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Recipe for Deep Fried Brie When you bite into these little bites of heaven, warm, melted brie oozes out of a crunchy breadcrumb coating. The ideal dinner appetizer or snack is served with cranberry sauce and a small side salad.
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Deep Fried Brie Recipe Warm melted brie oozes out of a crispy breadcrumb coating when you bite into these pieces of heaven. Serve with cranberry sauce and a small side salad and you have the perfect dinner appetizer or snack. 1 wedge Brie cheese cut into 1 inch cubes, 1 egg, salt and pepper to taste, 1 cup cranberry sauce, 1/2 cup dry bread crumbs, 3 cups oil for deep frying
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Deep Fried Brie When you bite into these little bites of heaven, warm, melted brie oozes out of a crunchy breadcrumb coating. The ideal dinner appetizer or snack is served with cranberry sauce and a small side salad.
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#PARASOL MUSHROOM🤎in NATURE & DISH🍽️
@samirafee
#source: samirafee#own pictures#photographers on tumblr#macrolepiota procera#parasol mushroom#edibles#wrapped in flavour & egg & coated in breadcrumbs#freshly baked#a soupcon of lemon juice#enjoy your meal#june 2024
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Let’s marinate togehter
OH YOU BET
shall we lay there in the sauce or roll in it?…
#i audibly chuckled at this#we can also coat in breadcrumbs afterwards!!#ask#but not a question#more like an assertive petition
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dungeon meshi was so right food is good and cooking is fun
#ignore me#i tried a new recipe and found out i like eggplant! WIN!#this is so necessary bc i have been stuck in the rut of my usual safe foods#now i have something new i can take for lunch YAY#hey sometimes you're 15 and you don't like food or eating much and you think like.#well i just won't make it to adulthood where i have to feed myself will i.#listen kid. beat 3 eggs til frothy. mix 1 cup flour 1 tbsp salt 1 tbsp pepper in a bowl. dice 1 eggplant.#soak eggplant in a mix of 1 tbsp mirin 1/2 tbsp soy sauce grated garlic & salt to taste for 10 min#coat eggplant in flour mix then beaten egg then breadcrumbs#heat 1 inch veg oil in a deep pan to 350 degrees and cook eggplant 1 min either side or til golden brown#eat the second it comes out of the pan. eat it while you cook the rest.
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What dark trial should my split peas and lentils undergo next
#the first trial was a spicy soup#the second was a baked cheesy breadcrumb coated ball fingerfood situation#what now mutuals
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Introducing a delicious twist to the classic fish finger, this recipe features tender rohu fish coated in a crispy breadcrumb coating, making it a delightful appetizer or snack option.
#Rohu Fish Fingers#classic fish finger#tender rohu fish#crispy breadcrumb coating#500 grams rohu fish
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i want to grab tiny little yellow triangle and take teeny tiny bites out of it, but each bite has a different sauce on it
#bill cipher#want to eat him :(#also want to coat him in breadcrumbs and deep fry him#is it cannibalism if it isn't human?#what are the police gonna do? arrest me for eating a dorito?#at least i'll go to jail with a slightly fuller stomach :)#i wonder what his eye would taste like? jelly? stardust? sugar?
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dom!abby losing control୨ৎ
summary: abby's composed and rough facade is destroyed by an unexpected and embarrassing orgasm.
content: answer to this req!! dom!abby, kinda mean! abby, sub!reader, make out, fingering (r!receiving), teasing, humiliation if you squint and shake the phone, strap on sex (muehehehhehe) (r!receiving), overstim (a!receiving), abby being rough with reader, degrading (r!receiving)
notes: havent posted in almost 2 months 😍 school is whooping my ass and midterms are coming up so basically i’ll be killing myself soon. enjoy this to feed on for the next x weeks until i post again
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abby's rough hands grip onto the backs of your thighs and lift you up, dropping you harshly on the kitchen counter as she cups the back of your neck to pull you back in for a kiss. you throw your arms around her neck, and your fingers make quick work of undoing the golden braid falling down the length of her back, scratching her scalp and making her groan.
you grab her hair in fistfuls and pull on them to expose her neck, abby hissing at the twisted pleasure prickling across her scalp. her throat bobs with a thick swallow while you coat the skin of her neck with sloppy kisses, her hips hungrily grinding up into yours.
