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Lobster Soup a hearty, thick lobster soup made with real lobster. Along with chicken broth, milk, cream, onions, fresh parsley, and celery flakes. Undoubtedly a hit!
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uwudonoodle · 8 months ago
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Broccoli Cheddar Soup (AMAZING) | Panera Broccoli cheddar soup copycat r...
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Made this for dinner tonight. It's so good!
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the chicken salad i just made
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eternalegend-art · 1 year ago
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Soups, Stews and Chili - Celery Potato Soup This simple soup, which features celery, onion, and russet potatoes, will warm you from the inside out.
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bleachblonderecords · 2 years ago
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Celery Potato Soup A delicious combination of russet potatoes, celery, and onion, this easy soup will warm you from the inside out.
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curttu · 2 years ago
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Leftover Beef Vegetable Soup You can use any type of cooked beef and any leftover vegetables in this soup, which is a great way to use up leftover roasted beef.
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cuckoo-on-a-string · 6 months ago
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Neighborly
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Soap x reader x Ghost
Summary: You didn't know hate until Johnny MacTavish. (Or a really big build-up to cuddles and smut).
Warnings: Implied anxiety disorder/depressive disorder, self-isolation, language, incredibly shitty communication and social competence.
It was supposed to be a one-shot.
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You didn’t know hate until Johnny MacTavish.
He bought the only house within half a mile, the one you expected to stay silent and empty ‘til death did you part. So, you had reason to dislike him from the start. But you were raised right, and you pushed down the snarling hermit in your soul to be a good, friendly neighbor.
The first meeting was fine, even if he was a boombox of a human being.
“Neighbor? Oh, aye! The hermit? Sorry. Heard about you when I toured the place last month.” His eye lands on the plate of cookies you’ve brought to welcome him. “Those all for me?”
You made small talk at the door, swapped names, and set the groundwork for a reliable, limited relationship as polite people who just happened to live in close proximity.
Then the first snow fell.
You spied him outside, shoveling the shared drive that led up the hill. He cleared it all, which was kind, if a little stupid. The weather system promised another two inches by midafternoon, so everything would be solid white again before sunset. Still, not your problem.
But. He was shirtless. Ripped as fuck and shirtless.
As the wind flung each shovelful of snow back in his face, the powdery flakes stuck and melted on steaming skin. Muscles flexed as he made a spectacle of himself, and your thoughts turned to strategy and available resources.
You wrapped your palms around your ugly, handmade mug and sighed, sipping hot chocolate and wishing you’d gotten a neighbor with at least two scoops of common sense.
When he didn’t appear with his shovel the next morning, you knew your foreboding prophecy had come to pass.
You brought out the stock pot, fished out packs of frozen produce harvested from your garden, and sacrificed your last bag of chicken breasts. The skeleton saved from an old rotisserie bird joined the ingredient army. Might as well go all-in. A man with that many muscles needed bone broth to recover.
Since you didn’t know if he was a picky eater, you minced the garlic and onions small, even when your eyes burned to the point you had to stop for a break. You let the aromatics brown, added celery, carrots, potatoes, and fistfuls of fresh herbs. The precious seasonings survived the winter under grow lights and protective sheeting on your dining room table.
You doubted your neighbor would appreciate this gift for everything it was, but whatever he did as an idiot neighbor would be leagues better than the presence of a rowdy ghost.
When the chicken was tender and the broth tasted like home, you poured it into individual portions and packed them in a canvas bag with a loaf of bread, a box of tea, a jar of local honey, and a thermometer. It wasn’t terribly heavy, but the cold froze your fingers through your gloves. Your hand was cramping by the time MacTavish answered the door, red-nosed, pale, and bleary-eyed.
He let you in, mumbling a scratchy-voiced welcome, and if you’d known what that conversation would incite, you would’ve let him waste away like the families you failed playing Oregon Trail.
“Eat one now and keep the rest in the fridge.” You stack the single-serve containers in the fridge as you speak, sure he won’t remember the minutiae of your instructions. The last you pop in his microwave. He’s staring at you with feverish eyes, confused and helpless like a sick dog left on the side of the road.
Everything comes out of the bag, lining his counter so he can see them – and hopefully remember he has them. The thermometer comes out last.
“If your fever is over 104 in the morning, call the doctor. I’ll drive you if you need me to.”
That glassy stare isn’t shifting. The man doesn’t even blink.
“Did you get all that?”
He clears his throat. The action and sound are both strangely slow in his exhausted state, and you’re determined not to feel bad for him.
“Aye.” Finally, he blinks. “Eat the soup. Watch for 104.”
Good enough.
“Okay.”
The microwave beeps, you pull out the soup, leaving him to fetch a spoon from wherever the hell he keeps them. You don’t wait for him to show you out. “Take care of yourself.”
He didn’t call for help, and you took your turn shoveling the drive with proper protection after the last wave of flurries passed.
The next time he saw you in passing – you were returning home and he was just leaving – he let you know your soup was delicious, that the bread was amazing, and the honey did wonders for his throat. He never returned your containers.
Ah, well. They were replaceable.
Then the next snow came, and the dumb bitch went shoveling shirtless again.
It wasn’t as much snow, and it didn’t take him half as long, but you steamed, glaring from the safety of your kitchen window. You refused to replace your meal prep supplies again. And local honey was expensive. The brat could freeze and die. Something about taking a horse to water and all that shit.
