#YOU COOKED SQUIDGY

[joffyworld]

HSUHDHEHS AMAZING SQUIDGY THANK YOU THIS IS SO CUTE

✧.*So we putting them in a bunny suit now?*.✧

Made the full page horribly out of order. So I've cropped it in order for y'all.

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The crown was hopping the suit would lead to something but it never did. It was a bit stupid to encourage them to do this in the middle of winter. Although tbh Narinder's probably more into them with wool, more fluffy.

[goatcheesecak3]

Can you write dad bod adam?

I absolutely can write that for you anon <3 and thank you so so so much for being my first Adam request!!

Also, merry Christmas if you celebrate it, if not, then have a wonderful winter anyways!

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x gn!reader - dad bod/chubby Adam hcs

Includes: fluff, slight allusion to NSFW but nothing explicit.

1) after the whole jigsaw thing, Adam didn't really eat much and somehow managed to get even skinnier than he already was.

2) you took it upon yourself to try and encourage him to eat more, always stopping by with food or preparing small microwavable meals for him to heat up each night. This gradually evolved into you coming over and cooking full meals for him, and on Fridays you'd bring some sort of sweet treat for dessert- his favourite was always your homemade millionaires shortbread because Adam has a real sweet tooth.

3) after a few months of you taking care of him, the two of you admit your feelings for one another and begin dating. Not too long after that, Adam moves in with you.

4) after living with you for a while, and being fed properly, Adam has gained a bit of weight. His previously stick thin arms are chubby and absolutely adorable. Your favourite thing to do is snuggle up next to him and just cuddle one of his arms tightly. He's gotten a fair bit more tubby on his stomach, and his soft and squidgy tummy is absolutely the cutest thing you've ever seen.

5) occasionally Adam gets insecure about his new physique, and tells you he's thinking of "trying to get rid of his stomach", to which you always reply with "that stomach isn't going anywhere except resting on my back" with a suggestive wink. That particular comment never fails to make him blush and pounce on you with a flattered and excited grin.

6) you don't just love Adam's dad bod because it's sexy, you love it because it's a reflection of how far he's come. He's healthy and well fed, and feels safe enough to eat as much as he likes without having to worry about when the next meal is gonna come in. He's happy, handsome and healthy, and you couldn't ask for anything more.

A/n hope you enjoyed this! This was such a cute suggestion!

Replies and reblogs are very much appreciated! I thrive on your validation lmao

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[wolffyluna]

So. Um. Yesterday. I impulse bought a rabbit?

...not a live one, I should specify.

You see. I feel ethically squidgy about eating meat but also, I am Australian and however I feel about animal deaths, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and that means rabbits gotta get hunted. But I feel bad about that meat going to waste.

So I went into the speciality butcher asking if they had any hunted rabbit, expecting to be told no.

I didn't think this through. I didn't know how to cook rabbit. I had to frantically google and realise that rabbit is apparently a hard meat to cook, and I don't even know how to cook meat.

I also only realised it was frozen after i chopped all the vegetables so I kinda. Sawed it in half. And then put one half back in the fridge and the other in the microwave to defrost. And then I stewed it in a rice cooker, because I had to add to the insanity.

Anyway! I made rabbit stew yesterday, and it was tasty and I did not poison myself! My technique so needs refining, and I won't be able to eat it often because expensive + "even if hunted rabbit is the meat I'm most ethically okay with..." but still. NOM.

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

A Long-awaited Fanfic Cooking Update

At last! I’m at home, where I have access to an oven (and promptly held a 6 course dinner party with my sister for our parents) to make @everybodyshusband’s brownies! I’ve been promising these for months, and I hope you, Mountain and Aeon will approve of these… (even if I didn’t add chocolate drizzle or sprinkles!)

Mushy May (2023) Chapter 22: Teaching a skill

“Alright, all we have to do is follow this recipe and then in about an hour, we’ll have some delicious brownies for you to eat. Are you ready?”

I can’t promise these will take an hour, but they’re certainly worth it! My sister and I added chunks of ours to homemade ice cream (hence the destroyed slab of brownie) and dare I say it’s better than a certain name brand…

Recipe is from BBC Good Food, “Best Ever Chocolate Brownies”, and might make 90% of your kitchen equipment dirty (I think minimum 3 mixing bowls plus a chopping board?) but it’s WORTH IT if you like brownies that are almost fudge. Only thing I’d say is the cooking time is probably more like 40 mins than 25, but they really are obscenely good.

[makemoneyonline1212]

Easy chocolate molten cakes

Ingredients

100g butter, plus extra to grease

100g dark chocolate, chopped

150g light brown soft sugar

3 large eggs

½ tsp vanilla extract

50g plain flour

single cream, to serve

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Method

STEP 1 Heat oven to 200C/180C fan/gas 6. Butter 6 dariole moulds or basins well and place on a baking tray.