"jesus, baby... fuck." abby's hands grab the hem of your loose t-shirt to lift it over your head, your braless tits exposed and nipples hardening at the sharp chill of the air. her swollen lips latch onto the side of your neck and make you dizzy, and you swiftly undo her belt buckle and pull it out of her jeans' belt loops. just when you unbutton them and grab onto the zipper to unzip it, her thick, rough palm closes around your throat, and you choke on your saliva at the startle.
"you're being especially whorish today. slow down—you're not the one in control here." her thumb and first two fingers squeeze on the sides of your throat and restrict the blood flow to your head, making it feel heavy on your shoulders and your vision deliciously fog up.
she slowly releases her iron grip on your throat and slides her hand down to your chest, her left hand tweaking and palming at your nipple. with her other hand, slow and deliberately teasing, she unties the drawstring of your pajama pants and pulls one leg out of them, spreading your legs wide to make room for her muscular body to fit in between them.
you're left with only underwear on, your thin pajama pants floppily dangling from your foot from behind abby's back. abby roughly shoves her hand into your underwear and cups you, feeling your thrumming clit on her palm and the small wet spot on your underwear on her knuckles.
breathing into your ear, she mumbles, "be good for me and don't fucking move, 'kay?" she then harshly thrusts her middle finger into your pussy, its soft walls quickly morphing to make room for the intrusion. you cry out and throw your head back into the kitchen cabinet, softly wincing at the impact.
she presses inside you on that smooth spot at exactly the depth of her finger, almost as if she was the only one meant to find it, and your eyes water the way they always do when she massages inside you. her now swollen lips scatter bruises and marks along the side of your neck in a line, breadcrumbs to remind you in the morning of the skilled way she undoes your composure so easily.
"i'll never get enough of the way your skin tastes," she purrs into your shoulder, and you pathetically whine in response, her brazen praises flustering you beyond words. she tries, and fails, to ignore the needy throbbing of her neglected clit underneath the seam of her pants, the slightest movement pressing the seam up against it and making her clench.
golden waves cascade down her face and frame her strong cheekbones, hiding the way her eyes stayed high up in the back of her head at the smell of your skin. your fingers tightly thread through her hair, your grip tightening as you periodically let out little mewls into the shell of her ear.
she trades the massaging of your g-spot for slow, but deep thrusts into your pussy, adding her index finger without warning and making your back bow.
"oh, my go- my- abby," you pant out, unable to get more than three words out at a time before her careless ruining of your weeping cunt sucks the air out of you. you start babbling how she shouldn't stop, a telltale sign that your climax was approaching.
your hand shoots to the wrist pumping her fingers into your pussy, your fingers wrapping around it in a vice-like grip to try and slow her movements down in overstimulation. her free hand snaps to your jaw and squeezes your cheeks together, condescendingly shaking your head side to side.
"why you grabbing my wrist, baby? you want me to stop? yeah?" her voice raises in pitch to mock your whining. "you wanted this so fucking bad, so take it, slut."
she throws your head back against the cabinet and shakes her wrist of your hand, beginning to jackhammer her fingers into your abused hole at a murderous pace. in the corner of your nearly closed eyes, you see your pajama pants fall from your foot to the floor. your whining and whimpering quickly fills the room, all the while abby watches every change in your face with a close eye.
you cum with a yelp, both hands flying to her own to stop her brutal assault while you dumbly stare into her eyes slack jawed with your brows tightly twisted in ecstasy. abby removes her fingers from inside you and immediately pulls your face to hers, teeth clashing in a lewdly sloppy kiss.
planting her hands underneath your thighs, she effortlessly hoists you up and carries you down the hall to your shared bedroom, all without disconnecting your lips once. upon entering, she throws you down onto the bed and swiftly pulls her henley over her head, her small boobs clad in a simple, grey bra.
