#Delicious Schnitzels~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fromchaostocosmos]

Hole in wall sandwich shop that was across the street from my mom's place when she lived in ____ when I was in High School. It was schnitzel sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes, Israeli pickles, and ketchup. Toasted and on baguette bread. The schnitzel was breaded with cornflakes.

It is delicious and I think it might still be around, but it like over a hour 1/2 drive from me now. I miss it so much. There was nothing like getting this on a Motzi Shabbat.

reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city

[bangjiazheng]

Turkey Cutlets

Delicious Turkey Schnitzel,Very Good,Very Happy!!!!

[daily-deliciousness]

Wiener schnitzel (easy recipe)

[lord-radish]

More food from over the years

[newmusick]

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he's unaware sissy went to Hillsborough fair ..

its a good idea !!

correct just with less poison !!

"Kamala Harris raised 50+ million dollars after Biden dropped out!" you fools.... that's the money she got from selling Biden to One Direction :(

[peterlaskaris]

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[kurishiri]

03 . . . don’t look at anyone but me ˗ˏˋ🪽´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: darius being darius, aha.

The leader of the organization directly under the command of the German emperor, Vogel. That was Darius Vogel.

He very much resembled that of an angel that had descended on a whim when he had called for me all of a sudden——

Darius: Why, hello there, miss fairytale keeper?

When I opened the door, there sitting on the sofa was Darius, a charming smile on his lips as he greeted me with a sweet voice.

Kate: Hello, Darius. Uhm, what was it that you needed...?

They were guests who had arrived in England as a goodwill ambassador.

(So I need to make sure to retain my manners. That said... Harrison did say that they were ‘lying about something’...)

They had appeared before Crown so abruptly, so there was still a mountain of things I didn’t know about their identity.

(And because I don’t know much about them, it’s better to play it safe than be sorry later.)

Darius: Why don’t we have a chat?

Kate: ...Eh?

Darius: You see, I was thinking of deepening our relationship with everyone,

D: but it would appear that all the members of Crown are busy today. So, that’s why you are here now.

D: Ah, or do you happen to be busy as well? If so——

Kate: Oh, no, it’s alright! I have a day off today.

Darius: Is that so? I’m glad to hear. Then, care to come here, little miss robin?

Kate: I’ll do that. Thank you for having me.

No sooner did I sit on the sofa did Darius bring out a can of what appeared to be biscuits that could fetch a fortune.

Darius: Here, have some. I ended up receiving so many biscuits from the higher ups here in the castle, and I am unable to finish them.

Kate: Umm, so, is it alright for me to take all of this?

Darius: It would delight me if you could accept these, before eating all of these biscuits on my own makes my throat dry.

D: And Nica had also said, ‘You were the recipient of all these, Dari, so take some responsibility and eat it all.’ Now isn’t that just cruel?

D: Besides——I would imagine eating snacks while chatting like this would help us get along better.

D: Since we are staying here for a while anyway, I figured it would be good for us to break down some ice between us.

Just when I thought he might have been pouting, he tilted his head slightly to the side, letting a carefree smile play on his lips.

(Darius kind of reminds me... of an innocent child.)

His amiability ended up chipping away my already dwindling sense of caution.

(When he said that he wanted to ‘get along better’... it might not have been a lie.)

Kate: Well then, I will partake.

When I opened the can, the sweet aroma of the high-quality wafted through the air.

Excitement coursing through me, I grabbed a single biscuit and took a bite.

Kate: Mm, it’s really good!

Darius: ...Ho-oh?

D: Hehe, is it? I’m glad to see you like it.

With his elbow on the armrest and resting his chin lightly on the palm of his hand, he watched me stuff my cheeks with a bright smile on his face.

Kate: You’re not going to eat any, Darius?

Darius: I...

D: ...am full right now.

(Oh, I see. He did mention before that he couldn’t eat it all.)

(And he must be treated with warm hospitality by others in the castle as well.)

Kate: What kind of foods do you like?

Darius: Let’s see now... jaeger schnitzels, mille feuille glacé...

Kate: Jaeger schnit-what-now...? W-wait, could you repeat that please?

In a panic, I took out a notepad from my pocket, hoping to write it down.

Darius: Hehe, to put it simply, I enjoy foods that seem hard to make, and just as hard to obtain.

(So, foods that take a long time to make and require a lot of skill are delicious to him?)

Kate: Oh, so that’s what you meant! Thank you for telling me.

K: If I find anything that may suit your tastes, I will bring it to you.

Within his words that sounded more like an enchantment, I noted down the parts I could understand.

(I can ask Victor for the names of the foods later.)

Darius: .........

Kate: Ah, and what do you like to do?

Darius: Do you mean my hobbies? Hmm... milk puzzles, perhaps.

Kate: Milk puzzles?

Darius: It refers to a puzzle with purely white pieces.

Kate: Eh—? So, there’s no picture or anything drawn on the puzzle?

K: I would imagine without such clues, it would be difficult to piece together such a puzzle...

Darius: I would beg to differ? Although the shapes of the pieces appear similar, they are all different from one another in actuality.

D: I do very much enjoy finding the correct pieces one at a time.

D: Why don’t we do one together next time?

Kate: Of course! I will try my best to not become a burden then.

Darius: Hehe, you truly are an earnest little robin, aren’t you. Ah, also...

As though having just remembered something, he stood up and faced the door.

Darius: I imagine your throat must be dry from having eaten all those biscuits? I will bring some tea.

Kate: Ah, then I...

Darius: Oh, I insist. You can sit down?

When I stood up in a panic, Darius turned around before the door, his lips graced with a smile.

(...Since he is being kind like this, maybe I should simply do as he says?)

Kate: Thank you.

Having thought it over again, I sat back down on the sofa.

I clearly heard the doorknob turn, but——

Darius: Oh?

D: ...The door won’t open. It seems we are locked in here.

Kate: Eh!?

K: Did someone maybe lock the door by mistake... what should we do?

In a panic, I, too, stood up and made a dash for the door.

Kate: Ah, that’s right, I can call for hel——

Darius: It seems we ended up locked in here together, yes?

Kate: ——Eh?

When Darius turned around, our eyes met.

Through his platinum blond bangs, I was taken by those honey-colored eyes——

Darius: It is just me and you, together. In this room.

(Wait, wha...?)

