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Why a Leather BBQ Apron is the Ultimate Grill Master’s Essential

Grilling is more than just cooking—it’s an art. Whether you're a weekend warrior flipping burgers or a seasoned BBQ enthusiast slow-smoking ribs, the right tools make all the difference. And while many people focus on getting the best grill or the finest cuts of meat, one crucial piece of gear is often overlooked: the BBQ apron. A high-quality apron, especially a leather BBQ apron, is an essential piece of equipment for every grill master. It not only provides protection from heat and spills but also adds a touch of professionalism and style. In this blog, we will dive into why a leather BBQ apron, like the one from Chuakoo, is the ultimate tool for grilling success.

1. Durability: Built to Last

One of the most important qualities to look for in a BBQ apron is durability. Leather aprons stand out in this regard due to the inherent toughness of the material. Unlike fabric aprons, which can tear, stain, or wear out over time, a leather apron can withstand the rigors of grilling for years.

Take the Leather BBQ Apron from Chuakoo, for example. Made from premium leather, this apron is built to endure high temperatures, grease splatters, and heavy use. The leather doesn’t absorb stains like fabric aprons do, making it easy to wipe clean after each grilling session. Additionally, leather ages gracefully, developing a rich patina over time that adds character and style.

Whether you're grilling every weekend or only on special occasions, investing in a durable apron like this ensures that you're not constantly replacing flimsy fabric aprons.

2. Protection from Heat and Spills

Safety is a top priority when grilling, and a leather BBQ apron offers superior protection compared to fabric alternatives. Grills can reach extremely high temperatures, and an apron made from leather provides a reliable shield against heat, reducing the risk of burns. Leather's natural heat resistance means it won't catch fire easily, and it protects your clothes and skin from hot grease, coals, and embers.

Furthermore, grilling is often messy, with sauces, oils, and marinades flying around. A leather apron offers excellent coverage, ensuring that no matter how many spills occur, your clothes remain clean and protected underneath. For anyone who takes their grilling seriously, a leather apron is a functional and necessary piece of equipment.

3. Style: Look the Part of a Grill Master

Functionality aside, let's not ignore the fact that leather aprons just look cool. There’s something undeniably stylish about putting on a well-crafted leather apron before you step up to the grill. It exudes confidence, professionalism, and a commitment to the craft of grilling.

Unlike typical fabric aprons, which can often appear plain and utilitarian, a leather BBQ apron has an air of sophistication. The Leather BBQ Apron from Chuakoo is not only highly functional but also a statement piece. With its sleek design and rich texture, this apron adds a rugged, refined touch to any grilling outfit. Whether you're hosting a backyard BBQ with friends or preparing a feast for a special occasion, wearing a leather apron elevates the entire experience.

This isn’t just an apron for men—leather aprons are also popular with female chefs and grill enthusiasts. The rising trend of aprons for women in the kitchen and at the grill means that a leather BBQ apron makes a stylish and practical choice for everyone who takes cooking seriously.

4. Practicality: Features That Enhance Your Grilling Experience

While leather BBQ aprons offer style and protection, they also come packed with practical features that can enhance your grilling experience. The Leather BBQ Apron from Chuakoo comes with multiple pockets, making it easy to store your grilling tools, thermometer, or even a bottle opener. This convenient feature means that everything you need is within arm’s reach, so you won’t have to constantly step away from the grill to grab your tools.

Moreover, leather aprons offer adjustable straps that allow for a custom fit. This ensures that the apron stays securely in place, providing you with full range of motion while protecting your clothes and skin from heat and mess.

Unlike thin fabric aprons that can shift or bunch up during use, a well-fitted leather apron stays in place, giving you peace of mind while grilling. Additionally, leather aprons are generally heavier than their fabric counterparts, which adds to their durability and ensures they don’t get blown around by the wind during outdoor grilling sessions.

5. Versatility: More Than Just a BBQ Apron

A leather apron isn't limited to just grilling. Its durability, heat resistance, and stylish design make it a versatile tool in any chef's arsenal. Whether you're using it for outdoor grilling, smoking, or even in the kitchen for cooking or baking, a leather apron is a multipurpose item that can be used for a variety of cooking tasks.

For those who enjoy cooking both indoors and outdoors, the Leather BBQ Apron offers a consistent level of protection and convenience in all environments. It’s not just a chef apron for grilling; it’s the perfect companion for any cooking activity that involves heat, sharp tools, and the potential for spills.

6. Easy Maintenance and Care

While leather aprons may seem like a high-maintenance option, they are surprisingly easy to care for. Leather naturally repels spills and stains, making clean-up as simple as wiping the apron down with a damp cloth. Unlike fabric aprons that need to be washed regularly, leather aprons don’t require frequent cleaning, making them a practical choice for regular use.

Additionally, with the proper care, leather only gets better with age. Using leather conditioner occasionally helps keep the material soft, supple, and free from cracks. A well-maintained leather apron will not only last for years but will also look even better over time as it develops a unique patina.

7. Why Every Grill Master Needs a Leather BBQ Apron

If you’re serious about grilling, you need the right gear to back you up. A leather BBQ apron is one of the most valuable investments you can make for several reasons:

Durability: Built to last through years of use, heat exposure, and grilling mishaps.

Protection: Shields you from high temperatures, grease splatters, and spills, ensuring your safety.

Style: Look the part of a true grill master with a rugged yet stylish apron that elevates your BBQ game.

Convenience: Practical features like multiple pockets and adjustable straps make grilling easier and more efficient.

Versatility: Useful for a variety of cooking activities, both indoors and outdoors.

The Leather BBQ Apron from Chuakoo embodies all of these qualities, making it the ultimate choice for any grill enthusiast.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Grilling with a Leather BBQ Apron

Every great grill master knows that the right equipment makes all the difference. A leather BBQ apron provides the protection, durability, and style that serious grilling demands. Whether you're a weekend hobbyist or a seasoned chef, investing in a high-quality leather apron ensures that you can grill with confidence and ease. With its superior heat resistance, practical features, and sleek design, the Leather BBQ Apron from Chuakoo is the ultimate tool for anyone looking to take their grilling to the next level.

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Ready to take your grilling to the next level? Visit Chuakoo today to get your hands on the Leather BBQ Apron. Whether you’re looking for aprons for women or men, this premium chef apron is built for durability, style, and performance. Shop now and elevate your grilling experience!

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MY THREE HUMANS AND MY THREE TROLLS ARE FINALLY DONE BEING THOUGHT ABOUT AND ARE NOW PLACED INTO THE WORLD FOR YOU TO ENJOY READING ABOUT, Massive post under read more!!!

[Obs: These ain’t kids. They’re all in their early 20’s tho.]

Gatolt Osbizb (name means nothing. = Muse of Doom.) - 

Looks: Hair that goes down to her shoulders, curly and surprisingly well groomed. Skin (and body) made up of tiny chunks stitched together. Fingers, hands, legs, slightly different shades of grey, with seams colored with the multitude of different blood types beneath. Blank eyes, shirt and pants. Simplistic dress code.

Personality: A hodgepodge of Troll flesh, bones, and a few cybernetic enhancements all stitched together into a singular being. Goldblood, purple blood, violet, and more. Both of her eyes are blank (though she can still see thanks to cyberoptics), and she is usually in at least a mild amount of pain due to the strain of her body barely being able to keep itself together. Despite all that, she tries to act cheery and tries to be the life of her friend circle, though not always with success. And besides, she rarely tries to mingle outside of it, feeling unwelcome in other circles.

Constantly requires maintenance which she usually does herself, and… fresh replacements. Her creator fucked up in making her, which means she is now slowly yet constantly rotting away, to the point every part of her body except the brain and enhancements are different than her first resurrection.  Her girlfriend, Bakhus, usually helps with gathering ‘replacements’. She feels like a burden due to her condition that sometimes leaves her bedridden for days, which makes her stay quiet and sometimes even enable her friends’ bad habits, because she doesn’t want to be a drag. Hates the fact her whole life revolves around her condition. Likes gardening and clockwork.

