#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'

[vroomian]

Food prep done 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[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)

[on-the-clear-blue]

So I was thinking and like, the Batfam all come from vastly different backgrounds, and like everything in life, food is easily the best way to truly see someone.

Bruce likely grew up eating the same thing every day in the way of "Fridays are Lamb chops, Sunday is Pot roast" because that's how it was just done those days.

His father was a well to-do man, a gigh class doctor and his mother was a socialite, they held their postion highly and knew what was expected of them, even by their staff.

Martha always worked withe chef for meal plans, changing things for holidays or if they would have guests but always had a base she built off of.

It was that base that Bruce clung to after they died, sure the chef left, the other maids and servants going wirh him, leaving just Alfred (he was just a butler, he ran the house, told people what to do not cook)

But Alfred, a man who been through war and acting school did what he did best, He adapted, becoming more than just his title of Butler.

Now think of all that being flipped on its head by little Dickie, freshly orphaned from his loving family. His loving Romani family that traveled across world that likely ate different cuisines every time they stopped in a country. (This is in fact a call back to my baby dick post)

Just...

Dickie, staring wide eyed at just the amount of meat on his plate: It...it's all for me?

Bruce, staring back with confusion: Do you need more? Alfred get Dicke more food, clearly this isn't enough for him.

I love the idea that Dickie pulls a face when he sees mashed potatoes for the third day in a row, he is crying and sad, he missed rice! Fresh veggies! Where was the flavor?? Why was everything so rich?

And Bruce adapts, he is the God damn Batman, of course he adapts, and the perfect schedule of foods he always knew would be on each day of the week is changed, oh of course he doesn't like it but it's for his son child so of course he puts up with it.

(Yes he can't handle the spice, he might of traveled the world for 5 years but he lived off of energy bars and MREs so he didn't have to think about food while traning)

Then his son is gone, (its all his fault why does this always happen why can't he just say what he means to say) and the schedule comes back. Was pot roast always this bland? When did the mashed peas start to seem unpleasant?

Then...Jason is in his life, it's a whirlwind of things, trying to get him comfortable in a place that seemed like a fairy tale.

Jason, who lived on the streets for years, Jason who even before he was homeless was in a poor household, who made ketchup sandwiches cus he was able to snatch a few from the gas station when the clerk wasn't looking, who thought fresh veggies were a special treat meant to be savored, who always felt loved when his mom saved up a bit and they got smoked turkey legs and boiled them up in a soup.

That Jason looks at the offered food and feels uncomfortable, all that was far to much for him.

Jason, frowning at his bowl of soup: Um...what's the big bits of green?

Bruce, looking up from his case file: Hn, it's herbs Jaylad, I think basil and parsley.

Jason, nodding but clearly doesn't know: Oh yeah...totally see that now...

Unlike Dick, Jason doesn't ask for things, doesn't want to be a burden to the guy who took him in, so he eats and doesn't throw a fit.

(The first night Jason actually ate with Bruce the kid nearly ate till he threw up, not wanting to waste a single bit.)

It was months later when Jason finally asked for something another and...

Jason, fidgeting: So B...Um...I wanted to ask but uh...C-can I just get like...actual crackers and stuff? Not those fancy rich people ones but like...Ritz? Cheese wiz? I...I just...I don't like blue cheese.

Bruce, blinking in rich person: Ritz...as in the hotel? I can ask Alfred about a cheese wizard but...Hn..

Later

Bruce, fighting Condiment King: Do you know a Cheese Wizard?

Then Jason, his boy, his and Gotham light dies, Bruce finds his body broken and beaten and- he was breathing Bruce got him in time- he didn't. The boy wasn't responding. His boy. His Jason died in his arms. Choking out sobs as he couldn't get enough air in, coughing and shuddering as he tried to get the smoke out

(Jason's death certificate says he dies of smoke inhalation, the explosion didn't kill him, it was the fumes afterward)

Then Bruce shuts down, he becomes the Batman fully, Bruce Wayne died with his son that day and all that was left was the Bat.

Then a pesky boy put on Bruce's sons outfit, charged in and saved him. Pulling the man back from the brink kicking and screaming and crying.

Tim wasn't a son to Bruce (couldn't be, wouldn't allow him to be) he came every evening for training and patrol and then he was gone and that was all Bruce had to think about the boy.

Then he saw Jason in Tim, saw Dickie, saw himself and before Bruce knew he was caring for the kid.

Asking to say for a post patrol snack was first denied, about a dozen times before Tim broke, humming and quickly downing that German dish that Dick always wanted when he was feeling sick.

Tim slowly started to settle, growing a bit more lax in his own right, like a feral cat slowly becoming more comfortable with someone.

