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We need to talk about the most important thing yet, what their favorite Junk food? And I mean the family...
For this ask, we gotta head back into the modern Jake Sully wheelchair au.
Jake and Neytiri are health freaks.
I've said before, they like to do all sorts of things. Before they had children they were spontaneous backpackers and thrill seekers, attempting to do the most all the time. It was like all about proving to everyone (and also Jake) that he could still do anything anyone else could, but also about Neytiri getting out and seeing the world instead of being stuck at home.
That being said, Jake can really fuck up a bag of cape cod potato chips. Not as unhealthy as other junk food, and so classic American.
Neytiri is one of those bastards that gets raisins as a treat for the movies. Nature's candy and all that. She has a weakness for chocolate though, specifically those lindor ones with the soft insides. She'll only ever have like one or two, and one time Jake bought her chocolate covered raisins and almonds and it was over. If those are in the house she will sniff them out like a bloodhound.
Neteyam likes takis, because he is cultured and has taste.
Kiri is also a chocolate covered almonds person, but she also really likes hot cheetos.
Lo'ak threw up in the car once after eating a fuck ton of hot cheetos, and now he can't even look at them without getting nauseous. It's half the reason Kiri likes hot cheetos. In retaliation, he likes those absolutely disgusting beef jerky sticks, because Kiri is a vegetarian and the smell makes her loose her hot cheeto appetite.
Spider is regular and doesn't base his favorites around the hatred of his siblings. He just also likes takis, but has to compete with Neteyam subtly by only eating the blue heat ones. Neteyam is weak for liking the regular ones better.
Tuk likes almost all junk food, but she is particularly fond of marshmallows burnt to an almost inedible crisp. Lo'ak makes them best.
Mo'at and Sylwanin think Neytiri is not fully appreciating the fun that is junk food. This is a battle Sylwanin fights daily, as Tsu'tey is also a raisin man. He and Neytiri could hold seminars on the destructive junk food industry. That being said, he prefers a dried mango strip to raisins any day. Dried apricots? He goes crazy. His guilty pleasure is definitely the occasional sugary cocktail though. Jake, Tsu'tey, and Eytukan could DEMOLISH some boxed wine, they could get absolutely smashed on only Sex on the Beaches. Margaritas, Dirty Shirleys, Sangria, any super colorful ladies drink: that is their shit. If it has little squares of fruit and a tiny umbrella in it, the night is going sideways.
Mo'at is partial to those little chocolate nut clusters, you know the ones. Those really delicious ones. She also is one of those grandmas with bowls full of candy all over the house, and is constantly popping tictacs.
Sylwanin (who prefers a strong whiskey, or maybe a shot of fireball, to a sugary cocktail) enjoys sour patch kids. She is more of a sour person than a sweet one. Jake has said this before, and she tipped him from his chair into the pool. Neytiri didn't speak to her for the rest of the day because he could've not been ready and been hurt, but Jake laughed so hard pool water came out his nose.
Eytukan likes those little chocolate peppermint candies, the Andes ones. He has the best taste of all, I'm telling you.
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dearlymrme · 1 year
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Their Guilty Pleasure
Catch all the Papa’s looking at me like, “We’re satanic, why should we feel guilty about pleasure?”
Primo
Coffee but his arteriologist says he needs to cut back. Catch this man sneaking into Dunkin’ or Starbucks every Saturday because just one small cup couldn’t possibly hurt. He ends up leaving with the biggest cup he can of the sweetest most caffeinated drink on the menu. The most you can do for this man is regulate his intake and perhaps give some dark chocolate to curb the cravings.
Secondo
Speaking of chocolate. The man is a health nut and chocolate is his one weakness. He knows it is too which is why he bends over backwards to try and avoid it. If there is a vending machine in his path you can hear his shoes squeak as he tries to turn around but then turns in a circle as he then goes to buy up the whole supply of candy bars. Help him curb the addiction with chocolate covered fruit because fruit is still healthy, right?
Terzo
Smells. Lost him? You can find him in the garden in spring just lying in a bed of hyacinths. You can find him in the Bath & Body Works sniffing lotions and soaps. You can find him in the candle aisle, inhaling the scents like it’s cocaine. He has a collections of perfumes and colognes and picks a different one every day depending on his mood. Find something he likes and gives yourself a tame spritz and then you’ll find him burying his face into your skin like a cat with catnip.
Copia
Soup and nostalgia. Specifically canned soup. Campbell’s? Any kind so long as it is nearly hot enough to burn his tongue. He inhales it. He was a sickly kid and always cooped in bed when he wasn’t running in the Abbey halls and trying to make up his lessons. There was always a nice Sister who would give him soup, cheap, off the shelf, canned soup. He get’s teary eyed when you make some canned chicken noodle and sips it softly, it’s just as terrible as he remembers it. No, don’t take it away, it’s his soup.
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julesmckenzie · 3 months
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Hoovering - Episode 210: Tim Key
At the end of the episode, Tim is asked about the opposite of a last meal. I am going to transcribe his answer here and then next time I go grocery shopping, probably next week, I am going to make it for myself and include my own pictures and commentary.
Jessica Fostekew: You couldn't be more full of joy, more sated with your place in the world, and you couldn't be more peckish. What would you eat, what would you drink? And if there's a who with and where, who with and where? And this is a fantasy situation so nothing has to be possible, and it's a given, hopefully, that I couldn't give a fuck about consequences, health, ethics, any of that.
Tim Key: Okay. So I can have anything I like and I'm really really famished.
Jessica: Yeah.
Tim: Well, I wouldn't mind having a donut.
Jessica: Lovely.
Tim: Apple donut. So that will be part of it.
Jessica: Great. Apple donut.
Tim: And then I wouldn't mind- an apple donut.
Jessica: Lovely.
Tim: But I don't know what that is, is that like an amused bouche?
Jessica: I love it that you're starting with it, yeah.
Tim: I might start with a donut.
Jessica: It would amuse my bouche. Do it.
Tim: I'm having a donut.
Jessica: He's having a donut to begin.
Tim: And then I think I'm then having a break. Then I'll go outside for a bit and I'll have a ice cold beer and some cashew nuts and a cigarette.
Jessica: The cashew nuts... No one's ever included a cigarette before. How delicious.
Tim: Yeah. I don't smoke.
Jessica: Are the cashew nuts just raw cashew nuts?
Tim: No, they're roasted and salted, and then there's four or five in there which are the caramelized ones that are sort of the grenades.
Jessica: Are they covered in quite sickly caramel? Also, pepper? Is it those?
Tim: No, they don't have pepper on them.
Jessica: Oh, spice, a bit of heat, a bit of chili.
Tim: Yeah. Well, it's more like a Butterkist popcorn but done with a cashew nut. Four or five of those in there, grenades. Then I'll go back in.
Jessica: I love that you don't smoke.
Tim: Well, I'll have the occasional one, once in a while. Do you smoke?
Jessica: I used to, like a trooper. I haven't for a few years.
Tim: Then I'll go back in and they've redone the place and it's now an Indian restaurant.
Jessica: Perfect.
Tim: And now it's all, it's as you were really. It's poppadoms, and then it's a few different dishes. A few different friends, cherry picked.
Jessica: Cherry picked, from what you feel like in that moment.
Tim: Yeah.
Jessica: Whatever you like, you can have whatever you like.
Tim: Then, that is some Indian lager. And that goes on for a while.
Jessica: Tiger, Kingfisher, one of those.
Tim: Kingfisher. Then one thing that does happen is there is a keema naan.
Jessica: Yes! I haven't had one of those for ages.
Tim: Then, I leave the building and it's, maybe it's then a coffee and, well, it's a dessert, isn't it?
Jessica: Yeah.
Tim: Well, I've had a good week, haven't I?
Jessica: Yeah, lovely week.
Tim: So I think I probably deserve a... Look, it's not going to be a bad example of any of these things, is it?
Jessica: No.
Tim: So I don't really need to say "it's a perfect example of."
Jessica: No.
Tim: But I think when you get a really good chocolate fudge cake. Hot. You know about it.
Jessica: You do, yeah.
Tim: And I think it's that with, and, amazingly, ten years ago I'm having that with chocolate ice cream. Now I'm having it with a really nice, flavorsome vanilla ice cream.
Jessica: Yes! I knew you were going to say that.
Tim: I never understood why that was like, it's such a weird flavor to be the main ice cream. Don't you think? Like, the main fruit is the apple. And it's not necessarily the best fruit but it's somehow muscled it's way in there and that's the main fruit.
Jessica: Yeah. Bully.
Tim: Bully fruit.
Jessica: Bully apple.
Tim: Bully apple. And I think the same has happened with ice cream where, if you ask a lot of people what your favorite ice cream is, honestly- or, let's say you go to an ice cream van and they've got- I did this on Sunday.
Jessica: Yeah.
Tim: And they've got tubs of ice cream and they've got raspberry ripple, they've got mint chocolate chip, double chocolate.
Jessica: All the classics.
Tim: But no one's saying, "oh, vanilla." And yet somehow-
Jessica: It's always there.
Tim: Yeah, but going against that, I'd have vanilla.
Jessica: Great.
So, the menu is as follows:
Amuse Bouche:
Apple cider donut
Cold beer, roasted cashews, and a cigarette (I will be skipping the ciggy)
Entree:
An Indian meal with Kingfisher beer and keema naan
Dessert:
Coffee, chocolate fudge cake, and vanilla ice cream
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skoople · 11 months
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astronaut food
i've been meaning to outline the eating habits of the main wolf 359 characters. specifically, what do they eat and drink, what do they enjoy, what are their kitchen sins, how do they eat, and why. this is going to be a combination of canon, implications, and my personal read on them. let's get right into it:
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DR. ALEXANDER HILBERT
his view on eating is utilitarian to the point of reddit-ness, and he'll often go without meals to get something done or to prove a point (see: Succulent Rat-Killing Tar, What's Up Doc). his palate is a very "get what you can out of whatever you can" approach without considering much in the way of taste or texture (seaweed coffee is his invention). HOWEVER! hilbert has one prized treat that is his achilles heel/autism samefood: Pecan Pie (see: Mission Mishaps Cold Turkey). i think it's got a unique texture, and a comforting smell that meshes with his suppressed desire for family and safety well.
kitchen sin: he regards the human need and desire for food as both frivolous and an unfortunate necessity.
