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catfindr · 7 months ago
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thefearedashantis · 6 months ago
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Buttered Noodles 
Pairing: James Potter x reader
Summary: James is understanding of your food sensitivities
Warning:  food sensitivity/sensory issue
*I personally dislike my food touching and creamy textures. Plus this is short and horribly written but what can be done.
- jermaine (シ_ _)シ
“That bush looks like a head of broccoli”
You don't say it because the bush necessarily looks like broccoli. It's simply the urge to talk nipping at you. The need to Distract yourself. Foods all that's on your mind at the moment. The bushes lining the street are the only things in your field of vision where its fixed out the car window.
Besides, what other food could a bush possible resemble but one of many tasteless greens.
James doesn't respond with anything other than a concerned glance. Usually on drives you'd be lounged out in the passenger seat, playlist cued up, serenading him with raspy heavy metal. But there you sit, stiff as a plank. Quiet except for the occasional mumble. Hands knotted in your lap placing wrinkles into your pretty clothes. Mouth pinned into a thin wobbling line. 
You'd met his friends before. They were kind so that wasn't the source of your stress. The trouble arose around the fact that it had been in a pub setting, where the only requirement was drinking and nodding along.
But this would be different. This was big.
A birthday dinner. Where you'd have to sit up straight at a dining table and contribute to conversation, answer and ask questions, smile. All while eating your meal in the same timely manner as everybody else. Not too slow and not too quickly. Not itty bitty spoonful's and not gaping mouthfuls. You'd have to pause between bites, swallow, have a sip of your drink and repeat. Not staring at your plate, make eye contact occasionally.
You've always been very sensitive with food. You grew up in a clean plate household. Only by the grace of the universe were you able to find someone as understanding about it as James. Exactly why you don't want to embarrass him in front of his friends with your pickiness.
You would try your best to stomach whatever was placed before you but boy would it be hard. When certain textures or smells or mixtures made your mouth watery and your palms sweaty.
Food touching. Utensils scraping. The mushy sound of chewing and the wet gulp of a swallow.
However, You'd grind your teeth and bare with the horrors if it meant making a good impression.
“I made sure to tell Moonie you have trouble with certain foods.” James is talking lowly as if afraid to startle you. 
“Huh?”
“Oh, I told Remus some of the things you don't fair well with-
Your eyes grow to twice the size in alarm "You shouldn't have put him out that way Jamie!"
The slight wobble of his head is done in apology. All you'd get, because he wasn't actually sorry. The movement sends his glasses slipping down his nose. You reach out on instinct to adjust them for him. "Its no stress mouse, he was happy to make sure you'd be accommodated"
And how would that appear. Everyone enjoying a full homemade roast dinner while James’ girlfriend poked and prodded at some frozen chicken strips and potato wedges? 
"I can eat whatever he prepares" Could and Would.
"You can. But you don't have to. Remember that." The grounding weight of his hand finds its place on your thigh and your shoulders immediately slump with a release of tension. "Take a breath for me love"
You've squeezed your fingers so tightly your nails have dug bloody crescents into your palms. They burn. Your face warms in a rapid flush. Maybe it wasn't too late to throw yourself from the car. 
"Yeah"
"If you start to feel icky we can always find you a safe food alright? It puts nobody out to make sure you’re well fed"
Icky. James' word for what was, in your head, unreasonable upset and stubbornness. There was a time when more cruel terms were hurled at you. When you sat in the kitchen until the morning doves began to coo. A plate of pasta long cold on the table. You liked pasta. Would have eaten the pasta if only the sauce hadn't been pre added for you. White and thick and slimy. Buttered noodles by themselves were delicious. But you weren't allowed to get yourself a fresh plate until you ate the one already given to you. Even if that meant going to school the next day on an empty stomach and not a wink of sleep. 
"Yes mum" You have to bite your cheek to keep from smiling at how thoughtful you actually found his actions, feigning upset by purposefully avoiding his gaze. He sees through this of course.
"There she is"
And you know by the crinkle at the corners of his eyes when he grins at you that James would gladly join in with any alternative option if it would make you feel more comfortable. Confident. All you had to do was ask and he'd do anything for you. 
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rydrake6 · 1 year ago
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bavovnyatko · 2 years ago
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F&B/HotD dragons as long furbies:
Caraxes
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Syrax
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Balerion
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Vhagar
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Meleys
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Seasmoke
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Vermax
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Arrax
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Moondancer
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Morning
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noturaverageceleste · 2 years ago
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cempasuchilpodridos · 7 months ago
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Sometimes I think about how the author of the offical Neopets cookbook likes Community lol
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vancrecipes · 9 months ago
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Buttered Noodles
Ingredients
Chicken bouillon
1 tsp Salt
Packet of noodles
1 stick of butter
1 tbsp minced garlic
Parmesan cheese
1 tbsp garlic powder
1 tbsp parsley
Instructions
Boil 2 cups of water in a pan
Add chicken bouillon and 1 tsp salt
When the water is boiling, add a packet of noodles
Save a cup of the pasta water on the side into a cup. We’re going to save it to thicken the sauce later.
Drain noodles and set aside
Melt a stick of butter in the pan and add 1 tbsp minced garlic
Add pasta water into pan
Put noodles back into pan
Add Parmesan cheese
Add seasoning: 1 tbsp garlic powder, 1 tbsp parsley and more chicken bouillon
If sauce is too thick, add more pasta water
Source: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL1S5wX1/
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ladyofdecember · 1 year ago
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Not me trying to drunkenly recreate Abed's buttered noodles before realizing that this dish already exists 😅🤔😅
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light-sabe-babe · 2 years ago
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all my fellow audhd/neurodivergent folk I need yall to answer this for me
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more-in-a-bottle · 2 years ago
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omg just had more buttered noodles #buttered noodles
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cartoon-food · 1 year ago
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appletreeduty · 2 years ago
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buttered noodles appreciation post
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and you get
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so beautiful and yummy
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who-gives-af · 2 years ago
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i was watching community and eating my fav meal (bowtie noodles with canned tomato sauce <3) when i realized thats my equivalent of abed’s buttered noodles (it lowkey sucks but i actually adore the way it tastes and idc that its 10 am on a saturday i loved it)
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npiyr · 2 years ago
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Quick tip for buttered noodles
Temper an egg yolk with some boiling pasta water, mix it with a compound butter made of 2 parts butter, 1 part olive oil and 2 teaspoons of garlic powder, Onion powder, Black pepper mixture (1/3 each). And then pour that over your pasta. It’s SOOO much creamier and it adds actual nutritional value to the worlds tastiest carb/fat bomb
I did this, got food poisoning. Use fresh eggs
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flannelandcocoa · 2 years ago
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raviolirave · 2 years ago
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SHUT UP SHUT UPP SHUT UPP mama I come home from the War and I am hungry and now I am sick and I waste away in my bed and there is no soup no hug no nothing. I am sick in bed and maybe I don’t want to hear you rant about my sister. Maybe I do not want to hear it.
I know you are busy I know you are stressed. I know that I will recover and that I will soon be fine. I just wish I had someone who would tuck me into bed. Who would kiss my forehead. Who would make me buttered noodles. Someone who would grate cheese for me.
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