(No he didn't take advice from Selina...there isn't any proof)

Bruce, sitting at the bat computer, watching the reflection of Tim training in the background:

Tim, winded and tired after a few minutes and having to take a break, pulls out a protein bar:

Bruce, Vietnam war like flash back to his own training days where he only lived off ration bars: pained Hn

And once more Bruce adapts, learns. Tim won't stay for dinner, won't stay the night after a hard patrol, but Bruce can tempt him, with little things, a bit of jerky instead of what Bruce knows for sure are bulk baught meal replacement bars during a stake out, a thing of left overs (they arnt actually, Alfred made them just for Tim) of "last nights dinner"

Bruce is 75% sure Tim knows but neither say anything.

Then tragedy rears its ugly head and Tim's parents are dead, first his mother, his father in a coma and...Tim choses to run away, hiding behind an uncle Bruce is very much aware didn't exist three days ago, and he can't do anything more than what he has already.

Then his boy (God not again why does he always get attached) losses his father, murdered by a God damn Flash rogue.

(The angry rant Barry gets about keeping track of criminals and their whereabouts become legendary in the Leauge)

Finally Bruce's boy is at the Manor and...Bruce sees him, almost for the first time behind the mask of "Tim Drake, the nice young man" he's reclusive, obsessive and picks at his food more than he eats. Surviving on snack foods and energy drinks.

It's a chore to get the boy to eat anything that wasn't out of a package or a box (and Bruce gets it he really did, knowing what it will taste like and knowing it will always taste the same was very comforting) but he managed.

Then like a hurricane Damian is brought into his life, his son, (he has another, one he never knew about and oh God he already loves him, already would die to have the boy trust) and then-

He's gone.

He's flung through time and lost and lives not his own are played out and things he never thought would be comforting are.

Then...then he is found and God it's been months, it's been ages and...

Dick is more Damians father than he could ever be, was there for him in was Bruce should have been...

Dick leaves again, but not as far as Jump city, comes to stay at Bludhaven. (So close but so far away, why didn't he want to stay?)

Jason comes back just as he came into this world, screaming and covered in blood (His boy, his Jaylad ALIVE BREATHING)

Tim has matured, changed, and he walks differently now, far more like Ra's stride (Why does Tim get dead look in his eyes now? What has his son seen? What has he done...)

And Damian. He only was with him briefly, not nearly long enough to see his LoA mask drop, to see the boy beneath the weapon.

That mask goes back on when Bruce returns, he sees the true Damian for a moment before it is shut off fully, sees his son (God did he say how much he loves the boy already?) Softly petting a cat names Alfred before noticing Bruce.

And like all times before, Bruce adapts, changes his approach yet again.

Damian responds to violence, he expects to be yelled at and will only respect a choice if it was fought for, Bruce knows this and...he messes up some times, takes the easy way out and does what the boy know and Bruce feels the guilt.

But he tries to connect, past the way of pain that Damian knows.

Damian, fuming in his room after an argument with Bruce, angrily looking at the wall: 😠

Bruce, knocking on the door, then opening it a second later, not saying anything as he sets down a bowl of mango on Damians bedside table, then leaves.

Damian, grumbling as he eats the fruit of forgiveness: Stupid Father...

(He 100% asked Talia what she normally does and it seemed to work)

Their relationship is rocky, but they find moments where they touch, where Father and Son find a soft moment, Damian teaching Bruce how to make his grandfather's Chai blend, Bruce in turn teaching his son how to make latkes, an exchange of their pasts together.

Then Cassandra comes and Bruce is thrown for a loop once more, she is unlike any of his other children, she is open, painfully so, she might seemed closed off, silent and deadly...but Bruce can see her, truly see her as she wants to be seen and she is screaming, hurt and scared and all alone.

He takes her home, David Cain can try and take his daughter away but there will be hell to pay.

And then she is home, she is settled in a life where she can learn more than just violence.

She stares at the plate of food that is put in front of her the first dinner that Bruce's family has together (HE HAS A FAMILY! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?)

And she cries.

It is just as she wanted but she didnt know what to do, David Cain was a horrid man, in his chase for the perfect weapon he long left the idea of pleasure and care by the way side.

So Cass was overwhelmed by actual food, not nutrient dense bars that tasted bitter and was ash on her tongue.

Cass, pitifully looking down at an orange: HOW DO I EAT YOU?

Bruce looking on from his seat: Sweetheart? Don't eat the peel, Cass-Cass. No. Cassandra please. N-No not the lime! Put that down! You're just going to...that.

Cass, looking pained from eating a whole lime at once: 😞

Bruce, looking equally pained: Sweetheart you can spit it out...

And Bruce thinks his family is big enough, with his boys and his wonderful daughter (no Steph and Barbara didn't count, as they both kept on insisting, they both still had parents)

And then comes along Duke and...God he is already signing the foster papers before he could think too hard.

