#Must ROTATE the mushroom

[alanna-arts]

mmmm...mushrooms

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Creamy Chicken Orzo with Mushrooms and Spinach (30-Minutes, ONE-PAN)

Creamy Chicken Orzo with Mushrooms and Spinach is a 30-minute one-pan well-balanced weeknight meal that has everything: protein, veggies, and pasta! Skinless boneless chicken thighs are pan-seared with paprika and Italian seasoning. It's the perfect comfort food that will surely become one of your family's favorite dinners! My other favorite quick and easy orzo pasta recipes are pesto chicken orzo with tomatoes and reader-favorite Tuscan shrimp orzo.

30-minute one-pan meal

If you're looking for quick and easy recipes to add to your dinner rotation, this delicious creamy chicken orzo with mushrooms and spinach is a must-try. Even though it takes only 30 minutes from start to finish, the final dish looks and tastes like an entree from a fine-dining Italian restaurant. It's a winning combo of ingredients: skinless boneless chicken breasts, orzo pasta, spinach, mushrooms, and cream. The seasonings are spot on - paprika, Italian seasoning, garlic, and red pepper flakes.

Main ingredients

Chicken - I used skinless boneless chicken thighs. They are super easy and forgiving to cook. You can also use skinless, boneless chicken breasts or chicken tenderloins.

Orzo is an Italian pasta that is shaped and looks like long rice.

Mushrooms. I used fresh baby Bella mushrooms. Other good options are crimini, white mushrooms, portobello, or shiitake.

Spinach is packed with nutrients and antioxidants. It’s high in fiber and a good source of many vitamins and minerals. Spinach is a great source of vitamins A and C, as well as folic acid, iron, and calcium. I used fresh spinach - you can also use frozen spinach - thawed and drained of any liquid. Or, use kale instead.

Seasonings include paprika, Italian seasoning, minced garlic, salt, and red pepper flakes.

Cream. I used only ½ cup of heavy cream to add a touch of creaminess to the chicken orzo.

Olive oil is for sauteeing mushrooms.

Chicken broth is used to cook the orzo. You can also use vegetable or beef broth (or stock). Or, even water if don't have chicken stock available.

Cooking Tips

Use a high-sided, heavy-bottomed skillet such as a cast-iron skillet or a good-quality stainless steel pan. This will help avoid the burn spots and will ensure even cooking without food getting stuck to the bottom of the pan.

Reduce calories by using chopped cauliflower or cauliflower rice instead of orzo.

You can use either heavy cream or half-and-half - both work equally well!

Toppings. When serving, you can add grated Parmesan cheese, red pepper flakes, fresh herbs, or cracked black pepper to the creamy chicken orzo.

Ingredients

Chicken

1.3 lb skinless boneless chicken thighs

1 teaspoon Italian seasoning

1 teaspoon paprika

¼ teaspoon salt or to taste

2 tablespoons olive oil

Mushrooms

1 tablespoon olive oil

8 oz baby bella mushrooms or crimini

salt and pepper

Creamy orzo

1 cup orzo uncooked

2 cups chicken broth or stock

5 cloves garlic minced

½ teaspoon Italian seasoning or Herbs from Provence

½ teaspoon paprika or more

¼ teaspoon salt or more to taste

5 oz fresh spinach

½ cup heavy cream

¼ teaspoon red pepper flakes or more to taste

Instructions 

Cook chicken

Season the chicken thighs with Italian seasoning, paprika, and salt.

Heat an empty, high-sided, heavy-bottomed skillet (such as a cast-iron or stainless steel pan) over medium heat for 2 minutes. This allows the skillet to heat through.

Add 2 tablespoons of olive oil. Add chicken thighs. Cook the chicken on medium heat for 5 minutes on one side, undisturbed. This allows the chicken to sear.

Flip the chicken thighs over, reduce heat to low-medium, and cook for about 5 more minutes or longer on the other side, without moving it, until it's cooked through.

The meat thermometer should register 165°F (74°C) in the thickest part of the chicken. Remove the chicken from the skillet.

Cook mushrooms

Add sliced mushrooms, generously seasoned with salt and pepper, to the same, now empty, skillet. Cook on medium heat for about 2 minutes (flipping once) until lightly browned and softened. Remove half of the cooked mushrooms from the skillet to a plate.

Make creamy orzo

Add uncooked orzo, chicken broth, minced garlic, Italian seasoning, paprika, and ¼ teaspoon salt to the same skillet with half of the cooked mushrooms.

Bring to a boil, then reduce to a simmer (medium-low) and cook for about 5 or 10 minutes, occasionally stirring to prevent the orzo from sticking to the bottom of the pan until the orzo is cooked through.

Add fresh spinach during the last 5 minutes of cooking the orzo.

Add ½ cup of cream. Stir everything on low-medium - do not bring the sauce to a boil.

Season with salt and red pepper flakes, if desired.

Assembly

Stir in the remaining half of cooked mushrooms.

Return cooked chicken to the skillet. Reheat gently on low heat.

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[thecurrator]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @frostfall-matches

Your romantic match is...Jade Leech!

It's easy for you both to get along well due to your similar personalities. You both would look so natural together with your matching calm demeanors, one smiling and one apathetic. Your moderate risk-taking matches his pace just fine. You can leave the actual dangerous situations for his brother to get into.

He would also appreciate you for your shared values! He doesn't like conformity and blind obedience either. In fact, organized harmony is one of his pet peeves. He does enjoy rocking the boat discreetly, if only to make sure life isn't boring.

Since you like gossip/drama, Jade is one of the perfect people to go to for that. He's always keeping an ear out for any poor unfortunate souls in need of help, or simply to get some entertainment, and he's happy to share the latest tea with you.

You both share a love for forests, mountains, and new experiences, so he'd urge you to join his Mountain Lover Club if you want to. You get to spend time with him and do your shared hobby (hiking) together, isn't that great? Since you're already here, how about trying this mushroom he just found with him?

His love for terrariums also pairs well with your hobby of taking care of houseplants. You could get some plants for him to put in a terrarium and he could care for it with you until it's settled in. If you'd like to make your own terrarium, he'd be happy to guide you through it! It's one of his favourite ways to bond with you.

Dating him comes with the perks of free meals at the Mostro Lounge! He'll often reserve a table and invite you over, then refuse to let you pay. Does he pay for you every time? Did he make a deal with Azul to allow you free meals in exchange for something else? He likes to keep his secrets, this being one of them. Just sit back and enjoy the food while he brings you your favourite chai latte.

