#ciorba de burta

[icemunmun-spicy-scalpel]

All my Romanian food this month will fit right in with the new update!!

Mici – Romanian Ground Meat

Ciorba De Burta – Romanian Tripe Soup

Cozonac – Romanian Sweet Bread

[cozywriter]

🥮 ~ Cozy Corner’s Grand Menu ~ 🥮

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Upon entering its threshold, a soft chime rang through the empty establishment. The scent of fresh bread and coffee wafting through the air. You look around and quickly realize no one is here. Not one customer, barista or baker in sight. You step further into the shop, only to realize you don’t hear the busy clamor of the outside world. No honking cars, no muffled speech from passersby behind the door. Not even shadows crossing the color tainted glass windows. You decide to book it before some psycho pops out from behind the counter, but just as you turn on your heels to run for the door, all you see is white.

In a panic, you stumble backwards, only for the next thing you see to be the mahogany ceiling, a stinging pain making from your bum making itself known. Groaning softly, you sit up, trying to rub the pain away, cussing out some choice words. Slowly rising to your feet, you’re met with a small circular coffee table that seats one, your bag already propped on top of it and leaning against the dirty green walls. Utterly confused and a tad perturbed, you whip your head around, still finding the cafe empty. Hesitantly, you look back and blink twice as you find a leather bound menu, conveniently placed so that the establishment’s brand faces you. 

Figuring that one peak couldn’t hurt, you hesitantly sit down on the wooden stool that had been previously pushed in before opening the menu, reading it over…

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🥮 ~ Legend ~ 🥮

🎂Made to Order = Commissioned Requests

🍡Manager’s Pick = Self Commissioned 

🍓Spicy = Smut

🍨Sweet = Fluff

🍹Strong = Angst

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🥮 ~ Appetizers and Soups ~ 🥮

Green Tea Ochazuke (Bungo Stray Dogs) Ciorba de Burta (Castlevania) Beef Wantons (Lego Monkie Kid)

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🥮 ~ Main Dishes ~ 🥮 Moussaka (EPIC: The Musical)  Fish and Chips (Moriarty the Patriot) Boeuf Bourguignon (The Case Study of Vanitas) Traditional Pepperoni Pizza (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) Deep Fried Arctic Char (Fate/Grand Order)

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🥮 ~ Drinks ~ 🥮

Matcha and Cherry Fizzy Soda (Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign) Bloody Mary Cocktail (Blood Blockade Battlefront) Red Mystic Liquor (Bastard Warrior)

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🥮 ~ Desserts ~ 🥮

Jelly filled Donuts (Trigun: Stampede) Manju (PROGENITOR on YT) Dark Chocolate Pie (Bastards VS Zombies)

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🥮 ~ Manager’s Notes ~ 🥮

~ The Staff have the right to turn down any dish if it makes them uncomfortable to make.  ~ Kindly keep any and all orders relating to politics and religion out of this establishment. This is meant to be a safe space you can unwind and have fun. ~ Other than that, please enjoy your meal!

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Although the cafe’s food choices were… random, at least they had variety, right…? I guess now, all that’s left to do is place an order…

[maxissims4cc]

Ciorba De Burta - Romanian Tripe Soup by icemunmun

[tibberg]

Jajj, akarom mesélni, hogy olyan csorbalevest (ciorba de burta) meg szalontüdőt (pejsli) ettem most Budapesten, hogy majdnem elsírtam magam örömömben. Szerintem kb 10 éve nem ettem pejslit, oda meg vissza voltam, amikor megtudtam hogy van az étlapon.

[1robdrunkinsno]

Decemberben voltam, a ciorba de burta finom volt, de lehetett volna egy kicsit savanyúbb, mondtam is a pultosnak, erre

- Jó, majd szólunk, hogy savanyúbbat küldjenek Udvarhelyről

- Ööö...nekem elég lenne egy ecetes üveg itt a pulton a sótartó mellett

- Ja, tényleg!

