

#sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fluff #lamp/calm #lamp/calm fanfic

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hartigays · 4 years

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tag game: 50 Qs

i was tagged by: @yogurtfordinner thank u bby mwah 💜

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black and it has no handle because i threw it across the room once when i was mad at my hair and i still haven’t gotten a new one. it’s been 5 years. this is just who i am

2. name a food you never eat: meatloaf and pork chops are the big ones, the texture and taste are both abhorrent

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? i’m always way too fucking warm i run so gd hot and it’s awful

4. what were you doing 45 mins ago? eating lol

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? heath bars go so fucking hard (reese’s cups are my favorites but idk if those count as a candy bar)

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? yup! baseball, football, hockey, and soccer (i hate sports but i like game food and tailgating)

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “that stupid bitch kellyanne conway got covid lol”

8. what is your favorite ice cream? neapolitan!

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? yeah it’s cute and has my favorite lil keychains on it

11. what is the last thing you ate? mac n cheese and a pulled pork sandwich 🤤

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no i haven’t bought new clothes in over a year, not counting the tshirts i got at walmart recently to sleep in lmao

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? i never watch sports but the last event i attended was an atlanta united game last summer, although i was so fucking smashed from the tailgate i don’t remember much of the game lol

13. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? just regular popcorn? i don’t like kettle corn, caramel corn is okay tho

14. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my sister

15. ever been camping? yeah my dad used to take me and my sister camping all the time growing up, both at campsites and just randomly in the woods somewhere

16. do you take vitamins? nope i never remember to

17. do you regularly attend a place of worship? nope

18. do you have a tan? yeah a risidual tan from when i went to the beach at the end of july

19. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? i don’t have a preference it literally just depends on what i’m in the mood for

20. do you drink your soda through a straw? back when we could go to restaurants i exclusively used straws but i don’t now that i eat everything at home since i can use my own cups (putting my mouth directly on restaurant cups even before pandemic was just 🤢 to me)

21. what color socks do you usually wear? whichever ones are clean, but most of my socks are heavily patterned bc i own like 400 pairs of marvel socks since i get some in my stocking every christmas

22. do you ever drive above the speed limit? lol i live in georgia so yes i drive like i’m in a nascar race

23. what terrifies you? the dark, centipedes, cockroaches, catfish, heights, and depths (like deep ocean, it’s horrifying)

24. look to your left, what do you see? my dog’s giant bucket of toys that he has bc he’s a spoiled little shit

25. what chore do you hate most? folding laundry

26. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? chris hemsworth lmao

27. what’s your favorite soda? dr. pepper

28. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? if you sit down inside a fast food restaurant (even before pandemic) i will assume you are a serial killer

29. what’s your favorite number? 16

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my parents

31. favorite cut of beef? i don’t know why this question confuses me so much but it does so i’m skipping it thank u for coming to my ted talk

32. last song you listened to? like that bitch by flo milli

33. last book you read? i reread the outsiders for the 500th time at the beginning of quarantine

34. favorite day of the week? saturday

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? no i cannot i’m too adhd for that i get lost

36. how do you like your coffee? it depends where i get it from but when i make it at home i just take it with one sugar and a variable amount of cream (i just eyeball it), usually iced

37. favorite pair of shoes? my puma sandals

38. time you normally get up? well currently i’m not in grad school and i don’t have a job so honestly? i’m up whenever i’m up, usually around 10:30-11:00

39. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

40. how many blankets on your bed? right now none because i’m washing my bedding but usually i have like 3 (not counting my comforter or sheets)

41. describe your kitchen plates. they are white and ceramic (maybe? idk what things are made of)

42. describe your kitchen at the moment. covered in cases of beer bc my parents just stocked up on their favorite festive fall beers

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? tequila shots with salt and lime, or vodka cranberries

44. do you play cards? no

45. what color is your car? black

47. can you change a tire? no but given how many times i’ve had to call AAA to change one for me i should’ve learned by now lmao

48. your favorite country? spain

49. favorite job you’ve had? chemistry teaching assistant in uni 🥺 i miss it and my students so much

50. i’m tagging: @thursday-knight @dracula-incarnate @teenytinierlion @bisexual-cupcake @hennwilson @passivenovember @sunsetsalex @grabmyboner @stevefuckingharrington

#sorry if you’ve been tagged before!#thanks again for the tag bby 😌#tag game #long post

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toddlazarski · 4 years

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The Best Bites of 2019

Shepherd Express

2019. The year before, hopefully. The prologue to 2020’s change, maybe. God or Kali or whomever you wish to charge with these sorts of responsibilities, willing. The end of the beginning of the end of discord, the endless fire, the storms and dread, the corruption of soul we’ve all learned to live with over the past few years that feel like a lifetime.

In Milwaukee, 2019 was the year we were rewarded the Democratic National Convention, and the year we immediately tried to grapple with how we would handle hosting the Democratic National Convention. It was the year, as if we were Austin, as if we were Portland, as if we were ourselves a plucky place of progressivism and forward-thinking, our very own food truck park opened. And, at the same time, it was the year it became impossible to log onto any social media without being inundated by hems and haws and shouting-at-cloud mewls that the city suddenly had legal electric scooters on the street. It was the year Syrian civil war refugees opened a Mitchell Street gem of kefta and baba ghanoush and good nature at the most destination-worthy restaurant in town. And it was the year a racially-charged acid attack occurred against a Latino man entering a southside taqueria. It was the year Sherman Phoenix rose, literally, out of the ashes of the 2016 Sherman Park riots. An opening that barely preceded Milwaukee becoming the first city to name racism a public health crisis.

For me, calorically, it was also a calendar stretch of one step up and one back. It was a time of too many fancy burgers, of swearing off fancy burgers, and then reading about The Diplomat’s Diplomac, and then the Birch & Butcher happy hour special, and then the other one with the ampersand (Glass & Griddle). It was the time of swearing off meat entirely, tempering that to limiting meat, trying to go “Impossible” meat, then realizing my daughter had never been to Sobelman’s. A frigid Monday, empty dining room, impossibly cheery waitress and a jalapeno and three cheese-smashed double patty was all that it took to fall back off the wagon. Or is it on the wagon? Either way, it was also the summer that felt like I spent half of, at least, inside a car with intermittently functioning AC, pit-sweating, contemplating which tiny to-go plastic container of bright green or dark red or burnt orange sauce to douse on yet another pastor taco. I ate at every taco truck in the city in ‘19, or tried, or got close, maybe. Out of curiosity. Out of assignment. But as much so out of moral obligation, as some kind of personal corrector to the current tenor of division, of strife, of unease. And as a reminder of comfort, of the spicy, dangerous, gaseous whiff of hope.

Here are some of the other ways I’ll remember ‘19.

13. Italian Beef - Rosati’s

I grew up in the hyper-regionally-specific sandwich heaven of Buffalo, NY. There a “beef on weck” order from near any corner bar or grocer or butcher will yield a horseradish-spiked roast beef stack piled within a crusty German baker concoction known as a kimmelweck—a roll topped with caraway seeds and coarse salt grains of the likes you might use on your sidewalk in February. Whether it’s a little bit drippy or dry, it will likely singe sinuses, bloviate with beefiness, finish with unnecessary and addictively enjoyable sodium-ness. Everywhere that isn’t there, you can find Western New York ex-pats gathered in some corner of some bar, Bills hatted, commiserating, whispering of favorites from places with foreign-sounding names like Schwabl’s, bemoaning the wonder of why it’s so hard. But there’s a difference between hard and unknown.