He's used to looking out for his boisterous brother sometimes, so he's vigilant whenever with you. He would hate for you to accidentally hurt yourself or get lost after all. Maybe he also likes being your knight in shining armor. Or something like that.

Runner-up: Jamil Viper (Someone with a personality similar to Jade who would share your love for travelling.)

Your platonic match is...Floyd Leech!

Floyd finds just about anyone interesting, so it won't take much for him to notice and take a liking to you. Especially if you start dating his brother. Given how attached he is to Jade, he might even crash your dates sometimes to hang out with you both.

Your tendency to be straightforward works well for him since he's usually very blunt himself. Communication between you two isn't complicated. Your ability to take criticism well is good too, since he has a tendency to call people out. At the least, you'll know he won't take offence easily when you speak your mind.

Floyd can read the room perfectly fine, he just doesn't care. Meaning he shares your tendency of brushing off the severity of a situation. Not a great habit to have, but at least you'll get scolded together? You both are going to be the death of Jade at this rate.

You both share enneagram types and moral alignments. Like, come on. He finds your calm but playful side very entertaining (when he's in a good mood) and will try to rope you into pranking others with him. If you don't wish to join him, you'd better be really good at either distracting him, convincing him to leave you alone or escaping him. Looking for Riddle is recommended.

Your love language is physical touch? So is his! Do you like your personal space? Floyd also likes your personal space! Sorry, you're going to have a heavy eel clinging to you the moment he decides he likes you. The height difference must look hilarious to everyone else. As for gifts, he's the type to buy cute trinkets or pick up cool rocks and give them to other people. Hope you like your gifts.

Floyd rotates hobbies every week, so he's probably tried everything you're into at some point. The one hobby he definitely shares with you is thrill-seeking activities! Not the ones involving heights though, he can't do that. But perhaps... Magical wheels?

Kinda specific, but he pays attention to the socks you wear. He finds it funny how it can either be all black or very colorful/patterned. He'll guess which kind of socks you'll be wearing for the day and get really excited when he guesses right. If you'd like, you can try and do the same for his class attendance.

Runner-up: Rook Hunt (I originally matched you with Rook but forgot my reasoning for it? I straight up forgot what I was cooking up in my head before I started writing Jade's part of the matchup and realized Floyd would be a good match for you as a friend. ???)

[mallowmaenad]

me [billionaire]: *yawns* Good morning Deb, what day is it?

my live-in maid who is paid extra to dress and act like my college roommate: July 20th, 203- err. 2003. Your OK soda, m'lady.

me: bitchin'. *I crack open the recreation of the discontinued soda and savor the hiss, I look outside my window where two translucent stickers of the twin towers are, overlaid where my commisoned reconstruction of the original buildings will be.* What's on the docket today?

My maid: You have a shift at the combination pizza hut and taco bell from 4pm to 6pm today.

Me: *I sip the soda* Hm. Cancel it. I'm gonna play Kingdom Hearts on my playstation.

My maid: Your orange gamecube should be arriving in the mail today, and um- capcom is releasing a new game today.

Me: *Smirking* Oh, yeah? What is it?

My maid: Resident evil 4.

Me: Huh. sounds cool, might check that one out. [I walk into my living room with a massive collection of DVDs and VHS tapes, sitting down on the couch I had pre-soaked in cbd oil and salt water to give the impression that it's heavily used by a group of friends that smoke weed together, I have no friends. Except for Deb. I turn on my pre-programmed smart tv which plays a rotating list of playlists featuring programming aired on MTV, adult swim, cartoon network and nick @ nite circa 1998-2005]

Deb: What will it be for breakfast, ma'am?

Me: *sigh* I dunno. how about a breakfast california crunchwrap from taco bell?

Deb: A-a what...?

Me, grinning wide, she's finally starting to grow wise to my little tests: Haha i dunno just sayin shit. [I text my accountant from my blackberry to add another 5k to her paycheck this week] Hey, how about we see what pizza places are open this early and toke up?

Deb, hesitating as she tries to not give into her growing cravings for the marjuana she's been smoking to keep up her character, even if it cracks the facade she feels like she has something to prove: U-uh... I think I need a break from that stuff m-mi- girl... I got a killer headache last time.

Me, silently laughing as I can nearly hear the saliva stirring in her mouth: Alright, suit yourself I guess.

Deb: [leaves the room to break character and call one of my assistance to deliver me "the yuge" (large anchovy with extra cheese, medium pepperoni and mushroom, large spinach alfredo well done with light sauce, an order of bread sticks with garlic butter and "accidentally" giving me someone else's order in multiple random arrangements of pizza, appetizers and soda) in period appropriate containers while dressed as a pizza delivery guy]

Me: [Looking at the unlit pre-roll in my hands, weed has been legal in this state for several years now, I contemplate how to regain that edge, that dim spark of anxiety over doing something illegal. Even if it still was I know my wealth would protect me. I briefly recall how the president had a safe full of whiskey during the prohibition. I lick my lips like a hungry jaguar as an idea comes to mind.] Deb?!

Deb: [Hiding a smartphone behind her back] Yeah?

Me: Who's president right now?

Deb: Um... uh...

Me: Are ya sweatin'? They ask these questions to stroke victims y'know. Are you... having a stroke? Deb? Debby? Debby-girl? Debra? How many fingers am I holding up right now?

Deb: *gulps* Uh... Al Gore.

Me, smiling wickedly as I light my joint, it's funny how the design of a bic lighter has never really noticeably changed over the years: Man this stuff must be fucking with our heads, huh?

Sandra Jackson, my live-in maid whom I call Deb: Hahah, yeah.