Fény utcai piac - Vineta bar

(erdélyi tumli hahó, voltatok-e már?)

- a zakuszka pontosan olyan ízű-állagú (babos típus) ahogyan mami és anyum csinálja, szóval az - nekem, nekünk - merhetetlenul jól esett

- a miccs allaga, fuszerezese, olajossaga finom volt, de egy leheletnyivel lehetett volna erőteljesebb az íz

- viszont a - hagyományos - névadó krém nekem nem sikerült; nagyon domináns volt a füst (cserébe iszonyúan sótlan), de sem a hagyma, sem a zöldség jellege nem tudta ezt a számomra túlzó füstaromát áttörni

+1: pityokas kenyer aaaz isteni volt, az az iskola, ahogy felénk sütik, annak is inkább a lazabb szerkezetű verzioja; kicsit megegetve, kicsit buborékos tészta, nem a kötött típus (nem tudtam detektalni a zacskorol, ki suti, bár láttam beérkezni)

elfelejtettem, de fontos: a kiszolgálás kedves, figyelmes, mosolygós volt!, en úgy köszöntem el, hogy szerusztok szászok, én már mászok - de nem ismerték

[s-darling-art]

Batfam HC

In no particular order

Damian ends up taller than them all but for a period of time he was the same height as Tim and it was the most tense eight months at the manor

The only other physical effect the Pit left on Jason aside from healing his body is that his eyes now shine. Taking a nice picture of him is near impossible. He’ll stand where he knows light will reflect into his face to scare people. It’s Terrifying as Red Hood

Actually both Damian and Jason have the eye shine. Same with Talia and Ra’s.

Stephanie is a bottle blonde, she was blonde as a little kid but her natural color darkened to a medium light brown. Her license and ID and file in the batcave all say Blonde. It makes her laugh.

Every other hero that hasnt already had a Bat claim them will generally avoid the Bats whenever possible except for Duke. Everyone loves Duke.

All of them had to learn how to ballroom dance and can still do it

If it’s not a black or white tie event or meeting at WE offices, Tim has no clue how to dress himself. He lets Bernard dress him but that’s not really any better.

Bruce plays the piano very well. He stopped playing for a while after his parents died but got back into it before taking Dick in. He knows a couple classics like Clair de Lune [Alfred’s favorite] and Fantaisie Impromptu, op. 66 [his favorite] but he likes to improvise a lot. Helps him think.

Dick only knows how to cook three things without needing a recipe or instructions; Mămăligă, Ciorba de burta, and what he remembers of his mother’s Cozonac recipe.

Cass picks up instruments very quickly and so far knows the basics of piano, guitar, violin, and erhu.

[heartandmusic]

"Oh, uh, just one more thing, Mister Tate. So sorry to bother ya, I promise it'll only take a second, and then I'll get outta your hair."

"Wonderful, wonderful. You see, I get hung up on all these little details, and I just can't sleep until I get every one of 'em sorted out. I suppose that makes me a, a, what is it? A Sigma Male?"

"Gee, this stuff's real fascinating. I have this cousin Tony, you know, I bet he'd be a regular Sigma Male. He's got this big fancy job, travelling all over the place goin' to his business lunches and meetings. Few months ago his company even flew him out to Bucharest for a conference! Beautiful city, just beautiful. You ever been, Mister Tate?"

"Oh, I'd love to take my wife someday. My cousin Tony, he wrote home about all the terrific food they got in Bucharest. You know I can't get enough of my wife's cooking, but it's good for a guy to try somethin' new apart from all the chilis, casseroles, pizzas, what have you. Say, my cousin Tony happened upon this fantastic pizzeria when he was in Bucharest, Jimmy's? No, I believe he said it was Jenny's-"

"Jerry's! Yes, that's it. Now imagine that! First-rate Italian pizza all the way out in Bucharest! Surrounded by ciorba de burta, sarmale, and his favorite food out there is a home-style pizza pie. Tony, he gets back home, and all of a sudden he's lookin' everywhere for a Jerry's Pizza here in Los Angeles and he-"

"Gee, I'm so sorry, Mister Tate. I didn't mean to go off on a tangent like that. Now where were we? Oh, that's right! I wanted to ask you about that little home movie you made."