Duke is unlike the rest of his children as in he is batshit insane but hides it far better than he has any right too.

Bruce tries to not pull his hair out as the kid talks about how he made a kinda cult around Robin and lead them to help the Bats...

It takes time for Duke to get used to the Manor, but he does slowly, finding his place in the family much easier than they all assumed.

Unlike the rest of his children, for some reason it is easy for Bruce to speak with Duke, it's as if they both think similarly.

If Bruce wanted any of his children to take up the cowl when he dies (Which he very much would not like thank you very much) Bruce is hesitant to fully say Cass would be the next Bat, while Cassandra has the fists to do it, Duke had the dedication and drive to, the mental state to truly be the Dark Knight.

Bruce, in the cave, hour 36 with out sleep, 5 coffees deep into a conspiracy: hn.

Duke, right there with him, missed two days of school and hasn't stopped drinking energy drinks: Hm?

Bruce, wordlessly passing the files over, before pulling a face at Dukes energy drinks: Hn..

Duke, taking files but offended on his poor babies behalf, popping one open and dumping it into Bruce's (empty) coffee cup: Have some you marshmallow looking ass...fuck out my face B.

Bruce, scowling, taking a sip before freezing for a full minute, (its the fruit juice kinda monster) his body hasn't has nutrients in a while and are all over this: Hmm...Nice.

(Duke shares more, cus while his dad is not able to be there for him, Bruce is more of that weird uncle that the rest of the family don't talk about.)

It's not till someone at a gala complains, saying "I understand he has an obsession with those...children, but why does everything have to be about them, I miss the old menu for these things." That Bruce realizes that the predetermined, predictable life he once clung to was gone, dead and long buried...and Bruce couldn't care about it less.

(That Gala person gets personally banned and their business is outed for all the shitty things they have done.)

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This....this was far longer than what I meant this to be...I just wanted to talk about what they would like and what kinda food the batfams culture has but um...this got way outta hand...so ya.

[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.

[wildflowersinthewoods]

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! 🍅🍆🫛🥒🌶️🫑🌽🥕🧄🧅🥔🍠🫚

[lowspoonsfood]

Mock Tuna Salad

This is one of my favorite recipes, great for an anytime no-cook meal with high protein and some veggies as well as a good way to add a little variety to your packed lunches. My family calls it mock tuna salad, since it’s a vegetarian version with familiar flavor notes (and it can be vegan if you use vegan mayo alternatives).

I will say 2.5/5 spoons since you do have to chop some vegetables, but otherwise it’s just mix and eat. If you have a food processer, you could probably throw the onion, celery, pickle, and chickpeas in and zhuzh them. Feel free to eyeball the amounts to your preference!

Mock Tuna Salad

1 can (15 oz.) chickpeas

¼ cup mayonnaise (or vegan mayo)

¼ cup finely* chopped onion

¼ cup finely chopped celery

1 tbsp finely chopped pickle

2 tsp spicy brown mustard

¼ tsp salt

¼ tsp garlic powder

¼ tsp dill weed (or splash of pickling liquid)

optional:

¼ tsp dried parsley

pinch (1/8 tsp) cayenne

Instructions

Drain chickpeas and place in a medium bowl.

Mash chickpeas with a fork or potato masher until few whole chickpeas remain.

Mix in all other ingredients until fully incorporated

Add more mayonnaise if needed. 

Serve as a dip with crackers or pita bread, or use as a sandwich filling. Enjoy!

[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.

[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

[hunieday]

Yuki - Daily Life Rabbit chat part 5 - Holiday Market

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yuki-san, thank you for your hard work.

Takanashi Tsumugi: We'll be appearing together on a music program next week! Everyone is already looking forward to working with Re:vale-san!

Yuki: Good work, I got a call from Okarin a while ago. Looking forward to it as well

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Yuki: I was actually thinking of rabbichatting with Maneko-chan

Takanashi Tsumugi: With me?

Yuki: Yeah, we’re at the roadside station you recommended the other day.

Yuki: Thanks to you we’re having a great time

Takanashi Tsumugi: Wah! So it’s your day off today! I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves.

Takanashi Tsumugi: I'm sorry for bothering you on your day off...!

Yuki: Don't worry about it

Yuki: I actually have some free time right now, so keep me company for a bit

Takanashi Tsumugi: Aren't you with Momo-san?

Yuki: He's trying his hand at the vegetable-packing activity, so he’s waiting in line to give it a try

Yuki: I think he's more into veggies than I am

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

CHOICE:

1) Don't you want to try the challenge?

Yuki: I'm just watching. Tried it once, couldn't pack much at all, and ended up losing money. So I've been appointed as Momo's cheerleading squad ever since

2) Is Momo-san good at the packing challenge?

Yuki: Like a pro. Even when we were struggling, he used to join housewives at the supermarket and work his hardest. Momo brought back the loot with a perfectly packed bag, looking absolutely cool

3) What are you planning to do after this?

