#Mexican Macaroni

[foodwithrecipes]

Coconut Paneer Parathas. Coconut Paneer Parathas are a delightful fusion of flavors and textures. This vegetarian dish combines the creaminess of paneer (Indian cottage cheese). Read full recipe https://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com/2023/09/389-healthy-food-recipe-coconut-paneer.html… http://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com

[ribchillz]

Sooo glad to know I'm not the only Ribchillz p3 appreciater. I've been drooling over him since I first saw him, I got me the biggest crush on that fella. He looks like the embodiment of 2010s douchebag and I love that. I just know he would listen to Pigskin by Hollywood Undead.

BRO HE WOULD THIS SUCKS [he would think it’s the shit] but yeah i like this guy and I will give him his flowers where they are due. i rlly like his design and I like his voice, corey cruise just has such a nice voice and the way he carries himself rlly makes dude sound like a douchebag… it’s like a doble-edge sword with him cuz of some things in he says. i was listening to his voice lines the other day and I would be like “wow this guy is kinda awesome” then immediately go to “i want to kick him so bad shut up!!!!” But over all I think he’s great and I’m glad ppl enjoy how I draw him. yay<3

[roseverdict]

don't cry. pour a small-seeming serving of any pasta noodle you'd like in a deep microwave-safe bowl, just barely cover the noodles with water, microwave for roughly 2 minutes 30 seconds, stir, microwave for 2 more minutes, carefully drain the pasta water from the pasta, liberally mix shredded non-mozzarella cheese into the hot noodles, and pour small amounts of milk in (maaaybe a school milk carton's worth or two at most) to taste and to make it creamier, okay?

[vegan-nom-noms]

One Pot Vegan Chili Mac And Cheese

[curiousruby]

Recipe for One - Two - Three - Mexican Macaroni Salad Ole! Make it mild or make it zesty, you can have it your way. Always a hit and easy as can be.

[exolymph]

One - Two - Three - Mexican Macaroni Salad Ole! Make it mild or make it zesty, you can have it your way. Always a hit and easy as can be.

[feyhunter78]

Can you please do part two of Pink Pastels? Thank you 🩷

I definitely can!!! I'm honestly such a sucker for dual povs I swear it's like my calling card, so this chapter is in Miguel's pov! Fun fact: the bf in this story is based off my best friend's college boyfriend who showed up high out of his mind to her place of work SEVERAL times (I obvi changed his name though bc I'm a nice person)

Pt 3

Pink Pastels Pt 2

Miguel searches through every database, has Lyla run your face, your name, every detail he can find about you, and yet you only seem to appear here, in this universe where he swoops in right as your universe’s Miguel dies.

No one notices the switch. Not even his coworkers at Alchemax. In fact, they seem to welcome his “new attitude,” and he finds himself with a raise within the first two months.

This universe is quiet, the other him died from a fluke, embarrassingly enough. But it was so random, so unpredictable, that no one questioned “his” survival. So, life goes on as it had before, how he had watched it go on before.

The old woman who lives next door and watches Gabi when he’s “called into work late,” smiles at him, praises him for working so hard for his daughter. Gabi wakes up in the morning to him, her father, like always, eats breakfast, strawberries, blueberries, and honey on her toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, tomatoes, peppers, and a glass of milk. Then he drops her off at school on his way to work.

The monitors beep at him, and he turns back towards them. Finally, it’s found you in his universe, the victim of a plane crash, years before Gabi would even be born. It’s a painless death. You were among those killed on impact. Gone in a moment, but as he watches you here, in this new universe where his daughter is happy and thriving, he realizes just how desperately he wished he would have found you before you ever set foot in that airport.

“She’s pretty.” Lyla says, leaning forward, a teasing smile on her face. “Looks like someone’s got the hots for teacher?”

“No.” He deadpans, though he can’t tear his eyes from you. You’re sitting in a Mexican restaurant giggling into your margarita, another woman—Janey—sits across from you shoveling chips and queso into her mouth, making you laugh even harder.

You’re in that pink dress from earlier. It brightens your skin, hugs your curves but in a modest way, it’s more than appropriate for a teacher to wear, but he’s salivating at the thought of his talons tearing through it and exposing the soft flesh beneath.

Would you cry out for him? Cling to him as he fucks you? You look so pretty in pink, and he wants to go slow, keep you in that color for as long as possible, but he knows himself better than that. The moment he’s able to, he’ll shred the garment, leaving ribbons of fabric in his wake as he bends you over the nearest piece of furniture and slams into you. He wants to feel your warmth around him, hear you begging for him, his name falling from your perfect lips as he gropes your breasts, fangs scraping down your throat, marking you as his.

You laugh again at something the waiter said, and it’s musical, and perfect, you are perfect.

A twinge of jealousy, a foolish thing he knows, but the thought passes through his mind. It should be him making you laugh. He’s studied you now, he knows exactly what makes you laugh, what songs you hum as you prepare your classroom for the day, how you keep colorful Band-Aids in your purse because you just can’t turn off being a teacher, Janey.