"Oh, yes I did. Thought it was quite clever of you. Now, the little detail that gets me is the pizza box you had with you in the movie. I just couldn't help but notice it's a Jerry's Pizza box. Just like Tony was tellin' me about. You see, the thing is, Tony couldn't find Jerry's Pizza anywhere in Los Angeles. I had to ask the nice young lady down the street who walks my dog on Thursdays - a Miss Ionescu, it just so happens her parents come from Bucharest - and she said there's no Jerry's Pizza anywhere in the United States. They only got those in Romania."

"Yes, Mister Tate, Romania. So, it appears your home video, broadcasted in response to Miss Thunberg's statement on December 28, could not have been recorded anywhere but Romania. That puts you in a very particular place at a very particular time. The same place and time, in fact, as our suspect. Now how do you figure that?

[yrenesposts]

What traditional romanian(or slavic) foods each ikevamp boy would enjoy the most

Napoleon: papanași

Mozart: i have this feeling mozart would love mititei(and romanian sausage)

Leonardo: ciorbă de burtă bonus points if with smântână

Arthur: would drink any type of țuică but i get the feeling he'd like the one made out of Armenian plums(caise)

Vincent: pomana porcului and sarmale

Theo: cozonac(bonus points if with jelly), papanași, kurtoskalacs

Isaac: ciorba de burta, brânză de burduf

Jean: cozonac/sweet bread(without jelly)

Dazai: zacuscă 👍(idk how to translate)

Shakespeare: jumări(idk how to translate this either).

Comte: ardei umplut(stuffed bell pepper), especially with sour cream. Idk why he just likes them

Sebastian: would eat zacuscă with dazai(not traditional food but he'd eat kubeti, specifically the ketchup flavour)

Charles: jumări (i just get the vibe) and cozonac

Faust: he likes mucenici(both boiled and the bread)

Vlad: mămăligă cu smântână, brânză și sarmale + țuică de prune, self explanatory (if you don't know what that is just google im not even sure how to translate that)

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

nsfw headcanon: dilf!bucky has to wear glasses to read the paper and to make fun of him for being a grumpy old man you hid them and then he made you wear a blindfold as he fucked you senseless as a punishment - ⭐️💛

Where You Belong - Bucky Barnes x Reader

18+

Word Count: 2,270

Warnings: Little bit of degradation, slight choking, blindfold, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, safe word: red, pulling hair, slightly metal arm kink, ice play. If I forgot something let me know.

Author's Note: Semi-Plot, Also I have no idea what came in me while writing this lol. But yes indeed I loved writing it lol

For the longest time that you have known Bucky, whenever he read the newspaper or read a book, he would put on his reading glasses. He insisted that he needed them, but you never believed him. Without a doubt, he looked handsome wearing them, but you knew that he didn't need to wear them.

Today you felt lazy to put on your contacts, so you put on your glasses. You were cleaning around the house as you found Bucky's glasses. Leo was following you around, helping you with anything you needed.

You grab Bucky's glasses and turn around, looking for Leo. Kneeling to Leo's eye level, you hand him Bucky's glasses "baby, can you ago and hide daddy's glasses for me." Leo always loved to play games, especially with Bucky. When you mentioned that he needed to hide his glasses, he knew where to put them right away. The moment he grabbed the glasses, he shuffled away from the room.

After a couple of hours, Bucky came home and walked to the kitchen, and noticed that you were wearing a high ponytail and your glasses with a tank top and high waisted grey shorts. He sneaks up to you and hugs you from behind, kissing the back of your head. "Doll, you are wearing your glasses." He said in a soft, tired voice.

