#Nacho Fry

[rabbitcruiser]

Snack a Pickle Day

Snack a Pickle Day is a day for snacking on pickles. Pickles, which usually mean pickled cucumbers when spoke of in the United States, are preserved in a brine or vinegar solution, and flavored with herbs and seasonings. The word “pickle” is derived from the Dutch word pekel, which means brine. The pickling process was invented around 1440, and many people were making pickles in their homes by the 1600’s. This was helped with the invention of the mason jar in 1858. Pickles are a low calorie food and high in vitamin K, but they may also be high in sodium. Each year Americans eat about 9 pounds of pickles.

How to Observe Snack a Pickle Day

The day should be celebrated by snacking on a pickle! Pickles can be eaten on their own or with a meal. They can be put on a hamburger,or chopped into a relish and put on a hot dog. Sometimes they are served on a stick, and sometimes they are even deep fried. There are many types of pickles to try:

Bread and butter—part of sweet family of pickles; has onions and bell peppers; sometimes have a waffle-esque shape; solution of vinegar, sugar, and spices; name comes from Omar and Cora Fanning, Illinois cucumber farmers who started selling the pickles in the early 1920’s and filed for the name in 1923; name derived from how they traded their pickles for things like bread and butter during rough years.

Cinnamon—bright red and flavored with cinnamon; sometimes a Christmas treat.

Dill—made with dill herbs or dill oil; have been served in New York City since at least 1899.

Gherkins—smaller and usually sweeter; made with Burr or West Indian cucumbers; sometimes “gherkin” is a generic term used for pickles in the U.K., Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand.

Kool-aid—soaked in kool-aid and pickle brine.

Kosher dill—dill pickle with lots of garlic in the salt brine.

Polish—somewhere between kosher dill and sour.

Sour—fermented longer in brine, which makes them sourer.

Sour mixed—sour pickles cut and mixed with other veggie such as onions, cauliflower, carrots, and peppers.

Sour relish—made with finely chopped sour pickles with other vegetables; also called “piccalili.”

Sweet—usually made with vinegar, spices, and sugar; includes sliced sweet pickles, or “cross cuts”, which are cut crosswise into chips.

Sweet mixed—sweet pickles mixed with other vegetables.

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[basement-buddy]

Warmup doodle but I’m craving curly fries

[ladysophiebeckett]

they couldn’t go with ‘armanpapi’ bc it has too much sexual connotation. ‘armandaddy’ is the right amount of cringe.

[thelovelyblark-barg]

honestly I'm trying to find humor in the tomato allergy thing because I'm just craving a bowl of spaghetti right now, but even if I get some decent gluten free noodles the sauce WILL incapacitate me for a few days.

I've always been avoidant to red sauces so I think unconsciously I've realized it made me sick I just... Didn't pay enough attention to it? White sauce pizzas are better, alfredo pastas are better, ect

the realization that tomatoes caused a good chunk of my migraines though- that made me upset because it, along with the whole celiac thing, explained how I felt after 99% of sleepovers through-out school

[loveshotzz]

I’m drunk and ordered nacho fries from Taco Bell before I go to bed because of that incredibly acted Joe Keery comercial.

[everymlmhybrid]

Can they please god please bring back the nacho fry monthly pass. I want to make that place bankrupt with it.

[jaceeverett]

"So here's the thing," he laughed, somewhat embarrassed by how ridiculous teenaged Jason had been, to be honest, "I loved to play sports, as in the whole being active thing, but I was horribly competitive and always wanted to be the star. And if I couldn't, I quit," he shrugged both shoulders sheepishly. He had given up football when he couldn't be the quarterback, had quite soccer when he wasn't as good as Kellan, got kicked off the wrestling team for pulling someone's hair, it just hadn't been in the cards for him. "Nice," he smiled sincerely when she mentioned sports, nodding his head, "got a favorite, or is it just whatever season is in and you're into?" Because that, he could understand. When she asked about food… well, that was the million dollar question, wasn't it? "Nachos," he answered after careful consideration, "as long as the sauce is hot and the chips are fresh, I feel like there are less variables that could screw things up, right?"