Here, Chicago’s Italian beef is another simple, but under-served regional sandwich delicacy. Offering even an apt representation of the au-jus-dripping bombs that can be found on every other corner in our big city neighbor to the south would be itself somehow singular. Rosati’s is a Chicago chain that serves just such a purpose.

Of course, aesthetically or on paper, there’s not much list-worthy about a soaked Italian hoagie roll, barely holding it’s earthy contents, leaking greasy debris all over wax paper like it was an old Saab who’s main attribute was character. But then you get closer: it’s a living sandwich form of a closeup on an Arby’s commercial, with infinite folds of beef wedged like an overfull linen closet, so bursting with folded towels you’re afraid to open the door. The thin rug of plasticky, half-melted mozz is optional. Though the glossy, shimmering hot giardiniera should be mandatory, with its oil-slickening and bright, peppy pickled punch.

But this is still a package of lizard brain enjoyment, of Ditka-esque machismo, with an essence and soul that is all two-fisted, garclicky pigout. It’s the perfect brown meal when you’ve had too many, when it’s too cold, when football is on, when it is followed by a slice of either thin or deep dish—both also apt Chicago representations here. Enjoy life and don’t be ashamed. You can love an Italian beef and still, later, after you swallow, sing along to “the Bears still suck.”

12. Sloppy Johnny - Boo Boo’s

A 6-buck price tag and a name that harkens cafeteria appetites and Adam Sandler jams doesn’t really inspire notions of much other than a nostalgic budget lunch.

But then you see one on the table in front of you, alongside the inspired rotating roster of obscure hot sauce bottles, and ideally next to a steaming bowl of creamy onion-cheddar soup. The sandwich, which derives from a New York City bodega specialty known as a chopped cheese, comes in a fresh-baked, beautiful baguette—crusty outside, pillowy inside—which houses barely visible meat, all the scrags seductively tucked under blankety rivulets of piping white cheddar and pickled peppers and rumors of mushrooms. While I used to come to this address for whiz-spattered ribeye, the Johnny is a bit perplexing in its polish. It is fat guy food all cleaned up, as button-down and put-together a presentation of chopped beef indulgence as might exist in town.

Giving the flat-topped package a second to cool off is the only challenge. Along with the lack of alcohol to wash it down, or assuage said wait. But there seems to be no other shortcomings to the lunch, or anything about the quirky, aggressively friendly spot that replaced and immediately made us all forget the Walker’s Point Philly Way. The sister biz of nextdoor Soup Brothers, Boo Boo’s shows the Milwaukee Soup Nazi’s comfort food flavor rigor and peculiar touch extends neatly to the realm of sandwiches.

11. Carbonara - Zarletti

It’s hard to balance summer in Milwaukee. There’s an at-once need to makeup for six months of living in a place where it hurts your lungs to breath natural air with an overwhelming roster of stuff to do. Of stuff to do outside. One solution might be doing something of calendar noteworthiness with a level of relaxed removal. For me I’ve found an annual tradition of attending Bastille Days’ nighttime 5K. Yet instead of stretching and putting on too-short shorts, I park myself at a table on Milwaukee Street, sip a Negroni, spoon roasted lamb and perperonata onto charry bread, and await a big, hearty pasta while watching the more ambitious sweatily charge toward a finish line and away from their true appetites.

Zarletti’s sidewalk cafe on a summer night can feel very European, very sophisticated, well-heeled. But the carbonara is at it’s core quite basic. Yes, it is the embodiment of those aspects of Roman food anyone recently back from the Old Country will annoy listeners with: simplicity, freshness. Egg, Pecorino Romano, garlic, onion. Here too there is a vomitorium-like abundance of sauteed pancetta. And a reminder of how that perfect deep bowl of al dente can somehow hit all the comfort points of all the different life epochs: childhood mac n’ cheesiness, first apartment spaghetti nights, that trip to Italy. And now, in the night’s growing darkness and fanfare, it’s a special new tradition to feel apart from the race, and part of a different one—finishing every last salty morsel of piggy meat before my stomach says to stop.

10. Tacos de carbon, desebrada, chorizo, pescado - El Tsunami

I’m not entirely sure the silky, sour creamy, Serrano-based light green emulsified salsa found about so many southside taquerias is homemade—such is the ubiquity. And, at this point in our relationship, I’ve gone too far to ask. So, I will continue to happily, ignorantly, scoop and spurt over every possible meatstuff served between National and the Airport, from 35th to the Lake.

Of these, the fare at El Tsunami holds a special sort of siren song sway, pulling me past La Canoa, away from my beloved Chicken Palace. In fact, of the two locations of Tsunami, this is the one without alcohol. And the fact it is still somehow preferred should be all the endorsement necessary. The petite counter-focused diner always feels like a happier, spicier Edward Hopper vision, especially with snow falling and cozy smoke plumes billowing about from the flattop that seems to be always full of approaching-happy meat.

In taco form, an order of carbon yields smoky, charcoal-forward, tiny-diced and juice-spurting nodules. The desebrada is a chocolatey, shreddy deep-stewed beef, with the depth and earthiness of the kind of thing grandma might cook when it’s cold out, when she hasn’t seen you in a while, when she got up real early, even by her standards, to start. The chorizo balances salty, greasy, satisfying pork bombast with foodie subtlety—what is that? Cinnamon? The pescado makes fish fries seem benign, lacking abundantly in tortillas and salsa.

There are other routes—the diablo sauce, a color only seen in dangerously fast and tiny sports cars, is a special coat for any fish dish. But it is the tacos, cilantro-y and satisfying, that remain the supreme vessel for green salsa dousing. And, either way, I’m leaving with some to go: a few containers of verde, just enough to carry a little Tsunami with me back home, to the fridge, enough to pull me through the far too many non-taqueria meals of life.

9. Any pizza - San Giorgio

Maybe it’s because I’m not a car guy, and get no thrill from “peeking under the hood,” and not enough of a cook to have much interest in “seeing how the sausage is made,” but I’ve never cared a great deal about the concept of “open kitchen.” They wear aprons, can handle industrial-grade pans, are comfortable working close to a flame—I get it.

But then I found myself for the first time at San Giorgio’s “pizza bar,” contemplating how beautiful a concept, how perfect a term, when I heard one pizzaiolo, upset about peel placement or arugula quantity or something or another say to the other, “I’ll kill you.” Huh, I thought. They really care.

While few inside the scene seem to put any stock in the VPN certification (the official delegation delineating true Neopolitan style pizza, regulating everything from oven type, to temp, to how much your dough balls must weigh—yes, it’s a bit ridiculous, and, yes, it’s a cost), all aspects of the pizza pedigree of San Giorgio show just such immense, aggressive, sure, threatening, pursuit of craft. In the Sopranos sense of the word, all ingredients, all dishes, seem to be worthy of respect.

Try the Quattro Formaggi, a delightfully oily meld of mozz, provola, fontina, and gorgonzola. Or the San Giorgio, bright with arugula and fennel, salty with crispy pancetta, topped, almost unnecessarily, somehow cohesively, with a sunny side egg. Pay plenty of appropriate focus on anything featuring San Marzano tomato carnage. As a gravy it goes well with anything from basil to spicy soppersata. As Instagrammable goopage, it is bright and popping, with no need of a filter, reminiscent of all things you picture of Italy in your mind.

