#Gluten Free Ketchup

[timothyjerow]

Gluten Free Ketchup

Is your favorite ketchup gluten-free? Find out which brands are safe for those with gluten sensitivitie. Find safe brands for your diet.

Website: Gluten Free Ketchup

[fattributes]

Slow-Roasted Sticky Lamb Short Ribs

[tommyssupercoolblog]

psa just because it's a "weird" allergy/sensitivity doesn't mean they're faking??? people can be allergic to literally anything and the youtube short i just saw can explode

[morethansalad]

Easy Vegan Chorizo (Gluten-Free)

[doesnotcontain]

Honey Baked Chicken Wings

[healthycraftskw]

سناكات صحية خالية من الجلوتين | اشتري منتجات شار الان

منتجات شار خالية من الجلوتين منتجات خاليه من الجلوتين. منتجات .دكتور شار الرائد في تشكيلة متنوعة من السناكات الصحية والعضوية الخالية من الجلوتين اطلبها الآن من خلال موقع هلثى كرافتس

[dinogoofymutated]

SFW!Colossus/Fem!Reader

I've been infected with another fictional man the way in which I pumped this out was ridiculous. I happened to re watch the scene in the movies where the government breaks into the mansion and seeing Piotr act like a big brother/dad to all the kids really got to me. That and the Deadpool movies (even though I thinks he's a little stuffy in those.) I even rewatched the episode he had in the animated series so that I knew I would get his character right and DAMN ugh god I juts have a thing for big men with soft hearts. especially the ones who are family oriented.

ALSO HOLY SHIT TY FOR 600 FOLLOWERS???? when did yall get here???? I swear I was at like 48 two weeks ago lmao time flies when you're thirsty for the X men I guess!! TWs: None? No pronouns mentioned but I went ahead and labeled it as fem because it's basically about kids forcefully adopting you as their mom. Kids having night terrors mentioned.

Can you imagine sort of just being adopted by the students at the mansion as mutant mom?? At that point you don't really get a choice. Like you start out being very patient with these kids and making sure to keep bandaids, burn cream, pain meds and all of that because one way or another something is gonna happen- and you want to be prepared.

And then you start making breakfast. I feel like normally they probably have a schedule for who has breakfast duty but if you wake up and can't go back to sleep and you take over no one really cares. More sleep for them!!

And then a few times turns into every morning. And you're setting out ketchup for one kids eggs and syrup for another ones hashbrowns- and making sure not to cook with nuts and make sure there's at least three different things on the table that are Kosher or gluten free. Keeping an eye on everyone as they come to get food and noting who did and did not make it to breakfast this morning so that you can make sure they eat later-

And one day you're waking up at 5am and getting ready for the day so you can go make breakfast like always, and you look in the mirror at some point and just realise, holy fuck, when did you become a parent?

It's such a regular thing for kids to call you mom at that point, a knowing how so many of them have come from rough backgrounds, it makes you really happy to know they find comfort in you and will come find you if they need comforting.

And then there's Piotr. Big, strong, Piotr. Piotr who wakes up before dawn and does chores around the mansion in the early morning air. You can take the man out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the man. He does the lawn care, chops wood, takes care of whatever animals that might need feeding, replaces the feed in the bird feeder.

Piotr who makes sure to stop by the kitchen to share a small cup of coffee with you before he does chores. Piotr who hangs Hummingbird feeders right outside the kitchen windows because you mentioned you missed the ones your grandmother used to hang. Just Piotr, being strong and masculine and an absolute sweetheart.

He reminds me of that one quote that heard somewhere about masculinity being about protecting femininity, not rejecting it??? That one!!!

Kids call him dad all the time, and even though yall aren't even together, you become the parents of the school. Scott and Jean?? Love them, but they don't have that same kind of parent energy.

It's such a regular thing for kids to find the two of you interacting one way or another. Someone woke up way too early and enters the kitchen to find yall during your coffee, and there's a sweet moment with yall telling them to go back to bed, or offering to make them a quick breakfast. Maybe if they're really young Piotr will offer to tuck them in. He might be really blunt when telling them there are no monsters, but will be a little more gentle when you set a hand on his arm and give him a bit of a look.

The kiddo asks for both of you to tuck them in and you obviously aren't going to refuse them. Which leads to everyone wanting both of you to tuck them in and soon enough you two are doing curfew checks instead of the professor.

It's becomes so regular for the students to treat you two as their parents, and no one actually believes it when they find out that no, you're not a couple. So, they do what kids do and try to get you two together.

First it starts with making sure you two are sat together during everything they can get away with. Then it moves on to things like mistletoe (out of season, Piotr mistook it as an accidental bloom made by one of the agrokinesis kids and took it down) and then more mischievous plans like telling one of you that the other needed help with one thing or another, knowing that either one of you would help out at the drop of a hat. Sureee, they were lying, but you two didn't know that. (most of the time)

The kids just want to see their parents happy and in love. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? It's not like You and Piotr hadn't been helplessly pining for the other the entire time anyway.

You sigh deeply once you finally sneak out of the dorm room, Piotr right behind you. The tall man takes extra care to shut the door very gently, making sure it clicks in place just as silently.

"I thought we were never going to get her to sleep." You whisper to him. One of the youngest girls attending the school had a rather difficult time with night terrors, and would struggle to fall asleep without being tucked in. When you and Piotr were doing curfew checks tonight, she was the only kiddo still awake, and she had practically begged both of you to stay with her untill she finally did fall asleep. It couldn't be just one of you, It had to be both. No matter how many rooms you both had to check tonight, you would never have left her shaken up in such a state. You just hadn't expected it to take an hour.

"Illyana had similar dreams as a little one. It takes time for children to overcome it." Piotr whispers back as you begin to walk down the hallway to check the rest of the rooms. Even when he whispers, his voice is strong and hard to keep quiet. You know there's truth to what he says, and yet you can't help but wish you could do something more to help her with her nightmares. You rub some warmth into your arms anxiously as you think about it, surprised when you feel the warm weight of Piotr's hand settle in between your shoulder blades.