"Ah, so you preferred to watch over playing sports?" She asked with a grin. She always viewed Merrock as her home since she moved, but forgot people were fortunate enough to grow up with such strong ties to the community. It was shown when people showed up to support even a high school football game. "More of a big sports fan in general, have been coming to their home games for a while, and couldn't miss it today." she laughed. "But came here straight from work, otherwise wouldn't have bothered with the line. What do you think's better, the nachos, or the fries? I feel like they are the safest options."

[duskymrel]

Part 6 of TWST as my friend group quotebook

We all need to be put into a psychiatric institute. Also, as always, any line with a '^' before it was something said or done by yours truly <3

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^Jade: *sneezes*

Trey: Why do you sneeze so politely but also violently 

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^Ace: I’m pretty sure the nacho cheese at school will give me cancer

*brief pause*

Crewel, cheerfully, without a hint of sarcasm: Oh, that’s good!! 😊

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Ruggie: The urge to be an independent woman leaving my body the second I see my math score 

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Ruggie: *makes his Kahoot name “thing”*

^Leona: Ruggie you’re literally objectifying yourself. Whatever happened to feminism? 

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^Vil about to do Leona’s make-up: What's your eye shape?

Leona: Black

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Jamil, to ^Azul: I feel bad for whatever prehistoric fish evolved into whatever you are

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Idia: stop showing me ads for SEX WEED1!1!2!1‼️‼️1!1!2‼️‼️‼️1!1‼️!1!21!1!1!1

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^Epel, after Gym: Oh my SEVENS it’s hotter than Satan's sticky, sweaty, puckery asshole in here right now-

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Ace: How do they have ancient African sheet music if they didn’t have any paper

^Sebek: *Actual explanation on how people documented things without paper*

Ace: I asked that question to a group of kids and they all got so offended and called me racist

^Jack: You’re not racist, just stupid

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^Trey, to Cater over text: i’m used to seeing the amazing sunshiney person you are but you look like you air fry children in that picture

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Idia: MOTHERFUCKER HE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S "UNHOLY" QUIT KINKSHAMING HIM YOU SAD FUCK 😭😭😭

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Rollo: If God wants you to die, I won't save you. It's God's will.

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^Floyd: If I rip your dick off and shove it up your ass, is that masturbation or gay sex?

Riddle: WHAT-

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Ruggie, to ^Leona: How you got all that in the front but nothing in the back?

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Ortho (About Cater and Idia): Hey, are you two dating?

^Cater: Um, no, why? 

Ortho: You were nice to him. 

^Cater: HELLO ??!!?!?!💀

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^Azul: I’m too pretty to die 🥺

Jamil: I think your ego is killing you faster than this run ever could

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^Ace: *Bumps into somebody at the cafeteria in the morning* Oh, sorry.

^Ace: ...Nvm it’s just Deuce.

Deuce: *offended noises*

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Ace: Guys I think Riddle is going to turn into a neko catboy he’s coughing like he’s about to cough up a hairball 😭

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[rabbitcruiser]

Snack a Pickle Day

Snack a Pickle Day is a day for snacking on pickles. Pickles, which usually mean pickled cucumbers when spoke of in the United States, are preserved in a brine or vinegar solution, and flavored with herbs and seasonings. The word “pickle” is derived from the Dutch word pekel, which means brine. The pickling process was invented around 1440, and many people were making pickles in their homes by the 1600’s. This was helped with the invention of the mason jar in 1858. Pickles are a low calorie food and high in vitamin K, but they may also be high in sodium. Each year Americans eat about 9 pounds of pickles.

How to Observe Snack a Pickle Day

The day should be celebrated by snacking on a pickle! Pickles can be eaten on their own or with a meal. They can be put on a hamburger,or chopped into a relish and put on a hot dog. Sometimes they are served on a stick, and sometimes they are even deep fried. There are many types of pickles to try:

Bread and butter—part of sweet family of pickles; has onions and bell peppers; sometimes have a waffle-esque shape; solution of vinegar, sugar, and spices; name comes from Omar and Cora Fanning, Illinois cucumber farmers who started selling the pickles in the early 1920’s and filed for the name in 1923; name derived from how they traded their pickles for things like bread and butter during rough years.

Cinnamon—bright red and flavored with cinnamon; sometimes a Christmas treat.

Dill—made with dill herbs or dill oil; have been served in New York City since at least 1899.