This entire time, we had been chatting whilst making eye contact, and yet,

right now, I was hit with a sensation that directly touched a place deep in my chest for the first time.

His eyes seemed to resemble those that scrutinized my heart as it laid on the palm of his hand——

Darius: Ah, it opened.

The moment the door opened, I was freed from that strange sensation,

and I put a hand over my chest in relief.

Kate: ...Thank goodness.

Darius: You say ‘thank goodness,’ but for what, exactly?

D: The fact that the door opened? Or——

Kate: ? Of course, I meant thank goodness the door opened.

K: Since you have come all the way to England,

K: I hope, as much as possible, you don’t feel inconvenienced.

K: If you have a comfortable stay here, I take it you will look forward to your next visit here?

Darius: .........

Kate: I will bring some tea. Ah, and I will request the door be inspected while I am at it.

(Truly, thank goodness that it hadn’t become any big incident. ...That said.)

I wonder why, at that time, I felt as though I were being tested?

Not knowing why I felt that smoldering feeling in my chest, the day passed by.

Nica: Dari, you talked one on one with the Spatzi [1]. So, how was it?

Ring: Rotkehlchen... you’re talking about that girl?

With a smile on his face, Darius looked out the window, which showed the hazy scenery of London beneath the hazy night.

Darius: ——If ‘Crown’ resides in the world of darkness,

D: under normal circumstances, one would be very cautious of them... and they would live every minute doubting others, no?

D: On top of that, this is the ‘fairytale keeper’ we are talking about, whose job is to record their sins? Would it not apply especially to her? ——And yet.

D: The little miss human accepted the snacks I gave her and ate them without a single shadow of doubt.

D: And not only that? When I said that the door wouldn’t open, she held no shred of doubt toward me then as well.

D: Hehe, just remembering it makes me laugh. ——That said, though,

D: it must be because ‘Crown’ holds that human veeryy dear, no?

Ring: ...

Nica: .........And so?

Turning back toward the two, Darius’ cherubic smile widened.

Such a gaze...

...possessed the air of a heavenly being, looking down at the humans from a place far up high...

Darius: ——And so it had caught my interest, ever so slightly.

Fin.

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NOTES:

[1] the apparent pronunciation of this word here in Japanese is [ロビン] (robin), quite literally the “Japanese English” pronunciation of the word “robin.” but in Nika’s story in the same event, when Kate asks what [ロビン] is, he says it’s German for the word “robin”, or [駒鳥] (komadori). Apparently the closest word of endearment related to birds in German would be Spatzi (which actually means sparrow).

[minawritesfanfic]

You are who you eat

Dexter Morgan x F!Reader

Word count: ~1k

Summary: It seems there’s another careful serial killer roaming the streets of maimi and their police department

Part 0

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Chicken schnitzel with creamed watercress, a delicious meal even with a few ingredients changes.

I coated the meat in buttermilk with my left hand then dipped it in the breadcrumbs, with my right hand I scooped up more bread crumbs sprinkling them on top and pressed them down into the meat. I flipped it over and repeated the process until it was carefully coated in breadcrumbs, and did the same for three more pieces. I wiped my hands clean and checked on the watercress, tasting a small bit of it making sure it was satisfactory. I smiled happy with the taste even despite me adding my special sauce into the mix, I set my spoon down and turned down the heat returning back to my breadcrumb covered chicken substitute.

In just a little under an hour I finished cooking, I was reveled in the smell of a homecooked meal wafting through the air. I set aside the other servings to eat later and sat down at my kitchen island with a glass of wine. I cut into the schnitzel picking it up with my fork and carefully placed it into my mouth, I let out a satisfied hum as I savored that first bite. The media likes to portray all cannibals are barbarians but I’d like to think I’m far more civilized than that. What barbarian knows how to make a good watercress and human meat schnitzel? A wonderful meal made from the shit of the earth Caleb Sands, full time solar panel installer part time serial killer and fuck does he taste delicious.

I sipped my wine with a smile as I continued to eat, my diet was a strange one consisting mostly of human remains or food drench in their blood. I’ve tried animal blood and no blood at all, but none of them have that unique taste that human blood has. I’m addicted to and couldn’t stop even if I tried, and I certainly have tried. It’s not like I was born this way but thanks the trauma from my childhood, I was doomed to live as a cannibal thanks to Mr and Mrs. Kerrigan.

I shook away the thought as I finished my meal and started to clean up, I left my wine and took my plate to the sink. I gave it a quick rinse and place it into the dishwasher before doing the same with the rest of the dishes in the sink. Once I was done loading the dishwasher I gave the countertop and stove a quick wipe down, with the kitchen clean and the dishwasher cycling I took my wine and headed into the living room. I relaxed onto the couch with a sigh and turned on the tv, I didn’t particularly care for what was on I just needed a distraction and it was working. I was a serial killer and not even for the love of the crime, I hated killing people it was gross, gorey, and the clean up was exhausting. I tried so hard to see it as a means to an end but it was hard, I hated why I became who I am, I hated who I’d become, and I hated that I was addicted with no clear way to escape from it.

I wiped the tears forming in my eyes and downed the rest of my wine, I turned off the tv and left my glass by the sink. I ran a hand through my hair as I made my way to my bedroom, thankfully the wine and food made me tired. Watching tv hadn’t really helped keep me from my thoughts so hopefully just shutting my brain off entirely by going to sleep, I collapsed onto the bed and turned on my white noise machine. I snuggled under the blankets and let my mind focus on the noise and it wasn’t long before I had fallen asleep.

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Work was busy that day with calls and requests coming in for the whole IT team, which consisted of Jackie a sweet and spunky girl fresh out of Texas, Sterling a flirty but nerdy guy born here and Miami, and Josefina a jokester from Tampa bursting with life. I loved them all and they made this job ten times more fun and enjoyable, speaking of them Sterling and Josefina came back into our tiny ‘office’. It was just an old storage room the stuffed four desks into, but it was our corner of the world and a second home.

“How was rubbing shoulders with the fraud department? Did they catch onto you yet Sterling?”

“Oh haha, it was fine just another stupid request. You’d think they would try turning it off and on again but the never do, and I’ll never get caught I’m that good.” He teased back at me as he sat at his desk.

“Some just aren’t as bright as others unfortunately.”

“Oh yeah and you are?” Josefina asked with a smirk as she spun her chair to face me hut I just rolled my eyes.