Bakhus Gredui (Greedy Bacchus / Dionysius. = Thief of Void)  - 

Looks: Hair that goes all the way to the floor and a few feet behind her, greasy, messy, and dragging food bits in it. Tank top with her sign (Sign of the Brazen) on it, suspenders and oversized clown pants. Juggalo make-up messy and somewhat faded, droopy yellow eyes, usually with a hunched stance. Very, very tall, and extremely strong - with some healthy weight to her body to go along with it.

Personality: A purple-blood that represses her kind and motherly urges under liters and liters of Faygo. A chef at heart and a great cook from years of experience, she constantly throws barbecues and small carnivals on her massive garden, which attracts lowblood and highblood alike. Her festivities have become small gathering spots for those who wish to mingle with the upper / lower classes despite their own status, and for spies of both the Condescension and those who oppose her. Bakhus is, of course, too busy grilling to mind that she has accidentally created the perfect neutral spot.

Despite her cooking prowess, the Faygo inhibits both her ability to feel much empathy or care about the taste of her food. Deliciously cooked and prepared meals placed near overly-sugary, soggy, Faygo-drenched pretzels. She carries a massive cookbook alongside her massive pot, which has recipes that certain blood types enjoy, and… recipes made out of said blood types. She has no qualms cooking violets and reds, and sometimes will go so far as to grab Faygo-drunk trolls in her cookout and take them inside to ‘rest’. They’re never seen again.

Also keeps a small spice garden. Gatolt usually takes care of it, with whatever isn’t used to cook as fertilizer. Occasionally, she sends the butchered corpses to Marciu. Who also happens to be Gatolt’s creator.

Marciu Shelli (Like, y’know. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein’s author. = Seer of Space)  - 

Looks: Short hair, think Eridan, but with no streak. Scrawny to a fault, and clearly underfed. Big scientist glasses with special prescription lenses, white lab robes that hide his starving figure and his left hand gloved with thick, hazmat-suit-like protection. The right one is a prosthetic, indigo tubes and wires trying to replicate the sensation of the original with… some success. Pointy nose, sharp teef.

Personality: Anxious, skittery and, quite frankly pitiful even for an indigo blood, Marciu spends most of his days either robbing graves for corpses or putting his ill-gotten gains to use in his laboratory. Deeply resentful of feelings he has about himself, he buries them deep within him and, to make sure no one can say he is valid or try to empathize with his pain, keeps pushing himself further and further down the hole until he pushes everyone away. Having lost a hand to a nasty accident involving a bone saw and a few too many of Bakhus’ spiked snacks, he also has a mechanical replacement.

A master of biomechanical engineering, he constantly creates half-troll, half-machine abominations to help him around the lab. Rotten servants just barely able to move their joints with hollow eyes and faces, mechanical hearts pumping blood and fuel throughout the system. Still, despite his best attempts at being as repugnant as possible, his friends still cling to him.

Except Gatolt. Gatolt has actively tried to kill him multiple times, being stopped only by Bakhus’ eternal kindness to the weirdo that occasionally gives her “aged” ingredients. Also, his human friends.

[Why does he have human friends? Idk, Pesterchum + machines or AU where humans and trolls live in the same world after a few Sburb/Sgrub/Swhatever versions playing out after homestuck and Lord English being gone.]

Bert Kairos (Albert Einstein and his whole relativity stuff + Kairos, a greek concept of time. = Mage of Time.)  - 

Looks: Very short and very curly hair. Dark skin, both legs missing, though one has a very unpolished, simplistic metal prosthetic to help him stand in one foot. Right arm missing too, half of a prosthetic attached to it,cut off at the elbow from an accident. Hasn’t bothered replacing it yet. Blouse with a robot symbol and shorts, chin stubble. Brown eyes.

Personality: A gentle soul who makes more time for everyone else than he ever did to himself. Spending literal days away from his parents’ home, staying in his makeshift workshop creating toys for the kids on his street and to help the people of his community. Lost both legs and an arm from accidents with heavy machinery and cars that he work repairing to make a living, usually for meager scraps out of the kindness of his own heart and the belief that it’s all part of a greater plan that he barely gets enough to survive, relying on crutches and Marciu’s prosthetics that often break because of even more accidents due to his very precarious working conditions.

He dreams of one day being able to inspire people, though. A big, endless machine of silly, simple delights. Not curing the world, not controlling the weather, a machine with the same utility as a painting. A machine that could cover the entire world in its width and length, proof that humanity can do anything if it just bands together. A wish that sometimes consumes his mind as he spends hours on end, instead of sleeping, building small moving pieces that will hopefully one day help fill this whole. This magnificent machine he will make to help mankind flourish through its artistic value, that they will sing his name in praise for generations, that mankind will be uplifted until we don’t need work, money, barriers, differences, just a homogenous mass streaking across the cosmos with machine brilliance. 

But, he has way too many people to take care of, so he never dabbles on it too much.

Andy Eissuh ( :) - Lord of Life) - 

Looks: Blonde hair tied in a manbun. Bushy stubble beard all over his face. Smuggest fucking grin you’ve ever seen. Blue eyes. Average height, an air of superiority that is as annoying as it is believable due to how he carries himself; like an untouchable douchebag. White tuxedo and business pants, y’know, like a doctor. Right? He’s even got the white cross! Yeah, sure, that sounds right. Like he cares about proper dress code for doctors.

Personality: A very, very, very bad doctor. A very bad doctor that has just enough good reputation and far too much money from their family to let their pretty much 100% patient loss rate slip without anyone being able to pry into it. Patient comes in, body bag goes out, and nothing ever leaves the hospital. The one time he actually saved someone was by accident, and it was a botched (and misdiagnosed by him) liver transplant where he accidentally removed the appendix instead of said liver, forgot to replace it, and the patient recovered in a short while with the help of the nurses from what he later learned was appendicitis.

Believing himself to be able to do no wrong, with a chirpy, colorful yet aggressively passive personality, he keeps his friend group around mostly to dispose of the bodies without many questions asked, and so he can feel better than the pathetic wretches he considers them. Completely blind to his irredeemably cruel medical malpractices, which he didn’t even study for, he simply bought his way into a degree because he “could feel it was my destiny.” Soft, sweet, and completely unhinged. Finding great joy preying upon the insecurities and naivete of his peers, which he feels is a breeding ground to use and abuse them for his own needs. Shoulda been smarter if you didn’t wanna get taken advantage of, duh!

Cain Pyrite (Cain the first sinner + Fool’s Gold. = Rogue of Light. ) -

Looks: Hair slightly above his shoulders, dark and greasy. Sickly pale skin, beeg librarian glasses. A nice fuzzy coat, plus shirt, plus jeans. Eye symbol on his coat. Looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in weeks, which, yeah, is absolutely right. Gentle smile, though it occasionally cracks into a nervous attempt at hiding… something!

Personality: Dedicated to… no, OBSESSED with preserving occult and ancient knowledge. Scrolls from ancient alchemists, bones of kings, relics thought long since lost hidden on the back of his seemingly normal book shop. Spending most of his days with no clients, he occasionally gets someone who is aware of his darker inclinations. He is always happy to trade knowledge for knowledge and artifact for artifact.

Only, not always the originals. No. Never the originals. 

Always finding a way to spin a story and make sure that he can spot out any fakes, he builds his collection of convincing lies, and hidden truths. Friends with the others since grave-digging always inherits some fun and interesting things, and his appetite for the esoteric and forgotten is only comparable for his taste in interesting and unique foods.

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I'd like to know if you have any cooking skills headcanons!! Like, from who's able to make a absolute meal to who burns microwaved instant noodles.

I’ve done a few individual headcanons about cooking before, but I think it’s time for a refresher. You could call this... the main course.

Okay, enough of that bullshit. Here’s the hcs. Thanks for your ask, anon! ❤️❤️💞

Disclaimer: this shit is crack as fuck because I have very strong feelings about cooking lmfao. FOH don’t interact.