[snobgoblin]

oc prompt taken from this instagram reel

What's the first thing someone sees looking at them?

the first thing someone might notice is his intense gaze or the way he slouches or sits with his feet on chairs. he has some mannerisms that would earn him some looks

How do they respond to the touch?

this man is touch STARVEDDDD but it really really depends on the person. if it's a friend or love interest he'll melt into it but if it's like, Valdemar, his bones are gonna go cold

How do they feel about their appearance?

he takes pride in his appearance and carefully curates his outfits to compliment it. he's kind of unaware of how much charm he has at times because he's never seen himself as deserving of love, but fashion is a hobby of his anyway and he does it because it pleases him

How does your OC handle or view the concept of death and afterlife?

that really depends on at what point in the game we're talking about here... I guess the over view is he isn't sure what awaits him in the afterlife. he's seen ghosts firsthand and the souls of the damned- but he's also seen Khamgalai in the magical realms. even ghosts can differ greatly from each other, like take Morga vs the plague victims (not counting Lucio because i do not believe he is a ghost. he is merely separated from his body, he never properly died). so he's deduced that your afterlife must depend on some mysterious force he can't possibly identify, and that it might have something to do with the religious practices that person believed in. with that said, he still isn't sure which religion he's settled on. though, we can deduce he believes in more than one god

at this point his belief system is just vaguely "The Arcana do the trick just fine but other religions are very compelling as well". he's pretty open to anything

What is your OCs Guilty Pleasure?

he likes to be SELFISH. sometimes hes tired of playing nice and trying to get people to like him. sometimes he just wants to be an attention whore. sometimes he wants to be worshiped. sometimes he just likes to be greedy or only focus on himself or whatever

If your OC were to invent a holiday, what would they celebrate and what does it say about them?

oh if nobody has invented 14th century earth day yet it would be Danny. definitely some kind of nature festival- he's a huge nature lover! identifying plants and going mushroom hunting and such

How does their body react to stress/crisis?

he definitely nervous stims. this can range from simple things like rotating his rings or they can he more intense like biting his fingers. it's self soothing. sometimes he may rock or go silent

What is a lie your OC tells themselves, and how does it shape their actions?

hes like. convinced he can't possibly be wrong. convinced everyone's out to get him at times. this plays a lot into his rejection sensitivity and he'll walk on eggshells to keep someone around- and snap when he believes they're going to abandon them

What motivates them to keep going?

honestly he just wants to prove everyone wrong

If your OC had to sacrifice something precious to achieve their greatest goal, what would they be willing to give up?

his greatest goal... I guess personal goals aside his goal in most routes is to save the world. and in that case he would risk his life (and has)

How do they react when they are betrayed or let down by someone they trust?

VIOLENTLYYYYY and you might not even realize it. he might keep it hidden from you. but there will be signs. you might not see the screaming or crying as his faith in you slowly dies and his heart breaks... you might just see him recede. get quieter. laugh less. but, he'll try to take it with dignity. and then throw theeeee biggest fit in private. he can't quite bring himself to abandon someone, though

Which Point of time would your OC time travel to and what does it say about them?

oh he'd love to see both the past and the future but he's more concerned about the past. there's so much that's been lost to time... he'd love to collect evidence to fill in some of the gaps

What's a rumor or misconception your OC would have?

he thinks crabmen are actual crabs

What's the most horrifying thing your OC has ever seen, how did it change them?

VALDEMAR'S TRUE FORM. and he takes it surprisingly well in the moment but it keeps him up at night. the static ringing in his ears... the confusing form flashing against his vision when he closes his eyes... it makes him feel so small. like there's so much he still doesn't know about the world

[downtoithaca]

WIP Intro:

LAST RITES

tw: disease/pandemic, gore, violence, psychological abuse, detailed medical imagery,

About

MEXICAN GOTHIC X DRACULA X THE STORY OF BURKE & HARE

A queer Gothic Historical Horror set in Victorian Edinburgh ft. mushrooms, cults, the cutting edge of (1800s) medical science, spooky manors and bodysnatchers.

Synopsis

Dr Ernest Mayweather is the only patient he can't treat. He's dying, and he's looking desperately to find a way to stop it. When a colleague of his at the prestigious University of Edinburgh Medical College discusses the avant-garde idea of using one disease to cure another, he begins a pursuit of the thing that will save his life. It leads him to a strange illness wherein strange flowers and funghi grow within the body. Curious, and keen to study it, he visits Auchindrain House, a sanctuary for the illness run by two mysterious aristocrats and their Italian acquaintance. When the horrifying nature of the house and its occupants come to light, Ernest must soon choose between accepting a quick and quiet death or chasing something potentially endless, with all the blood and horror that might come with it. What will Ernest's conscience allow him to do to survive?

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Status

It currently stands at around 69k, though by the end of this draft I think we'll be looking closer to 120k.

As of October 2023 I'm currently working on the second draft! I did a detailed re-outline after the first draft which I completed in April 2021 for Camp, and now I'm filling in all the extra scenes I need before I rewrite the novel again following the comprehensive developmental editing plan I've made, focussing on adding extra detail and coherence, especially in terms of the plot. I was initially hoping to finish this by the end of October, but at this rate, it's looking like that's not going to happen, so I'll probably pick this up again in February. (One thing you have to know, is that each month I shift projects to another one of those in rotation. I aim to always have one new project, one dev edit project and one later-stage project in rotation at all times to reduce fatigue!)

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

No More Yielding But a Dream Fic

Title: No More Yielding but a Dream

Word-Count: 2066

Pairing: Ambiguous Prinxiety

Summary: The fae are fair folk, not kind folk. They should never be confused with the latter, because a fae's kindness is not like a human's kindness. 

Roman knew this, of course. He heard the tales from his brother and others. But then, the tales that no one liked telling were how humans liked to trick and harm and hunt their own brethren in the name of self-proclaimed kindness.

This is how on the eve of a midsummer, Roman ran through the woods. He ran into twisted thickets and past barbed thistles. He ran as he heard wolf howls and vulture screeches. If the fae would not have him, the woods would. 

Either one would be better than the fate that awaited him otherwise.

Warnings: Fae AU, Angst with a Bittersweet Ending, Injuries, Implied torture/abuse, blood mention, Implied Villain!Remus, Implied Death, Virgil is a morally grey fae (he does not have human morals so uhh yeah)

Rewrite of a ficlet I wrote a while back, this fic idea has been rotating inside my brain for awhile now. Quick shoutout to @hiddendreamer67 and @lefaystrent who inspired a bit of the latter half of this fic with their suggestions of the original ficlet’s aftermath.

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On the eve of a midsummer, Roman ran through the woods. He ran into twisted thickets and past barbed thistles. He ran as he heard wolf howls and vulture screeches. If the fae would not have him, the woods would. 

Either one would be better than the fate that awaited him otherwise.

“You shouldn’t go into the woods when the summer reaches its peak,” Roman’s brother told him once as a child, “You might run into a fair folk.”

“A what?” He asked, his little face screwed up tight in confusion.

“The fae–they’ll trick you, try to ask for your name to take you far, far away. They’ll make you dance until your feet bleed–oh! Imagine the blood dripping onto dandelions!”

His eyes had widened then, terrified at such a thought. That was then, this was now. On a midsummer’s eve, many moons since his adolescence, he found himself in the woods. It wasn’t an accident, not really. It was out of survival.