STEP 2 Put 100g butter and 100g chopped dark chocolate in a heatproof bowl and set over a pan of hot water (or alternatively put in the microwave and melt in 30 second bursts on a low setting) and stir until smooth. Set aside to cool slightly for 15 mins.

STEP 3 Using an electric hand whisk, mix in 150g light brown soft sugar, then 3 large eggs, one at a time, followed by ½ tsp vanilla extract and finally 50g plain flour. Divide the mixture among the darioles or basins.

STEP 4 You can now either put the mixture in the fridge, or freezer until you're ready to bake them. Can be cooked straight from frozen for 16 mins, or bake now for 10-12 mins until the tops are firm to the touch but the middles still feel squidgy.

STEP 5 Carefully run a knife around the edge of each pudding, then turn out onto serving plates and serve with single cream.

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@xxgothchatonxx I MADE A MURDERER OF THE WEEK, EVERYONE APPLAUD!!!!🩰

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@xxgothchatonxx​ bestie, I kinda love this one. Translations below the cut! I realize that I’m far more poetic in Spanish.

EDIT: Holy FUCK I found the gifset that inspired this! THANK YOU, @amatesura!

You’re here, we’re talking, but it’s not like how it was. You’re here with glass & white & this place is so...sad. You’re here, but you’re not here. Not like how it always was, not like how it was before. You’re here, I can be here with you but we can’t have the same connection we once had. I can be here, sitting here, & this is the closest I can be. I can’t be with you. By your side, in your arms, talking, reading, I don’t know...cooking! You feel so...like a ghost. Like a memory. If I can’t hug you, it’s as if you aren’t even here.

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How am I just now noticing that he put EYEBALLS in the Osso Buco as a GARNISH? I don’t think you need anything squidgy on that plate for some textural component, Hannibal!

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[thewitches-lovenest]

Pumpkin and sage souffle recipe

Ingredients

250g pumpkin or squash, peeled, deseeded and cut into 2cm cubes

a small handful of sage leaves

1 tbsp olive oil

10g butter, melted, to grease

15g fresh white breadcrumbs

2 medium eggs, separated

For the cheese sauce

10g plain flour

10g butter

200ml whole milk

30g grated cheese

Salt and pepper to taste

Directions

•     Preheat the oven to 200°C, fan 180°C, gas 6. Put the pumpkin or squash and sage leaves in a roasting tin, drizzle with the oil and roast for 25-30 minutes until tender and slightly golden. Blitz the roasted pumpkin including the sage in a food processor until smooth or simply mash with a fork. Spread out the mixture on a plate to cool.

•      Meanwhile, brush the insides of 4 x 300ml ovenproof ramekins, mugs, teacups or with the butter and sprinkle with the breadcrumbs so the insides are thoroughly coated – this helps the soufflés to rise well.

•      To make the cheese sauce, melt the butter in a pan, add the flour and mix. Cook for 1-2 minutes. Take the pan off the heat and slowly add the milk, whisking as you go. Once the milk has been incorporated, return the pan to the heat and gently simmer, stirring for about 8 minutes. The sauce should start to thicken. After the 8 minutes, add the grated cheese and season with salt and pepper. Remove the pan from the heat and just let the cheese melt. 

•      Tip the cheese sauce into a large bowl. Stir in the egg yolks and cooled mashed pumpkin or squash, and season to taste.

•      In a clean bowl, whisk the egg whites until they are just holding their shape, then carefully fold into the pumpkin mixture.

•      Divide the mixture equally between the ramekins so it comes about 2cm below the tops. Put the ramekins on a baking sheet and bake in the oven for 20-25 minutes until well risen but still a bit squidgy in the centre. Serve straight away.

[airyairyaucontraire]

Isn’t the fundamental disconnect here that Germans (and many non-Americans all over the world) are eating soft-boiled eggs hot while Americans are eating hard-boiled eggs cold and assume that’s what we’re talking about? You don’t hold a freshly cooked soft-boiled egg in your hand, you’d burn your fingers. You don’t take the whole shell off, it’ll fall apart and the yolk will gloop out. You cut the top off (or crack the top and peel some bits of the broken shell off, which is fiddlier but some people swear it’s the only right way because they are frankly lunatics) and scoop out the inside with a small spoon. It’s squidgy and yummy. You can dip strips of toast in the runny egg yolk.

[lonelyyinchicago]

giving sirius the childhood he deserves part 4

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?”

remus choked as he entered the kitchen, smoke obscuring his view.

“sirius? sirius are you in here?”

out of the window above the sink, remus could make out the faint figure of his boyfriend waving a pan in the middle of the garden.

bursting out of the back door, remus headed towards the still burning food.

“what are you doing?”

sirius turned to face his boyfriend, revealing his ridiculous oven gloves.

“i was trying to make you something nice for our anniversary, but it didn’t really go to plan.”