Tornado of Terror: She’d find a way to burn ice cream, honestly. She tries so hard (by god she tries) but her meals always come out as a convoluted mess with ingredients that have no reason being together. She eats her steaks well done and boils hamburgers. It’s a nightmare. She doesn’t really spend too much time in the kitchen, however, because she knows she sucks at cooking and because of this, makes 90% of her diet consist of takeout. But if she did spend more of her day cooking, she’d probably discover the recipe to meth accidentally. It’s that bad.

Silverfang: Stubborn old grandpa way of cooking. He’s got a handful of recipes that have been passed down for generations and he’s gonna carry those fuckers to his grave. When Garou was living at the dojo, the little bastard would try to make some changes to these recipes and Bang had to will every molecule in his arthritis-riddled body to not RKO this kid (not really, Bang wouldn’t hurt a fly). But I digress. He’s a decent cook, knows all the fundamentals and all of that shit.

Atomic Samurai: Can’t cook or bake for shit although he, of course, talks himself up like he can. The extent of his cooking knowledge is only within the realm of “shit you can roast over a campfire when your cheap ass can’t scrape together enough coin to pay the electricity bill”. But now that he’s got that S-Class paycheck and three other disciples to freeload off of, they pretty much cater to his every food-related need. He’s useless in the kitchen. Utterly fucking useless.

Child Emperor: Doesn’t know how to cook (little bastard ain’t even tall enough to reach the stove imo) but luckily he’s got that PHAT BRAIN so he can easily just build a Gordon Ramsey bot 3000 to replace his incompetence in the kitchen. His diet consists of Dino nuggets and microwaveable noodles so it’s not like he’s doing the world a great disservice by not learning how to cook properly.

Metal Knight: Same as Child Emperor except he’s a rich bastard and programs his bots to make that fancy shit with only the finest ingredients. He’s got enough cash from doing black market tech trades and building up his robo-army that this motherfucker could snort caviar for fun. He’s a real pompous asshole about it.

King: His mom taught him to cook a few things, nothing serious. He’s one of those dudes that doesn’t really know how to make much, but the few dishes that he does know how to cook are fucking BOMB. He’s got a cast iron skillet for making pancakes and everything, bitch is already halfway to being a chef himself. Other than that, however, he’s a ramen monster. His blood is practically pre-packaged bone broth.

Zombieman: I’ve said this in a previous hc but he’s a damn good cook. One problem though: he only knows how to make single servings of everything because he eats alone almost all the time. He specializes in meats. Bitch is a carnivore. He bought himself a set of those 500-dollar butcher knives so he can carve up cuts like a monster. He hemorrhages cash into fancy wood chips so he can get that smoky flavor juuuuust right. He’s got an Outdoor Chef setup on his patio. My mans is living the DREAM.

Drive Knight: He can eat but does he really need to? His cooking expertise is popping a new battery in. There you go.

Pig God: Oh my god if this man’s kitchen isn’t Michelin-Star quality. He eats a lot and he cooks a lot, it’s only natural. He’s got an indoor grill and pot chandelier and buys industrial-sized buckets of pickles and roast beef by the cow and— okay he just has a lot of food, alright? And he’s got that PHAT S-Class paycheck so my boy probably has a whole walk-in fridge just to put all the fucking food he eats. Bonus points if he hires a dishboy to work and a contractor to implement a three-sink dish station with “Clean-Rinse-Sanitize” stickers slapped on the steel, lol. But yeah, he cooks for 500 people at a time because he eats enough for 500 people at a time. Gotta maintain that figure, you know what I’m saying?

Superalloy Darkshine: He has. Oh my god— he has a full shelf dedicated to just. DOZENS OF JARS of whey protein. He has two blenders: one for fruit smoothies and one for protein shakes. His kitchen? Spotless. He knows how to cook and he eats like a bodybuilder (because he is one, duh) so he’s got that fridge STOCKED at all times. He cleans like he’s getting paid for it because nothing feels better than wiping down a gas stove until that bitch is spotless. However, his taste is garbage. He can throw down in the kitchen but does it taste good? No. Sometimes the ultra-healthy alternative to something isn’t always the greatest. He’s grown accustomed to putting zucchini in his cakes and almost damn well likes the texture of it, but don’t invite this guy to the potluck because he WILL show up with a vegetable nightmare that’s sure to make even vegans gag. Sorry bud, but nobody likes soy bacon.

Watchdog Man: furry ass.

Flashy Flash: I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but he’s pescatarian. He grew up on a coastal town before being sold of to the ninja village like a goddamned carpet and now fish is the only meat he eats. His cooking ability is about as good as one would expect from a homesless ninja. Like Atomic Samurai, he can throw it down over the campfire and still find a way to make a decent dish (in both presentation and taste) despite having limited knowledge and resources to work with. Bitch can whip up a five-star meal with some branches, a fish, and half a carrot like it was second nature. That’s about it though. He’s useless in an actual kitchen.

Genos: It’s canon. He’s a housewife. He only knows how to make the select few dishes that play an integral part in Saitama’s diet, though (because Genos can eat but he doesn’t really need to, so he only does it when he and Saitama are sharing a meal). Those dishes include things like: actual garbage. He cooks shit food. It’s not his fault. Saitama just eats like a fucking twat. There’s rats that live in the dumpster outside the restaurant I work in that have a better diet than him. Genos just works with what the poor bastard’s got and has gained a pretty mediocre grasp on cooking because of it. If he wanted to, though, he could easily be the best chef in all the land. Too bad he’s more focused on being an ultra-powerful speed demon.

Metal Bat: Tries his absolute best to cook healthy meals for him and Zenko when he almost always resorts to just popping a frozen pizza in the oven and calling it a day. I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but he eats his shit BURNT. Bitch like his steak well done, his yolks grey, and his chicken vaporized. The only exception to this is sushi because there really is no other way to enjoy it other than having it raw. Trust me, though. If there was a way to burn the fuck out of sashimi while still having it be sashimi, he’d find a way to do it and like it. But yeah, as I said: he sucks ass at cooking. He’s tried the tutorials, he’s bought the skillets, he’s sharpened the knives, but he just can’t fucking do it.

Tanktop Master: Same as Superalloy. They bond over gross-ass ultra-healthy recipes that only they enjoy. The Tanktop Gang loves him but they always kindly refuse to eat over at his house because they know he’s gonna try to make them ingest a broccoli loaf or some shit. He’s not too strict about his diet, though. He’ll chill out and have a pizza every once and a while, but only when he’s hanging out with the homies.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: He has a job in prison where he helps out in the kitchen for seventy-five cents an hour, but that’s about the extent of it. He’s got the bare basics down and could put together a decent meal for date night if he really tried (and had a damn kitchen to work with). On top of that, he can throw down some tasty prison food recipes, hand-crafted from the brick box itself. Ramen pad Thai, anyone?

Amai Mask: he’s rich as fuck, why does he need to cook? Bitch hired a chef and now all he does it drink skim milk and eat food from the top shelf. He couldn’t fry an egg if his life depended on it. Poor bastard doesn’t even know what a whisk is. And don’t even get me started on how much of a slob he is. The ten-minute process of making a single plate of spaghetti will have his kitchen in such a disgusting state that it’ll take him and a trusty Mister Clean Magic Eraser five hours just to clean it up. That is, if he even has the basic human decency to pick up after himself. He’ll probably just hire someone to do for him and then tip them a crisp 100-dollar bill for their troubles, only to make an even worse mess tomorrow.

Iaian: I’ve said this before in a previous hc, but yes: he can cook. It’s nothing special. He’s got a suburban dad sense of cooking where he, like King, can only make a select few dishes but makes those dishes taste magical. He’s got 0 utensils and shit kitchen to work with (because Kami’s place is probably like, centuries old on account of him still being a Samurai), but boy can Iaian whip up a feast like no other despite all that. It’s all protein-packed flavor bombs that look simple in comparison to, say, Zombieman or Metal Knight’s food, but it still tastes good all the same. Kama eats off of his plate all the time and it used to annoy him but they’ve grown so close that they might as well share forks at this point.