And you’re Gabi’s favorite teacher, he wasn’t lying when he told you she talked about you, though he may have added the pretty part. She goes on and on about you, to the point where he almost doesn’t need the cams, he can get every bit of information from his daughter.

“And then, Ms. Y/N told us about her trip to Disney World! She went with her boyfriend, but I don’t know why.” Gabi says, collecting the animal shaped macaroni on her fork. He let her pick dinner, feeling guilty that he didn’t know she’d cried over her lost tooth.

He feels guilty about snapping at you too. He was already worked up, his job, the multiverse, traffic. And last night he forgot all about the Tooth Fairy, so in the morning Gabi was afraid the Tooth Fairy didn’t like her. But you don’t get rewards for losing things once you’ve grown up, and the idea of Gabi going into that pain blindly, having to watch as those she loves disappears around her makes him want to rip his heart from his chest.

“What do you mean Mija?” He asks, his own forkful of mac and cheese halfway to his mouth.

How had he missed you having a boyfriend? Was it serious? Did he treat you well? How easy would it be to make him disappear?

“Well, Ms. Y/N was really happy when she was talking about her trip, but then when she mentioned her boyfriend, she got sad.” Gabi explains, a frown tugging at her lips. “I don’t like him.”

“Yeah?” He prompts her, fighting the urge, to call up Lyla and have her run a search for your boyfriend.

“He came in one time on her birthday, but he was all weird and smelled bad.” Then she got up from the table and mimed stumbling and swaying. “And he walked like this. Ms. Y/N was really mad. Plus, he didn’t even bring her a present.”

Your boyfriend showed up to an elementary school—your place of work on your birthday, drunk, with no gift.

“That’s not nice, when was Ms. Y/N’s birthday?” If he was speaking to anyone but his daughter, he was sure they’d see right through them, but his sweet girl thought nothing of it.

“Last week, I wanted to tell you about it, but you were on your trip, so I told Tia Margo.”

Tia Margo, the old woman next door. He needs to speak with her about letting him know there was a drunk at his daughter’s school. Maybe next time he sees her in the hall, he’ll mention it to her.

“I wish you had told me, then maybe we could’ve gotten her a gift to make up for it.” He says, smiling at her, so she knows he’s not upset.

“I don’t think one gift would make it all better, she’s sad about her boyfriend a lot.” She emphasizes the last word, making the ending sound sharp as she stabs at her food.

“It sounds like he’s a bad boyfriend. Make sure you stay away from boys like him, Mija.” He can’t help but feel protective, even though she’s only six.

He watches as she eats, her hair in a simple braid, a sparkly pink hairband tying it off. “Who did your hair?”

She stops and proudly holds the braid up. “Ms. Y/N, well Emma did it first, but then it fell out when I did a cartwheel, so Ms. Y/N fixed it, and she said I could keep the hairband.”

If he focuses, he can smell the scent of you, mingled with the scent of his home, as if you’re already beside them in your rightful place.

“Maybe we should get her a thank-you gift?” He suggests, his heart warming at the excitement on Gabi’s face.

She is so good, so pure, and sweet. She is nothing like him, and yet she is everything he wished for her to be. He doesn’t know her mother, not in his original universe, but he knows her in this one, watched the other him break down over her leaving. Agony is a cannon event, no interference allowed. He hopes she never returns, that she stays away from his daughter. Doesn’t ruin her with her selfishness.

Just as your boyfriend is ruining you.

He waits until Gabi’s asleep to call out for Lyla. She appears and raises an eyebrow at the way he clutches your hairband.

“She has a boyfriend, find me everything you can on him.”

“I knew you had the hots for her.” Lyla laughs, disappearing before he can dismiss her.

He waits, packs Gabi’s lunch, slips two dollars under her pillow because he’ll be damned if his daughter believes some magical creature doesn’t like her, then cleans the kitchen and his bedroom three times over until finally Lyla returns.

“Okay, boss, you’re gonna want to sit down for this.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @aeryns--playground

[adrienneleclerc]

Hips Don't Lie part 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N invites Henry Cavill to a carne asada after a month of dating

Warning: probably some stereotypical Latina/Mexican things because I'm half Mexican, no translated Spanish, unwanted comments from an aunt about weight (for me it’s with my mom) and about Henry, spelling and grammar errors

After a month of dating, Henry and Y/N were at his place, they were cooking tallarines saltado. Everything was going well and Y/N got a text.

“Give me a minute, guapo.” Y/N said, washing her hands to check her phone. It was a text from her mom. “Hey Henry, how do you feel about going to a carne asada? It’s this weekend, I know it’s a little soon to be meeting my parents, but I really don’t want to go alone.”

“Darling, it’s fine, I’ll go with you to the barbecue.” Henry said. He put the cut up steak into a pan to cook it along with the onions and tomatoes. “Why don’t you want to go alone?”

