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perlukafarinn · 4 years

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Coffeeshop and Mob au for destiel? :)

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The Coffee Hut may just be a front for an illegal money laundering scheme but Dean still takes pride in his work there.

Okay, that’s not exactly true. Their coffee is pretty bad, their selection on baked goods extremely limited, and Dean couldn’t give less of a shit about the difference between a mocha and a macchiato. He really only works here because Dad thinks he needs to prove himself on a smaller project before he can trust him with the heavy stuff.

But for fifteen minutes a week, at around 10:30 am every Tuesday, Dean’s job suddenly becomes the most important task in the world. Because that’s when Cas comes in, ordering his small black coffee in a medium cup that he then drowns in cream and sugar.

Cas is a few years older, an office worker of some sort, and he’s got this dark, handsome and intense thing going for him in spades. He looks at Dean like he’s the only person in the room, like everything he says is important. Dean’s not used to being looked at like that.

It takes only a couple of visits before their usual pleasantries evolve into actual conversations. Before Dean starts looking forward to each Tuesday and taking particular care while getting ready on those mornings.

Dean is sure the only reason Cas hasn’t asked him out yet is because hitting on someone in the service industry while they’re on the clock is an extremely dick thing to do and Cas is not a dick.

Unfortunately, this means Dean is gonna have to make the first move. It also means actively making Cas a bigger part of his life, potentially dragging him into a world he would never wanna be a part of.

Then again, what’s the harm in a couple of dates?

If Dean were a better person, he would let Cas walk away, no matter how low the risk to him might be. But he’s not, so the next Tuesday morning, a few minutes before Cas shows up, he takes aside a medium cup and scrawls his name and phone number on it.

There’s no one else in the shop when Cas arrives. There usually isn’t; what morning rush they have has always dried up around ten and the lunch rush is still an hour away.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas greets him warmly, leaning against the counter.

Dean smiles. “Hey, Cas. Small black coffee in a medium cup, right?”

“Not this time.”

“Oh.”

Dean scratches the back of his neck. He’s gonna have to write down his number on another cup, then. A small hitch in his plan; he really didn’t want Cas to see him writing it down, just in case he wasn’t interested. But maybe it’s better this way, now Dean will know for sure that Cas has noticed the number.

“Then what’ll you have?”

“I’m sorry,” Cas says instead of answering.

Sorry about what, Dean doesn’t get a chance to ask, because then he’s reaching into his waistband, pulling out a gun and aiming it at Dean. He’s holding it close to his body, hiding it from anyone who might happen to pass by with practiced ease.

“Please show me to the back.”

Dean licks his lips, heart hammering. If Cas has been casing out the joint for this long, then chances are good he knows exactly what’s hiding back there. He also knows that Dean is alone in the shop this time of day, that the actual business doesn’t get going until in the afternoon.

“Come on, man, you don’t have to do this,” Dean still pleads, hoping Cas is just a regular robber who picked a really bad target.

“I’m afraid I do.”

Cas at least has the good grace to look genuinely sorry, though that isn’t worth much. Was all that flirting just a front, too? Has he been stringing Dean along, buttering him up with flattery just to make him an easier target?

Maybe John had it right. Maybe Dean’s not ready to be in this life.

“Fine,” Dean says stonily.

He waits until Cas has joined him behind the counter before moving, keeping him at his side rather than behind him as they enter the back room. He pretends to stub his toe on the threshold, stumbling across it and as Cas reaches out to steady him, elbowing him in the gut hard enough to loosen his grip on the gun.

It goes flying and Dean darts after it but Cas is quicker, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and sending him sprawling to the ground. The gun lands with a clatter somewhere further away, out of reach, and Cas is pinning Dean down to the ground, holding him by both wrists and straddling his thighs.

Dean lets himself go limp, considering his options but having a difficult time thinking. Cas is warm and heavy and he smells so fucking good, and Dean hates that he’s noticing that, because Cas just had a fucking gun pointed at him a few seconds ago. That should be enough to erase any interest he has for the man, and yet.