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LIEUTENANT RENÉE MINKOWSKI
she definitely enjoys fruit, or she wouldn't've cryogenically sealed a Braeburn apple (which are excellent for baking or dehydrating, btw) and brought it to space (see: What's Up Doc). she's also a planning type, and i think an efficient and tasty meal that involves the preparation and presentation of a fancy yogurt bowl is a favorite of hers and a dietary staple. minkowski is highly conscious of table manners, although that slacks a bit on the hephaestus, because she's eating across the table from hilbert and eiffel, for god's sake. still, clean and organized is her food philosophy. she owns possibly the only tupperware collection on the planet that includes every matching lid. the wine has almost no canon basis, and is mostly just a nod to voice actor Emma Shierr-Ziarko's own love and knowledge of wines.
kitchen sin: she thinks a clif bar counts as a real dinner if it's a weeknight.
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CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE
lovelace's favorite food is appetizers for the whole table, a team pizza party, a big awesome-smelling potluck, or anything meant to be shared. for her, eating is a casual and (more importantly) a communal activity. the social engagement from a loud brunch will nourish her just as much as the food does. besides that, i think she likes chocolate with nuts in it (e.g. snickers, chocolate covered almonds, rocky road ice cream, etc), but one of her favorite desserts is probably a strawberry milkshake. maybe it's a way to make up for all the protein shakes and high-efficiency smoothies (that taste like wet cement) she has to chug on account of the intense way she lives and works.
kitchen sin: she is a vulture if anyone else is cooking or eating. "you gonna eat that?" and picking off searing hot pans and baking sheets. she's really just curious but she never asks until its already burning her mouth.
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COLONEL WARREN KEPLER
ok, the drink is a given. it's even on his official wolf 359 store merchandise. he likes the feel of it in his hand. but what does kepler eat? when does he eat? in private, obviously. his job is an exercise in restraint and perception, and he is his job (see: A Matter of Perspective). monsters under the bed don't need to eat, and they certainly won't be that vulnerable in front of a superior. but he's still a person, so i struggled a lot trying to figure out what he would crave. fish tacos, biscuits and gravy, and a loaded chicago hot dog were all floated, but the only meal i could picture kepler ordering where anyone could see him was lamb with mint sauce. it's expensive, recognizable, difficult to cook exactly right, and almost bloody.
kitchen sin: he will go out of his way to make you feel bad about what you're eating no matter what it actually is. he doesn't even have to say anything, he'll just glance at you or shift his posture slightly.
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DANIEL JACOBI
this is a guy who loves to snack (see: Time To Kill. pringles: popped). he likes crunchy, salty snacks a lot, but it's more about the activity than the taste. that doesn't stop him from ritualistically complaining (see: Mission Mishaps No Complaints). he takes his time eating, but he doesn't pay much attention to it, which is why the longevity of a slushy is a favorite of his. jacobi lives off road snacks, but will find a way to complain about the points of a michelin star. he just likes bitching! the stinky cheese (see: Need To Know) pictured is a baked Camembert, because it's my post and i get to pick the cheese. Camembert is one of my personal favorites, but it can be fairly pricy and is a pain to clean up, which doesn't matter to jacobi (goddard company credit card please!)
kitchen sin: he spends an excruciatingly long time on any meal to the point where, if he had his way, they'd bleed into each other by taking an average of one bite every 15 minutes.
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DR. ALANA MAXWELL
the drink pictured is a rockstar energy, but whatever legal(ish) stimulants can get inside her body the most effectively is maxwell's favorite. she eats a lot of takeout (see: Mission Mishaps Happy Holidays) because it's quick when she forgets to eat all day and it's tasty and she has the pay grade for it. she grew up in a tiny nowhere town that was in all likelihood at least partially a food desert, and her family dinner table warranted a restraining order, so i think in her adult life she tries to get as far away from that as possible. this often manifests in trying all the outlandishly spicy things she can get her greasy mitts on, because she is both inquisitive and masochistic. fuego takis are pictured because theyre a staple snack that jacobi will buy for her if she promises to share (she's lying and will eat the whole bag)
kitchen sin: she allows the nearly-empty cans, bottles, bowls, and bags to sit out and fester. once every 2 weeks she sets a timer and rushes through dumping it all into a giant black trash bag so that she doesn't get an infestation of ants again.
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OFFICER DOUGLAS F. EIFFEL
and the "F" stands for food! eiffel definitely spends the most time talking about food. he's hungry! since his eating habits are so prominent in the show, i figured a compilation of his food and drink moments in canon would work a little bit better than my own personal extrapolation. excerpts from Limbo and Boléro were omitted.
kitchen sin: while some people might argue that pineapple on pizza belongs in this spot, i am not so judgemental. i just want him to eat from dishes that aren't visibly dirty.
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HERA
[insert byte joke]
kitchen sin: she doesn't have a mouth.
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britswriting · 6 months
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Fallen For You H.S | AU - Four
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Rancher!Harry x Plus-sized!OC
🦋Delaney🦋
All week felt like a whirlwind of chaos. I barely found time to sit down and have dinner with my family; the only time I saw Harry was to deliver his food before calling it a night, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed with the lack of his presence in my day. I looked forward to our interactions; even if they were frustrating. Now the best I got was sneaking glances at him over my hands full of baking dishes as he took care of our animals.
I was currently on my way with Wren to deliver the fresh baked goods to the market stand, along with fresh bottles of milk.
"I feel like my arms are going to fall off. What is in these things?" Wrenlynn groaned, my eyes widening as I called out, "Careful! Don't drop them!" watching her shuffle around my freshly baked pies.
"They're fruit pies! They'll make us good money, don't you dare drop them!" 
"Jesus christ, do they have bricks in them?" She huffed, my arms shifting the bucket of cookies and bars to my left hip so I could quickly open the door for her.
"No, you just have like 6 pies" I laughed, Wren glaring before quickening her pace to our market table.
"Wonderful! You're just in time! We just sold our last apple crumble bar!" Mimi grinned, my eyes falling on the empty spot at the table.
"I've got a few fruit pies: Strawberry, blueberry, banana cream" I listed, Wrenlynn happily setting down the baked goods as Mimi and I rushed out a reminder to be careful, "In here are some Oatmeal Raisin, Chocolate Chip, and White Academia Nut with Cranberries" I set down the large closed totes.
"Yum!" Mimi hummed, glancing at the fresh goods, popping open a container to take a whiff of the freshly baked goods.
"I have more of the apple bars; dad hasn't scarfed them all yet" I giggled, "And the lemon bars that Mrs. Housley requested. Her name is on them. Remind her they're five dollars a tote" I gave Mimi a stern look, knowing she's prone to giving frequent customers discounts.
It's not like I want to be a bitch, but we need all the money we can get. We need to order more dog food soon and I just wanted to make sure we were covered.
"This is wonderful Delaney! We should be good for the weekend. Have you found the ingredients for my famous cherry and pineapple pie?" Mimi asked, my nose wrinkling, making her laugh.
She knows how much I hate that pie.
"If you want that pie, you're making it. I won't be caught dead having my name attached to that" I scoffed.
Back at the ranch, a smile tugged at my lips as Harry turned around from the sound of the truck tires on the dirt road, only to drop when he looked away.
I sighed, licking my lips before rolling them inwards, Wren snickering next to me.
"Why don't you make a move? Worst he says is no"
My nostrils flared as I looked over at her, "No? That's the worst he can say? Clearly you've never talked to that man!" 
"Laney-"
"No! He lives here Wren! I have to bring him dinner every night! I can't just knock on his door and be like 'Hey Harry, I like you. Would you like to go out sometime?' He'll kill me! You will no longer have a twin, Wren! I'll be horse food!" I freaked, hopping out of the truck, slamming the door shut before she could reply; my feet quickly carried me towards the main house, empty totes in hand when I noticed Harry was struggling to corral the sheep.
Brow furrowed, I walked over towards him, looking for the Aussies who were supposed to help him.
"Hey!" I called out, loud enough to make his head turn, "Where are the dogs? They'll do it" I asked, looking around for Milo and Daphine 
Harry ignored me, shutting the gate behind him.
Is he serious?
I eventually found the dogs, bringing them out to the pen so they could do their job. Right as I opened the gate, letting them run in, Harry yelled, "I don't need their help!", sneering at me as I shut the gate behind me. 
"You looked like you were struggling" I replied, "They can help you. It's their job"
"I'm perfectly fine on my own!" He glared, stomping over to me with his biceps flexing; completely distracting me as I watched his clothing tighten around his arms.
I wanted so badly to be held by those arms. To feel safe and secure in his hold. To lay my bed on his chest and hear his heartbeat. Or look up at him and have our eyes meet before he leaned down, kissing the top of my head.
Everything about him screamed comfort protector; even when he was acting like an asshole. 
"Yeah, looked like you really had it handled" I sarcastically replied, tired of him not letting our pets work.
They're on the farm. They have jobs. They're here to help. Let them! 
Every time I spot Harry working, there is no dog in sight. It's like they're dodging him completely. Like even the dogs know messing with Harry always ends in disaster.
"I don't need no damn dog to help me on the farm! I've done it by myself for years!" He continued to argue, completely unaware of all the hard work the Aussies were doing right behind him.
I motioned for him to turn around, Harry's jaw clenched as he turned; ready to explode at any moment.
"See. They help. All you have to do is open that gate. Why are you so stubborn about this? They're here to make your job easier; plus they love what they do!" I grinned, really wanting to shove an I told you so in his face. "And they love the meal and warm house they sleep in each night after a job well done" I reminded him, struggling to hold back the smirk my lips wanted so desperately to show, only for it to be completely wiped off my face as the ticking time bomb finally hit it's clicker.
"What's the point of working here, if these fucking dogs are just going to do my damn job?!" He snapped.
"They're literally making your job easier" I stated, "I don't understand why you're so peeved about a canine's help? Shouldn't you be glad you're not spending an hour moving sheep?"
"I don't want easier! I want my damn job" he sneered, his entire body looking like he was going to explode right in front of me. I swear I could see his forearm veins quivering. "At least at the Rickman's I knew I wouldn't lose my fucking job to some damn dog who won't live for more than what, 6 years?" He hissed, my brow furrowing.
Is he serious? 6 years? Herding dogs live 10-14 years depending on health issues.
I wanted so badly to say, "Then fucking go then!" and just get rid of all the drama in my life, but I knew how much I— we needed him. As frustrating as it was, he was getting things done around here, allowing my dad to do odd jobs in town, earning us all extra cash that was much needed.
"You have a job! You're the ranch hand, and a damn good one at that; remember? The dogs are a part of this farm. We love them. They love us, and they work just as hard as you do, if not harder! Accept help, Harry! We help each other on this farm! I don't know what the Rickman's made you do every day, but here we do things together. We work together. Whether you walk on two legs, or four paws, we work together. They had their job first, but that doesn't mean they're replacing you—"
"I can't earn my goddamn keep if I'm losing my work to some fucking animal" He interrupted. 
I could feel my breathing becoming more rushed as I started to notice  the quick spiral that was Harry Styles Emotional Tornado. 