You drank your coffee black that morning, just to make a point to no one in particular.
The man didn’t know how to take care of himself, and he had no idea how to winter-proof his home.
His pipes froze. You brought buckets, old towels, bottled water, and the number of an excellent plumber. Then you explained why he should pay attention to the forecast and let faucets drip to keep the water moving. You told him to open the cabinets under sinks so heat could combat the chill along exterior walls.
His truck’s battery succumbed to the cold. You gave him a jump and escorted him to town to make sure he didn’t get himself stranded.
When he didn’t keep things stocked and tried to panic-shop before a big storm, discovering that small town shelves couldn’t meet demand, you shared staples from your pantry.
He didn’t have more than two cheap blankets in his living space, so when the holidays rolled around you gave him your latest assemblage of granny-squares. And a scarf.
He gave you burnt cookies – “Biscuits” – in return.
(And a half-empty bottle of whiskey.)
He never remembered to drag his trash down to the main road.
And gods help you if the power went out, because the man had no generator, very little in his pantry, and rarely more than a quarter tank of gas in his ride.
He was careless. Clueless. Nearly helpless.
What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t leave him to his fate. It was unneighborly and inhumane.
He made you angry. But you didn’t hate him until his friend moved in.
A few months into his residence, you went to Johnny’s door to ask if he needed anything from town before the next storm shadowed the forecast, and a stranger came to the door.
A hulking monster with a skull painted over his balaclava.
The doorway shrank around his broad shoulders, and he ducked when he stepped out. You weren’t sure if he entirely needed to, but you understood the urge – like an adult stepping out of a child’s playhouse. Scarred knuckles wrapped around the doorknob, and you knew his grip would swallow you whole by the way it engulfed the brass handle.
Animal instinct jarred you. Every hair from the base of your skull to the end of your spine stood on end as you tried to smell the air, listen to the wind, spot the predator’s intent before it was too late.
You didn’t have a problem with people balaclavas. You’d worn one the other day when you were shoveling the drive, but this looked less like protection and more like a threat.
Was he robbing your neighbor? Had a serial killer come to town? Oh, fuck.
You took a step back, reaching for your phone because you didn’t carry a weapon, especially not on a grocery run, and it was the closest thing you had to help.
“You the neighbor?”
He asked so casually, vaguely irritated, but relaxed. It wasn’t the voice of a man who’d just been caught committing a felony, and you took a second to look beyond the stranger’s mask (and size). There was a mug in his hand, and he wore a t-shirt with sweats. His socked feet lingered on the front step, just shy of the blue road salt and crisped ice. Not robbery gear. More like a… houseguest?
Your neighbor never had guests before.
It caught you so off guard your brain short circuited. He had always been a lone, helpless figure. Made sense he’d have friends, though. You couldn’t imagine he’d survive anywhere long without someone looking out for him.
You were still a little irritated that your neighbor had invited his own friend to his own house on his own property without informing you, but that was just the recluse inside snarling at a new face. Or half of one.
And – well – manners.
Holding out a mittened hand, you introduced yourself, adding, “I stopped to see if Johnny needed anyth-”
“No.” He shut you down so fast you reeled another step back. “Don’t need anything.”
He closed the door and that was that.
Sun glittered on the season’s collection of snow, a frozen fairyland that wouldn’t entirely melt until spring. Then there would be roads washed out, and mud, and you’d need to teach Johnny flash flood safety and…
It didn’t compute. Johnny was still home, so surely he’d pop out with an explanation.
You waited.
But he didn’t.
The absolute fuck?
Your spinning thoughts kept you trapped in your head for a solid minute, processing what had happened, what was implied, and what that meant for your neighborly relationship. Even when you managed to move, drive to town, and run your errands, the interaction prickled in your mind like a splinter.
You must’ve done something wrong.
Aged fluorescent lights strobed out of time with your cart’s shrieking wheels. You discovered your list wasn’t in your pocket. It waited at home, next to a pen to add Johnny’s requests. You’d already added things you doubted he’d think to ask for, and it would take time to pick apart your needs. The list wouldn’t have saved you, even if you’d remembered it.
Three bags of flour went into your cart. That was fine. They’d keep, and baking was a good way to combat cabin fever (it warmed the house as a bonus).
Two gallons of milk.
Wait.
No.
You put one back, self-conscious. A young mother with her baby stood just behind you, and an old woman was reviewing her coupons across the aisle. You refused to make eye contact, convinced you’d catch them watching. Did they see? Were they worried about your germs on the product you put back? Did they think you were too broke to buy what you needed? Maybe they thought you’d just broken up with your boyfriend or something.
You counted the squares in the linoleum as you marched away from the refrigerators’ humming. One less source of white noise. It didn’t help as much as you’d hoped. The real buzzing roared inside your skull.
Johnny was a pain in the ass, but at least he was friendly. He wasn’t considerate, but he always thanked you. His friend was a whole different beast. Unfriendly. With a spare set of teeth snarling at the world.
The stranger hadn’t even introduced himself. Was he staying long? Moving in? What was he to Johnny? That question alone would answer so many others.
Because you’d never seen him interact beyond basic business with the mechanic, you realized you had no idea of his sexual orientation. Was he gay? Bi? Pan?