“yes i can see that.”

sirius sat down on the grass defeatedly.

“i just wanted to do something special and you’re always the one that cooks and i-i don’t want to keep going to restaurants.”

remus wrapped a slender arm around sirius’ shoulders.

“well i can teach you if you like.”

sirius sniffed and shook his head.

“it’s okay, i already made a back-up reservation made at the italian anyway.”

remus planted a light kiss on sirius’ head, before helping him to his feet and leading him back inside.

“remus?”

“when did you learn to cook?”

“don’t do this, love.”

“you learnt with your mum, didn’t you?”

remus exhaled shakily and nodded ever so slightly. sirius swore and slammed the dish he was still holding on the counter. remus jumped and started to move towards his boyfriend, who left the room with tears in his eyes.

after a couple of minutes of deliberation in the middle of the kitchen, remus pulled a handful of recipe books off the shelf and headed upstairs.

he pushed the door open gently his gaze instantly falling to sirius, who was staring up at the ceiling blankly, tear stains still visible on his cheeks. he sat up as remus joined him on the bed.

“i didn’t mean to shout. i jus-”

remus reached out to gently run his thumb over sirius’ cheek.

“it’s okay. look, i brought these up so maybe we can go through them and we can a pick a couple of dishes to make together?”

sirius smiled up at remus, reaching for the closest book.

“can we make a birthday cake?”

“sure. for who?”

“for regulus. he’s obviously never had one so maybe?”

“i-yeah. why don’t we invite him and james for dinner and do the cake as dessert?”

“okay, i’ll ring them now so they keep next sunday free.”

remus nodded and began writing out a shopping list, including additional quantities in preparation for the disaster that would likely take place.

sirius burst back into room with a smile - “they’re coming!”

—

remus woke up and rolled over to check the time.

“sirius! sirius, wake up, it’s half nine!”

sirius sat up and pushed his hair back behind his ear.

“so? they’re not coming till seven.”

“but how are we supposed to let chicken marinate for five hours and then cook it and then put the cake in and have it all ready in time? get up!”

remus ripped the duvet off the bed, earning an exclamation from sirius who flinched at the sudden cold.

by the time sirius got down to the kitchen, remus already had measured the ingredients for the chicken pie. the kettle boiled and sirius went to pour himself a cup of coffee but remus swatted his hand away.

“that’s for the pastry - you can’t drink it.”

sirius looked around and shrugged.

“where’s the book? with the instructions.”

“i don’t have one for this pie - it’s just my mum’s recipe. it’s in here” remus said tapping the side of his head, accidentally leaving a flour mark.

sirius giggled as remus shook his head, realising his mistake.

“okay what can i do?” sirius asked, reaching across the counter to prod the ball of pastry remus kneading.

“well not that. but you can make the marinade if you want. it’s super easy just put-”

remus reeled off a list of spices half of which sirius had never heard of and even didn’t know they had in their cupboards.

“-and put it in the same bowl as those pieces of chicken over there. then just mix it all together, but make sure the chicken is properly covered - it might be okay easier to use your hands because spoons often miss a bit.”

it felt like a tonne of information but sirius nodded anyway.

“it’s so squidgy!” he squealed, quickly retracting his hands.

“NO!”

remus lunged across the room as sirius went to lick his finger.

“what?”

“it-that’s raw chicken! do you want to die?”

“die? remus i-”

“sorry i didn’t mean to be so aggressive but-”

“you have my express permission to be aggressive if you’re about to save my life” sirius assured him.

remus nodded and turned back to the pastry tin he was lining and brushing over with an egg wash.

“baby?” sirius asked tentatively, not wanting to question remus’ methods or experience, “why have you made the pastry so early if the chicken has to sit around for a few hours?”

“it has to be cooked once before, and then we’ll add the chicken and the pastry lid and then cook it properly.”

“oh okay.”

sirius hoisted himself onto the counter and sat quietly watching remus’ eyebrows get closer and closer together as he cut small leaf shapes out often excess pastry.

“you okay?” remus asked once he’d put the pastry in the oven.

sirius nodded, fiddling with the punnet of strawberries that were on the side.

“can we make the cake now?”

“let’s wash this stuff up first before the mess becomes too unbearable.”

sirius rolled his eyes.

“but that’s so boring.”

remus’ eyes flashed up at him and he sighed as he jumped off the counter to collect the dirty cutlery. with the draining board now full, remus turned to face sirius, pushing a handful of bubbles into his face.

“hey!” sirius spluttered, picking up his own bubbles to smear across remus’ cheeks.

remus smiled, the soap dripping into his mouth. he blew a kiss in his boyfriend’s direction, the bubbles floating down in between them. sirius grinned as remus turned away to open the recipe book to a chocolate cake.

“cakes are pretty easy” remus explained. “you throw everything in one bowl, mix it and put it in the oven. no! stop! not literally throw.”