"You're worrying again." He states, frowning slightly when you look up at him. You send him a resigned smile, before it quickly falls as you look away.

"I can't help it. I worry about all of them, her especially. They just... deserve so much more than their lot in life." You say. Piotr hums in response, his thumb brushing idly against your back.

"Their life like us, you mean? Mutants?" His question makes you wince.

"No. Yes? I don't know. I just... I just wish that we could give them more than... this." You say, waving your hands to motion about the mansion. "The school might very well be the only safe space they have their entire life. The world hasn't been kind to them, and I'm not sure it ever will be." Your words begin to quiet down as you finish the sentence, lowing to a whisper that only he can hear. You'd never, ever want any of these kids hear a word of what you're saying. Knowing that hope is really all they have at their age, and you of all people refuse to be the one to destroy that beautiful childlike optimism.

"That is what we are working for as the X-men, yes? To change that?" Piotr asks you point blank, his hand moving up towards the back of your neck in a soothing manner that still gives you goosebumps, feeling the comforting heat of his hand even stronger than before.

"Yeah, but..."

"Then we are doing all we can." He finishes, a smile on his face that's so determined and confident that it very nearly changes your mind completely. Nonetheless, it's a reassuring smile that makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy. You smile back at him finally, and you swear you see fondness in his eyes.

It doesn't take long before the two of you are finally at your door. You give Piotr a short and sweet goodnight as you begin to step inside, but he stops you before you go, gently catching hold of your arm. For the first time, you think you've seen him debate on his words. His mouth opens, but he doesn't speak at first, and you swear you see a blush rising to his cheeks as he does so.

"You'd make a good mother." He says eventually, and it makes you smile widely.

"You'd make a good dad." You tell him. There's silence between you as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face in a fond and caring manner, and you swear you could trick yourself into believing that you and Piotr were already in domestic bliss if this moment goes on for any longer. The tall man leans in, and you find your mind short circuiting as he presses a kiss to your forehead. The simple action somehow leaving you beyond flustered.

"Sleep well, Любовь моя. I will see you in the morning." Piotr tells you, before walking off at his regular stiff pace. You stand in your doorway for a minute, watching him leave with a bit of a confused smile on your face. Out of all the Russian nicknames he's called you in the past, you had never heard him say that one before. You wonder if you should pick up a book on the language as you close your door and finally crawl into bed, although part of you is content to leave it be. Colossus had always been blunt, and you're sure he'd tell you eventually. You fall asleep just as you always do, excited to see him when you wake up in the morning.

[thecouncilofidiots]

Bored so doing a thing :)

Assume you can do any replacement (lactose-free, gluten free, vegan, ect) so that it can be eaten by anyone

[subspaceskater]

wait awesome what was on your burger...

various spices, colbyjack cheese, diced onions, tomato, ketchup and ranch. + a gluten free bun bc my bestie that im making dinner for cant eat wheat without having a horrible ibs moment

[recipeshub24]

easy Philly Cheesesteak Meatloaf recipe

Ingredients

1 tablespoon oil

1 onion, diced

1 green bell pepper, diced

8 ounces mushrooms, diced

2 cloves garlic, chopped

2 pounds ground beef

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon pepper

1/2 cup cheese whiz (optional)

1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

2 tablespoons ketchup

2 eggs

1 cup panko breadcrumbs (gluten-free for gluten-free)

4 ounces provolone (optional)

8 slices provolone

How To Make Philly Cheesesteak Meatloaf

Heat the oil in a large pan over medium heat, add the onion, bell pepper and mushrooms and cook until tender, about 7-10 minutes.

Add the garlic and cook until fragrant, about a minute, before removing from heat.

Mix the beef, salt, pepper, cheese whiz, Worcestershire sauce, ketchup, eggs, breadcrumbs and the cooked mixture of the onions, peppers, mushrooms and garlic.

Place half of the mixture down, place the solid piece of provolone in the middle, top with the remaining mixture, seal the edges well, shape the loaf as desired and place on a baking sheet.

Bake in a preheated 350F/180C oven until cooked through, about 50-60 minutes.

Spread the sliced provolone over the top of the loaf, return to the oven and broil until the cheese has melted, about 2-4 minutes.

[timothyjerow]

Gluten-Free Ketchup & Ranch Dressing: Healthier Alternatives and Uses

In the world of condiments, ketchup and ranch dressing have long been staples in many households. However, for those with dietary restrictions or who simply want to make healthier choices, finding suitable gluten-free options is crucial. In this guide, we’ll delve into the benefits and recipes for gluten-free ketchup and ranch dressing, exploring how these alternatives can fit into a healthier lifestyle without compromising on taste.

The Rise of Gluten-Free Ketchup: A Healthier Choice for All

What Is Gluten-Free Ketchup?

Gluten-free ketchup is a variant of traditional ketchup that is specifically made without any gluten-containing ingredients. Gluten is a protein found in wheat, barley, and rye, and individuals with celiac disease or Gluten Free Ketchup sensitivity must avoid it to prevent adverse health effects. Gluten-free ketchup ensures that people with these conditions can still enjoy the tangy, sweet flavor of ketchup without worry.

Benefits of Gluten-Free Ketchup

Digestive Health: For those with celiac disease or gluten intolerance, gluten-free ketchup is essential to avoid symptoms like bloating, diarrhea, and stomach pain. Switching to gluten-free options helps maintain digestive comfort.

Reduced Inflammation: Some individuals experience inflammation and joint pain from consuming gluten. Gluten-free products can help reduce these symptoms and contribute to overall well-being.

Inclusive for All Diets: Gluten-free ketchup is not only for those with gluten sensitivity but also for anyone looking to incorporate more diverse and health-conscious options into their diet.

Ingredients to Look For

When shopping for gluten-free ketchup, it's essential to check the label to ensure it meets gluten-free standards. Look for:

Tomatoes: The base ingredient in ketchup, usually in the form of tomato paste or puree.

