#Chopped Steak Burger

[rabbitcruiser]

Snack a Pickle Day

Snack a Pickle Day is a day for snacking on pickles. Pickles, which usually mean pickled cucumbers when spoke of in the United States, are preserved in a brine or vinegar solution, and flavored with herbs and seasonings. The word “pickle” is derived from the Dutch word pekel, which means brine. The pickling process was invented around 1440, and many people were making pickles in their homes by the 1600’s. This was helped with the invention of the mason jar in 1858. Pickles are a low calorie food and high in vitamin K, but they may also be high in sodium. Each year Americans eat about 9 pounds of pickles.

How to Observe Snack a Pickle Day

The day should be celebrated by snacking on a pickle! Pickles can be eaten on their own or with a meal. They can be put on a hamburger,or chopped into a relish and put on a hot dog. Sometimes they are served on a stick, and sometimes they are even deep fried. There are many types of pickles to try:

Bread and butter—part of sweet family of pickles; has onions and bell peppers; sometimes have a waffle-esque shape; solution of vinegar, sugar, and spices; name comes from Omar and Cora Fanning, Illinois cucumber farmers who started selling the pickles in the early 1920’s and filed for the name in 1923; name derived from how they traded their pickles for things like bread and butter during rough years.

Cinnamon—bright red and flavored with cinnamon; sometimes a Christmas treat.

Dill—made with dill herbs or dill oil; have been served in New York City since at least 1899.

Gherkins—smaller and usually sweeter; made with Burr or West Indian cucumbers; sometimes “gherkin” is a generic term used for pickles in the U.K., Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand.

Kool-aid—soaked in kool-aid and pickle brine.

Kosher dill—dill pickle with lots of garlic in the salt brine.

Polish—somewhere between kosher dill and sour.

Sour—fermented longer in brine, which makes them sourer.

Sour mixed—sour pickles cut and mixed with other veggie such as onions, cauliflower, carrots, and peppers.

Sour relish—made with finely chopped sour pickles with other vegetables; also called “piccalili.”

Sweet—usually made with vinegar, spices, and sugar; includes sliced sweet pickles, or “cross cuts”, which are cut crosswise into chips.

Sweet mixed—sweet pickles mixed with other vegetables.

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[fieriframes]

[This is my son.]

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

FOR THE LOVE OF VINTAGE SIGNS AND THE CLASSIC AMERICAN DINER ESTABLISHMENT.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on quintessential mid-century Americana -- a vintage sign advertising a dining establishment named Mr. Karass' Charbroiled Steaks, Chops, Chicken, Burgers, & Breakfast Special, unknown state & city, USA, undated.

Source: http://bummercalifornia.com.

[six-of-ravens]

anyway on a non-work-related note, today at lunch i finally washed out the BBQ so it's HOT DOG TIIIIIME

[resident-gay-bitch]

🦇 Stranger Saturdays 🦇

Chef Eddie x Overworked Steve (Steddie) cw: gets a little steamy at the end, nothing explicit but heavily implied

Steve who’s endlessly busy in his corperate big boy job and doesn’t have time or energy to cook, starts becoming really unhealthy, skipping meals, eating vending machine snacks and McDonald’s when he finally leaves the office at 2 am, and Robin snaps at him about it one day when he’s green, throwing up in his paper bin at work and refusing to go home. She demands he eat better!

So, he hires a private chef. Out the back of his big house he has a pool house that he ads to the advertisement. Basically, he’s offering free accommodation, plus a paycheck for someone to cook him three meals a day.

Enter Eddie Munson, who’s always loved cooking and is slowly losing his sanity as a line cook, wasting away in his grimy apartment one afternoon, thinking about the window he has to get sealed before winter and the new lock he needs on the door and is wondering if he can afford to buy a steak if he omits a few things on his next grocery run because his birthdays coming up, when he sees the add. Obviously, he jumps on it.

Steve, desperate, and a big fan of greasy burgers and diner breakfasts, hires Eddie immediately, doesn’t even meet the guy since he’s so busy at work, and lets Robin handle the rest since she was so adamant on it.

Steve wakes up at 5 every morning and is out the door before 6, and doesn’t get home till after 10 pm most nights, so Eddie keeps missing him.

He’s always sure to have dinner made and ready for Steve before he heads home, then knocks off for the night and either crashes or goes out.