“it makes it more fun. let me throw one egg - just one.”

“it has to go in the bowl, okay?”

“no promises” sirius said with a wink.

he picked up the biggest egg he could find and launched it at the bowl remus was holding up. it caught the edge of the glass bowl, and as the yolk split, some of it hit remus.

“right, you’ve had your fun, now come and wipe it up so we can finish this on time.”

sirius raised his eyebrow at remus’ sharp tone: “yes sir.”

remus stuck his tongue out as he crouched down to take the pastry out of the oven. he quickly covered the base in the chicken and put the lid on top. returning the pie to the oven, remus stood back up to continue making the cake batter.

“it says here” sirius said as he watched remus add cocoa powder, “that i should lick the spoon.”

remus snorted.

“does it really?”

“mhmm.”

“well i guess we’d better follow the instructions then” remus said as sirius’ eyes glowed.

“this tastes so good, moony!”

“well you can’t have any more” remus said, moving the bowl out of sirius’ reach, “or there won’t be any left to actually go in the oven.”

“oh” sirius said with a hint of disappointment.

“it’ll taste better once it’s actually cooked.”

sirius screwed up his nose in disbelief, but put his dirty spoon in the sink anyway.

“can you wash the strawberries please?” remus asked as he started to weigh out more chocolate for the icing.

“what strawberries?”

“the ones that were on the si- DID YOU FUCKING EAT THEM?”

“i saved some for you” sirius said sheepishly, holding out two single berries. “okay i’ll go to the shop quickly. be back soon.”

leaving a small kiss on remus’ cheek, sirius left.

the doorbell rang just as the oven timer went off. rushing to find the oven gloves to take the pie out of the oven, remus noticed the bottle of wine on the side that hadn’t been put in the fridge to chill.

rolling his eyes, he carefully pushed the pie out of its baking tin and answered the door.

regulus stood on the doorstep with james’ arms thrown casually over his shoulders.

“happy birthday!”

regulus smiled as remus let them in. sirius suddenly appeared behind them holding four packets of strawberries.

“what?” he said indignantly as all three of them looked at him. “i didn’t know how many we’d need.”

“i-okay” remus said, as they all headed into the kitchen.

the evening passed quickly as sirius rushed the pie to get the cake to the table. regulus pretended to coverhis ears as they sang at him terribly. with james’ head on his shoulder, regulus slapped his hand over his boyfriend’s mouth so he could blow the candles out by himself. james bit at his fingers and regulus crinkled up his nose.

as regulus cut the cake sirius watched his brother’s expression carefully, taking in the slight colour change in his cheeks. eventually regulus was unable to hide it any longer, and his smile spread uncontrollably across his face. he looked up across the table at sirius, who nodded, matching regulus’ smile.

“you were wrong, you know,” sirius mumbled to remus, with his slice of cake in front him, “it does not taste better cooked.”

[catwithaknife]

i just made a delicious stew and it’s super easy and balanced and affordable so i’m gonna post it here!

chickpea stew

vegan, gluten free, low histamine

serves 3 for a light lunch or 2 if you’re hungry

ingredients

~400g chickpeas (i use a 420g can)

150g quinoa or 250g rice

400ml coconut cream

300g pumpkin

300g brown onion

300g bell pepper

150g kale

1 spring onion

as much minced garlic as your heart desires (i won’t try to limit you)

whatever seasoning you want - spicy stuff is high in histamine so i use sweet paprika, mixed italian herbs, salt, and pepper

olive oil

directions

put quinoa/rice in a saucepan with boiling water and cook on medium heat for 10 mins

put onions and garlic in a separate saucepan with oil and salt and cook on medium heat

when the onions start browning, add vegetables, chickpeas, coconut cream, and seasoning

add quinoa/rice once it’s mostly cooked

abandon it on medium heat until everything is soft and squidgy (10-15 mins)

enjoy!

i grow my own spring onions and get the rest of the vegetables pre-chopped in the frozen aisle bc i don’t have the energy to cook otherwise. australia has a high cost of living so this costs me about $3.25 per serving, which is really good value for something super yummy with a complete protein, lots of veg, and a legume!

[pearlescentttttt]

Bleeding heart, september flower and golden rod please ☺️

bleeding heart: what makes you heart go mushy?

Oh, fully and completely, words do. I think it took me a long time to realize this, but COVID especially made me realize just how squidgy in the best way words can make me. I started writing letters to friends and I felt like my heart couldn’t handle how good it felt. Honorable mentions- soft touches that turn needy, dogs as they dream, really nice lipsticks, and music recommendations.

september flower: are you more of a sunshine or sunset person?

Sunshine in the sunrise. I don’t see the sunrise often, but if I do, it’s on purpose and the sun and the light returning and the colors reappearing from blacks and blues to greens and peaches and whites- oof- too good.

golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook?