 He kept going until at last he reached an arc of mushrooms. Every instinct within him screamed to step away, to go around, to move anywhere but closer to it but he ignored them. With legs like wood, he stepped inside. Nothing happened at first. Birds continued to chirp as the trees were gently swayed by the summer breeze. A fox yipped in the distance. 

“Why hello there,” A silky voice crooned from behind him, “you’re far from home, princey boy.”

Startled, he swiftly turned to see a man standing before him. Well, not quite a man. A fae to be more precise. Windswept chestnut hair and eyes with slitted pupils. Pointy ears and limbs too long. An ethereal aura surrounded them, something wild, something wonderful all in one. Their clothes were made of fine silk cloth draped over by a black cloak that shimmered purple in the broad sunlight.

“I’m not a prince.” Roman protested, “not any–anymore at least.”

“Oh?” They took a step forward, “What are you then?”

“I’m…” He stumbled a half step back, his legs threatening to collapse beneath him, “I do not know.”

“You must know something,” The fae persisted, “May I have your name, at least?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, hardly able to withstand the next words that would come out of his mouth. Oh he was a coward, so far removed from the fearless, brave prince he had aspired to be.

“R-Roman,” He forced out, tears pricking his eyes, “Roman Montgomery Leroy, that’s my full name–now please, just take me away, do with me what you wish!”

Hands caressed the sides of his face, cool to the touch. He looked up at the fae, shocked to see a grimace marring their features. Wasn’t his name what the fae sought after? Why else would they ask for it?

“I know humans are foolish, but you are exceptionally so.” They growled, “seriously, what is your true intent? Surely you know better than to trick a fae.”

“No-no trick,” Roman insisted, “My brother he-grskf–”

His word ended in a hiss of pain as the fae traced their fingers across his broken collarbone. He nearly forgot about it with the rush of adrenaline that it took to get here.

“You’re hurt.”

“Well, yes, but not badly.”

“You have a broken bone,” The fae said, ��isn’t that what humans consider to be a ‘bad’ thing?”

Roman stared off into the ground, swallowing. “Depends on the circumstances.”

“So what? You have come to me in hopes of healing your injury and taking petty revenge on your brother, I presume?” The fae scowled.

Roman shook his head, “I meant what I said–I don’t care what you do with me just please–take me far, far away from here!”

In the nearby distance, a hunting horn wailed, causing Roman’s stomach to drop. No, no, no. He thought he’d have more time. 

“Romaaan!” His brother yelled, so faint yet so close all the same, “Come out, come out wherever you areeee!”

He needed to run, to get out of sight before his brother found him. His legs crumpled to the ground before he could take a step. He struggled to rise, hindered by fatigue and the fact it’d been several days since he was allowed a morsel of food. 

Little black dots invaded his vision as he was lifted up into the air. Had his soul finally ascended from his body? Wait no, it was the fae’s doing. They held him in their spindly arms, cradled close to their chest akin to a mother with her babe. They whispered something and then the forest spun, the trees becoming a big blur.

When his vision cleared, he found the fae tucking him into a bed. An actual, real, literal bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept somewhere that wasn’t hard stone or dirt.

“Whatareyoudoing?” He asked, his words slurring together.

“Doing what I wish with you,” The fae quipped, “Now hold still.”

“Why–ARGHH.” Roman yelped as a burning sensation spread across the area around his collarbone. It lasted only a few seconds, the pain dissipating as it went.

“You…healed my collarbone?”

“Well of course. Broken humans are not entertaining to mess with,” The fae rolled his eyes, “Now, go to sleep Roman.”

With the command, Roman’s eyes began to droop. A peaceful drowsiness settled in his bones, one he hadn’t experienced in quite a long time. The fae brushed his bangs out of his face, causing him to whimper. Nobody has touched him so fondly, not since his brother became king.

“Don’t worry,” The fae said, his appearance morphing, twisting into something else, “When you wake up again, your brother will be no more.”

-

The fae were fair folk, not kind folk. They should never be confused with the latter, because a fae's kindness was not like a human's kindness.

Roman knew this, of course. He heard the tales from his brother and others. But then, the tales that no one liked telling were how humans liked to hunt and trick and harm their own brethren in the name of self-proclaimed kindness.

Still, when he finally awoke again, it was in a warm bed of soft feathers and a snug leaf-like blanket. Not the slightest tremor of pain ran through his body nor did any exhaustion cling to his frame. It was perhaps the most refreshed he felt in a long while.

"You're awake." A wispy voice greeted him. Roman looked to see that the fae was peering from up above him in a dark abode that almost looked as if it was spun together by a giant spider.

"What--are you an arachnid?" Roman asked, the words impulsively rushing out of his mouth.

But the fae didn't punish him for his impudence. They gave a long blink to his words, before bursting into a melodious laughter.

"Nah," The fae said at last, "You could say I am a friend of theirs, however."

"Oh." Roman said, not knowing what else to say. The fae stared down at him, the precision of their facial features half hidden in shadows. Were they bemused or exasperated by him? Roman could not know.

Such a feeling was a familiar one--one could never tell the mood swings of his brother.

A shiver tickled his spine just then. He had not known if he'd find a mushroom circle, let alone if it would summon a fae. It was out of sheer desperation he offered his name, his life, so freely to a fae's whims. He had not stopped to think if perhaps he doomed himself to a fate even worse than of his brother's making.

A slender hand tilted his chin up, stirring from his thoughts. "You are troubled."

Roman found himself in the gaze of the fae's eyes. He did not take much note of them in the woods; he was much more occupied with the threat of his brother than anything else.

But being so close to the fae, he could see that their eyes were in fact colored differently from one another. One took on the dark green of forest canopies, while the other reflected the rich purple of lavender flowers. Eye colors that no natural human would ever possess.

"I am...fine." Roman swallowed.

The fae snorted, shaking their head, "You really are moronic aren't you? You cannot lie to me, Roman."

The fae's usage of his name sent a jolt through his body. There was a power behind it, a warning that the fae did not have to respect any resemblance of free will within Roman.

"Don't you remember what I told you?" The fae continued on, their hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind Roman's ear, "You have no need to be worried--I upheld my promise to you."

"Promise?" Roman choked.

The fae shook their head, a laugh bubbling underneath their breath. "You really don't remember, do you?"