"Okay! Okay!" I rushed, "Listen, please" I begged, noticing the familiar look of his temptation to turn around and leave us in his dust. "Herding dogs. The Aussies and Borders; they have jobs on the farm. They are also quote unquote earning their keep. They help us, the humans, make our  job easier. They get to run around and chase the cattle and sheep for us. So we're less tired during the day and because they move quicker than us. The perk of them is that they're helpful with quickening the task. They're not only helping us, but they have fun doing it. It's their job. They love it and when they're done, they retire. They work as long as they love doing it, and whenever they start to show lack of interest or are getting old, they retire. You're not being replaced, Harry. They're here to help you; not replace you. Let them help you." I urged, hoping to see some leeway, only to sigh and continue. Might as well list some perks the dogs get out of doing their jobs. "It gives them good exercise. Keeps them healthy. It tires them out physically and mentally making them better behaved in the house. It gives them purpose. They strive for a job well done just like you do. They want to make us happy. To do a good job; just like you. Am I wrong?" I asked, Harry's head shaking briefly. "You're both similar, Harry. You want to achieve the same thing and believe it or, you could both sleep in the main house but one of you decided not to. Why is that, Harry?" I asked,  praying he wasn't fed up and decided to flee right in front of my eyes again.
"Why is what?" He questioned, frustrating me.
Does he ever listen to me?
"We need to go close the gate. They're done" I noted, Harry looking over his shoulder before turning to leave, me hot on his heels as I continued; "And why won't you sleep in the main house? You act like you've been banned to the so called rabbit shack, and you act like it's some sort of punishment when it's what you wanted! Everything you have an issue with you wanted!" 
Harry stayed quiet, locking the gate as the dogs ran over to me with their tongues hanging out of their mouths. I praised them, petting them and cooing before they ran off towards the barn; Harry walked past me without saying a word. My eyes lingered on his tone back covered by a tight tan t-shirt; trailing down to his jeans, unknowingly chewing on my lower lip as I lingered on the back of his jean pockets; watching him walk away.
The things I'd do to see that man's—
"Laney!" Wren yelled, my body jumping.
'What?!"
"Mom needs your help!" God damnit. "And Harry's!" She chimed, a gleeful tone to her voice telling me she knows damn well what she's doing.
"Harry's? Why does she need both of us?" I asked, Wrenlynn shrugging. "Can you ask Harry? I'm pretty sure he hates me" I huffed/pleaded.
"No can do, Laney! I'm off to meet up with Dylan" She grinned, showing me the truck keys in her hand.
Dylan was Wrenlynn's wannabe boyfriend and she knew that; milking him of everything he was worth. It sounded bad, but she made it clear they were just friends, so as painful as I assumed that is for him to deal with, he decided it was better than being nothing. Now they hang out all the time and I'm convinced that he's just trying to woo her slowly; Wren falling for his obvious trap, getting free dinners and gifts along with it.
Harry and I walked into the garden, my mom now on the opposite side of the fertilized patches; one of the black and white bunnies hopping around, munching on the scrapes that were being tossed to her.
"You needed us?" I spoke, making her aware of our arrival; my mom's head snapping up as she nodded.
"Yes! Lane, I need you to take these to Grandma so she has them for dinner, and Harry, I wanted to ask if  there was anything you wanted planted? Anything you like having fresh?" Mom started, picking up a bin of harvested fruits and veggies, holding it up for me to take before shooing me away.
"No Ma'am, I'm okay" He replied as I grabbed the bin.
"It's no problem, truly! This is your home, Harry. We all have our things. Lane likes the lemon tree; my mom loves her carrots and strawberries. Matt loves the raspberries. I want you to have things you like in here. You sure there isn't anything?" Mom asked again, Harry's lips parting before closing again, shaking his head. "Alright, well, if you think of anything, let me know. I need to start prepping for our next big planting. Some of these plants have seen better days" She huffed, scooping up the bunny who had crawled into the bed of strawberries. "Oh! Harry, can you wash this out for me?" Mom asked, grabbing a bucket that had leftover soil in it, tapping it out over the dirt before handing it to him; "Then bring it back. I want to put scraps for the bunnies in here" Harry nodded, grabbing the bin. "Delaney, show him to the kitchen, please"
Harry and I walked down the path to the main house, my fingers turning weight  as I struggled to carry the bucket of harvestable.
"Here" Harry stated, handing me the dirty bucket.
I frowned, "I don't want your bucket. My hands are full as it is"
His eyes rolled, grumbling, "Trade me. You're struggling"
"I'm fine" I huffed, shifting the bucket up, almost losing one of the apples.
Harry stopped walking, setting the empty bucket on the ground, reaching over and grabbing the full bucket from me, "Teamwork, right?" He said, not giving me time to reply before hiking the bucket up the porch steps; "This place is a fucking shit show" I heard him mutter as I picked up the empty container.
I frowned, following him.
Why is he constantly insulting the farm? I know it isn't luxurious, but it isn't like it isn't livable, and one can argue that he has the best lodging on the entire farm! 
I quickly met up with him in the kitchen, Harry placing the container of harvestable on the counter with a huff.
"That's why I'm so jacked" I teased, turning on the tap, letting it run in the farm sink whilst I grabbed a washcloth.
"You looked like your arms were going to fall off. Do you have an ounce of muscle in you?" He asked, my head tilting.
"Is that a fat joke?" I asked, my heart starting to pick up in pace as my stomach did a whirl of disappointment.
"What? No. I mean—" He fumbled. 
My arms crossed under my boobs, "Just because I have extra weight doesn't mean I'm incapable. I was doing just fine before you came in to save the day"
"That isn't what I was saying. Look, I'm sorry—" He tried but my head shook, dismissing him as I pulled the bucket closer to me, grabbing a few of the apples I'll need for later, washing them. "Delaney" He sighed, walking around the kitchen peninsula, hovering behind me as I rinsed out the bucket. "I can do that" he reached for the bucket, my grip tightening on it as I shook my head.
"It's fine" I dismissed, expecting him to give up and go away; only be proved wrong as he turned off the  tap, my brow furrowed as I looked over at him, "What are you doing—"
"I'm sorry" He apologized, confusing me even more. 
"For?"
"I don't mean to be rude. I'm not used to the change. I'm used to doing everything by myself" He sort've confessed. 
The way he said it made it feel like he was telling me some jaw dropping news, as if I haven't picked up on that clue already.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, turning the tap back on, only for Harry to turn it back off. "Harry!" I snapped, turning it back on, Harry yet again turning it off.
"No, listen, please" He begged, shocking me.
So he does have manners.
"I'm waiting" I hummed, Harry nodding, his throat swallowing before his lips parted.
"I wasn't making  a fat joke. I was trying to joke in general. I apologize if I unintentionally hurt your feelings. You joked that that's how you got jacked, so I joked back and I can see it didn't land. I apologize" he said, looking, and sounding sincere.
I sighed, setting moms bucket in the base of the sink, "Harry, it's fine. I was slightly pulling your leg. I know I have more flab than muscle. Trust me. I live in this body. I know how it works; and the bucket was heavy. So thank you for taking it, but I carry heavy things all the time. I know people who are fit struggle to understand when someone who has more weight on them says they're comfortable in their body.... but Harry, I'm not looking to be thin. I'm looking to be healthy. Thank you for clearing up the misunderstanding though. Can I uh, ask you something?" I asked, feeling like I needed to tread the waters carefully.
He nodded, turning the tap back on to finish washing out the bucket for my mom.
"Why do you refuse  to accept help? I know you've turned away my dad, telling him you've got the jobs. You won't let the dogs help you, even though they're trained to do so, and it's beneficial for them" I commented again, Harry stilling, the washcloth frozen at the  bottom of the bucket before he moved again. "We're not the Rickman's Harry" I reminded softly, hoping I don't accidently say the wrong thing.
"If you couldn't do it alone, you weren't worth doing the job and if  you didn't do the job, you didn't earn your keep" He stated, scrubbing the bottom of the bucket harshly.
"At the Rickman's?" I questioned, Harry nodding. "What do you mean earn your keep?" I asked, backing into the corner of the counter, my hips resting against the edge.
Harry exhaled through his nose, "You earned things. They weren't given to you" He stated, rinsing out the bucket before grabbing a rag to dry it.
"Earned what?" I pressed, hoping what was popping into my head was incorrect.
"Shelter. Food. Sleep" He listed, setting the bucket on the counter, drying his hands on the rag before placing it back on the  rack.
"Harry" I sighed, wishing I could hug him, but I knew my limits, "You were given shelter. You didn't have to earn it. You're always invited to family dinner, you refuse. Why is that?" I questioned, wishing to get as much out of him as I could since he was apparently willing to talk.
"I'm not the family. I'm the employee" He  stated, "I need to get this back to your mom and go finish my work for the night. Please bring me my dinner when it's ready" He said, grabbing the bucket and leaving me standing there dumbfounded and sad.
He  had  to earn his keep. 
I knew the Rickman's overworked their employers, but I didn't know he had to quite literally earn the right to sleep.
I could feel my eyes sting with tears at the idea of him being so overworked, and then not being allowed to sleep all because of what, a job not well done? 
That evening, my mom scooped Chicken Dumplings into a soup bowl, placing a bread roll on the side of the plate that was sitting underneath before sending me on my way to deliver his food.
I hated this.
I hate walking down this stupid fucking pathway to his rabbit shack of a home with my hands burning from the hot plate or bowl of food all because he didn't want to join us, or well.. I guess doesn't feel like he has the right, no matter how many times he's invited.
I knocked on the blue door, Harry calling out that it was open, my face scrunched as I twisted the knob, walking into what appeared to be an empty living space.
"Harry?" I called out, setting the bowl on the small table.
The bathroom door opened, Harry walking out, sweatpants sitting on his hips as a new black shirt covered his torso. Hair dripping wet, his fingers running through it, shuffling it around a bit before shoving it out of his face as he walked to the table.
God he looked yummy.
I tried to inhale as he got closer, hoping to inhale the scent of whatever he just bathed in, only to just smell my mothers Chicken Dumplings.
Harry sat down, sliding the plate over to him, grabbing the spoon only to look up at me.
"What?" He asked, "Did I forget something? Your dad said it looked good" He said, more so sounding worried rather than confident that  he's done for  the day.
"No, I uh.. um.. are you sure you don't want to come over for dinner?" I tried again, Harry giving a small nod as he spooned the soup into his mouth. "You're welcomed Harry. You've always been welcomed" I continued, wishing he felt worthy of joining our family.
Harry pulled out his phone, starting to scroll through it, silently dismissing me.
I sighed, leaving his house and walking back down that stupid dirt pathway that led right back to the gray rickety wooden stairs that flexed even more under my feet.