I am more of a cook. I dance around to sixties pop, drink a glass of wine, and become an absolute menace in the kitchen while cooking dinners. I make an absolute mess and have the absolute best time. One of my love languages has to be dinner parties. I fucking love to cook for and feed my friends, partly selfishly, I think, because I love to show off how good I am at cooking. But also, like feeding my friends that I love and taking care of them and then having the best conversations about life and books and weird questions like ‘is the soul immortal?’ over food I cooked, like it doesn’t get sweeter than that.

[missmeltycat]

PLEASE give us some personal GB headcanons - about your oc too

Oooh, this might be fun! Though, I’ll base them on a more modern era, rather than in the past just for fun.

Ray Stantz

Probably a weeb. Lat’s face it, he likes comics. I can only assume he would love anime too.

Is actually really good at illustration. It probably comes from engineering sketches and the like.

Has a waifu pillow. One he illustrated himself. Is perfectly fine with people knowing too, he feels no shame in it. Probably even offers to make some for the other guys. Has to convince Egon by saying it’s great for spinal alignment when sleeping.

PLUSHIES! EVERYWHERE!

Attends cons.  Has a secret collection of cosplay photos from them posing next to celebrities.

Probably binge watches shows due to his love of TV. Particularly enjoys period dramas when people aren’t looking. Cries. Eats ice cream under a duvet as he binges the episodes.

Way too sweet when it comes to love. Way too considerate to the point nothing probably happens, because he’s always asking if the other person is OK.

Collects Transformers and other old vintage toys. Likes to fix them up.

Dad bod, but with firm muscle structure. Can lift pretty heavy stuff.

Loves to cook. Isn’t the best cook.

Peter Venkman

Absolutely wants to steal Ray’s waifu pillow. Probably does. Ray ends up offering to make some for him. He ends up with several that stay in his bed around him. Every night he sings Mambo Number 5 to himself.

Serial womaniser to the point he probably has a lot of love children floating around and doesn’t even know it.

Collects nude pictures and tapes pics of the faces of women he likes to the bodies. He calls them his ‘secret love pictures’ if ever found out.

Actually has a genuine soft spot for Janine, but she intimidates him a bit, so never acts on it despite flirting occasionally.

Likes limelight, but hates the responsibility, so often gets overwhelmed.

The idea of marriage actually scares him.

With regards to love, he’s a free spirit. He’s confident and can back up his words, which can be infuriating at times, as the other individual would probably hate ever telling him so for fear of boosting his already massive ego.

Secretly likes soaps. Will punch you in the eye if you ever told anyone.

Athletic build, but not ridiculously so.

Probably plays Pokemon Go.

Egon Spengler

Struggles with social cues and relies on his team members to help him out with them.

Is not so much a-sexual, but more overly focused to the point that it takes over every single other thing in his life.

May be prone to flights of sudden heroism or whims based on adrenaline rushes. This may include amorous actions. He will regret it afterwards and feel extremely guilty.

Ray’s offer of a waifu pillow would scare him, but may be eventually convinced.

Absolutely loves culture. Art, theatre, museums. 

While not vain, he spends a long time on his hair. Sometimes more than Peter.

Reasonably built.

Wears a shower cap in the shower.

Usually dislikes junk food and will remind people of the dangers of consuming too much, but has a soft spot for ice-cream and hot dogs, despite knowing what goes into them.

Will babble when nervous.

Loves his family, but boy do they stress him out. Emotional and social awkwardness probably resulted from the treatment of his parents.

Winston Zeddemore

Probably ends up as a little league coach. Let’s face it, he’d be perfect.

Effortless ladies man. Treats them like respect. This earns some ire from Peter.

Collects baseball memorabilia. Even has signed hot dog boxes and soda cups.

Will try to go to every game he can, when not working.

Enjoys music. Though, his tastes are very different to everyone else's. Probably a secret metal fan.

Athletic build, but actually so. Not like Peter who is slightly squidgy by comparison. 

Enjoys comedies. Sometimes dirty comedy which he will laugh loudly over. Egon doesn’t really like that all too much.

Can drive like a beast! 

Collects murder mystery books and binges murder mystery shows on TV. Probably loves Unsolved Mysteries.

Secret online gamer. Particularly shooters and horror games.

Secretly an absolute softie when it comes to love. He wants to settle down.

Janine Melnitz

Has zero tolerance for sexism. She’s seen and heard it all and she sure as heck won’t allow it on her watch.

Wishes there was more oestrogen in the team.

Has great stamina, despite not looking as if she does. Can outrun a few of the main team and can lift some heavy stuff.

Has probably held some pretty rubbish jobs in the past. This one is a breeze in comparison.

Is actually a good cook. When she can be bothered. Her fridge in her apartment is probably full of take out boxes.