“Because my mom and my aunts are all going to be like ‘y el novio?’ Like I’m 32, not married or engaged, in their eyes…something is wrong. So please, my handsome British boyfriend, come with me to the carne asada.” Y/N practically begged, having her hands together in a praying motion.

“Yes, my tiny dancer, I’ll go to the carne asada.” Henry said, kissing her forehead and she was pouting with her arms crossed.

“I am not tiny, You’re just big.” Y/N said and her eyes widened at the last part of her sentence.

“In more ways than one.” Henry winked and kissed her. “Do we have to bring anything?” Y/N looked at him in a ‘are you kidding me’ kind of way. “Sorry, what are we bringing?”

“That’s better, and that depends. My mom usually makes her agua de Jamaica which is hibiscus water, don’t ask how it got the name, and red rice. Obviously my uncles bring the meat, um, I’m thinking, someone usually brings dessert which is like fruit salad and cookies, uh, carajo, no puedo pensar. Okay, I got it, we can make alfajores and picarones, mainly because I crave it.” Y/N said,

“What about really food? Should we bring macaroni salad?” Henry asked

“Never in my life have I ever seen macaroni salad at these carne asadas (I’m using my own experiences, obviously). We could make pasta though and like that we could eat some before we go and the rest we take it there.” Y/N said.

“Why would we eat before we go to the carne asada if we’re going to eat there?” Henry asked.

“Ay, amorcito, there’s so much You need to learn. Just in case there’s something you don’t like, and they never really start grilling right when you come in, it’s usually an hour after everyone’s there so you won’t be starving.” Y/N said.

“Alright, I’ll make the list so we can go shopping tomorrow. Now, I know this is going to be a stupid question, but what do I wear?” Henry asked.

“It’s not stupid at all. So again, my mom taught to dress presentable for whatever ‘event’ so like dress semi formal but summery.” Y/N said and Henry looked at her confused. “Just wear your khaki pants your navy or light blue button down.” Henry nodded.

It was the night before the carne asada and Y/N and Henry were in Y/N’s kitchen, their dessert is chilling, her dog Concha laying down in her bed (any breed you want), and they’re going over the family tree.

“Yeimy is my favorite cousin, she’s a music producer, love her to death. Then we have Juan Luis, Yeimy’s brother, kinda mujeriego, me entiendes, very fuckboy, but he’s a lawyer so we’re friendly. There’s my Tia chela, but you have to call her Graciela until she says you can call her Chela. Now Chela comments on my weight, a lot more than my mom does pero eso es otra cosa aparte.” Y/N said, showing pictures of each family member to Henry.

“Okay…who is Veronica?” Henry asked.

“She’s my mom’s friend from church, I don’t think she’ll be here though, she’s in Colombia.” Y/N said, looking for her photo to show him.

“And we’re going to your mom’s house for the carne asada?” Henry asked.

“Yes, I got her a house with a nice yard, my dad has the grill with the charcoal y todo. Now if there’s anything special that you want to drink or eat, get it tomorrow morning, we have to be there at 2.” Y/N said, now cleaning up the kitchen. So are you staying the night so you can help me with everything or are you coming here early in the morning?”

“I got all stuff in my car, I’m staying the night. I’ll just bring it in.” Henry said, he opened the door to leave and Concha got up from her bed to leave with Henry. “Nope, not you, just me.”

The day of the carne asada, Henry was in the driving with Y/N carrying the alfajores and picarones, the pasta in the backseat with Concha chilling so she could see her cousins. Y/N was wearing a sundress with wedge sandals.

“Okay, when you go in your obviously say hello to everyone, depending on whether the women of my family lean in, it’s a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s not a real kiss, it’s more of a cheek touch and the kiss sound, and with the men, again, obviously a handshake.” Y/N reminded him.

“Darling, I know everything, please relax.” Henry said.

“I cant relax, they never met any of my partners before.” Y/N said.

“Well i feel very special now.” Henry said.

“You should.” Y/N said.

Henry parked on the street, they go out of the car, Henry helping Y/N with the food as she put Concha on a leash so they could go to the house.

“Mami, ya llegamos!” Y/N yelled as she opened the gate to enter the yard.

“Ay Y/N, mi niña, cómo estás, amor? Y trajiste a supermán! Sabía que tenías amigos famosos pero nunca pensé de esta altura.” Y/N’s mom, Carolina, said.

“Ah mami, él se llama Henry, es mi novio, pero habla inglés, por favor.” Y/N told her mom.

“Oh my god, Henry, it’s so good to meet you. Finally my daughter has a boyfriend!” Carolina said and Y/N looked away to roll her eyes (because who the hell rolls their eyes in front of the their mothers, right?) “Princesa, has subido de peso? Te está saliendo un poquito la panza, no? Bueno, deja toda la comida en las mesa que no falta poco para llegar lo demás gente.” Carolina said and walked away to get paper plates and plastic utensils for everyone.