 I grabbed my bowl, dishing up my food as my dad and Grandma sat down; my brothers asking my mother something when Mimi asked, "Harry isn't joining us?" I shook my head, grabbing a roll, dishing myself the same way my mom did for Harry.
"Do guys mind if I eat alone tonight? I just want to decompress after today" I asked, my dad and Mimi shaking their heads, Grandma too caught up in whatever my mom had just asked her.
I thanked them, slipping away and walking down the hall towards my bedroom before taking a quick right turn down a hallway, slipping out a back door and quickly walking down the same dirt pathway.
Is this a bad choice? Am I royally fucking up right now? Should I just leave him alone? He didn't seem like he wanted to be around me.
I couldn't help but think about his confession of having to earn his keep. Of not being family; just being an employee.
He was far more than an employee.
I quickly knocked on the door again, having an internal war with myself of if I should make a run for it, the blue door opening, Harry looking confused.
"Did I forget something? I can do it right now" He stated, moving to slip on his shoes.
I quickly shook my head, "No. You're done for tonight" I eased, watching him freeze, looking up from his shoes to me. 
"Then... what are you doing here?" He asked, his eyes falling on the same dinner I had just delivered, looking even more confused.
"Do you mind if I join you for dinner?"
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I'm finally hitting the point in my outline where things start moving hehe
Written on: September 25th, 26th, 27th 2023
Published on: September 27th 2023
Word Count: 3869
Part Five
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tozettastone · 11 months
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Soup fic
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"Hello Shop Girl-san!" called a voice from the counter above. Fingers rapped on the wood over her head.
Monica emerged, red-eyed from the dust under the bench, with a stack of supplier invoices and receipts of payment in hand. She could feel that the bandana she used to keep her hair covered and in line was lopsided on her head.
She used to get things done on a computer: a sleek little tablet that could fit inside an envelope. There was a point of sale system she connected via a single USB-c cable.
The elemental nations did not have point of sale systems or cute little tablets. They barely had books—the people here loved their scrolls, for some reason.
Her customer was a tall, dark-haired fellow in an orange mask that obscured his face and clashed magnificently with the red clouds on his clothes.
"Hi there," she said brightly.
Monica thought he had serious major character vibes, and hoped that somewhere in this stack of receipts was the one from having paid her shop's insurance. The ninja clause was paper thin, but it was in there.
"Ne, sister, is it really okay to be taking a nap down there during business hours?" her customer wondered. He had an incredibly exaggerated voice and a childish way of speaking. Major-major character vibes.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't hear you come in," she said. The change of light from the dimness under the register to the bright sunlight through the shop windows struck Monica, then. She tried very hard not to sneeze. "I was looking for pape—um, paperwork..."
No, she was losing that battle. She held up one finger "Scu—scuse me..." And then she turned her head away to unleash an almighty sneeze into her arm. "I didn't hear you come in," she said, again. "You ninja are all so quiet."
Ninja were the only people on the planet who would intentionally bypass the bell over her door and then get mad that she didn't magically notice their presence when they actually wanted her. (A lot of things were different when you accidentally switched planets into a cartoon. But customer service was pretty identical... unfortunately.)
The mask, and its rim of dark hair, tilted.
"Is that so...?" He tapped the chin of the mask like he was giving it really serious consideration.
Monica bowed a little. Couldn't hurt. The people here loved their bowing, too, but they were much better at judging how deep and for how long to bow than she was. "What can I help you with, Shinobi-san?"
He thumped his hand into his palm like a little hammer. "I'm looking for your super extra mega special supreme lunch soup!"
"Eh?" Monica blinked. "My what?"
"Your super extra mega special supreme lunch s—"
"Ah, yes, yes, I heard you... But I don't sell anything called that. It's just what you see here, Shinobi-san." She gestured to her display case, which was where she kept the home cooked food.
There were some things in there that were "different," by local standards. Sweets here trended in the direction of fruit or coffee jellies, mochi, things with soft rice flour and red bean pastes or sweet buns. Sometimes they had fancy light cheese cakes, or very occasionally, chocolates. Some of those things were available on the shelves, like the sugar crusted melon bread in its individual plastic wrappers, but Monica had not the first idea how to make them.
She watched the ninja as he made a grand show of bending over and examining the case. Today the dishes she was offering were only two: a savoury meat pie, which was made with a hot water crust pastry, slow cooked beef, root vegetables and mushrooms, and a sweet dessert she made with paper-thin layered pastry, walnuts smashed to a paste, and honey. She'd labelled them "savoury meat pie," and "sweet pastry (contains nuts)" so it wasn't going to take the ninja more than two seconds to recognise that neither was "super extra mega special supreme lunch soup."
He took about a minute, peering at one and whirling to bend over and examine the other, cloak fluttering.
Monica had seen that cloak before, on several people. Some of them gave her major character vibes, but some were utterly unremarkable. That big guy with the pencil moustache? She'd seen him once and he'd looked barely filled in: mid-tone skin, a red nose, colourless grey hair...
That was the other thing about living in an animated world. Most people had bland clothes and indistinct designs, and most of them were pretty uniform. There was none of the natural variation of the real world: everyone was of the same builds, the same hair styles in the same brown hair, the same clothing. Except major characters. Major characters were distinct. They all had something: weird clothes, brightly coloured hair or eyes—or even a silhouette that was totally unique. Something that would stand out on the page or the screen.
Which brought Monica back to this ninja. The cloak was one she'd seen before, but they mask and the fluffy dark hair were both crisp and decided. He stuck out.
In her old life, Monica had never really thought she was missing out when she'd given up on a long anime. But... she wished she'd watched more, now that she lived in it.
"These aren't soup!" he decided eventually. It took some time.
"I know," said Monica patiently. She didn't think she'd ever sold a soup—she made soups out of leftover vegetables and misshapen roots from the garden. They weren't pretty enough to sell to paying customers. She'd occasionally given a beggar or an orphan a cup for free, or any particularly unfortunate looking person who wandered into her store, but she didn't see how this man could have ended up with one of those. Whatever organisation employed ninja in those big cloaks, she doubted they were strapped for cash.
...she didn't have any right now anyway.
"Do you want me to put the pie filling in a cup? That's kind of a stew." A very thick stew.
He turned to look at her very, very intently. Then he stuck his butt out and began wiggling like a happy puppy. For... Some reason. "That would be so kind of you, sister."
She left him exclaiming over shelf-stable mochi while she went into her back room. It was also her kitchen. There was a tiny bedroom above it, so the heat from her cooking rose and kept it tolerably warm all autumn. Monica had lived in worse places. Especially here.
In the kitchen she thinned a serve of pie filling—which had to stew before she could bake it into a case anyway—with extra vegetable broth, stirred it up and decanted it into a broad paper cup.
Whatever Mr Major Character Vibes had come for, he left with his cup of soup, looking extremely pleased with himself—in as much as someone whose entire face was mask could be pleased.
Monica was just relieved that she'd gotten him out of her shop. She went back to trying to find her butcher's receipt for last month, interrupted only by other sales to much more mundane people—two small, gap-toothed children sent on an errand to buy beer and dried fish, an elderly lady who needed bleach, a burly guy who came looking for a pot in which to cook rice and pretended he was so incompetent about cooking that he couldn't figure out which to pick.
She finally found the receipt at about three, which was when a harried grandmother herded five children into her shop and asked for pies and sweets for all of them.
"I like your hair, sister," said the smallest girl when Monica handed her a folded cardboard box full of pie.
"Thanks," said Monica. She raised her hands to her head and realised her hair was escaping her bandana. "Oops. I'd better fix that, huh?"
The girl smiled at her through a mouthful of meat and gravy.
Once she saw the grandmother and her kids out Monica tucked her hair away again. It was a strange irony that, while in her regular life, she'd never even thought to dye her hair from its natural dark brown, now that she too was animated, her hair had turned out to be a mass of thick, dark red curls.
And yeah. Monica knew what that meant.
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coentinim · 2 months
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Cuisine for my portfolio project fantasy world...
Penbre has a bit of a unique cuisine:
So, a delicacy for the rich of these region are bird cherry almonds (it can also refer to a center of a nut pit, not just the fruit of the almond tree) is to toast and grind them, and them boil them in honey until a rough, rudimentary mazipan is created.
A common dish is rutapaga stew served with some oat bread (oat bread is delicious).
A late spring favorite are thinly sliced radishes served with melted butter, and are eaten on seasonal occasions by all social classes.
On summer, some rutapaga breads are served, nice and soft with simply a little bit of butter.
A common winter dish is rowan confied in salted lard (just the fat). Is typically spread on bread.
A special occasion's dish is duck stuffed with cattails in more swampy villages.
In the city, chocolate is a popular treat for those who can afford it. It's typically drank as hot chocolate based in water, aromatized with cream and berries.
The monastary produces cheeses that are covered with some lie de vin, but instead of raisins it's stuff like cranberries. It gives a winy, cranberry flavor to them. Some are wrapped in nettle, giving it a greener taste.
As for HP...
Peony Lestrange being cute...Can I please have headcanons ?
I'm not sure what some of this foods are or what they mean but I appreciate your attention to detail.
Peony would be cute when embarassed. Because she's like those heroes in period dramas who like, face a public whipping barely flinching or smile with pride and resistance when tortured and humiliated, showing how tough they are. But she blushes and looks away when Neville holds her hands in a comforting way. That's very cute imo but also sad. Like, I think she barely cries, but would cry in the arms of someone she knows will love and accept her as she is. She's also cute when she has a sweet craving and eats a lot of cookies. She rarely eats sweets, but when she does, she eats so much it puts Ron to shame. She used to be ashamed of this (unladylike savage behavior!@*@&!*), but then she stopped caring.
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pheita · 5 months
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OC Recipe Tag
I was tagged by @tabswrites a few days ago but too busy.
Here we are
Tagging @writernopal @thebejeweledwatercat @abalonetea @cljordan-imperium @ashen-crest @ettawritesnstudies
Rules: share a recipe your OC would make, either one passed down to them or one they found all by themselves. Bonus if you have an actual recipe to link! Some OCs can't cook to save their lives, but let's talk about the ones who can! :D
I do this for Sojan, because this man loves to cook and bake, it calms him.
Somewhere in the series, I mention something I named winter man which is some bastardization of a German tradition of Stutenkerle for St. Nicholas Day on December 6th in some areas of the country where children get some sweet doughy figures kinda of looking like gingerbread man, but about 10 inch tall often with a clay pipe in their hands and with dried fruits and nuts as face and buttons pressed on them. They are actually made of sweet yeast dough with some spices. Have the recipe for some future cold night treats coming. I wrote it down in the metric measures I know but did the conversion to cups for my fellow American folks because I know how much converting recipes sucks.