With a flick of their hand, a bright flash of light emanated from their palm. When it faded away, a crown dangled in front of Roman's gaze. A crown encrusted with the kingdom's finest gems and dried blood; the high king’s crown. A crown that was once promised to him. A crown that his brother made certain was never Roman’s fate to wear.

Roman clutched onto it without permission. His fingers ran through the edges, feeling every engraving and etching added on through the centuries that his ancestors whose heads this crown rested upon. They were all there–every carving that his tutors endlessly lectured to him that each had its significant and importance. 

Except, his fingers brushed against a new one–a kraken grasping a spear in each of its many tentacles. Remus’s symbol–his sigil that followed every decree issued from his crimson throne.

As a former prince, Roman was dictated from an early age how to think, feel, act. In this moment, he knew he should be sickened, repulsed, disgusted–anything but the relief that ran through his veins like a rain dousing out a raging fire.

“W-why?” Roman whispered, holding the crown tightly in his grasp, “I did not ask you to give me a warm bed or to heal my body nor even to vanquish my brother. I only asked to be taken far away. Why this kindness?”

“Kindness?” The fae questioned, a smirk settling onto their features, “I believe you’re mistaken, human. Is treating a beloved possession with care what you consider kindness? Just because I mend what is mine and take action to prevent further damage does not mean I am kind.”

Oh, oh. This was what the tales warned about of the fae–they were cold, unkind beings who see humans as being nothing in their eyes. Roman was the fae’s possession, no different than the crown resting in his hands. But he was a well-cared possession nonetheless and that almost felt like a kindness unlike what was given to him by his brother.

Still, what would happen when the fae inevitably became bored of him? Roman could only hope he’d be given a swift, painless death.

“Roman,” The fae said, commanding his attention, “you are mine. I do not throw away what is mine frivolously. Do you understand?”

“I–” Roman blinked, “Did I say that out loud?”

The fae huffed amusedly as they tapped a finger gently against Roman’s forehead. “No, but you might as well have. You gave me your full name–that is, your whole being, all that makes you who you are–to me. That means every thought, every feeling–that belongs to me.”

Roman watched as the fae laid their hands over Roman’s own that still held firmly to the crown. He allowed the fae to lift his hands up and guide it until the crown rested at last upon his brow.

“Roman Montgomery Leroy, you are my prince, mine, you belong to no one else. As long as you draw breath, you will never have a reason to worry. Do you understand?”

Roman inhaled deeply as a smile graced his lips for the first time in months. “Of course I understand, why would I doubt your words?”

He should be alarmed, perhaps petrified, of the immense power the fae held over him. But in fact, any concept of worry faded away completely from his mind as an unwavering confidence took its place. 

He was Roman, he was the fae’s prince and there would be no reason to ever fear his brother or anything else ever again.

[anneapocalypse]

January Writing (+ a little Wednesday WIP)

Word Count: 6250

Thanks to getting sick this month, I did not get as much done this month as I'd hoped, but all things considered, I'm not unhappy with what I did get. I did some work on Harsh Light early in the month, wrote various FFXIV snippets throughout, and as February approaches, I have been writing a bit of Dragon Age again! This is the first week I've been back to my writing routine in earnest, but I'm feeling very energized and ready to do more.

I had been tossing around the idea of working on A Hero Sleeps in Gwaren in February (I may not end up with anything ready to post for Femslash February, but I can at least work on some femslash!) and as January comes to an end I've found myself excited to get back into that fic, and to work on an established project in general, so I think that's what's happening.

Here's a little snippet from this week!

Context: While Teyrn Tabris and Briala were in Denerim getting married, her human vassals have attempted a coup, and Castle Gwaren is currently under seige. With the help of an already-organized elven resistance, our heroines must find a way back to the castle to take command and put down the coup.

The first hitch was that the wagon would be inspected upon entering the town. There was no way around this. Bribery was not an option; if the guards were humans in the service of the banns, there was a strong chance they would simply pocket the gold and turn the elves in anyway. The resistance had a handful of people on the inside—elven knights sworn to the nobles' service, hired by necessity, Talith had explained, as the population of Gwaren had shifted more and more toward elves. They were trusted, reluctantly, to wield the sword for their liege, but they would not be trusted to guard the gates during a coup against the elven ruler. Unless there were an unexpected change of guard rotation, perhaps due to sudden illness. Talith had visibly perked up, to Briala's amusement, at the mention of poisons. "What will you be using? Not deathroot, I assume." "Nay, too bitter, easily detected," Alys had replied, briskly taking down phials and jars from a high cabinet she had unlocked with a large steel key. "I prefer a strain of deep mushroom for such applications… a moderate solution, we don't want them dead immediately, just taken ill, which is going to arouse suspicion as it is, so our agents will be administering the poison at the last possible minute, and your timing will be narrow, as it's likely to be discovered quickly. Our scheduled guards will sit down to lunch, fall ill within the hour, and our people will step in to replace them, just long enough to get your wagon inside. As soon as the commander discovers them, their cover will be burned, so Farron's got someone to extract them… hopefully." She had removed several strips of dried mushroom gingerly with a pair of tongs, crushing them to a powder with her mortar and pestle, then looked up to regard Talith and Briala gravely. "That spends two of our agents, and there's a chance they may not make it out. So, with all due respect, my ladies, do make this one count." Talith had swallowed. "Thank you, Alys. This means everything to me." "To us as well, my lady. It's our future hangs in the balance here, and we'll do what we can to restore you as our rightful ruler. There will be casualties, and I know you won't spend those lives lightly." Her eyes had dropped to the floor. "Still, I know nearly every elf in the resistance by name… I'd be remiss if I didn't say it. I pray the Maker give you swift and decisive victory… for us, as well as for you."

[thestalkerbunny]

How is the whole "goblins are now living with the humans as the standing army" in the Barghest Princess setting going? They're both social creatures, and humans are used to small animals scuttling around (cats, children, rats) but I imagine there is significant tension, especially if things were crowded at the beginning (as you mentioned in Diedre's origin story). Is Princess Dierdre trying to diminish the difficulties in any particular way? ...aside from demonstrating that goblins are very eligible romantic partners, which everyone already knew.

Now normally I hate fucking drawing maps, but I have drawn a map

The city is kinda surrounded by thick woods with highway roads that cut thru them. And I'm talking ADVANCED EUROPEAN WOODS. The kind that are so thick that when night happens, you can't see five inches from your nose (unless you are a creature adapted to that kind of forest, like a Goblin.)

The Clear Cutting started near the Count's House and was going to expand gradually clockwise. So if you were lost and on the highway at night-the light from the large manor home would at least hopefully signal civilization is near.

