#confit potatoes

[daily-deliciousness]

Garlic confit mashed potatoes

[windslar]

[morethansalad]

Vegan Potato Confit

[ohemaa-warrior]

While I'm here, don't say you have a good mash recipe when it's cheesless??? Get out of the kitchen you're taking up space

[fieriframes]

[AND HIGH-END RESTAURANT. FROM THOSE POTATO SKINS I WAS TALKING ABOUT... I HAVE LEARNED TO SUFFER IN SILENCE OF DUCT CONFIT POTATO SKINS IN A BAR.]

[davidwhornii-blog]

Chicken Corn Chowder with Bacon

This quick cooking chowder is hearty and flavorful, perfect for summer, then swinging right into fall and winter! Packed with fresh sweet corn, smoky bacon, and tender chicken, this easy recipe is sure to become a family favorite.

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[eudico-my-beloved]

got sick from the too spicy chili from chili competition unit thing. death

[grendelmor]

Homemade duck confit. It’s quite the process, but it it’s quite tasty.

[unsuke]

Recipe for Garlic Confit Confit is an old-fashioned method of preserving food in oil. Use garlic confit in mashed potatoes, pasta, garlic bread, or as a quick way to season steamed veggies. 3/4 cup pure olive oil, 2 bulbs garlic, 2 sprigs fresh thyme

[plant-grave]

One of the benefits of having an improv team comprised of two 40-something dads is they will cheer you on in the group chat every step of you making Garlic Confit for the first time

[voddewijf]

Recipe for Garlic Confit Confit is an old-fashioned method of preserving food in oil. Use garlic confit in mashed potatoes, pasta, garlic bread, or as a quick way to season steamed veggies.

[jeannader]

Confit of Leeks and Baby Carrots

Leeks and baby carrots are simmered in butter, white wine, and chicken stock until meltingly tender in this confit side dish recipe.

[pixelplayground]

Potomac & Pearl, Harbour Road, Brindleton Bay

Refined Maritime Dining on the District's Waterfront. Menu selections below:

RAW BAR

Chesapeake Oyster Selection Daily rotation of local varieties, mignonette, cocktail sauce Half Dozen 24 | Full Dozen 46

Seafood Plateau Maine lobster, jumbo shrimp, local oysters, middleneck clams, jumbo lump crab Small (serves 2-3) 95 | Large (serves 4-6) 185

Tuna Crudo Yellowfin tuna, preserved citrus, fresh herbs, sea beans 24

STARTERS

Maryland Crab Bisque Sherry, chive oil, Old Bay crème fraîche 18

Charred Octopus Fingerling potatoes, preserved lemon, smoky paprika oil 21

Foraged Mushroom Toast Local wild mushrooms, herb ricotta, truffle honey 19

Heritage Beet Salad Whipped goat cheese, spiced pecans, aged balsamic 17

MAIN COURSES

Chesapeake Crab Cakes Jumbo lump crab, corn succotash, herb remoulade 48

Whole Roasted Dover Sole Brown butter, capers, preserved lemon, fine herbs MP

Pan-Seared Rockfish Saffron risotto, fennel confit, shellfish broth 42

Dry-Aged NY Strip 14oz Prime beef, bone marrow butter, roasted mushrooms 58

Lobster Thermidor 1.5lb Maine lobster, cognac cream, gruyère, fine herbs MP

SHARED SIDES

Truffle Pommes Purée 14 Grilled Local Asparagus 12 Roasted Wild Mushrooms 15 Creamed Swiss Chard 13

DESSERTS

Dark Chocolate Soufflé Vanilla crème anglaise, sea salt 16

Meyer Lemon Tart Toasted meringue, candied citrus 14

Artisanal Cheese Selection Local honey, spiced nuts, preserved fruits 24

[ragingbookdragon]

Going Batty

BATDAD One-Shot!

Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: None

Author's Note: For Batdad <3

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He rubbed a hand across his face as he opened the door into the kitchen from the garage, calling out tiredly, “I’m home.” He set his keys on the rack and dropped his bag by the door, pulling his hand away in confusion when no one answered. The lights were out, not a sign of life in sight. “Anybody home?” he asked, walking towards the living room. Usually, a sign of life could be found in the form of two of his sons arguing over who got the TV remote so they could watch their shows.

No one was there either and he frowned before he shrugged, assuming that his husband and children had all gone on patrol. He turned and jumped a foot in the air, eyes widening in surprise when he saw Dick and Damian standing there dressed in suits and holding hand towels over their wrists.

He held a hand to his chest as he exhaled, feeling the adrenaline fading. “Jesus, you two scared the hell out of me.” His eyes scanned them, and his gaze narrowed as he asked suspiciously, “Why are you both in suits? Who died?”

Dick smiled and walked up to him. “Welcome home, dad. We have something special planned for you.”

Damian stood with his head up high. “Father, if you will follow us, please.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, and he glanced at Dick who simply nodded; he shrugged and gestured for them to lead, and he walked behind them into the dining room where the main table had been moved out and a simple 3’ by 3’ sat in its place, an elegant tablecloth covering it. Candles stood next to their fine silverware, never taken out unless it was a family scene, and two crystal glasses stood next to each set of forks and knives.

Bruce stood by the table and Damian walked up and turned, facing his father following behind him. “Father, tonight, you and father dine in honor of your anniversary.”