"go get me my cock, baby. the black one." her pants were already unbuttoned from your earlier rushed undressing, but the zipper still remained untouched. her thick fingers pinch the silver and slowly slide it down, and you quite literally salivate at the sight.
pushing down a thick swallow, your body turns towards the closet to get abby's strap. your head closely follows after tearing your sticky gaze from her now exposed v-line, little tufts of light brown hair leading to her core in a teasing, almost coaxing way. upon entering the closet, you bend down to the dark blue box in the corner of the small room, and your nipples brush your knee, suddenly making you aware that she so effortlessly ordered you to get her strap, and you so pliably listened, almost fully naked, at that. you might as well have crawled to the closet on all fours with how you mindlessly obeyed her like a dog does its owner.
shaking your mild embarrassment, you palm the long, dark strap and pivot back around to return to abby. she stands tall and sturdy—unmoving like a tree—watching your naked figure make its way back to her.
"take your underwear off for me," she says under her breath, her breathing made heavy by hunger.
you perch on the edge of the bed and scoot back, pulling your underwear down your legs and kicking it off to some spot on the floor. abby pushes her jeans and boxers over her ass just enough for the base of the strap to sit snugly against her pounding clit once she steps into the harness, the contact enough to make her sharply wince.
grabbing you by the ankles, she roughly pulls you to the edge of the bed and lifts your feet up near each side of her head, rubbing her warm palms up and down your legs. simultaneously, her hips push forward and slide the length of the strap along your pussy, the toy gliding against your skin with ease thanks to the obscene amount of cum that coated your lips from your orgasm.
"please... just... just put it in," you whisper, tired of the teasing.
"i will. just wait a little—be patient." she gently lowers your legs to wrap around her hips and lock behind her back. then, she pauses before adding, "do you know how to do that when you're acting like such a slut?" like she'd caught herself being too nice and had to balance it out.
all you can do is whine in response and hope to feel the delicious sting of her pushing the tip in soon. her hips rock back and forth one, two, three times while she intently watches, entranced by the way your pussy clenches every time the tip of her cock passes over your clit.
her hips sharply jerk back, and she incoherently mutters a string of words under her breath. ending her cruel teasing, she swipes her hand down your swollen cunt to gather your cum and coats the tip of the strap with it. lining it up with your twitching hole, she sinks into you and smirks at your jaw dropping ever lower in pleasure.
she starts her thrusts in a rather swift cadence, luring sweet cries out from your throat, suppressed grunts coming from her own.
"fuck, i've been thinking about this all day. you don't even know, baby." her speech comes out fast and strained as she tries to speak before her groans and grunts interrupt the words. "i could live in this pussy, and it would welcome me with tears running down your legs."
"yes," you pant out, the one word your dumbified brain can remember.
very quickly, though, abby's thrusts get random and sloppy. shrill, high-pitched squeaks spill from her lips, a striking contrast to her formerly composed grunts and dirty words. she abruptly pulls out, and her hands frantically dart to her hips to push the base of the strap off her engorged clit, her lower stomach hurting from overstimulation.
with the harness shoved down to her mid-thigh, she sat on the edge of the bed partially turned away, muttering a quiet shit to herself. you gawk at her with scared, wide eyes, terrified that something had gone wrong or hurt her. you see her eyelids flutter as she turned away in what seemed like embarrassment. her chest was madly rising and falling, too, from her attempts to catch her breath, and you scoff in both disbelief and twisted arousal.
"baby," you call out, placing your hand on her bicep. "did you just cum?"
she's quiet for a long while before shoving her face into her hands to hide her humiliation. "god, i didn't mean to."
you can't help but let out a little giggle, and she falls back onto the bed, throwing her arm over her eyes. "it's not funny!"