“Yeah I am, way smarter than you at least. Mrs. I thought the moon was made of cheese.” She turned red and threw a pen at me but I just dodges it.

Sterling and I couldn’t help but laugh as she just huffed and rolled her eyes at me, I smiled as I went back to typing up a report on my latest request. Sure the work was mostly menial task but the people made it worth while, and it wasn’t always boring. Sometimes I did have more difficult tasks to do but it was always fun and allowed me do what I loved, work with technology. Overall life was good, work was good, and my cooking was great. What more did one need in life?

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[totowlff]

the betrayal

➝ you never allowed yourself distractions during work. but how can you resist such a beautiful one?

➝ word count: 4,4k

➝ warnings: smut, polish, crimes

➝ author’s note: i still don't know how i wasn't arrested after this story, considering the number of people and real events involved.

The apartment was dark, the furniture illuminated by the soft moonlight that leaked through the curtains that covered the balcony door. As you tried to figure out whether what was next to the frame on the wall was a lamp or a tall plant in a pot, the door behind you locked to the sound of keys jingling, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

And then, you felt a large hand slide down your neck, fingers brushing your skin teasingly, but without squeezing. Feeling them rise up your jaw, leaving a trail of excitement in its wake, you knew there was no turning back.

— Maria — a deliciously deep voice whispered in your ear, while an arm wrapped around your waist. Then, with a pull, you felt your body fit against that of the owner of the hand whose thumb caressed your skin. Even with the fabric of his shirt and your dress between you, you could feel the heat and power emanating from the man who nibbled your ear and made the words melt in your brain.

This was wrong, you knew it. But, how could you resist Toto Wolff?

After the photo you sent of the little porcelain figure on your shelf, the two of you began to exchange cordial messages, talking about ordinary things in your routine. It didn't take long for you to discover that Toto had a stock market investment company, whose office was close to the cafe where you had first bumped into each other. That detail ended up becoming the pretext for you to meet again and this time, with nothing fragile between you.

That moment between you made you feel lighter. It was as if there, in front of him, you left all the tension and anxiety that surrounded that investigation outside the cafe. Toto was light, fun, a breath of fresh air in your days in Vienna. And, no matter how much you tried to deny it, you knew you were falling more and more in love with that man.

The invitation to dinner came naturally after you said you hated the famous wiener schnitzel. After arguing in defense of his favorite dish, Toto said, with a smile, that he knew a place that had a schnitzel that would make you completely change your mind about the dish.

— If you want, we can have dinner there on Friday — he murmured, suggestively.

And you couldn't say no.

Wearing a blue satin dress, which you had bought in a hurry at a department store, since you had brought nothing remotely suitable for a date, you allowed yourself a night without thinking about your mission in Vienna. Between bites of schnitzel and laughter that made your chest warm, you had in mind that moment was just yours and Toto's.

And you wanted to make the most of it all.

And that meant melting in his arms. It meant feeling his hands press your body against his tightly, while feeling him taste the wine that was still on his tongue. It meant ditching the taxi you had called and going with him to the apartment he had nearby, feeling his warm palm press against your thigh the entire way. It meant staring into his hungry brown eyes through the reflection of the elevator mirror while his mouth distributed bites in your neck.

— You look so beautiful — Toto murmured in your ear, his deep voice taking you back to the present, where you were about to combust — So hot in that little blue dress of yours...

— I chose it for you — you replied, your hands resting on the arm that wrapped around your waist.

— Oh, yeah? Did you choose it for me?

— Yeah — you sighed, feeling him press your body harder against his, causing something hard to rub against your back — You like blue...

He chuckled against your skin, as he led you through the dark living room slowly.

— And how did you find out about that?

— Your shirts — you panted, feeling him place his hand against your belly — All blue...

Laughter sounded again throughout the apartment, accompanied by a sudden movement. Rotating you on your own axis, you faced Toto, whose face illuminated by the shy light of the moon allowed you to see the intensity of his gaze on you. An intensity that couldn't be compared to any man who had ever been in that position in relation to you.

— Smart girl — he murmured.

You smiled, feeling a certain pride grow inside your chest.

— Pretty too — Toto added, before kissing you again, his tongue exploring your mouth voraciously, as if you were going to escape at any moment. But you knew you would never be capable of that, not when you were sure you would combust if you didn't have that man to yourself that night.

— Szkoda, że tak dużo kłamiesz — he whispered against your mouth, something about the way he pronounced the syllables making your skin tingle deliciously.

— What does that mean? — you asked softly, your curiosity overriding your own desire to take Toto to bed.

Pulling his face away from yours, he smiled mischievously.

— That I can't wait to take off that dress of yours.

Giggling, you kissed him again, allowing Toto to lead you through the dark hallways of the apartment. Your heavy breathing and his giggles joined the staggering steps when he noticed the way you tried to unbutton his shirt, trying to feel his skin under your fingers.

— Calm down, moje skarbie — Toto said, before turning on the light from the lamps that lined the enormous bed that occupied one of the walls of the room. In the dim light, you could see the amusement in his eyes, as if you were exactly the way he wanted — So impatient...

— I want you — you stammered, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt tightly, as if it were the only thing keeping you upright.

Limiting himself to a low laugh, Toto took you towards the mattress, his hands busy with the zipper on your back. The short, hissing sound was accompanied by the soft touch of satin sliding down your body, leaving a trail of anticipation across your skin.

Toto's dark eyes stared at your silhouette as if you were a feast and he was a hungry man. However, instead of simply satiating himself, he took long seconds to appreciate every detail, his gaze moving down your skin in an attempt to keep every little piece of you in his own mind. However, one detail made him smile mischievously.

— No panties this whole time?

— Yes — you replied softly — It appeared on the dress...

Raising a hand to your face, you could feel the excitement bubbling just below your navel.

— Just for that? —  he asked, as his fingers slowly slid down your skin.

— Yes — you managed to say, feeling your breath catch in your throat when you saw his hand approach your right nipple. Lightly brushing his fingertips against the sensitive skin of your areola, you could see his satisfaction in having you there, completely at the mercy of his touch and desire.

— I thought you wanted to make things easier — Toto whispered.

— Do you prefer easy things, Mr. Wolff? — you asked in a challenging tone.

He smiled, pinching your nipple lightly. That touch sent an electric shock through your body.

— I prefer the right things, no matter how much of a mistake they seem.