His shirtless shoveling shenanigans annoyed you, yes, but you’d unconsciously granted him a little leeway, assuming it had to do with misguided masculine showmanship. The rooster strutting where the hen could see. The dumbass alpha male proving he was a good, strong provider who was also quite nice to look at.
Clearly you were wrong, and in retrospect, you couldn’t see him as anything but a narcistic dipshit in need of training wheels.
You’d thought, maybe, he even liked you. As a friend? A comrade against the cold? As something.
But you were just a stop-gap. Useful.
Convenient.
Until his real friend joined him.
You found your attention unraveling like a cheap sweater. No matter how hard to you dried to darn the holes, you couldn’t keep up with the loose thread undoing all your conscious measures. It was quickly becoming one of those days when you convinced yourself your therapist had lied about everything.
When you messed up, even in your head, everyone knew.
If they didn’t say otherwise, you were annoying everyone in the room. If they did say otherwise, they were just being polite.
You weren’t likeable, not loveable, and the minute you weren’t useful you should make yourself scarce. Otherwise, things would get awkward, and no one wanted that. You could be the adult. You could hack off a limb and smile about it.
It didn’t hurt, and even if it did, it shouldn’t, because you didn’t have a right to that feeling.
Alright. Fine.
You realized, just as you joined the line for the cashier, that you’d forgotten matches and sugar. They’d been on your list. But someone joined the line behind you, and unspoken social rules that probably didn’t exist shackled you in place. Too late. You’d look stupid. You’d bother someone. Oh well. You’d just have to make another trip. Soon. But not too soon. Now there were two sets of eyes watching you from the connecting drive, and you didn’t want to give them reason to gossip and laugh and assume…
Your pile of groceries looked too small on the conveyor belt. Roughly half what they’d been lately. Would the cashier notice? You were sure she did. The way she recited your total sounded disappointed. Was she counting on you buying more? Were you hurting the employees’ holiday bonus? Shit. Fuck.
The bags felt too heavy. Too light. You forgot your reusable sacks at home, and the plastic dug guilt and accusations into the crease of your palms. On top of everything else, you were killing the planet.
You drove home.
Along the river. Through the trees. Up the hills to your corrupted sanctuary.
At least you didn’t need to make a second trip to bring in all the shopping. Your haul landed on the counter, you threw the damned milk in the fridge, and you realized, as you opened the pantry, that you already had four bags of flour. Two all-purpose, two for bread. Because you’d planned to bake for two.
The flour hadn’t been on your list.
And there was no room for it.
Your lip wobbled, and you bit it ferociously, chewing it until the texture changed and bits of skin started peeling.
It wasn’t a problem. You liked being prepared. You’d dump it in one of the emergency storage totes you kept in the hall closet and be ready when something went wrong.
You did just that, popping open the plastic lid and layering the flour over dry lentils, black beans, and shelf-stable cartons of broth. You decided to add more baking supplies to the list. Even if the power went out you could use the wood-burning stove in the living room to make griddle cakes. Maybe even soda bread.
There. Yeah. That wasn’t so bad. A silver lining.
As you returned to the kitchen, brainstorming ways to atone for the plastic bags you’d used, the scent of coffee wafted down the hall. Which was strange. Because you hadn’t put the moka pot on. You rushed in, frowning.
The old drip machine you only used for company burbled in the corner, and the groceries sat precariously on the corner, shoved aside by the beast who’d wandered through your unlocked door.
A tall, mohawked figure groped, shoulder-deep, in your cabinets.
MacTavish.
The Scottish mumbling would’ve tipped you off even if you weren’t so familiar with his figure (and hair, and limited wardrobe).
Your angst tasted bitter as you swallowed it down. You needed space for the feelings popping like firecrackers in your chest.
Relief. Hope. Dread.
He was in your space without invitation, and with the morning you’d just had, you felt anything but comfortable. Either you’d jumped the gun, or he was bringing a delayed apology for his friend.
“Johnny? What are you doing here?”
He smiled over his shoulder as he pulled two cups down from the shelf. One with your college logo and your prized ugly mug.
“Hello, neighbor!” He cackled, laughing at his own joke. “Wanted to give you a heads up and have a chat. My friend’s come to stay with me.”
Friend? What flavor of friend?
“I know. We met this morning.”
“Aye. Real barrel o’ sunshine, isn’ he?”
“If you say so.”
You wanted to be nice. You wanted to be his friend, too. But you weren’t, and you’d worked so hard to be a good, reliable person he could depend on in a new town – you were drained.
“His name’s Ghost.”
Most people grew out of their edgelord status by their early twenties. Ghost –with his skull balaclava and gruff voice – seemed better fit for the emo table of a suburban high school cafeteria than the adult world.
Johnny kept prattling, making an introduction for someone who wasn’t even there. “Told him all about you! He was impressed. Smacked me over the head about the pipes and said we’d go into town for a generator before the next big snow.”
“Hard to predict the next big snow.”
“Aye. He said that, too.”
If Ghost could keep your insights out of his mouth, you would appreciate it. It felt like he was stealing something from you, and you found yourself shifting from foot to foot, arms crossed, waiting for something terrible to happen.
And it did.