"it kinda is," you tease, but your laughter dies in your throat when you see a small wet patch on her pants where the base of the strap touched the fabric.
you lick your lips, letting your eyes drop to her bra and thinking of the skin it so cruelly hid.
"it was really hot, too."
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all done yayaya. i dont know why i cant write something under 1k words like i told myself this was gonna be short and then i hit 4 pages and was like oopsies. u better like it bc i have a huge exam tomorrow that i shouldve been studying for but instead i was writing this erotica to post on tumblr.com. so go ahead and smash that subscribe button and reblog a billion times and comment your favorite part of this video (erotica posted to tumblr.com)
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Recipe for Easy Baked Chicken Just a simple coating of French dressing and breadcrumbs is all it takes for crispy baked chicken breasts. 1.5 cups cornflakes cereal crumbs, 1 cup French dressing, 4 skinless boneless chicken breast halves
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Crispy Chicken Tenders with Béchamel Sauce
Ingredients:
Chicken Tenders:
1 pound chicken tenders
1 cup all-purpose flour
2 eggs, beaten
1 cup breadcrumbs or panko
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon paprika
Salt and pepper to taste
Oil for frying
Seasoned French Fries:
2 large russet potatoes, cut into fries
1 tablespoon olive oil
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon paprika
Salt and pepper to taste
Béchamel Sauce:
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1 cup milk
Salt and pepper to taste
A pinch of nutmeg (optional)
Instructions:
Prepare the Chicken Tenders:
In one bowl, place the flour seasoned with garlic powder, paprika, salt, and pepper.
In a second bowl, have the beaten eggs.
In a third bowl, have the breadcrumbs.
Dredge each chicken tender first in the flour, then dip in the egg, and finally coat with breadcrumbs.
Heat oil in a large frying pan over medium heat and fry the chicken tenders until golden brown and cooked through, about 4-5 minutes per side. Drain on paper towels.
Bake the French Fries:
Preheat your oven to 425°F (220°C).
Toss the cut fries with olive oil, garlic powder, paprika, salt, and pepper.
Spread out the fries in a single layer on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper.
Bake for 25-30 minutes or until crispy, flipping halfway through.
Make the Béchamel Sauce:
In a saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat.
Stir in the flour and cook for about 2 minutes until the mixture is pale yellow and bubbly.
Gradually whisk in the milk, and continue to cook, whisking constantly until the sauce thickens, about 5-7 minutes.
Season with salt, pepper, and nutmeg (if using). Cook for an additional minute and remove from heat.
Serve:
Arrange the chicken tenders and French fries on a plate.
Drizzle the béchamel sauce generously over the chicken tenders.
Optionally, garnish with parsley and ground black pepper.
#recipe#chicken#crispy chicken#gourmet#french fries#fries#food blogs#delicious#food#food pics#homemade#foodshow#cheese#bacon#snacks#dinner#bon appetit#elegant food#natural light#small plate#fast food
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"One...two...fuck, three--"
You had arrived home, and kicked your shoes off at the door, calling out into the living room.
"Hiromi?" You received no answer, but you had already heard the slow, rhythmic counting, and Hiromi's quiet curses. You schlepped your bag and coat off, and padded through the hallway, checking the bathroom, the bedroom, his office--
Ah. You pushed the door open with a creak, to find Hiromi lying on his back on a lifting bench. You raised one appreciative eyebrow to see him in gym shorts and a black tank top, and crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe to watch him lift.
"--four--...f-five...oh god, I'm going to die--"
"Hey, handsome. What's this in aid of?"
Hiromi cursed again, fumbling and dropping the weight across his chest. Trapped behind bars, in an unusual turn of events for the defence lawyer, he peered over at you, a bead of sweat dripping down his prominent nose bridge.
"I...didn't expect you to be home so early, my love."
"Well, today's your lucky day."