Something about that sentence made your heart beat heavy in your chest.

— This is a mistake? — you questioned in a low voice.

— Maybe. Do you think it's a mistake? — he returned the question, while his hand slid towards your waist.

— No — you replied — You would never be a mistake.

— Naiwna dziewczynka — Toto murmured, before pulling you against him and capturing your lips again.

Completely surrendered to his touch, you let yourself be led around the room in slow steps, giggling when you felt the man suddenly stand below you as he sat down on the mattress. With his hands on your waist, Toto positioned you so that his leg was between yours, making you straddle his thigh.

Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you began to move your hips almost instinctively, rubbing your pussy against his pants. With a small smile of satisfaction, he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

— You're a very needy girl, you know that? — Toto murmured, with a teasing smile.

You even thought about answering, but there were no words that could convey the hot sensation that took over your skin and made your pulse roar in your ears. So, you kissed Toto, trying to convey in that simple touch all the intensity of your desire, your need to feel him inside you, filling the void between your legs that bothered you more every second.

As the kiss deepened, you moved your hips faster, rubbing your clit against the cream-colored fabric. The texture was perfect, causing your muscles to tense and your fingers to squeeze Toto's shoulders tighter and tighter.

— Fuck — you panted against his mouth, the sensation growing in your belly by the second.

— Skarbie — he whispered, his hands holding your hips tightly, as if trying to guide you to orgasm. But you didn't need or want to be led by him, especially when you knew that path so well — Are you…

— Yes, yes, my God — you moaned loudly, closing your eyes tightly as you felt your body showing the first signs that it was about to come apart — Yes, yes, yes, yes!

The hot wave ran through your body suddenly, the overwhelming sensation causing all your muscles to tremble. Throwing your head back, a loud, sharp moan escaped your throat, leaving you completely breathless.

That orgasm had definitely joined the list of the best you had ever had.

— Maria? — Toto asked somewhere far away in your head, while you still felt your body shaking with involuntary spasms.

— Hm? — you murmured, feeling your skin warm and pulsing as you returned to Earth.

— You didn't say you were going to cum — he said in a serious tone.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him, seeming to process that sentence amid the adrenaline that was still coursing through your veins.

— I…

— And you made a mess on my pants — Toto added, making you look down, finding a dark stain on the fabric, the result of the pleasure that had dripped from you. The sight made your cheeks feel hot with embarrassment, accentuated by the way he looked at you.

— I thought you wouldn't care about that...

He clicked his tongue, clearly dissatisfied.

— What, are you going to be upset about pants? —  you asked, an eyebrow raised.

— Get up — Toto said, seriously. His tone showed that this was not a simple provocation, but an order. And orders were to be obeyed.

Standing, you watched the way he stood in front of you, imposing, almost threatening. His eyes seemed even darker when they were fixed on you, completely naked in front of him. It was as if he were a predator, completely satisfied with having captured his prey and about to feast on it.

— On the bed — he ordered — All fours.

You complied in silence, feeling your skin crawl as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on the soft mattress. The expectation you felt was huge, your heart beating heavy in your chest as you waited for Toto's next order.

However, instead of words, you heard the sound of metal against the floor, as well as fabric against skin. The idea of seeing that man completely naked made you turn your face back to see him, even if just a little.

And then, a crack echoed through the room. The sharp pain you felt in your right buttock was mixed with the excitement of finding Toto's eyes staring at you sternly. He definitely liked to command and, as strange as it seemed, you were enjoying obeying him.

— I don't remember telling you to turn around — he murmured, while his hand massaged the place where he had slapped you.

— Do I need your permission now? — you asked, defiantly.

A new slap, this time on the opposite buttock, made a gasp escape your lips. Surprise replaced the expectation of being punished for not being able to remain silent when you felt Toto put his hand on the back of your neck and pull you back. Kneeling on the bed, you could feel his skin against your back, as well as his breath against your neck.

— You're a little brat, Maria — he whispered.

— Is that a bad thing?  — you asked, a mischievous smile on your face.

— I don't like brats.

— Are you going to punish me for this?

Toto chuckled.

— I should, so you can stop being insolent.

— You like my insolence.

He didn't respond, preferring to return you to the position he wanted you to be in on the bed, with your arms resting on the mattress and your butt sticking up in the air.

— I like it when you're a good girl — he murmured, as his fingers slipped into your pussy, spreading your wetness across your vulva — Can you be a good girl?

The touch made you let out a shaky breath, your nails digging into your palms with how tightly you clenched your hands.

— Yes, I can — you managed to respond.

Feeling his hands on your hips, you didn't have time to prepare yourself before feeling him fill you completely. The sensation made your arms give out and a loud moan escape your lips, as you squeezed your eyes shut, savoring the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.

— Fuck — Toto grunted above you, fingers squeezing your skin as he began to move against your hips, trying to establish some rhythm — You're... Fuck... Tight as hell...

You did not know how to answer, especially with Toto thrusting against your pussy, so you allowed yourself to sink your head against the duvet, hands gripping the fabric tightly. The sound of moans and sighs mixed with the noise of your skin colliding in a constant and delicious rhythm.

At that moment, you were sure that all the obstacles you had imposed on yourself up to that point had been completely irrational, not to mention idiotic. You had the right to feel good, to feel desired, to feel satisfied sexually, even if everything that led you to that bed was a lie.

“Men lie all the time,” you remembered saying to yourself before leaving your rented apartment that night to meet up with Toto. However, that thought wasn't able to shake off the feeling of guilt that took over you every time he called you Maria. He didn't deserve that, you knew, but it was the only way to protect him from all the mess you were involved in.

You came back from your own thoughts when you heard a slap sound across the room, followed by a familiar burning sensation on your butt. But you didn't complain about the pain, quite the opposite.

— Naprawdę jesteś małą, brudną dziwką, prawda? — Toto muttered, through his teeth — Kto by pomyślał, że kolacja wystarczy, abyś tu był, z moim kutasem w sobie…

— Toto — you moaned, feeling a warm wave of pleasure run over your skin. Something about the way he said those words made you want to melt into that bed.

— Nie jestem idiotą. Zawsze wiedziałem, że mnie okłamujesz. Myślisz, że nikt nie ujawnił niczego na temat twojej gównianej misji? — he continued, his voice breathless.