“What did she tell you?” Henry asked,

“Nothing it doesn’t matter, just put the food on the table, okay? Come on, Concha, let’s take you out your harness.” Y/N said and placed the food on the table to let her dog loose and Concha started running on the grass with Carolina’s cavalier King Charles spaniel, Honey. A few minutes, the cousins came, there was Yeimy, Juan Luis, Fabian (Peluche) and his wife Cecilia (Chiquis), Irma and her husband Erick, María José and her husband Diego, Alfonso (Poncho), and Maite.

“Prima, que bueno verte! Ooh, look at you, love the dress, you look so good.” Irma said, letting her Maltese, Cinnamon, off leash, Cinnamon ran to Concha.

“My mom didn’t think so, que bueno verte.” Y/N said, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Ay, no la escuchas, you look Great.” Yeimy said, placing what she brought on the table as well.

“Quien es el güerito?” Peluche asked, letting his german shepherd, Roscoe, off his leash

“Ay Peluche, mira quien habla de güerito. Anyway, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Henry.” Y/N introduced Henry.

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” As Y/N told him, Henry greeted the girl cousins with a hug and let them kiss his cheek while shaking hands with the boy cousins.

“You landed Superman? The Witcher? How did you do that?” Maite asked. Y/N was going to answer but the tias and tíos came in as well.

“Hola hola! Carolina, ya llegamos! A ver, gordita, arrímate otra mesa, si?” Tía Chela told Y/N and Y/N did as she was told, she pulled another table to they could also place the food. Henry was saying hello to everyone. “Y mija, segura que es fiel? Como que es muy guapo, ha trabajado con mujeres como tú amiga Eiza, con la mujer maravilla, no sé, me parece raro que esté contigo.”

“Ay mamá, deja de escupir tu veneno a ella, ve con mi papá que está juntado al heladera para las bebidas.” María José said and Chela left reluctantly.

“Thanks, Majo.” Y/N said,

“I grew up with her criticizing me, can’t have her do the same to you. Look at us, we’re in our 30s and we still care about what our mothers say.” Majo said,

“Eso nunca va a cambiar.” Y/N said and she walked back to Henry where he was listening to her Tío Juancho (Juan Camilo) telling a story about his camping trip.

“Hey, pececita, I was just telling your boyfriend about the time I went camping,” Juancho said, hugging and kissing Y/N.

“So glad you’re back, love.” Henry said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Oye Henry’s ven conmigo un momento, come with me.” Y/N’s dad, Carlos, told Henry, tapping his shoulder.

“Papi, que vas a hacer?” Y/N asked.

“Nada mija, es como male bonding, help me grill, Superman.” Carlos said.

“Papi!” Y/N whined.

“Ve con tus primos, princesa.” Carlos said.

“It’s alright, maybe it’s a good thing.” Henry said, kissing Y/N to ease her worries. Henry went with Carlos to the grilled, grabbing the tray of seasoned meats to cook.

“So, Superman, how long have you been dating my daughter?” Carlos asked, sipping a bit of modelo beer.

“Not long, a month.” Henry answered.

“You think of dating her for longer?” Carlos asked.

“Of course, sir.” Henry said,

“Ah, escucha eso, ‘sir’, mira que respetuoso me salió. Listen, Y/N is a good girl, she worked hard in her music, bought this house for me y mi mujer, and if you break her heart or hurt her in anyway, I know some people.” Carlos threatened and Henry got paler.

Carlos laughed. “Ah, te estoy vacilando, it was a joke, you seem like a good person, you know how to grill?” Henry let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, yes, I know how to grill.” Henry said.

“Good, pass me the orange container, it has the ribs.” Carlos said. Henry did what he was told and gave Y/N a thumbs up. Y/N gave him one back.

“You think your güero can eat what we brought?” Diego asked.

“Let’s hope so, as long as he doesn’t add salsa, it should be fine.” Y/N said. She looked over to where Henry was grilling with her dad, they’re gonna last, maybe not forever, but they would totally last.

Everyone was eating.

“Mija, te salió muy bien la pasta.” Carolina said.

“Gracias, me ayudó Henry también.” Y/N said, making sure she knew.

“Who knew you could cook, Henry, and with seasoning.” Carolina said, sitting down to eat. Henry looked at Y/N and she put her hands up in surrender. Everyone was serving themselves until.

“Haz platos para sus hombres también, que no se te olvide.” Chelis announced.

“Ay mamá, mas anticuada no puedes ser, ellos tienen manos, que se sirven solos.” Majo told her mom.

“Whats happening?” Henry whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“Do you see why I couldn’t come here alone? Just don’t serve yourself any salsa, the sauces are usually very spicy, the rest should be good to eat. There’s tacos dorados that have potatoes, some are chicken, others are beans, it’s a surprise. Take one of each, I’m sure you’ll like it.” Y/N whispered back to him. Everyone serves their own plate porque así debe ser, and they were all chatting, mainly trying to get to know Henry.

“So Henry, You’re a good looking man, why are you here with Y/N? I’m sure you can do a lot better.” Chela said and Majo states at her mom and mouthed her apology to Y/N.