"Indeed." Still, Hiromi seemed peevish at being caught, so you repeated yourself.
"What's with the snazzy new bench, and the lifting, and the...thighs?"
Hiromi huffed, still trapped and unable to yank his gym shorts lower, to cover the slender-thick, black haired thighs on show.
"I just...wanted to get fitter."
You narrowed your eyes, "Fitter, or...?"
Hiromi was quiet. His hands clenched and unclenched around the bar, white-knuckled. When he spoke, his voice was tight, and measured, a port in a storm.
"I'm...just a bit weedy. Working with Nanami, and Gojo, I just...i hadn't noticed it before. You deserve better. I've not been working hard enough, I...I'm lucky to have been allowed to live, and this job is physically challenging, and-- "
You walked over, hitching your skirt up to straddle the end of the bench, and drape your thighs over his. He grunted, trying to peer lower to eye that plush, dimpled thigh-spread. You pushed his tank top up a little, to his grimace and shuffle, and stroked his soft, lightly toned, black haired belly.
You were used to his fractious self-chastisement. You were used to his silent self-analysis, and how he'd reach such absolute conclusions without voicing aloud the paths he took to get there. You traced back, picking up breadcrumbs to find the path he had taken; the post-mortem of Hiromi's decision-making.
"Don't do it for me," you whispered, stroking over him with reverence, "do it for you, sure, but for the right reasons. I'll support whatever you choose, you know that, but...you've never shown any interest in getting jacked before, and you shouldn't do it purely for self-loathing."
Hiromi was quiet, the sweat cooling on his forehead. He raised one beetle-black brow at you, irritated with himself for such uncharacteristic indecision. He coughed, however, to feel you trailing your hand lower.
His upper arms trembled, trying to free himself from his prison, but fell lax, to your ministrations. His mouth dropped open, as your hand trained lower, and lower, shifting his gym shorts down.
"Wha--what--" Hiromi coughed, his hips instinctively rutting up, "--what--are you doing--"
"...but while I have you trapped here," you whispered again, to Hiromi's fractured little whimpers, "I can certainly show you how much I appreciate you. Jacked or otherwise."
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Deep Fried Brie
#Warm melted brie oozes out of a crispy breadcrumb coating when you bite into these pieces of heaven. Serve with cranberry sauce and a small#appetizers and snacks#snack#brie#pieces#dinner appetizer
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Seafood - Macadamia Nut Crusted Mahi Mahi
#Mahi mahi is coated in macadamia nuts and breadcrumbs and lightly fried#then baked#and served with a sauce featuring tropical fruit#hot pepper#shallots#and chicken stock. mahi mahi#pepper#macadamia nuts#hawaiian#entree
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@mafaldinablabla I'm sure it's just my weird way of describing it 😅 But these are pretty much the only way I've encountered a pimiento pepper:
Happy Friday, everyone! It's cold and rainy in Tokyo so let’s get something warming for THE LATEST LITERACY WALLCHART FOR CHILDREN Advent Calendar, Day 5!
This fact has it all! Two different names for the vegetable in question (both of which arguably actually refer to a different food!)*, article usage that is very slightly stilted, and a piece of useful information about Chinese regional culture. I love Sichuan food and I love spice, so that's extra nice :)
Speaking of spicy Chinese cuisines, I once read that the reason that Hunan restaurants are so common in the US is because it became popular after Nixon ate so much Hunan food on his historic visit to China. HOWEVER, in reality, it was just that any time he liked or asked about a dish, his hosts went and told him that it was from Hunan, because that's where Mao Zedong was from. And actually almost none of it was Hunanese! However, now I can't find that documented anywhere else so I hope I am not telling you a lie!
#that picture is making me hungry for christmas parties#my aunt makes an app with them that's soooo tasty#you coat them in a mix of ground italian sausage & breadcrumbs & cheese#fry em up#all briny and greasy and cheesy and tart#they go great with wine or beer and crowds of big-haired people talking very very loudly
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