— Please, please…

Suddenly, you felt Toto's hand pull you by your hair, bringing your body against his. With your back against his chest, your sweat mixed with his, his breath hot against your skin. Bringing your hand to his head, you sank your fingers into his dark hair, trying to resist the instinct to continue seeking pleasure.

— What do you want? — he asked softly.

— I want to cum…

Toto slid his hand towards your neck, squeezing it lightly.

— Do you think you deserve to cum after your little show?

— Please, Toto — you whimpered.

— I could hear you moaning like that all night long — he said, giving a thrust that made a loud moan escape your throat — Desperate to cum on my cock, make the same mess you made in my pants...

Suddenly, something clicked in your mind.

— Sorry, please, I'm sorry — you stammered desperately.

However, Toto just laughed.

— You're truly unbelievable, Maria — he said, moving his free hand around your waist and bringing it to your clitoris.

With the double stimulation, it didn't take long for your muscles to tense, your apex getting closer and closer to you again. With your eyes filling with tears and your mouth letting out increasingly louder moans, your legs shook, almost like a silent announcement of what was to come.

— That's it, come for me, skarbie — Toto whispered, accelerating the movement of his fingers against your pussy, making you finally cross the line that separated agony from explosion.

— Toto — you moaned loudly, before collapsing forward, panting and shaking. Behind you, he tried to prolong your sensation as long as possible while searching for his own orgasm, which didn't take long to arrive.

— Fuck — he growled, as he spilled himself inside you, his hands squeezing your hips so hard that you were sure there would be marks on your skin the next morning. It wasn't like you cared about them either. In truth, you didn't care about any mark that Toto left on you as long as it was accompanied by that mind-blowing pleasure that only he could give you.

You allowed yourself to collapse onto the bed after the wave of pleasure wore off, leaving only the aftershocks and your racing heart behind. The sensation had been so intense that you didn't even notice the moment Toto withdrew from inside you, not even when he left the room to get a damp towel to clean you.

— Lubię cię. Chyba nigdy nie lubiłem kogoś tak bardzo jak ciebie — Toto murmured, looking thoughtful as he wiped the inside of his thighs — Szkoda, że byliśmy skazani na porażkę, zanim jeszcze skrzyżowaliśmy nasze ścieżki w tej kawiarni. Byłabyś świetną panią Wolff.

The sound of the syllables was pleasant to your ears, especially combined with Toto's calm and particularly deep voice. However, in the post-orgasmic haze, you couldn't distinguish which language was full of short pauses and nasalized words.

— What language is that? — you asked softly.

Looking up at you, Toto gave a small smile.

— Polish. Do you know it? — he returned the question. Upon seeing your negative wave, he smiled — I imagined.

Getting up from the bed still naked, Toto returned to the bathroom in silence. Meanwhile, you used the last of your energy to crawl towards the pile of pillows that were leaning against the headboard. Pulling the duvet to cover yourself, you snuggled in, enjoying the way the scent of the owner of that bed was permeated into the fabrics.

And it was by breathing in the musky notes that you fell asleep, without even saying goodnight to your host.

The timid light that came through the window was what woke you up that morning. The room was quiet and the temperature under the covers was perfect. Part of you wanted to turn the other way and close your eyes again, enjoy that moment of peace and quiet. However, as you turned on the mattress, you found a beautiful reason to keep your eyes open.

Lying on his stomach, Toto slept peacefully. His expression was calm, as if he had been having a good dream, which wouldn't be surprising considering the night before. And it was with that memory that something inside your chest tightened, a familiar feeling washing over you.

Guilt.

That moment had been just an accident along the way, an oversight. You weren't there looking for fun, a break, or even someone special. You were there to find a piece of history that had been stolen by a dangerous man whose family was up to their necks in it, not to end up in the bed of a handsome stranger who was particularly good at sex.

Silently getting up, you walked to the suite's bathroom in slow steps. Upon meeting your reflection in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel scared at the way your mascara and eyeliner had run out of your eyes. “I look like a panda”, you thought to yourself, as you wet your hands and put some soap on your face.

More awake and with clear skin, you slowly returned to the room, thinking about what you could put on at that moment, considering that your dress was nowhere to be found and that you had, conveniently, left your panties at home. After a few seconds of contemplation, you picked up Toto's baby blue shirt that was crumpled on the floor and put it on, pulling the sleeves to give your hands more freedom. And then, more or less dressed, you left the room in slow, silent steps.

Walking around the apartment during the day was definitely different than when you did it at night. The light that came through the windows revealed modern and minimalist environments, with furniture with clean lines and decoration in shades of blue. However, your mental note about telling Toto about his passion for that color was completely discarded when you came across the last thing you expected to be hanging on a wall in that flat.

In a prominent position in the room, there was a large and sumptuous painting, clearly ancient due to the style of the brushstrokes and its golden frame, which divided it into three. In the center, Our Lady and baby Jesus were erected by Prince Casimir of Poland and Saint Hyacinth, surrounded by saints, kings, queens and important figures in Polish history. On the side panels, two archangels, Michael and Gabriel from what you had read.

You finally found what you were looking for.

And that was the worst thing that could have happened at that moment.

— Good morning — a voice made you jump, turning your face to the side. Standing at the entrance to the room, Toto looked at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes — Did you sleep well?

— Good morning — you murmured, feeling your throat tighten — Yeah, I slept well.

As he approached you, your mind tried to weave some story, something that would cover your shock at having found the triptych right there, in Toto's apartment. However, as soon as you felt his hands on your waist, as well as his body right behind yours, your heart started to beat faster, not because of his touch, but because of the tension that built up in your shoulders.

— See something interesting? — he asked, his hot breath against your ear making your skin crawl.

— Yeah, well, yes — you stammered — I hadn't noticed that painting yesterday.

Toto chuckled softly.

— Ah, yeah — he said, his thumb drawing circles on your waist — It's a triptych from the 19th century, painted by one of the great Polish masters, Jan Matejko.

You were frozen, staring at the illuminated brushstrokes that formed Our Lady's face. In your mind, it didn't make any sense for Toto to have that piece hanging on the wall in his apartment. Maybe he had bought it without knowing its origin or history, or he had received it as a gift, or…

— How…

— My grandfather had an antique shop and acquired this piece in the 1960s — Toto explained — He always loved Poland and leaving everything behind to save his own family was really difficult for him. I even think that's why he kept the triptych for himself instead of selling it, to have a little piece of the place he loved so much.

