#chopped veggie sandwich

[morethansalad]

Vegan Chopped Veggie Sandwich (Plant Based Version of the TikTok Sandwich)

[pagesofkenna]

they spent ten minutes in this adventuring party talking about how much they dont like salads, and describing the most dry, unappetizing version of a salad, only to follow it up with everyone agreeing that 'as soon as you start putting stuff that tastes good in there its no longer a salad'

[fishfooddude]

I have asked

Ele fica todo "porra podia ter matado ela" e ela "tá tudo bem bear ☺️ você não sabia"

Sunshine Reader who works at The Beef (started working there while Carmy was working in Germany) he does not know much about her yet

Then he is making a new recipe and calls her to prove and she goes all happy, when he will put the spoon in her mouth everybody gives kitchen screams saying that he could not because he had set a thing she has allergy

He gets all "I could have killed her" and she's like is okay Bear ☺️, you did not know "

Sorry for the bad English

Hey, don't apologize for the 'bad English'. English is a very hard language. It's my only language, and it confuses me every day.

Anyway, enjoy :)

Allergic to Sunshine

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

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“Yo, you busy?” Carmy asked as you worked at your prep station. You shook your head, “Just on veggie prep for the lunch rush.”

Carmy nodded as he stood there with his hands on his hips. He watched you chop briefly before asking, “Can you taste something for me?” 

“Sure!” you smiled, placing your knife at the top right corner of your station before following Carmy to his. You passed Marcus and Tina on the way. After cheerfully greeting the two of them and engaging in some casual small talk, Carmy put the final touches on the dish he’d wanted you to taste. 

You liked Carmy; he was pretty serious but had a plethora of culinary knowledge. When he took over The Beef the summer after Mikey died, you weren’t sure what would happen to your job. The late and great Mikey Berzatto hired you as a catch-all employee of sorts. You were a broke college student who managed to convince him to give you a chance. 

After Mikey died, you were worried Richie would downsize, but he assured you that you were family- and you don’t fire family. When the staff found out Carmy was moving back to Chicago to take over the restaurant, Richie reassured you again that ‘Mr. New York’ wouldn’t be allowed to fire you because while The Beef may have been in Carmy’s name- it was Richie’s restaurant.

Carmy changed a lot about The Beef claiming it would be more efficient and it would be the change needed to turn it from just a sandwich shop to the restaurant he wanted to create to honor Mikey. He moved you from your catch-all role to learning how to be a line cook. He’d managed to teach you some basic knife skills and cooking quickly became a way for the two of you to communicate- despite your multiple food allergies.

When you made your way to Carmy, he passed you a plate of fancy-looking dishes with a green and yellow sauce swirl. “What is this?” you questioned as you took a spoon to the dish. “Tryin’ out some sauces for a seafood risotto Syd and I have been workin’ on,” Carmy explained as he leaned against his station with his arms crossed over his chest. You nodded, and he started explaining the sauces, “The yellow is a pineapple hot sauce, and the green is pea, garlic, and chili oil-”

“Yo Cousin! Are you tryin’ to kill her? She’s allergic to everything on that plate.” Richie yelled from the other side of the kitchen. Carmy looked up at the ceiling before sighing and turning his attention to you with a dumbfounded expression plastered across his face. “You were just gonna eat that? Even though you’re allergic?” 

You shrugged, “You didn’t know I was allergic to pineapple, peas… or most shellfish.” 

You watched Carmy squeeze the bridge of his nose with one hand as he took the plate away from you with the other. “Any other allergies I should know about?” he chuckled slightly.

“Pumpkin. You didn’t know- it’s okay, Carm.” you smiled as you playfully punched his arm. Carmy shook his head as he walked away from the station, laughing about how ridiculous this situation was. You couldn’t help but blush as you walked back to your station. He was something else, but so were you.

[alotofpockets]

Recipe for disaster | Wanda Maximoff | 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Making Wanda dinner, turned out to be a big disaster, but Wanda shows her appreciation for your efforts nonetheless.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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Wanda had always been the cook in your relationship, and rightfully so. Your cooking talents were limited to a grilled cheese sandwich, and a baked egg, so it had always seemed natural for Wanda, who loved cooking, to be the one making your dinners. However, today you wanted to do something special for Wanda, so that she wouldn’t have to cook after her work day.

You looked up some easy recipes and had gone out to get all the ingredients you needed earlier. The kitchen counter was filled with ingredients, and you were simply staring at them, wondering why you thought you were capable of doing this. 

The recipe called for all the veggies you got to be chopped up, so you thought you would start there. Your plan was to keep all the ingredients in separate bowls. The finished cut up veggies did not deserve any beauty awards, but you managed to cut them all without making too much of a mess. The only messy part about the kitchen so far, was that it was now filled with an arrangement of bowls. 

Surprisingly the cooking part was going well so far. You had the pasta boiling, and your veggies were baking in the pan. It was when you decided to start on the cookies you wanted to make for dessert, that it all started going wrong. The bag of flour you grabbed off the shelf fell out of your hands and exploded, making a huge mess on the counter, the floor, and yourself. While your focus was on the flour, the pot of pasta was boiling over, and started sissling loudly. “Fuck.” You curse under your breath. Everything was going so well, and now it had turned into one big disaster. Your focus now being on the boiling water covering the stove top, made you forget to stir the veggies, which meant they had started to burn. 

You were so preoccupied that you hadn’t noticed Wanda coming home, and watching you from the doorframe. She was surprised to find you in the kitchen, and was looking at the way you were trying to do everything at once. It was only when you realised that the veggies were burning, that Wanda stepped in. She turned off the stove to both the vegetables, and the pasta, before turning to you. “I- uh, surprise?” You finally see the complete kitchen, and how big of a mess it had become. “I’m sorry about the mess.” Wanda shook her head, and used her magic to start cleaning up the worst of it, while she focussed on you. “Don’t worry about the mess, baby. It’s the thought that counts, and I love that you went out of your comfort zone, and tried to do this for me.”