“Has she been telling you this the entire time? Asking why I’m here with you?” Henry asked Y/N and Y/N just nodded. Henry stood up from his seat. “Listen, Graciela, I fell for Y/N the moment I saw her, I don’t know what you have been telling her since we got here but I have had enough. She didn’t want to come here alone and now I know why. If she shows up alone, you’ll ask why she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she shows up with me, you ask her why I’m here with her, that’s enough.” Henry said, Y/N pulled his arm to sit him back down.

“Perdón, Y/N, que Pena contigo.” Chela said and Y/N just nodded, it was nice to have someone other than her cousins defend her. “I’m sorry to you too, Henry.” Henry nodded his head and everyone continued eating. By the time they were finished, they went their “separate ways”.

In the carne asada, there were 3 sections, where the cousins were talking about their memories, what they’ve been up to. The aunts and her mom were talking about neighborhood gossip and about their kids. And of course the uncles and her dad drinking and talking about whatever.

“How did you and Henry meet?” Maite asked again.

“Well my coworker Eiza wanted to set me up with her, saying she was going to be at the after party. I didn’t want to be set up but when I went to the after party, I saw this beautiful woman dancing like she was the only one in the room, she captured everyone’s attention, including mine. Eiza noticed I was staring at the dancer and it turned out to be Y/N so Eiza called her over and there you have it.” Henry told them.

“Mira eso, prima, lo dejaste embobado desde el primer momento.” Ponchó said, petting Concha that went up to him.

“Así es, I thank our parents for playing Shakira when we were growing up.” Y/N said, raising her beer bottle to toast.

“Speaking of Shakira, how did you dance when he spotted you?” Chiquis asked, connecting her phone to the Bluetooth speaker that Peluche carried. It started playing the song ‘hips don’t lie’ and everyone was cheering ‘oh’.

“Alright, alright, I’ll show y’all.” Y/N said, getting up from her chair, handing Henry her beer. “It was something like this.”

Everyone was cheering, Henry was whistling, they were just having a good time.

“Pero ya, i guess that’s how Henry fell for me.” Y/N said, sitting on Henry’s lap now, taking her beer form his hand.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Henry kissed her.

“Mira Que lindo, pero no sé comen delante de los pobres.” Juan Luis said, sipping his beer.

“No que tienes novia, hermano?” Yeimy asked.

“Pero no está aquí, boba.” Juan Luis said.

“Wait Henry, why did you really like my dancing?” Y/N asked.

“You want the really answer or the savory answer?” Henry asked and Y/N hit his chest playfully. “Alright, alright, you were having fun, I wanted to be with someone I could have fun with. That, and the way you moved your hips gave me an idea of how you would be in other activities.” Henry smirked and Y/N laughed.

“Ay, you’re so dirty.” Y/N said, placing her head in the crook of his neck. “How you like my family?”

“I think I could come over more often, if you invite me, of course.” Henry said.

“Of course.” Y/N repeated and they kissed, his hands on her waist.

Taglist: @f10werfae @warriormirkwood @marieksg

[pseudowho]

Do u or Mr Haitch have any favourite recipes? I've been expanding my repertoire lately (made my first rhubarb crumble on Saturday!!! Thank you Nigella Lawson) and I'm curious as to what you and the hubs enjoy

I personally am a total whore for a creamy pasta dish, and I make a sauce with cream, garlic, fresh chillies, and parmesan for tagliatelle.

I also make a beef and ale stew with lean beef, carrots, and Guinness. Add fresh bread and butter and it's the comfort food of the gods.

I would leap through fire for a fish finger (fish stick?) sandwich with loads of tartare sauce, and thick white bread and butter.

r.e. regular dinners we cook at home (for the kids), we do a lot of Japanese and Korean dishes. The kids are mad for Katsu curries. They also adore @mrhaitch when he makes chilli. My macaroni cheese, or daddy's carbonara. My ramen or daddy's Mexican sausage and bean stew.

@mrhaitch loves Cajun, Mexican or Thai dishes, he's big on the heat. He makes a lush jambalaya. He can reblog and input if it tempts him.

We cook almost all our meals from scratch, including chicken nuggets and things. Because our sons are tall and feral and never stop eating.

Love, and hungry now,

-- Haitch xxx

[foodwithrecipes]

Cranberry Pudding Cake . Studies confirming the health-promoting properties of cranberries have typically used doses of 100–300 g of fresh cranberries, Read the full recipe https://foodrecipesoffical.com https://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com/2023/12/495-healthy-food-recipe-cranberry.html… http://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com

[pretty-princess-4ever]

