#but it made my riduur's tummy upset

[ironhoshi]

It came out amazing. I swapped the worcestershire sauce with soy sauce since riduur is allergic to seafood. 10/10 will make again. It is comforting. Great fall dish!

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CANADIAN CHEDDAR CHEESE SOUP

The rich combo of bacon, cheese, and beer keeps this favorite on the menu at LE CELLIER STEAKHOUSE. which opened October 1, 1982 (as a buffeteria before transitioning to the fine dining restaurant we know today). This soup debuted at the annual EPCOT International Food & Wine Festival, making it a part of EPCOT food history since its beginning

Ingredients:

1/2 pound of bacon, cut into 1/2-inch pieces

1 medium red onion, cut into 1/4-inch pieces

3 celery ribs, cut into 1/4-inch pieces

4 tablespoons butter

1 cup all-purpose flour

3 cups chicken stock

4 cups milk

1 pound white cheddar cheese, grated

1 tablespoon hot pepper sauce

1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce

Coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste

1/2 cup warm Canadian golden lager or any pale lager

Chopped scallions or chives for garnish

SERVES 10

Instructions:

In a 4-or 5-quart Dutch oven, cook bacon over medium heat, stiring occasionally, for about 5 minutes or until lightly browned

Add onion, celery, and butter and sauté until onion softens, about 5 minutes.

Add flour and cook, stirring constantly, over medium heat for about 4 minutes. Whisk in chicken stock and bring to boil for 1 minute. Reduce heat to simmer and cook for about 15 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Add milk and continue to simmer for 1 5 minutes. Do not boil after milk is added.

Remove from heat and add cheese, hot pepper sauce, Worcestershire sauce, salt, and pepper. Blend with immersion blender until cheese is melted and soup is smooth. Stir in warm beer. If the soup is too thick, thin with warm milk.

Serve hot, garnished with chopped scallions or chives

LE CELLIER STEAKHOUSE -CANADA

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Mandoctober Day 10: Ad’ika

A/N: Just a foreword this is a female!reader x Din and that’s mainly because she is pregnant in this. If anyone wants a reader with a specific sexuality or gender please let me know in my ask box! I am a writer and that means I like to be inclusive to everyone (but please nothing NSFW)

This is for @leo-moon​ ‘s Mandoctober!!

‘It could happen any day now’.

That’s what the healers kept on saying anyway. You felt like a balloon, ready to pop. Being pregnant was no easy feat and you hoped that no woman ever in their life had mentioned that it was. Although the pregnancy itself had gone smoothly, the aches and pains were constant. There was only one thing that had kept you sane throughout it all…

Well, one person.

Din Djarin, your Riduur and the father of your child.

Ever since you had married the thought of having your own children one day loomed over you. As soon as you got the positive results back you couldn’t help feeling that it had happened too soon, even if it had been six whole years since the wedding. 

Raising Ad’ika had helped with the fears you felt, quelling them for the time being. Yet as the months wore on and your baby bump grew, you found yourself unable to carry and cuddle the little womp rat as often as you used to. 

Now, he didn’t like that. The change had felt sudden and abrupt to the little child as he started to catch onto what was happening. He had seen it happen before, long ago when he grew around people that looked just like him. His buir was about to have another baby! 

Usually children expect to be loved and doted on by their parents unconditionally. So when Din refused his every whim on account of you, whenever you needed something or it was the baby kicking, the Mandalorian would immediately put the child down to tend to you. Jealousy was common for him now. It was what caused him to act up.

First it was the crayon on the walls of your home, depicting somewhat violent images in comparison to the wonderful, kind hearted ones he used to make.

Then it was the tantrum he had amongst his toys as he was asked to put them away. You had stepped on one and with your swollen feet, it had hurt more than usual. Din was not impressed.

And lastly, the way he glared at your pregnant belly over the kitchen table at dinner time. 

But it was when you spotted this that you realised what all the fuss was about. 

“I think Ad’ika thinks he’s being replaced.” you mumbled one night, Din startled in front of you, interrupting his new nightly ritual of talking to the baby before sleep. Kissing the bump fondly, you smiled to yourself before he responded. 

“What on earth makes you think that?” The clueless look on his face made you want to simultaneously hit him over the head and hug him. 

“Um...the way he’s been acting lately? Plus he keeps glaring at my bump like it stole a frog off of him.” Although it sounded like a joke, Din realised how serious you were just by the look on your face. 

“Maybe I should talk to him. Just him and me.” The thought of Din excluding you from this chat with your son hurt you, although you knew that if you got involved the kid would most likely get upset. Maybe he just needed some time with his father?

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Yeah, it wasn’t going to be that easy.

Turns out a fifty-eight year old baby can hold quite a grudge. 

He might’ve been sitting in his cot with early morning light surrounding his entire nursery, but the sight of his back turned towards his father with a massive pout on his face was heartbreaking. 

“Ad’ika. Please talk to me.” Din tried to bargain with the child. He wouldn’t budge, no matter what kind of bribery was involved. He was stubborn...like his dad. Although the little green womp rat didn’t have the ability to talk just yet, Din enjoyed the little conversations that had all the same. 

“Just because you might be getting a new brother or sister in the next couple of days, doesn’t mean your mother and I won’t love you any less.” At this, his ear perked up slightly, as if he were listening intently. Still, he refused to face him. 

“I know you’ve spent a long time being our only child, that’s mainly because it wasn’t safe for us to bring another one into our lives. Now we are surrounded by the home we all so desperately wanted. I want you to know that, if it weren’t for you Ad’ika, none of this would’ve happened...I wouldn’t have met the love of my life, I wouldn’t become a father all over again and...I wouldn’t have met you…”  Even if Ad’ika refused to respond, that was all Din wanted him to hear. 

Getting up to leave, Din felt a tug at his trouser leg. Glancing down, he found his dear child clinging to him, almost desperately. Sniffling, the kid met his father’s gaze only to reveal teary eyes and a forlorn expression. That was all Din needed to see to know that his son understood and all he really wanted was to spend time with his family. 

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That evening, you came up with the idea of having dinner outside for once. With the baby coming, you felt like this was one of the last moments you would have where it was just the three of you. The family you had come across and been accepted into. Just the thought of everything that had happened for this shred of happiness to take place brought a tear to your eye...or maybe it was just the crazy hormones. 

“Are you alright cyare?” Din’s hand rubbed the perfect spot on your back, one that had been aching for hours on end. 

“Everything’s perfect my love.” Whispering this into his cheek, you placed a sweet kiss there before turning to your son. 

“You’ll be a big brother soon Ad’ika. Promise me, that you will always look out for them, no matter what.” At this, those big big eyes peered up at you, moments before he had become truly fascinated with your baby bump as he rested on top of it. His ear pressed flat against your tummy as if he was trying to listen to the baby. Letting out a babble in confirmation, you smiled down at him.

“I love you both so much.” Murmuring to your husband and son, you watched as he hopped down from your lap. Scouring the ground for something to occupy his time. 

“He seems like he’s gone back to normal.” Din chuckled as he pecked the corner of your lips. Turning to your lover, your eyes flicked over his features before settling on his eyes. Those eyes were the first thing yours looked into as he removed the helmet, it was as if you had fallen in love with him all over again. 

Leaning in, you both settled into a passionate kiss. Humming in delight, you realised it had gone eerily quiet.

Pulling away, you opened your eyes to meet a funny sight. 

“Ad’ika! The frogs are not for eating!” 

Well...not entirely normal.