Around you a broom was sweeping, and rags were cleaning off the countertops, both with red strings of magic surrounding them. That was one positive thing, you wouldn’t have to clean up the mess, thanks to your girlfriend’s magic. 

The red strings of magic make their way over to you, and you feel yourself being lifted on top of the counter. You look over to Wanda with a questioning look, and find her eyes locked on you with a smirk on her face as she steps in between your legs. She places her hands on your thighs, and starts moving them upwards. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, as she starts kissing your neck. “What about dinner?” You manage to say between soft moans. “Do you really want to be thinking about dinner right now, darling?” Her question was rhetorical, yet you both knew that your mind wouldn’t rest until you had an answer to yours, so Wanda stopped her kisses for a moment to whisper the answer into your ear. “We’ll order some take out, but now let me thank you for your sweet gesture.” She lightly bit your earlobe when her sentence was finished, making a shiver run down your spine. 

You wasted no time in bringing Wanda in for a soaring kiss, pulling her body closer to you, and wrapping your legs around her back. Wanda smirked into the kiss, loving the way you were trying everything to get her closer. You moan into the kiss when Wanda’s hands find their way underneath your shirt, and Wanda uses that to deepen the kiss. Her hands move up and down your back, while yours are on the nape of her neck and her upper back, still trying to get her closer to you. 

Wanda starts moving your shirt up, and when she doesn’t feel you hesitating, she takes it off and throws it to the side. She looks down at your body, “You are so beautiful.” No matter how many times she had seen your body, she always took her time to admire it, and tell you how much she loved it and you. “Hm, enough staring.” You say as you pull her back in, and reconnect your lips. 

Her hands are exploring your body, making their way from your back to your sides, and up your stomach to your boobs. More moans escaped your lips, as she started kneading your breasts, and her lips are once more attached to your neck. You are enjoying her hands and lips all over your body, until suddenly she steps away, making you whine at the loss of the contact. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve got you.” She steps back and lifts you off the counter. She carries you to the couch where she sits down with you on her lap. 

The new position opens up the possibility to get even closer to Wanda, something that you had been craving. You started slowly grinding against Wanda, but she stopped your movements with her hands on your hips. “Please, I need you.” Wanda pecks your lips, “I told you that I’ve got you, baby.”

She laid you down on the bed, and started trailing kisses down your body, while her hands were working on taking your pants off. Once she has rid you of your pants and underwear, her kisses trail back up to your lips. By now you had forgotten all about dinner, the only thing you were craving right now was Wanda.

Wanda’s hands moving up and down the inside of your thigh, were making you buck your hips up for more contact. “Wands, please.” A teasing smile forms on her lips, “Please what?” You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that Wanda knew exactly what you wanted. “Please touch me.” Wanda gave in right away, moving her fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were for her. She started moving slow circles around your clit, the new sensation sending chills throughout your body. 

“Hm more.” Again, Wanda gave in right away. She wanted to make you feel good, as a thank you for your efforts with dinner, so whatever you pleased, she would do. She slips a finger into you, and is delighted by the sounds that are escaping your mouth. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” The sound of moans filled the living room, as Wanda added a second finger, and started pumping them into you at a steady pace. “Fuck Wands, yes just like that.” The way your pleasure was filling her ears made her move even faster, the palm of her hand rubbing against your clit with every pump. “I- I’m close.” You say between heavy breaths. 

“It’s okay, baby, let go for me.” Wanda’s words were enough to bring you over the edge. Wanda’s name echoes through the living room, as she guides you through your high. Your panthing when Wanda slowly removes her fingers, and licks them clean. “You did so good, baby. How are you feeling?” You pull her into your body, this time wanting her closeness in the form of a hug. “I’m feeling really good. I want to make you feel good too, though.” Wanda shakes her head. “Let’s get you cleaned up, order some dinner, and then maybe for dessert.” She smirks while saying the last part, which makes you chuckle. “Okay, deal.” 

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[alexanderwales]

On Mondays my son makes dinner. He's eight, and so this mostly involves me giving him a series of instructions, helping with anything that's really dangerous, and occasionally showing him some technique when instructions are unclear.

In theory at some point this won't be more work than just making dinner myself, but it's bonding time, and it's teaching him a skill, and hopefully it's also making him be more aware of what goes into cooking. Food does not just appear in front of you, it is made in a kitchen through the time and labor of your father! But right now it's basically the plot of Ratatouille, where he's following instructions and learning verbally how and and why we do things, rather than engaging in experimentation and guesswork, something I'd like to move toward.

This past Monday we made bibimbap, which is a Korean dish that most closely resembles stir fry. All you do is fry up some meat, chop up some veggies, serve over rice, then mix it up (so far as I understand it, bibim means "mixed" and bap means "rice"). This is a great first dish for a kid, because it's just knife skills and cooking a single meat by stirring it around in a pan.

Plating by me, but pretty much everything else by him, with me touching approximately nothing (though I did chop an onion for him out of fear that he might cry).

(So far he's made: sandwiches, mac and cheese, steamed veggies, roasted veggies, sautéed veggies, sushi, carbonara, stir fry, bibimbap, and chili)

[jenn-collective]

Philly Cheesesteak-Inspired Hoagies

Savory, cheesy, and loaded with flavor, these hoagies are proof that simple ingredients can create something magical. Perfect for a cozy night in or a casual dinner, they’re a guaranteed hit!