— An antique shop? — you stammered, as the dots connected in your mind. You knew that Czesław Bednarczyk had two daughters, but as far as your knowledge went, only the eldest was connected to the family business. There was no one with the last name Wolff in the intelligence documents that were in your apartment, you were sure.

— Yes, the antique dealer I took you to after breaking your ballerina is owned by my family. But you already knew that, didn't you… Maria?

You suddenly turned to him, shock frozen in his expression.

— Toto…

— Operation Królowa — he pronounced carefully, without taking his eyes off yours — Did you really think no one would know?

— That’s not —  you stammered.

— You do not know the people you have by your side, Y/N. There isn't a person within that agency who doesn't have a price. And it was worth every Euro...

You couldn't speak, you couldn't move. The shock was so great that you were practically frozen in place, eyes taking in Toto's smug smile.

— When I found out that Europol was going to send someone to Vienna to investigate, I kept everyone in the antique shop on notice. And it didn't take long for someone to alert me that there was a woman monitoring the movement from inside the Eskeles — he continued, in a calm tone — And so I went to check in person, but I didn't find anyone in the cafe. Until I tripped over you and broke your ballerina.

There was a lump in your throat, your stomach churning with each word.

— I didn't think you were my problem until you said you weren't from Vienna. And, if I may say so, your accent sounds nothing like someone from Graz — he murmured, bringing a hand to her face — But it's pretty. Definitely pretty.

The touch made you wake up from that cathartic state you were in.

And what happened next was a blur.

Pulling away the hand that was holding his face with your left arm, you hit Toto on the nose with your palm, making him take a step back. Next, you tried to kick him between the legs, but were caught by surprise when he defended himself from the blow with a hand placed close to his groin.

Contrary to what Toto wanted, you retracted your foot. And, with adrenaline pumping through your veins, you bolted towards the apartment's front door.

  — Come back here — he roared after you, his heavy footsteps mixing with the sound of your own pulse, which roared in your ears. You needed to get out of there, you needed to talk to your boss, you needed to say that you had found the triptych, you needed to reveal the truth about Toto Wolff to everyone.

However, you felt the ground beneath your feet slide. And suddenly everything went dark.

[badfanfictionaire]

It’s not unusual for a vampire to go their whole existence wishing to find someone to spend forever with.  They’ll probably have five or six lovers over their lifetime, until they inevitably got snuffed out by some happy-go-lucky monster hunter and perish like a pathetically mortal soul.  But, they’ll probably never find the one before that. Eddie’s never heard of a vampire meeting their soulmate, at least not in real life.  Lore would suggest that women swoon over vampire lords, and swear allegiance to them for as long as they both shall live.  But, lore would also have you believe that all vampires can turn into bats (which, bummer, they can’t), and that they’re all allergic to garlic (which again is untrue, garlic bread is delicious) (Why is it that only the shitty parts of lore are true, like the whole stake through the heart bit?). In Eddie’s experience, the minute you ask a girl if she wants to spend forever forever with you, she freaks the fuck out and takes off.  (Which, ouch??)

Needless to say, Eddie doesn’t even consider the possibility that he might meet his soulmate backstage at a talent show in some podunk town in Indiana.  Life gets boring as hell when you’ve been alive for six hundred some odd years, so, from time to time he liked to get creative with his human persona.  In 1980 he decided that with a buzzcut and ill-fitting clothes, he could probably still pass as a middle schooler, especially if Wayne told the school he’d been held back or something.  So he decides to try going back to school.  He kind of underestimated how different school was going to be in 1980 though, given that he hadn’t been in school since the 1960s.  Things had changed a lot, and he stuck out like a sore thumb.  

He met Christine Elizabeth Cunningham on September 12th, 1980, and he just knew he had to win her over some how.  By 1986, he’d realized that was going to be a lot harder than he’d anticipated…

But, in March of that year, he caught a break, Chrissy broke up with her long-time boyfriend and needed a shoulder to cry on.  And it just so happened he had not one but two leather-clad shoulders to offer.  And so, offer he did.  As luck would have it, having existed for six hundred-some-odd years finally paid off, because if there was one thing he’d become quite proficient at in his life it was being a good listener.  Tearfully she told him everything, from how controlling her mother was to how much of a moldy schnitzel Jason was. 

Somehow they ended up back at his place and got high, laying with their faces inches apart on his bed. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

She nods. 

“I’m a vampire,” he whispers.

She giggles. “Sure don’t look like one to me.”

“No? Not even with the pale skin and the whole dark aesthetic?” 

“No,” she says, making grabby hands at him, “You’re too squishy.” 

She scooches a bit closer and her hands land on his shoulders, “You listen to me, Eddie Munson, you are not a mean scary vampire like everyone says you are.  You’re just a big soft teddy bear who wears black and… well, you’re too hot to be a crusty old vampire anyway.”

His breath catches in his throat with the way her big blue eyes bore into his soul, but then she lets out another giggle and he can’t help but laugh too. 

Later, when they’re starting to sober up, he rolls over to face her again. 

“Can I tell you something serious?”

“Anything,” she says. 

“I really am a vampire.”

Her eyes rove over his face, and don’t see any hint of it being a joke. 

“Oh.” 

“Wanna see?” 

“See what?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing together. 

“My, uh, crusty old vampire fangs?” 

Hesitantly she nods.  Maybe she’s expecting him to produce a pair of those flimsy imitation fangs they sell at Party City, but he knows she’s probably not expecting him to open his mouth and protract his fangs. 

“Holy shit,” she murmurs, her eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” he says, immediately retracting them and regretting having frightened her.  She was just so disarming, he couldn’t help it.  He wanted her to know him, the real him, even if it meant they only had today. 

“What for?” 

“I’m a monster, Chrissy,” he says, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. 

“Hey, look at me,” she says, her tiny fingers pushing his chin back up so his eyes meet hers again, “You are not a monster, Eddie.  I mean, maybe in the literal sense, but, in all the other ways? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was less of a monster than you.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Whatever self-deprecating you’re going to say, I won’t hear it.”

“I shouldn’t have sprung that on you,” he says. 

Chrissy gives him a one-shoulder shrug. 

“You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be like,” she says softly. 

“Mean and scary? Not even with the fangs?” 

She nods, then, “I’m not scared, you know.” 

“You should be.” He brushes his thumb against her cheek. 

