#to account for how much of an ingredient we had in the house

[juney-blues]

woman fucks up cookie recipe so bad she has to commit ritual suicide

#juney.txt #i was trying to divide a recipe #to account for how much of an ingredient we had in the house #and i fucked it up #bad #because i cannot do basic math under even the slightest bit of pressure #(< her sister sent her 1 (one) mean text earlier and she crumpled under the strain of that) #i added like 1.5 times the amount of flour in the original recipe (i was trying to divide it by 1/3) #incredibly dry cookies await me #my honour is forever stained #i am no warrior and i will never bake again

[alpaca-clouds]

How to cook in a medieval setting

Alright. As some of the people, who follow me for a longer while know... I do have opinions about cooking in historical settings. For everyone else a bit of backstory: When I was still LARPing, I would usually come to LARP as a camp cook, making somewhat historically accurate food and selling it for ingame coin. As such I know a bit about how to cook with a historical set up. And given I am getting so much into DnD and DnD stories right now, let me share a bit for those who might be interested (for example for stories and such).

🍲Cooking at Home

First things first: For the longest time in history most people did not have actual kitchens. Because actual kitchens were rather rare. Most people cooked their food over their one fireplace at home, which looked something like what you see above. There was something made of metal hanging over the fireplace. At times this was on hinges and movable, at times it was set in place. You could hang pots and kettles over it. When it came to pans, people either had a mount they would put over the fire or some kind of grid they could easily put into place there with some sourts of mounts (like the two metal thingies you can see above).

If you have a modern kitchen, you are obviously used to cook on several cooktops (for most people it is probably four of them), while in this historical you obviously only had one fire. Of course, as you can also see in the picture above, you could often put two smaller pots over the flames or put in a pan onto the fire additionally. But yes, the way we cook in modern times is very different.

Because of this a lot of people often ate stews and soups of sort. You could make those in just one pot - and often could eat from the same stew for days. In a lot of taverns the people had an "everything stew" going, which worked on the idea that everyone just brought their food leftovers, which were all put into one pot everyone would eat from.

Now, some alert readers might have also noticed something: What about bread and pastries? If you only have one fireplace and no oven, how did people make bread?

Well, there were usually three different methods for this. The most common one was communal ovens. Often people had one communal oven in a neighborhood. Especially in a village there might just be a communal oven everyone would just put their bread in to bake. (Though often this oven would only be fired up once or twice a week.)

The second version to deal with this some people used was a sort of what we today call a dutch oven. A pot made either of metal or clay with a lit you would put into the hot coals and then put bread or pastries into that, baking it like that.

There was also a version where people just baked bread in pans on the fire, rotating the bread during the baking process. At least some written accounts we have seem to imply. (Never tried this method, though. I have no idea how this might work. My camp bread was mostly done in dutch ovens or as stickbread.)

Keep in mind that the fireplace at home was very important for the people in historical times. Because it was their one source of warmth in the house.

🏕️ Cooking at Camp

Technically speaking cooking at camp is not that different - with the exception of course that you have to drag all your supplies along. And while in Baldur's Gate 3 and most other videogames you can carry around several sets of full-plate armor and several pounds of ingredients so that dear Gale can whip something up... In real life as an adventurer running around you need to make decisions on what to take along.

If you have read Lord of the Rings, you might remember how many people have criticized Sam for actually dragging all his cooking supplies along and how sad he was for not being able to cook for most of the time, because they were very limited in taking ingredients along.

So, yes, if you are an adventurer who is camping out in the open, you will probably need to do a lot of hunting and gathering to eat during your travels. You can take food for a couple of days along, but not for a lot.

A special challenge is of course, that while you can cook food for several days when you are at homes, you do not want to drag along a prepared stew for several days. So usually you will cook in smaller batches.

A lot of people who were journeying would often just take along one or two pots along.

So, what would you eat as an adventurer travelling around while trying to save the world from some evil forces? Well, it would depend on the time of the year of course. You would probably hunt yourself some food. For example hares, birds or squirrels. Mostly small things you can eat within one or two days. You do not want to drag along half a dead deer. In the warm months you might also forrage for all sorts of greens. You also can cook with many sorts of roots. Of course you can also always look into berries and other fruits you might find.

Things you might bring with you might be salt and some spices. A good thing to bring along would be herbs for tea, too, because I can tell you from experience that water you might have gotten from a river does not always taste very well - and springs with fresh water are often not accessible.

Now, other than what you can access the basic ideas of camping fires and cooking with them has not changed in the last few thousand years. While modern people camping usually have a car nearby and hence will have access to a lot of ingredients. But the general ideas of how to build a fire and put a pot over it... has not really changed.

So, yeah.

Just keep in mind that for the most part in historical settings until fairly recently, there was not much terms of proper kitchens. People cooked over an open fire and hence had to get at times ingenius about it.

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[emeritusemeritus]

One, two, three? [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: one, two, three?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Non-specific.

Summary: Fred gets up to mischief pretending to be his twin.

Warnings: None? Slight deception, pranks, humour. Fred’s a menace. Sorry Cho, I needed a victim.

Word count: 1.3k

In honour of our April fool’s birthday kings, HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRED AND GEORGE. Please accept this little prank-filled drabble as a gift.

"Hi, um George?" You heard a voice behind you say meekly, causing you and your companion to turn around in confusion.

You'd been in the library for most of the afternoon with Fred, studying for your end of term potions exam whilst he looked up ingredients for a new project him and George had been developing, some new potion that made the drinker glow like a candle. To your surprise, Fred was actually concentrating for the most part and had actually allowed you to get some valuable studying done without much interruption, though you could sense his concentration wavering and boredom taking over him as he got increasingly fidgety.

George had managed to get detention with Mcgonagall today before dinner, though Fred had managed to avoid the punishment entirely on account of being the first to flee. George had mentioned in passing that his charms partner would be meeting you all in the library after the last class of the day for them to work on their homework together and of course you thought nothing of it when Cho joined you in the library.

Charms this year had been a little different as you were sorted into classes of grouped abilities with some students able to take a short course for their OWLS from the year below, so that they could study another elective if they wished. Due to this, a few students from the year below had entered your class at the start of the year and you were no longer lumped with just the Slytherins, the short course students were mixed houses.

"Oh hey y/n," Cho said as you turned, offering you a shy little wave with her free hand as she clutched a handful of books to her chest. You'd never really talked much with Cho but she always seemed nice and friendly. You greeted her and began to correct her previous misstep when Fred leapt to his feet, pulling out a chair for her.

"Hi Cho, what are we working on today?" He said with a wicked glint in his eye, pretending to be George. You looked at him momentarily with a disbelieving look before rolling your eyes, knowing that he would deeply enjoy playing along as his twin to cause a little mischief.

"I thought we could start with the non verbal spells?" She says, taking a seat and spreading out an array of books, parchment and quills for the task.

You barely paid attention to them as they talked, though your attention was drawn in every so often when Fred would drop little hints that he might not be the right twin, though they went entirely over Cho's head. She had no clue that she was actually talking with Fred and you had to say that it did amuse you slightly, though not as much as it did Fred. Around half an hour had gone by, George still hadn't showed and you could tell that Fred was getting bored of the act and was getting close to actually doing the work which he had no intention of doing, so he decided he would feign needing to meet Fred.