Cas shifts and it hits Dean then that he’s blushing. Looks like he might not be the only one affected by their current situation.

“You know, Cas, if you wanted to get on top of me that bad, you only had to ask.”

Cas turns even redder. “I don’t want to hurt you, Dean. Just give me what I want and I’ll be on my way.”

Dean flexes his fingers experimentally, heart skipping a beat when Cas tightens his grip around his wrists.

“Pretty sure my boss wouldn’t like that,” he drawls.

“I could give you protection,” Cas offers immediately. “I have connections to the higher-ups in my organization, we could hide you.”

Dean blinks. He’s grown up in this life, knows the kind of trouble Cas would be taking on to ensure his safety, but he looks completely sincere about his offer.

He also seems to have no clue about who Dean actually is.

“I can’t betray the family like that,” Dean says slowly, testing that theory.

“I admire your loyalty to your employer but the Winchesters aren’t your family.” Yep, no clue. “Is staying true to them worth risking your life?”

“Is going up against them to protect me worth risking yours?”

Cas hesitates. Then, seeming to have made his mind up about something, “It wouldn’t be as great of a risk for me. I don’t just have connections to the higher-ups, I’m Chuck Shurley’s son.”

Dean’s not sure if he wants to laugh or cry. “Chuck, as in head of the Shurley family Chuck?”

Dean had figured Cas was working for them; the Shurleys are the only ones comparable in power to the Winchesters on the East Coast. The two families have been rivals for decades. The last few years have been marked by an uneasy peace but clearly, Chuck Shurley’s looking to change that.

“If you know who he is, then you know the kind of power he has.” Castiel gazes at him imploringly. It’s almost sweet, the way he’s so intent on protecting Dean. "The Winchesters could never lay a hand on you.”

Dean can use this. “You’d do that for me?”

For a moment, he’s worried he laid it on too thick, his voice too soft with feigned disbelief. Then Cas is nodding, painfully sincere.

“Of course.”

The relief that floods Dean is genuine and he lets it show. Then, to seal the deal, he cranes his neck upwards, closing the scant few inches between them. Cas kisses him back immediately, letting go of one wrist to cup his cheek, and Dean takes his chance.

He plants his feet on the floor, twisting his hips and rolling them around. Cas makes a surprised noise against his lips but isn’t quick enough on the uptake, and then Dean’s got him pinned, reaching out with his now free hand to grab the gun taped underneath the counter to his right.

He points it at Cas, brutally stomping down the guilt that flickers in his chest at the betrayed look on his face.

“Let go off me,” he commands calmly and after a beat Cas obeys, releasing his grip on Dean’s other wrist.

Dean gets to his feet, gesturing with his gun for Cas to do the same.

“You’re going to walk out of here,” he tells him, “and you’re going to tell your dad that whatever plan he’s got against the Winchesters, he can forget it.”

Cas says nothing. Dean raises his eyebrows, cocking his gun, and finally he nods.

“Good.” Dean tilts his head, giving Cas a teasing grin. “And just for the record, I never needed your protection. You’re not the only one with connections to the higher-ups.”

Dean can pin-point the exact moment it hits Cas.

“You’re-”

“Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you.”

Cas stares at him, his expression inscrutable.

“This isn’t over.”

Dean licks his lips. Cas’ eyes follow the movement and he smiles.

“Not by a long shot,” he agrees.

#deancas #destiel #spn fanfic #perlukafarinn writes #mob au #coffeeshop au #prompt fill #first kiss #tropes!#this got way longer than intended lmao #i know nothing about running a coffeeshop or being in the mob #so please excuse all the inaccuracies #may-darling

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endoftheroad1983 · 7 years

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Who do you work for? Part 2

Who do you work for?

Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter 2

Tuesday

“Ms. Y/L/N? This is your wake up call.” A very chipper, British female voice broke Y/N from her sleep. They sounded as though they were in the room with her. You sit up quickly in the bed and looked around the dark room. You didn't hear the door open or anything that indicated that someone came in. You found the dagger that you kept close and wrapped your fingers around it protectively.

“Would you like me to turn on the lights for you?” The voice asked after some time. You agreed and the lights turned on. You stayed still as your eyes focus on the brightness. Soon you found yourself still in the empty room. Confusion colored your face as you still remain sitting in the bed.

“Hello?” You spoke up.

“Good Morning, Miss Y/L/N. My name is F.R.I.D.A.Y, Mr. Stark's A. I. I run the facility. ” She spoke up again but no one was in the room. And it finally dawn on you that this was what Scott was telling you last night before you spilled the beans about the warnings. With a fresh breath you laugh out loud. Feeling silly that you were spook by a house size computer. You thank her and moved on with your morning routine when it was in the shower you realise what you were getting ready for.

Excitement ran in your veins as you were going through your make-up bag. You couldn't decide on any style and finally went to your F/C/S outfit. It was in your favourite color and you always felt great in it. By the time you finished brushing your hair and putting on the final touches, which included a four leaf clover in a gold glass case necklace. In which you thought would help bring out the luck. There was a steady knock on the door. Your heart leaped up into your throat as you knew who was on the other side of the door.

You rush to open the door to see Steve standing in a white cotton shirt and blue jeans. He had a nice blue tint coat over his arms. He look very handsome and very recognisable. His mouth curved into a handsome smile that shone off his perfect teeth. His eye's sparkled when your eyes met his. Your mouth smile as your brain was still stuck for words.

“You look wonderful this morning Y/N.” Thankfully Steve had started the conversation. The way he said your name made the butterflies in your stomach do a tap dance. Discreetly you had bad thoughts that he was going to call off the trip with the stomach issues but yet here Steve stood in front of you looking nothing less then a hundred.

“Thank you, you look incredible yourself.” You stepped out the door and lock it up. Steve waited patiently as you made sure you had everything in check. They had another meeting at four and she didn't want to miss it.

The sun was warm and brighten the grey concert city. Steve had a nice car reserve for both of you and found a parking garage a block away from the coffee shop.

“I hope it's okay. It's a very nice day and I thought we could walk around to the stores afterwards.” And that sounded lovely. Excepted for the bubbling feeling in the bottom of your stomach. But the wind had not once brought anything to your attention. As you stepped out of the car you turn to find that Steve had put on a red ball cap and dark sunglasses as well as the blue coat. He saw that you had to look over his outfit over again.

“I'm sorry, I just don't want to be spotted. I hope you don't mind?” He asked worried about what your thoughts were. You smiled bashfully.

“No, I understand completely but could I suggest something?” You look up into his sunglasses. Your reflection mirroring your actions right back.

“Please.” Steve was curious about what you had to say.

“You should probably stay away for the colors, red, white, and blue.” I tapped his red ball cap as Steve took off the sunglasses to check himself out again. He gave out a small chuckle while muttering something about how he couldn't get away from it.

“Welcome to the Owl's Hut!” A plump barrister cheerfully greeted them as they enter through the door. “Please take a sit to your liking!” He offered them from behind a long glass counter that held a dozen different pastries. We walked pasted a sign that state.”Please wait for a Hostess to seat you.” Steve grabbed your hand and gently lead you to a corner booth away from the other tables. Steve was right about it being nice and quiet as seeing that we were the only ones in the cafe.

Once Steve was settled and relaxed he went on and took off his get up. He place them on the table slightly away from us. He smile as he pulled a couple of menus off the table clip.

“This place is amazing. You won't be disappointed with anything you order.” He gloated as the plump Barrister approach our both.

“What will it be today Captain Rogers?” The man didn't hesitate in calling Steve that. And to your surprise Steve was warm with his attention.