It all still ties back to the beating heart. And by that, I mean the 900 degree Stefano Ferraro oven, hand-crafted, of course, in Italy. It is a muscular, room-dominating hulk, a ravishing blue-tiled beauty, fire-kissing, turning doughiness halfway to toast, letting the Maillard Effect do its enzyme action work, warming, blackening, making a messy marriage of tomato and cheese. Airy corpuscles form around the crust edge, yielding heartening bites of carb char. It is quick cooking, piping hot delivery for all satisfaction points. What pizza was for us as children, pizza can be for us again, here, downtown on a classy wine-soaked date night or pre-Giannis show.

On subsequent visits I’ve found myself, while pulling away the first slice, lifting the edge and checking the undercarriage to admire the cooking and note the sweet char. Each pizza pattern is unique from the last, like the spots on a Jaguar. So, maybe I am into looking under the hood afterall.

8. Burger - Foxfire

The last thing anyone needs from the internet is another burger list. Or even a list with burgers on them, ranked, in some kind of personal application of rules and regulations that strives toward objectivity, scientific method, a justification of juiciness pontificating.

Yet, in 2019 arriving on a listicle is the only validation. And the burger at Foxfire, served Thursday’s out of the back of Hawthorne Coffee, deserves to make listicles that aren’t even covering burgers. So, while Palomino griddles the best sit-down double-digit-dollar burger in town, and Kopp’s remains the heavyweight of gluttonous eat-in-your-car, American Graffitti old-school comfort and mouthfeel joy, Foxfire strikes the perfect balance between craft and simple. The double patty package is reasonably affordable, is cooked basically to temp, is coated with unfussy American cheese. But the availability is limited, enticingly so. It is topped with only pickle and onion. But the counter is suggestively stacked with esoteric hot sauces. It is what to have for workday lunch, generally, in a coffee shop. But the meat crust and luscious give are worthy of foodie discourse, elevated terms like elevated. The duality in a microcosm: the fries here are reminiscent of the stringy, crispy spuds found at McDonald’s; but they can be topped with little-seen Aleppo pepper.

My grandfather used to say that it is impossible to declare a “best,” that such distinction has to be qualified. He lived in the innocent era before internet lists. And, unfortunately, before being able to try the burger at Foxfire.

7. Chicken 65 and Garlic Naan - Cafe India

My wife often jokes that I only want to eat food in taco form. And they say all good jokes are based in truth. So it came in handy that my natural instinct for bread-as-vessel kicked in when, aggressively, irresponsibly, I ordered my Chicken 65 “extra hot” at the Bay View Cafe India. Within two fork bites it became clear something, anything, more than water, was needed to extinguish, to buffer, to assuage boiling buds. Garlic naan was handy, was originally used like a starchy tongue sponge, and then, somehow inspired, I packaged all subsequent chicken bites within the cozy, garlicky, craggy confines of the bendable bread. Thus my version of Indian tacos was born. Built out of necessity, maintained out of deliciousness.

The Chicken 65 has long been my Indian deep-menu go-to. Huge-bite, deep-fried chunks of tender boneless chicken, bathing in fiery, oily, red-orange stew chocked with hunks of pepper and onion and curry leaf. With its shimmering finish and intense afterburn, it’s a dish that often feels like a turmeric-laced Southern Indian version of Nashville chicken.

Apparently nobody really knows where the dish name came from—some claim the number just refers to the birth year. Others, to either the number of chile peppers or the number of pieces of chicken. It doesn’t matter, historians likely have just had too difficult a time stopping eating, or slurping water, or fanning the mouth. But now at least we all have documentation of the dawn of the Chicken 65 taco.

6. Chicken Shawarma, Kufta Kabob Sandwich - Pita Palace

Sometimes go-to’s are made by convenience, sometime laziness, maybe it's economics, every now and then it just comes from plain exceptional, ceaseless taste, of the kind you never tire of, week after week, appetite after appetite. When I became Iucky enough to stumble into a house purchase a pita toss from this sprawling Layton Ave chateau of Mediterranean comfort food, the “go-to” calculus began to spin endlessly, like a slowly turning vertical rotisserie.

From hummus to arayes to lentil soup, all of the counter service spot’s dishes ring true. But it’s the sandwich section that brings me back, never wears out, with cheap, voluminous meat torpedos nestled inside tender, stretchy shrak bread. They are made of tight, but ambitious construction, braced by pickle buttons, onion and tomato wedges. The chicken yields variable cubes and scrags of spitted meat, some crisp, some soft, velvety garlic sauce making the bundle swim, sing. Or there is the kufta kabob, two skewers-worth of beefy, grainy-textured links, slicked with creamy tahini, the whole deal rife with mint, parsley, sumac, and the kind of otherworldliness that you watch Bourdain for a taste of. Kick either up with a side of the piercing, pungent Thai chile garlic sauce, a sauce with a confrontationally acidic spice profile, a flavor reminiscent of little else at all, just this side of a manageable amount of mother-in-law spleen.

It’s the kind of place you spot from the air on approaches back to General Mitchell, a giant red neon glow of ‘Welcome Home;’ the kind of place your realtor might not mention, but you find it and know your property values will sustain, that it will also salve rote Mondays of yawns and kitchen ennui for years to come. It’s the kind of place you are endlessly happy to live near by, for when you don’t know what to cook, or, really, even when you do.

5. Xiao Long Bao Dumplings - Momo Mee

“Eat with care” the menu warns, an enticing challenge, like something you might find on a waiver from a restaurant you learned of from “Man vs. Food.” To me it reminds of an internet-learning wormhole of food blogs and Youtubes on where to find the Shanghai delicacy in a back alley shop in Chicago’s Chinatown. And then, more challengingly, more importantly, how to actually eat a dumpling filled with soup. As an experienced Xiao Long Bao taster—twice—I can state the process is mostly so: Put a drop of soy sauce in your soup spoon, lift the dumpling from the top, place in the spoon, nibble a tiny hole in the top as a steam valve, slurp some broth out, and then, when the temp feels right, shoot it like an oyster. Then you sit back and feel worldly, self-satisfied, sated.

But as long as you don’t puncture and spurt, or, really, as long as you “eat with care,” you are bound to end up happy, letting umami zest and warm salty pork wedges in hand-crafted dough baste the tongue. The disparity of eating this, here, in the base level of a building seemingly still warm from the factory, hits with the arrival of the steaming bamboo basket. Or, really, with the Schezuan wontons, or the Cantonese claypots—anything you can order amidst the plasticizing Walker’s Point condo sprawl. As the neighborhood loses its soul, it’s character, one more hastily constructed Millennial molehill at a time, Momo Mee more than holds the line.

4. Alambre - La Flamita

Certainly one of the buzziest events in town this winter would have to be a recent Ash Kitchen takeover, featuring James Beard-nominated Minnesota chef Jorge Guzman. The spot, an open hearth concept from Dan Jacobs and Dan Van Rite, is the new restaurant of the Iron Horse Hotel. The event spotlighted Mexican street food. Yes, at one of the priciest hotels in town. Black beans were $6; rice, a cool $5. And while probably delicious, probably well-intentioned, it sounds a bit like paying Fiserv prices to see a really great high school team: gimmicky at best, condescending at worst, and to any that spend time contemplating what and how we eat, a bit puzzling. If you want taco truck fare, why don’t you go to an actual taco truck?