Gesturing as he described his old buddy and new housemate, his elbows danced around your kitchen like battering rams. First, he struck a cabinet, which hurt him more than the wood. He laughed it off. Kept talking. You didn’t need to say a word. By that point, you probably couldn’t even if he left space to speak.
For the life of you, you couldn’t riddle out what his visit was for. It was exhausting. He never chattered so much when you brought food or showed him how to keep his home in one piece. Ghost must make him very happy. His joy made you anxious.
His arm wide, indicating the views he’d fallen for and not the practical considerations of living in the goddamn woods on a goddamn mountain, and you watched in slow motion as his forearm caught your ugly mug’s handle.
It spun, wobbling to the edge of the counter, and before you could move, it plummeted.
A bad day instantly became your worst in years.
It must’ve made a sound when it hit, but you didn’t hear it. Or didn’t remember it. You didn’t remember going to the floor after it, either.
Your mug was in pieces, and when you pulled them to safety, wrapped tight in your fist, the glazed edges cut deep. It was such an ugly little thing. Your ugly little thing. You’d made it in one of those sip-and-spin pottery classes with your pals before you stopped going to see people face-to-face.
The mug wasn’t a friend. It was all of your friends. It was the fun you, the one who went out and did things, and moved through life like a real, entire person.
It practically exploded when it hit the tile. Some pieces were bigger than others, but there were dozens of them. Glittering chips and flecks that you knew you’d be finding with your feet through the rest of the winter.
There was no fixing it. It hurt. You were bleeding. Red oozed up between your knuckles and snaked down your wrist.
“Oh, shite! Shite, shite, shite. Are you alright? Here, let me –”
You didn’t want him to touch it again. Didn’t want him to touch you and act like he gave a fuck. This was a big, ugly feeling bubbling up inside, and if he didn’t dislike you yet, he would when he saw all the tears and snot.
A pretty crier you were not.
And no one wanted to see that, or deal with it, or cope with someone else’s messy emotions.
“It’s fine. I’m okay.” You grit your teeth and smiled through them. “But I need to clean this up, and I still have groceries to put away. How about you get your friend settled and we can talk another time, okay?”
“Are you sure?” His attention was fixed on the blood. Bright red was such an alarming color. You could understand.
“Yeah. Just a little scratch. Promise. But I can’t play host and clean myself up.”
His neck went stiff, and his eyes flicked from your face to the floor. Several times. Like he was having an argument with himself. But in the end, he listened, nodded, and got back on his feet from where he’d knelt in front of you.
“If you insist. But we’re right over there if you need anything, aye?”
“I know.”
Finally, he left.
You got up and locked the door behind him. If you’d taken time to do that before you put away the groceries none of this would’ve happened. You would still have your mug and you wouldn’t be on the floor, crying and cradling the remains of something that mattered to you.
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He kept coming over when he needed things. Usually after Ghost’s truck rumbled down the drive. Sometimes he wanted advice. Sometimes he needed help. Usually he took tools and supplies he should’ve bought for himself.
You put your curtains to good work. You couldn’t remember a time you drew them so often. If he knocked, you’d answer, but the curtains were a good deterrent. Not foolproof, but something that gave you a little more power over your privacy.
Long jaunts into town have become escapes from your own home. Better the eyes of strangers – fleetingly painful – than the paranoia of sitting under glass where your neighbors might read your habits and foibles by the way the lights turn on and off through the night, might judge your messy hair through the kitchen window as you wash the dishes. Might, might, might. There were terrible possibilities in all that potential.
They were always there. One ready to freeze you out, the other hanging on your apron strings like a teenager who just got his first place. The conflict rubbed over your nerves like a match on a boot heel. Too much, too fast, and you’d combust.
So you found a lot of reasons to go into town. You remembered how much you liked the library, the joy of a cinnamon roll someone else baked, and hot coffee that didn’t come with a side of flashbacks.
The forecast predicted heavy snow overnight, and you made a day of grocery shopping, collecting novels from the library, and avoiding your neighbor’s last-minute requests.
You barely noticed the teens rushing out of the parking lot as you left your final stop, canvas bag loaded with enough media to keep you entertained through the storm of the century. No windows were broken. No key marks scuffed the paint. If they committed any mischief, it was minor.
Gas theft didn’t cross your mind until your engine quietly gave out and your car rolled to a stop between Nowhere and Nothing.
Understanding dawned with grudging revulsion. Like looking at the toilet and realizing it wouldn’t flush.  
The little shits had siphoned your tank.
You smacked the steering wheel, cursing.
So much for the benefit of the doubt. You couldn’t escape. Everyone everywhere just wanted to use you.
But it was fine. Everything would be fine. You were always prepared in case someone fucked you over. Your wellbeing was your responsibility, after all.
Climbing out of the warm cabin, you headed to the back and pulled out the emergency gas can.
The red plastic was shockingly light. You didn’t realize until you’d already thrown your weight into the yank. Unbalanced, you tottered, and your heel skidded over ice.
The snow cushioned your fall, and you stared blankly into the white limned branches overhead as you tried to process the last five seconds. Things like this happened to idiots. They did not happen to you. Careful, cautious you with your backup plans and reserves.
You had simply made a mistake. Somewhere. Somehow. You’d find an explanation.
When you sat up, still in a state of shock, you examined the can, expecting signs of a mouse, or a crack, or…
An I.O.U. was taped to the back.
