#can they cook

[mushroomates]

can they cook: elf edition

elrond: can make a salad and cup of tea. don’t ask for anything more than that.

arwen: yes, but there’s limits. lovely baker, makes good bread. cannot cook fish, meat, or mushrooms of any kind.

thranduil: wine = soup. this man would hold a spatula backwards. absolutely not.

glorfindel: will cook, half decent at it. not anything to write home about. prefers to eat fruit.

galadriel: no. no need to. makes tea, that’s about it.

celeborn: yes. he must provide for his wife. makes very good lembas and pastries.

[local-space-case]

i know that test tube baby can’t cook

[ssenza]

It is calming to see something familiar in another

inspo x x

[froog-water]

so you're telling me

[yooo-lets-go]

I lost the ask but it was about Soap in this specific shirt, and another one was about Ghost in a kilt, so here they are:

Leave at Johnny’s this time

[samipekoe]

if Miku was knocking on my door I would simply let her in

[draconym]

Years ago my friends and I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show at a community theater out in the middle of nowhere. After the show we stopped at an empty little diner to get pancakes, still dressed up in our shitty hot topic fishnets and thigh high plastic boots. Toward the end of the night, just before she gave us the check, our elderly waitress touched me on the shoulder and said "the cook back there thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen" and I looked over toward the kitchen door to see a terrified young man duck down from where he was peeking out of the round window. Not a day goes by that I don't think of that interaction.

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that annabeth once spilled sauce on her shirt during lunch. and proceeded to remove said article of clothing before wordlessly stripping percy of the shirt off his back and wore it for the duration of the meal. and from that point foreward. anytime annabeth needs a shirt. she'll look at percy. and he'll sigh in defeat.

[autistrix]

[https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/93366974]

Anhinga || Anhinga anhinga

Observed in United States

Least Concern in location of observation

[miiuxue]

grilled cheese

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[bishy437]

he won

bonus:

[sirgavvainet]

The camp cook 👨‍🍳

[tazuransi]

nostalgia

[cutetanuki-chan]

ninth house trying to make some normal food