You grab a spoon full of Ciorba de Burta (tripe soup) and blow it on it to cool it down. You slowly turn around, facing Bucky, and feed him the spoon full of soup in his mouth. Bucky closes his eyes as he softy groaned in pleasure. "That tastes fucking amazing, Doll." Whenever you cooked, especially something that he enjoyed, he would appreciate every bite.

"I'm going to go read something. I'll be back." Before he pulled away, he gave you a brief kiss on the lips and your temple. You turn to face the stove to focus on the food that you were preparing. Meanwhile, Bucky left to the living room.

Bucky was looking everywhere for his glasses, but he couldn't find them. "Doll, have you seen my glasses? I can't find them." He shouted as he looked underneath the couch.

Leo and Becca were on the floor of the living room playing store. "Mommy told me to hide them for you," Leo said towards Bucky's direction. Leo continued to play with Becca.

Bucky gets up from looking underneath the couch and looks in your direction, "She did?" he questioned Leo. He looked at him, and he was nodding his head with a small smile and closing his eyes. He needed to somehow get you back for what you did. "Do you what to stay with Uncle Steve tonight?" He looked down at Leo and Becca.

"Yes!" They both said at the same time. They loved being with Steve. That meant spending time with James and Samantha.

Throughout dinner, Bucky couldn't help but stare at you. He was thinking of the ways that he could punish you. He would break contact whenever Leo or Becca would talk to him, but other than that, Bucky's eyes were set on you. He looked at you with one of his eyebrows lifted and a serious look in his face. Occasionally he would look you up and down, lick his lips, and mischievously smirk to himself.

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You wanted to know what he was thinking, but you had an idea what it could be. When Steve came to pick up Leo and Becca, you were in the bathroom connected to the bedroom. You were getting ready to go to sleep. You found it odd that Bucky would call Steve last minute to come to pick up the kids. Usually, it would be planned days ahead. But you didn't mind it because it was long overdue since you and he had any alone time.

You were facing the mirror finishing your nighttime routine when you notice that Bucky was leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed together and a serious look on his face. He was looking up and down your body from head to toe.

Bucky starts to walk towards you and stands right behind you, placing his metal hand on your waist. He didn't say a word, and you didn't mind. Every night he would stare at you and watch you complete your routine.

When he knew that you were finished with your routine, he turns you around so that you were now facing him. He stared down at you with concentrated eyes, jay clenched tightly. "You think it's funny what you did today." His right hand went to wrap around your throat, "and think this wouldn't go unpunished." He said as he leaned into your ear in a quiet yet demanding voice.

You were frozen, swallowing hard. Even though you wanted to respond to him, you were unsure what to say. You knew better than to try to say a teasing or snarky comment whenever he would get in these moods.

"First, you tease me with the shorts that you are currently wearing." Bucky was softly speaking to you, pushing you against the countertop that was right behind you.

You were letting him press your back against the edge of the counter that the sink was on. You were nearly trembling at the way he was staring at you. He moves his hand from your throat and places both of his hands on your waist, picking you up so you could sit on top of the counter.

His hand moves to your throat once again, but this time he was putting pressure there as he spoke to you, "Second, you make someone else do your dirty work for you." Bucky places his thigh in between yours, parting your legs and pressing against you, making you inhale sharply. "You have been a bad girl, and you need to be taught a lesson or two."

Bucky presses his lips on your neck, kissing you and running his hands up and down your body, feeling the soft material of your pajamas. Before he continued, he pulls away and notices that you were still wearing your glasses. He grabs your frames and takes them off from your face, placing them on the countertop. "You won't be needing these, Bunny." The instant that he took off your glasses, your vision went to blur. The only thing that wasn't that blurry was Bucky. Even that, you couldn't see him that.

