#beer cheese

[daily-deliciousness]

Beer soft pretzels with guinness cheese sauce

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

crockpot beer cheese dip

[biggscottie81]

This is my homemade beer cheese 🧀

[fieriframes]

[Great crust on it. Mansmell, I mean. The beer cheese is rich, super flavorful.]

[thefoodroom]

Cigar City Brewing | Tampa, FL

[blithelybliss]

Kentucky Beer Cheese Recipe Perfect to serve as an appetizer at parties or potlucks with bread, vegetables, chips, or crackers, this Kentucky beer cheese is easy to prepare and chill ahead.

[seaponies]

Beer Cheese Corn Chowder This beer cheese and corn chowder is simple to make and has a warming flavor that is perfect for chilly evenings.

[andrewsrodney]

Cheese Dips and Spreads - Homemade Pub Cheese Homemade pub cheese or beer cheese is a great addition for any charcuterie or snack board to serve with carrots, celery, crackers, crostini, pretzels, or pita chips.

[daily-deliciousness]

Texas chili - (no beans)

[lilysgone]

Gary and his boycrush (he drew this after 13 beers at the local cheese)

[fransisco-the-frog]

I just discovered cheese for the first time! Oh wow how did I not know this existed before? Is this a gift from god?

I also invented a great snack, plantain chip cheese sandwich, it was super yummy.

I look forward to trying all the cheeses, I hear there are lots.

I also tried beer recently, it makes my froggy fingers go tingly! I think I like it but I need to do more research.

[clearly-not-here]

Yall in crk I cannot FUNCTION properly because of the beast cookies animations LIKE LOOK AT THIS THEY R LITERALLY A YINYANG LIKE THE WAY THEY ARE KINDA BEND AND CURLED IN A METAPHORICALLY AND VISUALLY A YINYANG MAKES MY LIL SILLY BRAIN TO BE ALL BOIOIOIOIOIOINGGG YOU CANT IMAGINE HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS OH MY GOGOFOGDDDD AND IN LORE THEY R EACH OTHERS OTHER HALFS I THINK pls tell me someone loves this too

[savorytoothgirl]

Irish Cheddar & Caramelized Onion Beer Bread Scones

[cpahlow]

[westerberg]

The fact that the phrase is “the land of milk and honey” and not “the land of beer and cheese” is proof of how prejudiced the world is against the American Upper Midwest

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Right under the wire! Thanks for the tag @heniareth!

It is statistically unlikely to still be Wednesday for most of you, but tagging back @dreadfutures @dungeons-and-dragon-age @elfroot-and-laurels @pinayelf @inquisimer in case you have anything you want to share (no pressure, as always!)

Here's a bit from a WIP set immediately after the not-a-kiss scene with Lucanis, ft. Lenore being Totally Normal:

(Lucanis/Rook Ingellvar |486 words | vague romance progression spoilers)

Shouldn’t be watching him like this. It’d been days since they’d almost kissed. She’d been strong. Focused. Had kept things aboveboard and friendly, no matter how much she wanted to ask him… What? What could she say, really? How’s your head feeling these days? Pretty clear? No, that was silly. There was too much else to be worrying about to worry about whatever was between—whatever she’d imagined was between them.  “Well, I did remember it was Lace’s turn to cook,” she told him, focusing on the cutting board with far more attention than was warranted, “and Davrin may have mentioned something about an alarming amount of cheese earlier…” “It was for a cheese soup, I believe,” Lucanis agreed, and his hands moved in her periphery. Taking another sip of coffee, presumably. She suspected it was a proportionately significant component of his blood content at this point. She wasn’t going to watch the way his lips moved when he pressed them to the rim of the cup. 

“You can’t be serious,” she said, though she knew he was. Lace had been most of the way through grating a block of cheese when Rook had walked in.  “You don’t think she would?”  Rook laughed at that, settled the lid on the pot, and turned away again. There was half a block of grated cheese to do something with now—a troubling thought, since none of the rest of them were Fereldan and thus did not share the scout’s love of cheese.  “Well, in any case,” she went on. “The letter came in earlier. I may have waited until she’d started cooking to let her know.” “Devious.” “You wouldn’t be the first to say so.” She tapped her hips, surveying the available ingredients before selecting a likely-looking loaf of bread. Lucanis shifted in her periphery. Despite herself, she looked at him. He’d pressed a hand to his head, forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. “Spite?” she asked, and he nodded. “He want to say anything in particular or is he just hungry, too?”  The muscle in his jaw twitched. Slowly, deliberately, he set his mug on the table beside him.  “It is nothing worth sharing. I will make more coffee. Would you like some?”  What could she say? Pity would shame him and sympathy was hardly better. She sometimes wished she had Emmrich’s talent for hearing spirits. Perhaps if she could address both of them at once…but no. Maybe letting him do something for her would help.  “If you’re making it.” “Sweet, with cream,” he said.  The soft sounds of metal and glass to her left told her he’d already begun. Could he see her smiling? Surely not. She’d turned her head enough that she wouldn’t be caught.  “You remembered.” “How could I forget?” he said.  She laughed. He didn’t, but distracted as she was by the absence of the bread knife Rook hardly noticed.