“A large coffee with milk and sugar will be fine thanks.” He answer and then set his eyes into mine. Delight was shining in his eyes now as I had been looking around the place. It was awfully dead for being in the morning.

“And for your very pretty lady?” He gushed over to you. The comment made your cheeks blush and you saw the enjoyment in Steve's eyes.

“Why I must say the flatter is amazing here. I will have a large milk-way, please and thank you.” Y/N smiled as the cheesy romantic movie scene that was playing out in front of her eyes.

“I will be quick with your drinks, sir.” He reported back to Steve.

“Take your time Pete, we not in any rush, are we Y/N?” I shook my head as another thrill chill went down my spine. He wanted to spend time alone with you!

“So you weren't kidding about it being nice and quiet in here.” You waved your hand in the air to indicate your surrounding.

“That's because the restaurant part is close in the morning. It's business picks up around in the afternoon. But his pastries are the best so he sell them in the morning. I like to come here after my morning jog and relax.” Steve explains as his eyes never left your direction which was very imitating for you as you found your eyes looking around as he spoke.

“This place is closed now?” Your brain was catching up to what he was saying, “Wow I'm honor that you brought me to your secret hideaway.” You felt your face tingle with hint of embarrassment after the words slip through your lips.

“Secret hideaway?” Steve question which threw you a bit.

“Yea, a place where you go and be by yourself and just you know, Reflect.” You stumble over your words a bit.

“Do you have a secret hideaway?” Steve asked cautiously.

“I do...” You started and then like before your mouth open and spilling out the words you have told nobody about, “There are a set of wild rose bushes in the far back of the woods behind the mansion they make a great gazebo and it's well hidden. That's my safe spot.” Shocked that you confronted your hideout to a perfect stranger.

The door to the shop open. You spun around to be greeted by a gust of wind that had finally found it's way in. They are in here! And you could feel the cold chill. Where? You silently asked the gust. A small humming of heavy energy pulse from where the wind had escape in. A woman in a business suit was standing by the pastries. You spun around to face Steve.

“Something is wrong.” You told him just as your elbow knock down the sugar container.

“Crap! I'm sorry!” Y/N leaps up and starts cleaning the mess. Steve jumped to help.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he got closer to you. You looked over to see the lady was gone.

“Where did she go?” You asked as Steve look around you. His brow scrunched up.

“Stay here.” He lowered his voice to you. A wave of heat rose in your cheeks. Now was not the time to find his voice alluring. You nodded.

Steve walked to the front of the shop. Your hands are sticky with the sugar so you decided to go wash them off. The bathroom was right behind you and Steve. So you knew that the room was empty. You quickly put your hands under the water and risen the sugar off. You step away from the sink and notice a little window in the corner. You didn't hesitant about opening it and when you did a tidal wave of wind came gushing. It began to circle around you.

Get out of here! They are in here! It cried it's warning again.

“Steve!” You called out as you exited the restroom. You had to get to Steve, it was the only thing on your mind as you walk through the doorway.

BAM!

A blast of heat hit you from the front and sent you flying back into the bathroom. Your flying body smashed into the mirror that was over top the sink. Instantly you were knocked out.

The sounds of a heart monitor beeping brought you out of the darkness. You could feel the coolness of the sheets that you were lying in. The whole front of your body was in pain. It felt like a nasty sun burn from the pool. You had to struggle to open your eyes. Your body was begging for more sleep but you needed to know what was going on. Y/N look to see that you were in a hospital room. And it seems that you were alone.

Panic began to wake you up completely as you remember getting knocked out. Were you in the enemies hands right now? The heart monitor beeping was not help with your nerves at all. You began to pluck off all the wires and IV when the door open.

Relief flood into your system as Scott and Jean followed by Sam came into your sight.

“Hey, it's ok your back at the base.” Scott rushed over to the bed and stop you from pulling at any more wires. Jean held a small blue vase of Y/F/F and set it on the night stand beside your bed.