“Kiss me?” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Please,” she urges sweetly. 

And so he does, gently, tenderly, with every ounce of himself.  

“I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you,” he breathes when they separate for air, “Even back then-”

“Back then?”

“The middle school talent show,” he says, remembering it fondly. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” she replies, averting her eyes in shame.

“I wouldn’t remember me from back then either,” he assures her, “But, perchance, we could continue from here? Where we are now?”

“I’d like that,” she says, a contented smile replacing her frown. 

It’s much too soon to ask her to be his bride, or to ask for her to join him in the afterlife, but he knows deep down in his heart that one day she’ll agree to both propositions.  He’d wait another hundred years if he had to, as long as it meant he would finally have his soulmate by his side where she belonged.  Thankfully, it doesn’t take nearly that long for his dream to come true. 

In the year 1990, Edward James Munson and Christine Elizabeth Cunningham are united in both holy matrimony and the afterlife.  And so, the young man who once believed he was destined to wander the Earth alone forever, found he was no longer trapped in solitude.  Instead, hand in hand, he and his true love would navigate the world as one.  (Until, ya know, they inevitably got snuffed out by some happy-go-lucky monster hunter and perished like any other pathetic mortal souls.)

👻👻👻👻

(read on AO3)

[bangjiazheng]

Vienna Schnitzel 

Vienna Schnitzel 

[daily-deliciousness]

Sesame chicken schnitzel bowls with feta tzatziki

[daisies-daydreams]

Nachtisch (König x Reader)

Pairing: König x AFAB!Reader Category: Fluff & Smut Warnings: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Thigh Riding, Body Worship, Slight Hair Pulling, Praise (Both Sides), I Can’t Speak German Word Count: 1k+

Summary: After you come home from a rough day at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a homemade dinner. However, he has something different in mind for dessert…

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 

You drew out a long sigh as you dragged your heavy body through the door. Your muscles ached with every movement you made. You didn’t bother to put up shoes away, opting to kick them towards their cubby.

“Schatz?” your boyfriend’s voice called. The corners of your lips turned up as you waltzed around the corner. Your eyes lit up when you saw the scene in front of you. An array of piping hot Austrian food was spread across the table. König placed a dish of potatoes down, his hulking form adorned with an apron that clung to his dark clothes.  

“Welcome home, Katzchen,” he said with a bright smile. He rubbed the back of his neck as you stood there, eyes glued to the bounty of food and soft candlelight that dimly lit the room. 

“(Y/N)? Are you-“ his question was cut short when you wrapped your arms around him. You nuzzled your face into his torso, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“There, there,” he cooed, his large hands rubbing up and down the expanse of your back. You sniffled as he pulled back, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“Thank you, so much,” you sniffed. His eyelids dropped slightly as he gave a gentle grin. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

“Of course, meine Schatz,” he murmured. Your boyfriend motioned his huge arm to the table.

“Come now, let’s get that belly of yours nice and full,” he hummed.

*** Dinner was absolutely delicious. From the Wiener Schnitzel to the Käsespätzle, you were more than satisfied when you finished your meal.

“That was amazing. Thank you so much,” you beamed. König’s cheeks were dusted a light pink as he averted your gaze.

“D-Danke, it was nothing really. Just some recipes Mama and Oma taught me,” he trailed off. You smiled as you took his giant hand into yours.

“They taught you very well,” you said as you reached up to kiss him.

His light blue eyes locked with yours as you pulled away. His tongue licked around his lips before he leaned forward, his body almost enveloping yours.

“König?” you asked. You felt a jolt of electricity roll down your spine when his lips grazed the shell of your ear.

“Katzchen, I had a...different idea for dessert,” he murmured before nibbling on the flesh of your ear. Your brows arched as your core began to heat at his implications.

“Oh?” you hummed.

Your voice caught in your throat when he began to slowly make a trail of hot kisses down your neck. You rubbed your thighs together and wiggled in your chair. A small whimper of protest left your throat when he leaned back. His pupils were blown wide as his chest heaved, his dirty blond hair slightly tousled around. Before you knew it, your boyfriend had picked you up bridal style, him lifting your body as if it were a rag doll. You squeaked when one of his rough hands grabbed and squeezed your plump ass. Your face quickly buried into his shoulder.

“I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are,” he growled. Heat erupted throughout your body as you bit your lower lip. He was going to be the death of you. 

Your hands clutched onto his shirt as he carried you to the bedroom, careful to place you down on a mountain of pillows he set up earlier. His eyes were hungry as they raked over every inch of your body. Even though your hair was slightly messy and clothes shuffled around, you were like the most beautiful jewel in the world to him.

Your heart was pounding when your lips met with a deep embrace. König’s eyes closed as he breathed in, his hands sliding up to take off your shirt.

“Let me know if I need to stop,” he whispered. You gave a hard nod, your heart steadily racing. 

“I will,” you assured him. The tower of a man gave a sheepish smile. Each time was like the first time with him. He always treated you like you were a fine delicate flower.

A moan flew from your mouth when his hot breath met your nipple. His eyes were locked onto your breast as the pebble hardened. You gasped when his lips latched onto your tit. His wet tongue swirled around your areola, ensuring every inch was covered. Your eyes screwed shut as he took your nipple between his teeth, suckling on it like it was the sweetest lollipop.

“K-König,” you whined.

Your hips jumped forward and landed on his sturdy thigh. He groaned as he felt you rub your clothed heat on his leg.

“Mein Gott,” he muffled into your breast.

He smoothly pressed his leg into your crotch, the pressure building in your lower regions. His other hand came up to your other boob, now rolling your nipple between his rough thumb and forefinger. You were a complete mess, and König couldn’t get enough of it. His slacks became tight as your cute face scrunched up, your hips flush and rutting up against his thigh. You blushed when you felt how wet you were getting. You squeezed his firm thigh as König switched to your other breast, his hand kneading your plump flesh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. 

Each nerve in your body was on fire, your pussy now desperately rubbing against his slacks. His mouth suddenly detached from your boob with a juicy “pop”. The mounting pressure between your legs dissolved as he shifted his body to gently lay on top of yours. Your eyes shot open as you watched his face glide down your stomach. His piercing gaze never left your eyes as he trailed kisses down your torso. 

“Every inch of you is precious, meine liebe,” he murmured over your burning skin. Your heartbeat soared as he lowered his lips to your stomach, then your hips. His teeth suddenly picked and nibbled the skin near the hem of your pants.