Vinegar: Typically distilled vinegar or apple cider vinegar. Ensure it's gluten-free.

Sugar: Used to sweeten the ketchup, but check for any gluten-containing additives.

Spices and Seasonings: Many ketchups include spices for flavor. Make sure these are gluten-free and not mixed with gluten-containing agents.

Popular Gluten-Free Ketchup Brands

Heinz Simply Heinz: Known for its classic taste, Heinz offers a gluten-free version that retains the rich flavor of their original ketchup.

Annie’s Organic Ketchup: A great option for those who prefer organic products, Annie’s ketchup is both gluten-free and made with natural ingredients.

Primal Kitchen Organic Ketchup: This brand emphasizes clean ingredients and is gluten-free, paleo-friendly, and made without added sugars.

DIY Gluten-Free Ketchup Recipe

If you prefer making your ketchup at home, here's a simple recipe:

Ingredients:

1 can (6 ounces) tomato paste

1/2 cup apple cider vinegar

1/4 cup honey or maple syrup

1/4 cup water

1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

1/2 teaspoon onion powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon ground allspice

Instructions:

In a bowl, combine all the ingredients and mix until smooth.

Transfer the mixture to a saucepan and heat over medium heat.

Simmer for 10-15 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the ketchup thickens.

Let it cool before transferring to a bottle or jar. Store in the refrigerator for up to 3 weeks.

Creative Uses for Gluten-Free Ketchup

As a Dip: Use it as a dip for fries, chicken nuggets, or roasted vegetables.

In Recipes: Incorporate it into recipes like meatloaf, barbecue sauces, or marinades.

On Sandwiches and Burgers: Add it to your favorite sandwiches and burgers for that classic ketchup taste.

Ranch Dressing: A Classic Favorite Reimagined

What Is Ranch Dressing?

Ranch dressing is a creamy, tangy dressing made with buttermilk, sour cream, mayonnaise, and a blend of herbs and spices. It is often used as a salad dressing, dip for vegetables, or a condiment for various dishes. Like ketchup, ranch dressing can be modified to be gluten-free, making it suitable for those with dietary restrictions.

Benefits of Gluten-Free Ranch Dressing

Digestive Comfort: Ensuring that ranch dressing is gluten-free allows individuals with gluten sensitivity or celiac disease to enjoy it without discomfort.

Healthier Options: Many gluten-free ranch dressings are made with natural ingredients and fewer additives, contributing to a healthier diet.

Versatility: Gluten-free ranch dressing can be used in various ways, from salads to dips, adding flavor without compromising dietary needs.

Ingredients to Look For

When selecting gluten-free ranch dressing, check the label for:

Buttermilk and Sour Cream: These ingredients provide the creamy texture.

Mayonnaise: Ensure it's made without gluten-containing ingredients.

Herbs and Spices: Commonly used in ranch dressing include dill, parsley, garlic powder, and onion powder. Verify that these are not mixed with gluten-containing agents.

Popular Gluten-Free Ranch Dressing Brands

Hidden Valley Original Ranch: Known for its classic ranch flavor, Hidden Valley offers a gluten-free version that maintains the same great taste.

Annie’s Organic Ranch: For those who prefer organic options, Annie’s ranch dressing is both gluten-free and made with high-quality ingredients.

Ken’s Steakhouse Ranch: Ken’s offers a gluten-free ranch dressing that is rich and creamy, perfect for salads and dipping.

DIY Gluten-Free Ranch Dressing Recipe

Here’s how you can make your own gluten-free ranch dressing at home:

Ingredients:

1/2 cup mayonnaise (gluten-free)

1/2 cup sour cream

1/4 cup buttermilk

1 tablespoon fresh parsley, chopped

1 tablespoon fresh chives, chopped

1/2 teaspoon garlic powder

1/2 teaspoon onion powder

1/4 teaspoon dried dill

Salt and pepper to taste

Instructions:

In a bowl, whisk together mayonnaise, sour cream, and buttermilk until smooth.

Add parsley, chives, garlic powder, onion powder, and dill. Mix until well combined.

Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Refrigerate for at least 30 minutes to allow the flavors to meld. Store in the refrigerator for up to 1 week.

Creative Uses for Gluten-Free Ranch Dressing

Salad Dressing: Toss it with your favorite greens for a creamy salad dressing.

Dip for Veggies: Serve with fresh-cut vegetables like carrots, celery, and bell peppers.

Sandwich Spread: Use it as a flavorful spread on sandwiches and wraps.

Marinade: Use ranch dressing as a marinade for chicken or pork for added flavor.

The Intersection of Gluten-Free Ketchup and Ranch Dressing

Pairing Gluten-Free Ketchup and Ranch Dressing

Both gluten-free ketchup and ranch dressing can be enjoyed together as part of a balanced meal. They complement each other well, especially in dishes like:

Burgers and Fries: Ketchup for the fries and ranch for dipping or as a burger topping.

Chicken Wings: Use ranch as a dipping sauce and ketchup as a side for added flavor.

Wraps and Sandwiches: Spread ranch on your wrap or sandwich, and add ketchup for a tangy twist.

Tips for a Healthier Diet

Read Labels Carefully: Always check for gluten-free certifications and avoid products with ambiguous ingredients.

Homemade Options: Making your condiments at home can help control ingredients and avoid hidden gluten.

Balance Your Diet: Incorporate a variety of fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins alongside your gluten-free condiments for a well-rounded diet.

Conclusion

Gluten-free ketchup and ranch dressing are excellent choices for those with dietary restrictions or anyone looking to make healthier condiment choices. By understanding their benefits, exploring creative recipes, and selecting quality products, you can enjoy these classic flavors without compromising your health. Whether you're cooking up a family meal, hosting a gathering, or simply looking to enhance your everyday dishes, gluten-free ketchup and ranch dressing offer delicious and versatile options for all.

Explore these healthier alternatives and embrace a diet that caters to your needs while still satisfying your taste buds.