'”Where's Steve? Is he ok?” Your throat was rasped as it burned from dryness. Scott reached over for a glass of water that had been left on the night stand. Gratefully you gulp the cool liquid down. You were starting to feel a bit better.

“Steve's fine he was the one that brought you back.” Sam answer as he move to the bottom of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was left on the beach all day.” You tried to sit up when new pain from your back exploded. You wince out as the pain forced to lay back down. Jean was quick to your side.

“Your back has been cut up from when you hit the mirror.” She answered before you had a chance to ask. A flash of what happen to you enter your mind.

“There was an exploding in the restaurant? What about Pete? Is he alright?” Remembering that it wasn't just you and Steve in the building.

“Yes, he's fine. I got him out just in time.” A new voice rose from the doorway. I picked up my head to see Steve leaning against the frame. His hands shove into his pockets. How long had he been there? Judging by the faces of the others they were surprise to see him there as well.

“I'm glad the two of you are alright.” I stated as my eyes threaten to shut out of exhaustion. Again my body screamed for sleep so that my healing process could continue.

“We should leave and let you rest.” Jean took notice of how you were struggling. But you didn't want any of them to leave at that moment.

“Will you wake me up when it's time for the meeting.” You asked, it was the only thing that you could come up with. You were answered by the chuckling in the room.

“Y/N, It's nine in the evening, I'm afraid you miss today's meeting.” Scott answer as he rubbed the top of your head. An all knowing look upon his face told you that now was not to talk about what happen.

“What!?!” You forced yourself up this time ignoring the pain, “How is that possible?” You were never unconscious a full twelve hours before? You drop your eyes to your hands and saw how bright red you were. That explosion knocked you out like it should but you should have been awake and fully healed before noon struck. Your powers were never this slow.

“You got hit pretty hard back there. I'm sure after a good nights rest you'll feel better in the morning.” Sam spoke up and for a minute your forgot Steve and he was still here. You nodded your answer. They didn't know anything about your mutation and you wasn't going to explain it now.

“Yes that sounds like a excellent idea.” Jean spoke up again. She placed a hand on your shoulder, “We will go over it then. But for now rest and eat. I will check in on you here it a bit.” She move to the door with Scott.

“Good-night fellas.” She called as they slipped away. Sam was quick to follow them out.

Steve, on the other hand, linger in the doorway for a few seconds then gain the courage to come to your bed side. Awkward tension hung in the air between you and him so you decided to break it.

“Well I for one did not except that in ours plans for the day.” Your honest joke earn a laugh from Steve. You smile in respond. It was the first time since he arrived that he smiled.

“That makes two of us. How are you feeling?” It was his turn to ask as he brushed his finger at the bottom of the vase. His eyes trained to the flowers.

“It's no worse then a sun burn. And it's not the first time I've suffer from sun burns.” You wave off the pain. Hopefully by the morning your body will be as if nothing had happen.

“Good to hear.” He fumbled to find more words, “These your favourite flowers?” He manage to bring up with a tight smile as he stare at them.

You look over to the F/F that Jean and Scott brought in with them. A smile widen on your face as your breathe in their scent. Just the smell of the flowers and the outside made your whole body relax.

“Yes, Jean and Scott know me very well. They make me feel at peace.” Again the word vomit erupted. Steve smile relaxed into a bigger one when he heard that information. You snicker in your mind wondering if Steve thought the flowers were from another guy. His eyes scan your laying body all the way to your toes then found your eyes in the end. A heavy sigh escape his lips and a guilty look washed over his face.

“What is it Steve?” Your eyebrows dipped as you can see him struggling with something inside. You waited patiently for him to begin.

