#cookingware

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i am not immune to launchpad sol and albin thoughts

[averagenderedmanta]

Bad WikiHow Article:

How to convince (a maybe future friend) to not make soup out of me?

[smolandweirdwriter]

Okay so I have another headcanon about Adaine;

she has PTSD from the corn cutie fight, especially her...involvment in Doreens passing. She started to notice signs of her panic attacks whenever she tried to help in the kitchen (when she slept over at a badkids place during freshman year) but it only really sunk in when she moved out of the Abernants house (because obviously she didn't have to deal with something so 'mundane' as cooking or clearing the table there, that's what unseen servants are for).

So the first time she was properly moved out she wanted to try and help Jawbone cook because damn it she should learn how to prepare basic meals but then he handed her a ladle to keep stiring something and oh gods all she can hear is her blood rushing in her ears and she can only stare at the ladle and oh gods there's blood dripping off of it and there's blood in her face and blood on her hands and she won't ever be able to get rid of it and there's Doreens last words ringing in her ears and it'smyfaultit'smyfaultIkilledherIbeathertodeathohgods and just...yeah.

Adaine and PTSD related to cookingware/kitchen

Adaine gets home the night after her first day of school. It's late, and her parents had to go out of their way to get her, and her father wouldn't even get out of the fucking car because he was embarrassed of her, so nobody's talking to each other, so nobody cares that Adaine hasn't eaten dinner. She goes to bed too tired and overwhelmed to care that she's hungry. She can still feel Doreen's blood against her face and clothes and hear her voice in her ears as she trances. The next morning, she sits down as unseen servants serve bowls of oatmeal, and she freezes at the sight of a ladle. Her face goes grey in horror, and she looks down to make sure the handle isn't still in her hand. She can feel blood under her nails.

Her father notes the look on her face and, sighing because Adaine's trepidations are an endless source of nuisance, asks what the matter is now. Adaine tries to speak and can't, which leads to a lecture, and Adaine very literally runs out of the room, and the house, and goes to school. She is grounded for two weeks when she gets home that night, and no one brings up the outburst again.

(However, Aelwyn gets home half an hour before Adaine, and as far as anyone knows, she spends the rest of the day in her room studying. But ladles are curiously absent from the Abernant home from that day forward.)

When she moves out and moves in with Jawbone, she wants to learn to cook. Ladles are a no-go, as are most things that feel like them. But she manages to cook other things. Jawbone helps her, and her friends all decorate ladles and other cooking supplies and cover them in fabrics and such so that they don't feel or even look like the original instrument. It's silly, but it works.

Still, she's not fond of the feeling of holding a ladle. This is another reason she prefers to bake--you don't use ladles to make cookies.

[frodo-cinnamonroll]

If the Fellowship Collected Things

a/n: So making Fellowship headcanons has been my newest obsession as far as writing goes. It's so much fun! It's so cool how it just come to you. I was partially inspired by @wordbunch and those amazing ones. I'll be posting the plethora of ones I've written over time. Here's what the Fellowship would have collections of. Enjoy!

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Sam: dried/pressed leaves and flowers. Dirt samples in little glass bottles with cork caps (he has a tiny spade too). Recipes and cookingware. 🍳

Frodo: maps and books. If a map is torn, he will cut it into small pieces and put it in a frame like a collage. Feathers he finds. 🪶Quilts and blankets.

Merry: he collects ale mugs and cloth napkins. Since hobbits have so many parties, his collection is always growing. Every now and then he'll snatch spoons or forks because he's always losing his silverware 🍽

Pippin: he collects poetry and songs, but no one knows how or where he gets so many. He has a wardrobe of just scarves. A bunch of cool rocks he finds that he thinks have gold in them, though Gimli tells him otherwise. 🪨

Aragorn: books... lots and lots of books 📚 He also has a collection of swords and daggers since he becomes attached to them. He has a secret collection of ribbons that Arwen wore in her hair that NO ONE touches 🎀

Boromir: he collects shields 🛡 Sometimes you'll find bones from who knows what. He has a wall of animal hides from hunting. He whittles little figurines a lot too.

Legolas: feathers and fern leaves 🍃 (ferns are the only plants he'll collect). And arrowheads also

Gimli: blades of axes and acorns 🌰 (he won't explain why). He always admires Sam's dirt collection and has a rock collection of his own for each important place he visits.