Okamaitachi: Can’t really cook, but they are a baking god. I don’t know much about baking but I know they’ve got a cupboard dedicated to their plethora of sourdough starters. They buy yeast by the pound and make enough bread to feed entire armies some days. Whatever the gang doesn’t eat, they donate it to the local homeless shelter and make it a habit to go out of their way performing good deeds that don’t always involve sword fighting (something Kami insists he instilled into them via his teachings— which is bullshit. Kama is just naturally good-hearted and sweet).

Bushidrill: Can’t cook or bake for shit but like Atomic Samurai and Flash, can throw it down on the campfire. Don’t let this man near any turkeys or pigs because he will spitroast the fuck out of them.

Fubuki: Okay, not only is she a great cook but she’s as dogmatic as a coked-out head chef. She and the Blizzard Group sometimes cook together in her massive kitchen (she poured all of her measly paycheck into it because by god, if her apartment doesn’t have a kitchen fit for a chef then it’s not worth living in), and she’ll be barking orders like a damn crow. She’s got the two-grand knife set, cast-iron everything, bronze accents on the sink, and the ability to deglaze a pan without starting a fire. She’s a natural. If she cooks for you, then that’s how you know she likes you. All in all, her food tastes and looks great. She’s a bit low on funds on account of being only Class-B, so she sometimes takes little shortcuts when plating her dishes, like using celery leaves in place of parsley and all that jazz.

Saitama: I’ve already said that his diet is absolute shit and part of that is due to being poor, but I will show mercy and say that he’s a decent cook. He only makes what he knows he’s gonna like and doesn’t leave any room for experimentation unless his budget allows it (which isn’t often). His kitchen only has the bare essentials. Genos has offered to buy him more equipment and even renovate the damn thing for him but Saitama refuses each time because then he’d have a bigass kitchen just for making a poor man’s omurice, and that would be a waste. His talent, though? Making a perfect omelet. He can fold the egg like a sheet with no tears and no brown spots. It tastes heavenly.

Mumen Rider: Ultra-safe in the kitchen. He doesn’t even own a knife sharpener because he’s clumsy enough to know he’ll cut himself the moment he even tries to use it. His pot handles all have coverings and he’s watched all of the food safety and fire safety videos out there. He could give a goddamned seminar on it. Food-wise, he’s a decent home cook. Nothing special. He does, however, share Superalloy and Tanktop’s nasty habit of over healthy-ing everything to oblivion and making it a tasteless, vegetative mess. It doesn’t matter if you invite him to the potluck or not because he’ll bring a cauliflower pizza anyway and y’all better fucking enjoy it or he’ll start crying.

Sonic: The same as Flashy Flash, minus the pescatarianism. He’d butcher a pig without blinking an eye, and often uses his katana in cooking (even though it poses like, 87 different safety hazards and is most definitely health violation). He can forage quite well and has taken a liking to wild mushrooms and berries over the years. It’s gotten so natural to him that he now knows by heart the specific time of year in which the wild berries are ripest, and which species of salmon inhabit certain streams on any given day.

Garou: Would burn water. End of story. His cooking is so bad and dangerous that everyone thinks he’s an arsonist when he really just starts fires on accident. Don’t let this fucker near a stove, for the love of god.

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THE TOP 7 BENEFITS WHY EVERY GRILL MASTER USE CHARCOAL GRILL FOR GRILLING THE FOOD

1. Taste

Most of the American makes the food with charcoal grills to get the best taste from the food. Though there are some benefits of using gas grills and electric grills, you will not get the exact taste by other types of grills. Cooking food on the charcoal grills will give you a smokey and tender taste of your food.

2. More Control

You can control the temperature of the grill with a high-quality thermometer. You can also check the temperature of the meat and other food with this thermometer. Some people think it negatively the use of thermometer but you should know that a good chef wants to control the temperature to get the best taste.

3. Low value

The cost of the charcoal grill is 2 to 3 times cost-efficient than the gas grill. You should not worry about the durability. A charcoal grill, the same value of the gas grill, lasts the same time.

4. Easily Portable

The sleek and ergonomic design of the charcoal grills makes the grills very lightweight. So, you can carry it anywhere with less effort. You don't need to carry a huge tank like the gas grills.

5. No hassle of carrying more thing

Assume you are going on a long tour of different places. You will not get the electricity in all places. If you carry the gas grill in the time of traveling, you will not get the refilling station in the distant places. So, it is more convenient to use charcoal grills at the time of traveling for a long time.

6. Provide more heat

You will get more heat by the charcoal grills than other types of grills. But you should know how to create strong heat in the charcoal grills.

7. Easy to repair

It is easy to repair the charcoal grills. Just replace the parts of the charcoal with a new one. If you want to repair the gas grills or the electric grills, you need to hire the professionals to repair the grills.

Final words

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dreamy vacation

Summary: This is prompt 4 “When we laugh into the microphone and sing with our sunglasses on, to our favorite song” (Nothings gonna hurt you baby by Cigarettes After Sex) 

Words: 2400

Warnings: none

You finally managed to get vacation for more than a week and at the same time as your boyfriend. You had been dating for years now and that was the first time that it happened. You were so happy that it was hard for you to contain your joy even during inconvenient moment such as professional meetings. Theseus was really better at hiding his excitement but as soon as he got home he would checked at the luggage, read books about what you could do, counted down to you the days before your departure. When the D day came Theseus woke you up with a huge grin like a little kid and you reflected his expression. You insisted to take a breakfast, Theseus argued that it was a loss of time and you shook gently your head in a no, insisting that it was important and you had plenty of time now. Plus your portkey was ready at eleven and not before. He accepted the plate of eggs and hash browns and ate quickly which made you chuckled. After a last check at everything you left your house with a smile plastered on your face. you couldn’t help but walk quickly to the portkey even if your baggage were heavy.

As you arrived at the hotel you admired your surroundings. The sun was warmer than in London however it wasn’t too hot either. A perfect weather for a perfect place for perfect vacations.  You checked the time and decided to grab a lunch. The groom advised you to go to a local restaurant to enjoy a real Casado. You noted the address and tried to not get lost around San Jose. After the delicious meal Theseus asked you what you wanted to visit first and you thought. You were hesitating between the visit of the Mercado Central to taste a real coffee, the Museo nacional de Costa Rica or the national theater to see a play. After some moment of indecision you decided to visit the Mercado Central and go to the museum the following day and watch a play on the evening. Theseus agreed with your plan and the two days in the capital were really interesting and instructive.

After those two days Theseus apparated you both to a small cottage in the village next to the natural park of Manuel Antonio. It was said that it was the smallest but best park to explore the locale fauna. Theseus was really fond of magical creatures however he was still astonished by the diversity of normal animals. And you, since your childhood, loved animals so much, you were a huge fan of Newt’s work and had worked under his supervision when you were younger, that is how you had met Theseus. Since when you arrived you were a bit tired you decided to take a day of at the Playa Espadilla Sur. From where you were laying on the sand you notice the savage path that led to the tropical forest. You had taken a book with you and you were focused on the action when you felt warm hand on you back massaging you. you let out a hum of satisfaction and heard Theseus chuckled. “I bet you forgot to put some sunscreen on” your giggle was the only answer he needed since he continued to massage you. he took your book away and you frowned however it was soon replaced by a smile when he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your shoulders and finally your lips. As he deepened the kiss you noticed that he had let your book and you discreetly grabbed it with one hand while the other was playing with his curls. You then broke the embrace and managed to find your page. Theseus stared at you with a playful smile “Is a book more interesting than your marvelous boyfriend?” You laughed before replied “I was about to discover if Leon would become the second lover of Emma, that a crucial moment! And by the way I would say that you are marvelous. Average in the best case.” Theseus fake-pouted but he stopped as soon as you brushed some curls away from his forehead, he couldn’t resist when you were doing that.