The Vibe

Think of these as a comforting twist on the classic Philly cheesesteak—elevated with ground beef, sautéed mushrooms, and green bell peppers. Toasty, cheesy, and oh-so-satisfying.

What You’ll Need:

• 🥩 Ground beef – 1 lb

• 🍄 Mushrooms – 1 cup, finely chopped

• 🌶️ Green bell peppers – 1, thinly sliced

• 🧄 Garlic – 2 cloves, minced (optional but recommended)

• 🧅 Onion – 1 small, diced (optional)

• 🥖 Hoagie bread – 2–4 rolls

• 🧀 Provolone or mozzarella cheese – 4–6 slices

• 🥄 Worcestershire sauce – 1–2 tsp

• 🧈 Butter – 2 tbsp

• Salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes to taste

Let’s Make It:

1. Sauté the Veggies

• Heat 1 tbsp butter in a skillet over medium-high heat. Add onions and garlic (if using) and sauté until fragrant.

• Toss in the mushrooms and bell peppers, cooking until tender. Set aside.

2. Cook the Beef

• In the same skillet, brown the ground beef. Drain excess fat and season with Worcestershire sauce, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes.

• Stir the cooked veggies back in with the beef and mix well.

3. Toast the Hoagies

• Preheat your oven to 400°F (200°C). Spread butter or garlic butter inside the hoagie rolls and toast for 3–5 minutes until golden.

4. Assemble the Sandwiches

• Fill each hoagie with the beef mixture. Top with cheese slices.

• Place the filled hoagies on a baking sheet and bake for 5 minutes or until the cheese is melted and bubbly.

5. Serve and Enjoy

• Serve hot with your favorite sides. Chips, fries, or a simple side salad all pair wonderfully!

Let’s Chat:

What’s your go-to comfort sandwich? Have you ever tried putting a twist on a classic? Let me know what you think of this one!

[yeyinde]

ik it’s been awhile since u started talking about it but imagine butcher simon with a vegan/veggie girl 🧎🏻 all he knows is meat and blood and now the one person in his life he cares for wants no part. he offers sandwiches, nice cuts of meat for dinner, even free samples but she always declines and waves him off with a smile.

maybe she comes in to pick up orders (either working in a restaurant or shopping for others idk) and always leaves him a nice tip, smiling and using manners on simon!! i think he’d need the validation of her reciprocation ykwim? just the concept of him not being able to share the biggest part of his life with her in that way would frustrate him beyond belief.

i think it would come down to him making her special dishes that he says fit her diet but secretly grinding in different cuts of meat. he’d never tell her obviously, but the fact that she enjoys the things he makes her regardless makes his head spin.

idk just smth about big man who doesn’t understand feelings but wants to imprint and permanently claim his little lady in a way only he’ll ever know about

ooof. the claiming part has me a lil dizzy, ngl.

but he's been incarcerated longer than he's been free, and since he spent so long with nothing, he resource-guards with the biggest thing undoubtedly being food. but the one time he decides to share, you deny him? that's really the only thing he can provide. food, protection, a massive dick and you turn it down? he'd crack, i think.

maybe it's the urge to protect what he sees as considerably weaker than himself that's just too strong to ignore. or a little bit of the feline instinct to the feed the thing that obviously can't hunt for itself. but instead of leaving a mouse for you, he gives you pieces of his catches because you need to eat. in his head, this is only known truth of the universe (which is easy to understand when all he's ever known was hunger anger and pain).

and if you won't take it willingly, then he'll just sneak it in. problem solved. and seeing you eat the things he butchered with his own hand would probs go straight to his head. even more so if you have no idea you're actually eating it. claiming you subtly. a modicum of control. he's not good at dealing with emotions but hunger is something he understands. satiating that in you is probably the only way he can express himself. and he'd rather chop his own arm off than watch you starve.

the hunter, butcher, provider thing has me in a chokehold tbh. all he expects from you is a big appetite and warm place he can rest his head. so stop worrying about everything else and just let him do his job.

[frogshipping]

The weather is becoming more favorable, and the temperatures outside are heating up. You know what that means: it's picnic time!

Imagine planning it all out with your f/o; the food, the items (basket, utensils), and the location! Now it's time to get ready.

You both take part in prepping the food, one of you handles sandwiches while the other chops up some fruits and veggies to take along as a side. Your f/o sneaks a few of your most favorite snacks and drinks into the basket when you aren't looking (and maybe a fancy bottle of wine if you're able to drink!) They're excited to surprise you with some little goodies on your date.

After everything is packed, you head out to your local park to scout a comfortable spot to lay out your picnic blanket. Your f/o seems to have an eye for good picnicing areas, and finds a sunny place near the local pond. Or perhaps a nice shady spot underneath a large tree.

You both settle down and unpack your lunch. You notice the surprises your f/o has brought and you tackle them in a hug on the blanket. In turn they kiss you all over your face, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as they hold you in their embrace. You giggle, flustered, and feel oh so loved.

You finally enjoy your meal, each of you occasionally leaning over to share a bite of your food. You savor the flavors, but your attention is focused mainly on one another.

With bellies full, and hearts light, the two of you partake in some much needed cuddle time. You watch the clouds together, pointing out the shapes you can see, and make up stories of what's going on in the sky. The two of you stay there for hours, watching the world go by. You talk and snuggle close, enjoying each other's company.

Eventually the sun begins to set, and both of you decide to call it a day. Time sure flies when you're having fun. The two of you pack your things and leave the park, content, and in agreement that this was a perfect picnic.