Gherkins—smaller and usually sweeter; made with Burr or West Indian cucumbers; sometimes “gherkin” is a generic term used for pickles in the U.K., Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand.

Kool-aid—soaked in kool-aid and pickle brine.

Kosher dill—dill pickle with lots of garlic in the salt brine.

Polish—somewhere between kosher dill and sour.

Sour—fermented longer in brine, which makes them sourer.

Sour mixed—sour pickles cut and mixed with other veggie such as onions, cauliflower, carrots, and peppers.

Sour relish—made with finely chopped sour pickles with other vegetables; also called “piccalili.”

Sweet—usually made with vinegar, spices, and sugar; includes sliced sweet pickles, or “cross cuts”, which are cut crosswise into chips.

Sweet mixed—sweet pickles mixed with other vegetables.

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[girlmostlikely]

A black bean crunchwrap supreme, large nacho fry, black bean and cheese soft taco, a side of guacamole, extra fire sauce packets, a few breakfast salsa packets, and a large Baja blast zero.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Don't yuck AGSZC's yum

Genesis: Banora White apples in everything. In his stir-fry. Slices of it in his soup. Banora White soup. Banora White with rice. Banora White juice mixed in his pasta sauce. Banora White on his pizza. And Genesis is the type to put ketchup on pizza.

Sephiroth: Maple syrup and pasta. Leave him alone.

Cloud: Pickles dipped in warm milk with honey.

Sephiroth: Milk-cooked pasta with chocolate sauce. Please leave him alone.

Zack: A peanut butter- cheese-bacon-nacho chips-ham-chicken-yogurt-beef-spam-pickle-banana-and jam sandwich. Downed with an energy drink.

Sephiroth: Macaroni and cheese with jam mixed into it. Leave him alone.

Angeal: Whatever leftovers are in his fridge thrown into a giant pot because he'd rather die than let food go to waste. His favorite combinations are those that have rice, then he can use the argument that it's "just fried rice" when he has nachos, a cut up slice of pizza, shrimp and two kinds of pasta in the pot.

Sephiroth: Lasagna but one layer is cake because he needs to feel alive. Leave him alone.

[silverstonesainz-archive]

gonna spam u, hope ur ready x

“this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.” + daniel ricciardo

brainrotting over daniel in that green suit. pls.

nacho fries (dr3) ─── confessions in the back corner of a taco bell

daniel sits across you in the corner of the taco bell, the two more buttons of his white button up undone and showing off his chest. his emerald jacket hangs on your shoulders, keeping you warm. a half eaten taco, with most of it’s filling on the tray, sits between daniel’s slender fingers, the boy not even caring that his taco was basically empty. you munch on nacho fries, watching amused as he finishes the last of the hard shell.

“that was so good.” he gushes, licking his fingers. 

“daniel, seventy-five percent of your taco is on the tray…. what exactly did you enjoy?”

he picks at your fries, popping one in his mouth and chucking the other at you. you giggle, picking up the fry on your lap and throwing it back. the taco bell is empty, only a few patrons coming and walking out. the soft hum of crap new york radio plays in the background, can’t take my eyes off of you buzzing in between the static. daniel takes another one of your fries, and swat his hand away. 

“thanks for coming with me,” he says between bites, “i really didn’t wanna do all this on my own.” 

“you’re never really alone daniel, when you really think about it.” 

“no i know, but i mean with people i like.” 

he says it so nonchalantly, says it as he takes another one of your fries. daniel stop, you say. you can feel your heart do flips beneath your chest, the butterflies erupting in your stomach. you hold back a smile, hiding behind another bite of fries. 

“well, you’re welcome. i love traveling, especially with you.” 

he doesn’t flinch, he just smiles over at you, like what you said was the most natural thing in the world. “sounds like you’re flirting with me, doll.” 

he’s teasing you, seemingly unknowing that you were. you feel your cheeks turn red, you can hear your heart in your head. 

“well… i have been trying to do that for three years now.” 

his hand stops mid way to take another fry. you see it, the way his cheeks begin to turn pink underneath his tan, the way his lips are parted but the words are caught in his throat. but there’s an unmistakable curve to his lips, a positive reaction to your words. you pick at a fry, reaching over to place it between his teeth. he bites down with a smile, pulling it from your grip. 

there aren’t any words exchanged after that. just his hand on yours across the table, his thumb stroking the back of your hand while he finishes the rest of your fries. and you let him.