You woke up really early to avoid the other tourists and truly enjoyed the calm nature in the park. You groaned a bit complaining that it was too much to have to wake at that time during holydays. Theseus told you to say a bit more in bed and he would cook the breakfast. A part of you wanted to stand up and avoid the upcoming catastrophe of Theseus trying to cook something else than pasta and rice. Since the last evening he was determined to master the cooking of grilled plantain bananas and you anticipated the result. However you were too tired to prevent that mess and you let him try the recipe as you fall back to sleep. The second time you woke up an agreeable smell was shrouding the house and you walked to the kitchen to find a plate full of plantain bananas, patacones (fried plantain bananas) and a warm cup of coffee. You looked at him weirdly and he sent you a proud smile saying “you see I know how to cook, stop underestimated me”.  you sat and he pushed the plate before you. you carefully took a bit of the bananas and it actually tasted very good. “did you really cook that alone?” “Duh, who do you think I am?” “The guy who almost put the house on fire while trying to do a sunny side up eggs.” He rolled his eyes but didn’t add a word. As you helped him to clean the kitchen you opened the fridge and found a box full of patacones and grilled bananas with a note in Spanish. It was signed by the chef of the restaurant you went the previous day and explained how to reheat the food. You busted into a roar of laughter when you saw Theseus guilty face as he noticed you read the paper. “Nice try, next time hide the evidence, would be useful to not get caught, didn’t you learn that in your auror training?” he kissed you to shut you up and when he broke the embrace he said “high time to leave to visit the park, get ready!” You quickly did as he asked you and you walked excitedly to the forest. Everything was beautiful, so pure like primal state of the nature, like nothing had changed since the creation of the earth. You were in an awe, you heard Theseus joked “it seems that this place is full of you” as he showed you some sloths. You stuck your tongue out and prepared to reply something but then you noticed some armadillo. You were lost in your contemplation. After a while like that, the auror grabbed your hand and you continued to walk. There were colorful parrots, howler monkeys, iguanas, pelicans… it was like the Garden of Eden. A living dream.

After few reposing days you decided to go to the Turrialba volcano considering that all the locals told you that the view was absolutely magnificent. You spent few hours at the national park next to the volcano. You were wearing warm clothes to prevent you from the coldness at the peak of the volcano. The walk to the peak of it was supposed to last four hours, you had decided to leave at ten am, do a break for a nice pick nick and then walk two hours again to be on the top around two pm. The first two hours went well and the lunch was rather good. You enjoyed the fresh air and walking hands in hands with Theseus, it was a perfect moment. However after the lunch as you were happily walking, you tripped on the floor and let out a scream of pain. Your boyfriend rushed to you and asked you if you were okay. You nodded but winced when you stood up, you realized that you would certainly have a bruise. Theseus didn’t seem to be fully convinced by your words when you said you were okay. As you continued to walk he regularly stopped to check if you were really okay. It was a bit annoying but you found it cute, he really cared about you and that made your heart melted. Ten minutes before arriving to the top you had an idea. You looked at your boyfriend with puppy eyes and asked with a voice you knew he couldn’t resist to “I am a bit tired of walking, can I have a piggy back?” he remained silent pretending that he was thinking but judging the look on his face you were sure that he already had made his decision. He nodded and let you install yourself conformably. He carried you to the top and he giggled a bit when he felt your fingers played with the back of his hair, or the kisses you left on his neck. As you arrived at the top he let you down and you enjoyed the view, it was truly wonderful, you never imagined that a country could have such beautiful landscape, it was so different from England, more preserved, no one touched it for the moment, you wished it would stay like that forever. You couldn’t help but exclaimed “That the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen!!” “oh really I thought that the most beautiful view you’ve ever seen was me leaving the shower with only a towel wrapped around me.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him and punched his arm. He rose an eyebrow at you and a smirk grew on his lips. That was a bad sign and you wondered what he was going to do. He didn’t let you a lot of time to think as he tickled you. you begged him to stop but he acted like he was hearing you. “Please… Theseus, have mercy!” you shrieked between two laughter. “Maybe I will have some but you have to prove me that you deserve my mercy” you refrained a snarky comment and instead went for a “But babe you know I was joking, you are obviously the most beautiful view of this world, nothing can compare your beauty, not even that landscape or the seven wonders.” He eventually stopped and replied “You see when you want, you can say the truth even if you certainly did too much with the seven wonders.” After that you both stayed silent for while just enjoying the moment before finally heading back to your hotel.

You spent the last few days in a cute cottage on the beach of Penca. The sand was white, there were coconut trees, the sea was azure, it was like a painting. There were many people either and you felt a bit like two explorers discovering a retired island. Since there were few surfers and you told how this sport was sexy to your opinion Theseus decided to impress you and took some classes with the surfers already there. it was truly funny to see him trying to keep his balance on the board and miserably failed each time. you had rarely laughed some much during an afternoon. As he realized that he was not impressing you and rather ridiculous he thanked the guys and jogged towards you with an upset face. he didn’t have the habit to fail, he was one of the most brilliant wizard of his generation and he couldn’t admit that a simple board on waves was resisting to him. he grumped and complained all the rest of the evening saying that it was a stupid sport, not interesting…  After a while he stopped his rambling and insisted to go for a swim with you. the water was crystal clear and as you were swimming you could see the sand, your feet… you were lost in your contemplation when you felt a splash of water on your skin. You faced Theseus and he splashed you even more. You replied to his war declaration and splashed him even more. From afar you certainly looked like two children or young people living their teenage dream and honestly that is how you felt. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you in the water. As you were falling in the water you managed to grip him by the arms and he fell too. As you emerged from the water you ran to the beach and he followed you running too. He was faster than you and joined you rapidly. He wrapped his arms around your waist spun your around to hug you.

The rest of your holidays flew away quickly and as you were back in London you cherished those moments of your life. The years went on and your boyfriend became your husband and then the father of your children. You grew old together and never stopped loving each other. You were both with your grandchildren talking about your best memories and naturally you both recounted those vacations and when they asked you your best memory of that day you began to tell the story of how you learn to snorkel and the beautiful water creatures you had swum with. Theseus hesitated a while, he said that he couldn’t only pick one memory but after some insistence he said “ Y/N do you remember our last night in that beach bar when we laugh into the microphone and sing with our sunglasses on, to our favorite song? I am sure that the moment I realized I could never live without you and I needed you forever in my life, that the moment I decided that I had to marry you and never let you go. I think it is one of my favorite moment of my life and I am happy to have live it with you, I am happy that I had a life full of happy moments with you. I loved you, I love you and I will never stop loving you.” “I love you too Theseus”. You kissed him and he kissed you back and you stop giggling when you heard your grandchildren screamed “gross!”

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The next stop of our road trip through British Columbia was up into the mountains: Whistler.

The drive from and to Vancouver is absolutely stunning. The Sea to Sky Highway is aptly named as the first part to Squamish is right along the coast of the Howe Sound with panoramic views of the various islands with rugged mountain ranges as a backdrop and then steadily climbing through the mountains, provincial parks, along meandering rivers and vast lakes. There are not too many viewpoints on the northbound part, so I also included some pictures of stops near Cheakamus and Lions Bay that we took when heading back.

With the car full of all of our luggage, we didn’t feel all that comfortable to go hiking near Shannon Falls or to take the Sea to Sky Gondola and taking in the 360-degree vistas at 885m / 2900ft over the Stawamus Chief Provincial Park. The Sea To Sky Gondola was sabotaged just a couple of weeks later as its cables were cut in the middle of the night, causing the gondolas to crash to the ground. It is expected to reopen in Spring 2020.

Therefore, we initially decided to a quick stop in Squamish and have a stroll over the Farmers Market. As the market was super crowded that day, it almost was impossible to get a nearby parking spot. Therefore we opted to have a late lunch at Howe Sound Brewing (37801 Cleveland Ave).

I had the Brewpub burger which besides the regular toppings had caramelized onions and smoked cheddar on it, and the kids had the Garibaldi Burger with bacon and Swiss cheese. Chantal had the massive tuna poke bowl filled with quinoa, greens, carrots, cucumber, macadamia nuts & chips. Of course, we also took some samples of their beers. The Sky Pilot Northwest Pale Ale and the Hazy Daze Northeast IPA were our favorites but were also blown away by the intense flavors of their fruit-infused beers, like their You’re My Boy Blue Blueberry Wheat Ale and Super Jupiter Mango ISA. A characteristic we found out that many BC brewers have mastered.