He grabs your waist and lifts you, and puts you down. Grabbing your hand, he guides you to the bedroom. You were unsure what he was going to do next. His hand went underneath your shirt, cupping your breast and his lips against the skin of your neck. "We need a safe word." he snarled against your neck.

"I don't need one." You argued with him with a cocky grin.

Even though you couldn't see what facial expression he was giving, you could feel like he was rolling his eyes. "Red. If you want me to stop, you have to say 'red,' okay?" He removes your shirt and shorts, leaving you naked. His left hand was placed on your waist, gently digging into your skin as he places his right hand on your shoulder.

Bucky pulls away from you and pushes your shoulder down, making you sit onto the bed. Even though you couldn't see what was going on very clearly, you noticed that he took a blindfold out of his pockets. He wraps the blindfold around your head, covering your eyes. The blindfold was soft on your skin, a silky texture that covered your eyes, leaving you in the darkness. Oddly enough, all your senses were enhanced, wanting to see without using your eyes.

Even though you couldn't see what was before you, you knew right away that it was Bucky. You placed your hands on the top of the fabric of his sweats and slowly pulled down his sweats and underwear before you could help him finish getting his clothes off.

You feel with his left hand Bucky grabs both of your wrists, and in a demanding way, he lifts your arms over your head, pinning you against the mattress while his other hand went in between your legs. Just as he had suspected, you were wet. "Such a brat, always so needy, aren't you?" He rubbed his fingers along your folds, letting your wetness collect on his fingers.

Without warning, plunged two fingers deep inside of you. You gasped in pleasure. "Oh my god." You whined. Bucky didn't stop or slow down. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you quickly. You were wet enough that it wasn't uncomfortable at all. It was exactly what you wanted.

While continuing the motions of his two fingers, he moved his hand so that his thumb was able to rub against your clit. He moved in quick circles. You felt the wave of your orgasm wash over you intensely. You were so close to your peak. Bucky knew you were. "Not yet, Bunny. I'm not done with you." He growled against your neck, sending vibrations through your skin.

Bucky lets go of your hands and starts to move downwards on you. Without losing his rhythm, he starts leaving a trail of hickeys from your stomach to your inner thighs.

He immediately began licking your pussy, going right to the spots that he knew drove you crazy. He pressed his tongue against your clit in small, fast motions. Your thighs moved in closer around his neck, gripping him just a little to keep him in place as you whimpered. He sighed as he looked up to you, noticing how desperate you were for him.

You gasped, tilting your head back from the feeling of it.

He began curling his fingers inside of you, caressing your inner walls in such a way that you began to gasp, all of your muscles tightening. You whined, your hips shifting in a way that helped his rhythm.

With one of your hands, you were scrunching up the sheets on the mattress. Meanwhile, the other one was on Bucky's head, tangling your fingers around his hair. Gently pulling his hair. Bucky always found it fascinating that you would be trembling underneath him with one single touch of his.

Bucky slowly starts to move upwards, leaving a trail of kisses on your body until he met your lips. It was one of those kisses that were filled with raw passion and love. You felt a strong sense of adrenaline from through your entire body as you felt every one of your senses being met. You were heavy breathing against Bucky's lips as his left hand was roaming everyone on your upper body. "You remember, right?" he said into your ear.

You gave him a brief nod as he felt his left arm dig into the skin of your hips. In the next second, Bucky flips you over, holding your hips up and your ass in the air. You were naturally steady yourself on your elbows, arching your back for him.

He glides his cock over your slick folds, letting your wetness gather his tip. After a couple of times of teasing you, he nudges his slip slowly in. His hands are on your hips to calm you down as he goes in deeper inside of you, sinking into your heat till he's fully buried in you.

He has no patients to build up a fast rhythm by going slow first. He dramatically increases his pace more rapid and ferocious one, letting you think of nothing but his cock ramming inside you. "Fuck… Buck." you moaned loudly.