Dislcaimer for my German friends: That is the version I grew up with. I know there are plenty of variations of this out there.
Stutenkerls (Sweet Dough Guys [yes that's the literal translation, don't sue me])
220ml milk 3/4 cup and 3 Tblsp
500g wheat flour 4 1/2 cups
80g granulated sugar 1/3 cup
1 tblsp lemon zest
1 package dry yeast
100g butter 1/2 cup (little less than a stick)
1 egg
honey
1 teaspoon cinnamon
dried fruits and nuts to your liking, traditional are almonds and raisins
Warm up the milk to be still comfortable to touch, and add a teaspoon of honey and dry yeast. Let it sit for 10-15 min to create a pre-dough.
In the meantime, weigh your other ingredients and prepare the oversized cookie cutter. You can either cut out a figure shape from a box and cut around it later, or get a huge gingerbread man cutter at least 8 inches big.
Add sugar, flour, lemon zest, cinnamon, and butter and knead it until a smooth slightly sticky dough comes together. Let it rise for at least 45 minutes, 1h is better.
Once it has risen, roll it out about an inch /2,5cm thick and cut out your figures. If you don't want to cut them out or have a cutter, you can also form them by parting the dough in 6 portions and rolling them into thick logs you can cut into to create the limbs and head.
Preheat your oven to 180°C/ 375°C Fahrenheit. Put your little figure on a backing tray and cover them with egg wash. Create a face and little decorations with nuts and dried fruits. You can even bend and twist the limbs into various positions if you feel up to it.
Bake for around 20 minutes until golden brown. If you feel fancy, you can dust the freshly baked sweet dough guys with granulated sugar or a cinnamon/sugar mix to make them extra sweet.
Note: I also omitted the whole nuts and fruits thing sometimes and went in with chocolate piped in thin lines as face and so on. Be creative.
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stardewremixed · 1 year
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hii I love your blog, your headcanons are really fun to read.
I just saw your pasta post and I wanted to ask you, could you write something similar, but with desserts? like, the bachelors and Bachelorettes favorite desserts, I they can cook them or not, etc
Thanks :) I hope you have a nice day
Love this idea! I will absolutely do this. tagging @bored-farmer
🍨 Stardudes Favorite Desserts 🍨
Alex
Despite working at the ice cream stand, he doesn't particularly like ice cream, but he enthusiastically shares suggestions for flavors based on your mood or preferences.  
Alex is grateful that the owner lets him experiment with flavors. His latest creation? Pancake ice cream!!! Buttermilk ice cream with maple syrup and chunks of chocolate covered bacon. Oh yeah! Who doesn’t love breakfast?
Evelyn's desserts are the best in the world. He has a very "YOU-CAN-FIGHT-ME-if-you-disagree" mentality about it. He's uber protective of his Granny.
Chocolate chip is his fave. He won't even look at someone else's cookies, but if you're friends with both Evelyn and Alex, he would invite the Farmer to join a baking session. He would purposely throw flour in your hair to be playful. 
As a kid, Alex recalls sitting in the kitchen and enjoying a cookie and milk after school. Evelyn would kindly ask about his day and sweep the crumbs off his shirt when he was done.
If in a romantic relationship with him, Alex would be strangely blushy if you swept crumbs off his shirt. He views it as a very caring gesture, and associates feelings of warmth and care with it.
When married to him, Alex is over the moon whenever you bake dog treats for Dusty. 
Elliott
This man knows his wines and chocolates. Every chocolate has the perfect pairing. White chocolate and Moscato. Milk chocolate and Pinot Noir. Dark chocolate and Merlot. 
Really loves chocolate covered pomegranate seeds. Any kind of chocolate covered fruit really. If you dance with him at the Flower Festival, he will send you chocolate covered strawberry as a thank you. 
Leah talked him into painting with chocolate once. It was a messy experience. Watch the hair! Never again. 
He savors every experience. He never eats fast. Each bite of exceptional chocolate is followed by a happy little hum. 
Is actively petitioning Mayor Lewis for a Stardew Chocolate Festival. If in a relationship with the farmer, he would recommend their chocolate covered fruits and nuts, and suggest chocolate infused honey. 
In the fall, he craves your pomegranate crisp. Would borrow an ice cream maker from Marnie to churn homemade fresh vanilla to go with this famous dessert. Probably called Willy over to help. He would show up at the farm, puffing hair out of his face, and surprise you with the dessert. 
Harvey
Likes a little mandel bread with his morning coffee. A crisp, twice-baked Jewish cookie like biscotti. He pulls the cookie out of the jar, and nibbles on it while waiting for his coffee to brew. A delightful morning ritual.
His mother taught him how to make Sufganiyot (jelly-filled donuts) served around Hanukkah. Harvey pulls out his rolling pin, apron, and baking tools every year for this tradition. Then he serves the donuts down at the VA. While there he would try to cheer up Kent and Linus. His donuts are one of the only things that make them happy, and he takes pride in bringing joy to these men who served his country. 
Harvey wouldn’t keep any donuts for himself. So if there are any leftover, he will pass them out for free at the Winter Night Market. Hey, they go great with coffee. 
Closes the clinic for the day to drive to Zuzu in early winter. The city is the only place he can find the traditional Hanukkah gelt (gold coin chocolates) and candied dreidels. If in a relationship with him, he invites you along for the trip. You enjoy jazz during the road trip. He packs hot cocoa in a thermos and an extra scarf for the trip. He’s embarrassed to admit that he forgot an extra cup. You’ll have to share. (now Harvey, is that so bad?) 😉
Sam
Hands down. A root beer float guy. Any kind of soda float guy. Strawberry. Cola. Orange. Grape. Makes funny ice cream moustaches with Vincent. Jodi comes in the kitchen wondering what all the giggling is about. 
Would be genuinely so surprised that people make alcoholic root beer. His excitable little grin warms your heart. Doesn’t realize how addicting these are. Would slosh back multiples on the lake pier with Shane (who is very what-the-fizzlesticks about it). Wakes up the next day with a hangover. 
Absolutely a breakfast pastry lover. Cinnamon rolls. Muffins. Turnovers. Bagels. Croissants. Danishes. Strudels. Maple bars are, of course, his favorite. 
When he was a kid, Kent would take him out early on Saturday mornings so Jodi could sleep in. They would pick up donuts, coffee, and the newspaper. When he arrived back at the house, Sam would whistle the Reveille (the military morning bugle song) to let his mom know they arrived. Jodi hated it, but Kent was secretly so proud his son remembered the song.  
Would promise his whole class that he would bring something for the bake sale. Jodi always sighed because she wasn’t “informed,” but she made the desserts anyway. 
Sam is pretty abysmal in the kitchen, constantly distracted, missing the timer, running back to the fridge for ingredients he forgot, leaving the oven on after taking stuff out. But if you offered to make sweets with him, he would make his absolute best effort. 
An ideal date night would be making cinnamon sticks to eat with pizza drizzled with honey from your farm. If you fell asleep in his room, he would reheat a few in the morning and bring you coffee in bed.  
Sebastian
Rolls his own mochi. He gets really into it too. Spends a day picking out the best ingredients.
Makes a cooking music playlist that sounds nothing like what a normal cooking playlist would sound like. Heavy metal, some goth punk, random alternative.
Headphones on, he would cook in the middle of the night. That's when he is least likely to be disturbed. Unless of course Robin is working late on your farm. If she happens in, he gives his mom a taste.
If in a romantic relationship, Seb would invite you to join him in making mochi. And he would carry you home after you passed out at 2am, tuck you in bed, kiss you on the forehead, and leave you mochi in your freezer.
Shane
He's a quick and easy kind of guy. Cookies, candy, ice cream. Gets a good employee discount at Joja so he can stock up on his faves. Best hangover food.
Frequently patronizes Alex's stand in the summertime. The ice cream tastes better. He might even hang out for a bit and chat gridball with Alex if he has nothing better to do.
Sometimes Evelyn leaves him cookies. He likes her rocky road bites. The crunchy sweetness is delicious.
Egg custard tarts are a favorite of his. Best with fresh eggs from the Ranch. Every year Marnie makes it for Shane on his birthday.
If in a romantic relationship with him, he would learn how to hand crank ice cream just for you, with fresh cream from Marnie's ranch and a big bag of ice from Pierre's (once Joja closes, he would get a job there).
Lance 
can’t wait until they serve stardrop sorbet at Alex’s ice cream stand. It only happens once a year. Sets his alarm extra early that morning. Shows up before they’re even open.
would be over the moon if you baked him a golden pumpkin pie. 
If in a romantic relationship, he comes home just for your kisses - it’s dessert enough. 😘 Brings you a treat from his latest travel spot. 
Magnus 
working on creating a dessert elixir - it would sweeten any poor quality food for a short time. 
anything with black licorice - even in coffee. 
definitely likes spooky treats - bat brownies, ghost marshmallows, candy corn pretzel spiders. 
bakes winter star cookies every winter. Drops sprinkles all over the kitchen. 
appreciates if the Farmer brings him sweets while he’s double checking the magical barrier. 
Victor 
has expensive taste and knows it. You can blame Olivia. 
also loves stardrop sorbet. He makes happy little sounds when he eats it. 
loves coffee-flavored desserts. Cappucino mousse is his self-declared favorite, but he enjoys coffee-flavored ice cream in the summers. 
waits in line a long time for his favorite truffle popcorn. It may not be a typical dessert, but it’s a delicious snack. 
orders tiramisu from a specific bakery in Zuzu City. If in a romantic relationship with the Farmer, he would share. 
I'll do the bachelorettes next. Hope you enjoyed!
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So pregnancy cravings can get weird. But sometimes they get super weird. Like tuna, chocolate cake, and pickles all mixed together in a disgusting mush (sorry for that visual) and the omega is happily eating this and the alpha is like staring in utter horror. The omega looks up and is like "u want some?" And alpha is like "Uh no thanks". Who do you think would have those kinds of cravings. I don't have specific show or game in mind so you can pick lol.
This inspired me!
I'm going to randomise three foods for some characters and rate their pregnancy craving combo! Let me know which sounds the yummiest and which sounds the most delicious!
NARUTO
Naruto: Grilled chicken and alfredo sauce in a bagel - 9/10 - A pretty solid combination!! Basically a creamy, chicken sandwich! I can just imagine him bringing a whole load with him to work and accidentally dripping the alfredo sauce all over the hokage robes at least three times a week.
Sasuke: Kiwi, sweetcorn and hotdogs - 4/10 - The only reason it's got a four is I'm scared for the combinations in the future and don't want to start off too low. Seriously, Sasuke, wtf though??? Kiwi and hotdogs 🤮 I bet he'd eat it all proper like at the dining table too, like it was a normal thing to eat for dinner. At least it's something he can cook for himself very easily?