240-250 calorie frozen meals 💕

Banquet mac and cheese-240

Healthy choice cafe steamers Mexican style street corn-240

Healthy choice power bowls Mediterranean style shrimp-240

Lean cuisine chicken in sweet bbq sauce-240

Healthy choice care steamers honey glazed turkey and potatoes-240

Healthy choice power bowls shrimp fajita-240

Lean cuisine creamy pasta primavera-240

Scott & Jon’s Buffalo shrimp mac-250

Michelina’s fettuccine alfredo with chicken and broccoli-250

Scott & Jon’s shrimp primavera orzo-250

Healthy choice golden roasted turkey breast-250

Lean cuisine meatloaf with mashed potatoes-250

Michelina’s lasagna with meat sauce-250

Scott & Jon’s shrimp risotto-250

Healthy choice cafe steamers chicken linguini with red pepper alfredo-250

Lean cuisine cheese ravioli-250

Smart ones fettuccine alfredo-250

Scott & Jon’s cilantro lime shrimp-250

Healthy choice cafe steamers four cheese ravioli and chicken marinara-250

Healthy choice simply steamers Mediterranean style lentil bowl-250

Healthy choice cafe steamers turkey sausage lasagna bowl-250

Scott & Jon’s garlic butter shrimp-250

Lean cuisine salisbury steak with macaroni and cheese-250

[einsteinsugly]

Friday, July 4, 1986. A Way Better Fourth of July.

*****

4:30 pm

Hot dogs, cheeseburgers, macaroni salad. American flags, Bruce Springsteen...

Hyde inevitably lowers his voice, to a jaded whisper. "The song doesn't mean what you think it means."

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary

Out by the gas fires of the refinery

I'm ten years old, burning down the road

Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go

Kitty, as sharp as a knife, anxiously nudges him. And Jackie swiftly follows suit, as they both hush the seeds of a quiet rebellion. "Shh."

Ignorance is bliss, as Red serves the main course. And Eric serves the macaroni salad.

"I made this, with my very own hands."

Kitty lovingly chuckles. "You used my recipe."

"Well..." Eric nervously laughs. "You got me there, Mom."

The two youngest, away from the gingham-clad picnic table, are happily gurgling in a large playpen. A quiet, raven-haired girl with big blue eyes, and a tiny, curious redhead. The eldest couple's grandbabies, by adoption and by blood.

The older two grandbabies, an olive-skinned boy and a sweet, adorable brunette with blue ribbons in her hair, are munching on small pieces of hot dog and are poking at macaroni salad with plastic forks.

The oldest grandbaby, a seven year old, is reluctantly in the midst of the adults. She feels like she's standing alone, though. The rest of the kids are literal babies, and she's just sort of...there.

But Betsy Kelso takes her duty as watcher very seriously. She even crafted a makeshift badge out of duct tape, just like her dad's.

Like her father, she is prone to hyperbole. "Kate's trying to eat a dandelion."

Eric and Donna nervously glance a few feet over, but are immediately relieved. Instead, Kate has simply picked a dandelion, and is turning it round, and round, and round...

Becca, a few months older and wiser, looks at her like she has two heads. "Gah."

"Aren't they adorable?" Kitty proudly gushes, hand firmly on her heart. "My grandbabies."

Red gruffly groans, but his old heart quietly melts. "You've said that a million times."

"It doesn't make it any less true, Red." Becca is now anxiously crawling around, leaving Kate at a wobbly standstill. "Look, she's exploring."

"She's the one that you need to watch," Red cautions, turning to Jackie and Hyde, "She'll eat the damn...darn dandelions."

Betsy, the fervent watcher, proudly sounds the alarm. "Pop said a bad word!"

Kelso chuckles, as the word "dumbass" is at the tip of Red's tongue. "Get used to it, Bets."

*****

5:00 pm

Dinner is officially over, but the American flags are still fluttering in the breeze. And Bruce Springsteen is still blasting.

Glory days

Well, they'll pass you by, glory days

In the wink of a young girl's eye, glory days

Glory days

Meanwhile, Red and Kitty are proudly perched in lawn chairs, happily clinking their glasses together.

The aging blonde smiles. "You know, I bought that Lee Greenwood cassette."

"God Bless the USA" is a bit corny, even for a proud veteran like him. "I can write a better song than that."

"I'd like to see you try," Kitty lovingly challenges, "I think it's profound. 'And I won't forget the men who died, who gave that right to me.'"

"I'd list all the wars." Far from a creative soul, Red concocts a simple list. "Revolutionary, 1812, Mexican-American, Civil..."

She shakes her head. "That doesn't sound like a good song."

"Lee Greenwood isn't even a damn veteran," He gruffly declares, "He's like Eric."

Kitty spies, with her little eye, an adorable little diversion. Hyde and Eric are lying in the playpen, with Hyde propelling a happily squealing Becca in the air, and with Kate lying on Eric's chest.

Then, in a split second, she's back to ground zero. The uncomfortable trenches. "There haven't been any wars for him to fight."

"You know he wouldn't join."

"Well, he'd join the most important ones," Kitty amply defends, before reluctantly acquiscing, "You know he's lippy about 'Nam."

"Don't remind me." He briefly diverts, as Eric compares Becca to the Millennium Falcon. Then, he shakes his head in disdain. "He thinks the Star Wars program is a disgrace to Star Wars."