Loves going out on the town, especially if she gets to drag Egon with her. She sees them as a date, but he never does. She doesn’t care about that, she just enjoys her time with him.

Probably enjoys glam rock.

Has a jealous streak that she tries to keep in check. sometimes struggles to.

Feels a little left out when they guys go on assignments. But she doesn’t really gel well with the work they do. She wishes there was a nice middle ground she could help with.

Actually finds Ray’s waifu pillows quite cute.

Wishes people would at least STACK THE DISHWASHER PROPERLY!

Actually likes Slimer and hates how Peter treats him. Even if he can be a pain in the rear.

Rae Taylor (OC, as requested)

Her name gets amusingly confusing for the team. It makes for entertainment. They’ve taken to calling her Rae-Rae so they can distinguish between the two.

Works out a lot. Can be seen lifting weights on occasion. Buff, well formed muscle structure in her arms, back and legs. Can lift heavy objects. Sometimes lifts Peter and scares the patootie out of him. 

Absolutely not scientifically minded and worries she’s not cut out to be part of the team because of it. She’s just the muscle, as it were. Point at it and she’ll shoot it.

Not gifted at maths at all.

OK at cooking. Sometimes likes to help Ray out and fixes some of his mistakes while he’s not looking and giving him all the credit when people enjoy it.

Gets on OK with Peter, but she hates his flirting and will retort by means of lifting him by his collar, shoving him away onto his butt, or just leaving the room when he starts.

Will defend her team fiercely though.

Enjoys Slimer’s antics. Especially when it’s aimed at Peter. 

Once tried to create an ant farm in a plastic inflatable air bed to see if it would work. It didn’t. She still feels guilty about it.

Has to sleep in a silk hair cap or else her hair goes unimaginably frizzy. Peter tries to steal it on occasion for his hair earning him a sliming.

Child at heart. Enjoys playing around.

Loves ghosts and respects no matter how bad they can get, to the point of asking if it’s really necessary to bust them. Sometimes it can hinder the job. But her intent is genuine.

[whump-it]

Sunday Roast A-La Whump-it!!!

Here we go! My little tutorial for how to make a rockin' Sunday roast chicken with all the trimmings, and gravy so good you could drink it!

Here's what you'll end up with!

How to make it below the cut!

Please note that I never measure! Everything is eyeballed and just learnt from years of making.

What you'll need:-

1 whole chicken

Salt and pepper

Gravy browning

Eggs (2 eggs makes about 6 little Yorkshire puddings)

Chicken stock cube

Plain flour

Milk

Carrots

Broccoli

Parsnips

Potatoes

White cabbage

White onion

Dried mixed herbs

Smoked streaky bacon

Little sausages

Vegetable oil

Slice of bread for breadcrumbs

Roasting tray

Roasting tin with lid

Deep muffin tray

What you'll do:-

First off, preheat your oven to 180°c and make sure there's enough room in between your oven racks to fit your roasting tin in!

Make your Yorkshire pudding mix and gravy mix first then set it to one side. Gravy is easy.  Get a nice big dessert spoon and put a couple of heaped spoons of flour in a dish.  Crumble in a stock cube and season with pepper.  Then add water until you get a nice lump-free thin sauce.  Set aside.

For your Yourkshires, crack your eggs in a bowl or jug, season with salt and pepper and whisk well with a fork.  Then add flour until it becomes very very stiff.  Really beat the lumps out of it!  Then add milk little bit by little bit until its a smooth but thick batter.  The thicker it is, the more squidgy the puds will be.  And I like mine VERY squidgy!  Set this aside too.

Cover the base of the roasting tin with water, just enough to cover it, and then put the chicken in, seasoning with salt and pepper.  Lid on and it’s in the oven for about 2 hours. 

Now you’re on to veggies and accessories!!!

Fry up some bacon until nice and crispy, then cut it into little bits.  Slice your cabbage then fry the cabbage in the same pan as the bacon was in with a knob of butter and more seasoning.  I like mine to stay on the crispy side.  Put the bacon in too and again, set aside.  This is can be reheated right before serving up.

For the stuffing, fry off half an onion finely diced, then add couple more slices of bacon chopped up, a sprinkle of dried mixed herbs, salt and pepper and the breadcrumbs.  A dash of water to bind it, then put it in an oven proof dish.  This will go in when there’s about half an hour left on the chicken.

Keep an eye on the time and once an hour is up, put about five big spoonfuls of oil in a roasting tray and get it in the oven to heat up.  Then brown off the bacon wrapped sausages and arrange them around the chicken, lid back on and in the oven it goes again. 

One hour to go!  Set a nice big saucepan of water to boil.

Here’s how I cut my veggies.  Try to avoid straggly parsnips because they will burn when roasting.  And aside from the heads of the broccoli?  I roast everything!  Don’t throw out the broccoli steams because they get roasted too and they’re gorgeous.  When there’s 45 minutes to go, par boil the carrots, parsnips, potatoes, and broccoli stems for five minutes then out comes the roasting tray and in they go to the tray and into the oven.  Take them out the water with a slotted spoon or tongs because you’ll need this water again!