He prepares lunch the day prior and leaves it in a lunch box in the fridge for Steve with a friendly sticky note to have a nice day, along with the ingredients.

He also wakes up at 4 every morning, or just stays up long enough, to have breakfast cooked and plated by the time Steve’s alarm goes off in the morning, then heads back to the pool house to sleep in before he can catch Steve.

It’s not for ages that they actually meet, and Steve feels guilty for never saying hello to the guy slaving over a stove for him three times a day, who’s literally living in his house, but he’s a busy man. Plus, the guy has a great gig, free housing, Nice housing, and all he has to do is cook a couple of meals a day, and can eat as much of the food as he likes?!

Steve does always send him thank you messages with compliments after each meal.

One evening, Steve comes home early. It’s been a very slow, terrible week and Steve just needed a break. Robin sent him home with strict demands to do some self care and SLEEP since he basically hasn’t slept all week.

Cue him walking in as Eddie’s cooking dinner.

He's got metal music blasting, hair tied back into a low bun, ripped jeans on and a tight top, all under an apron. He’s at the stove, stirring something up and banging his head, so Steve can’t see his face.

He turns around, heading to the island, lost in his business so he doesn’t even notice Steve standing in the doorway, and starts chopping up a pumpkin.

And not only is his face fucking cute, all big brown eyes and pink plush lips; he’s fucking hot. Tattoos down the length of his arms, big hands gripping the knife, muscles flexing, veins popping out as he pushes down on the blade to cut through the tough vegetable.

And Steve’s brain melts.

Eddie catches sight of him and actually screams.

They get acquainted quickly, Eddie’s adorably rambling about how grateful he is for the gig, telling Steve he was worried about his next grocery run and the coming winter, and how he’s a struggling musician; and with these paychecks and stability he’s afforded to use recording studios and a decent fucking amp for his guitar, all whilst he chops and stirs and cooks Steve his new favorite soup.

Steve goes on to thank Eddie for all these amazing fucking meals, how he actually feels really healthy again, and is able to do more in his day and sleep better at night, and how he always gets excited to come home to a good meal every night, maybe desert if he’s lucky, how he always loves Eddie’s little sticky notes.

Once the meal’s cooked and plated, Eddie goes to put his own in a take out container and give Steve his space, but Steve insists Eddie stay and eat with him. It’s the least he could do, right?

So they stay and chat over dinner, and then maybe Eddie just really likes Steve’s company, and maybe he thinks he’s really hot, and maybe he doesn’t want Steve to disappear to bed right now because god knows when the next time they’ll see each other is, so he suggests they have dessert.

And Eddie totally doesn’t suggest a fresh, homemade apple pie because he knows it will take ages on purpose, he just knows Steve likes Eddie’s apple pie.

And Steve helps him make it. He lets Eddie boss him around the kitchen and make fun of his atrocious pastry rolling technique, and tries not to blush because Eddie’s putting his big hands over Steve’s and teaching him how to do it properly. And Steve’s never liked people bossing him around before, he’s always been the big man in charge, but something about the way Eddie does it makes his insides tingle.

Once’s the pie is done and ready to eat (hours later), they sit together on the kitchen isle, and Steve’s wondering if it would be unethical to maybe ask this guy on a date because he’s really cute and fucking hot and he thinks maybe they’ve been flirting a bit, and he’s also not getting hard at the sight of Eddie pushing the icecream off his spoon with his finger and then licking it off-

But before Steve can even think any further on that, Eddie’s all up in his space, holding a spoon full of pie and ice cream to Steve’s lips, telling him to open, and Steve’s brain short circuits.

He tries to eat it nicely, he really does, but some melted ice cream dribbles down his chin, and Eddie picks Steve’s chin up and wipes it away with his thumb.

And then, the icing on the fucking cake, he presses his icecream coated thumb to Steve’s lips, and tells him to lick it clean.

Their pie is abandoned until morning, Eddie learns what it looks like upstairs, and Steve definitely gets the self care he needed that night.

When he rocks up at work the next day he’s a whole other person, and Robin is baffled. When he opens his lunchbox, he finds a slice of pie and a little note saying, “Hope you like it, princess, but I gotta say it’s not quite as sweet as your ass.” And then Robin suddenly gets it.

When Steve knocks off at 12 am that night, he flicks Eddie a text “Hope my dinner is microwaveable, I’ll be home in 10, wait for me upstairs?”