Without losing the rhythm inside you, he reached over to the cup of cold water on his nightstand and grabbed an ice cube. You could feel the cold water dripping from Bucky's hand onto your back. He presses the ice cube on your back as he softly kisses you all over your spine. This sent goosebumps all over your body from the cube of ice that Bucky was gently running on your spine.

You felt his hand with the ice cube roamed all over your lower stomach as he got near your inner thigh, pressing the ice cube on your thigh. He was moving it all over, making you shiver at the thought that the ice cube was so near your heat.

Bucky's metal hand harshly landed on your ass, making you gently moan at the sting that he left in your bare skin. With his other hand, he wraps his hand wrapped all over your hair, pulling it a bit tough.

The next thing you knew was that the ice melted against your skin, and Bucky roughly pushed your head onto the pillow. You both were breathing hard, trying to catch every breath you could. You were practically trembling underneath him. Shockwaves rolled through you, and your voice was cracking as you were screaming his name. Bucky whimpering your name as he was biting your shoulder as he filled you up with his seed.

Bucky gets off you and lays right next to you, removing the blindfold you had on. You were trying to catch your breath, as so was Bucky. You were at your very highest, and so was he. Bucky proceeds to grab the duvet, pulling it over both bodies. "If you think the night is over, Bunny. This is just the beginning." He turns around and faces you as he said in a seductive voice to you as he licked the back of your ear.

[mrs1951hudcom]

La mulți ani, România!! ❤️🎉🎁

Marea Ziua Unirii este sărbătorită de minune în țara mea de naștere:

România!!

Astăzi este o comemorare a unirii regiunilor antice separate din Transilvania, Basarabia, și Bucovina cu Regatul Român pentru a forma România actuală.

Aceste trei regiuni sunt acum egale, care sunt simbolizate în pavilionul românesc.

În 1878, România câștigă oficial independența față de Imperiul Otoman.

Pentru a demonstra o recunoaștere adevărată, în capitala României se desfășoară o paradă militară:

București!!

Mulți sărbătoresc această zi în țară și în întreaga lume!!

De asemenea, se face multă mâncare și se împarte familiilor.

Vă recomand să încercați: „Sarmale”, „Pomana Porcului”, și „Ciorba de Burta”.

De asemenea, eu fac aceste feluri de mâncare!!

Au un gust foarte delicios!!

Cu toate acestea, din moment ce eu sunt o mașină, adaug un pic de sos de scufundare „benzină” pentru a adăuga mai multă aromă.

Mmmm....

Cum sărbătoriți această zi frumoasă??

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#uniunearomână

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#1decembrie1918

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[earl-of-221b]

He thinks of Frankenstein’s son. He thinks of the boy in the snow. He thinks of the boy in the snow as Frankenstein’s son, even when he knows better. He thinks of Frankenstein as someone’s son. He had a father, a mother, once upon an age, did he not? Not even an age. Frankenstein is not yet one hundred years old. His forebears lived mere decades ago, and he was brought up in a place something like this, among snowy winters, crisp mountain air and crowded town squares full of festival song and dance, light for the dark and memorial for the deceased. He lived like this, once upon a time, perhaps ploughed fields like this, else apprenticed in the next town like this; and he was going to have the son he craved, daughters too, a warm house with a homely fire, a beautiful, seasonal garden, and a table spread certainly not lacking of ciorba de burta. This is the rich, varied, chaotic human life he was going to have. Living in a farmstead, village, citadel like this. With people like them. He was going to live like them and die never reaching his one hundredth year like them. He is them.

Frankenstein’s lips tug mischievously into one corner as he catches Raizel’s eye from across the round. 

Does he miss his people? Does he miss his world? 

Raizel doesn’t miss Lukedonia.