“I'm sorry for leaving you behind. I should have had you follow directly behind me. I shouldn't of left you in the dinning room alone.” His eyes dropped from yours and you could see that he was truly upset about it. But none of this was his fault. Steve fell into quietness but before you could respond he was talking again, “I went into the back to find that Pete was sprawled on the floor. I quickly got to him and took him outside for help. As I went back through the kitchen to get to you that's when the bomb went off. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have left you.” Your mind began to spun around in your head. Pieces of early that day began filing in your head.

“The bomb was in the front of restaurant?” Where the woman was standing? You thought to yourself.

“ Yes, It was a good thing you went back into the bathroom when you did.” You nodded your head.

“Steve it's a good thing you got Pete out of there. It was the right move.”, Steve began to protest but you didn't let him, “Steve I'm a lot more durable then him and I'm glad he's safe. That both of you are safe.”

Steve eyebrows rose and you could see the question dangling in his eyes. You mentally prepare yourself to denies answering the question. But Steve just took a breath in and sighed heavily again. He didn't ask any more question. Instead he offer you a nice smile and took the back of your hand into his and he rub the palm of your hand with his thumb. He gently pushes off the bed and place a soft kiss on your cheek. A fiery sensation rushed through your cheeks as you want more then just a peck.

“I will let you rest. I hope we can try for the shops again before you leave.” He traced his finger down your cheek. His normal bright blue eyes where now a dark blue haze as something was still pondering in his mind. He turned for the door but you grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“Could you please open the window a crack?” The exhaustion of your body was making your eyelids heavy. “Sure.”

He crossed the room and opened the window to a small crack. Steve looked over to see your approval. You nodded as you took in the the fresh breeze the spilled in. Steve turn back on last time at the door and smile over to you. You felt your heart race with excitement. You still couldn't believe that Captain America had a thing for you.

It didn't take long for you to adjust to the cool bed. Your smiled widen as your thoughts kept drifting to Steve. Maybe this is why the Professor wanted you to come instead of him. But right before you fell into the first rest of the night. A strong, whipping wind came across your face. It kept repeating the same message. A cold chill race down your body.

He doesn't trust you.

To be continue....

Sorry so late

Life problems

Thanks for reading.

#captain america #captain america x reader #avengers x reader #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rodgers x reader

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networkingdefinition · 5 years