This is the new revised map. instead of expanding in a single established direction and gradually rotating around the permiter, she opted to cut away at small bits all at once in the massive circle similar to her father's plan. Though it doesn't clear up a WHOLE lot of land for new buildings-efforts to repair and reestablish current existing buildings to livable conditions have massively helped the problem. As well as introducing lighting on the sides of the highways via bioluminescent mushrooms that are not only harmless to the environment but edible as well. She also had trees replanted where the logging damage was done so the strange fey like creatures would hopefully return one day (they mostly all fled after the big main fey died.)

Essentially all the goblins live on Diedre's property, which for a Countess....

Can be pretty fucking big.

Mostly the goblins stay close to home, since sentiments towards goblins are still not very kind. But it's not uncommon to see one or two running errands for Diedre in town. Some Goblins do help around town as Diedre has asked them 'if you must, make yourself helpful'.

So it's not odd to see them scampering around doing little tasks, provided you are polite about asking them. They seem to fill the void that was left when the lesser fey fled (which is minor tasks in exchange for kindnesses and meals) But in the evening they all return To the Estate from wherever they are.

Diedre can't make people LIKE the Goblins and at the same time, the Goblins can't (Don't) want to go back to the forest. So it's a stalemate that people are going to have to get used to.

[formulapisces]

yes. you caught me.. cute pic of me you got there hehe

the seeds are a little bit peppery. like cress maybe?? what else is on your foods to try list? 😲🦇 (nosy)

oooooooh nice, fruit is so hit and miss with me, i either really really like it or really really hate it so i hope papaya is the first option 😅

i’ve never fully written down the foods to try list, it’s more of a mental note, so i’ll write it here with explanations and edit it if i need to add more:

(this is when you realise i literally have 3 comfort foods on rotation everyday and that’s all i eat)

obviously mimolette cheese 🦇

obviously papaya 🦇

i also really want to try goji berries because i saw it was in this smoothie i had once and i’ve never had them just alone before.

hear me out… i want to try so much american food, like their fast food and snacks, just to see like what… why, when, where, who, how… i don’t think i actually want to try this one, but i’m just SO CURIOUS?! id love to just browse an american supermarket they seem so huge? why does the same place that is selling you a sofa also have a deli section? WHY IS THERE CHICKEN AND WAFFLES ON THE SAME PLATE??!!!? i must find out. i must know the appeal. here in england a lot of their food is literally banned or really warned against trying, so im not going to just pop out and get some. this one is literally like an emotion i have. sometimes im happy, sometimes im sad, sometimes i get the overwhelming sense to have a bottle of neon orange fanta and some goldfish.

anything ‘authentic’, like i’d love to go to different countries and try their national dishes and to see what it’s ACTUALLY like if you know what i mean. i think this one is because of my italian family, their food just tastes so different (and better) when i’m with them than if i make it with the exact same recipe and ingredients. they say it’s because it has love in it, i say it’s because im a shit cook.

can i be honest and real for a moment… sushi. i’ve never tried sushi. i don’t like seafood… but sushi is just so colourful and beautiful, i’ve never tried it because i know i won’t like it and i’ll just be disappointed :(

ENOKI MUSHROOMS. this started with me watching tons of mukbang videos where they had them… only problem is, i don’t like mushrooms either.

STARFRUIT. self explanatory.

this was longer than i expected, i just kept thinking of more things as i went along 😭🤍

[urbanafarmstead]

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[crackednailsandsplitends]

Review: Buckwheat Tea

I’m really into alternative teas and hot drinks—Matcha and fruit teas are some of my favourites, and I’ve even gotten into mushroom tea recently. So, I was super excited to try and review the buckwheat tea. It has a wonderfully nutty flavor, and it’s surprisingly warming and wholesome. A perfect drink for cozy evenings or when I need something a bit different from my usual go-tos!

My Review of Buckwheat Tea (Soba-Cha): A Unique Alternative Tea

I recently had the pleasure of trying buckwheat tea, also known as soba-cha, and I must say, it was quite a unique tea-drinking experience. As someone who enjoys exploring alternative teas beyond the usual green or herbal options, soba-cha definitely stood out to me.

The first thing that caught my attention was the aroma of the tea. It had a toasty, nutty scent that was quite inviting. Upon taking the first sip, I was pleasantly surprised by the rich, earthy flavour with a subtle hint of sweetness. It is a comforting and soothing drink, perfect for unwinding after a long day.

Benefits

What I appreciate most about buckwheat tea is not only its unique flavour profile but also its potential health benefits. Soba-cha is known for being rich in antioxidants and nutrients, making it a great addition to a balanced diet.

As someone with a passion for exploring different teas, I highly recommend giving buckwheat tea a try if you're looking to broaden your tea-drinking horizons. It's a delightful alternative to traditional teas and offers a distinct flavour that is sure to intrigue your taste buds.

Overall, my experience with soba-cha was truly enjoyable, and I can see it becoming a regular part of my tea rotation. If you're a fellow tea enthusiast looking for something new and exciting, I suggest giving buckwheat tea a chance – you might just discover your new favourite brew.

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! Pa, Didi (Little Bro) and I celebrated Mummy's birthday at a Japanese restaurant at Marina Bay Sands. The food was absolutely divine! For appetiser, I chose sashimi, which came with incredibly fresh maguro, hamachi and sake (salmon). We ordered an additional mixed tempura to share. For my main course, I chose seabass with chives and beansprouts topped with purple potato chips. This is 1 of the best seabass dishes I've ever tasted. We also ordered an additional seabass to share. Dessert for me was fresh fruit with mochi ice cream. Whilst the food was excellent, what was most important was bonding as a family.

I decided to give the ready to eat mini meal of tuna, carrots, green beans and rice amounting to 180kcal another go out of compassion for the many Palestinians in Gaza surviving on fewer than 250kcal a day. To try and make it to the next meal, I ate this for second breakfast since it was a WFH day. My stomach was growling by lunch break, but I was glad about completing this challenge. Palestinians have endured much hardship for about 9 months now and there's no end to this genocidal war in sight. I can only imagine the extent of their hunger pangs after finishing this challenge; my prayers go out to them. This mini meal is surprisingly tasty. I'll keep it in mind for future simple breakfasts or below 250kcal challenges.