He shot you a wink as he stood, subtly kicking his bag under the desk towards you and walked out, leaving you and Cho alone. You chatted for a little while, mainly asking her how Quidditch was going, before a familiar red head rejoined you.

He had taken off his school jumper, untucked his white shirt and you noticed that his hair has been tussled slightly with a little more of the short, front strands pushed back. It didn't fool you for a second but you were intrigued to see if it could pass with someone that didn't know them, like Cho.

"Cho right? Hey," Fred says with a smirk and a nod of his head before he slumped down onto the seat beside you where he'd occupied only minutes before. He stretched out his arm around your shoulders as he took a seat and had said a simple, "hey gorgeous," to you as he grinned ear to ear.

"Hi, Fred right?" She says sweetly, her eyes squinting a little as she looks at him, hey eyes flicking between the pair of you and his arm around your shoulders, deducing that it must be your boyfriend.

"Yeah, this is Fred," you confirm, your tone a little drier than usual as you pointedly looked at him. He squeezes your shoulders tighter in a mock warning before offering a warm smile to Cho.

"You're George's charms partner right? Have you seen him? I've been looking everywhere for him," he says with a smirk. You roll your eyes and shift out of his hold to hunch yourself back over your potions book, subtly shaking your head at his actions, knowing he was enjoying himself way too much. Cho however, nods enthusiastically before looking around slightly with her eyes as if searching for her charms partner.

"He actually just left, he was looking for you," she says shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear where it had fallen out of her headband.

"Really? Interesting," Fred says, leaning back in his chair. "I'll go find him." Fred leans forward and kisses you on the head before walking casually out of the library doors, leaving you alone with Cho once again.

"They spend a lot of time together don't they?" She says, breaking the somewhat comfortable silence and you have to hold back a laugh as you look up from your book.

"Yeah I've always said they're more like conjoined twins than identical," you joke, sending her a warm smile. You knew she was probably uncomfortable having never spent much time around you and the twins and so you tried your hardest to be nice to her, despite Fred's silly prank.

"Sorry about that," Fred says rushing back in, now wearing his school jumper once again, pretending to be George.

"Oh Fred’s just been, he was looking for you," Cho says as she looks at 'George', pushing the textbook over to him as he takes his seat.

"Really, so he's around?" 'George' says with a tone of surprise, suddenly looking around as if he'd just missed his twin.

"I'm gonna scout out the courtyard, he's supposed to be meeting me, bloody Fred," he says playfully, rising from his seat once again and walking back through the doors.

"Couldn't see him," Fred says, walking back in not two minutes later, once again without his shirt and with slightly more tussled hair.

"He went looking for you in the courtyard," Cho says, looking up briefly from where she was taking notes on a piece of parchment. If she was annoyed by the constant disruption, she didn’t show it.

He shrugs and takes a seat next to you, trying to slide you closer to him by scooting your chair up towards his as he smiles widely at you, beaming with pride that his little prank was working.

"Hi, sorry I'm so late," George says, the real George, as he rushes in, throwing his bag off his shoulder and placing it onto the table looking a little puffed. He takes off his robe, placing it down on the back of the chair and you immediately notice that he'd not wearing uniform, or rather he is but he has a thick wool jumper on over the top that's zipped right up to his throat, hair soaking wet from the rain.

Cho suddenly looks between them and then to you with a face of alarm, trying to process what was happening as she takes in his different appearance.

"Wait, there are three of you?!"

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[fickleminder]

home-cooked

DWBD AU. Why you don’t cook for the demon brothers anymore.

DWBD AU masterlist here, apple rose recipe here!

“This is all Beel’s fault.”

“Hey, back off.” Belphie hissed. “It’s not like he can help it.”

Levi gritted his teeth as he stared wistfully at your friends’ table, specifically the spread of food they were digging into. “Like you’re any better. You’re the reason why we always have takeout now.”

“Maybe if we ask nicely, they’ll let us have some…” Beel rubbed his growling stomach with a pout.

“Hah, fat chance!” Levi scoffed.

The three Avatars watched as you presented your friends with a tray of apple pastries shaped like roses, lightly decorated with white frosting. Rache and Vorgo were snapping pictures and taking videos respectively, while Belyth was already trying to get the recipe from you.

It’s not like you’ve never cooked for them before. But the few times you had, back in the early days of the exchange program, all they’d done was make fun of the human world dishes they were unfamiliar with (never mind that they were your favorites) and complain about how long you’d taken to feed them (ignoring the fact you were new to the kitchen and foreign ingredients and had to account for Beel’s bottomless stomach).

“These look amazing, thanks.” Dracius smiled at you as he took the pastry offered to him.

…Come to think of it, we never said ‘thank you’ either, Levi realized guiltily.

Beel whined in hunger. Your cooking looked so good, but deep down he knew why you’d given up on them. Even if he stayed out of the house when you were on dinner duty, he couldn’t resist snacking on all the food in the fridge, food that was supposed to go into that night’s meal. Labeling the ingredients with your name didn’t do any good; if even your room was free game for Mammon to enter and take whatever he pleased, then the common fridge was a lost cause.

“One tray isn’t enough,” he’d once said to you, after devouring all the cookies you had just pulled out of the oven when your back was turned. Without so much as an apology, he’d walked out of the kitchen in search of more food, not hearing your miserable “those weren’t for you…”

No wonder you only cooked in the safety of Purgatory Hall nowadays.

Belphie had to use an empty cup to collect all the drool leaking out of his twin’s mouth. He’d be a hypocrite if he admitted Beel could be pretty hopeless sometimes. So what if he’d bullied you into taking his dinner shifts by giving you nightmares if you refused? He could tell Lucifer he only wanted to experience more human world cuisine as part of the exchange program.

It didn’t take long for you to wisen up to his tricks though, and you eventually resorted to just ordering takeout whenever you had to feed them for the night. Another reason why you’d started taking side jobs to make sure you didn’t go completely broke, and another reason why they didn’t get to see you as often anymore.

Your friends showered you with compliments and gratitude, offering to help out with grocery shopping in an effort to entice you into cooking for them again.

“I’d be happy to!” You agreed readily, even proposing a cookout during one of the upcoming weekends.

Erkid whooped in delight and swiped another pastry from the tray. “Man, you really know the way to a demon’s heart!”

You sure did, and the brothers could only lament that theirs weren’t the ones you wanted, not anymore.

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[oigimi]

. breakfast .

napoleon x reader . 1.1k words . fluff . a gift for @kissmetwicekissmedeadly in @lemeowade's secret santa event! .

I sighed and turned my head to face the warm, inviting sunbeams that peeked through our window. The spring wind and singing birds outside were the perfect backdrop to mine and Napoleon’s morning together. My husband was still asleep, as usual. Any wakeup time before the sun was directly above us was simply too big of an ask sometimes, but he worked very hard. He worked hard for everyone - for me, for the neighboring children, for our friends, for all the people he cared about, and it definitely showed in how sleepy he was all the time. But even when that wasn’t necessarily the case, he was still quite tired! I laughed to myself and stood up, right before a big, full body stretch, and made my way into the kitchen. It wasn’t that far of a walk. Our house was pretty small, but honestly I liked it that way. Smells traveled faster, making for some delicious aromas to waft in the air much longer, there was much less to clean, and the space felt so much more intimate. Less room for Napoleon and I to be apart, and more of an opportunity to be in his arms at any given moment.