You knew the handwriting all too well.
That shitting little…
The snow arrived. Silence swallowed the mountain, and the gloaming snuffed the last of the sun’s warmth.
You sat alone on the side of the road, well aware that no one would come up this way for hours. Days maybe.
You had made a mistake.
You made your neighbor chicken soup.
Your nose burned, and you sniffed. Hot tears rolled down your face, burning as they went, and you wiped at them furiously. The wool of your mittens chafed your cheek. Your lip wobbled, and you hurled the empty can into the woods.
Fuck Johnny MacTavish.
Fuck Ghost.
Fuck your life.
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fantasticnegrito · 2 years ago
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Roasted Chicken Rub Recipe The ideal rub for roast chicken, this seasoning for whole chicken contains paprika, garlic powder, thyme, rosemary, and sage. 1.5 teaspoons dried rosemary, 1 tablespoon ground thyme, 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper, 1.5 teaspoons ground black pepper, 1 tablespoon celery flakes, 1 tablespoon garlic powder, 1 tablespoon paprika, 1 tablespoon onion powder, 1 tablespoon kosher salt, 2 teaspoons dried sage
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barthess · 2 years ago
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Roasted Chicken Rub The ideal rub for roast chicken, this seasoning for whole chicken contains paprika, garlic powder, thyme, rosemary, and sage.
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why-the-heck-not · 1 year ago
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"...and now a quick  1-1.5h simmer" why do I do this
”quick fast dinner, gotta go to sleep soon” then pray tell,, why are u cooking things in separate batches?? and ohmygod is that tomato sauce mf reducing on the stove ?????
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taylor-titmouse · 2 months ago
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Chicken Noodle Soup
Ingredients
2 tbsp butter
4 ribs celery , diced
4-5 large carrots diced
4 cloves garlic , minced
12 cups chicken broth
1 tbsp chicken bouillon granules, to taste
1 tbsp dried rosemary
1 tbsp dried thyme
1 tbsp crushed red pepper flakes
1 tbsp salt, to taste
2 tbsp black pepper, to taste
4 cups dry egg noodles
3 cups of shredded rotisserie chicken
Lemon juice to taste
Instructions
* Add the butter, and diced veggies to a pot over medium-high heat. Saute for abt 3 minutes. Add garlic.
* Add chicken stock and spices. Taste and add chicken bouillon granules as needed.
* Bring broth to a boil and let simmer for 15 mins. Add egg noodles and turn heat to low until al dente
* Season with lemon juice to taste (literally just a tiny lil bit to brighten the soup)
did you mean to send me a soup recipe. like. i might try it but did you mean to send this to me on my porn blog
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scaphismx · 4 months ago
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I really hate information gatekeeping, so I’m posting the info my dietician gave me today
This post contains information on plate balancing, a 5 day 1500 calorie meal plan, and healthy snack recipes. This is recommended for those looking to lose weight ONLY if it is both safe and wanted. For more accurate and helpful information to your own specific needs, please seek out a nutritionist/dietician !! This post is NOT for disordered eating or unhealthy weight loss
**Disclaimer: These recommendations and recipes were from my dietician, for me and my needs. These might not work for you ! Always listen to your body. I’m simply sharing this info for anyone who might find it helpful. Stay happy and healthy friends, remember: we’re not striving for perfection, we’re striving for sustainability
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Plate balancing
1.) Make 1/4 of your plate lean protein
skinless chicken
skinless turkey
very lean meat
fish & shellfish
skim or low-fat milk
unsweetened soy milk
skim or low-fat Greek yogurt
low-fat cottage cheese
low-fat cheese
eggs or egg whites
tofu
protein powder
2.) Make 1/4 of your plate complex carbohydrates
brown or wild rice
whole wheat bread or
englsh muffin
whole wheat pasta
whole wheat couscous
barley, farro, or quinoa
potato / sweet potato
pumpkin / winter squash
corn
peas
beans/lentils
oats
cassava
tapioca
plantain
pita
wrap
3.) Make 1/2 of your plate low-starch vegetables
artichokes
asparagus
bean sprouts
green beans
beets
broccoli
brussels sprouts
cabbage
carrots
cauliflower
celery
cucumber
eggplant
jicama
leafy greens
mushrooms
onion
peppers
zucchini
summer squash
tomatoes
4.) Add a healthy fat
1/4 avocado
2 tbsp unsalted nut butter
< 1/4 cup unsalted nuts
2 tbsp olive oil
5-10 olives
2 tbsp hummus
2 tbsp seeds
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Healthy Snack Combinations
ALL SNACKS ARE ~200 CALORIES and 20-30g carbohydrates
➢ 1 small apple (~4oz) with 1 tablespoon all natural peanut butter, almond butter, cashew butter or sun butter.