To us, Whistler and neighboring Blackcomb are renowned ski resorts, but we were not entirely sure what to expect during summer. It proved to be as vibrant as it must be in winter, but skiers and snowboarders in the gondolas having been replaced by mountain bikers and hikers.

That evening, after walking through the village center, we had dinner at Il Caminetto (4242 Village Stroll). It is an upscale Italian restaurant headed by James Walt, one of Canada’s leading chefs and a “farm-to-table” pioneer who was inducted into the British Columbia Restaurant Hall of Fame in 2011. The Toptable group, of which Il Caminetto is part, has 5 restaurants and patisseries in Vancouver and is well represented in Whistler as well, with Walt also overseeing the kitchens of Araxi, The Cellar by Araxi, and Bar Oso.

Having been the Executive Chef to the Canadian Embassy in Rome, it should not come as a surprise that the pasta and the risotto we had were absolutely stellar, as were their signature cocktails. Clockwise:

Barrel-aged Red Hook  (Rittenhouse straight Rye, Punt e Mes, Maraschino liqueur, aged for 1 month in oak)

Il Caminetto G&T (their house-produced gin with Fevertree Tonic, seasonal botanicals, and garnishes)

Local beet Tortolloni, Taleggio & Goat Cheese filled roasted beets and toasted walnuts

Wild mushroom Risotto, Acquerello rice with white wine, Parmigiano Reggiano and truffle essence

Fusili al Pomodoro, fresh Tomatoes, olive oil, and basil

Some sweet nibbles that came with the bill.

The next day we did some more exploring of the village after having brunch at Crêpe Montagne (4368 Main St #116). This is an ideal breakfast and brunch place (although open through dinner) with proper savory and sweet French buckwheat style crêpes. Salads and more standard breakfast options like bennies, omelets, french toast, and American pancakes are available. We had the Montagne (2 eggs, Canadian Bacon, Cheese) and the Nordique (1 egg, cheese, tomatoes and a side of spinach) and kids went for the sweet Strawberry and Nutella crêpes. Freshly pressed apple juice with ginger: the best way to kickstart your day.

Late afternoon workout at Forged Axe Throwing (1208 Alpha Lake Rd Unit 1). After receiving our instructions, we started throwing ourselves. First with both hands, then with one hand, some competitions (the kids beat “Team Old” big time…), finishing with trick shots with the hand axe and having a final go with a much larger lumber axe. It took some time to get the hang of it, but it was an entertaining 1-hour family event. You will remember it for the next couple of days as you are using some different muscles than you usually do. Afterward, we had some Mexican-style snacks and refreshing beers at Whistler Brewing Company (1045 Millar Creek Rd) pretty much across the road from Forged.

The reason for the late afternoon snacking was that we had booked a 2½ hour bear tour with Whistler Photo Safari and would be picked up from our hotel at 5.30pm. In the winter the Whistler Olympic Park offers over 180km of cross country skiing tracks, but in the summer about 80 black bears count the park as part of their territory.  We had booked the evening session (sunrise and 2 daytime tours are also available) as a private tour in a Jeep 4×4. With regular price CAD 149 per person (CAD 99 for 12 and under), the CAD 596 for the private tour was only slightly more expensive for us. However, as they are the only company that has Whistler Olympic park after hours and off-season access, it was well worth it as we had the Jeep to ourselves and 2 other WPS vehicles in the Park. 

After the first stop at nearby Alexander Falls, we entered the park and started to search for bears but first spotted a deer. Kyle Smith proved to be an excellent guide that evening. As a lead guide with the Commercial Bear Viewing Association, he is basically following the bears throughout British Columbia, Yukon, and Alaska with the seasons. Kyle is also a professional photographer specializing in wildlife photography and action sports (check his site and Instagram here). We apologized for that fact that we only had our iPhones with us as camera 😉

In his bio on the WPS site, it is mentioned that Kyle is a very passionate naturalist and forager who loves to share his knowledge on wild edibles. This proved to be spot on as we got amazing insights regarding bears as well as the (alarming) impact of climate change on the whole ecosystem in this area and besides the bears, we also did some wild mushroom spotting.

In recent years, salmons have not been coming so far upstream to spawn (smaller population, drought) so these “Olympic” black bears have turned about 95% vegetarian, which also shows that they are relatively small. In the evenings, the bears start foraging for their meals and we mainly found them grazing clover fields around the Olympic venues, like the biathlon shooting range and at the landing area of the ski jump. Pretty surreal. 

We also spotted a mother bear and her cub scurrying over a pile of mulch, descending from the tree line and then crossing the road just in front of us. I would never have thought to be able to observe 6 different bears in the wild from such a short distance. The “Nice!” comment at the end of the clip was therefore rather understated!

Our last full day in Whistler was spent outdoors with the Peak 2 Peak 360 degree Experience.

First up we took the Whistler Village Gondola up to the Roundhouse Lodge followed by a 10-minute walk down the mountain (in the winter likely less than a minute on skis). There the Peak Express Chairlift brought us to the Top of the World, being the Whistler Mountain Peak at 2182m / 7160ft. After crossing the exhilarating Cloudraker Skybridge, a 130-meter suspension bridge that spans from Whistler Peak to the West Ridge over Whistler Bowl where you will find the Raven’s Eye Cliff Walk, a cantilever platform with 360-degree views from Whistler Peak.

After taking in the amazing views, you can take the chair lift back down after which you will inevitably have to walk back up to the Roundhouse Lodge. Doable, but with the thin air a bit more strenuous than we expected.

Therefore, we took the time to catch our breath on the Peak 2 Peak gondola that connects with Blackcomb Mountain’s Rendezvous Lodge. It was the first lift to join the two side-by-side mountains and held the world record for the longest free span between ropeway towers with a whopping 3 kilometers / 1.9 miles. A glass-bottomed gondola to experience on the fact that you are dangling up to 436m / 1430ft above the valley for 11 minutes? No thanks, that’s not for us!

After going back down to Upper Village, we had lunch and some beers at Merlins Bar & Grill, which is located at the gondola (4553 Blackcomb Way). As we missed out on them when we were in Vancouver, we chose the Stanley Park Brewing‘s Daytrip West Coast Lager and Windstorm Pale Ale and they did not disappoint.

Besides Caesar’s salad, we ordered Merlin’s Burgers (Aged white cheddar, crispy cured bacon & jalapeño aioli sauce) and the Vladimir Poutine with a pork barbacoa topping couldn’t even be finished despite joint efforts. 

We walked off the late lunch with a visit to the very impressive Squamish Lil’wat Cultural Centre (4584 Blackcomb Way) that was built in Whistler as it historically was considered a joint city of the Squamish (Sk̲wx̲wú7mesh Úxumixw) and Lil’wat (L̓il̓wat7úl) First Nations. The center gives tremendous insights into their respective art, history, and culture. The building has great acoustics too as you will experience during the traditional welcoming song that comes with the guided tours.

Both nations have separate languages, but they share many common words as a result of the extensive trading between the Nations throughout the centuries. Both cultures were grounded in an oral tradition and the Squamish and Lil’wat created written languages in the 1970s to help prevent their languages from becoming extinct. As you may have seen, both languages share a “7” in their language. It acts as a glottal stop and therefore are indicators to pause in pronouncing the word.

  We concluded our stay in Whistler with Vallea Lumina, an immersive multimedia night forest walk, a 10-minute drive from Whistler with the complementary (and mandatory) shuttle busses.

The Lumina concept is a showcase creation of Moment Factory, an award-winning Canadian multimedia studio that does public space multimedia installations and light shows, marketing events and content, but also live stage design for artists such as Ed Sheeran, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Arcade Fire, Nine Inch Nails, and Madonna. I have seen a couple of their creations at different Muse concerts, so I know this would be pretty awesome. Here is a link to their demo reel, to get a sense of what they are capable of (that light show in the Cathedral is jawdropping!)