Shino: Potatoes, brownies and greenbeans - 3/10 - Shino lowkey strikes me as vegetarian, I don't know if that's disproven on the show or not, but I think that in my soul, so this makes sense. It doesn't make it any less disgusting though! He really couldn't just have potatoes and greenbeans huh, he just had to add brownies into the mix. It's disgusting, but the way his face lights up every time you bring him a bowl of it, it's just so cute, you can't deny him!
Neji: Grapefruit, oranges and sesame seeds - 10/10 - While not the sort of thing I'd eat, this sounds pretty pleasant! Citrus fruit with some sesame seeds! It also made me nod my head when it came up, because yes, this seems like a very Neji thing to crave. It's super healthy and we all know Neji gets a bit obsessively healthy while pregnant. I imagine him measuring out and weighing all the ingredients to add to his notebook where he tracks his nutrition along with about 1000 other things lol. Cute.
Gaara: Chilli peppers, almonds and lemonade - 0/10 - Gaara, respectfully, what the fuck 🙃 Like, does he crush it into a paste, does he eat it like a lemonade ramen, do I even want to know??? But you know he eats it with a very small but cute satisfied smile on his face while the bowl rests on his tummy... Cute but still gross.
BNHA
Midoriya: Courgette, cauliflower and pecan nuts - 8/10 - I really hate courgettes, but this is a pretty decent combination though! Healthy and pretty normal! He definitely likes it when his alpha spoon feeds him sometimes, so it's good that it isn't a gross combination.
Bakugou: Habanero chilli, raspberries and elderberries - 4/10 - Spicy berries? Okay... I mean, I'm not surprised that Bakugou craves spicy food, but still... Maybe he makes it into a coolie or something? He's good enough at cooking to do that. Or maybe he makes a demented smoothie lol. I can see him bringing smoothies to work, like a protein shake, but it's actually just spicy berries lol.
Shinsou: Croutons, mayonnaise and breadcrumbs - 4/10 - Is this just mayonnaise with two forms of bread... That's pretty sickly but not as inherently gross as some of the others on this list. But thinking about him just spooning mayonnaise covered croutons into his mouth does make me want to 🤮 But it also lowkey makes me think of wiping the stray mayo off of his face when he's finished and that's kinda cute actually idk
MYSTIC MESSENGER
Yoosung: Blackberries, broccoli and sweet potatoes - 7/10 - Idk, this sounds kinda good. Blackberries match well with savoury foods and it's got the heartiness of the sweet potatoes, the freshness of the broccoli and the sweetness of the blackberries. Shame it takes you forever to figure it out because Yoosung never eats these kinds of foods, and also he doesn't know how to cook sweet potatoes so you're going to have to do it for him lol. Yoosung spends most of his pregnancy crying, so I'm just imagining a sobbing Yoosung, slowly spooning this concoction into his mouth lol.
Jumin: Goji berries, peach and lemon grass - 7/10 - Why am I not surprised? Is this Jumin's craving or the craving his dietician suggested for him? Either way, he definitely claims not to have any cravings, saying he's only eating a lot of this because it's good for him. I bet he gets his chefs to make it into a liquid so he can sip something out of his wine glass and pretend he isn't forbidden his favourite drink :(
Saeran: Tangerines, unsweetened chocolate and brown sugar - 8/10 - I don't see why the chocolate is unsweetened when he covers the whole thing in sugar, but that's okay, he can do what he wants baby 🥺 I'm not surprised he has something so sweet, it's his comfort flavour. I can imagine him eating through a giant bowl of the stuff as best he can while pressed flush against you. He's definitely going to get you covered in sugar... But it's okay, he's so cute you have to forgive him!
OBEY ME
Satan: Watercress and aubergine in a bagel - 5/10 - I mean, it's weird ngl, but it doesn't make me want to gag, so that's good! You know he's happy when you make the bagel open and make the plate all fancy looking with some lemon juice and black pepper or something, and a fresh flower in a vase of course! If you bring that on a tray, Satan is very happy and feeling pleasantly spoilt.
Simeon: Wine, portabello mushrooms and lemons - 1/10 - because Simeon baby, you're not supposed to drink alcohol whether there are mushrooms in it or not 😫😫 Maybe it's different for angels?? I hope so!
Barbatos: Cherries, mustard and turmeric - 1/10 - okay, I'm going to end it with him because 🤢 I can't take much more of this. Sure, he probably displays it in a fancy cocktail glass, making it look delicious and fancy, but that's worse because it just hits harder that it's such a gross combination! I'm just imagining a bastardised version of a tiramisu, but the layers are mustard and cherry jam, and the dusting on top is turmeric.... And with that cursed image, I'm going to finish this post lol.
So, the best cravings are: Neji and Naruto!
And the worst cravings are: Gaara, Simeon and Barbatos!
Hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks for the fun idea!!
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Glaive eating habits and food preferences? Who cooks and who eats what and when?
Ooo, sure sure anonie! (even though my eating habits aren´t great either) This will also serve as reminder to everyone to not ditch food and water!
Again, so sorry for the delay on your ask. But lots of you had such intricated and complex questions. Hope you will like it, I tried to answer it in some kind of order, but then my ADHD kicked in so it´s little chaotic!
(Libertus possessed me so he could nag on all his idiots for not eating on this ask)
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Just for some clarification Galadh cuisine is in my humble opinion mashed asia/mediterranean dishes. Which means lot of meat (seafood and fish especially), heavy spices, vegetables, noodles, rice etc.
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Luche has only two moods the normal and workaholic. In workaholic mood he neglects food and water (And gets scolded for that)
Purely fuctions on coffeine when in working mood
Sweet tooth, usually has in his pocket some chocolate or anything similiar (In Galadh is chocolate pricey stuff, and Luche was on cloud 9 when he bought some from his first paycheck)
Luche´s good cook when he´s got time for it (his chocolate mousse is a hit! anything he does with a chocolate is great actually)
when everything is hectic or Luche is just drained, some good galadhian take out or Yamachang saves the day
I am telling on Luche ... Again when in workaholic mood (after he gets scolded and Lib brings him some food) he tends to eat fast and on the move
You see, Luche´s got some refined taste buds. Which means caviar, red wine, oysters, and any other fancy food, you could think of (I once read a fic where Luche was being expert at red wine and mayyybeee little bit of snob, and it stuck with me)
Luche and his eating schedule ... it´s complicated. Like on day off he would have three full meals with a snacks. But with how he´s busy it´s hardly one meal a day
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Tredd is in my personal headcanon a gym rat
so naturally he´s got some cooking skills (Tredd can be creative when he wants to be)
always has some protein bar as a snack or some protein shake
Tredd learned how to make a homemade jerky, it´s pretty tasty (even Libertus said so!)
He speaks with his mouth full of food (it irritates me, because I sometimes do that too, when I am telling some story)
Tredd loves meat! Protein for his muscles is important. So steaks, or ribs covered in barbeque sauce are quite guilty pleasure.
as almost every galadhian he loves flavourful food with tons of spices
strikes me as person who doesn´t like broccoli (probably ain´t that fond of most vegetable in general)
I didn´t forget of Tredd´s fondness of hot chocolate with chilli ( still denies he likes that stuff )
has planner on his phone when he should eat (it helps him a lot)
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THE MAIN COOK OUT THERE! (No, seriously without him would half the glaives starved to death or eat only a junk food )
Libertus strikes me as a stress and emotional eater (me too Lib)
apart from being great cook, Lib mixes drink like no other (okay, Nyx is very close on that scale)
it´s probably not a eating habbit, but I can see Libertus having a nap after a good food
I support opinion that Lib is connossier (that man can say if it´s authentical galadhian dish from across the room)
"Everything can be good, as long as it´s properly cooked and salted." - Libertus Ostium
on completely different note: He threatens people to eat, because nourishment is important for your body to be strong and healthy. Once threatened Nyx that he would spoon feed him that food, if he doesn't comply. And Libertus really did spoon feed him.
obvi eats whenever he wants at least three meals a day
Libertus taste pallete is pretty colourful (Lib is like Gordon Ramsay of Eos XD)
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I believe Pelna likes to eat his food with a company ( a nice habit from his home that prevailed)
He loves fruit and nuts! For example papaya, apples, bananas, melons and grapes are his favourites. As for nuts definitively macadamia nuts and coconut.
Pescetarian - so fish and seafood, and other animal products such as eggs and milk or honey
He often brings the dryed mix as a snacks that he shares with everyone ( Luche´s the one who eats all the chocolate if it´s in there)
dear Pelna skips breakfast, just hates eat in the morning (feels too heavy and full)
boy is ice-cream lover! Pistacio is his favourite!
Pelna´s having bigger lunch, dinner and probably some drink with friends, I may add that through whole day he snacks
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Nyx drinks lots of beer or alcohol in general (I mean he was a bartender with Lib. Yet I can´t help but think that maybe drinking is his bad coping mechanism )
very proficient at mixing drinks
another troublemaker who Lib needs to yell at to get some food ( And Lib is 100% done with all of them. He started to cook more food and divides it into lunch boxes, which shares among them)
Like Nyx in kitchen is not bad at all, he owned bar with Lib for god sake! (isn´t probably one for the most complicated dishes, but whatever he cooks is good and edible)
was born and raised on galadhian dishes, so naturally those he cooks pretty well
but Nyx never says no to good pepperoni pizza that has some kick or burger with crispy fries and homemade sauce
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Crowe can eat the most griesiest food ever and not gaining a gram of fat ( her metabolism is too fast + being a mage is tiring and requires a lot of energy to burn)
and because of it she eats all the time, be it snacks or full meal
she isn´t fond of any vegetable salat (it makes her more hungry)
Crowe bakes and she´s dam good at it! We don´t talk about her cooking ... safety reasons
most definitively obssessed with cheese of any kind
green tea with lemon is SACRED!
hates black coffee like plague (is fond of hazelnut cappuccino tho)
has secret stash of snacks (chips, chocolate, bonbons, ...) no one knows where she hides it
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Axis as a right parent doesn´t waste food, so if his children leave any leftovers, he eats it after them
he´s trying to set good example for his children with right eating habits (but his night raids on the fridge are hard to miss )
every morning drinks black coffee with lots of sugar ( it could kill a man)
I do believe that Axis grew every vegetable and fruit on their farm (so he literally uses anything as cooking ingredient)
Axis actually does the cooking in their family. (he had to take care of himself) Those dishes may be simple, but delicious
Axis loves green pea! When he was younger Axis often sneaked out to the garden to pick some
was taught canning (pickles, blumes,..) and how to made marmelade (let´s just said that glaives are obssessed with that)
usually eats breakfast and dinner with his family, lunch spents at HQ with comrades
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Soni over there is also gym rat like Tredd
he puts protein powder almost everywhere
Sonitus loves soups! Especially fish soup, his dad used to make
eats fish and seafood frequently (he lived near the sea coast so), mostly with vegetables and rice
enjoys pudding too much to be healthy (he´s not much into sweet things)
Soni sometimes takes too big bites of food and hardly chews them (then almost chokes)
strikes me as a person of few perfectly mastered dishes, then anything else is just average or disaster
enjoyes fresh juices (orange or ananas ones) or smoothies
he may be busy with glaive duties, but tries to maintain some order in eating habits like breakfast is at 8 am, lunch around 1-2 pm, dinner at 7 pm
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if you though Luche and Nyx non-eating was bad, think again because Drautos takes the crown (hehe, quite literally)
Man survives on coffee and bourbon alone
his cooking ain´t the worst but not the best, he knows the basic at least (but mostly orders something cuz busy captain and all that jazz )
Titus + barbecue = The best experience in your existence!