~160 calories, 8g fat, 1g saturated fat, 20g carbohydrate, 5 g fiber, 60mg sodium, 5 G protein
➢ 1 KIND Bar – avoid bars with coconut or yogurt
~180-200 calories, 14g fat, 2 g saturated fat, 16g carbohydrate, 5g fiber, 15mg sodium, 6g protein
➢ 2 Hearty Rye Wasa Crackers (or 1 slice whole grain toast) with ½ cup low-fat cottage cheese and 2 tablespoons salsa –make warm in microwave
~200 calories, 2.5g fat, 1.5g saturated fat, 30g carbohydrate, 4g fiber, 640mg sodium, 14g protein ***This snack is higher in sodium than others ***
➢ 1 frozen whole grain waffle with 0% fat plain Greek yogurt and 5 sliced strawberries or 2 tablespoons blueberries, blackberries or raspberries
~200 calories, 0g fat, 0g saturated fat, 27g carbohydrate, 4g fiber, 80mg sodium, 18g protein
➢ 20 Baby Carrots with 2 tablespoons hummus or 2 tablespoons guacamole
~140 calories, 6g fat, 0g saturated fat, 21g carbohydrate, 4.5g fiber, 120mg sodium, 3 g protein
➢ 5 celery stalks with 1 tablespoon peanut butter and 14 raisins (about 1 tablespoon)
~175 calories, 8g fat, 1g saturated fat, 20g carbohydrate, 5g fiber, 60mg sodium, 5g protein
➢ ½ cup frozen peaches (warm in microwave), mix with 6oz low-fat vanilla Greek yogurt + 2 teaspoons flaxseed
o ~198 calories, 2g fat, 0g saturated fat, 29.6g carbohydrate, 60mg sodium15g protein
➢ ½ Banana with 1 cup of low-fat milk, 1 cup ice-blend
~150 calories, 2.5g fat, 1.5g saturated fat, 27g carbohydrate, 1.5g fiber, 125mg sodium, 8g protein
➢ Non-fat Greek yogurt or low-fat cottage cheese with ½ cup Kashi 7 whole grain flakes cereal with cinnamon
~190 calories, 0.5g fat, 0g saturated fat, 27g carbohydrate, 3g fiber, 120mg sodium, 21g protein
➢ 1 cup Amy’s light sodium Lentil/vegetable soup
~160 calories, 4g fat, 0.5g saturated fat, 24g carbohydrates, 8g fiber, 340mg sodium, 7g protein
➢ 1 Whole grain English Muffin (toasted), sprinkle with 1/8 cup low-fat mozzarella cheese, chopped tomato, fresh scallions or basil
~195 calories, 3.5g fat, 1.5g saturated fat, 30g carbohydrate, 5g fiber, 350mg sodium, 9g protein
➢ Small bag of Soy Crisps
~140 calories, 3g fat, 0g saturated fat, 18g carbohydrate, 3g fiber, 520mg sodium, 9g protein
➢ 1 ½ medium apple topped with 1 slice of low fat cheddar cheese (sliced thin, 1oz), broiled 3 minutes with ½ teaspoon chives
~100 calories, 2g fat, 1g saturated fat, 13g carbohydrate, 2g fiber, 170mg sodium, 7g protein
➢ 1 cup watermelon, 1oz Feta (cubed), ½ small cucumbers. Skewer 1 cube watermelon, 1 small cube feta and 1 slice cucumber on each of 5 toothpicks.
~160 calories, 6g fat, 4g saturated fat, 17g carbohydrate, 0.6g fiber, 300mg sodium, 5 g protein
➢ Small 16oz non-fat iced cappuccino
~100 calories, 0g fat, 0g saturated fat, 14g carbohydrate, 120mg sodium, 9g protein
➢ Kale Chips: 2 cups raw kale (stems removed), tossed with 1 teaspoon olive oil and baked at 400 degrees until crisp
~102 calories, 5.4g fat, 0.7g saturated fat, 13.4g carbohydrate, 2.7g fiber, 58mg sodium, 4.4g protein
➢ 1/2 English muffin with 2 tablespoons cottage cheese and 3 slices cucumber
~88 calories, 0.8g fat, 0.2g saturated fat, 15.4g carbohydrate, 0.5g fiber, 216mg sodium, 5.5g protein
➢ Greek Tomatoes: 2 medium tomatoes chopped and mixed with 2 tablespoons feta and 1 squeeze lemon juice
~61 calories, 4.1g fat, 2.8g saturated fat, 3.2g carbohydrates, 0.7g fiber, 212mg sodium, 3.2g protein
➢ Caprese Salad: 1 ounce (about 1 hockey puck) fresh mozzarella, top with 1/3 cup cherry tomatoes and 2 teaspoons balsamic vinegar
~80 calories, 4.6g fat, 2.5g saturated fat, 4.2g carbohydrates, 0.7g fiber, 30mg sodium, 6.5g protein
➢ 5 animal crackers with ½ cup skim milk
~85 calories, .7g fat, 0g saturated fat, 14.5g carbohydrates, 0.2g fiber, 97mg sodium, 4.7g protein
➢ 1 rice cake with 2 teaspoons almond butter
~102 calories, 6.6g fat, 0.7g saturated fat, 9.6g carbohydrates, 0.8g fiber, 30mg sodium, 2.3g protein
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1500 calorie, 5-day meal plan.
The menus in this handout provide about 1,500 calories per day. Each daily menu has:
7 servings of protein (P)
Proteins can include: lean meat, fish, poultry, beans, reduced-fat cheese or egg.
Weight for meat is after cooking.
A 3-ounce (oz) portion would count as 3 servings.
12 servings of carbohydrate (C)
Carbohydrates can include: fat-free or 1% milk or “light” yogurt with less than 100 Calories, fruit, bread, grains, starchy vegetables or other carbohydrates.