We've had some scorching afternoons; during these times, I avoid meat as much as possible. Instead, I bought smoked salmon to enjoy with cold noodles and chilled blanched vegetables. This combo is actually pretty tasty; I use somen but soba and dao xiao mian (knife cut noodles) will also work. For blanched veggies, I usually like golden mushrooms, hei mu er (wood ear mushrooms), choy sum, Nappa cabbage and bak choy. On lazy days, drained canned corn, straw mushrooms and green beans will do. Besides smoked salmon, tau kwa (firm tofu) is also a good protein alternative. Some people love their summer BBQs and power to them. I like chilled or lighter meals to combat the searing heat.

On return to office days, chilled meals are hard to find during lunch. So I have cai fan salads when the weather is extremely warm. Tofu and eggs are my protein choices and vegetables are rotated to derive maximum nutrition. Celery and cauliflower 1 day, choy sum and Chinese spinach the next, these delicious fibre bombs are easy to incorporate into daily meals. As I celebrate over 1 year of not stepping into any fastfood joints, I must express gratitude to our hawkers for making veggies taste incredible at relatively affordable prices. These meals cost $4 each; good luck finding salads sold at cafes and restaurants at even close to this price!

Times are tough. Food prices remain higher than they were pre-covid. We have 2 idiotic wars on Biden's watch. Although Palestinians are suffering tremendously as a result of this genocidal war, their resilience and ability to find little joys in life are inspiring. I'll continue to pray for them and for peace. Stay strong Gaza, thank you for inspiring me. 下次见!

[mt-shahparan]

II. (Cont.)

Almost? The muffled thud on the back of your head was confusing such; with no hostile reflex provoked. Rather pure bewilderment. Like a mother yet not aware of the grief of child's passing. The wooden thud then spread and crackled in a swift bow, like shuffling of tarot curds. Continuum of spacetime whacked into a tantrum. Sparrowed into motions and rotations. Your head was of sponge vestibules, over their pneuma Chronos baited on. Horizonscaped cessation of tarrots. Once there was a shore. Sweet mother hanged from a tree there, in the furthest right. Stand in the wet sands— where waterness of endlessness drank from starcrania. The sinks of your footsteps will not threaten anyone, the heels are in their place. On this side of earth there were none tending to see anyway. See footprints that meant to say, long legs walked from the bottom of the ocean, to here. Man out of time and its dilemma. Out not to gaze upon the water's recline; but a pint of light amidst the other side, of earthiness, buttered by rainwash daisies. And my eyes could see now, as far as the loneliest of stars scurried off to immemorial distances. But man from the bottombeach passed years. In his lapsed promenade. And only stopping at places. He stood. On fine granules. Hot asphalt and sojournful clay. Many else. His bizarre feet, like pompering sheets of musaceae, would shed their tired skins there. He stood for so long. Observe— forms of light disperse yet again. On this silent night you will not see any old man coming towards the beach in archaic steps; with worn but plumply kept hurricane. He never pleaded anyone. But there was no one here now to tell you of beach mother's wrath… Who you be? Steam of unnamed trenches? Glints of crushed ovary? Oh it is you. The remote viewing fiend! I still ask where you from in this vast stomata what are you? Your legs and your feet. I seen such thing in only you. But I must tell you. Livers off that village all caught up in their webs now. And the hermit? You stayed at his place once. Woodshedded. That porch could be where chickens loitered idly. But none, no wife even. Amiable thou no? And night descending on that isolarie came like legions. With crisp lemongrass tea and his amphibian gaze sternly. Night burst inside thee head in secret shades. I know that. I know of the tales he relayed. All but in one night. Only knowledge never grasped. Who are you? The recluse spoke not a word than necessary to villagers. Yet his creek croaked with sweats and flints on that night. Your magorial projection and your crude feet upon this land. Do you know what became of him? Fucktard. He is spousal of mushrooms. Lain on the water yes. Uphill; waterfreckles glow with a luminous intensity. Shaded by greeneries and shrooms burnt like polaroids on alcae. They will not disclose to you of his location. Nor will the fluttering gasbugs. Tried to open the pores I did! Like dried threshed pus in reverse exodus he has retreated back to pod. Sternum amphibious! You will not see him now starkly still by the banks when the moon was overhead and around cavernous foliage that oozed cicadous. Fishing. Under the forlorn tree you once seen that apparitionlike view and the stream and its vistas come let us go there oh Don't. Turn your head now you are hovering goddamned I am withering away these upscaled delevators turn them away! Turn.. I were a prisoner I were a prison I were a I were. I…..

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[wearethepotemkin]

Chicken Breasts with Mushrooms and Cream

Suprêmes de Volaille aux Champignons [Chicken Breasts with Mushrooms and Cream] from Mastering the Art of French Cooking

Frontmatter: This is an expansion of Julia, Simone, and Louisette’s master recipe for suprêmes, or chicken breasts. I keep saying “Julia says” because she became the face of this cookbook and I grew up watching her on TV, but Mastering the Art of French Cooking really was a team effort, so I’m trying to catch myself. So today it is not “Julia says,” it is the “Trois Gourmandes say.”

I’m hoping for a weeknight chicken dish that I can throw into a regular repertoire. Now, I have a particular allegiance to a chicken breast cooking method that has proven fool-proof to me, so I’m a bit reluctant to change my ways, but I do love a creamy mushroom sauce, and this cooks the both together, and is pretty fast, so if it turns out, into the rotation it shall go. But I’m wary of overcooking chicken breasts.

According to the Trois Gourmandes:

The suprême is an easy morsel to cook, but attention must be exercised to be sure it is not overdone, as even a minute too much can toughen the meat and make it dry. The flesh of a perfectly cooked suprême is white with the faintest pinky blush, its juices run clear yellow, and it is definitely juicy. Its point of doneness is easily determined as it cooks. Press the top of it with your finger; if it is still soft and yields slightly to the touch, it is not done yet. As soon as the flesh springs back with gentle resilience, it is ready. If there is no springiness, it is overcooked. (267)

That doesn’t inspire me with the greatest of confidence, so Imma use my internal meat thermometer, and try really hard to not overcook these suprêmes, but I’ll see if I can figure out their cook by touch method, and also try really hard to not Pull a Corbett, which is what I’ve started calling that thing where you forget that the meat thermometer that came out of your fucking oven is actually hot and burn the shit out of your fingers when you try to take it out. Also, like I’m using chicken breast from the store – I don’t know if it came from a 2 ½- 3-lb fryer. So I don’t know if these are the same size suprêmes as the ladies were getting in 1961, or if the recipe has been adjusted for the monster chickens we have now. I mean, I don’t buy monster chickens, but…. Look whatever, I’m using an internal meat thermometer and I’m going to cook the breast until it reaches…160. That’s my pull out of the oven temp. And so it shall be. I can’t abide overcooked chicken breast.