Give the veggies 15 minutes then turn them over.  If they’re resisting and sticking a little, give them a minute and they’ll come off.  I don’t know why this works but it works!

Here’s how much oil to put in each of the muffin tray dips. Put this in the oven to heat up as your veggies go back in then wait five minutes.

With 20 minutes to go, get the stuffing in, then in 5 minutes, get the muffin tray out and pour in your Yorkshire batter.  When the Yorkshire’s go in, the chicken should be done and can come out.  Here’s what it should look like. 

Put it on a plate and come back to it in a bit.  To check if it’s cooked, poke a knife into the thickest part and check that the juices are clear.  There shouldn’t be any blood.  Don’t want to take your chances with badly cooked chicken!

The pan of water you kept?  Get those broccoli heads in and set on a medium boil.

Now the gravy!  See the very thin layer of fat on top of the meat juices?  Skim it off with a spoon because you don’t want oily gravy. 

Put the roasting tin on the hob on a very low heat and add your gravy mix that you made at the very start.  I am old fashioned and like to add a wee drop of gravy browning. 

Now what you’re doing is cooking the flour out.  It goes from being pale and floury looking to a thicker consistency and colour.  As it gets to this stage in the picture below, start adding water from your broccoli saucepan little bit by little bit until you get the consistency you want.  I like mine fairly thick.  And that water?  It’s got the flavours of all your veggies. 

By the time your gravy is done and you’ve started carving, your Yorkshire’s should be done and looking something like this! 

If you have a go, then please show me because I’d love to see what you all come out with!!! Thanks to tumblr and their picture limit, there's not even half so many as I'd like to put in, sorry! But hopefully there's enough to go on!

So out it all comes and it’s time to plate up! As you're plating up, gently reheat the cabbage and bacon so that will be good to go by the time you've got your veggies on the plate.

@tears-and-lilies

[asidian]

Day 11: Sour

May 22, 2036

They're midway through fighting a green dragon when Ryota says, "Okay, new rule."

He puts a tupperware container on the table in between them, right there on the map containing the outline of the dungeon. It's the room they just left, ominously covering the exit.

"Every time someone rolls a one, they have to eat one of these."

Whatever they are, they look innocuous enough: packed in a little tupperware container, small and squidgy and round. 

"What's the catch?" says Jacob.

"His mother made them," says Iyawa, somehow managing to make the words sound ominous.

"Doesn't she run a bar?" says Xia. "I thought you said she could cook."

"Oh, she can cook alright," says Mayu. "That just means she can crank it up to 11 when she wants."

"Is bad?" says Sasha, uncertainly. "Being at 11?"

"Why don't you find out?" says Ryota, sweetly. "You're up, Kozlov."

Kozlov doesn't find out, though. His cleric heals Gork up to half HP, instead. Xia doesn't find out, either, or Iyawa, or Mayu. They hack and slash their way through the fight, getting their asses thoroughly handed to them, right up until it's Jacob's turn.

He lets his d20 fly, and there it is, staring right back up at him: a 1.

The room breaks into muffled pandemonium. Mayu pounds the bunk bed beside her with her palm, and Xia slings an arm around his shoulder and  shakes him, and Ryota is saying that he knew someone would hit it eventually, and Kozlov is laughing, helpless, in that understated way of his.

"Quiet!" says Iyawa, in a forceful stage whisper that still somehow manages to cut through the chaos. "We are long past lights out!"

That seems to settle everyone down.

Ryota reaches out to take hold of the container of pickles -- makes a big show of it, holding it out toward Jacob like he's presenting some kind of jewel on a cushion.

Jacob plucks one of the little balls out, carefully. It even feels squishy, and he squeezes it between his fingers experimentally.

"What even is this thing," he asks, dubious.

"Pickled plum," says Xia. 

"But dialed up to 11," adds Mayu, and waggles her eyebrows.

"Good luck, my friend," says Sasha, solemnly.

"Go on, Cross," says Ryota. He returns the tupperware to its spot on the map, and he closes up the lid again. "Down the hatch."

"But mind the pit," Iyawa adds. "Don't bite straight in."

So Jacob minds the pit, and he doesn't bite straight in. He pops the entire thing in his mouth, instead.

Probably he makes some kind of face. Certainly the rest of his team are trying desperately to stifle laughter.

He's had pickled plum before, but only a little bit, a formless smear of fruit pressed into the backs of riceballs. He's never seen them whole before, and he's definitely never had one plain.