[fattributes]

Air Fryer Hashbrowns with Chipotle Ketchup

[floridacracker]

She is eating gluten free nuggets and ketchup with chopsticks

[thinmanolia]

My current diet

First off, everything I dont eat and why

No dairy

No eggs

No gluten

No starches (potatoes, rice, legumes, bananas, any and all flour products like breads and pastries even if they are gluten free)

No fruit juice

Tropical fruit

No pork

No condiments

No cacao powder or chocolate

No coffee

The first 6 inflame me and cause me acne. Pork doesn't taste good to me and gives me terrible body odor, so I just skip it. Condiments have always grossed me out. Ketchup, mayonnaise, you name it, I'll vomit just from the smell of it, so thx, no! I never developed a liking for the flavour of coffee, not so with natural unsweetened bitter cacao powder, though -> I love it, however, it also causes me acne.

What I do eat

Meat (chicken, beef, venison, etc.)

Fish (sardines & salmon are faves)

Fruit vegetables (tomatoes, cucumber, bell pepper, etc.)

Fruits (local and seasonal)

Coke Zero

Winter Veggies (broccoli, cauliflower, brussle sprouts, cabbage, pumpkin etc.)

Nuts, seeds, nut and seed butters

My meal structure is simple and I repeat it almost every day:

1) Protein source. I rotate between chicken, beef, and salmon. I usually buy 1 whole chicken, 2 pieces of salmon and 2 flank steak throughout the week and mix and match as I desire.

2) A salad. It's always a base of cherry tomatoes and carrot. Then some cucumber, some red bell pepper and whatever else might be in the fridge. I used to go heavy on the leafy greens too, but now they give me diarrhea if I overdo it, so I go slow on them. I dress my salad with balsamic vinegar and either some avocado or olive oil.

3) Carbs come last and as a treat. It's usually some dried fruit like prunes. If it's not dried fruit, it's usually something else that's currently in season and if it's a juicy fruit, I love to freeze it and have it cold (cherries, strawberries, etc.)

4) Snack... I dont snack. If I must, I have a protein bar and 1 tsp of nut butter to fix my bloodsugar and keep me full.

5) Sparkling Mineral Water is my go-to beverage.

[heartbeatan]

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 6)

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Chapter 6

You ended up spending more time in town than initially planned. The streets were overwhelmed with tourists and visitors making their way up to their cabins, cottages and camps. Jungkook parked the truck on the street, and as you once again walked hand-in-hand towards your destination, you asked him if you could pop into a few quaint shops that caught your attention along the way. He complied with a warm smile and a nod, and after at least an hour and one trip back to the truck to drop off your shopping bags, you finally made it to the grocery store.

The unnecessarily long trek up and down the aisles was also… unnecessarily hot. It started at first when you were draped over the push handle of the cart. Jungkook was eyeing some sort of list he had on his phone, while you stared down the discounted ketchup prices. You felt a heavy hand smooth its way over the small of your back, then tenderly over your waist, as Jungkook leaned next to you to show you something that was on his phone. The casually romantic touch was enough to send a shiver of goosebumps to rise over your skin.

“I don’t know what Arrowroot Powder is,” Jungkook said as he showed you a recipe for a dehydrated cheesy broccoli and rice camping meal. His palm moved softly over your back, and for a moment, you couldn’t read the words before you.

“It’s a starch. Like corn starch. You could probably substitute the two.”

“Is it better?”

“I think it’s gluten-free, so depends, I guess.”

“Alright, we’ll go look,” he said, pocketing the phone, then standing straight to keep moving - but not before he let his hand slip low and give your ass a quick squeeze. You jumped up straight, and shot him a “how dare you” but also a “do it again” kind of glare.

Each stop you made went something like that. He’d find some way to errantly touch you - like you were some couple trapped in a vomit-inducing honeymoon phase that meant you couldn’t go more than a few seconds without contact. But by the next aisle, you were well involved in the game, and even turning up the heat.

When he’d ask for your opinion on something, you’d step up beside him, stand just a little too close, or slip up in front of him - always making sure the rounds of your breasts or your ass “accidentally” brushed up against him. He’d return the “help” in kind, making sure his hand was tight on your hip as you stretched for something in the back of the shelf, or that his breath would warm the skin of your neck and ear when he asked you which brand you preferred. You appreciated the chilling warmth - the market was frigid after all, as the air conditioning battled the rising humidity outside.

Coffee was where things stepped up again. Your favourite brand had been sold out on the reachable tiers, and the rest of it was being held hostage on the highest overstock shelves, nearly out-of-reach for anyone without a step ladder. Determined to not bother a busy employee, you stretched yourself onto your tiptoes, then spun the canister in your fingers until it was close enough to the ledge for you to safely grab. Jungkook didn’t help you at all… he easily could have grabbed what you wanted - but he chose instead to just enjoy the show of your body long and lean as you strained to accomplish your goal.

“Ah ha!” you sung triumphantly as you flattened your feet and inspected the canister. Your victory was short lived. You grabbed the decaf. “Aw, damn!” you exclaimed as you looked back up and tried to find the right shade of red lid that indicated the real coffee.

You stood back up on your toes, holding a shelf in front of you for leverage, and stretched again to replaced the canister you had taken. Jungkook decided then that he had selfishly left you to your own devices for too long. He stepped up behind you, his hand again at your hip, the heat of your bodies warming the inches between your back and his chest, as his other arm stretched up to reach for the canister and push it back into place.

“I got it,” you turned your head to look back at him, giving him a both challenging and seductive quirk of your lips.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he said, his fingers tightening around your hip, and the strength in his arm now pushing you to turn around and properly face him. You did, letting him cage you in between his body and the shelves, your smiling lips just inches away from his, which he enticingly chewed on. “What can I help you with, Ma’am?”

His voice was all cock-tease and sin - not a gentleman to be found. Part of you wanted him to take you right there in public - but the other part was fucking loving the flirtatious back-and-forth, and the innocent touches with not so innocent intentions.