Excerpt from ch 7 of Strangers

[ocmakerofcanada]

The Arcana Apprentice OC Profile

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Name: Gabriel Luminița

Gender: Female

Nickname: Gabi

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 5' 3.5" ( feet ) & 1.61 ( meters )

Birthday: 9/27

Zodiac: Libra

Birthstone & flower: Sapphire & Aster

Favorite food: Her family recipe of Ciorba de burta (tripe soup)

Favorite drink: Milk tea or just any kind of tea

Favorite flower: Red spider lily

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: Romanian

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[flowersindistress]

Ch 24 - On My Mind [Ever Since We Met]

In this one: Agatha reminisces on a dream.

Agatha drifted asleep finally after what felt like too many days and nights without it. She was dreaming of one of her own memories, this time one of theirs, which she had been avoiding, but could not always be helped.

It was another time she had ‘awoken’ to find herself at his castle. Agatha had been wandering around, her curiosity never completely satisfied by the place. There was always some new hall to discover, a new room unexplored. She could picture Jonathan here, lost, trying to keep his sanity.

As usual, Dracula found her, reminding her that she may get lost if she did too much of her solitary exploring. It was by then a normal situation, as they both had become accustomed to these meetings.

At some point in their conversation, the subject had come around to food (not surprising at all). Agatha asked the Count if he wished he could eat something besides blood. But it seemed he didn’t.

“The bloodlust never ends,” he had told her. It was much too strong for him to want anything else.

Agatha mentioned something about one of the dinners the Detective had once brought her, and the meals she sometimes cooked at the convent. Somehow after this they had ended up at the kitchen with Dracula intending to cook for her and teach her a new meal, something Romanian. Some sort of soup, or stew.

She helped him, but he did most of the work. He cooked up chicken, some appetizers, and even made desserts. Agatha recognized Dracula’s need to boast and prove himself excelled in nearly everything, and if it weren’t for this, she would’ve thought he was hosting a party with all the food he was preparing.

“Are we having a ball of some sort?” she said, and she imagined what this castle must have looked like once, lively, full of music and brimming with lights. “I’m not going to be able to eat all of this.”

“No, I imagine not,” he chuckled. “But I insist you try a little of everything. You’ll like it.”

Agatha took a sip of the wine, watching him continue his cooking. She had been uncharacteristically distracted, not taking many mental notes, more interested in observing his actions to satisfy the deep assessment of him she constantly sought out.

He indeed had a sharp mind to remember these recipes when he rarely cooked, except when he had his doomed visitors over. Dracula cut the ingredients with precision, pouring vegetables little by little into a pan. Control and precision, she thought.

He cleaned up well, looking like the man he strove to be, once maybe even was. Seemingly physical perfection in the way he presented himself. He seemed like someone who had not ever had a care in the world, had never been touched or affected by anything. It seemed nothing could touch him.  It made her wonder--He had known violence his entire life, but had it- or anything ever truly affected him?  

If she had met the Count years ago, when she was younger and much less wise, and without an inkling of who or what he was, she may have even been fooled and charmed by him. How many had come here for him… and ended up killed or worse--becoming something else?

One would never guess at first glance that he was a monster.

Agatha glanced over his hands and the fabric tugging at his forearms, then back to his face when he looked at her.

“Here. Try a little,” he leaned forward and smiled.

Agatha almost moved back. When Dracula looked at her it felt as if he was trying to uncover layers of her thoughts and it was startling. Something she only encountered with him. A problem of this bond unintentionally created.

She noticed he intended to feed her himself with a spoon he held. She immediately took hold of his wrist, and gently took the silverware from him, before trying some of the food. The name of the recipe came to her mind suddenly as she tried it. Ciorba de Burta. That’s what it was.

“It’s good,” she said, placing down the silverware. “I didn’t know you knew how to cook so well, but I should not be surprised. What’s next? After the carrots, the onions, I presume…?”

“You’ve been paying attention,” he smiled.

“I’m trying to keep up with you,” she smirked. “Tell me, have you always been careful with what you eat?”