Yuki: I'll watch Momo eat a parfait. We were talking about coming back later for dessert after lunch, but my stomach's still full.

Yuki: Momo’s working his hardest to stuff the bags alongside the housewives

Yuki: Though I'm a bit worried about the carrots

Takanashi Tsumugi: I know what you mean… I tend to pack the same vegetables instead of going with a variety since it’s easier…!

Yuki: Maneko-chan, do you have experience with this?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes I do! There are packing challenges at the local supermarket sometimes, so I give it my best whenever they happen!

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Yuki: Impressive

Takanashi Tsumugi: Sometimes I end up with nothing but carrots or sweet potatoes though, so I stick to the same vegetable menu for a while after that...

Yuki: What kind of menu do you go for?

Yuki: I might pickle some carrots tomorrow so I'm looking for some inspiration

Takanashi Tsumugi: I finely chop and add a lot of them to soup, or grate them and arrange them in different ways like a salad! 

Yuki: A salad sounds nice. You can sandwich it in bread so you won’t get tired of it

Yuki: Back when Momo brought back a ton of carrots from a packing challenge, we used to make curry or stew for days

Takanashi Tsumugi: Momo-san was in charge of packing them and you were in charge of the cooking!

Yuki: That’s right

Yuki: We were broke, so we only had curry roux, and I remember having curry with nothing but carrots for three days straight.

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Yuki: I thought my body might turn into curry on the third day

Yuki: Momo said everything tasted delicious, though

Takanashi Tsumugi: I'm sure it’s thanks to the love you put into it...!

Yuki: That's true

Yuki: That’s always been my secret ingredient

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Yuki: I think I'll stop Momo soon.

Yuki: He's working hard to pack those carrots, but his bag looks like it's about to rip and burst.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes! I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.

Yuki: Mhm. Thanks for keeping my company

Yuki: I'll do my best to make those flower crowns and send you pictures of my cute Momo

Takanashi Tsumugi: Looking forward to it...!

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

[fiadhaisteach]

Saw these breakfast sandwiches on Insta a bit ago and finally got around to fiddling around with the idea. They turned out pretty damned good, if I do say so myself... and the younger kiddo, who's always running out the door late, can eat one while waiting for the bus.

A dozen eggs, beaten & spiced to preference (I may have over salted this first batch), poured on a lipped cookie sheet (half sheet if you have one). Top with chopped veggies of choice (I used spinach). Bake at 350F for 12-15 minutes. Cut into 12 pieces.

Split an english muffin & smear a light bit of butter on the inside. Place a slice of egg, meat of choice (I used black forest ham, but am also going to try bacon & sausage & turkey), & cheese of choice (I used provolone this time).

Wrap in parchment paper & repeat until out of components.

Can be frozen for up to a month. Thaw, in the fridge, overnight & microwave* for 60 - 90 seconds (depending on microwave wattage), then let sit for a minute before eating.

Turned out pretty good.

And got 'em all done while waiting for the pressure canner to do its thing with the newest batch of chicken stock.

*Note - if your parchment paper is waxed, unwrap & rewrap in a paper towel before microwaving.

Oh... Total cost for 12 sandwiches, if not buying bulk eggs, would have been around $22, at my local big brand grocery store.

[celosiaceo]

My Kuras HCs

ADHD got me again so I’m making these with Kuras… my girlfriend my wife my beloved…

His eyes and the golden tear marks glow in the dark

Sex repulsed aroace (projecting)

Enjoys bitter rich scents

Wears outfits with long dresses/skirts on some of the rare occasions he’s off-work

Accompanies Mhin to pastry shops and gets the strongest coffee to just put on his desk and enjoy the aroma

Leander showed him coffee-scented candles and since then Kuras has been the number 1 customer

Non-binary (projecting)

His culinary range consists solely of things you can make only by chopping things up (dry veggie/fruit salads or sandwiches)

Has studied alchemy for centuries and watched humans develop it, finds the progress in knowledge fascinating

Omniglot, knows every language, including dead languages

Talks to Ais in many languages and helps him learn new ones in exchange for the help at the clinic

Finds comfort in cold things during the summer, he doesn’t necessarily feel a discomfort with the summer weather but cold objects are nice to the touch in such conditions

Gets a little sentimental whenever he patches Leander up

Enjoys violin music, can probably play it too

Drew the anatomy illustrations that hang on the walls in the clinic

Autistic (projecting)

Is always very warm, he doesn’t even need winter clothes because his body temperature Never changes

Really likes orchestral music

Mhin tells him about the stray cats they feed, Kuras is very invested and knows all of the cats by their names

Animals absolutely adore him, so do kids, and everyone (but Vere) really, Kuras just naturally leaves a good impression