#elk jerky

[wildgamejerky]

Big Game Jerky

If hot and spicy jerky is your thing, Wild Game Jerky is the go-to choice for flavorful jerky. Our low-fat, low-carb, and low-calorie big game jerky ensures that you are not only indulging in great taste but also making a healthy choice for your body.

[cavepaintingmusic]

Matt's Jerky Recipe Make your own homemade beef jerky using this easy-to-follow recipe with a savory soy sauce-based marinade and 8 hours in a dehydrator.

[r3d-ca9]

@beastlybardou what are u doin on my couch sir

[warnerhassan]

Jerky - Matt's Jerky Recipe This simple recipe for homemade beef jerky includes a flavorful marinade made of soy sauce and calls for 8 hours in a dehydrator.

[baristabastard]

Horns should be like natural gushers. I want mine to be strawberry flavored.

[runfreakrun]

Matt's Jerky Recipe This simple recipe for homemade beef jerky includes a flavorful marinade made of soy sauce and calls for 8 hours in a dehydrator.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Just read through all your papa posts. Thinking about the kids getting out of the forest of death and Kakashi gives them actual dog bones and they just gnaw on them during the matches

Look, look okay no but look

Kakashi put a lot of thought and effort into those treats okay??

His pups are very particular, well Naruto's not but his willingness to accept literally anything is its own type of problem that Kakashi's been working on.

So Kakashi has had to get inventive and thoughtful when it comes to his treat choices. Yes there are the elk bone bracelets and jerky he'd hunted, carved and cured by hand for them but that's not the only treats he keeps on hand.

Kakashi's taken up baking and carving in his free time to not only get personalized treat recipes down alongside the generic treats he carries but to also find something that can withstand Naruto's teeth. (He's considering putting in a short leave request to take the kids on another training trip to the deep wilds to do some hunting for new options)

So of course when his pups get through the Forest of Death it's only right he rewards them with something that will pull double duty of helping to keep them calm during the matches.

Everyone else watches on in various levels of horror.

[boxxing-flavored]

Okay. so, what if Abby was a popular gym influencer and her girlfriend is basically tow mater as a human… yeah, I don’t know. Just hear me out with this. Trust me

Abby’s PR manager: “Please, just one event. One. Without her chugging Monster and talking about ‘getting road head in a tractor.’”

Abby: sighs “You don’t know her. She thrives on doing this shit in front of cameras.”

- Big gym brand meet-up, Abby’s a guest speaker.

Abby’s in sleek black leggings, a matching crop top, her arms looking extra pumped. She’s calm, poised, giving a little speech about consistency and discipline. Right as she starts answering a question from a fan about supplements

You shouting from the crowd: “BABE! TELL ‘EM HOW YOU GET ALL THAT PROTEIN FROM MY COOKIN’- AIN’T THAT RIGHT?”

Abby blinks. “…I- uh… yeah, she, um, cooks a lot”

You: “DAMN RIGHT. Smoked elk jerky and them bear burgers I grilled last weekend? Shit had you growlin’ all night.”

Abby, face in hands: “Jesus Christ…”

The whole crowd laughs. Half the influencers are confused. The other half are pulling out their phones to record her. Abby’s trying to power through, but you’re already already cracking a Monster, leaning on a squat rack like she owns the place.

- product shoot for an energy drink collab:

Photographer: “We’re going for sleek, intense, hardcore. got it?”

You show up in a cutoff flannel and crocs, holding a fish she just caught that morning.

“Thought y’all might wanna do a ‘natural gains’ vibe. This here’s Carl. Caught him with my bare hands.”

Photographer: “…Who the fuck is Carl?”

Abby, sighing: “The fish.”

- Brand Deal Interview:

Abby’s trying to sound polished on a podcast. You walk past in the background shirtless with a chainsaw and yells:

“ABBY WHERE’D YA PUT MY DEER HEAD- I NEED IT FOR THE SHED.”

- The Beach Shoot:

Abby’s doing a serene promo video on the beach, running in slow motion.

You photobomb with an American flag cape, shotgun slung across your back (unloaded, but still), and two Coors in one in hand one attached to your belt. “THIS BODY AIN’T BUILT IN A LAB, IT’S BUILT IN A GARAGE, BABY.”

- Abby’s Birthday Post:

Abby posts a heartfelt gym selfie collage for your birthday.

You comments: “Can’t wait to eat cake off them thighs tonight.”

Abby deletes the comment. You posts it again. twice.