Yup, life in the French countryside was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more. Ever since we’d taken our leave from the mansion, I’d felt amazing. But that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the mansion! I did, I truly did, but Napoleon and I needed to be alone. We needed to live life like every married couple did. Even though, by all accounts, we were not a normal couple. How normal can a human/vampire couple truly be? I suppose it didn’t matter. I felt normal. He felt normal. We felt normal. The world was abnormal, not us. How could love between us ever be anything other than what we were supposed to be feeling?

In my thoughts, I had prepared some coffee for the two of us to share. I gazed out the window again. The sun was up higher than it had been before. “Is he still not up?” I laughed under my breath.

“He is.”

“Napoleon!” I gasped and turned around. He clasped his hand around his mouth, very clearly attempting to hold in a bout of uproarious laughter. “Oh, come on! You snuck up on me!”

“How didn’t you hear me coming?” he snickered. “Oh, (Y/N) your reactions are always so cute!” He gave into his urges and bellowed in laughter. “You’re too much!” Stepping forward, he enveloped me in a hug and kissed the top of my head. “Sorry for laughing.” Despite this, he laughed some more.

“Mhm. Well I have some coffee when you’re all finished, Monsieur de Wahaha.” I wriggled out of his embrace and handed him a coffee cup. “Freshly brewed. You’re lucky I didn’t spill anything.”

“I guess I am,” Napoleon responded, taking a sip of the coffee. “Ahh, delicious like always. Is this the Italian roast?”

“Yup! Leonardo was kind enough to gift me this. I saw him when I went into the city earlier this week, did I tell you?”

“I think so.” He wiped his mouth and stretched. “Why don’t I whip up a breakfast for us? This needs something to wash down.”

“Ooh, yes please!” I clasped my hands together. Napoleon truly made amazing breakfasts. Unlike a lot of other couples in our position, we worked together on a lot of things. He was the main chef of the house, and we cleaned together. I mostly ran errands, which was a lot of fun, especially because he’d like to join me when he had matters in town. I looked back over at him as he grabbed all the ingredients he liked to cook with. “If I were to guess, we’re having pancakes.”

“How did you know?” Napoleon teased. He began on the mix, pouring the milk into the bowl, but quickly stopped. “Hey, come here. I need you to do something.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! Come on.” He beckoned me over and I came, standing between him and the bowl. “Crack these eggs.”

“Oh, come on! You know good and well-”

“How are you gonna ever get better if you don’t practice?” Try it. He handed me an egg. Cracking eggs was something I was never good at. Even with my subpar cooking skills, I could manage through every step except egg-cracking. I think he just wanted to tease me. I sighed and looked for a good angle to crack it at. “Here, do it like this.” Napoleon gently grabbed my wrists and guided my motions, carefully manipulating them into plopping the egg into the bowl. “Just like that.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Can you do that again? I don’t think I got it quite the first time,” I chuckled, a cheeky grin plastered on my face.

“But of course,” Napoleon laughed, moving in a little closer. He, ever so discreetly, pushed me against the counter with his hips and repeated himself, breathing down my neck this time. He gave it a little kiss, moving my hands again. “Need some more help?” 

“Mayyybe.”

“Well it seems that we’re all out of eggs. But…” He grabbed the rest of the dry ingredients - flour, sugar, and other things - and poured it in the bowl. “Something tells me you might still be able to help me.”

“I figured you’d need it.”

“Oh yes, I’m the one that needs help.” Napoleon chuckled some more and put the whisk in my hands, mixing the batter with my hands that held it. He put one of my hands on the side of the bowl to keep it steady and the other around my waist, holding me close to his chest as we mixed. “Doing good,” he whispered in my ear.

“Ah…” I grinned, feeling my heart pound in my chest. How funny that even after months of marriage I still had a crush on my husband, feeling my cheeks burn with every sweet thing he did for me. When we finished mixing, he pulled away from me.

“Now we let the batter sit for a few minutes. In the meantime…” He picked me up and put me on the counter, gently pushing me down onto it. “I need to take care of something.” He grinned and kissed my lips, receiving me as I sat up a little to melt into his hug. We remained that way for what felt like forever, supporting one another and working on something sweeter and more delicious than any recipe’s final product.

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[ahoy-robin]

Bake Sale

Robin Buckley x Reader

Reader and Robin are assigned to make cupcakes for a band bake sale.

1.28k words

a/n: does not contain any st4 v2 information!!!! this was written before it premiered.

“Finally!” you greet Robin at your door. She had finally showed up with the groceries she had promise to deliver over 15 minutes ago. Robin smirks and pushes past you into your house.

“I was worried sick, my darling” you jokingly go on as you follow her to the kitchen. Robin places the bags on the counter.

“I know we didn’t need that much, but I got distracted and may have gone a tad overboard with snacks for later” She explains as you pull out multiple chip and candy bags that were definitely not on your list. You both go about putting some things away, leaving only the necessary ingredients out.

“So what are we makin’ again?” Robin asks as she jumps onto the countertop to sit. You shake your head at her antics and find the paper your band director gave out to the class.

“We were assigned...cupcakes. And we are going to make the absolute tastiest and prettiest vanilla cupcakes that have ever hit Hawkins High” you declare, feeling very confident in your guy’s abilities. The Hawkins High band was holding a bake sale to raise some money for upcoming trips and your director had assigned groups and who was making what. Luckily, you got paired with your girlfriend and quite a simple dessert.

“I found this recipe in one of my mom’s cookbooks and she said they were a huge hit with her book club so I thought maybe we could try it?” you look over the recipe and make sure your ingredients are accounted for. You turn to Robin who is still sitting on your kitchen counter but she is turned around snooping through the cabinet.

“Robin!” you teased. “Care to help?”

“Hm? Oh yeah mhm sure what do you need me to do?” she jumped when she heard her name and hopped off of the counter.

“Can you mix the dry ingredients and I will mix the wet ingredients?” You inquire, handing her a mixing bowl. You move the book so you can both read it and begin the pouring and measuring. Robin pours the flour into a measuring cup and it flies all over the counter and floor. You try to hold in a laugh as she stands with her green shirt now covered in white dust.

“You good there, babe?” you chuckle.

“You think this funny?” a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

“No, please, I can already tell-“ you barely finish your sentence before Robin wipes her flour covered hand down your face and shirt.

“Buckley!” you shout in sarcastic disbelief.

You grab some flour off of the counter and intend to throw it in her direction,  but it really goes every where.

“Is that a declaration of war?” she asks through her laughs.

Wiping flour from your face with the back of your hand, “I really want to say yes, but we both know we don’t want to clean this up”.

Robin rolls her eyes and slaps her hands together over the sink.

“So I’m done with my ingredients, how about you mix them together and I will sweep the floor?” She nods and you kiss her cheek as you walk away to find the broom. Robin mixes both bowls of ingredients together and pours the batter into the tin.

“Alright oven is set, cupcakes are in and that means we can watch a movie now?” she asks wrapping her arms around you from behind. “Soon I promise. We just have to make the frosting and pipe it onto the cupcakes.” you turn as best you can to look at her face.

“Ugh, but I picked this movie out specifically for you because I knew you would like it”

“And I’m sure I will, but we still have more to do.”