Proshippers + variants DNI

[hellodaekko]

Seer Obscura teaching Morgan how to cook audio when WHEN WHEN WHEN

I imagine being a part of the Sodality has him living comfortably enough that he just orders food in most of the time, but he makes an earnest effort in finding food that’ll actually give him the nutrients he needs throughout the day. He says he can’t cook, and that’s mostly true, but he’s not so hopeless that he can’t make himself a sandwich or pasta— but you can imagine how boring that can be if that’s all he can make.

HOWEVER COMMA!!! Seer Obscura absolutely can cook! Being an illusory pays the bills (assuming they took up a job within that specialization) but not so much that they can get delivery for every meal of every day. They’re a quick learner as well, at least when it comes to making food so they’ve got quite the catalogue of options for their meals. They bring their own lunches to work, and when they meet up with Morgan one day to practice their magic they bring the lunch they hadn’t gotten a chance to eat that day until then. And Morgan eyes it hard enough that Seer Obscura offers him a bite and he loves it! It becomes a habit to eat lunch whenever they have a meeting.

Eventually, they start bringing in bigger portions for the two to share and that goes on for a while until Obscura offers to bring him his own proper plate of whatever it is they whipped up that day and he bashfully accepts. When he’s comfortable enough, he starts requesting different meals for the next day (either asking outright or sending them a video of a recipe he found online with the 👀 emoji) and Seer Obscura obliges him because its the least they can do for all the guidance he has provided them! As if their company alone isn’t enough to immediately make his day better. But they don’t need to know that!

Eventually, they have a night in together, no powers, nothing in regards to the Sodality, but truly just a friendly hangout. It’s the very dead of night so there’s no place open to order from and Seer Obscura asks if he has anything they can use in his very spacious kitchen to whip something up for the two of them and Morgan just jumps at the opportunity to try and learn and help them out with it.

It isn’t anything very fancy, its a makeshift fried rice with the few ingredients he has and Morgan almost cuts himself a few times trying to chop the veggies. He throws his head back and belly laughs when Obscura scolds him for going too fast despite their warnings. The eggs are just the slightest bit overcooked but they both eat leaning over the counter giggling at each other just slightly delirious from how late in the night it has become.

WHENNNNN

[witchunderthewillow]

Kitchen Sink Soup: The Ultimate Comfort Dish for Using Up Veggies 🥕🫑🍅

Got a fridge full of random vegetables you’re not sure how to use? Soup is a usual answer! It’s a great way to clean out your veggie drawer while creating a delicious meal.

I’m a super picky eater when it comes to veggies. So this recipe is a wonderful way to get picky eaters to eat all the nutrients. I put all of the veggies into a food processor before cooking to finely chop them for easier cooking!

The Base Recipe: Kitchen Sink Soup

This recipe makes different servings depending on how many and what veggies you throw in.

Ingredients

• 1 large onion (I used red but use what you have)

• 3-4 minced garlic (measure with your heart)

• 2-3 celery stalks

• 2 bell peppers (again I used yellow and green but use what you have)

• 3-4 carrots

• 1 large sweet potato, peeled

• 5-6 small sweet peppers

• 5 fresh tomatoes (or canned)

• 2 small jalapeños (optional, for heat)

• 2 tbsp olive oil or butter

• 3-4 cups broth (whatever you have on hand)

• 1 tbsp tomato paste (optional, for richness)

Seasonings

I don’t measure my seasonings. I just pour until I feel like it. I base it on smell a lot of times. These are guesstimates

• 1 tbsp paprika

• 2 tsp cumin

• 2 tsp ground ginger

• 1 tsp ground jalapeño and chili powered

• 1 tbsp powdered garlic

• 2 tsp dried parsley

• 2 tsp each of sage, rosemary, and thyme

• 2 tsp Salt and white and black pepper

Instructions

1. Prep the Veggies

• Place all vegetables (onion, garlic, celery, bell peppers, carrots, sweet potato, sweet peppers, tomatoes, and jalapeño) into a food processor. Pulse until finely chopped.

2. Sauté the Veggies

• Heat olive oil or butter in a large pot over medium heat. Add the finely chopped vegetables to the pot and cook for 5-7 minutes, stirring occasionally, until softened and fragrant.

3. Season and Build the Soup

• Stir in the tomato paste (if using), followed by all the seasonings: paprika, cumin, ground ginger, ground jalapeño, powdered garlic, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, salt, and pepper. Mix well to coat the veggies.

4. Simmer

• Pour in the broth, ensuring the vegetables are just covered. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat and let it simmer for 20-25 minutes, or until the vegetables are fully tender.

5. Blend

• Use an immersion blender to puree the soup until smooth and creamy. (No immersion blender? Let the soup cool slightly, then carefully blend it in batches using a countertop blender.)

6. Finish with a splash of heavy cream

• Stir in the heavy cream. Taste and adjust seasonings

Serving Suggestions

This soup is versatile and pairs beautifully with:

• Grilled Cheese: A golden, melty sandwich is perfect for dunking.

• Angel Hair Pasta: Toss the soup with cooked angel hair pasta for a hearty and filling twist.

• Naan or Crusty Bread: Because no soup is complete without some bread for scooping. It’s very similar to a curry.

Good for whether you’re trying to use up leftovers or just want a comforting meal.

What veggies are you throwing into your version? Let me know—I’d love to see how you make it your own! 🍅🍆🫛🥒🌶️🫑🌽🥕🧄🧅🥔🍠🫚

[aniseandspearmint]

Listen, that is a chicken sandwich and not a burger because that is NOT minced meat.

Per the american cultural definition, a burger MUST have minced SOMETHING shaped into a patty. Hamburger is the default, but other things like shrimp or pork or veggie might be used too.