[eorziapple]

6) public sex and/or 8) sex outdoors for Apple and Klynt please! From what I have been told, the boatride to Tural practically dissolves into a swinger's cruise lmfao

((gonna go with both, but probably not in the fiction of on the boatride, as that is very much the beginning of their relationship and it's hard to headcanon them being -that- wild.)) Costa Del Sol was as luxurious as ever, likely due to the exorbitant prices they were charging for the privilege of anchoring in the bays. It was a necessary expense, and thankfully Erick's and not hers, the houseboat had made for a decent company party barge for the Moonfire Faire, and he was eager to make the vessel official this year. There was a lot to prepare for, installing the cookingware on the deck so she could manage a small staff, and also sprucing it up for the year's swimsuit calendar photo shoots.

((break for smut))

Naturally, getting a spot to moor was key, so she'd set out about 2 weeks early to reserve and select her spot. It had paid off, a swimmable distance from one of the many lagoons, and soon enough more and more ships were pulling in around.

She'd be living here until the faire proper, though some folks from the company would be along in a few days to help set up. Normally she would have welcomed a bit of solitude out in the cool water and beautiful weather, but, as fate would have it, she had someone in her life that needed some R&R, and she was all too happy to take her along.

Klynt was busy setting the anchor, and Apple couldn't help admire her, staring at the Roegadyn's back muscles flexing and the exertion as she worked. Her slack-jawed leering didn't go entirely unnoticed, as Klynt stood and wiped the sweat from her brow, she gave her Hyur companion a knowing grin and a wink, before walking over, brushing a hand over Apple's exposed midriff, while the other brushed aside her swim skirt to boldly grasp at her rear, squeezing greedily. Apple gasped, and helpfully removed her floppy sun hat as Klynt leand down for a hard kiss. She was used to this sort of attention from Klynt, and, being honest, the attention was a good part of the reason she'd extended the invite to her. A couple of days of swimming, cocktails, amazing seafood, and mind-melting sex was all that Apple could want after so long traipsing around Tural and getting bogged down in research.

Klynt's attention turned more domineering, her hands moved to grasp and grope, and Apple was all too eager to give in to their desires. Her cheeks burned -bright- though as she heard the sounds of cheering. Off the starboard side, a party barge was pulling in. Decent sized crew, from the looks of it. A good crowd had gathered, clutching drinks and giving enthusiastic cheers as Klynt broke their kiss and began to attack the nape of her neck. "Mmm... Klynt." she sighed with desperation as she tried to squirm her way out of their powerful grasp. "Lets go below deck..." Klynt's next words came in a sultry tone that almost sounded like a growl, "Nah, lets give 'em a show." Before Apple could protest, Klynt moved to kiss her again, and her hand pushed aside her swimsuit, strong fingers effortlessly plunging deep into her, a surprised mewling moan meeting Klynt's lips as Apple's protesting squirms gave way to the eroticism of the moment.

A cacophony of "Woo!"'s erupted from the onlookers, Apple only daring a look for a moment, as she saw drinks being clinked and a few of the more eager voyeurs already embracing and locking lips with each other themselves. This was horrifying, embarressing, she couldn't believe Klynt was doing this, feeling so very angry and upset and..... oh so very turned on. As Klynt broke the kiss, she pulled her hand away from Apple's nethers, moving to tease the young Hyur with those fingers, drenched in her own desire. "Still wanna take it downstairs", she offered Apple an out, even as she dangled those fingers teasingly. She wanted to, of course she did, this was insane, those people would be moored here till moonfaire, in all likelihood. She'd see them in the restaurants or swimming about or... by the twelve, maybe they'd be talking to her? Which is why it made no sense whatsoever that she responded to the offer by grasping the hand, and sucking greedily on those fingers. More cheering. A few grunts and giggles. Klynt sank down to her knees, forcefully pushing her legs apart as her head rose settling right in between them. Klynt got to work with all the skill and bravado that she could muster. And as apple glanced towards all the onlookers, still hollering their encouragement, she realized at the moment, she did not give one solitary fuck.

[granulesofsand]

Coming Soon: the Big Day

🗝️🏷️ high stakes camping, RAMCOA

Finally let our survival alters stock up today. The day we can run is approaching, and if we don’t take that chance, it won’t be for lack of preparation.

We were trained for short term woodland living if we had long events, including “hunting”, but it was never our purpose. The people who do it best are largely inaccessible, so don’t be expecting us to be too helpful if you’re in a similar situation.