You pat her arm to let you go and hand her the broom to put away. You grab an extra bowl to start the frosting. While you mix the frosting to a deep green and orange, you hear Robin in the living but you can’t see her. Assuming she’s fixing the TV with the movie she brought, you focus on getting the perfect consistency.

“Hey Robs, do you think this green is close enough?” The school’s colors were a horrid combination, but you still wanted to match them just right.

Robin jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter again right next to where you were mixing. She drags her finger around the side of the bowl much to your dismay. Lifting her finger to examine the color and then licking the frosting from it, “Yep, perfect color and perfectly sweet.”

With a straight face you reply, “Thanks. Can you grab me those bags so we can fill them with frosting?”

Robin winks and hops off to grab the bags you pointed to.

On her way to do that, the oven dings.

“Perfect timing” you grab your oven mitts and pull the cupcakes out.

“They need to rest a bit before we frost them sooo why don’t we start that movie?” you smile.

“How about we change first? We’re covered in cupcake.” Robin asks pointing to her shirt and yours.

You nod and lead her to your room.

“I think you might have left a few hoodies here..” you trail on and dig through your closet.

Sitting on your bed, Robin throws her head back in a laugh, “Left here? Y/N, I think you might’ve stolen a few of those.”

You toss the hoodie at her face for that comment and come out wearing another one of her sweatshirts.

“What can I say? My girl has good taste.” You smile and go back to the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, you and Robin pipe the icing onto the cupcakes.

“Aaaand that’s the last one.” Robin finishes her sentence as she twirls the last green spiral of frosting.

“They look great. And guess what this means?”

“We can finally watch the surprise movie I brought for you?”

“We can finally watch the surprise movie you brought for me.”

You both stack the cupcakes in the fridge as carefully as possible. While she was at the grocery store, Robin grabbed both of you your favorite snacks and while you were cleaning up, she set them up on the couch.

“Ok, so I need you to close your eyes” Robin stands behind you and covers your eyes.

“Buckley, this is my house, I already know what it looks like?” you laugh.

“Just play along, it’s cute” She walks you both the to living room.

“You’re cute” you quip back.

“I know, now…open your eyes.” Robin removes her hands from your face. The living room couch is adorned with multiple pillows and blankets and snacks. In the middle of it all is the movie Robin has been promising to bring you ever since it came to dvd.

“Clue? Robin! You brought me Clue? This like just came out how did you get it?” You rush towards the couch and grab the box, looking to her in amazement.

“I have my ways, my love. So do you wanna watch it and guess how it ends?”

“Yes please!”

Robin set up the TV before so she’s throws herself on the couch next to you. She lays on here back holding her arms open for you. You crawl on top of her laying your head on her chest.

“Thank you for coming over today, and helping me bake. And bringing me a surprise” you whisper looking up to see Robin’s face.

“Of course! I couldn’t have made cupcakes without you, and I knew how much you wanted to see this movie.” Robin kisses your forehead and you both settle in for a night in together.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things season 4

[hollie911]

This is not my work. It is by the user constantwriter85 whose account had been deactivated on tumblr and ao3 and i am just sharing their work

The devil you know

Vampire!jefferson x reader

Part 8/10

The moon was high and bright, streaming in through the tall window up the upstairs study. You were huddled with Jefferson behind the desk, his hand absently rubbing up and down your arm as you wrote down his translation of the runes.

It had taken you almost four days to translate the text, and you were nearly finished with the inscription for the potion. It was going to be labor-intensive to say the least. Jefferson consulted with Mrs. Conrad, and she volunteered to help you brew it.

A good many of the ingredients were already on hand in the house or out in Mrs. Conrad’s garden. Still, others were going to prove difficult to procure. Namely, one ingredient you needed from Regina herself.

“’A lock of hair from the one who cursed you,’” Jefferson read. “Good gracious, how are we going to manage that?”

After much thought and deliberation, you both had decided to break into her penthouse apartment in North Boston. Jefferson was intimately familiar with it, having done that exact thing only two weeks ago when he’d stolen the spell book in the first place. You had hoped to find a hairbrush or something that would provide the missing ingredient.

Jefferson didn’t want you to come. He insisted it was too dangerous, and he refused to hear any talk otherwise.

“No,” he said, stubbornly crossing his arms. “Absolutely not, Y/N. Regina nearly killed you once…I can’t let you be placed in danger again.”

You scoffed. “And remind me again how you ended up on my autopsy table? I won’t let you get hurt either. You said you’d let me help—”

“I did.”

“—and I’m not going to just sit back and let you walk in there alone, Jefferson! I’m coming, and that’s final.”

“Y/N.” His face was tortured. “I can’t lose you.”

You took his hand in both of yours. “You won’t. You’ll have my back, and I’ll have yours. We’re stronger together, love. You know how I feel, and you know I can’t let you go.”

His face softened. You were right, of course. After the bond, Jefferson could feel each and every emotion you experienced, just as you were now feeling his anxiety and fear. But over that, you felt his overwhelming love and admiration for you that melted your heart.

“All right, darling,” he said, caressing your cheek. “All right. But you must promise me that you will listen to everything I say, no matter what. Regina is exceedingly sly, and there will be dangers there far beyond the witch herself.”

You hesitated, and he fixed you with a penetrating stare from under those sinfully long lashes. Finally, you relented.

“Okay. I promise.”

Jefferson pulled you close and this time, you didn’t need the bond to feel his anxiety as he clutched you tightly, almost as if he were afraid you would fade to dust in his arms.

***

Just like the old days, Jefferson thought bitterly.

In the many pockets of his coat was his old lockpick kit, along with various talismans and trinkets to help ward off the traps and spells he was sure still protected the apartment. He stood with Y/N, hand in hand on the surprisingly busy Boston street corner, looking up at Regina’s apartment. Once again, about to break into the proverbial lion’s den.

Jefferson fingered the gun in his side pocket. A last minute parting gift from Mrs. Conrad, and something he didn’t have the last time. He hoped their endeavor that night would be successful, but he was prepared to fight to the death in order to ensure the safety of the woman he loved, even if it meant giving his own life.

He half-wished she hadn’t come, but at the same time, her presence was a soothing balm to his nerves. Her heartbeat was a bit elevated, but it was steady and calm. He could almost feel it thudding inside his own body, centering him. Grounding him.

Jefferson looked down at her, struck again at her strength and beauty. The bonding ritual had truly been an experience like none other—he felt as if he were looking at the world through new eyes. He felt complete. Happy. Something he hadn’t thought attainable in his current form.

Y/N caught him staring at her with what he was sure was a besotted look on his face, and she smiled tenderly up at him. A quick kiss and he sighed, checking his pocket watch. Dawn was only a couple hours away, and they were cutting it close.

Time to get moving.

Breaking into Regina’s apartment proved just as easy as it had been the first time. True to her word, Y/N followed his every instruction down to the letter. She raised an eyebrow, though, as he stepped across the threshold.

“Don’t vampires need to be invited into a home?”

Jefferson rolled his eyes. “That’s absurd. Honestly, Y/N, we’ve been together for almost two weeks…it’s time to let go of those horrid theatrical misconceptions.”

They split up, searching the rooms carefully for something that would provide the lock of hair they needed. They had waited through the night, watching the apartment until they were sure it was empty—Regina had left nearly an hour ago.