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

[scrivenger-grimgar]

Oh.

finally watched the new dungeon meshi episode and i crave fluffy pancakes

[forkfulofflavor]

Italian Nachos Delight Experience a delightful twist on classic nachos with a savory Italian flair. Perfect for sharing or enjoying solo! Ingredients 1 Package Wonton Wrappers cut into triangles (slice in half diagonally) 1 pound Ground Italian Pork Sausage 1 Pepperoni, sliced 1 cup Shredded Mozzarella Cheese ½ cup Shredded Pepper Jack Cheese Pepperoncini or Banana Peppers ½ cup Marinara Sauce for dipping Vegetable or Canola Oil for frying Instructions Cook the Italian sausage over medium-high heat for about 8 minutes, then set aside. Cut the wonton wrappers in half diagonally to form triangles. In another pan, heat vegetable oil over medium-high heat. Once the oil is hot, working in batches, add the wonton triangles to the pan. Fry for about 2 minutes on each side until golden brown. Remove from the pan and lay them on paper towels to absorb excess oil. On a baking sheet, create a layer of crispy wonton chips. Top with pepper jack cheese, crumbled Italian sausage, sliced pepperoni, pepperoncini, and finish with mozzarella cheese on top. Bake in a preheated oven at 375? for 5 minutes, or until the cheese is melted and bubbly. Serve immediately with marinara sauce for dipping.

[karizard-ao3]

Eren and Mikasa in the kiss cam?

Hello, anon! Thank you for your patience! I wanted to write a drabble for this and it took me some time to decide on the scenario. Without further ado, I present...

Eren and Mikasa in the Kiss Cam

“So what’s going on between you and that hottie sitting next to you?” Hitch asked as she came out of the stall and joined Mikasa at the sink to wash her hands. She’d gotten free hockey tickets at work, so that’s what they were doing for girl’s night this week.

Mikasa blushed. “He just shared his nachos with me and we talked a little bit,” she said. “He bought me a beer.”

“Oh?” said Hitch, waggling her eyebrows.

Mikasa’s blush deepened. “He is pretty cute, isn’t he?”

“I’ll say!” said Hitch.

“I kind of want to give him my number,” said Mikasa, covering her face with her hands. “I don’t know! I’m too shy!”

“Do it!” said Hitch. “You should make a move. Kiss him.”

Mikasa gasped. She was the color of a ripe cherry now. “What if he isn’t into me, though? What if he’s just being nice?”

Hitch scoffed. “There is no way he’s just being nice when he’s checking you out every two seconds. I’ve been keeping my eye on you both. He wants it.”

Mikasa squeaked and shook her head. “I don’t know if I can make the first move.”

Hitch rolled her eyes, shaking the excess water off her hands and grabbing a paper towel. “You need to grow a pair, Mikasa. What’s your seat number?”

Mikasa pulled her ticket stub out of her pocket and showed her. 

“Okay, I’ll meet you back there. I have to go do something first,” said Hitch.

“What are you going to do?” Mikasa asked.

“Just stuff!” Hitch said, sounding annoyed as she pushed open the bathroom door. “I’ll meet you back at the seats.”

“Okay…” said Mikasa, following her out into the hallway, then parting ways to head back toward their section alone.

“Where’s Hitch?” Sasha whispered when Mikasa sidled her way past her towards her seat.

“She wouldn’t tell me,” said Mikasa.

“Probably getting up to something evil,” said Annie, popping  a french fry in her mouth.

“I’m going to text her and ask her to bring me a slice of pizza,” said Sasha, getting out her phone. 

“You just ate two hot dogs and a custard,” said Annie.

“I’m still hungry,” said Sasha.

Mikasa chuckled at them and continued past them to her seat, right between the absent Hitch and the brown-haired, green-eyed stranger who had introduced himself as Eren.

“Hey, you’re back,” he grinned, twisting towards her as she sat down. 

“Did I miss anything good?” she asked, returning his grin with a shy smile.

“There was almost a fight,” said Eren, leaning on the armrest dividing their chairs. “But only almost. So, no. You didn’t miss out on anything… unless you missed me?”