Incorrect quotes

Abby: “Don’t say anything dumb. Please.”

You: “I only say dumb things. It’s my love language.”

Abby: “I’m in hell.”

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Abby: “You cannot wear that to my sponsorship dinner.”

You in camo overalls and no shirt underneath: “You’re just mad ‘cause I’m the hottest one there.”

-

You: “I brought protein bars like you asked.”

Abby: “Thank you- wait, this is just a Slim Jim and a granola bar fucking rubber-banded together.”

You: “…High-protein fusion cuisine.” Chefs kiss

-

Abby: “You embarrassed me in front of the CEO.”

You: “Well maybe the CEO shouldn’t have looked at my girl like that.”

Abby: “HE IS GAY.”

You: “I ain’t takin’ no chances.”

-

Interviewer: “So what’s it like dating someone in the public eye?”

You: “It’s great! I get free samples, and sometimes she lets me spot her when she does those leg things that make her ass look real-”

Abby: “WE ARE OUT OF TIME THANK YOU SO MUCH.”

-

You: “I told ‘em you’d do the push-up contest, baby.”

Abby: “You what?”

You: “Yeah, and I might’ve bet the truck on you.”

-

Abby: “Stop telling people I’m your ‘beefcake muscle mommy.’”

You: “I will not. You’re my beefcake muscle mommy and I love you.”

That’s all folks

[wildgamejerky]

Elk Meat Sticks

When it comes to Elk jerky, there's no denying that you can taste the great outdoors with every single bite. Whether you go for the sweet, hickory smoked flat stick or the spicy peppered round stick, you're in for a treat that will leave you wanting more.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Winter's King 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

Note: wooooo, friday!

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Despite the unease of the king’s proximity, you drift down into a hollow sleep. The sort that is grey and empty and dizzying. When you wake, you’re alone. The bed is sparse and spacious as you lay tucked in the blanket, snug around your figure. You slide your arm up as you feel a cool graze along your scalp. 

You fix your cap back on your head, wrinkled from being caught beneath you. You roll onto your back and tug at the blanket until you can sit up. As you do, you notice the yellow beam around the silhouette at the window. The king’s hair shines brilliantly in the sunlight. 

You rub your cheek, hot from friction with the pillow. You look down at the blanket rumpled around your waist. You kick if off and climb off the mattress. There is no time to be sleeping. By the slant of the light, you know it’s due time to rise. You turn to tidy the covers, pulling them taut, corner to corner. 

You brush smooth your apron as best you can, a dent left diagonal down the skirt. You turn and glance towards the door. You don’t dare leave without dismissal, nor do you wish to break the king’s peace. 

“You slept heavy,” he says without moving, “you must have needed it.” 

“Your highness,” you croak through a dry throat. “I didn’t...” 

“Didn’t what?” He wonders. “All must rest, even the mice and meagre.” 

You bow your head and fold your hands. You stay as you are as he lowers his own head and his arms move as he fusses with something. There’s a soft tear and he brings something to his mouth. He turns and leans against the curtain, crushed to the stone by his weight. 

“And they must eat,” he offers a morsel of salted meat. 

“Your highness, it is generous--” 

“But you mean to deny me,” he challenges. “Does modesty serve you as well as you serve others?” 

You don’t know how to answer that. You press your lips tight and once more lower your chin. You wring your hands and markedly stop yourself. 

He crosses the room with slow, long strides. He stops before you. The morning light limns his thick body through the white fabric of his nightshirt. He brings the strip of jerky before you, holding it below your nose. 

“I do not trust a turncloak to feed me from his trough,” he intones, gently leaning the meat to your lips. “A king must worry about such things, but not a servant. Who would ever need taint their food, if they let them any at all.” 

You look up at him. His eyes blaze down at you, stunningly gold, like sparkling coins. He prods with the strip and you open your lips to let it slip through you nibble through the thick morsel until a piece breaks off and he rescinds the rest, taking a bite of his own. 

“It’s the last of my elk, and stale at that,” he explains, “in the hinterland, we do eat more than salt, but on campaign, we must eat what we have.” 

You chew, watching him as he turns to pace. He makes you curious. He is a fearsome man, even in only a night shirt, but he thinks overly much. 

“That summer maiden will not like the cold,” he mutters as he rounds the tub then comes back to you. Half the strip remains. He offers it, “take it.” 

You do as he bids. He watches you intently as you hold the jerky and you bring it close to your lips. You stop, “thank you, your highness. You are a generous king.” 