Measure cooked hot cereals and pasta.
Substitute 2 slices reduced calorie (40 Calories/slice) bread for 1 slice regular bread.
3 or more servings non-starchy vegetables (V)
Non-starchy vegetables can include: lettuce, broccoli, cabbage, carrots, cauliflower, green beans, tomatoes, etc.
4 servings of fat (F)
Fats can include: margarine, salad dressing, mayonnaise, nuts, olives, etc.
Substitute 1 tablespoon reduced-fat margarine for 1 teaspoon regular.
“Free” foods (*)
Free foods are foods with very few calories and little fat or carbohydrate.
Day 1
Breakfast:
1 slice toast (C) with 1 tablespoon peanut butter (P, F)
6 oz “light” fruit yogurt (C)
Orange (C)
Lunch:
Ham sandwich: 1 oz ham (P), 1 slice low-fat cheese (P), 2 slices bread (2C), lettuce and
tomato (V), 1 teaspoon mayonnaise (F), mustard (*)
Raw broccoli (V)
Small pear (C)
15 fat-free or baked snack chips (C)
Evening Meal:
4 oz boneless, skinless chicken breast (4P),
2/3 cup cooked pasta (2C) with mushrooms, zucchini, pepper (V), 1 teaspoon olive oil (F)
Green salad (V) with 2 tablespoons reduced-fat salad dressing (F)
17 small grapes (C)
Snacks:
3 (2 ½ inch) graham crackers (C) and 1 cup fat-free milk (C)
Day 2
Breakfast:
1 slice low-fat cheese or 1 egg or ¼ cup egg substitute (P)
4-inch waffle (C, F) with 2 tablespoons sugar-free syrup (*)
1 cup fresh or frozen (sugar-free) berries (C)
1 cup fat-free or 1% milk (C)
Lunch:
Bean salad with ¼ cup grated low-fat cheese (P), ½ cup beans (P, C), tomato, onion, carrots,
lettuce, cucumbers (V), 2 tablespoons reduced-fat ranch dressing (F) and salsa (*)
15 fat-free or baked snack chips (C)
Large banana (2C)
Evening Meal:
4 oz roast beef (4P)
½ cup potatoes (C)
1 oz roll (C) with 1 teaspoon margarine (F)
Steamed carrots and cauliflower (V)
Tossed salad (V) with 2 tablespoons reduced-fat salad dressing (F)
1 cup melon cubes (C)
Snacks:
6 saltine crackers (C)
Small apple (C)
Day 3
Breakfast:
1 egg or ¼ cup egg substitute (P)
½ cup oatmeal (C) with 1 teaspoon margarine (F) and sugar substitute (*)
1 cup fat-free or 1% milk (C)
½ grapefruit (C)
Lunch:
Grilled chicken Caesar salad: romaine lettuce (V), 2 oz boneless skinless chicken breast
(2P), mushrooms, peppers (V), 1 tablespoon Caesar dressing (F), ½ cup croutons (C), 1
tablespoon grated parmesan cheese (*)
1 cup chicken noodle soup (C) with 6 saltine or 24 oyster crackers (C)
Small pear (C)
Evening Meal:
Cheeseburger: 3 oz lean ground beef (3P), 1 slice low-fat cheese (P), 1 hamburger bun (2C),
onion, lettuce, tomato (V), 1 teaspoon mayonnaise (F), mustard (*)
Green beans (V) with 1 teaspoon margarine (F)
Large kiwi fruit (C)
Snacks:
¾ cup wheat flakes cereal (C) and 1 cup fat-free or 1% milk (C)
Day 4
Breakfast:
1 slice low-fat cheese (P)
1 English muffin (2C) with 1 teaspoon margarine (F) and sugar-free jam (*)
½ cup unsweetened applesauce (C)
Lunch:
Roast beef sandwich: 2 oz roast beef (2P), 2 slices bread (2C), lettuce and tomato (V), 1
teaspoon mayonnaise (F)
Raw celery (V)
Small banana (C) and sugar-free gelatin dessert (*)
8 animal crackers (C)
Evening Meal:
4 oz broiled fish (4P)
8 inch corn on cob or 1 cup whole kernel corn (2C)
Steamed broccoli (V)
1 teaspoon margarine (F) for seasoning vegetables
Tossed salad (V) with 2 tablespoons reduced-fat salad dressing (F)
Nectarine (C)
Snacks:
2 rice cakes (C) and 1 cup fat-free or 1% milk (C)
Day 5
Breakfast:
Vegetable omelet: 1 egg or ¼ cup egg substitute (1P), onion, mushroom, pepper (V), nonfat
cooking spray (*)
1 slice toast (C) with 1 teaspoon margarine (F)
1 cup fat-free or 1% milk (C)
Orange (C)
Lunch:
Tuna salad: 2 oz water pack tuna, drained (2P), celery, onions (V), dill pickle (*), 1 teaspoon
mayonnaise or (F)
Baby carrots and romaine lettuce (V)
12 saltine crackers or 2 slices bread (2C)
Small apple (C)
½ cup sugar-free, fat-free pudding (C)
Evening Meal:
Chicken fajitas: 4 oz boneless, skinless chicken breast (4P), six-inch low fat tortilla (C),
grilled onions, peppers and tomatoes (V), 2 tablespoons sour cream (F), salsa (*)
2/3 cup rice (2C)
Green salad (V) with 2 tablespoons reduced-fat salad dressing (F)
Snacks:
8 animal crackers (C) and 1 cup fat-free or 1% milk (C)
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klarastjarnljus · 11 months ago
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Soups I've made recently:
Salmon soup with carrot, onion, garlic, bok choi, celery, lime, sesame oil, mirin, Japanese soy sauce, chili flakes, veggie boullion and glass noodles.