“I need the caffeinated one.”

He reached up and grabbed a blue canister with ease, his body leaning even closer to yours as he did.

“This one?” he showed you his prize, knowing full well that what he had was not what you wanted.

“That’s French Vanilla. I need Classic Roast.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, and even though he wasn’t really pressed against you, you swore his graveled noises were rumbling through your body as well. He replaced the vanilla, and reached for the hazelnut.

“No,” you said before he asked you, laughing slightly since you were aroused by this game.

“Picky,” he teased, then reached for another, which you also giggled away.

Then he got to the one you wanted, pulling it off the shelf while you shamelessly admired the way his forearm and bicep flexed when he executed the simple task.

“Nah, you don’t want this one,” he said suddenly, moving to put it back up again.

“No!” you shrieked, reaching up to snatch it from his hand - but he only held it higher - forcing your already too-close-for-public bodies to wedge together even more.

His grinning lips were so close to yours, and you half-heartedly fought his hold around your waist as you reached for the coffee outstretched in his arm.

“I’ll just put this back,” he said.

“No!” you giggled again, your hand on his shoulder only pulling him closer instead of leveraging you higher.

“You want this one?” he feigned ignorance.

“Yes,” you feigned a plea as he slowly dipped forward, making his way in for a kiss.

“You sure?” he crept another inch forward, and you began to melt into him.

“Uh huh,” you nodded - your lips now brushing over each other's as you did.

Then your lips met, as best they could through the blushing smiles cemented on both your faces. The kiss in theory was chaste and polite. In any other circumstances it would have been. But under the fluorescent lights of the busy store, surrounded by the murmurs of customers and the clanging of rolling shopping carts - your canoodling felt forbidden and dirty. But you let him kiss you anyway, making sure you kept tight control on exactly how your hands and body would react.

“Jungkook?” a man’s voice suddenly interrupted your kiss. You both looked towards the voice, and someone you hadn’t seen before was standing in front of you both with a shit-eating smile on his face.

“Hey, Abe,” Jungkook relaxed the moment he registered who he was looking at, stepping off of you and reaching over to shake the man’s hand. He then stepped back to your side, putting an arm casually around your shoulders. Abe had already caught you both making out in the grocery store, there was no need to be shy now. “This is Y/N.”

“Hi,” you waved awkwardly.

“Hey,” Abe smiled at you. He seemed more than friendly, and well amused by the situation he just witnessed. He looked back at Jungkook. “You still coming to Hyejin’s birthday?”

“Oh, uhhh,” you felt Jungkook tense beside you. “Fuck, man, I’m so sorry, I forgot. I got company this weekend. Can I send over a gift with you though?”

“Yeah, sure, but–”

Abe was interrupted as a woman with a shopping cart turned the corner and stepped up beside him. “Hey, hun,” Abe greeted her, and you put together that they were a couple.

“Jungkook!” the woman smiled in surprise, then noticed you underneath his arm. “Oh, hi! Sorry, I’m Hyejin,” she gave you a bright smile and stuck out a hand for you to shake.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you,” you tried your best to return her warmth.

“Jungkook can’t come tomorrow,” Abe told Hyejin. “He forgot all about you, babe,” he teased as he called Jungkook out.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook apologized. “I didn’t forget, just something came up last minute.”

Neither Hyejin or Abe seemed at all bothered by the news, but you felt the need to defend Jungkook regardless - especially since you were pretty sure you were the cause. “I think I’m the something,” you put your hand over your chest. “It’s my fault, I sort of forced myself upon him at the last minute.” You then looked up at Jungkook and shrugged, “You should go. I’ll be fine.”

“Just come,” Hyejin chimed in, looking at you again, then looking scoldingly at Jungkook as if he was some sort of culprit. “I don’t know why this idiot didn’t think of that already. It’s just dinner - are you afraid your friends are going to scare off your new girlfriend?”

Both you and Jungkook choked on your own throats. Abe’s eyes lit up like a paparazzi uncovering a scandal. “Ooo, babe,” he sang to his wife, his eyes flashing between you and Jungkook, “I think you said something you shouldn’t have.”

Hyejin slapped him across the chest and rolled her eyes. “Whatever, your friend, Jungkook. Bring your friend. We’ll play nice.”

Jungkook’s face melted into a soft chuckle. He looked at you searching for some sort of approval. You weren’t really able to give him an answer. These were his friends. This was his life. You were not his girlfriend. As much as a party and meeting new people sounded like fun, you were already beginning to sense more heartbreak for you coming over the horizon. You hadn’t been at Jungkook’s side for very long - in fact, it had barely been more than a day. But you quickly figured out that you liked being there. You liked his life, and yours was in tatters. You liked how easy your time together had been, and you were subconsciously crafting a fantasy of how easily you could fit into more of his world. Was it really wise to meet his wonderful friends and feed your delusion further?

Jungkook too seemed hesitant, but you watched as a resolution formed in his mind.

He looked back to Hyejin and Abe. “Yeah, we’ll be there,” he nodded.

⁂

Jungkook was now winding you down another dirt road somewhere on the outskirts of town, enroute to that special place he had promised to show you. You had a cooler bag on your lap with a carton of caramel cookie dough ice cream inside, since he insisted if you bought cones they'd be melted before you got there. You understood now that he was right. It was at least another 15 minute drive, and the hot day was now stifling. You were smart to have grabbed a pair of cut-off shorts when you were shopping, you just wished you had the sense to put them on before you climbed into the truck. You figured you could strip right in the seat and change without any complaints from him, but the bags were under the cover in the truck bed. You had no choice but to sweat it out through your leggings.

"What are you gonna tell people?" you blurted out the question.

"What do you mean?"

"The party. Who are you gonna say that I am?"

He shrugged. "I don't need to say anything. It's none of their business."

"Will they ask?"

"I doubt it. They'll probably just assume you and I are new. They won't make a big deal."