Still, there was no time to waste. Y/N searched the bathrooms, while Jefferson searched her “workshop,” gathering specialty ingredients for the potion Mrs. Conrad hadn’t been able to locate.

“Got it!” Y/N called from the bathroom.

“Wonderful!” He said as he carefully placed the last two bottles in the rucksack he held. “I’ve nearly gotten everything we came for, did you—”

Jefferson cut off suddenly. An icy prickle of fear had crept up his spine, choking the breath from his lungs.

She’s in danger.

He didn’t know how he knew. He just did.

Slowly, Jefferson turned, and his blood ran cold.

Regina was standing in the entryway, her hand fisted tightly in Y/N’s hair as she pulled her head back. A long, thin knife glittered under her chin. Jefferson cried out, taking a step towards them.

“No—”

“Not one step further, Jefferson, or I’ll open her throat,” Regina purred.

As if to prove her point, she flicked the tip of the blade along the skin, and a thin trickle of blood ran down Y/N’s neck.

Jefferson felt a black rage consume him. He pulled the gun from his pocket without thinking, his jaw clenching in fury as he aimed it at her.

“Do not touch her again, Regina.”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” The witch laughed. “You don’t have it in you.”

Jefferson’s eyes flicked to Y/N. She was seething with anger, but it nearly killed him to see the terror lurking behind it. Her heart was hammering in his ears, reminding him of her fragile mortality.

“The bag. Drop it,” Regina ordered.

Jefferson complied, setting it on the ground with a snarl.

“Now the book. I know you’re not foolish enough to bring it here, so you’re going to take me to it. Then, and only then, will you get your precious little Y/N back.”

It was a lie. Regina would make him watch while she tortured her, only killing them both after they begged for mercy. And maybe not even then.

Jefferson’s mind spun. He had to get Y/N away from Regina, but how? He felt the weight of the gun in his hand, but there was no way he could use it without putting Y/N in more danger. He’d never fired a gun before, and he was terrified he might hit her.

“Drop the gun, Jefferson, there’s no way out of this,” Regina laughed. “You know, you saved me a lot of trouble. I’ve been following you both for days, and now here you are, served up to me on a silver platter.”

“Let’s go, both of you.” Her expression darkened as he continued to hesitate. “The book—take me to it, Jefferson, or the girl dies.”

“All right, all right!” He carefully set the gun on the floor, stepping towards the large picture window instead of the door. “It’s at my house. We brought a car, I can take you to it. Just let her go—take me instead.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide, but Jefferson’s mouth tightened in a thin line as he continued to back up.

Trust me, darling.

“No. She comes…as insurance.”

Jefferson had stopped moving, but Regina kept walking forward, not paying attention to how close he was. He let his shoulders fall in defeat, his head bowing slightly.

One more step.

“Let’s go—”

Jefferson waited until she spoke again. Quick as a viper, he lashed out at Y/N’s throat, slipping his hand beneath the blade and pulling it away. He twisted, yanking it from Regina’s startled hand.

Blood immediately gushed from the wound on his palm, but Jefferson was oblivious to it. He shoved Y/N back, placing his body between Regina and her.

The witch screeched and threw herself at him. She was right—Jefferson was not a fighter by nature, and he was honestly stunned his ruse had worked. Still, he was enraged, his anger fueled by the instinctual need to protect his mate.

Y/N screamed as he pushed Regina back towards the window. Regina’s hands clawed at his face, but he grabbed her by the arms and threw her back against it, the glass cracking ominously. Another shove and it broke completely, nearly taking them both with it.

Jefferson felt hands grab the back of his jacket, pulling him away from the open window as Regina fell. A muffled thud, and they both stared slack-jawed at her motionless body, splayed out six stories below on the grassy lawn of the courtyard.

“Oh my god, is…is she…”

Jefferson grimaced. “Yes, I believe she is.”

He stood up, and then stumbled back as Y/N launched herself into his arms. She clutched at him, burrowing her face tightly against his neck, her relief and love so overwhelming he chuckled despite the terror of the previous few minutes.

“Jefferson, you’re a complete idiot, and I love you.”

Jefferson healed both their wounds, lingering over her throat and breathing her in. It scared him, how close he had come to losing her, but it was over now.

“I love you too. Forever and always, my darling girl.”

Lips met and hands grasped, but their moment was interrupted by shouts from the courtyard.

“We’ve got to go, the cops are going to be here soon,” she said, checking her watch. “And we’re going to have to hurry if we’re going to beat the dawn back, we’ve taken too long.”

She looked at him worriedly, but he shook his head.

“I’ll be fine.”

***

One hour outside of Boston, and you began to seriously doubt Jefferson.

The faster you drove, the slower the car seemed to go—or rather, the faster the sun seemed to come up. Jefferson was slumped against the center console, clutching his jacket around his shoulders and shivering violently. He looked terrible. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, dark circles stood out under his eyes.

“I thought you said the sunlight just stung a little,” you said, looking down at him worriedly.

A dry, rasping cough that might have been a laugh.

“Yes, well, I might have under-exaggerated the effects a bit.” His eyes rolled up to look at you. “Please, Y/N, I know it looks bad, but I’ll be okay. It’s happened before, I just need to get home.”

“Why don’t we stop somewhere so you can rest? We can shut the drapes—”

He shook his head. “The potion has to be brewed at the height of a full moon. That’s tonight. We have to get these ingredients back to Mrs. Conrad as soon as possible.”

“Then at least feed from me, just to get your—”

“No.”

“You’re being stubborn.”

“Not while you’re driving, Y/N, you need your strength. Please, don’t worry about me.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “How can you say that? You’re everything to me, Jefferson, I always worry about you.”

Jefferson smiled weakly, tears in his own eyes at your sentiment.

Finally, he agreed to ride in the trunk under a blanket. He muttered feebly as you helped him in, something about the indignity of it all. You could honestly give two shits about his dignity right then, you couldn’t bear to let him suffer like that a second longer. You hated to do that to him, but at least now the sun would be off him and he could ride in complete darkness.

After what seemed like several lifetimes, you arrived back at the mansion. The sun was fully up now, shining down on Mrs. Conrad as she trotted out to greet the car. You’d called her during your drive, letting her know the situation.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you great fool,” she said as she peered in the trunk.

Jefferson was lying still and silent, dark veins standing out against his pallid skin. You cried out, hauling him to a sitting position as his head rolled limply against your shoulder. Jefferson’s eyelids fluttered open. They closed immediately as he winced against the bright sun, and he groaned.

“Best get him inside the house, girl and let him feed. He’ll be right as rain in a few, but the poor boy’s allowed himself to be depleted too far,” Mrs. Conrad said.

She helped you lift him from the trunk, grunting with effort. Jefferson’s knees buckled as soon as he tried to take a step, and he clutched at you for support.

“Steady, now, let us help you,” the old housekeeper said sternly.

Between the two of you, you managed to half-drag, half-carry Jefferson into the house.

“Almost there, love, just a little further,” you soothed. You’d heard Mrs. Conrad’s reassurances, but it still terrified you to see him this weak.

Once inside, Mrs. Conrad drew the drapes in the kitchen as you let Jefferson slide down against the wall. He moaned your name, his half-lidded eyes searching for yours.

“Jefferson, sweetheart, you have to feed now. Please.”