And I want to focus on learning the new-to-me recipe, so I’m serving with simple little boiled potatoes and broccoli or chard or peas to soak up the sauce. I’ll see what Luke wants when he gets home. (Broccoli, it turns out.)

Have you seen this ad for Cascade dishwashing liquid where the lady is like “You know that feeling of taking your dishes out of the dishwasher and they’re not clean yet?” and then the camera zooms in and she’s all holding up a dish and says “I don’t” and it’s really smug and annoying. Anyway, I’m getting that ad a lot on You Tube and I don’t much care for it.

Ok, here we go.

And I’m already confused.

Fuck.

So check it out. 

Breast of Chicken with Cream (master recipe)

For 4 people (aka, 4 breasts)

4 suprêmes ½ tsp lemon juice ¼ tsp salt Big pinch of white pepper A heavy, covered, fireproof casserole about 10 inches in diameter A round of waxed paper 10 inches in diameter and buttered on one side

4 Tb butter 

For the sauce:

¼ cup white or brown stock ¼ cup port, Madeira, or dry white vermouth

1 cup whipping cream

Salt and pepper

Lemon juice as needed

2 Tb fresh minced parsley

Chicken Breasts with Mushrooms and Cream (a variation)

5 Tb butter 1 Tb minced shallot ¼ lb diced or sliced fresh mushrooms 1/8 tsp salt

4 suprêmes and the sauce ingredients in the master recipe 

So dig: the mushroom and cream part is an expansion of the master recipe. So the mushroom part starts with 5 Tb butter, and the master recipe has 4 Tb of butter. And the instructions for the mushroom expansion have you cook the mushrooms and shallots in the 5 Tb of butter, then say “Following the master recipe, cook the suprêmes in the mushrooms and butter” (270). Then in the master recipe, which has 4 Tb of butter in it says “Heat the butter in the casserole until it is foaming. Quickly roll the suprêmes in the butter” (268).

Is it the same butter, or do I need to add another 4 Tb of butter in when I add in the chicken breasts and roll them in the new butter. Or is it like the 4 Tb of butter you were gonna use, but you need 1 Tb more because you’re cooking mushrooms in it as well. That’s what I’m going with because it just seems like 9 Tb of butter is a lot. But like “that seems like a lot of butter” is kinda the subtitle of the book.

Wait, when it says “the sauce ingredients in the master recipe” does it mean I’m not using the other ingredients in the master recipe besides the sauce? So does that mean ignore the 4 Tb of butter in it and like the lemon juice in there too?? Ladies, Trois Gourmandes I’m talking to you? One of these days that’s going to work. But today, still they are silent. Simca? Julia?

Ok, Internet?

Cool, the internet is answering.

These guys use 10 freaking Tb of butter to make this: but they’re also doubling the sauce it looks like (double the mushrooms, cream, stock, wine, etc.). Still using lemon juice.

These guys go with the 5 Tb and are still using lemon juice.

Here’s another vote for 5 Tb and still using lemon juice.

And another and still using lemon juice.

OK, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll use the 5 Tb, and I’ll see how the mushrooms look after I cook them in 5 Tb of butter. And I’ll keep a few Tb of soft butter on hand and whirl them into the sauce if it seems dry after I take the chicken out of the oven. Seems like an idea. And I’ll use the lemon juice.

Then there’s this deal with the buttered round of waxed paper. I’ll do it this time, but, I mean… You’re still putting a cover on the pan, so what is the point of the waxed paper? Is it so no condensation that drips off of the lid falls on the chicken? But like why would that matter since you’re not dealing with a crispy browned skin or anything. If you’re putting a lid on the pan, why the waxed paper? Can anyone tell me why this is a step?

Instructions

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees

2. Rub the suprêmes with drops of lemon juice and sprinkle lightly with salt and pepper.

3. Heat the butter (5 Tb) in the casserole over moderate heat until it is foaming. Stir in the minced shallots and saute a moment without browning. Then stir in the mushrooms and saute lightly for a minute or two without browning. Sprinkle with salt.

Sidebar: Yo I don’t know about the time, y’all. Julia says 6-8 minutes. I’m cooking in what she calls a casserole, which is what I call a braising dish. It is enameled cast iron and it has a lid. It took 24 minutes. That 7th picture where the chicken was definitely still raw was at 12 minute.

In the end, I still have no idea what the paper was for.

4. Quickly roll the suprêmes in the butter, lay the buttered paper over them, cover casserole and place in hot oven. After 6 minutes, press top of suprêmes with your finger. If still soft, return to oven for a moment or two. When the meat is springy to the touch it is done (I’m removing at 165 degrees). Remove the suprêmes to a warm platter and cover while making the sauce.

5. Pour the stock and wine into the casserole with the cooking butter (if there is any left, if not, add some more in now- I added one more Tb, but I don’t know that I needed to.) and boil down quickly over high heat until liquid is syrupy.

6. Stir in the cream and boil down again over high heat until cream has thickened slightly.

7. Off heat, taste carefully for seasoning and add drops of lemon juice to taste. Pour the sauce over the suprêmes, sprinkle with parsley, and serve at once.

Thoughts/ Impressions: The sauce was incredible, and the chicken breast tasted like chicken breast. It was fine, but not as juicy as the method I prefer, and I really don’t think that the chicken took up enough of the butter to warrant the method, so…. Next time I’m going to cook the breast the way I like, and meanwhile make a mushroom cream sauce. I used a tawny port, and some specialty mushrooms I got from a local mushroom farm based on their recommendation, and they were really incredible together. (Shout out to Black Forest Mushrooms.) The mushrooms were on the nutty side, and that worked really well with the sweeter port in the sauce. The sauce was the star in this dish, but was on the rich side. We kept the rest of the meal light with some boiled creamer potatoes and steamed broccoli.

Luke has a traumatic childhood memory of canned cream of mushroom soup, and was pretty wary when I said I was making a mushroom cream sauce, something he would never order himself. (Can you see the trauma? Maybe he transferred it to Water-LooLoo.) But even he said the mushroom sauce was pretty good, and that’s about as good as it gets. Cat got none.

Leftover chicken heated up nicely, but I would recommend storing leftover sauce separately so it can be gently (very very gently) reheated on the stovetop to try to keep it from breaking.

[bigtinytoys]

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