And once again, Steve shows up to work positively glowing. Oh and it’s nothing compared to the “self care” he gets on days off.

Steddie in EVERY universe

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

A) The everything burrito:

B) Kitchen sink ice cream sundae: three sliced bananas, scoops of your choice of up to 8 flavors of ice creams, 8 servings of toppings, mounds and mounds of whipped cream, chopped toasted almonds and cherries. It’s called the kitchen sink because it’s literally big enough to fit a kitchen sink.

(Side note: none of these are made up. I’ve seen all of these food items before)

[rabbitcruiser]

Food in Alberta

Alberta was named after Princess Louise Caroline Alberta (1848–1939), the fourth daughter of Queen Victoria. Princess Louise was the wife of John Campbell, Marquess of Lorne, Governor General of Canada (1878–83). Lake Louise and Mount Alberta were also named in her honour.

The name "Alberta" is a feminine Latinized form of Albert, the name of Princess Louise's father, the Prince Consort (cf. Medieval Latin: Albertus, masculine) and its Germanic cognates, ultimately derived from the Proto-Germanic language *Aþalaberhtaz (compound of "noble" + "bright/famous").

Source: Wikipedia

[fieriframes]

Do you have any new year's resolutions??

[RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPiTER.]

[coopers-kitchen]

This pig first found out about his dad’s taste when he found out that the reason he was never allowed in the basement as a kid is because it’s where his dad and uncle butchered and portioned up all those fat boys that kept disappearing in “bear attacks”.

Well, ever since his dad came down and found his own son had stripped off and locked himself up in a feeding cage, the family’s gotten closer than ever. This hog helps with the hunts, the care, the prep, and he’s been getting nice and fat on a diet of fresh longpork.

Well, it wasn’t too long before curiosity turned to acceptance. He knew his dad wanted to eat him, and he knew he’d be damn delicious, too. He walked around naked, all those choice cuts on display. Now that cannibalism has been legalised, he doesn’t even need to hide it. He’s even brought some pigs from college home to meet the family.

Well, the sad fact is this pig realised that it wasn’t enough to just be butchered - he wanted a live roast, so he could feel every moment of the prep, and feel himself change from pig to pork.

Well, his dad’s been cooking up longpig for decades, but never a whole one. It’s a whole different skillset and, even though they tried with a few pigs, he never got the knack of a live cook. Sure, he’d dreamed of what his son would taste like ever since he saw him locked up between a Swedish backpacker and a college student he’d hooked up with, but it’s one thing to butcher a random hog, it’s another to do it to your son when he wants nothing more than to be cooked alive.

Well, I’m always interested in helping a hog achieve his dreams, and when they contacted me I was more than happy to help out - after all, not only do I have the skills, I have the sort of kitchen most pigs can only dream of. Dad was even kind enough to throw in a pig he’d butcher for me, lining up all his caged stock for a virtual meat inspection. Soon, they were on their way to LA alongside a few coolers filled with sausages, burgers, chops, steaks, ribs, ground meat, and meat for stuffing, all harvested from a delicious volunteer that had spent six months in a feeding cage ready to butcher.

This pig could barely wait for the oven. He’d spent three days on an all beer diet and shaved himself totally smooth. Some basic prep, one last fuck, and he was ready to stuff (longpork, wild rice, apple, and whisky), glaze (a honey apple reduction), truss up, and slide into the oven with a juicy red apple wedged between his teeth for the live roast he’d been dreaming of.

Well, cooking a pig like this is an all-day project, so me and his dad had a chat, talking shop. We had a light lunch, and he’s definitely an expert butcher based on how delicious and juicy those longpork chops were. Still, we all knew what the main event was: the whole roast currently squirming as he felt his meat cooking, and we only got hungrier as the smell of roasting pork filled the house, my eager housepigs sorting out all the side dishes and serving us however we wanted and, well, longpig is an aphrodisiac.

By the time evening rolled by, we were ready to eat, and it’s rare to see a dad that eager to dig into his son, or for anyone to match my appetite. Between the two of us we made a decent dent in this hog in a few days, and by the time dad was ready to make the trip back east he’d gained a few pounds, a better understanding of the art of cooking, and the contact details of one of my proteges who’s looking for a supplier for his new restaurant.

[rainbowkirby]

There's some Drawings that I did of Chaos island in Chaos realm.