That very same Sunday night anyone with the hankering could have taken a short cruise west, on National, and subjected their appetites to La Flamita’s weekly special of one-buck pastor tacos. Cut by a big man with a large knife, direct from the trompo—one of the few of the Lebanese-rooted vertical spits in town—greasy, salty, piggy turns of earthiness are spiked by pineapple hunks, upped by arbol salsa that pokes through each bite like it has something to prove. Or, even better, it being Sunday and a day of fun after all, you could have an alambre. Mix your pastor with asada and with chorizo and with gooping, melting queso, the whole thing congealing into a warm, grandmotherly embrace of a taco mix mash, everything punctuated by peppers and onions. Plopped on top is a steaming baked potato, because they want you to be happy, full.

It is the ideal meal for someone who can’t decide, yes, but also who wants it all, who won’t settle, who wants to soar, like Costanza on the wings of Pastrami, to an Epicurean taste fete of grease and meat sweat pleasure. But you can also stay comfortably on the street, barely 12 bucks in the hole, with leftovers certainly, alone in the car, beyond judging eyes or the formalities of waiters, to ponder life and appetite decisions, and wonder how many more you have room for.

3. Tlayuda - La Costena

If you have little kids you probably go to the Domes 300 times or so per year, or so it seems; and because it’s there, you probably go to Honeydip Donuts across the street maybe just a few times less. Heading south then, passing La Costena and it’s beckoning redness, the HGTV optics of an A-frame mini house-cum-taco truck is refreshing, promising in its cutesiness, alluring if only for the hope of something different.

And different it is. Start with a pastor, my personal barometer of a taqueria’s worth. So often simple scraps of salted pink pork do the trick, but here it is decidedly less piggy, moister, deeper, somehow more seasoned and cheffy. Or try the asada, a 100-level taco order, but here redolent of butcher freshness, liberal salt, flattop love. Really you can tell from “hola,” by the friendliness, by the slowness, by the perfectly-quoted wait times from the counter man: Costena may well be the premier taco truck in town.

Then, working your way through the menu, you get here, to a Mexican pizza, a NYC-slice-consistency, corn-shelled ship of salty flavor. The tlayuda is basically begging for you to take a picture, posturing with the bright allure of the flag of our neighbors to the south, popping with the reds of tomato and chipotle salsa, the greens of lettuce, avocado, the whites of queso, svelty sour cream, it all kept grounded by a swab of creamy refrieds, topped by a generous smattering of your carne of choice. Objectively, that choice should be chorizo, the grease-running ground sausage bits so rife with garlic, so equally charry and wet, that it makes any other kind of meat cover seem a bit tepid, a bit too-healthy.

And sometimes this is how traditions are born, out of a need to get a little person out of the house, out of a desire to let them sleep off dreams of cacti and sausage fruit trees from Namibia in the backseat while dad sates creeping hunger and insoluble curiosity. Such is the joy of family, when you realize even proximity to Sobelman’s, to Oscar’s, can be beat, by this, a whole new world of car-meal, of pizza-esque joy, of something different. Long live the Domes.

2. Brisket Burger, Hot Chicken Sandwich, Pimento Cheese, Cheese Curds - Palomino

It’s hard to keep track: Where are we all now on Palomino? Are we still mad they raised prices? Disappointed that it’s less bar and more restaurant? Stuck in a provincial mode that makes us yearn for cheap frozen tots and Bingo? Are we upset that they took a look in the mirror, didn’t coast, made an effort, and made their food much, much, much better? Or have we all just kind of forgotten it?

Maybe I shouldn’t question. Just appreciate the fact I can walk in on a Friday night at 8, find whatever table I want, or a spot at the bar, and order any one or combo of my favorite things to eat in Milwaukee.

There’s no better way to ruin an appetite and a doctor’s wishes than starting a feast with the curds. Elongated oblong bricks of a battered, sheeny shell, barely housing liquefying magma ooze, seem to get almost transported from fryer to wherever I’m sitting and leaning forward. Such is the temperature, the still oil-shimmering, post-bath promise. Stretchy and rich, airy and crispy, endlessly goopy, it’s a snack only matched in Southern-leaning decadence by the pimento cheese. This is piquant-popped velvetiness, the dream of what grown-up grilled cheese can embody, when plopped atop the accompanying charred toast.

It takes will, recklessness, irresponsibility to keep going at this point. The hot chicken thigh, barely saddled inside a buttery brioche, is helped by two things: greasy slicks of mayo and house hot sauce aid gullet passage; also the heft is constructed so that if you put it down, it might fall apart. One must push forth, in delicious punishment. Then there is the brisket burger. No other burger in town is so good at avoiding overtopping, overhyping, overpricing, a balance of kitchen art and pleasure. Like it is no big deal: fresh ground meat, American cheese, onion, pickle, silky mayo-y special sauce. Here is what it would feel like if you could sit down at a Bay View bar and eat a Kopp’s masterpiece sided by an IPA on a chill Friday night, where you can also remember your growth-spurt 16-year-old appetite, even while pushing 40.

If there were ever a case to be made for it being OK to find a rut, to never stray or explore, to find your caloric Cheers and never think about going anywhere else, Palomino would lead my argument.

1. Bahn Mi - Pho Hai Tuyet

There’s rarely a person that borrows my phone that doesn’t make the comment, the note: “You have a Pho Hai Tuyet app?” It’s there, near the front, proudly prominent, a bit out of place near Lyft and Instagram because it’s a by-the-airport dive in a converted fast food shack with endless out-of-commission fish tanks, and, for some reason, a stage. It is also known, has garnered a bit of a cult following for a fat guy sandwich of near-perfection. Or, it was, actually.

Pho hai shuttered quietly, but inevitably, to anyone who’s been recently, sometime between this past spring and the future of our discontent. Still there was shock to those of us who thought the sandwich would always be there: the big French baguette bed, crispy, succulent pork scrags, garlicky mayo, heaps of cilantro, crispy jalapeno punches.

To write about it hurts, like a eulogy, where you need to remember the bad and mix it with the strange to paint a picture. As it happens I have a friend who informed me that, once, while eating inside, he could hear something audibly scampering in the ceiling panels. Out of loyalty, out of sandwich-love, I practiced willful ignorance. I have another friend, a writer sort, who sports a Pho Hai polo shirt in his author bio pic. It seems like some sort of hipster ironicism, unless you know how much he loves—loved—the sandwich. And, really, what are we but not physical manifestations of our past meals and meal memories? A collection of those calories and reminisces.

Even as we look ahead, to more eating, to big city, big event pedigree, to maybe ending the national embarrassment, to 2020, to a promise of new vision, as we yearn for responsibility and reason, to, well, to... who knows? Whatever happens, whatever is next, I will never delete my Pho Hai Tuyet app.

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She was out doing a supplies run to Lestallum and though she knew the garage was in good hands with Ravus and paws with Lexus, Cindy still felt an unease in being away. But her job would not halt, even for a day reserved for lovers, regardless if the pair weren't really into the holiday. Regardless she would leave a note upon the kitchen counter for when he returned from one of his patrols, something reminiscent of the letters they shared as children.

It drives me crazy to leave you boys like this, but I know you’ll behave yourselves. I understand this day is supposed to be a special one, but I also know neither of us are really into it. Besides, you've made each day extraordinary. I mean you already know I'm nuts ( and bolts ) about you, but let me write it out just in case… I love you, Ravus. Today, yesterday, and all the days after. I'll be home soon, darlin'.