“No, I am a prudent king. Not always generous, not always cruel, only when the moment calls for one or the other,” he stays before you, eyes torrid as they cling to you. 

“Well, you’ve been generous to me, your highness,” you say before you bite into the meat. It is heavier than what you are used to but tasty nonetheless. 

“Prudent,” he repeats, “so I must send you away. Send you back.” He inhales, his broad chest lifting, making him appear even larger, “you have done your duty admirably, little maid.” 

You chew, making a face as you can’t answer for your mouthful. He inclines his head towards you. 

“No,” he shakes his head, “say nothing more. Eat and go. There is still a war to be won before I claim my kingdom.” He puts his back to you and marches back to the window, adding in a grey tone, “...and a wife.” 

His last words are so quiet, so dull, you hardly can discern them. He leans on the window ledge as he stares off beyond the walls. The sun rises around him, casting him in gold. You swallow what’s left of the elk strip and shuffle to the door. As you open it, you hear a sigh, and you close it behind you without glancing back. 

The king does not sound pleased with his nuptials. So is the fare of nobles and their titles. Often the very status that brings them privilege brings them just as much misery. A handmaid only need worry about her next task. 

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Lady Jazlene is far more satisfied with her imminent union. She is aflutter as you enter her chambers. Merinda watches with dulcet irritation. The duke’s daughter flits around, throwing silks and satins. Lady Rezlyn watches her from a cushioned bench, a goblet in hand as she tuts and tisks at very choice. 

“Mother,” Jazlene tosses down layers of goldenrod yellow, “if none should do, a new dress might be cut, yes?” 

“A new dress? Of what fabric? We are in wartime, dearest,” Rezyn scoffs. 

“And yet you have your reds and your citrus,” the younger accuses. 

“I need wine to steel my nerves and citrus to fill my stomach. You needn’t a dress to live. You have many and more,” Rezlyn snickers. 

“Mother, I swear you do goad me. He is a king. And the war should end soon. There must be silk to be had,” Jazlene whines, and what of jewels? Pearls? Emerald? Sapphire?” 

Merinda shifts, you can sense her thoughts and the little whispers she’s hoarding away for you. She always has the sharpest quips about the pair of ladies and their whimsies. You do agree with some but you can no more blame them for being frivolous noblewoman than you can yourself for being a simple maid. 

Jazlene continues her storm around the chamber. Her nerves are contagious, you can feel a similar stirring in your gut. Perhaps she realises the same as you do. All she knows is about to change irrevocably. 

You try to think of what it will be like when she is married. She must have the same thoughts. You can’t quite picture it. Geralt sitting where Rezlyn does, perhaps he too holds a goblet, Jazlene rambling over her skirts and gems and all the things she wants. You don’t imagine he’d listen for long. Then again, you don’t know the king at all. Not enough to presume you would know. 

Lady Jazlene puts a string of rubies around her neck and preens in the mirror. She points to you then her hair. You come forward and set to pinning her hair. Lady Rezlyn rises and you peek at her in the mirror. She scowls at her wine. 

“Enough fussing, your father wishes us to see the king to break our fast,” the elder holds out her goblet and Merinda comes forward to take it. “And I need more wine.” 

Jazlene shoos you away and stands. She hangs her shoulders and drags her feet, “mother, I will be a queen soon. You cannot order me around so.” 

“Not as yet,” Rezlyn warns, “you have much to learn of being a wife before you worry so much of queendom.” 

Jazlene huffs and pushes her shoulders back. She looks at her reflection once more, posing and posturing. She curves her lips in a wry smirk. 

“Queendom,” she trills, “oh mother.” 

“Yes, yes, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Lady Rezlyn stomps over to her daughter and takes her by the wrist, “you must first think of how to please your husband. As I can tell, it won’t be an easy task, and yet he is as any man is. He is... still a man.” 

“Oh mother,” Jazlene giggles. 

“Look at you, you are marvelous,” Rezlyn pets her daughter’s cheek. “He is a warrior; he holds his shield close but he cannot resist your beauty.”  

The mother keeps hold of her daughter and leads her to the doors. You and Merinda follow at several paces. A habit to keep from trodding on their skirts. The enter the corridor and tension coils around them. The descend to the great hall and to the west wing where the dining hall resides. 

Lord Dustan stands by the head of the table. On most days he would sit in that chair but he only paces around it, tugging at his little triangle beard. You rarely see him so restless. Often, he is as careless as his wife and daughter. 