You cradled his head, offering him your wrist. He weakly turned his head away. Your jaw clenched in anger and fear.

“You stubborn ass! What makes this any different than the other night? Because you need it now? I swear to god, Jefferson, if you don’t feed right now I’ll slit my wrist myself and have Mrs. Conrad hold your mouth open until you drink—I’m not going to lose you!”

Jefferson stared at you, his eyes glittering dully. You didn’t think he even had the strength to speak. Firmly, you pushed your wrist at him, and he closed his eyes in resignation.

Two pinches and a burning pain, followed by the now familiar feel of euphoria as your mate fed. You cradled his head against your chest, humming to him softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. You knew he hated this, but this feeling with him, sustaining him with your own life…it was more intimate than you could ever have imagined.

You loved Jefferson with all your heart, far beyond the simple bond you shared as mates.

You were starting to get dizzy. Jefferson felt it and released you, both of you panting hard. Worriedly, you searched his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Jefferson huffed, looking up at you in adoration. “I am, thanks to you. You didn’t—” he caught himself, pursing his lips before smiling up at you weakly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jefferson.”

“All right, that’s enough, you two,” Mrs. Conrad said, bustling back into the kitchen and looking not the least bit upset by the recent events…although you thought you caught a glimpse of what looked suspiciously like relief in her eyes. Hands on her hips, she brandished a long wooden spoon at you.

“Up to bed, you’re both worn to the bone. I’ll sort through this lot while you sleep, and we can start brewing the potion tonight.”

Your legs were a little unsteady as you stood, as were Jefferson’s. Leaning against each other for support, you both made your way slowly up to his bedroom, where you collapsed gratefully into his bed.

You helped him undress, your mind wandering indecently as you once again took in his naked form, the old familiar heat building low as you remembered his feral protectiveness earlier that night. Jefferson caught your mood and looked at you with a dark desire, but as he pulled you in for a kiss you could feel him trembling with weakness. Even a full feeding hadn’t been enough—he needed rest.

“Sleep, love,” you said, rubbing your nose against his.

Jefferson hummed. “Not without you.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close and resting his head lightly against your chest so he could both feel and hear your heart beating. He nuzzled into you, and you faintly heard him murmuring something to you as sleep claimed you both.

***

It was still light out when you awoke, frigid with cold. Jefferson was still nestled against your breast, but all the life had gone out of him. You sighed sadly and tucked him back into bed as you extricated yourself from his embrace.

Wandering downstairs, you found that Mrs. Conrad had also gone to bed after sorting the ingredients. Eagerly, you looked over her handiwork. You frowned. One appeared to be missing.

Then you saw the note from Mrs. Conrad, mentioning the missing ingredient.

Formaldehyde.

I can’t believe I overlooked that, we have gallons of the stuff in the morgue.

You looked at the clock. Nearly two hours until dusk, plenty of time to get there and back. You wanted everything to be ready to go, tonight was your only window of opportunity to brew the potion until next month.

Briefly, you considered waking Mrs. Conrad to tell her where you were going. Ultimately you decided against it, though. Regina was dead—what harm was there?

You tugged on your coat after writing a quick note to Jefferson, walking out of the heavy oak doors into the bright morning sun. There was frost on the ground and your breath hung heavy in the air, turning everything into a crystalline dreamscape.

A short walk found you at the morgue. It was after hours on a Saturday, and the building was utterly deserted. You quickly located the formaldehyde and stuffed a small jar in your purse, taking care to insulate the glass properly.

As you were walking out, your stomach began to rumble. You hadn’t had a thing to eat in almost twenty-four hours, and you were starving. As you passed Shirly’s desk, you spied a large bowl of fruit sitting there that you hadn’t noticed before. A large, red apple was sitting on top, and your mouth watered.

Surely the receptionist wouldn’t begrudge you one apple.

You snatched it up, mentally reminding yourself to bring her some of those swiss chocolates you knew she liked in return. As you bit into the apple, you perused through the memos you’d picked up from your mailbox.

The apple tasted funny.

You spat out the last bite, but you’d already swallowed the first one. Your head was spinning, and there didn’t seem like there was enough air in the room. You coughed, clutching at your throat. The blood pounded in your ears, and your vision went dark, your purse sliding off your shoulder onto the floor a second before you did.

***

The apple rolled out of the girl’s outstretched hand, coming to rest against Regina’s heeled foot. Her hair was wild, twigs and leaves peeking out of it like a bird’s nest, smudges of dirt on her face and pantsuit.

Plucking the phone from the girl’s back pocket, Regina grabbed her lifeless hand and used her fingerprint to unlock it. Her nose wrinkled into a snarl as she saw the screen lock image—a picture of the girl and Jefferson, arms around each other and smiling at the camera. Two idiots in love.

Regina laughed wickedly as she dialed Jefferson’s number.

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@learisa

#jefferson hatter x reader #vampire #vampire jefferson #x reader #ouat

[nikoalasblog]

what is fandom all about?

This week my group and I presented on Fandom! It was a really interesting topic for us to cover (and one of my favourites from this unit) and we enjoyed sharing our thoughts and personal experiences on it.

Speaking of fandom, I'd like to share more of my personal opinions on it. Growing up, I used to be a part of many fandoms such as Littlest Pet Shop, Sylvanian Families, loom bands, slime, Ariana Grande (I used to have an IG fan account for her where I posted edits), Justin Bieber (I remember owning a Justin Bieber t-shirt but let's not go into that) and probably many more which I can't necessarily recall right now. I can say that being part of a fandom is definitely really fun and it gives you something to look forward to every day. It's something that just gives you pure happiness and releases dopamine. One thing I noticed about being part of a fandom is how much money you would spend on it (concert tickets, merch etc.). I used to have a huge collection of Littlest Pet Shop toy figures and houses so when I sold them off, I realised how much they actually cost. Other than that, when I was in my slime era, I used to experiment with SO many ingredients and recipes to perfect the texture of my slime. After finally perfecting it, I would sell it to my classmates in secondary school. I still remember the looks on teachers' faces when they realise a 14-year-old is doing business in school so eventually I had to stop selling my slime but I did receive a lot of compliments saying I was clever for a kid (lmao). Looking back, it was one of the peaks in my childhood and represents an experience that I would never forget.

What fandom am I part of now?

I am a fan of music in general but to be more precise, I enjoy R&B, hip-hop and also pop. One of my top favourite artists would be Frank Ocean. The picture above shows a guy hugging one of his albums (Blonde) with headphones on which is such a mood. It's one of my favourite albums of his. Well, actually he only has 2 studio albums available on Spotify (Blonde & Channel Orange), 1 visual album (Endless) and another debut mixtape called Nostalgia, Ultra. If you have never heard of him, please go check out his music (warning: beautiful music for sad people only). Besides Frank, two of my other favourite artists are Mac Ayres and Daniel Caesar! Yes, I think by now you can tell that I love R&B.