Spinach soup. (Spinach, onion, garlic, veggie boullion and cream.)
Veggie soup with cabbage, carrot, onion, garlic and celery.
Broccoli and cheese soup. (Broccoli, onion, garlic, cream and cheese.)
Veggie soup (above) with salmon and parsley.
Creamy salmon soup with carrot, celery, chili flakes and dill.
Sweet potato soup with carrot, onion, garlic, lentils and parsley.
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gatheringbones · 7 months ago
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woke up, stripped the chicken carcass, put the bones and fat and skin in a stock pot with garlic ginger onion celery hondashi kelp bonito flakes fish sauce mirin sake soy sauce peppercorns salt, simmered it for eight hours, strained it, added my shredded chicken meat and my chopped homegrown green onions and bok choy and dried udon noodles, served with kimchi and chili crisp on top
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beautyandlifestyleblog86 · 1 year ago
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Nutrient-dense meal prep recipes that can help promote healthy eyesight:
1. Salmon and Quinoa Salad:
- Cook quinoa according to package instructions and let cool.
- Season salmon fillets with olive oil, lemon juice, and herbs, then bake until cooked through.
- Combine quinoa, mixed greens, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, and avocado in a bowl.
- Top with flaked salmon and a drizzle of balsamic vinaigrette.
2. Roasted Vegetable and Chickpea Buddha Bowl:
- Toss chopped sweet potatoes, bell peppers, zucchini, and red onion with olive oil and seasonings.
- Roast in the oven until vegetables are tender and slightly crispy.
- Serve over cooked quinoa or brown rice, along with roasted chickpeas and a dollop of hummus.
3. Spinach and Feta Stuffed Bell Peppers:
- Cut bell peppers in half lengthwise and remove seeds and membranes.
- Saute spinach, diced tomatoes, garlic, and feta cheese in a skillet until wilted.
- Stuff the bell peppers with the spinach mixture and bake until peppers are tender.
4. Lentil and Vegetable Soup:
- Saute onions, carrots, celery, and garlic in a large pot until softened.
- Add lentils, diced tomatoes, vegetable broth, and seasonings.
- Simmer until lentils are cooked through, then stir in chopped kale or spinach before serving.
5. Greek Chicken Bowls:
- Marinate chicken breasts in olive oil, lemon juice, garlic, and oregano.
- Grill or bake chicken until cooked through, then slice into strips.
- Serve over a bed of cooked quinoa or brown rice, along with cucumber, cherry tomatoes, red onion, feta cheese, and a drizzle of tzatziki sauce.
These meal prep recipes are packed with nutrients that are beneficial for eye health, including vitamins A, C, E, and zinc, as well as omega-3 fatty acids and antioxidants.
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kedreeva · 11 months ago
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Well, it took 2 full days of reducing, but here's my chicken stock bullion! It is cooling/freezing in my little portable freezer so it doesn't wreck the temp o in my real freezer, and then I will pop them out and stash them in the chest freezer for later use. We don't eat a lot of chicken, but we do use a lot of chicken stock for rice dishes, and this reduces our non-compostable waste.
I also pitted, cut, packed, and froze 4lbz of dark sweet cherries for later. LOOK at how pretty these bad boys are!
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Recipe for the bullion under cut!
4 rotisserie chicken carcasses (everything we didn't eat the day of acquisition, bones, skin, juices etc)
6-8 large carrots (washed, ends clipped, but not peeled), cut in half to make thick chunks
1 Vidalia onion (as much of it as possible, chunked into quarters)
2 celery hearts (pulled apart, tips snipped, green stalks only not the yellow inner heart... That's for me to crunch on while waiting)
3 heads of garlic (not cloves, the whole head, cloves peeled)
1/2-3/4 cup dried parsley flakes (prefer to use whole fresh stalks but my garden is still growing and I have dried to use up)
Salt (no idea how much but. Salt.
Normally that's the recipe but it's been kind of bland (I know chicken stock is supposed to be kind of bland but this was worse) so I also added a tablespoon of cumin, a pinch of paprika, a pinch of cinnamon, and a spoonful of brown sugar, and it really kicked the flavor up well.
Toss everything into the pot, fill with water past the level of the stuff in it, and let simmer (not boil) for 8-12 hours. If you want the broth to be clear (not opaque) you can skim the foam/Stuff off the top as you go, and make sure you DO NOT BOIL it. Once it hits boil temp the proteins dissolve and cannot be separated back out and the broth will be opaque. Which doesn't hurt anything imo and skimming is more work so I don't bother, but some people don't like it.
Remove the chicken and stuff to a bowl or other pot (I use a screen colander over a smaller pot and ladle stuff in until I'm sure it will fit and then dump the rest in). Take the clean liquid that is left and reduce to the desired concentration. I could have gone another hour or so on this batch, I think but I was done waiting.
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