Kitty sighs, but while happily kicking the can down the road. A tiny pebble, beneath her shoe. "He still hasn't gotten over that Luke and Leia thing."

Red's foot anxiously taps to the rhythm. "Don't remind me."

*****

5:30 pm

He doesn't know why the hell he put in that damn Lee Greenwood cassette.

If tomorrow all the things were gone

I worked for all my life

And I had to start again

With just my children and my wife

Hyde is muttering something rebellious. Eric is nervously shaking his foot to the rhythm. Laurie is...who the hell knows where.

But at least his two sons are there. He doesn't agree with a lot of their politics, or like a lot of their music, but they're good men.

They surmounted the odds. Hyde isn't dead, roaming in a motorcycle gang, or in prison. Eric is still lippy, and still loves Star Wars, but he doesn't let it define his life. He tries to be the hero of the South Side of Chicago, in his own, weird way.

And because of them, their granddaughters are proudly perched on their laps. He has Becca, and Kitty has Kate. Kitty Jr, of course.

All the while, Becca is sleeping in his arms, as the former basement dwellers lovingly coo.

And predictably, so is Kitty. "You think you're Oscar the grouch, but you're not."

He can't help but smile. "I guess my life isn't garbage, huh?"

In turn, she lovingly kisses him on the cheek. "I'd say it's pretty damn good."

*****

If you want to join the random date generator game, click here!

[illustraction]

DJANGO / VIVA DJANGO (1966-1968) - SPAGHETTI & OTHER RECIPES' WESTERNS (Part 1/10)

The Spaghetti Western genre is a massive genre with no less than 600 movies produced between 1963 and 1979

The genre is mainly know for The Man With No Name trilogy by Sergio Leone and Clint Eastwood which was a massive worldwide success from 1964 with its first episode A Fistful Of Dollars.

Its success made the Spanish movie critic Alfonso Sanchez coin the term Spaghetti Western. A term resented by Italians

The proper word should be Euro Western since most of those movies while indeed directed by Italian Maestri were co-funded by France, Spain and Germany in the early years.

Filmed in Rome's Cinecitta studios as well as in the arid decors of Spain and Northern Mexico, the genre is also know in Japan as Macaroni Western!

The Spanish westerns are called Paella Westerns and the Mexican ones are either Zapata Westerns or taco Westerns or chili Westerns

This 10 Part Blog will succinctly present many of these movies with posters from all around the world starting with maybe one of the most famous of them all..and the most violent, ie. Django starring Franco Nero and its lesser sequel Viva Django (Django preparati la barra) in 1968 staring Terence Hill.

Above are posters from France, Italy and Japan (click on each image for details).

Director: Sergio Corbucci, Ferdinando Baldi Actors: Franco Nero, Terence Hill

ALL OUR SPAGHETTI WESTERN MOVIE POSTERS ARE HERE

If you like this entry, check the other 9 parts of this week’s Blog as well as our Blog Archives

All our NEW POSTERS are here All our ON SALE posters are here

The posters above courtesy of ILLUSTRACTION GALLERY

[beardedmrbean]

your fencepost anon here to tell you that it is day two of halloween, day one of dia de los muertos (to which i must admit that i am not of any mexican heritage (but i do have a sister who recently found out that she is latina (i actually have 24 siblings (23 now, one died a while back, he fell asleep in a snowbank after his birthday got too wild) and most of them are sisters. i have just so many sisters. fortunately all of my sisters are brick shit houses so i don't have to fight anyone on their behalf, it's usually people telling me i need to keep my sisters in line, to which i respond "look, i don't know what to tell you, if you thought you could handle my sister, my condolences"), and her and my roommate (the one i picked up in south texas, he's still around, and he's a good roommate, he doesn't steal my clothes and can't steal my truck because he can't drive a standard) says the first day of dia de los muertos is pet day, so i've set out our dead cat's altar (we still have all his bones, which i know sounds like weirdo crazy people behavior, but it was just because we couldn't bury him in the yard and couldn't afford to cremate him, so we buried him in a plant pot, but then the plant died, so we had to dig up all the dirt and just transferred his bones into a birdhouse and made it his altar) and gave him an offering), i am wine drunk, i have a severe chemical burn on half my face (i had a mishap with my halloween costume), and my four roommates (husband and the south texas guy included) and i are balls deep into the 2002 miniseries "dinotopia". also, shockingly, we had a trick or treat sign outside saying that we were handing out free alcohol (which we were, i was gifted an entire pallet of sangria at the beginning of the summer, obviously four people (i don't drink sangria) can't drink an entire pallet of alcohol in a single summer) and nobody showed up. (i'm not drinking the sangria though. it's the remainder of the savignon blanc i use to cook with. i made a chicken thigh (i like to cold start it on a cast iron skillet, it renders the fat out the way it's supposed to) and deglazed the pan with the wine, and then served it over kraft macaroni). admittedly i might be feeling it a little more than i thought.

As long as you're still in Texas the celebrations can go for that regardless of your heritage, can anyhow everyone loves a party and so long as nobody is being a douche about it why not.