Titus was almost whole life in military, so he isn´t picky eater either
his eating schedule is non - existent If Libertus woudn´t bring often some food to his office ( Lib puts harshly full plate of heavenly smelling food before him. " Sir, there´s a deal because I am this close to murder someone in this house for not taking care of themselves properly. So I will sit quietly in this chair and you will eat all this food on the plate. If not ..." *angry galadhian stare)
that man can eat whole chicken alone and still would want add a second
Titus loves homemade food + points if there is meat in it (those military food packs they get makes him sick, almost forgets how good food taste)
guilty pleasure is strawberry cake with whipped cream (his older sister made him always one on his birthday)
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I'm want to host a fondue night for some friends, do you have any recipes or tips for favorite things to dip? I'm gonna be doing it in a slow cooker, if that's relevant at all.
I was thinking of having both cheese and chocolate available.
If you’re doing it in a slow cooker, bear in mind that, depending on the size of your slow cooker, you’re going to need a lot more cheese or chocolate or whatever to cover the bottom and keep it from burning. Slow cookers can’t, in general I don’t think, go as low as a fondue pot can. At least, an adjustable fondue pot, I have some fondue pots that are just on or off. 
Anyway, I have a HUGE fondue party every year, so I do have some general stuff that I think is a help. 
Make sure you have everything precut and laid out. It looks more attractive, it’s easier, it encourages more social use of the fondue. 
Give everyone their own fork and put different washi tapes on the end of them to keep them apart. It removes easily, can be cheap if you go onto etsy and buy a box of surprise scraps, and is fun. 
 Things that are great for cheese: Bread, pretzels, vegetables (which I usually give a quick blanch to soften just a touch), little smokies (god I miss the turkey little smokies. They were sheer perfection), but don’t be afraid to get a little weird, as well! Ravioli, for example, are realy good dipped in cheese. So are pickles. 
Things that are great for chocolate: Pound cake, macaroons, fruit, peanut butter cookies, dried fruit, oatmeal cookies, and don’t forget more decadent things here and there like figs, which can add a real high-class air to your party but really aren’t THAT much more nuts per pound than things like dried fruit. 
Also consider looking at your local goodwill and getting a frydaddy and doing oil fondue! This is always the HUGE hit of my party, is doing meat and such in hot oil. You can also do hotpot style hot broth, but trust me when I say oil adds a level of searing and also sexy danger that is always a huge hit. Obviouslty if you do broth everything has to be VERY thinly sliced, if you do oil just make sure none of your guests are idiots. This is also a good place to do tater tots which can then be dipped in cheese! Also meat is great for this, I doubt you know anyone who keeps kosher enough to be bothered by it but if you have vegetarians you may want to ask how sensitive they are to the idea of crosspollination. The oil fondue always has the bbiggest crowd at my parties. 
Now, my Fonjew party has a ton of people at it, generally, so how I do it is: 
2 oil fonudes (for crowding)
2 cheese fondues: 1 traditional fondue with raclette and wine and all that shit, and one that’s a cheddar-beer concotion. 
3 dessert fondues: Chocolate, a plain caramel, and then a rotator, which has been chocolate peanut butter, chocolate strawberry, and this year may be chocolate mint. These are made in smaller pots. 
Recipes are pretty easy! I’ll have to wait till I get home to give you my ~traditional Swiss~ recipe because I got it out of an old 70s cookbook and I make it exactly once a year, but my beer cheese fondue is really simple and straightforward:
Ratio of cheese to beer to cream is 4:1:.333 and you can make this in any size from there. 
Cheddar -- shredded, but YOU HAVE TO SHRED IT. THIS IS ESSENTIAL. 
Heavy cream--because most cheddar with really well developed flavor is not a super good melter, we’re adding fat to the situation. 
Beer-- this should be a good beer, that you like. I really recommend brown ales for this but I’ve had many things work. I made it once with a saison and it was incredible. 
Mustard--I use maille old style
Garlic-- finely chopped or a paste
Salt and pepper -- you can certainly use different herbs and such, but I find it gilds the lily. 
So shred your cheese BY HAND and coat it with a little bit of flour. Then heat your beer slowly, low medium, to a gentle simmer to cook off a little bit of the alcohol, but don’t let it boil or you’ll destroy the flavor. Add the cream and bring it back up to a steaming simmer. Add in mustard and garlic. SLOWLY AND EASILY add the cheese, stirring between small handfuls for good melting. Speed is your enemy here. After you’ve done all the cheese, add salt and pepper. You will likely need very little to no salt.
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🍩🍃 and/or 📣?
🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?
Arthur (he/any): pretty much anything with sugar and/or artificial flavoring. he wasn't raised with homemade meals and has a very unhealthy diet because he's lived off of frozen meals his whole life. she likes fruit-flavored candy over chocolate. she really likes frostees and slushies and stuff. shit he'd love those slushies from sonic that are made from, like, powerade and have nerds (candy) on them.
Gwen (she/her): ice cream. doesn't really matter what kind, but she has a definite preference for chocolately things. although, i think she'd prefer coffee ice cream.
Leylo (she/whatever): doesn't particularly have a sweet tooth, but likes chocolate-covered nuts, oreos, and sour candies. also likes those hot tamale candies.
Zach (he/whatever): sweet breads and pastries. would also like cobblers and pies.
Honey Nut Alpha Supreme (she/whatever): she loves homemade sweets. not really a fan of pre-packaged candies but really loves homemade stuff.
putting the rest under a cut lol
🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?
Arthur: not particularly a fan of nature, mostly because he's allergic to Everything Ever. loves to look at cool bugs, tho.
Gwen: Gwen has lived in many different climates and biomes and would challenge your definition of "nature," as it is far too broad. however, she likes visiting watering holes and such. she really likes parks, because they're typically closer to cities.
Leylo: was raised in the forests of the pacific northwest and does not wish to move back there! but she loves mountains and likes to go for walks in and around them. she also really likes snow and snow activities, like sledding.
Zach: has to live in the woods or else he will die (that's a hyperbole, but he loves being secluded in the woods). he really likes just going for walks around the woods, especially if he finds bugs or mushrooms or something cool. he's good at hunting, but he doesn't really hunt much b/c it's not really necessary for his survival anymore.
Honey: YES. she needs to have at least 3 barn animals at all times or she will die (also a hyperbole). she really likes fishing! i'd imagine that she doesn't normally eat meat besides fish, because she's had cows and chickens and pigs her whole life and it feels too weird to eat them. most of the time, when she fishes, she just throws the fish back in the water after she catches it. that's usually what ppl do when they catch a fish they can't eat (or don't want to eat). other than fishing, she likes normal farm activities and just doing things outside. like she'll take what she's doing inside and sit in the grass and do it instead.
📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
Arthur: kinda loud at times, but isn't outspoken. voice claim: red van buskirk, who plays silver in the snapcube real time fandub.
Gwen: her voice is pretty monotone. she doesn't usually speak unless spoken to, or if she has sarcastic commentary. voice claim: penny parker, especially in her blaze the cat impression. video for both arthur and gwen (the specific clip i want starts at 2:58 and ends at 4:20).
Leylo: speaks quietly, but has a loud laugh. has a deep-ish voice with a bit of raspiness to it. no voice claim :(
Zach: generally quiet, but yells loudly. talks like he's trying to take up as little space as possible (because he is). voice claim: dante basco, VA for prince zuko and jake long, as well as plenty of other characters.
Honey: has a very obvious southern accent and talks pretty fast. no voice claim :(
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marzistarz2002 · 1 year
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My life's escapade with Weetabix
So, all my life I have always loved Weetabix, and that's been my thing. Like how you have a childhood nickname that only your family members call you on very special occasion... that's me and Weetabix... its special. It's always been in my house, I've always eaten it, and importantly, I can remember all of it. When I ate it, how I ate it, why I ate it, where I ate it. So I decided to try documenting some core memories about my life when Weetabix has been in it.
This blog post will contain 7 main sections describing some of the memories I have with Weetabix, accompanied with a themed ranking with absolutely no explanation to my reasonings.
The First Time
Now, I don't actually remember the first ever time in my life where I ate Weetabix because I was probably a baby... but I do have a very vague early memory so I shall call that the first time. It was night time, supper time even. The diamond multicolour table cloth was covering the kitchen table, the smell of the plastic filing the air around me. A bowl of Weetabix was placed in front of me. Cold milk, raisins, and one Weetabix, waiting to be tiredly eaten. That little snippet of my childhood can't be dated, or refined in any way. All I know was that bowl of cereal was the nicest thing I'd eaten all day and I went to bed with a full stomach, happy.
Minatare? and chocolaty!?
This particular time holds a very special place in my heart... the first time I had mini chocolate Weetabix. I can't remember exactly where but I was in a campsite with my family and their friends. Their tent was green, our tent was blue. Us kids had just gotten into the rec. centre and messed about on the pool tables the night before. As an experience camper I knew the best way to eat cereal in the morning... curled up on one of our blue camping chairs right in front of the door... and if they were taken, on the floor inside the tent with the bowl on top of my knees. The bowl was a rich dark blue colour the cereal was beige with tiny bits of chocolate floating in the milk, it rested perfectly in my lap as I sat on the chair. Excited, I took my first bite when I heard the worst kind of sound that can come from any Weetabix... a crunch. How rude they are for making such a heavenly cereal so crunchy! But I kept going, intrigued by the chocolate and the size, as I went on crunching away, my prayers had been answered as the milk started disappearing and the Weetabix turned into mush... finally the ideal texture but 10 times better as there was chocolate... and I love chocolate. That experience, I'd say, was one of the most adventurous times I've eaten Weetabix.