Today was luxury day;

Specific clothing (that we “would never wear”, but will indeed wear) — we have a running list of clothes our perps have seen and clothes that’ll tolerate rough and tumble

Hair dye (we have scissors for hair specifically) — the style we leave with won’t be the same the first few populated areas we stop through

Deep, light hot plate (may or may not work) — still looking for a pot that’ll handle fire and doesn’t weigh more than everything else combined, goal is boiled water and cooked foraged food

Nonperishables (nicer canned foods) — can eat cold or hot, weighty but good for long walks without properly edible plants

We have some more public-geared we don’t necessary need, but will take if we can fit it in the “big bag”;

Perfume (this is one our perps might recognize, but we intentionally don’t wear it near them) — covers bad smell, makes us come off not poor

Dress (one very nice and one eh) — sleeping in hotels, getting into bars and nightclubs

Soap (possibly also towel) — gym memberships provide showers with just water, just makes people less suspicious of us when we don’t stink

Purse (with small odds and ends, like a rechargeable lighter, a nice powerbank, little makeup) — looks like money, more acceptable than backpack

Computer (and charger) — easy access to cafes and the like, WiFi wherever, buys tickets and finds timetables, overall useful

And then staying alive needs;

Bags (big, backpack, purse) — one to travel, one for daily moving, one for looks

Sleeping bag (possibly blanket) — nighttime is cold, bugs live on the ground everywhere

Layers (coat and boots, light underthings and nicer gym shoes) — climate here is four seasons

Detergent (ideally safe-ish for clothes and safe for dishware)

Alcohol (also little pads) — cleans body, cleans wounds, better than nothing for cookingware

Cookingware (pot and ladle) — something to handle fire and something to touch hot food and wood

Container (big thermos) — for “soup” and drinking water

Tooth/hairbrush (possibly toothpaste) — better grooming builds trust

“Opt out” (fast-acting poison) — in case the other options are worse

We do want to find a safehouse, which would change the list some. The wheelchair would be hard to take, but our perps don’t know we have it. We have some sentimental we want to take, but won’t prioritize, and we intend to start with more than we need. Not everything we have is listed.

We’re looking for a cover to excuse our absence and give us a head start, but we’ll take what we can get. Money is also important, and might be a reason to delay if we don’t have it. Packing starts tomorrow (it’ll have passed by the time this queues), and then the waiting game.

[chikoyama]

cooking lessons | @vartouhix

There was something oddly comforting about watching another cute girl scramble about in the kitchen while Chiyori herself sat atop of the counter. Her hands were placed on each side of her thighs, fingers holding onto the edges of the surface. She was observing patiently, feet swinging idly back and forth as amber gaze followed the pinkette around as she searched in drawers and cabinets for the right cookingware and ingredients.

Listening with care, a fond smile was drawn onto Chiyori’s lips as Jangmi-chan began explaining the steps to her. It was almost as if she was receiving a private cooking lesson. “Right, what cook the slowest go in first,” Chiyori repeated after the other with a solemn nod of her head.

And as her friend kept chittering away, expressing her impatience due to hunger, Chiyori’s head canted lightly to the side. “Cooking everything from scratch is overrated, anyway!” She assured her friend in a resolute tone of voice. “I’m sure it’s going to taste great.” She trusted in her friend’s cooking skills after all, and to be frank, Chiyori couldn’t wait to taste the Korean signature dish herself (which she by the way still had trouble pronouncing, even after Jangmi-chan had tried to teach her how to say it).

At the comment about her reminding the other of a kid and the pat to the head, Chiyori offered an awkward smile in return. She wasn’t sure how to respond, because Jangmi-chan really wasn’t that much older than her.

However, once the pinkette began piling the ingredients next to her thigh with instructions, Chiyori’s attention shifted immediately. “Roger that, Jangmi-chan! Just tell me what you need,” she responded, nearly adding a saluting gesture to it as well. She was ready to hand over whatever her friend needed on cue!

[the-trans-dragon]

I'm so sad I dropped my phone and broke the screen :( it's so much more overwhelming to use now that it has all the cracking lines all over it. I can't stand how phones are made so poorly and designed to break. I think phone designs should be given Falling Tests and if they can't handle a 4 foot drop, they're redesigned until they can.

Imagine if other common items were glass for no reason. What if house keys were 45% glass on the surface? Pencils? Headphones? Silverware? Glass is a good material when you need it, like for cookingware, but there's no good reason for phones to be like this.

[barovianchickenandwaffles]

Barovian Tales: Elven Knights and Summer Misery

So, there I was one quiet Tuesday, wondering if business would pick up when I got a letter.

Usually such letters are bills, notice of collections, lawsuits, or (gulp) a summons to Castle Ravenloft. But this was different. It was a letter from the Dusk Elves of Vallaki.

Dear “Uncle” Oleksii,

We hope this letter finds you well, and that business is good. (Ha, if they only knew) We request your presence at our community as soon as possible. Please cookingware and ingredients, and be prepared for some cooking.