There are now 10 different themes Lumina Sites in the world, of which 6 in Canada, 3 in Japan and 1 in Singapore. The Vallea Lumina storyline is that in the shadow of Whistler mountains, legends say there’s a hidden valley where stardust falls from the sky, filling all living things with its pure light. You, as a deputy ranger, are tasked to search 2 missing hikers and get sucked into the wondrous adventure through the enchanted forest which takes you over 1.5 km / 1 mile of well-kept trails and stairs.

There are 15-minute time-slots when booking, but that is mainly meant to space out the different groups. As the various segments are on a loop, you can just take your time and fully immerse yourself in the experience. It took us just over an hour to finish and it is truly unforgettable, for kids and adults alike!

Around the World – British Columbia road trip​ (2019) – Whistler The next stop of our road trip through British Columbia was up into the mountains: Whistler.

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Annual, Part 5

This is a huge male stuffing/weight gain commission for Doom7951 from over on DA. Dorian makes the leap to being a big soft fat! And what a leap it is~ 

Back in the house, Dorian was led to the dining room by the most deliciously savory scents he’d ever smelled in his life. 

“Have a seat, darling! I’m just applying the finishing touch.” Delta called out, his back to his guest. Dorian approached with eager curiosity, wondering just what was in store for him now. “Voila!” Delta spoke loudly, throwing his arms up. “A specialty dish, made fresh for you.” Delta slid the plate closer to the seated boy. There atop the polished dish was a bulging, steaming steak, with a delicate red cherry sauce wrapped around it in a heart shape. “It was gathered just this morning. Please, enjoy.” Dorian wasted no time in separating a tender chunk with his fork. He brought it to his lips and chewed it down; it somehow raised the bar even higher for the meals to come. Juices spilled down his throat. Spices lapped across his tongue. Before he could even swallow it down, he was ravenously cutting off another chunk. “You’re so cute when you’re hungry.” The chef smiled, ruffling his short brown hair. Dorian’s cheeks blushed, but he didn’t slow his eating. Chunk by chunk, he devoured the meaty meal, leaving behind just a skewed cherry sauce circle. “I’ll say that was a success, wouldn’t you?” Delta asked, slithering over to him. “Definitely.” Dorian replied, a content smile on his lips. He was almost proud that he hadn’t drifted off that time, like his willpower had grown. “Wonderful! I’m afraid that’s all that was prepared for now, though feel free to snack any time before dinner. Oh, but save room, of course; tonight is a very special night, a night of feasts.” Dorian’s belly gurgled in anticipation, but felt a tinge of foreboding in the devilish grin Delta wore. But no, wasn’t that how he always looked?… It’s just the candlelight, shush, Dorian. Dorian slid out of the chair, thanked Delta for another meal, and wandered back towards the door. With a stack of books at his side, Dorian sipped a bubbly rootbeer float. Propped up on his stomach was a paperback from the city; a sci-fi tale about two explorers on a foreign world, fattened to extremes by aliens with strange desires. He couldn’t help but look down at himself at every line about pendulous bellies, flabby limbs, and triple chins; midway through, he closed it, and switched back to the astronomy guide he’d found nestled amongst the fiction novels. Descriptors of the possibilities of obese alien lifeforms on low-gravity planets didn’t quite help either, and he decided to just watch TV instead. A few minutes into an action-packed film he’d never seen, Dorian got up and wandered the house. He poked around numerous linen closets, discovered troves of extra silverware, ventured into guest bedrooms and up into sectioned attics of cooking trophies, old furniture, and sports equipment that didn’t seem like they’d seen too much use. He’d nearly made up his mind to return to the lounge and attempt to teach himself piano when he found a little ornate box less dusty than the rest sitting inside of a half-opened wardrobe in the attic situated somewhere close to his own room. A feeling of imaginative curiosity washed over him. ‘What lays within the box,’ he internally narrated, drawing closer. ‘Treasure? Deadly secrets? Cursed artifacts?’ He carefully pushed it open to find a number of small, silver keys jumbled up within. “Spare keys.” he muttered, but pulled a few out anyway. Upon closer inspection, he found that every key had the same pattern: serpent-like patterns raced up and down the surfaces like a tangle of sleeping adders, ending in three fairly simple, grooved notches. Suddenly, his mind bounced to the locked doors around the house. Could these be copies of the master key for them all?… “Dorian darling, dinner is nearly ready!” Delta called out, the intercom vibrating beneath his feet. Dorian shut the box and rushed back to the door. Only when he’d made it to the main hall did he realize he still grasped one of the silver keys and quickly stuffed it in his back pocket. He pulled open the door to find Delta standing there, arm outstretched for the knob. “Oh, there you are! I was just about to come find you. Come come, the feast is prepared!” When he said feast, he wasn’t kidding. He felt like he was back on day one, with dozens of plates prepared before him, but each one of the current plates were full sized meals in their own right. Glazed hams, turkey, veal, soups, fresh-baked bread, chunks of fruit, puddings, pies, the list went on. “T-That’s… a lot…” Dorian muttered, eyebrows arched in awe. “I always prepare feasts for the birthdays of friends, and I’ve never missed the opportunity to celebrate the Day of Caring,” he smiled, hands on his hips in a triumphant pose. “So this time, I made two feasts!” “It looks amazing, I just don’t think-” “Don’t worry about finishing, just worry about enjoying!” Delta spoke happily, sitting him down in front of the vast spread. Delta poured him a glass of apple cider with a familiar suspension of flowers and stood back out of the way. “Dig in, at your leisure!” The decision on what to try first was much too difficult a decision to make. After a few moments of idle looking, Dorian grabbed the first dish he could see and pulled it towards himself: a grilled salmon dish. Light, but no less delicious. With the first nibble, the meal began. The first six dishes went down with relative ease, though midway through bulging mouthfuls of blueberry pie, he began to slow. Thankfully, the cider seemed to relieve his aches each time he felt fit to burst, but the effects seemed to get less and less intense as he went on. Ten dishes in, he felt like a balloon. At fourteen, a bomb. His pants drew tight against his expanding waistline and his shirt slowly rode up over his swollen belly like a maternity top, pale belly bulging out to his thighs, bellybutton marked with an angry red stretch line. Seams struggled, buttons ripped. He panted and gulped down a powered cherry tart, belly groaning like an overfilled wine cask. He tried his best to at least finish off the glass of cider, belly pulsing out centimeter by centimeter with every guzzle, only narrowly finding the room for it. At last, his steam ran out, and he huffed against the chair. “A valiant effort!” Delta applauded, sitting up in his chair. His own meal, a meager slice of ham, was only half dissolved: he was too focused on the show beside him to finish it off. “Hrmph, huh…” Dorian grunted, incapacitated by his own sweat-moistened belly. “I’d certainly call this a win, and every winner gets a prize. That much you already know.” he smirked, coiling his body in a goopy slime pile as he lowered himself down to bring his body close to his stomach. Dorian flinched as Delta laid his hands on the overinflated sphere, for fear that even the smallest movements would make him go off. Instead, the soft touches, relieved the discomfort more than the mysterious flowers ever could, his yielding fingertips and jelly palms somehow finding each exact point of extreme tension and quelling it with smooth massages. “Just relax, gentle Dorian. Rest yourself; you’ve braved a fierce feast, like the prince you are.” he cooed, rubbing softly. Dorian’s cheeks reddened like his belly. He wanted to speak, but his shy embarrassment held his tongue. Slowly, Delta moved upwards, hands still caressing his belly. “Forgive me if this seems forward, Dorian, but I must say it: you are one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever had the honor of cooking for.” Dorian merely blushed harder and stared into Delta’s large, blue eye-like orbs, thinking that they looked like two great chunks of polished lapis lazuli.   “May I give the prince his gift?” he asked softly, reaching up to brush his soft hand against his cheek. Dorian nodded softly, practically melting his glasses off his face with his intense blush. Delta moved forward and kissed the blushing boy gently. Dorian slowly shut his eyes and leaned into it, the flavor of the chef’s lips addictively delicious. Try as he might, he couldn’t quite make out the flavor on his tongue, though only knew it as familiar and wonderful. After a few moments, Delta slowly pulled away, leaving a thick residue on the lips of Dorian, who instinctively licked them clean. “Did you enjoy your prize?” he smiled, rubbing his sides softly. “Uhn, mm…” Dorian gently nodded. “Y-Yeah…” In the momentary quiet, his belly gurgled loudly. The urge to burp quickly welled up inside of him, but was rapidly replaced by a strange sensation all over. Before he could properly analyze the source, his shirt buttons burst off his chest, leaving his belly bare and his new softened chest barely covered. Beneath him, his pants split in no less than six places, and his underwear squeezed hard against his cheeks. Thankfully, the burst of growth was as small and momentary as it was momentous, leaving him in a state he could properly call… fat. “Goodness!” Delta covered his mouth with one slender hand. “What a strange occurrence, to burst all but out of your clothes at once… don’t fret, I keep a tailor on call.” he assured, uncoiling himself to a standing position. Dorian poked his soft side, head spinning. “I can likely get him here as early as tomorrow; until then, do you have any exercise clothes that might fit you?” “I… I think…” Dorian spoke. ‘Might.’ he thought. ‘Might fit me. And to think, today was going to be my exercise day…’ “Good. Well, I’ll clean up here while you go get cleaned up for the night. If you need anything,I’m only a ring away.” he assured, patting his shoulder. Dorian heaved himself up and out of the chair. For somebody who just destroyed a medium sized shirt, he was glad he could even still walk without a waddle… for now. ‘Pool tomorrow, definitely,’ he planned. ‘And a run. And maybe…’ he was too tired to finish planning. What he needed was a nice bath, and a good night’s rest to clear his mind. Delta watched as he walked, wobbly, out the door, butt achieving a fresh bounce with each step. As he got to work dissolving the remaining food into himself, he looked out the window to the dusky red sunset and, privately, grinned.