As per what some people are asking the void, if it is sliced cold chicken, thats a deli sandwich, or just a sandwich, unless its got some other nickname (a chicken club sandwich, a chicken reuben, a chicken panini, etc)

The shape or type of the bun/bread has nothing to do with what its called usually, but it might be and'ed on.

i.e., "I am having a honey cured chicken on rye, with avocado." This is undoubtedly a cold cut sandwich.

VS

"I'm having a chicken sandwich." This is probably going to be a hot fast food sandwich.

VS

"I'm having a chicken salad sandwich." This is chopped cold chicken, in a mayo based sauce, with chopped veggies in it too usually.

VS

"I'm having a burger for lunch." Unless you go out of your way to specifically otherwise, people are going to assume you mean a beef hamburger patty.

[v-writes]

Living for Lunch

Phic Phight 2025

Prompt: Danny wakes up in middle of the night and turns on the TV. When did Lunch Lady get her own cooking show? by @miss-nov

Word Count: 2979

Read on Ao3

"Might I ask about the oatmeal dearie?"

The Lunch Lady's voice rings from the TV, freezing Danny on the couch, midnight snack and glad of water instantly forgotten.

"Oh yes, well, the meatloaf needs a binding ele- oh you mean why oatmeal and not breadcrumbs?"

The Lunch Lady nods sweetly, and the- guest? Contestant? Danny had missed the introduction when he turned on the TV responds, "it's just what my mom always used growing up," she starts nervously excited, but levels out as she measures out two cups of oatmeal into the casserole dish, as she straightens Danny sees a name tag that reads 'Connie' and 'she/her', "I know breadcrumbs are more common now, but I never really questioned it as a kid. And now oatmeal is just nostalgic in a way that breadcrumbs aren't. Plus I'll use oats for breakfast more often than I'll bread things, so it's not worth it to buy breadcrumbs for me."

"I can certainly respect sticking to tradition. If you did want to experiment but didn't want to buy a container of breadcrumbs that you won't finish, might I suggest saving and freezing the ends of loafs of breads? So many people dislike the ends but they can be used in all sorts of things outside of sandwiches."

"Oh like you do for stuffing? I guess I could, and I have bread like that in the deep freeze in the garage, but for the meatloaf…"

"But for the meatloaf that wouldn't be your mother's recipe, I understand. What are we adding after the oats?"

"Oh well I've got the vegetables pre chopped here, but at it's base it's two cups of celery and two cups of carrots, but you can add things to taste, and this is the main thing I change from how my mom made it."

"Change?"

Danny tenses at the Lunch Lady's tone, has to remind himself this isn't a live broadcast and they probably wouldn't be playing it if anything had gone wrong.

"Well yeah, my Mom was cooking for a gaggle of picky kids, but I'm just cooking for me and my friends. I don't need to chop the veggies fine enough to hide them like she did, and I like vegetables. So we've got the classic carrots and celery, plus jalapenos for some kick and then onions. So technically we're using the two cups of celery and carrots each that the recipe says, and a cup of each of jalapenos and onions."

"What type of onion?"

"I well, I typically just grab red, but uh, does it matter?"

The Lunch Lady smiles softly as she answers, "for a meatloaf or any roasted meat I would choose a yellow onion first, but it's all to personal taste, I wouldn't consider any onion you prefer to be the wrong choice, especially not when showing off a sentimental recipe. Red onions are typically considered the best choice for burgers or any instance of eating them raw, and they work great as a pop of color in a salsa or guacamole."

"Oh if they're the best raw that's probably why I grab them, my mom loved just cutting up onion and bell peppers as a snack so it was just what I thought of first as an onion choice."

"That's very sweet. For those watching at home other vegetables to add could be mushrooms or bell peppers, potatoes can also works as a secondary binding agent. Some prefer to cook the vegetables first, but we're leaving them raw today. Meatloaves are a very forgiving dish, so feel free to experiment, but I do recommend keeping at least the base of carrots and celery, it's not a hamburger patty, and it will benefit from the variety of texture and they'll add to a richer more complex flavor for the meatloaf."

Connie mumbles something unintelligible as she grabs something from the fridge.

"Hmm?" Lunch Lady prompts politely. Politely?

"Oh I was saying, well it's kind of mean but she doesn't live in Amity anyway, so she won't see this, that's only true if you want a good meatloaf. I attended a dinner party at a friend's once and I swear the meatloaf was only ground beef and ketchup."

"What."

"Maybe some salt and pepper."

"What. What did they use as a binding agent?"

"As far as I can tell? Hopes and Prayers."

Lunch Lady twitches where she floats, bringing her hands together in a prayer motion she asks, "surely, there were breadcrumbs at least."

Connie shakes her head. "The prayers went unanswered. And I offered to host after that."

Lunch Lady freezes for a long moment.

"What do we add after the veggies?"

"Three eggs, and then the sauce."

"The sauce?"

"Yeah I save the ketchup and salsa for last since I'm typically using just one cup measure to save on dishes, so the wet ingredients after the dry ones, my Mom's recipe written down says three cups ketchup and a half cup salsa, but-"

"But you said in your email" the Lunch Lady has a fucking email? Danny feels his worldview shift around him as he fumbles for his phone in his pajama bottoms, "that you were doing a spicier take on the recipe! When cooking for a larger group you often have to take precautions in the seasoning department, avoiding allergies and anything too extreme, but I am always thrilled to see the directions people will go when cooking for themselves."

Tucker answers loyally, if blearily, after the third ring, "M here, where's the fire?"

"Turn your tv to the mom channel now. Not the Hallmark one the local reality tv one." Danny replies.

"Bro, what? It's almost two in the morning, what is-"

"Now Tucker! And get Sam on the line and tuned to the channel ASAP!"