The best kind
Plain Weetabix (includes branded and Tesco's own brand)
Banana flavoured Weetabix
Oatabix
Fruit and nut Weetabix mini's
Chocolate Weetabix mini's
Weetabix on the Go
The worst time
In recent years I have become someone who drinks oat milk, but in my youth I was strictly a green or at a stretch, a blue milk drinker. And sometimes I would steal my mums soya milk for a change up or if there wasn't any milk left. Now for this memory, milk is obviously the main topic. I have, at the time of this memory, drank only cow's milk and soya milk with my favourite cereal. However, one night before Harp lessons, I going to eat some Weetabix. I opened the fridge to acquire the milk... none. I call my parents to tell them there isn't any milk left... asking for my mum's soya milk was at the tip of my tongue. All of a sudden I am being told to eat this bowl Weetabix drowned in almond milk. never have I ever had almond milk, I hated the idea of drinking that, I hated almonds. But I was hungry, and that was the only solution my parents had. I fought it, I complained, I cried the entire time. From the second the first spoon full touched my lips, up until I couldn't stand it anymore. I was being forced, in the eyes of pubescent me, to eat this vile excuse for milk... this liquid that tainted the pure loveliness of Weetabix. Her bland flavour absorbed this liquid, quickly turning into an offensive mush in my bowl. The anger, the sadness, the frustration! All I wanted was to feel joy, to feel the heavenly, milky sludge that is a bowl of Weetabix. But that didn't happen and I had to live with myself for making the decision to ask for help, for not just taking the soya milk. I had to live with the fact that I had just eaten the worst bowl of Weetabix ever.
Ranking milks
Manx Green cow's milk
Oat milk
Cow's milk
Soya milk
Three at once?
As you might have gathered by now, I like my Weetabix a certain way. Throughout this collection of memories, I haven't mentioned the quantity of Weetabix that is desired. This is simply for the sole reason of this memory. All my life I was orderly, I followed the rules, I kept to the routine, I only ever ate one or two pillows at a time. One if I wasn't particularly hungry, or I was a small child, and two because it was the perfect amount to have after school or just before bed. Anyway, this story starts in on a little island called The Isle of Man, situated in the Irish sea, between my home country of Ireland and the countries of Great Britain. In a little house on the southern end of the island I was coming down the stairs from my cousins room, into her kitchen. We had just had a sleepover after the most diabolical day of my life. (I won't get into it as it adds absolutely nothing to the context of this blog) My aunt was there preparing breakfast, I get handed a very deep plastic bowl and to my surprise there was not one, not two, but three Weetabix pillows inside. I had never seen such a sight. Three...!? Three requires triple the milk, and so I filled that big bowl with the beautiful Manx milk. Sitting at the dining room table, the cold brown leather on my legs matched the cold milk in that transparent bowl. I crush the pillows to make my desired texture, I lift my spoon thats filled with the comfort I will forever seek, and I ate three Weetabix for the first time in my life.
The best bowls
Regular bowl that is suitably deep
A mug
That one fairy princess bowl in my Grandparents
Small blue camping bowl
Shallow soup bowl
… Liquid
Mornings. The bane of my existence throughout my school career. My bus picked me up at the bus stop at 8:15 every morning during secondary school. The first to arrive, and the last to leave I spent a significant amount of time waiting at school because of that bus. But mornings were always far worse that afternoons. I would set my alarm for a reasonable time but did I get up? of course not! I went back to sleep. I almost always jumped out of bed around 7:45 realising that I was going to be late, hurried to get dressed, and ran out the door, up to the bus stop. Not once during the mornings did I have time to eat... breaktime was my breakfast. That all changed one evening as I was helping my mum with the food shop. Turning the into the next isle, a familiar logo caught my eye, a logo I had seen often in my life. The words 'Weetabix' sprawled down a curved blue bottle, 'on the go' just below. All of a sudden it clicked, the best problem solving I have ever done. I don't have to skip breakfast just because I have horrible time management skills (undiagnosed and unknown adhd) . I proposed this idea to my mother, who wholeheartedly agreed. The next morning, I carried on with my unorganised routine, but before I left the door, I grabbed that special blue bottle. After running to my stop, I had some time to spare so I cracked open the bottle and started to drink. It was a strange texture... something I'd definitely have to get used to. But as I sat there, waiting for my bus, looking over the fields, down to the sea. The cows grazing behind me. I had, for the first time in ages, breakfast.
Stale...
Fun fact, Weetabix can go out of date. I learned that the hard way. This was another interesting holiday in the IOM, and bless my grandparents they are so sweet, but they kinda don't know how to chuck out food. I was visiting with my mum and sister during my holidays and stayed in my grandparents spare room. Which meant that breakfast was out of my control. It was the first morning my grandad put out some Weetabix because he knows how much I love it. Overjoyed, I made myself a bowl. Two pillows drowned in milk. But this was no ordinary bowl... this Weetabix had been open for so long that the milk took so long to absorb. It tasted like carboard, with the texture of cardboard... I didn't want to disappoint so I continued chewing away. Weetabix shouldn't be chewy. I couldn't bring myself o look at the date on the box. I had committed to the decision to finish the bowl. Never again did I have that Weetabix during that trip, toast and juice that was slightly the wrong colour got me through. What a learning experience that holiday was... and what I took away from that ordeal was to not eat out of date spaghetti hoops or I will throw up days later in front of an aeroplane.
My ideal Weetabix
This entire ting has led up to this moment. The moment where I reveal the most perfect way to eat Weetabix! I return to this way time and time again, and Weetabix is never as good when it isn't ate this way. So, the perfect bowl of Weetabix consists of: 2 Weetabix pillows in a decently sized bowl, oat milk, and raisins (or lele's as I call them). It's as simple as that.
Ranking different toppings
Raisins/saltanas
Bananas and honey
Grapes and apple bits
Nutella
Sugar
<3
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undyingembers · 1 year
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🎷saxophone 🔧wrench 🍓strawberry for lenarius :0
🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?
As an educated nobleman, Lenarius has had a comprehensive education in music. S/he knows how to play the piano and the harp, though there are many people in the world who are better at it than s/he is. Music is more of a side hobby, and not really one of his/her more important ones. S/he prefers his/her books or stargazing when s/he wants to relax, though it is not uncommon for him/her to pick up a harp and play a few chords.
🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?
S/he's a pretty good mediator. It certainly helped him/her as an Aeon. However, s/he doesn't really go out of his/her way to help, and s/he would rather not get involved if it can at all be helped.
🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?
Leonosa was a good kid growing up. S/he always ate his/her veggies. S/he is quite the picky eater, however, and will refuse to eat certain beans (s/he hates the texture).
S/he absolutely loves figs, chilies, and clementines. Daeran knows to bribe him/her with dark chocolate-covered chilies, nuts, and tangerines. S/he also loves trying more fruits that are not native to Mendev, like dragonfruits or mangoes or avocados.
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WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?    brianne always smells clean, showered, with the slightest hint of what she used to wash her body/hair along with the hair products and body oil and lotion she uses. she does not like cloying scents so these products are lightly scented if at all. she gravitates towards diverse scents of orange blossom, clove, occasionally rose as well. if she wears perfume, it is an incredibly small amount and only for special occasions such as going to galas. you could imagine she has a classic fragrance like chanel no. 5 in her collection. she actually dislikes when someone comes into her office with or leaves a strong smell of perfume or cologne. she might sneeze and it gives her a headache.
WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?     like she hasn’t done a day of manual labor in her life. silkie soft, no callouses, youthful despite her age. if you catch her at a time when neurostims are not running her day, they are warm to the touch. If she is on stims, they might have a chill to them.
WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?     biomonitors regulate calorie intake and she stays strict within her limit or under. after waking, she has a glass of warm water and a squeeze lemon to hydrate plus an excess amount of supplements (bc she’s bougie). but it’s not until she’s at the office does she “break her fast.” usually breakfast includes a piece of fruit, museli, porridge, rarely yogurt, and her first cup of english tea. lunch/dinner (a combined meal since she has no time for both) will include protein (she enjoys fish, chicken, tofu), salads are a go to, all vegetables cooked any which way, brown rice or quinoa as base, healthy fats from nuts (often for snacks in between meals), avocado, olive oil. (I imagine either she orders in from nice restaurants or has it brought from the in-house cafeteria). If she is still hungry in the evenings (calories intake is low) when she returns home, there’s small things to pick at (crackers and cheese, hummus and carrots, etc.). she only cooks on a day off and sometimes purposefully makes leftovers to take to work or eat the night after. usually she’ll have one glass of wine. maybe a square of dark chocolate. (no biscuits/cookies in her usual diet but there’s always an unopened box or two in the pantry for reasons).
DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?    I will default to my fc’s singing voice, so she can sing. she is more likely to hum (such as in the shower) than sing when alone. the only time I can ever imagine her singing is perhaps when soothing a baby to sleep.
DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS?   she’s an overthinker. she constantly notates personal info people tell her into her chipware datafiles (she needs to chill on that). she’s very particular on how you make tea. she doesn’t like people making tea for her, especially in nusa. she needs to stop worrying about others and care more about herself. she needs to check her neurostim use, especially when sleep aids are being used to offset the side effects.
WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?   ridiculously put together (hair always styled/in place, flawless face, natural feature-enhancing makeup) but incredibly subdued in terms of style. her aesthetic can be housed in “neomilitarism” for it’s lack of ostentatious add-ons. no fashionware exists on her body. she prefers neutrals (blacks primarily make up her wardrobe which also feels like a uniform for it’s simplicity and sameness). more form fitting work dresses and pencil skirts than suits and slacks. modest cuts that cover. always in 3-4 inch heels. 
IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO?    she is a giver and tends to be the one who gives the most in relationships. she’s attentive to another person’s needs, their likes, their dislikes, what makes them happy, sad, etc. and she adjusts herself for them. she shows her affection through acts of service. stocking someone’s favorite brand of coffee beans in her pantry, for instance, cause she knows they will be over for a stay (like her sister is set to visit). bringing someone their favorite drink on her way for a meeting with them, buying a loved one something they think they’ll like/need, giving a partner a massage cause they look like they had a hard day or cooking them a meal cause they will enjoy it, etc. just selfless acts to show she cares, she’s paying attention, she is there for them. physical touch-wise, only with her partner and mostly while in bed. otherwise, she is not the type to hug or be touchy; it feels impolite to intrude on another’s personal space as such.
WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?    little spoon on her side, knees slightly bent, pillow semi-hugged between her arms. left side since it’s best for circulation. nothing interesting about it.
COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?  brianne can project her voice in a boardroom or in front of a conference arena. i have a secondary voice claim for her with a voice many describe as cut from glass. while i like the gentler tone of my fc’s voice, this secondary one has the exact british accent so fyi if you’re wondering. but overall, brianne is softly spoken.
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