Toxic fandom

I'd also like to share my thoughts on toxic fandom that I have seen and experienced. I realised that being involved in a fandom can be scary sometimes because other fans may start interrogating you in a way where they think they know about the fandom more than you do. For example, if you mention you like Arctic Monkeys they would start "testing" you to see if you are a "true fan" based on your answer by asking which is your favourite song/album or asking you to name all the members in the band etc. (I find that it is more common if it is a music artist or band). I mean, I understand that one can get defensive over their own fandom and classify other fans into groups because of their egos/superiority complex but damn it can be quite intimidating. Can't we all just say we are a fan without being judged so brutally? I do understand their POV though, they simply think that you should only call yourself a true fan if you know EVERY SINGLE THING about the band/celebrity from height to blood type lol (I'm over exaggerating but there is some truth in it).

In my own personal experience, I remember I wore this oversized Metallica t-shirt from H&M and one of my mutual friend got pissed because I wasn't an avid listener of the rock band BUT I know of them. Okay, before people get mad, I can say there are two sides to the story. First of all, I admit that I too would be annoyed if someone was wearing a Frank Ocean t-shirt if they NEVER heard of him at all because number 1, you don't deserve to be wearing it if you are not a fan and number 2, you are ignorant for wearing a shirt that you don't even know the meaning of. However, I've sort of grown out of that mindset because what's the harm of wearing the shirt though? It's literally free advertising. At the end of the day, it's just a t-shirt and people have the freedom to wear what they want. Some people may just like it because of the design but still, at least KNOW what the shirt means. I mean, I've kinda learnt my lesson. To be safe, just educate yourself before wearing a band tee. What's worse is some people still think The Rolling Stones is a brand.

That is all for Week 9! See you in the next post.

No references were used.

#mda20009 #week 9

[vengefulcooking]

Made a sweet n sour curry variation— it was meant to be a pineapple chicken, but I had a few missing ingredients (namely uh the chicken) and so I played around with it a bit.

No chicken to coat and cook, so instead I threw in boiled potatoes and sweet potato. I'm really becoming the boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew potion concocter, eh! But I'm moving next week, so this was less of a 'let's go get ingredients!' thing, and more of a chance to use up what's in the fridge so I have to carry and move less stuff.

So we made the sauce as is:

Base:

Sauté chopped onions: heat them in oil on low heat until they're a bit soft

Add spices to it: garlic powder, whatever else your heart fancies in small doses: I used some cinnamon powder and some cayenne. Your salts and peppers.

The sweet n sour bit of the sauce:

Pineapple juice (loads), brown (or w/e) sugar, vinegar, soy sauce (all in equal quantities) and some flour (about half of the sugar, etc.). Technically, the recipe called for cornflour, but if you give it a good five minutes to cook properly, flour is okay.

I also used some of the sweet potato boiling water because it's also kinda sweet and I didn't have as much pineapple. Chicken broth would also do, but like I said. No chicken in my fridge rn.

Keep whisking as you add each bit in so you get an actual sauce without lumps of flour/sugar or stuff settling in layers.

Pro tip: if the flour is the last thing you add, you can taste the proportions as you add stuff. Too sweet? Add more soy. Too much vinegar? More of everything, sorry, you're fucked

Cooking:

Into the base of sautéd onions, add the boiled (and cut, because I'm not a heathen) vegetables: for me it was potatoes and sweet potatoes, but I also had some frozen veg so that went in. Bell peppers n stuff is lovely with this. My pot's (potatoes; this did not look like I thought it would in my head) were soft enough from boiling so honestly I sort of ended up just coating them.

Then add in the sauce, keep stirring, add more broth of choice if you like. If you've got too much pineapple sweetness, then actually do add non-sweet broth. How much is really you vibing it and sizing up your onions: the minute you've got too much water and not enough onion, you will taste the water; the unfortunate truth of cooking is that water is cool, but water is not food. If you want more quantity of food, you uh, need more quantity of food (this was for me, I am bad at proportions).

If you'd like a thicker, more jam-like texture, then firstly the stickiness of pineapple juice from a pineapple helps with that (I got one of those pre-cut ones from the grocer's, they tend to release juice over time). Secondly, go for less liquid, but also remember to account for the fact that some will evaporate because you're cooking.

Sorry if you're smarter than this; if you check the premises of this blog (pinned post) this is basically cooking for dummies. For idiots. For vengeful, low-skilled bastards that want to make something so good, it makes everyone in their life who has doubted their cooking re-think their whole life so far. Such idiots are often so focused on the revenge part of this dish that we forget little details. Like. Water boils when you heat it and then there's less water.

I ended up also adding a finishing sweet and sour (possibly Thai; I can't remember bc it is 2 am) sauce I was enticed to buy at the grocer's even though it was 10 days before I move house. How we all fall. So anyway, I must use the sauce, and in lieu of just coating cooked chicken/shrimp/other meat or veg, I just kinda threw it into the sauce.

Again, this is all optional because it's cupboard-emptying stuff, but I threw in some flax seeds on top, and honestly, when serving, I have also enjoyed it with a dollop of mayonnaise and a small cut of a cheddar cheese slice, but I don't really think using mayo in everyday cooking is a great idea? But also, I had soft-boiled eggs, which also did a fantastic and really fancy-looking job of drizzling into the stew at the very end ('plating', if I may be so bold (<- sucks at plating)). That's vengeful cooking, baby!

And of course, me being me, I finished it with rice. My whole existence is stews for rices. I bought a 3 kg pack of rice because it was 1) long grain (my mum nods in approval) and on discount. But. 10 DAYS BEFORE I MOVE. So yeah, rice bonanza. I am having so much rice. Living a real regal life out here.

And that's the dish! Revenge may be best served cold but please for the love of god have this while it's still hot and mmm so yummy.

Pics tomorrow maybe (though it'll be of a reheat) because it was mmm so yummy that I never took a picture.

(Quick rice tip: water : rice 2:1, + maybe a quarter glass of water extra to keep it from burning if anything fucks up, 18 mins on the timer, start at high heat, when you hear the boiling, turn it down to medium (that's like a 5 on a numbered stove, think 6 o'clock) and then just taste and monitor when you've got around 4 mins left. People say rice is hard, please, rice loves you and it's very easy give it a chance.)

Update:

With some sesame sprinkled because why not. Extra flavour. Lovely eh?

#cooking #vengeful cooking #food #recipes #sort of #sweet n sour #stew #stew <3 #rice

[privatechef02]

Bringing the Restaurant Experience Home: a Guide to Know About Private Chefs

What is a private chef?

A private chef is a professional cook who prepares meals in your home. They are not a caterer, nor are they like the personal chefs and housekeepers that you may have heard of. A private chef prepares meals for one or two people at a time. This service can be great if you have guests coming over often or if there are specific occasions where you need some extra help cooking a special meal for yourself or others.

Where do I find a private chef?

When you're looking for a private chef, it's important to get specific about what you need and what your budget is. This can be tricky if you don't know what kind of food and how many people will be eating at home regularly. For example, does this person have to cater to a large family? If so, then we need more information about that!

What does a private chef do?

A private chef is someone who cooks, serves, and cleans up after you've had dinner. The difference between a personal chef and a private one is that the former will prepare food for you at home, while the latter will prepare your meals in their kitchen or restaurant of choice. A good example of this would be if someone hired an experienced sous-chef (who works alongside master chefs) for $1 million per year but didn't know how to cook at all—they'd pay less money but still get great service!

How much a Private chef cost?

The cost of a Private Chef Manhattan can vary from $50 to $150 per person. The number of people you are feeding and their age and health status determines how much your meal will cost.