Oh, and could ya meet me in the diner? I was going to fix up a little something for us when I get back! 💛

And as he ventures to the Pitstop with Lexus pulling up the rear almost excitedly as keen nose catches the smells coming from within, sure enough the aroma of food would hit him as well. The sight within could be considered quite awe inspiring; a veritable banquet running along the length of the counter bar, probably three difference kinds of mac and cheese, whiskey smoked pulled pork, naturally a few different variations of fries, and even some grilled fish and lightly steamed vegetables, overall a wonderful mix of down home and gourmet.

In but a moment there’s a faint humming coming from the kitchen and sure enough out comes Cindy, not donning her work attire or sporting a few streaks of oil upon her skin but in a bright, flowery sundress with her hair in a few loose braids twisted to a sidebun. There might be a couple little puffs of flour on her cheeks however the culprit for that would be the strawberry shortcake she just finished.

“ Happy Valentine’s Day, Hun! ” Cindy beams as she places the cake upon the counter then steps from behind it to properly greet him with a kiss. “ Oh an’ don’t worry about overindulgin', I’m sure we can burn off any extra calories later~.”

V-Day 2.0 || @topmechaniic

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Once he had returned from his patrols and taken some time to shower and take a seat upon the sofa, Ravus found the letter that had been left for him. He’d been expecting of her to do a supply run soon, so it hadn’t been alarming for her presence to be absent. Still, the gesture was appreciated and he smiled as he read it, scritching behind Lexus’ ears as he did so.

“Why do I have a feeling your mother is plotting something?” he asked the coeurl with a slight chuckle, then placed the note aside, one one of the side tables for safe-keeping.

When he spotted the truck’s headlights in route to the diner, he took a few moments to tidy the main rooms, also giving her some time to compile whatever she had in store. He didn’t want to seem too eager, after all. Finally, he tugged on a sweater and beckoned Lexus to his side so they could meet up with her, as requested.

As soon as Ravus opened the door, the smell of food touched his nose and he hummed in approval. Whatever she was preparing smelled absolutely fantastic! He was drawn to a pause, though, seeing the literal banquet of dishes set out! There was so much, and such a variety! He also saw a number of things he had never even had before.

“What is all this?” he asked with a light laugh, somewhat taken aback. As she approached, he hugged her closely and smirked at the remark. “You’ve outdone yourself. Mm, thank you. I have full intentions of indulging. Even if I gain several pounds in doing so.” Everything he’d tasted that she’d made had been amazing, and he had no doubts this would be anything less! Now if he could only figure out where to start.

#topmechaniic #(You've Been The Only Thing That's Right :: topmechaniic)#Verse; World of Ruin #(He's gonna be in a food coma for days. LOL)#(Asks; “That will be quite enough!”)

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It's Tag Time!

Rules: Tag people you want to know more about!

Tagged by: @aspiring-to-be-a-cat thanks babe ( ˘ ³˘) im so sorry this took so long orz

Were you named after anyone?

Well, i was named after some french actress named Anouk Aimee. The name is very popular in the Netherlands but not so much Canada 😢

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday actually. I was sitting outside (bad idea it was hella cold) talking on the phone when i started talking about atlantic cod and i dont remember what the joke was but it was so funny i made myself cry from laughing too much

Do you like your handwriting?

Hmm it's ok i think.. Its gotten neater over the last few years so thats good. And it's readable so bonus points ✌Dont even get me started on cursive tho... I learned it maybe 2x a week for a month in gr4 and then it was taken out of the curriculum so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s your favorite lunch meat?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAMM !!!!!!!!! Im just a sliced ham sorta gal

Do you have kids?

Well i certainly hope not! ;D nah im barely an adult anyways. But kids love me for some reason tho

If you were a different person, would you be friends with you?

Idk tbh. I would hope so. If we were i would pray to literally anything that other me could cook so they could teach me their ways. My family? Great cooks, etc. Me? Not so much. Anyways we would both enjoy memes and singing to disney movies and mamma mia and dreaming of sleeping forever (and riding the bull ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Do you use sarcasm?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Do you still have your tonsils?

Indeed

Would you bungee jump?

See i think it would be cool but i wouldnt actually go through with it. Unless i was blindfolded. Blindfolded means i cant see myself fall to my death

What’s your favorite cereal?

I just eat cheerios with raspberries;; although when i was younger my mum would occasionally buy Reese's Pieces I think which werent so bad

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Sometimes yes sometimes no

Do you think you are a strong person?

Surprisingly yea actually. Listen i lifted my friend one (1) time who weighs like 230+.

What’s your favorite ice cream?

I just had it like 5 minutes ago. Berry sorbet!!! I also really like lime. Sorbet icecream is my saviour ty.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm something that sticks out. It always depends on the person really. Some people i dont notice anything. But like one friend, something i always noticed was her eyes (the prettiest ever) or her smile! Or my mum has got her big german nose which is hard to miss. I just realized that i love peoples noses cause they can be so different and unique i love it. One friends nose literally reminds of Sera's it's adorable

What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself?

.... My eyebrows... Like they go from dark to light but it's so abrupt that it just looks like half is shaved off TT-TT so makeup it is and oh it does wonders. Oh and probably my hands... theyre so small, theyre like tiny sausages i hate it and my feet are super small.. like size 4.5 or 5 if im lucky

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

Im wearing grey track pants that i totally didnt steal from my friendo and Iron Bull shirt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (thanks bioware)

What are you listening to right now?

...... What is Love by Haddaway

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Black, like my soul

Favorite smell?

Hmm, melted cheese.... And when the Khans (family friends) make Biryani or Samosas or Tandoori or Curry they are the best smells ever..! Hm the cold crisp air and pine trees in winter as well!

Who was the last person you talked on the phone with?

My friend actually! (sorry mum)

Favorite sport to watch?

Haha sports? What sports? Ok i have watched football (european) with my family. Europeans are crazy about football my god. I was there during the world cup and oh dear when the Netherlands lost....

Hair color?

Well naturally im blonde but i dyed it red violet last december which is essentially hot pink but with more purple in the mix but then i tried this lighter almost pastel pink. Idk if i should go back to blonde or do something else tho :0

Eye color?

Blue like my mamas

Do you wear contacts?

Nah just glasses when i remember to :D

Favorite food?

I had mac n makhani last night and idek what it is but it was good so yea that. And lasagna. What can i say i really like cheese. Oh ooh and butter chicken! And this pulled pork poutine i got from a Jamaican restaurant one time.... It was so good....

Scary movie or comedy?

I hate scary movies. When i first watched Jaws when i was 13/14 i had nightmares for months. So comedy. There was a comedy/horror that i loved tho; Tucker and Dale: Forces of Evil or something like that.

Last movie you watched?

I wanna say Thor: Ragnorak (so good) but it was actually Moana (again for the 100th time)

What color shirt are you wearing?

It's grey with one of Bulls tarots on it (blessed). Its got a little bit of paint on it tho :'(

Summer or winter?

Winter. Oh, worm? Although i love spring because it rains so much hell yesss

Hugs or kisses?

I deprived myself of affection for years, thanks! depression! So now i make up for it hugging all the people i care about. Occasionally i'll give friends smooches on the cheeks if theyre comfortable with it too

Book you’re currently reading?

Haha whats reading? I havent read anything in forever. Im still trying to finish The Danish Girl, The Outlander series, The Serpent of Essex and The Girl of Fire and Thorns which I got like 6 years ago at a scholastic book fair

Who do you miss right now?

My mum and my cat and my friends and family T-T and Asra & Nadia & Oleg & Parthurnaax pls let them be safe and happy and basically ever vg character that i love ;u;

What’s on your mouse pad?