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Olive oil is absolutely critical … just one teaspoon, it will last the whole month. – Manto Tshabalala-Msimang • I use a lot of fresh citrus, garlic, and fresh herbs when cooking to cut down on fat and sodium but punch up flavor. Our cupboards and fridge are full of condiments – mustards, vinegars, etc. that also add tons of flavor but are low in fat, calories, or other processed additives. – Cat Cora • I used to like eating frozen corn straight out of the bag. But I also love microwaving frozen corn and adding butter and sugar and garlic powder and chili powder to it. And sometimes I just like to microwave it and add a little bit of hot sauce to it. My friends always laugh at me when they catch me eating it. – Thu Tran • If Ive gone to the market on Saturday, and I go another time on Tuesday, then Im really prepared. I can cook a little piece of fish; I can wilt some greens with garlic; I can slice tomatoes and put a little olive oil on. Its effortless. – Alice Waters • If stakes and garlic were the top two things that could kill a vampire, ninth grade gym was a close third. – Heather Brewer • If you can smell garlic, everything is all right. – J. G. Ballard • If you like garlic, you’ll like ramps. – Jim Chamberlin • If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic. – Heather Brewer • I’m not a vegetarian, and I like filet minion which is sort of a guilty pleasure because I have vegetarian leanings. I eat that once in a while, but generally speaking I like to eat vegetarian things. I really like pasta. I really like bread with olive oil and garlic and I like salads. – Jesse Michaels • I’m particularly fond of boned chicken breasts with a little garlic under the flesh and cooked in a casserole for 40 minutes with a jar of olives, some cherry tomatoes and a spoonful of olive oil. – Maeve Binchy • In Manhasset you were either Yankees or Mets, rich or poor, sober or drunk…You were ‘Gaelic’ or ‘garlic,” as one schoolmate told me, and I couldn’t admit, to him or myself, that I had both Irish and Italian ancestors. – J. R. Moehringer • In Pizza Express you can get garlic bread with cheese and tomato. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s a pizza. – Jimmy Carr • It has been said of garlic that everyone knows its odor save he who has eaten it, and who wonders why everyone flies at his approach. – George Ellwanger • It’s a comfort to always find pasta in the cupboard and garlic and parsley in the garden. – Alice Waters • It’s very freaky in Chicago.There’s something in the water there, I don’t know what it is. But the actual word Chicago means, in the Indian language, garlic. It was just garlic and mosquitoes there. And that is the roughest city on the planet, and I been to every place in the world. – Quincy Jones • Maybe it was a good thing that Bones was putting Don’s remains away instead of me. With my current emotional state, I’d probably think the only safe place for his ashes was tucked inside my clothes next to the garlic and weed. – Jeaniene Frost • Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath. – William Shakespeare • My favorite comfort food would have be braised beef. You know, beef, slow-cooked in a Dutch oven or in a slow cooker until it falls apart with simple mushrooms, some onions and lots of fresh thyme and garlic. – Tyler Florence • My favorite is the garlic press. I think it’s beautiful as an object. But the awkward part of it all is that I don’t use it much because I’m allergic to garlic. – Michael Graves • My favorite to cook is this recipe I’ve been making since I was 12 years old with my mom, and it’s an angel hair shrimp pasta with tomatoes, feta, garlic, white wine – it’s so easy but so fresh and so delicious! – Devon Windsor • My final, considered judgment is that the hardy bulb [garlic] blesses and ennobles everything it touches – with the possible exception of ice cream and pie. – Angelo Pellegrini • My mother was making $135 a week, but she had resilience and imagination. She might take frozen vegetables, cook them with garlic, onion and Spam, and it would taste like a four-star dinner. – Andre Dubus • My perfect last meal would be: shrimp cocktail, lasagna, steak, creamed spinach, salad with bleu cheese dressing, onion rings, garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry shortcake. – Joan Rivers • My wife and I use a lot of garlic and rosemary with roast lamb. It has to be New Zealand lamb. The domestic variety is too gamy, in my experience. – Alfred Molina • Not me, paranoia’s the garlic in life’s kitchen, right, you can never have too much. – Thomas Pynchon • Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic – that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed. – Evelyn Waugh • Or you can broil the meat, fry the onions, stew the garlic in the red wine…and ask me to supper. I’ll not care, really, even if your nose is a little shiny, so long as you are self-possessed and sure that wolf or no wolf, your mind is your own and your heart is another’s and therefore in the right place. – M. F. K. Fisher • Our lives are full of stress. Some meditate, some walk, some sing and dance. Nature offers us garlic, maitake and hibiscus to relieve stress – Gunter Pauli • Peace and happiness, begin, geographically, where garlic is used in cooking. – Marcel Boulestin • Peppers, garlic, hazelnuts and brazil nuts make my mouth, tongue and eyes swell and itch within minutes of eating them. – Andrea McLean • piety is like garlic: a little goes a long way. – Rita