Papa spread more seed than Johnny Appleseed there I see.

to which i respond "look, i don't know what to tell you, if you thought you could handle my sister, my condolences

That's a combination nuts, spooky, and cool with the cat, I don't like to thing about it with Salem. Even if he is super old.

Dinotopia is rad, I remember really liking that one so good choice.

as for the rest that all sounds like a incredibly fun night except maybe the chicken over mac and cheese, which is just new to me and might be good

[felixcloud6288]

*Scene: Bulma's house. Bulma is working on a project. Goku teleports in*

Goku: Hey Bulma. We're having a barbecue potluck at my place. Bulma: Cool. What should we bring? Goku: Anything's fine. Just not macaroni salad. That's already covered. Bulma: Potato salad it is then. Goku: Cool! See ya! *Goku teleports away*

*Scene change: Several days later. Goku's house. All his friends are there.*

Krillin: By the way, you never mentioned what the occasion was for. Goku: Glad you asked. We're having a potluck cause it's Freeza Day. All: WHAT?!?!

*Freeza's spaceship descends from space and lands next to the party. A door opens and Freeza walks out*

Freeza: Ohohoho. Goku! I hope you're prepared! Today I will kill you and everyone you love! Also I brought 15 tubs of space macaroni salad. I hope that's enough for everyone. Goku: Not on your life! I'll protect everyone! And then I'm going to have some barbecue ribs with that space macaroni salad.

*Battle. Cut to the heroes sitting, watching the fight, and eating* Gohan: Shouldn't we help stop Freeza? Vegeta: Sure. Once I'm done with my space macaroni salad.

*Cut to Freeza's minions sitting, watching the fight, and eating* Anaba: Shouldn't we help Lord Freeza? Rasbarrel: Sure. Once I'm done with my potato salad.

*End of Battle. Goku stands victoriously* Freeza: Damn you Goku! This isn't over! Bulma: *shouting from a distance* Hey you two! Chi-Chi finished making the first round of ribs! Goku: C'mon Freeza. You're gonna love my wife's cooking.

*Goku and friends party with Freeza and his forces*

*Time passes. Freeza prepares to leave*

Freeza: Next time you won't be so lucky! I'll get stronger and I will kill you. Goku: Go ahead. I'll continue to get stronger as well. Freeza: By the way, what's the theme for next year's potluck? Goku: I was thinking Mexican themed. Freeza: Is that like Space Mexico?

*Scene transition: Inside Freeza's ship*

Freeza: Rasbarrel! Set a course for Freeza planet-492. I wish to begin training immediately. Rasbarrel: Very well, Lord Freeza. I must say, I'm glad you enjoyed spending time with your friends. *Freeza snarls*

*Scene cut: Outer space. Rasbarrel's corpse floats by* *Scene cut: Back on Freeza's ship* Freeza: Anaba! You are promoted to ship's captain. Set the course. Anaba: Yes, Lord Freeza. Freeza: Also, set a reminder to order 20 tubs of space refried beans from Space Taco Bell. Next year's potluck is Mexican themed. Anaba: Is that like Space Mexico?

[bitchfitch]

Homemade Mac and Cheese+ some fucked up cornbread that screams "I don't know how to show concern in a way that doesn't involve cooking and also the beer I stole from your fridge is yucky and I don't want to finish it"

Ingredients/the content of my mother's kitchen.

sweet yellow cornbread mix

half a brown banana

bottle of brown beer from a brewery you have never heard of (grody)

whole milk

bacon

elbow macaroni

can of diced roasted tomatoes

Mexican cheese mix

Monterey Jack cheese

fancy pre minced garlic

cream cheese

paprika

salt

get the pack of sweet corn bread and realize your mother doesn't have eggs or milk in her kitchen. Substitute one egg with half a banana, and the milk with 1/3cup whole milk, 1/3 cup beer (yucky)

cook in oven at 400f for however long it takes to stop being goop.

fry strips of bacon up while that's happening. if you are using the single smallest pan you have ever seen you will be making bacon as a side project for the rest of this adventure. Buckle up.

while the bacon fries, add elbow macaroni, like half a cup of whole milk, the rest of the beer, the can of diced tomatoes, some of the garlic, and however much water it takes to Barely come up to level with the pasta. you want as little water as you can get away with.

cover and leave it alone while you do more bacon.

stir the pasta regularly until theres not enough water. check if the pasta is done. if it is not add another half cup of water and repeat until it is done.

add salt and paprika to taste, half a block of cream cheese, however much cheese it takes for you to not feel sad about giving it to your mother, and then stir while adding the whole milk. How much you need is between you and god. just add a little bit at a time until the consistency doesn't look bad.

shred the bacon into little chunks with your hands and mix it into the Mac.

you are now on the clock. this shit turns to glue Fast.

plate with corn bread, some cherry tomatoes, cream cheese, and jalapeno slices to look fancy and make ur mom smile.

empty the cooking pot and fill it with water asap.

gnosh.