Anniversary.

Their anniversary.

Their 25-year anniversary.

Crap.

It’d been so long since they’d celebrated an actual anniversary and not a staged one for the media that he’d completely forgotten about it. By Bruce’s subtle smile, he knew it too, but simply walked up and held out his hand.

He took it and Bruce asked, “Will you join me for dinner?”

“You didn’t cook, did you?” he teased softly with a smile and Bruce chuckled.

“Actually, Jason took leisure of cooking duties tonight.” He led his husband to the table and pulled out his chair before sitting in his own.

Dick poured some wine into their glasses. “Here we have a Label of Leroy Musigny Grand Cru, from Cote de Nuits, France. A savory and classic red.”

The two men swirled their wines in their glasses, and he inhaled the fragrance before trying a sip; he nodded impressed and looked at Dick. “Thank you, son.”

Dick smiled as Jason walked in, and he couldn’t suppress the laugh that left him as he saw his second son in a chef’s outfit complete with a chef’s hat. Jason held a tray in his hand and began placing their dishes down.

“No appetizers because appetizers are lame, and you won’t have room for dessert, and I worked too hard on it to not have it eaten tonight.” He set the plates down. “I’ve prepared duck confit to go with the red wine, along with roasted vegetables consisting of corn, asparagus, and potatoes, as well as white rice.”

He nodded, again impressed at the sight and planning. “It looks delicious, son.”

Jason puffed his chest out. “It is delicious. I made it.”

“Thank you,” he said with a gentle smile, then looked around. “Where’s Tim?”

“I’m over here!” Tim popped his head up from the corner of the room. “I’m finishing up the sound system.” As soon as he finished, soft, instrumental music began playing and the four boys stood together and took a quick bow.

Jason set a small bell on the table beside Bruce. “Ring when you guys are ready for dessert.”

They scurried out and he smiled, looking at Bruce. “You didn’t have to do all of this, Bruce.”

“I wanted to do something special for you,” he answered, reaching across the table to take his husband’s hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles and the golden band. “You’ve taken care of me for so many years, put up with so much nonsense, all our kids. Any lesser man would’ve run for the hills…or ended up in Arkham.”

He snorted and turned his hand up, holding Bruce’s. “From going batty?”

“I was thinking clinically insane, but batty works too.” Bruce pulled his hand away and lifted his glass of wine. “To us. Twenty-five years and counting.”

He lightly tapped his glass to Bruce’s. “To us, and hopeful for many more years to come.”

As they began to eat, they drifted into conversation about their life together, how it came to be, meeting, marrying, taking in Dick as a ward, and everything that followed after. Laughter and a few tears were shed but a general feeling of love settled around them as they kept talking about their life. When Jason dropped off dessert, a fresh peach cobbler with homemade vanilla bean ice-cream, the two were tipsy and smiling easily. With dessert eaten, they managed to get to their feet and come around the table, taking each other in their arms as they swayed to the soft piano coming from the speakers.

He rested his temple against Bruce’s shoulder, feeling the man wrap his arms around him securely. “Bruce?”

“Hmm?” his husband hummed, eyes closed as he rested his chin against the man’s temple.

“Do you think it’s possible to fall in love again?”

“I don’t have to think. I know. I fall in love with you every morning I wake up next to you.” Bruce squeezed him. “Every night I close my eyes knowing you’re next to me.”

He breathed deeply, sinking deeper into his husband’s arms. “You sure know how to make a man feel special, Bruce Wayne.”

“Only man that matters,” he replied, kissing his husband’s forehead. “Only one that ever will.”

“Happy Anniversary, Mister Wayne.”

“And a Happy Anniversary to you, Mister Wayne,” Bruce said, leaning down to kiss his husband when,

“Psst! Dad!” The two pulled back and looked up, seeing Tim standing in the doorway. “Dad!”

“Which dad?” he asked. “We’re both dad.”

Tim rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You dad, not him dad.”

“That technically doesn’t clarify which dad you’re referring to,” Bruce replied.

“Batdad.”

“Still both dads,” he said with a wince, then he pointed to himself. “Me dad?”

“YES! YOU DAD!” Tim cried in exasperation.

“What, son?” he laughed.

“Can we watch the Saw series?”

“No.”

“But why?” Tim whined.

“Because one of you is going to get wigged out and end up sleeping in our bed.”

“We see worse on patrol,” Jason said, sticking his head atop Tim’s, then he lifted his hand. “I’ve technically done worse.”

Dick stuck his head around Jason’s arm. “He has. I’ve seen it.”

“Can’t you guys watch a Disney movie or something?” he said with a sigh.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?” Tim begged, clasping his hands in front of him. “None of us will get scared, promise.”

He looked at Bruce who simply shrugged and he sighed. “Fine. But no one better not show up at midnight.”

***

The door cracked open, and he lifted his head, blinking blearily at the thirteen- and eighteen-year-olds standing in his doorway.

“Father…” Damian started, and he sighed exasperated.

“Come on,” he said, opening the covers.

The two crawled in, Damian on Bruce’s side, Tim on his, and he laid back down, closing his eyes.

“I told you boys not to watch Saw.”

A few moments later, the door opened again; Dick and Jason stood there with their pillows in hand.

“Dad…”

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garlic confit mashed potatoes