Mae Brown • PORTUGUESE, n.pl. A species of geese indigenous to Portugal. They are mostly without feathers and imperfectly edible, even when stuffed with garlic. – Ambrose Bierce • Pounding fragrant things – particularly garlic, basil, parsley – is a tremendous antidote to depression. But it applies also to juniper berries, coriander seeds and the grilled fruits of the chilli pepper. Pounding these things produces an alteration in one’s being – from sighing with fatigue to inhaling with pleasure. The cheering effects of herbs and alliums cannot be too often reiterated. Virgil’s appetite was probably improved equally by pounding garlic as by eating it. – Patience Gray • Raw garlic and a skin of the lemon – not only do they give you a beautiful face and skin but they also protect you from disease. – Manto Tshabalala-Msimang • Some hours after eating this dish [lièvre à la royale, which contains 20 cloves of garlic and twice that quantity of shallots], there is a peculiar sensation of liberation in the head. and it is sensation of smell. – Patience Gray • Stop and smell the garlic! That’s all you have to do. – William Shatner • The air in Provence is impregnated with the aroma of garlic, which makes it very healthful to breathe. – Alexandre Dumas • The Brit abroad is always the voice of caution. Persons of other cultures are known to be undisciplined, prone to leaning out of car windows and cooking with garlic. – Nick Harkaway • The combination of olive oil, garlic and lemon juice lifts the spirits in winter. – Yotam Ottolenghi • The fashion industry isn’t merely content to encase my meaty flanks in skintight denim. Oh, no! That denim also has to be white, a color that attracts ketchup, wine, garlic aioli, and any other foodstuffs I might otherwise be able to enjoy if I wasn’t wearing ridiculously tight pants. – Diablo Cody • The food in such places is so tasteless because the members associate spices and garlic with just the sort of people they’re trying to keep out. – Calvin Trillin • The grotesque prudishness and archness with which garlic is treated in [England] has led to the superstition that rubbing the bowl with it before putting the salad in gives sufficient flavor. It rather depends whether you are going to eat the bowl or the salad. – Elizabeth David • The most annoying person on the BBC is Russell Brand, I’ve actually been close up to that boy. He smells like when you mix garlic with coffee and alcohol. I’m just saying when you get close to him, he could do with a bit of Sure For Men, he stinks. – Noel Gallagher • The most overrated ingredients are garlic and extra-virgin olive oil. With garlic, it’s personal; I have never been that big of a fan of its flavor. As for extra-virgin olive oil, I do use it quite often but its ubiquity serves to overshadow many wonderful oils like pistachio, walnut, argan and even grapeseed. – Lela Rose • The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don’t do it unless you’re willing to give your whole life to it. Red wine and garlic also helps. – Jim Harrison • The strands of spaghetti were vital, almost alive in my mouth, and the olive oil was singing with flavor. It was hard to imagine that four simple ingredients [olive oil, pasta, garlic and cheese] could marry so perfectly. – Ruth Reichl • The summer has seized you, as when, last month in Amalfi, I saw lemons as large as your desk-side globe-that miniature map of the world-and I could mention, too, the market stalls of mushrooms and garlic bugs all engorged. Or I even think of the orchard next door, where the berries are done and the apples are beginning to swell. And once, with our first backyard,I remember I planted an acre of yellow beans we couldn’t eat. – Anne Sexton • There are five elements: earth, air, fire, water and garlic. – Louis Diat • There are many miracles in the world to be celebrated and, for me, garlic is the most deserving. – Leo Buscaglia • There are three things you cannot hide: smell of the garlic, fragrance of the flower and the wisdom of the teacher. – Harbhajan Singh Yogi • There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger’s origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes. – Kenneth Grahame • There’s no doubt that after you eat a lot of garlic, you just kind of feel like you are floating, you feel ultra-confident, you feel capable of going out and whipping your weight in wild cats. – Les Blank • This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is – A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace; All these you eat at Terre’s tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse. – William Makepeace Thackeray • Vlad decided that teachers’ ideas were a lot like bunches of garlic-intriguing from afar, but up close sadly sickening and, if you weren’t careful, DEADLY. – Heather Brewer • Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of charm. – Cyril Connolly • We have garlic days, and onion days. You know what they’re cooking. – Leslie White • What do you think? Young women of rank eat – you will never guess what – garlick! – Percy Bysshe Shelley • What garlic is to salad, insanity is to art. – Augustus Saint-Gaudens • Without garlic I simply would not care to live. – Louis Diat • You can never have enough garlic. With enough garlic, you can eat The New York Times. – Morley Safer • You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart’s an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You’ve got garlic in your soul. – Dr. Seuss

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