#baked fish in oven

[seaquestions]

this is getting dangerous, wouldn't you say?

[ID: a black & white painting of a man smoking in a bathtub & a robot sitting on the edge of the tub, tucking the man's hair behind his ear. the man's eyes are obscured by the robot's arm. he also has his hand on one of the robot's thighs. End ID]

[godlovesdykes]

i’ve been cooking so much lately and i’m so happy :D just made a teriyaki tofu rice bowl and this past week i had fish tacos and pad thai! and monday i think we’ll have butter chicken

[raininyourblackeyes]

Being home alone with my dad this weekend is a horror experience because he does not know how to cook a single thing but he insists for me not to do anything because I have a huge exam coming up. So every time I walk into the kitchen I'm hit with an urge to strangle someone

[arttsuka]

what is the meat(?) in the food photo called

It's a salmon fillet (I'd take another picture to show it better but I already ate it)

Here's a picture of another, still frozen salmon fillet I have in the freezer.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Doubling up on my cosplay efforts and making that fish scarf and shirt and also that angel's crop top armour

[brattyfics]

I know a sheet pan hates to see me coming 🤣

[nohkalikai]

made the most godawful baked rice yesterday but. it's 3 servings. so i must grit my teeth and eat it for one last time.

[theblindhakune]

I'm going to eat all the food in the world

[scatterbrainedgremlin-writings]

More memes! More memes! More memes! Starring the dragon elders, aka the ones that raised Aizzayd

Don’t worry they’re all good at their jobs, which is protecting whatever villages are in their territories. Essos lives in a forest full of Dryads and the only ones she threatens to feed to her plants are abusive people

[bangjiazheng]

¨Better than Fried¨ Oven-Baked CRISPY Fish Fillets

[prismelit]

mediterranean salad with fish and roasted potatoes for dinner. some new things i tried and was very happy about: put dijon mustard on the fish and leave baking tray in the oven as it is pre-heating. try any herbs and mixed spices you like on the potatoes - oh and before roasting in the oven, boil them a bit, GAME CHANGER. and add red chilli flakes on the salad, add parsley if you like, or even mint leaves. so good, so good.

[projectcatzo]

This is what cooking feels like as someone who primarily bakes

[gameofspice]

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[readwritealldayallnight]

“-and every year after that, we always had double chocolate chip cookies instead of regular chocolate chip. Made me stand out at the school bakes sales, too! And I would beg and beg and beg my mom to make them before any other sweets-”

“Got my stomach grumblin’ over here now, love.” Simon cuts off your rambling with a loving chuckle. The first winter’s snow began falling from the sky in London that morning, and you’d been eager to tell your lover about the traditions you’d had growing up around this time of year.

“Well imagine how I felt, Si!” You say with a giggle, patting his stomach in emphasis. “I swear, it’s become a true Pavlovian response, I see the first snowflakes and I instantly start craving those cookies again. Like when I was little…”

Simon sees the melancholic smile playing across your lips, and he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that first chance he gets, he’ll be ringing your mum to get said recipe from her.

And if you walk into your shared flat a few days later, the smell of burnt something wafting through the air, fire alarm beeping incessantly, coming upon a flustered looking 6’4” behemoth of a man swatting a flowery dish towel through the air in attempt to dissipate the smoke coming from the oven, well, the sentiment behind your lover wanting to surprise you with your favourite treat from childhood is a thousand times sweeter than the cookie itself.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Ooh, look at those ones over there!” You exclaim, tightening your grip on Simon’s arm. You’re both strolling through a local farmers market on a dreary Sunday afternoon with nothing better to do. Your free hand points towards a stall selling beautifully intricate bouquets of flowers. “They’re so pretty for this late in the season.”

Simon is glancing over at the stall, minutely nodding in agreement, before his gaze shifts back to the crowd.

“Want one?”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. Just thought they looked nice. We don’t need any.” You say, leading him past the stall, not noticing when he glances back over his shoulder to remember the name written at the top of the display.

Once back home, upon hearing your gasp of surprise followed by what he recognizes now as your excited squeal, he smirks to himself in the other room, knowing you’ve stumbled upon the bouquet he had delivered during your nap.

What you don’t know is that he’s already set it up so that you’ll be receiving a new fresh set of flowers every week now, delivered straight to your front steps.

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“Really wasn’t that bad this time around, promise.” You mumble into his firm chest, his muscular arms holding you there as you snuggle on the couch. He got back from a two week deployment last night, and you’re still catching him up on everything he missed. “I made a point of going outside everyday, for a change of scenery at least.”

“Tha’s good, lovie.” He whispers, running his digits through the strands of your hair, careful not to tug any time he runs into knot, instead gently trying to comb it out himself.

“Not like I was all alone, anyhow.” You say with a small giggle, biting your lip. He finds himself answering with his own lighthearted chuckle, sitting up straighter to glance at the table over your shoulder. “Gave me something to look forward to each day, feeding the lil’ guy.”

“Was hoping it’d be a nice surprise for ya. Not another chore…”

“Oh, Goldie’s not a chore.” You laugh, swatting at Simon’s chest. You also take the time to glance over at the goldfish in question, swimming in the small circular fish bowl that Simon had somehow snuck into the flat the day before he left. He hated the idea of leaving you alone all the time, never knowing when he’d have a chance to speak on the phone, and he didn’t want to burden you with a larger, more high maintenance animal like a dog or cat. And so, Goldie was brought home.

“Although, I’m worried maybe he’s getting lonely when I’m out of the house. Might have to get him a friend.”

Simon doesn’t even try to hide the corny grin that spreads across his face.

“Have I ever told you the joke about the two goldfish in a tank?”

[markgraeflerin]

(Kar-) Freitagsfisch: Zanderfilet auf Basilikumsauce - aus dem Backofen

Heute ist Karfreitag – und es gab bei uns Fisch. Wir haben den freien Tag genutzt um mal richtig auszuschlafen, bei dem miesen Wetter auf dem Sofa rumzugammeln und ein gutes Buch zu lesen. (Bächle, Gässle, Mord – der neue Freiburg-Krimi von Ute Wehrle) Das Frühstück wurde zum Brunch und den Fisch gab es zum Abendessen. Dabei war die Zubereitung unkompliziert und völlig stressfrei- im Ofen, mit…