Mikasa’s face, which had just finally gone back to its normal color, turned pink again. Her mind raced for a flirty response. What would Hitch say in her shoes? Ah! “I was counting down the seconds until we could be together again, Eren,” she teased.

Now it was his turn to blush. “Uh… Cool,” he said, with a breathless laugh. “I was… uh… I’m glad you’re back, too.”

The guy with the buzzcut who was sitting next to him elbowed him in the arm. “Smooth,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Eren glared at him. “Fuck off, Connie!”

Connie rolled his eyes again and returned his attention to the game.

Eren turned back to Mikasa. “Um, so… Uh…” He tapped on his knees. “After the game, um…”

“Yes?” said Mikasa, biting her lip.

Eren stared at her for a moment, taking a series of progressively deeper breaths before he finally said, “The crowds can be pretty bad, so be careful on your way out to the parking lot.”

Mikasa’s shoulders slumped. “Okay,” she said.

Eren gritted his teeth, glancing at Connie, who was snickering under his breath. He scowled and slouched back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “I mean, I’ll walk you out,” he said to Mikasa. “Make sure no one bumps into you.”

She brightened. “Okay,” she said.

“So… just stay close to me,” he said, straightening up a little bit. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“Okay,” said Mikasa, scoring a conversational hat trick. “Thank you.”

Eren chanced a glance at her. “It’s my pleasure,” he said, swallowing hard. “And then, maybe, if you want…”

“Oh my god, it’s a kiss cam!” Sasha squealed.

“Huh?” said Eren, his head swinging towards the jumbotron. Mikasa turned, too.

The screen was now framed in pink, with a heart cutout revealing the camera’s view. An older couple gave each other a peck on the lips and waved at everyone before the image cut to another couple, who laughed and shook their heads, making X’ing motions with their hands. When the camera didn’t pan away, the woman kissed her fingertips and patted it onto the man’s temple. The image cut to a little boy and his mom. He shouted, pointing up at himself with delight, then turned and hugged his mom, who squeezed him tight and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Mikasa giggled. “Oh my gosh, can you imagine being put on the spot like… Oh…” she trailed off, her stomach lurching. That was her face on the screen now. And, framed inside the heart with her, Eren. He was frozen beside her, his hands gripping his armrests. When she saw him unfreeze and turn to her on the screen, she turned to him in real life.

“Uh…” he said with an awkward laugh. “So… If you’re cool with it…” He turned his face and tapped on his cheek.

Mikasa glanced back up at the screen, biting her lip, then looked back at Eren. You need to grow a pair, Hitch’s disembodied voice commanded. Mikasa sucked in a breath as she took Eren’s chin and turned his face back towards hers. She tapped her lips. “If you’re cool with it…” she started to say, but his mouth was already on hers, his hand slipping around the back of her head and tangling in her hair. She grabbed his shoulders, kissing him back amid a stadium full of whoops and catcalls. They parted to take a breath, then dove back in.

“Uh, you can stop now. The kiss cam is over,” said Annie. “It’s been over for a while.”

“You horny freaks,” said Sasha, as Mikasa and Eren separated, panting and disoriented. 

Mikasa smoothed out her hair, glancing around, shame-faced. “Sorry,” she said, but everyone was watching the game again. She bit her lip and looked at Eren. He was staring at her, starry-eyed. 

“We usually go get food after the game if you want to come,” he said. “But, like, we can ditch everyone else and just go by ourselves.” He blushed. “If you want.”

“I do,” said Mikasa, as Hitch finally returned to her seat.

“Cool!” said Eren, grinning from ear-to-ear, then turning to his friends. “Hey, I’m going to go hang out with Mikasa after the game so you can all go fuck yourselves and eat without me.”

Hitch leaned towards Mikasa. “What’s that?” she said. “You made out with a guy in front of everyone and now you’re going on a date with him? Hmmm… It’s lucky you ended up on that kiss cam, I guess, or you never would have made a move.” She smirked.

Mikasa’s eyes widened. “Hitch!” she hissed.

“What?” Hitch asked, tossing her hair.

Mikasa studied her for a moment. “Nothing,” she said, turning back to the game and Eren. She was right.

The end.