Ive never used one of those ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but my german oma and opa got me one a long time ago with some famous german mouse thing on it. Kinda cute kinda not

What’s the last TV program you watched?

This tv show called Blackish was just on tv. It's hella funny omg. Also i turn on American Dad just for backround noise if that counts

What’s the best sound?

That music that plays when Asra is around, like in that cave.. It just sounds so magical ;u;

Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

Well i did just go to a Beatles Tribute concert 2 weeks ago sooo.. The Beatles it is 👍

What’s the furthest you ever traveled?

Austria cause for some reason we stopped there when going to visit family but it's farther than the Netherlands so like... what...?

Do you have a special talent?

Drawing I guess. Being outta school and barely drawing sort of took me outta the loop... now everyhing i draw looks ugly :/ I guess my hidden talent of writing for one ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ I learned to make coffees i didnt even know existed at work as well so?? Yes?

Where were you born?

Toronto actually :/ I was almost born somewhere else because my parents travelled a lot up until i was born but they came back... Goddamn

I tag: @queenlydweeb @ridethefrostback @mrjennety @backwardszombie ;D

#this is long & overdue aahhhhh #thats for the tag babe. ( ˘ ³˘)#how do i tag this uuh #the onion speaks #aspiring-to-be-a-cat #queenlydweeb #backwardszombie #ridethefrostback #long post #im sorry everyone most likely read this stuff orz. ...#mrjennety #hey gheykobé surprise it's me

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kelly-lynne · 5 years

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Yes, it is really this pretty in Frederick!

While I’ve visited downtown Frederick before, every other time I’ve been in such a rush, I wasn’t able to really enjoy everything it has to offer. Just 50 minutes down the highway from Arlington, Frederick is nestled near so many places to hike it’s almost a surprise to know that Downtown Frederick is SO full of life and culture. Since Andrew and I had a wedding in the area, we stopped by downtown Frederick to eat, drink, and shop and enjoy everything this small-ish but thriving town had to offer.

Day 1

Black Hog BBQ

You can literally smell the deliciousness that is Black Hog BBQ from down the street! This is a great place to go for a casual lunch, but with an upscale edge. Black Hog doesn’t just do BBQ, they actually focus on the products they’re serving and make everything from scratch. We visited the downtown location, but there are actually four locations in the area to visit.

BBQ sauces galore! Which is your favorite?

Seen here: Brisket, ribs, cornbread, collard greens, mac and cheese, BBQ pork fries, every other food that Black Hog sells (nearly!)

Their meats are smoked in small batches and the meats are PLENTIFUL. Andrew and I just couldn’t decide what we wanted to get so we went for two Combo Meals. Our favorite was the pulled pork, I loved the leaner brisket (sorry, but I can’t do a fatty Texas brisket), and we both wanted even more of the amazing BBQ Pork Fries.

When I’m eating like a “lady”

How I really eat.

Honestly, you can’t go wrong here, it’s all delicious. Our server, Jamie Lynn was a pleasure and we had a great time choosing our faves and trying everything. Black Hog is situated right by all of the main street attractions in Frederick, which is perfect for walking off all of that food after a heavy lunch. Plus, if you want to keep the flavor strong in your life at home… you can take home their bbq sauce in a reusable mason jar! Score!

…of course I got one!

Downtown Frederick Hotspots

After eating our body weights in smoked meats, Andrew and I decided to stroll along the main street in Frederick and do some shopping (okay, really I decided to do some shopping and Andrew came for moral support). A couple of the boutiques I had been to in the past, but I made a few stops that were totally new to me.

Our first stop was a second-hand store called Select Seconds which is a true thrift store. Managed by a local hospital, this store is MASSIVE! I picked up a cute cardigan for work, and a completely amazing southwestern inspired belt. If you’re a thrifter like me, definitely check this out!

Diamond (soaps) are a girl’s best friend

A little further down, we checked out Treaty General Store, which was doing a succulent sale. I always kill succulents and I couldn’t look the saleswoman in the eye (any fellow plant murderers out there?) so we headed inside to look at amazing candles, accessories, and meaningful local gifts. This is a great place to shop if you know someone who likes receiving gifts that give back to their favorite non-profits like National Parks and other wildlife preservation initiatives. We picked up a candle that has a reusable cement container and smells like December. I’ll definitely have to come back to shop for my brother who is a huge hiking buff.

Sale of these candles benefits the National Parks…and the container is reusable!

While we were scoping out some coffee, we found Tenth Ward Distillery and Bar, which was the perfect midafternoon pick me up. We just had time to grab some drinks at the bar, but the distillery also hosts tours. They also had what was essentially an adult Pumpkin Spice Latte, and so I definitely need to go back.

Maven beauty bar is such decor goals!

Next, we hit up one of my favorite places in Frederick, Maven Beauty Bar. Sadly, they didn’t have any appointments that afternoon to get my brows or nails done but they were having a FANTASTIC sale on natural skin and beauty products. I spent entirely too long looking at their wares while Andrew sat on a plush couch. Eventually, I settled on the Meow Meow Tweet deodorant that I’ve been wanting to try for a while (it comes in a glass jar, yay no plastic!) and it was on sale for $7 and a Supergoop clear sunscreen stick with SPF 50.

Had a great day in Frederick shopping and eating till we dropped! In the evening we had a wedding a few minutes outside Frederick in rural Thurmont. So dinner and evening activities took place there!

Just across the street from Maven is one of my favorite stores, Anam Cara Apothecary, owned by one of my college friends! This store, carefully curated by a mom and daughter duo, is the perfect place to pick up beautiful essential oils and crystals and ask any questions you have about living more holistically. Tell Chelsea I sent you!

Day 2

The Tasting Room

The Tasting Room is one of those places that you immediately get the feeling has been in the community for a long time and is well-beloved but consistently amazing no matter how often you go back. Our server told us she grew up coming to The Tasting Room as a special treat as a child and advised us to get the lobster chowder…which was honestly one of the most delicious things either Andrew or I have ever eaten. It wasn’t too thick, or too creamy, and was perfectly topped with chunky lobster without being overly “seasoned.”

If the appetizers weren’t good enough, our entrees, duck with a seasonal hash, green walnuts, and steak with an entire crap cake on top of it were amazing…Andrew could barely wait to dig into his (as you can see from the photo below). The Tasting Room changes their menu seasonally and works with local providers, so you can go back and get something completely different every time you visit. Their menu was stocked with late summer/early autumn produce like strawberries, corn and squashes, which I love.

Filet Oscar – aka Steak with a crab cake on top with the addition of butter and asparagus.

Definitely, don’t skip out on their sides (pictured above: lobster mashed potato martini, and potatoes au gratin) which are wonderful on their own or served with your entree.

For dessert, we ordered a carrot cake (bottom photo, top) and a pineapple bread pudding (bottom) and we finished both of them in record time. After all the food we had been eating, we thought we wouldn’t have room but we are SO glad we did. The pineapple bread pudding, though definitely not something I would normally go for, was light and airy and had a perfectly coordinating ice-cream that made it one of our favorite desserts we have had! The presentation of the desserts (notice those apple butter embellishments on the carrot cake plate) really added to the experience and were edible! Yum!

Have you been to Frederick? Let me know what you did in the comments so I can plan my return trip! Want to see behind the scenes? I saved my entire Instagram story from Frederick in my highlights so you can view it anytime!