"Okay," you nodded, although you sounded unconvinced.

"Are you worried or something? We don't have to go."

"No..." your voice trailed off in thought. "Ignore me, I'm just overthinking it. You're right, why would they care? People don't label things right away."

"I'm not gonna tell them why you came up here if that's what you're worried about. You and I are friendly, that's all they need to know."

“No. No, of course not,” you shook yourself. You couldn’t figure out exactly why you were feeling weird about being introduced to Jungkook’s friends as not his girlfriend. You wouldn’t know these people. They wouldn’t know what you had gone through, or that Jungkook was just apart of your revenge scheme. If anything, you should be happy. If you were back home, you’d be inundated with sympathetic smiles and unsolicited advice. Up here, you had the luxury of anonymity. You could be just you – no baggage. “But, please, don’t cancel anything else on my accord.”

“Okayyy,” Jungkook said slowly. “I’ll just take you with me, then.”

You turned your head sharply to look at him, and he gave you a wink.

“You might be disappointed, though,” he continued, turning the truck down an even smaller road that more resembled a path for four-runners. “I don’t have a ton of plans. I’ve been scaling back work so I can get ready to tour.”

“Ugh!” you sighed. “I envy your freedom, Jungkook. I wish I could just set my own schedule.”

“Yeah, not gonna lie, it’s pretty sweet,” he bragged. "You like your job? You're an accountant, right?"

It surprised you that he knew that, but then again, you had cyber stocked him before driving up to meet him. However, you also had the run down from Stephanie, which you assumed he never got one about you from her. "Is it weird if I say that I do?"

"No."

"Overall, yes. Maybe a little less so than before. I used to work for a small firm, so I had a lot of smaller clients. It kept things more interesting and personal."

"And now you bat for the bigwigs at Teller?"

You were definitely surprised he knew that.

"Yeah. There's more money in it and, you know, Chris and I wanted kids and a bigger house one day, so…” you trailed off, now feeling a touch resentful. You left a good job to take a great job so that you and Chris could plan a cushy future together. It’s not like you regretted your choice – and granted, had Chris not been in the picture you may have still taken the pay raise. But thinking about those long conversations you had with Chris, and coming to the conclusion together, as a team – it was all just a bitter memory now.

The truck came to a dead-end in a small clearing that resembled a cul-de-sac, tightly protected by dense trees – save for what appeared to be a walking path on the far side.

“Ugh, fuck that guy,” Jungkook huffed as he slowed the truck into some semblance of a parking space. “He’s an idiot. He had everything and fumbled it.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, feeling a little less chipper than before. You hadn’t been super bothered by the mention of Chris. You figured the reality of everything hadn’t quite settled in yet – that you were operating on some sort of autopilot. But now, it seemed to be catching up with you. You were starting to feel blue – and you hated that it was happening when you had Jungkook at your side.

The truck was now parked, but you just stared grimly out the window, not really registering what you were looking at. In fact, you hadn’t even noticed the truck had stopped moving.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Jungkook said softly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “It’s okay to be upset. It doesn’t… make you less strong or whatever you’re worried about. We can talk... if that’s what you need.”

You brought your fingers to your lips and began anxiously chewing on your nails. You were trying not to cry. You didn’t want to deal with how you were feeling, but it seemed like you couldn’t distract yourself.

“I’m just so… angry. I think? Hurt? I don’t know. I don’t know how to describe it.” Your eyes began to sting, and you started to blink rapidly to fight back tears.

Jungkook took the cooler from your lap and set it in the backseat.

His hand then came to rest over your shoulder, his thumb making consoling passes over your skin. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” he asked gently.

“I don’t know. That I need to start over. That I need to go back there, and face everyone. That this is going to affect me for the rest of my life. I shared lives with them. I don’t know how to move on with them not in it.”

“It sounds scary,” he agreed. “But you got this. They’re the ones who should be scared - because they lost you. But you… you’ll be fine.”

You turned to look at him, no longer embarrassed by the few small tears that had managed to escape. He moved his hand at your shoulder to brush one away, and your heart squeezed as he did. Amidst all the misery you had endured and were going to endure, you could at least see him as a silver lining in it all. If your coming together hadn’t been the result of such a fucked up situation, you would have easily by now propositioned him for more than just sex. Sometimes, when you meet someone, you just know. With him, you felt like you just knew you two could be more, and that you could be great. But you couldn’t trust those feelings. Not right now. Not when you were days out of an engagement, after a stab as degrading as infidelity, or a betrayal as violent as death. Right now, you were vulnerable and torn down. You couldn’t trust that you weren’t projecting your shit onto him. And you certainly didn’t know what he was feeling. You and him – you were about sex and revenge. He was there to make you feel something other than feeling like you were nothing…

You turned your body towards him, leaning over the console, and kneeling on your seat so you could hover over him. You grabbed his chin as you pulled your mouths together. He accepted your kiss without protest, letting his hands trail lazily over your sides. His lips parted, as he took in a tiny inhale, and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. You kissed him slow and languid, savouring the heat of his mouth, the wet sounds of your tongues tangling, and the small groan that began to vibrate deep in his chest. It was just the drug you needed. He was the drug you needed to forget about your sorrows. The more you were with him like this, the easier it would be to forget that Chris and Stephanie had hurt you.

You cupped his face in both hands, deepening the kiss, and he responded by deepening his fingers into your fleshy sides. You sucked on his lower lip, then bit down on it, pulling tantalizingly at the lush, elastic curve, before you released it. He tilted his chin, his mouth begging you for more – but you wanted more than just his kisses.

“Can you make me feel good?” you whispered against his lips.

“Anything, baby,” he graveled, and your spine twisted when the pet name rolled off his tongue. He moved to sit up straighter, and you moved with him, kneeling back in your seat while he spun himself to face you. You instantly hated the center console. It was bulky and in the way and made the distance between you too far. You were a bit of a stranger to fooling around in trucks, and you wondered how it would work with a giant obstacle in your way. Jungkook, however, was either very well-versed in truck fuckery, or he was just good at thinking on his feet. With the press of a button, click, and a pull, he had the console in an upward position, and out of the fucking way.