Tucker grumbles as whoever the fuck this Connie person is continues teaching the Lunch Lady her mom's meatloaf recipe, she explains using three cups of salsa and one to one and a half cups of ketchup, something about adding more liquid since she added more vegetables, and her preferred salsa comes in 3 cups so she just uses the whole jar.

"Ok, mom channel but not hallmark, uh, what is this a cooking show?"

"Yes! The cooking show! Look at the host!"

"Dude. What the fuck." Tucker sounds fully awake at last. "That's a lot of vegetables for a meatloaf."

"That's what you're worried about?"

"Am I needed for medical attention or fight backup?"

"What? No-"

"Then let me wake up at my own speed dude-"

Sam's voice rings over the call a moment after a click indicating her connection. "What the fuck is the Lunch Lady doing on a cooking show?"

"Thank you! I don't know, I was having trouble going back to sleep after the last ghost fight, i turned on the tv while getting water and a snack and then the world stopped making sense!"

"At least the guest is adding a good amount vegetables, I wouldn't touch a meatloaf regardless but a meatloaf needs stuff like carrots to retain moisture and not dry out."

"Sam you are insane-"

Danny tunes the two of them out, tuning back into Connie talking about how growing up ideally it would be half venison and half ground beef, but without someone in the family who hunts she sticks with three pounds of ground beef.

"And do you have a preference for the fat to lean ratio of the ground beef?"

"I normally get ground chuck, so 80% lean 20% fat, but I don't think I can actually tell the difference."

Tucker cuts off his rant on the virtues of meat to snap at his tv, "oh there is absolutely a difference, how did you get on a cooking show?"

"By emailing in an idea, apparently." Sam responds cooly.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah it says to email in episode ideas on the Instagram page."

"Instagram?"

Connie and Lunch Lady have moved on to mixing in spices as you mix the meatloaf, more effective if you just wash your hands and knead it directly on the dish rather than try and use a spatula and mixing bowl. "My mom just did a teaspoon of onion powder, garlic, and seasoned salt, but I like to add chili powder, paprika, and cayenne powder."

"Yup." Sam pops the 'p' as she answers, "it's the same as the show title but without the spaces, 'living for lunch'. Oh that's a cute logo, it's like if 'dying' was originally written but then crossed out with 'living' tacked on. It seems to be some local deal about highlighting family or sentimental recipes. Explains the kitchen too."

"The kitchen?" Danny asks.

"Danny, dude that is not a professional set. Like sure it's been cleaned well enough, but there are magnet notes on the fridge and just a weird setup for a kitchen designed for a cooking show."

"Tucker?"

"What you think you can get to be a meat connoisseur like me without being well informed? I know my way around a kitchen and a cooking show."

"It honestly hadn't occurred to me Tuck."

"Damn." Sam cuts in. "She's got more followers than Phantom does."

"What?" Danny can't believe this is where the insult creeps in, but here he is, sleep deprived, thirsty, and bruised, and he's wondering over the follower count. "How does she have more followers than me?"

"Excuse you, you mean more followers than me," Tucker intervenes, "you lost the rights to Phantom's account after you mixed up your hero and civilian accounts."

"Dude that was one time-"

"You're lucky I caught it first!"

"I am! And thank you for managing it, but I can be trusted with it."

"Hmmmm. Maybe you're right. Sam. Thoughts?"

"Fuck no."

"You heard the lady. No instagram for Phantom."

Connie rinses her hands after evenly mixing the meatloaf into an even spread in the casserole dish. "Now before we put this into the oven-"

"which if you were following along at the beginning should be preheated to 350 degrees Fahrenheit."

"Right, in college I would do 355 but ovens just kinda vary, and Meatloaf cooks slow, start at 90 minutes and go from there."

"Oh I'm sorry dearie, I cut you off on the final step before the oven."

"Right. The secret ingredient to an excellent meatloaf, we are going to drizzle the top with both ketchup and honey."

"Honey?"

"Yes! Ideally a local variety, this may be an old wives tale, but I've found it works. Eating local honey can help with pollen allergies since it is made with the local pollen. If you don't care about local vs generic it doesn't matter that much but I've been buying local from the same farmer's market stall for years, and they knew my mom before me, so it's also just…"

"Tradition?"

"Oh my god." Tucker mutters.

"Hmmm." Sam notes, "I can certainly respect buying local over the big brand names-"

Sounding horrified Tucker continues, "I think my mom watches Lunch Lady's cooking show. Honey?"

"Yes!" Connie's excitement bulldozes over Tucker's realization. "And it's just good for tying the whole thing together, I mean sweet and savory, and then sweet and spicy are common flavor combinations, it's a good complement for the rest of the dish!"

Lunch Lady smiles brightly, "I can't wait to try it."

A cutesy animation of a tin lunchbox spinning into frame fills the screen, it opens to anthropomorphic for running out of the box.

When the cartoon food have fled the screen the Lunch Lady and Connie are sitting around a kitchen table, two servings of meatloaf on plates in front of them with the serving dish in the center of the table and a binder between the two women.

"Tell me more about why you chose this recipe for the show, dearie?"

"Well it's a go to dish for me, for a lot of reasons, there's the classic meatloaf strengths, it makes large portions, it's a well rounded meal, it freezes well, and it's really easy to make. I mean it's basically just measure, mix, bake. I'm not a professional chef like you," Lunch Lady preens under the praise as Connie continues, "but you don't need to be to be able to eat well."

"Very true!" Lunch Lady opens the binder, camera cutting to show the handwritten recipe, "but that's true of any meatloaf. Why is this meatloaf special?"

The camera cuts back to Connie, smiling softly. "Because every time I make it I think of my mom, and even though I've changed it, it's still hers in my heart."