There are Village, Home and Market, Also there's Havik's Palace. Theres A lot of boats and there's flurry Whale floating around in the sky.

There is A plaza at the Called the Sugar Skull Plaza. There's a market restaurant and more. And there also have plenty of houses where people can live In Beaches.

There is food that Chaos Realmer eats at the restaurant. There's seafood blue bananas, Watermelon blueberries raspberries strawberries Blackberries. There's homemade dill pickles sushi Crabs lobster fish salmon steak Burgers pork chops chicken wings and more. Including Drinks like Wine and homemade Sodas, and homemade Lemonade And iced tea lots and lots of ice tea. Chaos Realmers loves iced tea and that's their favorite.

This is the Chaos Realmer. I can draw more next. But the Chao Realmers that I draw I just wanted to show.

That's it for today....

[sab-teraa]

Aaaa. I'm sorry I meant to ask SOUTH AFRICAN FOOD RECCOS

Oh I see! We are a multicultural country, and our food reflects that too. So food like burgers, pasta etc are extremely popular and part of our usual diet. Also, we are not the most vegetarian-friendly nation, so I do not too many recs for that. But here are a few South African "delicacies":

Bunny chow (basically South African curry in a massive bread bowl with carrot salad) SO GOOD!

Durban style biryani - very different to Indian styles of biryani and is kinda more like a pulao and has lentils etc. (CAN BE VEGETARIAN)

Wors rolls with onions, a mix of peri, and all gold tomato sauce, omfg drooling!

Biltong and droëwors (my all-time favourite snack).

Rusks (must be dipped in Ceylon aka five roses tea)

Braai. - our version of a BBQ - but we DO not do stuff like hotdogs, etc. Braais are often chicken pieces, sosaties, lamb chops, wors, and steak, served with potato or baked beans salad or chakalaka. Meat is also seasoned with a bunch of local marinades and it is very common to add beer.

Braai broodtjies (basically sandwich toasted on the braai, can be vegetarian ... most common being cheese)

Potjiekos - can be a stew or curry cooked long and slow in a 3-legged pot for HOURS ... so divine.

Mosbolletjies - delicious sweet bread ahhhh with a ton of butter

Beerbread

Samp + beans and mutton curry (can be veg curry) - a fusion of Zulu and Indian culture - cook separately and then add all together in one pot and ahhhh so divine.

Steak with biltong cheese sauce with creamy spinach, butternut and chips.

Burgers with either biltong, mushroom or monkey gland sauce

Peri peri chicken livers or giblets

Malva pudding

Milk tart

Peppermint crisp tart

Tinroof ice cream (not a fave of mine tbh)

Koeksisters

MEALIEBREADDDDDD

[altocat]

Hey Sephiroth! How you doin? Hope all is well! Sorry to bug you with a question, but I was just wondering what are your opinions on the “is a hot dog a sandwich” debate? (And your buddies’ views too lol!)

Take care! *does a little salute*

"A hot dog is not a sandwich. I don't know why this is even up for debate."

"It's between two slices of bread. That's pretty cut 'n dry in my book."

"Yes, but the contents between the two slices do not constitute typical sandwich ingredients."

"Psh. Yeah. You never had a HAM sandwich? Or whatever hot dogs are made of."

"Hot dogs are made from beef."

"Uh, no. Pretty sure they're made from pork, darling."

"GOOD hot dogs are made from beef."

"Argument still stands. You know what a chopped steak sandwich is, don't you?"

"Would you like to become one?"

"Ooh, temper temper. Your passion flatters me."

"A hot dog isn't--"

"I'm looking it up RIGHT NOW. Viola. Sandwich. Pretty sure that's fifty Gil you owe me now."

"I don't owe you anything."

"An apology at least would be nice."

"Genesis."

"Going to throttle me in front of your adoring fans, hero? Give them a good show?"

"Oh yes. Starting with curtains."

"How poignant. I'll remember to--"

"IS a patty melt a sandwich? I mean it's basically a burger but it's always listed under the sandwich section in menus, but the toppings are kinda--"

"Shut UP, Angeal!"