“Oh-Oh my God,” you stammered.

Your heart pounded in your ribcage as you watched his steady movements. König shot you a wry smile as he hooked his fingers around your pants. You yelped when he pulled your pants and panties off in one motion. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. You were just too cute. Your face glowed a deep red as you watched his mouth move just above your aching hole.

“You’re so wet,” he sighed as he gently pried your legs apart. He looked up at you, his ravenous, icy gaze sending shivers down your spine. 

“May I?” he asked softly. You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your head already spinning.

“Please,” you breathed. 

König hummed before he stuck the tip of his tongue out and slowly dragged it across your wet folds. Bolts of electricity shot through your body as he licked up and down your delicious fruit. Your slick coated his broad chin as he took in a deep breath. He opened his mouth and dove back down, his lips now completely enveloping your cunt. 

“Ah!” you moaned out, your thighs threatening to close around him. 

He inhaled softly through his nose as his eyes closed. You fisted the sheets beneath you as you felt his nose continued to bump and rub your clit. His tongue darted and swirled around your dripping cunt, ensuring every long and languid stroke was savored by both of you. 

“Gott, you taste so good,” König moaned above your snatch. His chin glistened with your slick in the dim lighting of your room, his face absolutely red as he grew more drunk on your pussy. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your wet heat before diving back in. You keened his name when the underside of his tongue dragged across your heat. Your head tilted back when you felt his lips come back up and circle around your swollen nub. König’s wet muscle swirled around your clit, encasing it in a vice grip.

“Yes! Yes!” you moaned.

He hummed into your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure crashing through your aching core. You wanted to grab his dirty blond locks and press his face impossibly closer to you, as if he wasn’t nearly drowning in you. A whine escaped you as his whole mouth sucked on your folds again.

“Kö-Ah!” you cried out. 

His tongue began to lap and dance at your entrance. He began to quickly mutter phrases in German, but your mind was too far gone to comprehend. You felt entirely wrapped in ecstasy. 

“Just like that,” you repeated over and over. 

You shivered as you felt the hot muscle finally begin to press into your plush walls. Your legs shook as his broad shoulders held them open while he tenderly moved his tongue around your weeping hole.

“Fuck, König,” you keened. “So good, baby,” you praised. He groaned into you as you took your hands into his hair, slightly tugging on it. “So good...” you moaned ceaselessly. 

You felt him smile into your folds as he lavished you with his tongue. The tip of his wet muscle glided across your spongy g-spot, making you melt into the bed below you. Soon, every muscle in your abdomen began to grow tighter and tighter...

“I-I’m gonna-“ your voice cracked when he pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. The pressure was simply too much, your mind bursting beneath the weight of pleasure. 

The band inside of you violently snapped as your body tensed. Your mouth opened wide as a symphony of your moans flooded the room. König eagerly lapped as your cum splashed onto his scarred face, his mouth gasping for air only once before he went back to gorging himself on your sweet nectar. Your back crashed onto the pillows as you panted, the last waves of your orgasm fluttering in your walls. Your body has never felt lighter as you floated back down from your high. 

König raised his face from your soaked cunt, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked the remains of your cum from his lips. His chin glistened with your slick before he swiped it with his thumb. You moaned as you watched him pop it into his mouth. He smiled before he leaned towards you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“That was-God, that was so good,” you gasped, still slightly out of breath. His face wore such a deep expression of admiration as he laid down by your side.

“I’m so happy, Schatz,” he said. He shifted and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry you had such a rough day, but just know I’m always here to help you,” he said, his cheeks dusted with pink. You grinned before kissing him, not minding the slight taste of yourself on his lips.

“Thank you baby,” you whispered.

Your hands interlocked as he pulled you closer to his massive form. Your giant teddy bear. As you settled into his chest, your eyes grazed down to find a familiar bulge twitching in his pants. That’s when you realized-

You haven’t had your dessert yet.

[jasmine7031]

No17:Strolling around St. Helena and had dinner

The grapes and apples were starting to change color. Last night's pork( Iberico Pork Schnitzel ) was so delicious that I had it again.

*Marco Polo Style Hamachi

*CollarLiberty Farms Duck Breast & Tenbrink Farm Fruit

[tianasimstreehouse]

Chicken Schnitzels

Mmm... chicken coated in breadcrumbs and served with a wedge of lemon. Delicious!

*REQUIRES the latest version of my TianaSims Cookbook to work*

Skill Level: 5 (Homestyle)

Available sizes: Family, Party, Single

Category: Meals

Ingredients: Wrapped White Meat, Any Herb

Dietary: Lactose Free

DOWNLOAD (Patreon): Chicken Schnitzels Milk and Cookies: Now! Sugar Cookies: 18th Feb Public: 25th Feb

[a-forbidden-detective]

A day in a life of RonToto: Vienna

One of the fountains of Strudlhofstiege; the palace garden park; the National Bank’s heavy door; and the historical lamppost.

Yesterday Ron and I took a walk around the AirBnB we rented in the city of Vienna. We visited the National Bank as Ron had a client there. A big shot old European aristocrat. It has to do with a person. A renowned stage actor to be exact. Ron told me to keep quiet now. So I’ll keep my mouth shut. Anyway, we visited a palace with a beautiful garden and a flight of stairs that was supposed to be one of the most beautiful of all in the city. A tip: Sigmund Freud used to live in this district and had his first consultation office here too. It is now a museum and they even preserved the couch his clients used to lie on. The birthplace of psychoanalysis.

That same day, the old aristocrat invited us for a dinner. This restaurant, Plachutta, serves traditional Viennese cuisine. He urged me to order Tafelspitz. It was so good! But the portion was probably good for two people. It was soup and main course in one. The fried potato strips were so delicious. And the soup with tender beef and bone marrow were to die for. My Japanese palate is not used to this serving. The homemade apple sauce and garlic cream were a good choice. I even had sautéed spinach. Ron had Wiener Schnitzel with potato salad and beer.

He urged me to order a Nachspeise, German word for dessert, but I was too full.

Anyway, there are a couple of Asian stores here too. To my delight one of them sells 🍡 so Ron and I grabbed one pack and we might eat them tonight.

So there you go. If Ron would let me I might talk about the case of the old aristocrat in the coming days or so.

Ah, summer in Vienna is sometimes unbearable.