If all four members of your family want the same menu for dinner, then it may be cheaper to hire a private chef who comes over once every two weeks instead of one who comes every week. This way they can focus on making sure everyone has exactly what they want without having to worry about cooking themselves!

How long does it take to hire a private chef?

You're probably wondering how long it takes to hire a private chef. The answer depends on the availability of chefs in your area as well as your needs and requirements. It's important to choose the right private chef for your needs at the outset so that you can get the most out of their work.

Choose the right private chef for your needs 

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Britain has entered an era of legalised larceny by the politically well-connected some 150 years after the Victorians ended what they execrated as the “Old Corruption”. By this they meant the toxic system whereby the ruling elite enjoyed a parasitic relationship with the state enabling them to obtain jobs and money through patronage, partisanship and purchase.

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'Fast forward 170 years to the allegations against Baroness Michelle Mone over PPE procurement which so “shocked” Prime Minister Rishi Sunak and notice how many of the worst ingredients of the “Old Corruption” are re-emerging in modern Britain.

The Victorians did not use the term to mean exclusively those doing anything illegal, but, then as now, the system was all the more pernicious because so much that was destructive to good government was permitted.

We have yet to reach the stage, as happened long ago in Russia and the oil states of the Middle East and Africa, where government has become a looting machine run by a kleptocracy, but we are further down this road than most people in Britain imagine.

Signs of the retreat from the standards of honest and competent government to which the Victorian reformers aspired are today visible everywhere.

What makes this decline so serious is the vast size of the sums of money now being wasted or misused.

The most flagrant example of this was the waste of £12 billion spent on defective or over-priced PPE during the Covid-19 pandemic.

Probably, the figures are too gargantuan for people to take on board, but in a report published on June 2022, the House of Commons Public Accounts Committee, scarcely a muckraking body, spelled out the losses: equipment worth £4 billion did not meet NHS standards, £2.6 billion was not of a type or standard preferred by the NHS, £4.7 billion was written off because too much had been paid for it, and £673 million was spent on PPE that was defective.

THE THEFT OF THE CENTURY

What we are really looking at here is one of the thefts of the century.

The Government brushes aside this enormous useless expenditure of public funds, most of which ended up in somebody’s pockets, blaming it on an unprecedented emergency with which ministers were heroically seeking to cope.

They argue that no time was available to check on PPE suppliers, however inadequate or dodgy they subsequently turned out to be.'

THE BEST MOMENT TO STRIKE

I have heard too many excuses about an existential crisis producing understandable errors too many times during corruption scandals in the Middle East to believe them.

People intending to steal billions from a government are not fools.

They put a great deal of thought into their planning.

They must have insiders working for them, but they must also avoid official scrutiny by departmental committees and oversight bodies.'

'A war is the best moment to strike for anybody intending to plunder the public purse without their activities being closely monitored ...

Wars may be good for mass thefts but a pandemic turns out to be even better because of the general panic.

People plotting to part a government from its money have a nose for this sort of chaos and know how to exploit it.

They know how to sniff out and pay off influential people they need to help them, safe in the knowledge that their lobbying is legal with no risk of punishment aside from reputational damage.

If unmasked as secret influencers, they can hide behind the unlikely claim that they were paid a lot of money by some very tough and worldly-wise people – for whom they then did almost nothing to further their interests.'

'Looting government was easy in the eighteenth century because so many functions of government were out-sourced, a notable example being the East India Company with its own empire and army.

Such outsourcing was a recognised feature of “Old Corruption” because profit was prioritised over performance and regulatory control was minimal.

Much the same now happens in modern Britain as state functions are outsourced and degraded in the supposed interests of efficiency.

At the heart of the Northcote-Trevelyan Report was a determination that future members of the civil service would be appointed on merit and they would not lose their jobs following a change of government.

But when Liz Truss became prime minister and Kwasi Kwarteng chancellor of the exchequer in September, almost their first act was to sack Sir Tom Scholar, the permanent secretary at the Treasury.

Or go back a couple of years to May 2020 at beginning of pandemic in 2020 when Baroness Dido Harding of Winscombe was appointed by the Health Secretary Matt Hancock to establish NHS Test and Trace to prevent the spread of Covid-19 among an unvaccinated population in England.

The complicated task was taken out of the hands of experienced local officials and handed over to Harding, assisted by consultants paid £1,000 a day.

Even in corrupt cynical eighteenth century Britain, people might have jibbed at that.' read more

Patrick Cockburn 10 December 2022 

 

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The Premiere News & World Report: 

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Travel back with me to a time before the internet. Before computers. Before spellcheck. Journey with me to a land called Hollywood where a scrappy team of talented misfits cranked out programming and materials which were distributed around the globe via the U.S. mail to local radio stations.

That was Premiere Radio Networks in the late eighties and the nineties. Somehow, in addition to countdown shows, talk shows, weekly parody songs, funny commercials, interactive characters, celebrity interviews and monologue jokes we also published a weekly newsletter which we called the Premiere News & World Report (before receiving a cease and desist from the U.S. News & World Report)

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BATTERED LESBIANS ON STEROIDS: A LOVE STORY

This is now, of course, several layers of wrong, but it serves as a healthy example of either how far we’ve come or how little we knew about each other back then.

I am including this edition here for you today, also because it features our truly darling annual Christmas card contest winners. Fun and funny for the following reasons.

1. We were desperately naive as to the eventual importance of Ashley Judd.

2. There really was a guy who called himself “Gay Boy Ric” who advertised his phone number in Billboard Magazine. He changed his outgoing message every day so it was like a personal, little radio show and you could leave messages and then the next day he would give you a shout out. It was so good!

3. Michael Damian and his doggie. I mean, enough said.

OK, so we published these newsletters every week! I physically cut and pasted elements from my typewriter, pictures I snipped out of magazines and photos I took or in the case of this example, actual Christmas cards. I brought my ingredients down to a print shop in the lobby of the Motown building and walked into the back where they allowed me to use a layout table, a glue stick, scissors and rulers to construct our creation. This was then handed to the in-house team for printing.

Oh, also the “clip art” you see is generated by actual novelty stamps that I bought at an actual stamp store in Century City Plaza where you could buy stamps and ink pads!

We grabbed our stack of newsletters, printed out lables and held a good, old fashioned folding party every week in our Premiere conference room. The newsletters went out to all of our affiliate radio stations, and our contact list which included PR firms, record labels and celebrities we had interviewed.

Exhibit b) features an account of a day I spent in NYC at SNL, interviewing Dana Carvey, Jon Lovitz, Kevin Nealon, etc. I added them all to our mailing list. A few months later, I received exhibit c) a fax from legendary SNL writer Herb Sargent! It simply read:

"Hey, Can I get on your News & World Report mailing list?"

This fax hung proudly in my office in righteous defiance of Rob Schneider’s fax requesting removal from our list, sighting ecological concerns about wasted paper.

At Premiere we enjoyed relationships with lables, PR firms and radio stations and we really loved including folks in our newsletter by posing silly questions and having them respond. Exhibit d), is both an example of this practice while also condoning violence with the headline:

WHO YOU’D SLUG REVEALS YOUR PERSONALITY

These hundreds of newsletters were carefully curated by Helen Ledesma Bartolotti and I posted many of them to this Flickr album for you to peruse and enjoy.

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Jam I must. Go read the rest of your newsfeed.

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