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America's Got Talent: Live!

Jill and I are in Las Vegas for a "mini-moon" (we plan to do a real honeymoon in a few months). The big "event' of the trip was seeing the "America's Got Talent: Live!" show, featuring Season 13 winner Shin Lim as well as several of the more popular runners-up: Courtney Hadwin, Vicki Barbolak, Samuel Comroe, and Duo Transcend. You know what time it is? Review time! And if you stick it out to the end (or, you know, scroll down), you'll get a bonus review of the Hell's Kitchen restaurant at Caesar's. Shin Lim I had never watched AGT before, and the only reason I watched this season was because Shin Lim (whom I'd seen on Penn & Teller Fool Us -- watch these two sets!) was competing. I was rooted for him for the whole competition, and he won! This was very well deserved -- speaking as someone who enjoys magic acts but is by no means an aficionado, Shin Lim is a transcendent talent. The main takeaway from seeing him live is that he really needs his own theater. Close-up card magic is, by its nature, difficult to translate to a live performance in a big auditorium (especially when you're, like us, sitting in the very back row). The theater had big screens behind him, but the camera work was iffy and so it didn't really capture the magic beyond what you could get from watching him at home. Again: the moral of this story isn't that I was disappointed. He's still got a jaw-dropping act, and he has a truly fantastic stage presence. The moral is that Shin Lim is so amazing, and so much fun to watch, that he needs a team and resources dedicated to really making his work translate in front of a big live audience. I think he can do it, and I think he can be a legitimate draw once he gets it. Duo Transcend The best thing about this husband-wife trapeze act was that it was set to a rendition of Britney Spears' "Toxic" that sounds like it should be in a Batman movie. If that sounds like a backhanded compliment, it isn't -- it's a great remix that hits all my musical buttons. The act itself is good, albeit (haha) not transcendent. As a supporting act, it works really well, but I'm not sure I see a whole show around it. They attempt to stretch a bit with a routine on roller skates, which is well-executed but when you think about it is just a land version of pairs figure skating. The couple is extremely sensual, in a good way, and I think (again, I don't mean this as an insult!) it would actually fit in really well in Cirque du Soleil's "Zumanity." Also, the husband-half of the duo has a ridiculously -- I mean ridiculously -- muscular upper-body. He looks like a cartoon. I can't fathom it. Vicki Barbolak and Samuel Comroe Barbolak's comedic style isn't really mine, but that's okay. There's definitely an audience for what she does (the guy sitting next to me, who was rocking the thickest Missouri accent I've heard since my clerkship days, was definitely all-in for her), and that's what counts. I kind of find her a bit gimmicky. The "trailer nasty" catch-phrase is just that -- a catch-phrase -- and it's less an organic part of the routine than something shoved in for its own sake. Jill did observe, fairly, that Barbolak's brand of comedy almost certainly is raunchier than really permissible at a family show like AGT Live, so she was probably a bit hamstrung. Samuel Comroe was, from my measure, the performer who shined brightest beyond expectations. I liked him on the show, but his set was just really, really funny. He's confident and has a unique style, and the way he works in his Tourette's into the routine is clever without feeling like its a crutch. Obviously, as compared to Shin or Duo Transcend, he's benefited by the fact that he doesn't need any special space to perform in. Overall, I found the production values for the entire Vegas show to be "adequate", at best, but that's neither here nor there for a stand-up comic. Courtney Hadwin Watching Courtney Hadwin is like watch a high school baseball player who clearly has the goods, but also isn't quite there yet. There's no question she has some impressive pipes. And she has a style (Jill compared it to Janis Joplin) that -- if not entirely original, is at the very least due for a revival. The talent is indisputable. That said, there's still plenty of work to be done (and plenty of time to do it -- she's only 14! She relies a little too much on the "Yee-oww!" scream -- it's distinctive, yes, but it gets repetitive. The dancing is basic -- it looks like she's recently got a choreographer and has mastered a few moves which she returns to over and over (then again, maybe it's deliberate?). In short, she's an awkward teenager. And that's fine! She's super-charming (her "regular" demeanor is such a far cry from her singing persona that just listening to her describe her next song is an act in itself(she was also adorably weird trying to do the group bow -- you know, where the cast joins and hands and bows as one? She kept trying to grab Shin's elbow -- it doesn't work if you do that, Courtney!). And she literally signed off each set by saying -- very quickly -- "Thank you, bye!" and just running off. So there's a lot of room for growth, but a lot of potential grow. It'll be interesting to see what happens. Hell's Kitchen After AGT, we decamped for Caesar's to visit the new Hell's Kitchen restaurant (which happens to be the grand prize for this season of HK). I was actually happy that they didn't lean into the theme too much -- I was worried that there would be a whole scene of yelling at the chefs and vitriol and abuse which is fine on the show but actually doesn't make for a pleasant dining experience. But there was none of that: other than having a "red" and "blue" kitchen (which I'm 99% sure was only cosmetic anyway), the Hell's Kitchen aspect of the show was basically one of aesthetics. And aesthetically, the restaurant looked very nice. In terms of food, the menu is similar-ish to the upscale GR Steak at the Paris, albeit cheaper. I ordered a caesar sald, a filet, and Jill and I shared a potato puree as a side and a sticky toffee pudding for dessert -- basically would I would have gotten at GR Steak. The caesar was fantastic -- arguably better than the one at HK's more prestigious cousin. The steak was cooked perfectly (I've never had a less-than-perfectly cooked steak at a Gordon Ramsey restaurant), but the grilled preparation wasn't my favorite -- I tend to think grill marks on a filet don't go well with the delicate flavor of the meat. The potatoes were good, though nothing to write home about. The sticky toffee pudding was, as always, outstanding (they did substitute a different ice cream for the brown butter, and that felt like a downward move). Overall, it was a good experience, but I don't think it will replace GR Steak in our rotation. That said, it is noticeably cheaper, and as a non-bank-breaking substitute it certainly works well. via The Debate Link https://ift.tt/2QjJXvP

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