It's sour like nothing he's ever tasted has been sour, and Jacob used to eat those crazy Warhead candies by the pack when he was a kid, so many that his tongue got sores from them. He sucks at the plum like it is candy, working the fruit off the pit. It's a little bit gelatinous, and it's eye-wateringly, atomically sour. It's sour as if someone had to distill sour into a single experience, to record it for all humanity, and somehow crammed it all into a single point not much larger than his thumbnail.

Jacob coughs and wipes at his eyes, which are streaming. He fumbles for the tissue box, pulling one free to spit the pit into, now plumless.

"Holy crap," he manages, a little breathless. "Your mom, dude."

"Right?" says Ryota, with a narrow sort of grin. "She taught me everything I know."

Then he proceeds to spend the next round beating them all down into single-digit HP, so as far as ruthlessness goes, he probably has a point.

[sirtadcooper]

6, 10 and 16 ☺️

Thank you for these! I’m sorry about the recipe, I tried. It’s one of the first things I learned to cook at the tender age of 17.

6. Describe one of your favourite people.

She’s originally from England but she came here and we have been friends since high school - we couldn’t really understand each other’s accents for the first few days but we soon worked it out! She loves movies and is very excited that I’m watching Star Wars and she’s sending me a lot of memes. She used to be on Tumblr and I miss having her here but I still have her in real life. When she got her degree in veterinary nursing I was so proud of her and I still am. We both love animals a lot. She makes me laugh more than any of my other friends - she says my wheezy, completely-losing-it-with-tears laugh reminds her of her granddad, I think that’s very sweet. She can also put away more food than me! When we’re out we always order three courses and I can never finish them. Where does it all go? A moment on the lips and never on her hips!? Not fair.

10. Share a recipe you love.

I am no cook but it was the friend above who introduced me to this tasty pasta bake. I have modified it slightly since to suit myself but it’s super tasty. I also measure nothing so I have no measurements oops. Please note that it’s not vegetarian but could easily be modified with peppers or beans or something. You decide, I’m not a chef.

Boil some pasta! I just use fusilli but any pasta will do. Tricolore fusilli would look pretty rad actually. I don’t even put salt in the pasta water but maybe you’re supposed to, I don’t know. I am the only cook in my house. Anyway we want that pasta al dente, anything else is garbage. I may be a savage in the kitchen but I’m not that bad.

Meanwhile I have cried onto an onion to season and now it’s sizzling in a large frying pan with a drizzle of oil. Probably should be olive oil but I just use some vegetable oil. Once those onions are going all soft and squidgy, add some minced beef - as much as you want, go nuts.

Once the beef is cooked I add a tin of baby carrots - not the sliced ones, whole baby ones. Looks awesome and is a vegetable which is good. I also add a whole tin of chopped tomatoes. Optional: something garlicky. I had dried garlic that I could grind but some fresh might be good. I have never gone near a fresh garlic clove I wouldn’t know what to do.

Let that all simmer away in the pan for a bit then pour into a large bowl with the pasta. Mix it all together, then pour it into an oven dish. Now you grab several packets of cheese and onion crisps and you squeeze the bags until the crisps are smaller crisps and you sprinkle a thin layer on top. On top of that goes a buttload of cheese.

Bung it in the oven for a bit (not too high a temperature, I usually use 150°) until the cheese is nice and crispy and everything is very warm. Enjoy your abomination.

16. Talk about your favourite conspiracy theory.

I don’t really have anything to say because I don’t know anything about conspiracy theories. The first one that pops into my head is that they didn’t really visit the moon in 1969 but surely they did? I like to think they did anyway. And that Keanu Reeves is immortal? But I think that’s a meme.

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[footballffbarbiex]

having a bonfire together and toasting marshmallows, she's wearing his waay oversized hoodie and Leon is making fun of her being tiny

she loved the smell of bonfires. The thick smokey scent of it just reminded her of the colder Autumn days and crisp mornings. She loved baked potatoes cooked in the fire and like she’s doing now, a marshmallow is slowly turning gooey on the end of her poker. The sweet smell of it is slowly wafting towards her and it’s making her stomach rumble. 

Leon has left in search of ingredients to create smores and has left his hoodie behind. Though she’s mostly warm, she slips it on anyway and adjusts the hood so that it closes around her neck. It smelt like Leon and it always made her feel safe and cosy. She hears his laugh before she sees him and turns to observe him. 

“Babe that’s huge on you.”

“It’s comfy and snug and ahhhhhh,” she sighs as she tugs it around her a little more. “These are almost done by the way,” she says, pulling it from the heat of the fire and blows on it softly before testing the squidginess. “Actually it might be ok.” She offers him the poker but he’s still grinning and chuckling to himself. “I’m not that small.”

“You are. You look tiny in it. Look at your little hands coming out of the big, baggy sleeves.” He accepts the marshmallow and bites into it, not realising how warm it is before opening his mouth and sucking in deep lungfuls of air to try and cool it down. “Hot, hot.” he says fanning his mouth. 

“Karma.” She smirks.