“Come here,” he nodded to his lap. You turned, swinging your feet into the gaping space between the seats that the console once hovered over. Although it would have been a tight squeeze, your initial thought was to straddle his hips. But he smoothed his hand over your waist, guiding you to twist yourself to sit comfortably on his lap, with your back leaned against the door.

“Now,” he spoke confidently as his palm dropped to your knee and dusted up your thigh. “I noticed in the store that you have this very pretty little thing on,” he mused as his hand slipped under your tank and revealed the lingerie you had put on that morning. Your wedding lingerie… fucking Chris and Stephanie again – this was off to a bad start.

“I got it for my honeymoon,” you said, trying hard to not let him hear the pain in your voice.

“Hmm,” he nodded, but still carefully studied the delicate lace and ribbon with his eyes and his fingers. “So… you mean I get to see what he never got to see?” his eyes rolled up to meet yours. There was something possessive, and sexy, and dark in the way he said it, and in the way he looked at you.

You swallowed, feeling a little less upset about the adjacency Chris had to what was happening in the truck.

“Yeah. You do.”

“Hmm, his index finger began to trail up and down the centre of your belly, drawing a little lower each time, tickling the fabric that covered your mound. “So… I get to fuck you in this… not him?”

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of energy begin to pump through your system. “Yeah. I suppose you do.” You could see it in your mind now – the ribbons pulled and disheveled, your tits spilling out over the cups, the panties ripped to shreds, while Jungkook’s sweat and cum decorated the remaining fabric. Inspired by the image, you grabbed a hold of your tank, and pulled it off your body – tossing it onto the dash and leaning back so Jungkook could get a good view of it.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. Then he slipped his hand down the front of your leggings, and your pussy clenched as he palmed your core. He ran his hand enticingly over the lace, letting his fingers travel the length of the fabric, gauging where your seam was, where your clit was, and tracing the lines where the hem exposed your moistening lips. “I could make a really pretty mess of this thing. You want me to?”

You bit harder on your lip, and nodded frantically. “Yes,” you huffed. You liked this idea very much. It felt like… an offense to your engagement; an afront to Chris. To have a beautiful piece of art decorating your body, something that was supposed to be meaningful and special, and treated with care and love – only to be debased and stained in the red pick-up truck parked in the middle of fucking nowhere by cheap, hot primal sex.

Jungkook’s fingers moved further south, his hand digging deep into your pants, as he search the area for where he might find your hole.

“What’s these?” he asked when he felt the flap where the clasps held the panty portion together.

“Clips. You undo them so I can still wear this.”

“Alright,” he said. He didn’t wink, per se, but he might as well have. You sensed something brewing in him.

You figured he just undo the clips – but instead, he took the fabric in a fist – then he pulled. You gasped as you felt the back piece squeeze and cut itself between your ass cheeks, and as more of the lace tightened through your folds and over your clit. It was that odd pain pleasure you had experience with Jungkook yesterday – and you were pleased to be experiencing it again. The clips gave way with a heavy snap. You didn’t need to see them to know they were severely bent out of shape.

Jungkook flipped the remains out of the way, and began stroking the length of your pussy raw, slithering his middle finger through your seam, pulling tight over the hood that guarded your clit, and teasing your entrance with shallow presses.

He tilted his face, pressing his lips over your arm just below the shoulder. “I want you to do something for me first, baby,” he said against your skin.

“What?”

“I want you to teach me how you touch yourself.”

“You’re doing fine,” you almost rolled your eyes.

“Show me, Y/N,” he removed himself from your pants, then found your hand and covered it with his. He then guided you both back under your leggings. He first directed you to stroke yourself long and soft, and it felt weird and wonderful to have his fingertips interlaced with yours, as they tickled and teased nerves and slickened skin. “Do you do this?”

“Yeah,” you closed your eyes as he did it again. “I like it harder on the down stroke,” you surprised yourself when you admitted it.

“Show me,” he whispered into your ear.

“Like this… ugh!” you bent your head backward as you demonstrated on yourself, and you felt a buzzing fire along your labia. You did it again, pressing firm as your fingers slipped south through your slickened slit, and then you pulled them back north, kneading the sensitive space around your clit – bringing the bud to stiff attention. Jungkook let you guide the way, but his hand was always over yours, his fingers were always there, stroking you along with your own.

“How do you like to touch your clit?” he asked.

“Mmm,” you didn’t tell him this time. You just showed him. You circled the bud with firm gentility, testing it’s sensitivity at first so you could gauge how much pressure you wanted. “When I want to take my time…” you continued your circling, letting Jungkook’s fingers slip between yours so he could touch you too. “Like this.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, as he took a little more of the reigns.

“Mm hm,” you hummed, as you felt your hips wanting to start waving and bucking. “But when I want to come fast… I do it side-to-side.”

“Show me.”

You wrestled your hand out from under his, then took his place – covering his knuckles with your palm, and curving your fingers over his digit to show him how to do it right. You pressed his two most dexterous fingers over your clit, pushing the bud hard to the left – then you curved the digits tight, dragging the bud now firm to the right.

“But faster… and harder…” you tried to guide him, but it was difficult when ten fingers were involved.

“Can I try?” he inquired.

“Fuck yes, you can,” you almost cried in relief.

He started off with a nice, firm pressure, and a delicately paced rhythm. It wasn’t what you did when you were alone – but… when you were alone was a different story. Being touch by someone else, being touched the right way was just unequivocally more intense. He didn’t need to rub you raw to make you come - he just needed to keep his hands on you.

Your hips began to wave over his lap and into his motions, and you could feel his cock beginning to stiffen beneath your ass. You began to salivate at the idea of it, and what you would do with it if it was sprung free.

“Oh, God, Jungkook,” you keened when he abandoned your strategy, and began to knead his way through your slit, perfectly mimicking the way you had shown him too. He was a fast learner.