[shabbytigers]

foods with aggressively interesting texture that i dearly love to eat, and why escargot doesn’t make the cut

I. seafood

skate in brown butter

fish eggs! caviar tho if it’s affordable it tends to be too salty, better: shad roe like you get in stockholm in september; ikura (also tobiko etc but not as much as ikura my beloved)

grilled squid, grilled octopus, grilled cuttlefish. not overcooked. like they do it in portugal

raw squid/ika

this japanese place in nyc that unfortunately closed a while back used to do a ceviche type thing with bits of raw octopus in wasabi sauce? hhh

tiritas which is a ceviche where you cut up freshly caught tuna (and/or shrimp, etc) mix with lime juice sliced red onions chopped fresh jalapeño let sit for half an hour devour. this was in guerreros, halfway round the world from here, and i would go back for it

raw sweet shrimp/amaebi

oysters

raw fish in general: most of the sashimi you see in decent nyc places (default baseline selection not nearly as extensive in germany, although they do go in widely for scallops. creditable line on one fish market and one expensive restaurant yet to try)

II. not seafood but texturally adjacent to the above

lychees, fresh or tinned

tapioca pudding

steak tartare

carpaccio

that italian thin steak deal that’s raw on one side; very rare steak generally

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escargot did not click, i think, because i wanted it to be seafood, and it wasn’t. it was missing an oceanic quality i irrationally wanted it to have. it’s also notable that most of the things on this list are raw, and that i decidedly prefer the raw items to the nonraw ones

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i do also have textural Aversions, mostly soggy-sweet things in the cold savory food sector. marinated red peppers. floppy flaccid limp salad greens. condiments and dressings based on mayo of dubious provenance—ranch, british cocktail sauce, russian salads, a nasty orange condiment germany uses to make jackson pollock patterns on random plates of food or ruin a perfectly good burger. all of this stuff makes everything wet and drippy and soggy and i hate it. (it’s also usually sickly sweet. but even where sweet isn’t a problem, soggy is still bad! i don’t want a scoop of ice cream on top of my hot baked dessert, bc it will melt in two minutes, and then where will we be? nowhere good, that’s where. asking for the ice cream on the side is too fussy. don’t even mention custard to me)

[kin-eats]

Can I get somethin’ for a Deimos from Madness Combat? Something meaty would be super

Sure thing!

Triple Seared Whiskey Burger

Chopped Italian-Style Sandwiches

Japanese-Style Triple-Seared Steak

Pork Chop Stir-Fry

Air Fryer Buffalo Wings

Grilled Balsamic Beef

I hope you enjoy! ~Shadow

[r3mlato]

mindig elfelejtek egy csomo kajat kiposztolni, de most eszembe jutott vacsi kozben. legutobb tavasszal volt ilyen kajas omlesztett poszt, azota az extrabbakat kitettem, de akkor itt van minden mas. klasszul belaktuk a konyhat, bar meg egy nagy szekreny hianyzik hogy ne egy salgo polcon taroljuk a szarazarut, remelhetoleg meg iden sikerul valamit szerezni.

tovabbra is nagyon szeretunk fozni, gyakran van ramen, mindig varialjuk valahogy, volt mar tonkatsuval is, csinaltunk grillezett sajtot salival, mert bitang olcso volt a brie a costcoban. mivel mire odaertem augusztusban a csirke csibeszbe mar elfogyott a rantott majas zsomle es talaltunk itt meglepoen jo minosegu csirkemajat, volt az is franciasalival. meg nyaralas elottrol volt egy csomo zsalyank, igy csinaltunk zsalyas pork chop-pot zsalyas-feherboros gombamartassal es feherrepa purevel. kiserletezunk uj pizzateszta receptekkel is, az egyik pl ontottvas serpenyoben keszult, de volt csodaszep tonhal steak is ugyanabban. meg regebben talaltunk a turiban egy konyvet (the kitchen garden cookbook) amiben evszak szerint vannak receptek, mindig az epp aktualis zoldsegekkel-gyumolcsokkel. csinaltunk is parat, talan a legjobban a roasted red pepper and chickpea soup sikerult, nagyon izgalmas izvilaga van, fokhagyma, gyomber, romai komeny, fahej, piros paprika, tahini, mez kakukkfu. biztos hogy meg sok receptet ki fogunk probalni belole. de volt ami nem sikerult mint peldaul a spicy garlic sausage vindaloo dried plum chutney-val, tanulsag, hogy erdemes gondolkodni es vegig olvasni egy receptet, mielott magaval ragadna. ma meg egy portobellos-brie sajtos burger volt, tormas mayo-val es banana pepperrel.

enni jo. talalni tovabbra sem tudok.