“Always, Agatha.”

“Is any garlic needed? I believe the recipe requires it,” she said, joking and maybe hoping to get another answer out of him, something that could reveal a weakness. But he avoided it superbly.

“We can do without it,” he smiled again. “After this, maybe you can show me what you nuns keep in your kitchen. I can teach you more, even with limited ingredients.”

“We’ll see.”

She felt oddly suspicious of his intentions, but at that time she wasn’t sure why. Dreams were only dreams, after all. If she was to spend time with him, it wouldn’t hurt to be back where at least she was familiar with her surroundings.

Agatha turned her attention back to the counter to finish chopping the onions. She took the knife in her hand, and momentarily the thought crossed her mind of how he would react if she accidentally cut herself with it. She looked at the Count for a moment and smiled, somehow feeling the thought crossed his mind as well. The mutual feeling and recognition of it was both gravely terrible and amusing at the same time. She looked back down and got to work, quickly chopping the vegetables without incident.

“I wonder what this castle of yours must have been like in its past. Many parties, I presume, and less cobwebs I hope?”

“Not as many parties as you’d think. But they were quite grand.”

“I can imagine. And you with your admirers.”

Dracula looked at her as she said it, dark eyes brimming with amusement, but she didn’t notice much nor think it bold of herself. It was the truth, and instead she thought to ask her next question.

“Did you kill them all?” she inquired, avoiding his gaze.

“No,” he replied. “Some needed a few years to grow a little more…tender.”

“You deliver as always a wonderfully morbid answer to my question.”

“And you love to ask questions, Agatha,” he responded. “It is an endearing quality. But you do remember our deal?”

“Yes. I have nothing to hide.”

He looked down and laughed, moving closer to her. She stood in place, placing one hand on the counter.

“Interesting you’d say that. I believe everyone has something to hide.”

“Again, even if I did, you know almost everything about me by now, don’t you,” she admitted.

“Maybe more than most. Have you ever thought of leaving the convent?”

“Of course,” she answered immediately. “Not as a serious thought to take into consideration, but it has crossed my mind.”

“So it has.”

“It’s easy to picture life outside of it when you look out a window and see so much going on in the world,” she said.

Agatha moved past him and placed the last of the ingredients in the soup as the fire warmed it up. It smelled delicious. Little did she know it would be one of the last times enjoying any human food. Soon it would be all blood…

Agatha jolted awake, frustrated that she had been dreaming about her memories with him in the first place. Whatever connection she had with the vampire, it had taken root deep inside her, and she could feel it constantly tugging at her. Or maybe it was Dracula using his power over her again.

Stefan must have gone out again, and she opened the blinds, hoping for some sunlight but it had gotten dark already. Agatha tried to fight away her irritability, which had been far too prominent lately, by trying to cook. She looked to see what food Stefan had around the place and managed to make a less flavorful version of the soup along with some chicken for the Detective to enjoy. Making use of otherwise useless memories.

[books-and-cookies]

What are some typically Romanian dishes that you would recommend everyone to try?

Okay, these are the most common I know of:

* sarmale - force-meat wrapped in cabage leaves or in vine leaves

* mici - grilled mince meat rolls

* ciorba de fasole cu ciolan afumat - bean soup with smoked pork hocks

* ciorba de burta - tripe soup

* drob de miel - lamb haggis

* zacusca - vegetable paste (it contains eggplant, bell pepper, tomatoes and other stuff i can't remember)

* cozonac - Romanian sponge cake

Hugs! ❤

[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

Am putea spune "te bucuresti" in loc de "te bucuri"

nu ar avea sens identic, fiindca cine pl mea se bucura in bucuresti in afara de studenti in prima luna maxim si de aia din provincie prea infumurati ca sa mai tolereze ciorba de burta la ei acasa si vin in bucuresti cu aere de bucuresti pregatite de dinainte 

[serpentium13]

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