"I'm sure she is proud to know you love her cooking so much to want to share it."

Connie flinches, looking away, Lunch Lady's eyes widen in understanding. Taking Connie's hand in hers she says, "I'm so sorry. Was it recent?"

"Kinda," Connie's voice is weak, but steady, "there was a car accident, almost two years, I, enough time has passed that I thought I'd be able to handle talking about her recipes without, well" she gestures at herself blinking back tears, "but it still feels so fresh. You're, you're a ghost, would you be able to find her?"

Danny tenses, secondhand uneasiness rising in him at the question he dreads the most from Amity residents.

"Oh dear, it's not that simple, not everyone becomes a ghost, and even if she did the Infinite Realms are impossible to search fully."

"But if she's there? If I could find her?"

"And if she were like me, and changed in death?"

"Changed?"

"Dearie, I don't even remember my name. I remember some things I cared about, know I worked at Casper High and designed the menu. But I look at my name credited with that in ledger and records and I feel nothing. If your mother were in the Ghost Zone I'm sure she would have tried to come to you once the portal opened, even if I or anyone else could track her down, do you think the woman who taught you this recipe would thank me for introducing you to someone who didn't look for you?"

"I just, I miss her so much, I-" Connie is suddenly much closer to tears than she was moments ago.

"Shh, I know dear. I know. Eat the meatloaf."

"What?"

"Eat the meatloaf!"

"Ah, okay!" Connie shoves a rushed bite into her mouth.

"Slow down dearie. Have some more."

Connie obeys at a less frazzled pace, staring at her plate with still wet eyes.

Lunch Lady leans forward, placing a hand on Connie's shoulder.

"And now she is here, isn't she?" Connie startles, looking sharply to Lunch Lady as she continues, "those we love never truly leave us, and food is such a lovely way to remember and honor them. She is with you every time you cook for her like this, and now" she nods towards the camera, "viewers at home can honor her as well."

Connie smiles, pulling Lunch Lady into a hug, "thank you."

Lunch Lady rubs Connie's back, "thank you. If you're not up to sharing your Grandfather's cookie recipe as well we can reschedule that."

Connie pulls back, wiping her eyes with a towel someone hands her from off screen. "No I'd like to continue. Besides it'll be familiar to people, it's basically the toll house recipe from the back of the bag, but he modified it enough to be distinct, and I want to share it."

Another transition sequence takes the show back to the counter.

"So what are we going to do about Lunch Lady?" Tucker asked as Connie begins telling a story of baking with her grandfather as a child.

What should be done about it, Danny thought.