We believe you will find this worth your time.

Warm regards,

Tharivol Moonglow

Huh. Now that’s something. Elves, for some reason, tend not to like my cuisine no matter how much lard I bake into it. They prefer “healthier food” with “more vegetables”.

Further, my short-lived business venture in Sithicus went down in flames (literally) when Elven rebels there rose up in revolt.

So, why now?

Well, a business opportunity is a business opportunity. I packed my gear and set out.

The trip to Vallaki was miserable and creepy.

First, that weird, faceless creature that haunts the outskirts of the village, and sings in a warbly voice, followed me silently for an hour outside town. Shudder.

Then, the old hags selling dream pies had a lemonade stand by the road. I knew better than to consume their wares, but then they insisted I listen to their business presentation. They wanted to sell me membership in a “Vacation Club” with time-allocated property in Kartakas. No thank you. I may have a 4th grade education but I ain’t that dumb.

Thankfully, I didn’t even have to go into Vallaki proper, just the outskirts. Too many bad memories after my betrothed was eaten by an enormous frog monster there.

I pulled my donkey wagon to the elf village just south. It’s about the closest thing to a lovely spot in Barovia (which is saying a lot) and it’s a shame I don’t come more often.

As I approached a tall, thin elf was waiting for me. This must be Tharivol Moonglow.

“Greetings Master Oleksii, and welcome,” he said in a falsetto voice, “please leave your cart here and follow me up the hill.”

I did as requested and we strode up toward the center of the village. “Your timing was impeccable.”

“Oh?” I said, suddenly getting a bad feeling.

There I saw the elf houses arranged in a ring around a common grounds in the middle. At the grounds were two sets of tables, and a makeshift hearth for cooking.

And there, smiling at me smugly was none other than Vlad, owner of Barovian Wieners and Pancakes, my rival.

“Hello Oleksii,” he said.

“Hello Vlad,” I grumbled.

“And hello to both you losers,” said a voice that sent chills down my spine.

I turned and saw him: Rahadin, the right-hand of the Devil Strahd.

“Look if this is about that kickback I sent you last week, I had no idea those coins were slugs. Honest.”

Rahadin chuckled, “we’ll discuss that later,” he said.

I couldn’t hear half of what he said over the creepy aura of screaming voices around him, but as far as I could figure, Rahadin invited us both for a cook-off. Elves don’t usually eat fried chicken, wieners, or hotcakes. Instead, we’d be asked to cook three dishes based on a random selection of ingredients, and the Dusk Elves would be the judges. The winner would have a charter, signed by Strahd himself, to open a shop in Vallaki. Not bad for business.

The ingredients were:

An assortment of vegetables from the Elves

Wheat flour

Salt

Eggs

Spice from some faraway land that smelled of curry.

Dried noodles from another land

Finally, a slab of 100% all-Barovian “mystery meat”

We were given 1 hour to come up with three dishes.

“May the best chef win… me,” taunted Vlad.

“If it turns out anything like your food, I’ll be in Vallaki in no time,” I shot back.

“Yeah, well, in your dreams Oleksii.”

Nice comeback, Vlad.

I stood at my grill and noticed a large glass vial with some kind of oily fluid in it with the words “Vegetable” and “Oil”.

I yelled over to the judges, “is this some kind of joke? Vegetable … oil?”

You haven’t seen a facepalm until you’ve seen an elven facepalm. Better yet, an entire panel of them.

It was a fast, intense hour. I poured my heart and, er, “soul” into my cooking, using my years of experience. My Babusya would have been slightly proud of me. She might have even nodded in acknowledgement.

When at last time was up, we stepped back and offered our dishes to the judges. Vlad was first. He presented some dishes I hadn’t seen before and I was bewildered. Where did he learn to cook such things. The judges chewed thoughtfully, but it was hard to read their faces.

Next was my turn. I lifted the cover on my dishes and was greeted by a gasp from the judges.

“You cooked … waffles … and fried chicken?” inquired Rahadin. To be honest, all I heard was:

(Scream, mumbles) cooked (more screams and mumbles) fried (screams)?”

“Yes?”

“Out of all the ingredients?” said a similarly stunned Tharivol.

“Um, yeah, wasn’t that I was supposed to do?”

I made cabbage waffles with deep-fried mystery meat, dried curry noddle waffles with fried mystery meat, and deep fried turnip waffles with fried mystery meat.

I know, like, 2 recipes only.

Three days later I was back in Barovia without a charter. I got bonus points for somehow converting dried noodles into waffles, but otherwise no win.