This post was sponsored by Black Hog BBQ and Tasting Room who graciously provided all of the food seen above. While this post is sponsored, opinions and dishes selected are based on my honest opinion (I wouldn’t steer ya wrong) and should definitely be eaten.

48 (delicious) hours in Frederick, Maryland While I've visited downtown Frederick before, every other time I've been in such a rush, I wasn't able to really enjoy everything it has to offer.

#Baltimore #Baltimore restaurants #BBQ Maryland #Black Hog BBQ #Downtown Frederick #Frederick #Frederick Maryland #Frederick Restaurants #The Tasting Room #Travel #Visit Frederick

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southnovel · 5 years

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DELETED SCENE #9: 33 DAYS

June 23, 2016

Louisville, Kentucky

Brandon and Liv’s house

LIV’S POV

A lot can change in one year.

I still called Nana before I went to bed at night, just like when I lived in Selma; I was still responsible, taking control of the cooking, and the cleaning. Brandon helped on occasion, but the only thing he knew how to fix was Velveeta Mac N’ Cheese.

So nothing has really changed.

Much.

Brandon and I were still in love, of course. However, our formerly rather active sex life has been, more or less, put on the back burner.

The last time we made love was probably his 20th birthday back in May.

He promised me we wouldn’t go more than 59 days without sex ever again.

It’s only been 33 days, so we’ll see.

I get it; we’ve both been put under strain from school, and settling into a new life together, plus a bit of strain between him and Anthony, as my boyfriend has made it perfectly clear he has no interest in taking over the “family business”.

I can’t tell if that decision was based on his own wants, or mine.

We started classes at Bellarmine last August; I majored in Secondary Education, so I can one day teach high school sciences and/or astronomy. I can remember my Daddy telling me that was one of his dreams as a child. That, or a professional baseball player.

Brandon has majored in the same as me, but also takes psychology classes as his undergraduate. He’s still pretty big on the “schizophrenia” issue. I tease him sometimes, and call him a hypochondriac; he gets offensive and we fight, but always end up having toe-curling make-up sex, and all is well again.

Here lately, however, he’s too exhausted from school, and reading countless psychological books, to even argue with me.

“How were your last classes today?” I ask, finishing my pork chop. Today was the last student day at BU.

“Fine, and yours?”

“Fine.”

What. The. Hell?

Two people that have literally defied all odds to be together have been reduced to one-worded responses.

When the silence became too much, I cleared the table, and started dishes.

“Liv?”

“Yeah?” I turn my head slightly, scrubbing a plate before placing it in the dishwasher.

“Who was that you were havin’ lunch with today?”

“What?” I laugh, not really sure what he was talking about.

“I went lookin’ for you at lunch, thought we could have a nice little meal there in the courtyard together, just the two of us, and you were already havin’ it with some asshole.”

“His name’s Colton, he’s in my Astronomy class.”

“Hmm.”

I shake my head, turning the water off and wiping my hands on a dishtowel.

“What’s the big deal? We’re just friends.”

“Does he know that?”

“I’m sure he does, baby.”

“Did you make that clear?” Brandon corners me at the counter, placing his hands on either side of me.

“Not in so many ways, but I never felt the need to.” I smile at him. “Are you jealous?”

“Do I have a reason to be?”

“No. You should trust me.”

“I do. I don’t trust other men when it comes to you.”

“Why?” I smirk.

“Because,” He places his hands on my waist, “if he thinks about you in the manner that I do,” He lifts my ass up onto the counter, standing between my parted thighs, “he’s a dead man.”

He crashes his lips against mine in a deep, needy kiss. I feel his hands slide up my thighs, and grip my panties. Sliding them down my legs, he touches me for the first time in 33 days.

“Already so wet.” He comments, fingering me. “Is that because of me?”

“Of course it is,” I say breathlessly. “I love you, Brandon.”

He removes his fingers, and pulls me tight against him, lifting me and soon laying me on the kitchen table.

“This ain’t gonna be soft and slow, darlin’.” He promised, ripping his navy V-neck over his head, then worked on his belt buckle.

“Good.” I raise my red summer dress up and over my shoulders, throwing it on the ground with my lace panties. Brandon pulls my ass to the edge of the table and leans down to kiss my lips lovingly. Only a second later, he enters me; I grip his shoulders tightly, finally feeling whole again.

Groaning and grunting; moaning and mewling; skin slapping and my wetness echoing through the air, and we worked towards our sweet release.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cum with a scream. He holds my thighs apart, having complete control over my body.

He has me; mind, body, and soul.

Lifting his leg on the table, he goes deeper than I ever thought possible.

I caress his cheeks, relishing in the beauty of his impending orgasm.

“God, I love this pussy.” He grunts. “Hypnotic fuckin’ pussy.” He pounds so hard the table begins to shake. I dug my head into the table as I felt a deep sensation in my belly; my legs shook as another orgasm ripped through me.

With a final thrust, he cums inside of me, breathing heavily.

Brandon leans down and kisses my lips softly. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I kiss his forehead and pull his head onto my chest.

“I gotta tell you something,” I whisper, playing with the hairs on his chest.

We laid on top of our soft, white comforter, on the floor of the kitchen; he’d just came inside me for the third time this evening. I lost count after my fourth.

“What?” He asked in a sated tone.

“That guy. Colton.” Brandon looks at me warily.

“He’s gay.” I laugh as he breathes out in relief.

“What am I gonna do with you, Artemis?” He pulls me into a kiss. I bite my lip and look up at him.

“Make me a pinky swear.”

He was skeptical, but ultimately twined his pinky finger with mine.

“Promise me we won’t let anything, or anyone get between us.”

“Done.” He swears, kissing my forehead, then let me rest my head on his chest.

The steady thrumming of his heart began to lull me to sleep.

Oh, shit!

My eyes widen in realization.

Did I take my birth control this morning?

#kaitlinj16 #deleted scene #writing

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steps-and-solodresses · 7 years

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⭐️Jasmine's Favorite New Orleans Places⭐️

I’m so pumped for Nationals in New Orleans that I made a list of all my fave places. NOLA is literally one of my favorite cities :) feel free to share with your friends, dance school, and anyone else!

⭐️Jasmine’s Favorite NOLA places⭐️ •Desserts/Beignets: - Cafe Du Monde (usually a very long line unless you go early in the morning or night) - Cafe Beignet (more beignets) - Creole Creamery (best ice cream EVER) - Hansen’s Sno-Bliz (shave ice with ice cream and tons of flavors, you can get it without ice cream if you want but I recommend it with ice cream. usually a long line, but I highly recommend this place)

•Food: - Old Coffee Pot (po boys, very good crepe things) - Cafe Maspero (I love their jambalaya and alligator po boy) - The Joint (get their pulled pork sandwich with a side of mac n cheese & use their signature bbq sauce on both) - Antoine’s (so so good, but pretty expensive, expected to dress up nice if you go here)

•Places: - The French Quarter - Bourbon Street (clubs, bars, surprise acts on the street, etc.) - Coven House (American Horror Story: Coven. Season 3) - Historic Voodoo Museum (this place is super cool) - Marie Laveau’s House Of Voodoo (on bourbon street, good authentic voodoo dolls, fortune teller) - Voodoo Authentica - City Park (put put golf, peddle boating, etc) - Louis Armstrong Park - Jackson Square - French Market (lots of cool stuff, it’s fun to bargain for the prices to be lowered) - The Presbytere (learn about the destruction of Hurricane Katrina) - Lower 9th Ward (see first hand the destruction of Katrina, make sure to notice the number of empty lots that still have not been rebuilt) - Mississippi River - Audubon Park (also has Audubon Zoo)