And he had only one answer for that

~~~

Paulina cuts Stars story off the moment she sees the notification that Phantom has posted something, pulling

Opening the ghost boy's feed she watches the video he uploaded with rapt attention.

The video opens to a digital timer counting down, once zero is hit the camera pans out, showing an oven, is that Casper High's home ec classroom? Phantom comes into frame, opening the oven he presents the baking sheet of cookies to the camera with a flourish.

The camera cuts to Phantom placing the cookies onto a cooling rack full of chocolate chip cookies. He takes a cookie from the pile nodding to himself as he takes a bite.

"You know, Connie, I was a little skeptical at first when you mentioned coffee creamer in the recipe, but you've convinced me. They're really soft and moist, thank you for sharing your grandfather's recipe." Phantom's smile dazzles the camera and the two girls watching.

Star clutches at Paulina's arm, "Paulina-"

"Shhh. Talk after the video."

"He bakes, Paulina." Paulina's heart swoops, what can't the ghost boy do?

"And thank you Lunch Lady, for hosting the recipe on your show, these definitely would not have turned out as good as they have without your tips and instruction. I've linked the relevant episode and 'Living for Lunch' in the description, you all should definitely check her out!" Phantom begins loading the cookies into a picnic basket, "but in the meantime, I'm going to clean up here, then fly around Amity. If you have watched Connie's ep then you'll know this recipe makes a lot of cookies. So I thought it would be a neat idea to share with everyone, if you see me around town, wave me over and you can have a cookie, the recipe and ingredients list are linked with Connie's episode. Stay safe everyone, and 'happy cookie baking and eating'"

The video ends.

Star and Paulina look to each other.

"He bakes"

"Star." Paulina's voice is intense as she grabs her friend by the shoulders. "Ping everyone in the Phantom sighting tracker. I need one of those cookies."

[everyfuckingsandwich]

bondiola

i worry this blog will get boring if every entry is just me going "mmmmm, yummy yummy yummy~!" but i don't know what to say, this was an S-tier sandwich. holy shit. even my wife, local veggie hater, really really liked this sandwich.

i roasted up some pork shoulder this time, but i'm very excited to try it with cured pork in the future. to be honest, i was deeply considering curing my own pork, but ive never done that before and i don't know if my dumb ass could do so safely. Im going to keep my eye out for it in the future because all the pictures of it look good as hellllll

i topped with chopped veggies - tomatoes, peppers, onions, and mushrooms, and really really enjoyed it all.

also, chopped veggies instead of sliced? hellloooo, i was unfamiliar with your game. You get a better veggie ratio than with sliced and a more interesting mouthfeel. a little messier than sliced, but im still here for it.

[kennys-parka-jacket]

Carol: God I hate cooking. I'd eat healthier if every meal didn't require a million steps.

Linda: You should try my recipe for summer sorbet. It's just frozen strawberries, lemon juice, and some honey blended for a bit.

Carol: You think I own an expensive blender? And that thing takes up my whole dishwasher.

Linda: There's some pretty good sandwiches you can make out of lunch meat and chopped veggies. My favorite is turkey, bell peppers, and onions.

Carol: Cutting up onions? Tell me to build a school why don'tcha.

Linda: There's always those microwave veggie bowls. Those only take a couple minutes to heat up.

Carol: But then you gotta stir it or else it's cold in the middle.

Linda: I'm starting to think you would be content with a tube of gray nutritional slurry provided by the state.

[oceanfloorfires]

Cooked for the 1st time in 2 months! Its not quite as pretty as i hoped but i have a new go-to! SUPER GREENS PASTA AND ROASTED TOMATOES with sirloin, this time but works with most any protein.

- Sauteed onions and a hazardous amount of garlic.

- ~2 cups chopped kale, spinach, arugula.

- Blend with a schlop of big fat greek yogurt, cottage cheese, goat cheese, cream, parm.

- Thin in pan with a little pasta water and lemon juice.

Remaining sauce is perfect for sandwich spread or veggie dip. 🤌🏽 Extremely proud to have figured out something simple enough to actually DO on a semi regular basis that freezes well for meal prep. And is truly DELICIOUS.

[docholligay]

Shamash day points: Misc Nominations

Boy do I always have so much fun reading these! Thanks you to everyone who answered. It was hard picking the winners, as it often is, but here they are!

The question was: Tell me about the worst meal you had this year.

1 point to @beefsaladthethirtythird with that's herring under a fur coat! I love herring under a fur coat WHAT DID YOU DO:

For new years my partner and I made this Russian dish called "selyodka pod shuboy", dressed herring salad. It has salted herring, potatoes, carrots, beets and onions,(but we might have left them off), all held together with layers of mayonnaise. My partner put way too much mayo on the salad, and combined with the fatty herring, it was so greasy as to be borderline inedible. Like, it was give-you-GI-issues bad. My partner loves that salad recipe, but she also could not eat more than a little of it. I tried to get through it but it was making me ill after eating so i trashed the leftovers. we made other Russian New Years dishes, and they were all pretty good, but the dressed herring was a no-go.

2 points-- @seolh with the saddest bachelor meal I have ever heard

It's late. I've been at the office for over fourteen hours, but finally I am home. I am hungry but I am also so, so tired. A basic salad sounds like a nice, low-energy idea for food.

I take a chicken breast out of the freezer and put it directly in the oven. It is not seasoned.

I put some lettuce in a bowl. I decide to I am too tired to chop veggies right that moment. I sit on the couch. I sit. I sit some more. I'm so hungry.

I go get the bowl and start picking at the lettuce with my fingers, shoving it into my mouth. It is bland and almost bitter and not particularly pleasant. I continue eating it. Soon, it is gone. The chicken continues to cook.

I just want to go to bed, but I am not sated, and know I need protein. I wait for the chicken to cook. I let it rest. With no seasoning or oil, the top of the chicken breast looks rubbery and a bit shrivelled.

I slice up the chicken breast. I consider attempting to add some flavour, but that's effort. I stand at the corner eating unseasoned pieces of chicken breast. It is not unpleasant, but it is extremely boring. And finally, time for sleep.

…THE worst meal of the year, by far, and I did it to myself!

3 points, @katrani with how did you manage to fuck this up so badly what a wild ride:

….it was actually just this morning. I had bought some ciabatta rolls last weekend, for a specific thing, then because of Reasons couldn't make the thing on the planned night. We had a get-together yesterday, and someone had to spend the night because they were a little too drunk and tired to get home. Perfect, thinks me, even though it is the time of year for jinxes, I still have that bread and can do breakfast sandwiches! Well. Morning arrived, cheerful and optimistic. Even having our first real chill for the year was fine, cause it meant I had been extra cozy and woke up gradually, I felt so rested! Amazing energy levels for cooking! …..the bread had molded. I took too long, and it had been claimed by that stealthy t-rex of modern biology.

This is still okay, muses me, I can find a workaround. Except my fridge and cupboards are emptier than normal, as I'm trying to keep things low so I can scrub everything during an upcoming long weekend. However!!!!!!!!!!! A light! A shining, glorious utility food- I have instant potato flakes! I can very easily make some bullshit hashbrowns!!!! Who doesn't love even a shitty hashbrown patty! And it'll still work as a sandwich kind of thing!!

So I mix the flakes with the smallest amount of water, just enough to make them pasty/battery. I season them, I mold them together, they're sticking as patties fine enough! I heat up the oil, and… they fall apart. So badly. I forgot that the last time I used them for this I had to make them into the mashed potato format and then fry dollops of that. Doing it straight out of the box does not work. Can I blame the heteros for straight out of the box being a terrible idea? Probably not, but it would make me feel better.

Even thinking that okay, it'll be a skillet now, I'll break apart the patties and fry it as lumps of potato batter does not work. They just WILL NOT fry up, the oil soaked into the solid portion a bit too much and now it's not cooking right. Sure, the bottom is crisping, and I can scrape that up and mix it in, but most of it has become just a sludge. A slurry even. Completely unappetizing. I'll have to throw it all out, and borrow someone's rosary or something so I can make proper apologies to the spirits of my fiance's Midwest Irish family for fucking up perfectly good potato product so horrendously.

So all I have to offer my guest, 45 minutes after we've been awake, is some eggs, and they do not like eggs by themselves. My fiance and I eat what I was able to make, and they're well-seasoned, and the texture is actually the best I've gotten eggs to be in a while… but it is poisoned by the shame of not being able to care for my guest, any enjoyment I might have would be a slap in the face to their hunger, a breach of their trust in me to be a proper hostess.

As they were leaving they told me they don't really have breakfast most of the time anyways.

You definitely would have gotten points if you had elaborated at all, @iscahwynn because a 7-11 challenge sounds TERRIFYING