Further I managed to ruin the mood of the contest after making a passing joke about needing some lady elves around there to pretty up a “batchelor pad” like their village. Awkward.

When I came back, I learned that Rahadin and his goons had been around and filled my entire office, from floor to ceiling, with metal slugs as “payback”, and my lockbox had been broken into. That’d cost me about three weeks worth of earnings, never mind how long it would take to clean out the office.

Later, I found out that Vlad’s new restaurant went under after some customers were eaten by an enormous frog monster, and the rest were flogged by Baron Vallakovich for not being happy about it.

I sipped my bitter, bland Barovian Chicken and Waffles-brand coffee as I looked out the window thoughtfully.

Just another week in Barovia.

The End

p.s. thanks for all the positive feedback on the last story. It is appreciated. Also check out an older story I wrote last year.

[pumpkinpenguin]

also i have this

twas created in exchange for the finest cookingware of all: sonic wafflemaker

the waffles were scrumptious

[ashtraysystem]

something I find highly appealing is the idea of thrifting most of my dishes. Having mismatch sets of fancy and fun plates and bowls and cups. However I wouldn't thrift for silverware or cookingware, such as pots and pans and spatulas and such. For those I'd want reliable, high quality products.

[boobachu]

Welp, cookingware can't save them, bringing down the house can't save them

How will the dungeonbabies escape this one.

ROFL the stupid sord turkied

[doodlelover]

"The idea that complete moral perfection is ethical and anything falling short of that impossible ideal is automatically unethical [is juvenile]."

Thank you for this beautiful quote, @acti-veg ! I don't have many spoons today, but I appreciate the detailed responses, it must have taken a lot of your time and I apologize for that. And also for mentioning plastic buckets while advocating against plastic 🤦🏽‍♀️ I get my plastic buckets secondhand so they don't go to waste, and that is typically the cheapest option for many without a budget, and theyll never have to be replaced like a purse. Microplastics are bad for health though, and I dont recommend using anything plastic, especially cookingware (stainless steel/cast iron only). But you can garden in just about anything that'll hold soil!

We already know corporations do over 90% of the damage to the ecosystem worldwide, and we know that for sure now after the pandemic. Environmentally speaking, if it were all of us ants actually causing the issues, we would have seen a decline in environmental fluctuations during the entire 6-12 months the entire planet was shut down. Nothing improved. There's about 500 people on the earth doing most of the harm.

Anyway, Native Americans before colonization have coexisted with their environments since the dawn of civilization while eating meats. We do eat too much here, and I have limited myself to barely any red meat--only from food pantries do I eat it, where it would have been thrown out anyway--and poultry from local farmers and friends only.

We are a part of this ecosystem and there is a healthy and ethical way to consume meat. When a chicken has no quality of life; when a deer has a mangled leg; finding a freshly hit turkey on the side of the road; when one of your beloved ducks gets beheaded by an owl, and you don't want them to go to waste.

Harm reduction and harmony with the ecosystem is what's vital, not morals or high ground. Veganism is a noble pursuit, and I value anyone with the gusto in their heart to cause as least harm as possible. But eating meat does not ALWAYS mean you are causing unnecessary harm/death.

Oh hey, guess I did have the spoons. Thank yall for an envigorating discussion.

It is ok to be “that annoying vegan.” Veganism isn’t just a lifestyle choice, it is a moral imperative. When you make an ethical decision you aren’t just deciding that this is wrong for you; it isn’t like saying apples are nicer than oranges. People don’t believe prejudice is wrong just for them, or adultery, or abusive behavior. Ethical statements are truth claims; you are professing the belief that this thing is wrong. For everyone. It is every bit of ok to be “that annoying vegan” because that stereotype only exists to silence us.

[thicc-astronaut]

One time my mom got a nice pot from the thrift store but for some reason it had a sticker on the handle that said “dairy”. And after some research we figured whoever owned the pot before us was probably a Kosher household that required dairy and meats to not even be cooked in the same pan. Now my family doesn’t eat Kosher (not on purpose, anyways) and so we use the pot for whatever.

Anyways, small fear I have: someday that pot will end up back in a thrift store and somebody who does eat Kosher will see the “dairy” sticker and think it’s a kosher dairy pan. But it’s not because my family boiled hot dogs in it one time or something. And that hypothetical future-Kosher-pan-user will accidentally be eating a not-Kosher meal.

Or maybe people who are actually worried about that don’t buy used cookingware idk like I said my family doesn’t eat Kosher

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[youmustfixyourheartt]

big utensils and wet wooden cookingware can perish by the way