You wrapped one arm behind his shoulders, and twisted your fingers in the far sleeve of his shirt – needing something stable to hold onto, as your body tried to writhe itself off his lap.

“Oh, fucckkk!” you buried your face into his neck as he began to rub your clit again, but now more violently, and much more like the way you did when you were alone with only 3 minutes to spare. Your thighs tried to squeeze together – but Jungkook spread you back open, grabbing the limb closest to his body, and guiding its foot to rest on the seat across from you.

Your orgasm was beginning to swell inside you, as little bricks of pleasure began to stack on top of one another, becoming more and more unstable the higher they grew, threatening to tumble unexpectedly like a Jenga tower.

“You wanna come, Y/N?” Jungkook’s breath fanned over your neck. Your forehead was pressed somewhere into the side of his head, and both your hands were twisted tightly into his shirt.

“Yes,” you whimpered, but were then surprised when his movements came to a near halt.

“But you were a bad girl this morning, Y/N. I don’t think you deserve to come.”

That got your attention.

“What?” you sharply pulled your face out of his neck and looked down at him in astonishment.

He withdrew his hand from your pants and brought his soaked fingers to his lips. In a long, deliberate, and sensual motion, he sunk his fingers and all your juices into his mouth, then pulled, lapping up every inch he could taste.

You swallowed, feeling a new collection of juices pooling between your legs. The way he sucked on you, even when he wasn’t sucking on you… it was sexy, and possessive, and made you feel incredibly desired. Especially when he moaned like he had just taken a bite out of a Michelin-rated meal.

“That was a dirty little trick you pulled with the bill,” he spoke, shattering the trance you were in.

Oh… that… you remembered. This was his "gotcha" for you beating him at brunch.

You weren’t quite sure how to proceed. He did promise to pay you back for your little foot stroke shenanigans, but you weren’t ready to collect just yet. You wanted to come, and by the stiffy currently teasing your ass, he wanted to come too.

You licked your lips and looked down at him with patronizing arrogance. “You snooze you lose,” you said, as you moved to slip your hands back down your pants, intending to fuck yourself into an orgasm, or at least until he gave up and decided to join you.

Before you could breach the waistband, Jungkook grabbed roughly at your wrist, jerking your hand away from its destination. With an even more arrogant cock of his eyebrow, he said, “If you cheat, you don’t come. Not without a good spanking first."

Go to Chapter 7.

[yunogasaikinnie]

I made napolitan (Japanese ketchup spaghetti.)

Napolitan is a popular western-influenced pasta dish made with spaghetti, onion, garlic, mushrooms, bell pepper, and sausage (vegan, in this recipe.) This Japanese ketchup spaghetti recipe is quick, easy, and perfect for lunch or weeknight dinners!

It’s no secret that Japanese people love ketchup– it’s found used in many dishes like hayashi rice, omurice, ketchup fried rice, Japanese curry, and today's recipe that I’m sharing: ketchup spaghetti— known as napolitan in Japan.

I know, ketchup in spaghetti might sound strange… it may even make some people cringe, but don’t yuck our yum just yet! Try it first, and you might like it too– I mean, it’s one of the most popular pasta dishes across Japan for a reason. You can easily spot this dish at restaurants, cafes, convenience stores, department stores, and as lunch at schools and offices.

Origin of napolitan

The exact origin of this western-influenced dish is unknown, but here is the most widely known story as to how it came about and became so popular.

Around 1945 (post-World War II), because of the lack of food, the US soldiers that were staying at the New Grand Hotel were eating pasta mixed with ketchup. The head chef Shigetada Irie saw that and wanted to make something more nutritious for them, so he pulled something together with what they had in the kitchen: onions, garlic, peppers, ham, pasta, and tomato paste. It was loved by the soldiers so much that it became something you could only have at the hotel, because at that time, tomato paste was a specialty item that wasn’t easily accessible.

Around 1960, when Japan started to import ketchup from the US, Japanese people began to recreate the dish with ketchup since it was more readily available than tomato paste. It became increasingly popular because of how easy it is to make with the simplest of ingredients. To this day, napolitan is loved by adults and children alike.

Another interesting theory I read about was that this dish was influenced by yaki udon and yakisoba, which are noodle dishes that are fried in a pan with soy sauce and Japanese flavors. The difference is in the type of noodles and of course, the usage of ketchup.

Ingredients you'll need for napolitan

2 servings gluten free spaghetti noodles (200g)

2 garlic cloves, minced

1 onion, thinly sliced (220g)

6–8 button mushrooms, thinly sliced (100g)

1 green bell pepper, thinly sliced (150g)

2 vegan sausages, sliced (200g)

Ingredients you'll need for napolitan sauce

1/3 cup + 1 tbsp. ketchup (105g)

3 tbsp. non-dairy milk (45ml)

1 tbsp. Japanese Worcester sauce (15g)

1 tsp. tamari sauce (15g)

Ingredients you'll need when serving

Tabasco sauce

Vegan parmesan

Fresh parsley

Instructions

Cook the pasta following the manufacturer’s instructions on the back.

In the meantime, fry the garlic and onions with some oil (or water for oil-free) in a large pan over medium high heat, just until the onions get slightly translucent. Then add in the mushrooms and bell pepper and sauté for 2 minutes. Reduce heat to medium, scoot the vegetables to one side of the pan, and cook the sausage on each side for about 1 minute or until you get a bit of browning on it. Then continue to sauté with the rest of the vegetables.

Add all the sauce ingredients and mix them with the rest of the ingredients. Then add the pasta and toss with everything using tongs (this helps the pasta not clump up and break.) Season with salt and pepper, to taste.

Add all the sauce ingredients and mix it with the rest of the ingredients. Then add the pasta and toss with everything using tongs (this helps the pasta to not clump up and break.) Season with salt and pepper, to taste.

Serve immediately with tabasco sauce, vegan parmesan cheese, and parsley. Enjoy!