#irish dance #nola #new orleans #nola2017 #naidc2017

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tyleroakley-obsessed · 4 years

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For a few moments, let’s forget about the virus. Let’s pretend it’s the Before Times. Let’s talk about something that Memphis loves to argue about: food. I made and posted one of those “you can only pick three” memes on Twitter last night—and my phone exploded with notifications. Hundreds of people have chimed in, and some had some strong words about the exercise. “Impossible” – @csbgtg “Absolutely savage” – @kvnwn “Hardest decision of my life.” – @alansweet “This is just evil.” – @CoachSetler “Possibly hardest food list I’ve seen.” – @maximums420K “I’ve been staring at this list all day. I can’t do it. I just can’t.” – @TVKelliC But back to the meme itself… I know it’s a horrible, hard choice but I don’t make the rules, the Internet does. And in this case, the “pick three” meme says you can only keep three. The rest get tossed into the Mississippi forever. Which three Memphis signature dishes do you choose? Let me know in the comments. Naturally, there was some discussion about the options. Are they restaurant-specific? Where are the wings from? Where can you get a Pronto Pup? Etc. I understand that your decision some matchups, i.e., BBQ nachos v. BBQ sandwich, may depend on which restaurant you’re ordering from. My intention was that each image represented a type of well-known Memphis food, and you could substitute whatever your favorite version of that food is. That didn’t stop people from trying to guess where the photos were taken. I’ll reveal that below: 1. Memphis Fried Chicken Number one stands for “Memphis fried chicken” from any of your favorite fried chicken places. May I suggest the Memphis-based, truly world famous Gus’ Fried Chicken? Or perhaps Uncle Lou’s, served with their honey butter biscuits? Other local favorites for fried chicken include Cash Saver, Jack Pirtle’s, Four Way, Alcenia’s, Southern Hands, and Joe’s, to name a few. The photo in the meme (full version above) is from Gus’ World Famous Fried Chicken on Front Street in downtown Memphis. Photo credit: David Meany. 2. Pancho’s Cheese Dip Option number two of our rude game is the one and only Pancho’s cheese dip, now available nationwide at grocery stores but originating across the river in the town of West Memphis, Arkansas. To avoid bloodshed and gnashing of teeth, I’ve included a representation of both white and yellow variations. Pancho’s is good for dipping, drizzling, and pouring over practically anything; it works best with Las Delicias tortilla chips, but any chip variation will do. Pancho’s is perfect for backyard barbecues, those gatherings where everyone ends up in the kitchen, holiday parties, weddings, christenings, and state dinners for international dignitaries. The photo is courtesy of Pancho’s website. Read more about the Pancho’s restaurant in West Memphis here. 3. Memphis Ribs Number three is probably the best known Memphis food item around the world: ribs. For our three Memphis barbecue options on this impossible meme (numbers 3, 5, and 9) please imagine each item supplied by your favorite BBQ restaurant for that item. By our count, there are about 100 such establishments in Memphis, and you can learn more about them on this BBQ guide. I also like include this list from Memphian Craig Meek. Where are your favorites? Where can you get the best tender Memphis pork ribs? Wet or dry is up to you. The photo was taken at Central Barbecue. Photo credit: Justin Fox Burks. 4. Pronto Pup Number four is not a mere corn dog. It’s a Pronto Pup. The difference is mostly in the batter—the basic corn dog batter has cornmeal while Pronto Pup dogs are dipped in a rice- and wheat-based batter. When you order a Pronto Pup, you usually have two choices: regular or footlong, and mustard or no mustard. Geoff Calkins did a great story on the Pronto Pup’s Memphis connection and recipe here. You can find Pronto Pups at Memphis events and festivals, including the Delta Fair, the Mid-South Fair, Memphis In May events, Cooper Young Fest, Tigers football games at the Liberty Bowl, and other events. Sadly this means we might have to wait a while to have our favorite deep-fried wiener painted with tangy mustard, but it will be worth it. This photo was taken at the WGC-FedEx St. Jude Invitational in 2019. Photo credit: Alex Shansky. 5. Pulled Pork BBQ Sandwich Number five brings us to another Memphis barbecue darling, the pulled pork sandwich topped with sauce and slaw. Again, you can order these delicacies at dozens of BBQ restaurants in our area. The common thread is that the sandwich is made with smoked pork shoulder and that it’s topped with slaw. Every restaurant has their own take on the coleslaw style, barbecue sauce, and bread (my favorite variation is Texas Toast). This particular photo was taken at Leonard’s BBQ. Photo credit: Justin Fox Burks. 6. Memphis Wings Number six scares me. The passion for Memphis hot wings honestly rivals the passion for Memphis barbecue. I’ve seen friendships ruined, families torn apart, and business deals go south because folks couldn’t agree on who has the best damn hot wings. Just kidding, I’m exaggerating. But only slightly. Whether you’re going for the classic Memphis honey gold sauce, smoked wings, or some other variation, Memphis has you covered. This photo is at Riko’s Kickin Chicken. Photo credit: Alex Shansky. 7. Soul Food If you’re not hungry by now, our seventh impossible food choice is bound to get your mouth watering. Number seven stands for delicious Southern home cooking, available at fine soul food restaurants around Memphis and the Mid-South. I’m talking about fried catfish plates, turkey and dressing specials, meat-and-threes, and more—plus a bunch of tasty “vegetable” sides which could include but are not limited to: greens, sweet potatoes, mac ‘n’ cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, cabbage, green beans, dressing, and okra. And cornbread. With so much variety packed into one choice, number 7 of our food meme chart is hard to beat. I think we should allow the substitution of spaghetti as a side for choice number 7, especially if your soul food dream plate is catfish-based. This photo is from the historic Four Way restaurant. Photo credit: Alex Shansky. 8. Your Choice of Memphis Burger Things get messy when you dig into Memphis food rankings. Trying to figure out which style of burger will best represent the city’s cheeseburger offerings is as impossible as choosing between that burger and all the other options on this Evil Chart. Will you go with Dyer’s, fried in 100-year-old Memphis grease? Or the Soul Burger, which is so compelling it is literally the only menu item at Earnestine & Hazel’s? What about the Tops Burger, the choice of the born-and-bred Memphian? Don’t forget Huey’s, the ubiquitous but dependable option with a burger list full of variety? You decide. What hamburger you bring to the competition to stand in for Number 8 is between you and the Lord. (But feel free to let me know which one you two choose.) This photo is from Earnestine & Hazel’s. You know it’s real because it’s a blurry picture taken by yours truly on a phone late at night. 9. BBQ Nachos For our final food fight contestant, and the last number trying to win your heart as you throw the other six choices away forever, is number 9: BBQ nachos. Again, you can pick any restaurant or nacho provider as your selection, but it has to be topped with barbecue. There are plenty of ways that restaurants and ballparks customize their nachos, using shredded cheese or melty nacho cheese, serving on house-made potato chips or classic round tortillas. You can choose your own Memphis nacho adventure. This photo is from One and Only Barbecue. Photo credit: Justin Fox Burks. The moment of truth: which three will you choose? I know it hurts, but it has to be done. For Internet Science. Good luck. Are you a home owner in Memphis, with a broken garage door? Call ASAP garage door today at 901-461-0385 or checkout https://ift.tt/1B5z3Pc

https://ilovememphisblog.com/2020/04/pick3memphisfood/

#I Love Memphis

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