“Husband, I thought we were to break fast--” 

“Yes, yes,” he waves off his wife’s words, “the king has yet to awaken.” 

You stand by a statue, just to one side of the door. You cannot see the opening around it. You find comfort in its shadow, content to go unnoticed. You wonder if anyone looked upon you, would they see your thoughts. The king is awake but why hasn’t he emerged? 

“What about the marriage?” Rezlyn asks, “a contract?” 

“Wife, if I say it is to be, it is,” Dustan retorts, “must you ever heap upon me?” 

“It isn’t my intent. I am only making certain our daughter’s future is secured. That our family name is to prosper. Husband, I ask in the interest of your profit.” 

“You ask too much,” the duke hisses. 

Before he can receive his wife’s sharp response, sturdy footfalls approach and mute their conversation. A shadow casts through the doorway and you know by the silhouette it can only be one person. King Geralt enters, unassuming in his mail and black clothes. His silver hair is half up, a braid down the back of it. He has his sword strapped to his back. 

“Your highness, the cooks are preparing breakfast--” 

“There is not time for you to sit and gorge,” the king snarls, “there is a war to be won. There is no advantage in waiting on word of your deceit to spread.” 

Dustan has the grace to look ashamed. He twitches and paws at his overcoat, “I... your highness, I would need time to prepare for my departure.” 

“You need mail and a sword. You have a barn full of horses. Mount it and we will be away.” The king insists, “my men march within the hour. We will remember who our allies were when the day is won.” 

“Y-your highness, I--” 

“That is the trouble with summer lords. You think war is played across a board,” the king growls. “war is won in blood and steel. If all you can offer me is words, I am not interested in this contract.” 

“Your highness, I will ready. At once,” Lord Dustan kicks his heels together, “you are right. My spurs are ready.” 

The king drones grimly. He sets his shoulders and opens and closes a fist. Jazlene looks at her mother then steps forward. 

“But your highness, our marriage--” 

“That contract will be met when I have my terms. When my kingdom is forged complete, then I shall have a queen. No sooner than that,” he grits at her. 

“Ah, yes, certainly your highness, then you shall have my favour to ride with,” she pulls a handkerchief from her bodice, “to comfort you in the battles to come.” 

She waves the cloth at him and he says nothing. He grunts and turns to her father. He grabs the duke by his scruff, “let’s hope you can sit a saddle. Carriages are not built for war.” 

King Geralt turns, dragging the Duke of Debray like a stray cat. The king’s golden eyes flick over to you and his jaw ticks. He raises his chin just slightly as he passes, putting his eyes straight only as the meet the corners. He stalks from the room with his blithering ally in tow. 

Jazlene presses her knuckles to her forehead and whines, “mother? Am I to wait anon for my husband? What shall I do? War, war, war! Does it ever end?” 

“Daughter,” Lady Rezlyn sweeps around the table to grab her daughter by the shoulders, “there is no use in bawling. Do not be a child. You are of an age--” 

“Of an age where I should be married!” Jazlene blusters. “How can I be calm when I am promised what I have always wanted and then it is snatched away?” 

“The king will return. As will your father,” Rezlyn shakes her daughter, “King Geralt has made it this far, do not think he will falter now. And when he has claimed victory, he will return to keep good on his promise.” The Lady of Debray lowers her voice, “do you think that your father would break his oath on a chance? That he would gamble. No, he sees what the other lords deny. King Waleran is routed. This war will not last much longer.” 

“Truly, mother?” Jazlene bats her lashes, “how do you know?” 

“Trust your mother,” Rezlyn speaks as though her daughter is no more than a child. “Your father has risked his neck to claim you a king. Do not doubt him.” 

Jazlene considers her mother, searching her face, and pulls her into an embrace. She lets out a shrill squeal and pulls back. Her cheeks round with glee. 

“You’re right mother, this is a blessing. This will allow us time to alter a dress fitting for such a wedding.” 

“Don’t forget a coronation,” Rezlyn adds coyly. 

[welcome-to-headcanons]

Sock grew up kinda poor and had to wear whatever he could find at the thrift store, which definitely influenced his fashion sense.

related: he grew up in kind of a rural area on the edge of town and saw a lot of dead animals (especially roadkill) and his dad also liked to go hunting for deer and other critters sometimes, and that influenced Sock’s love of killing and dead things.

as a poor rural kid myself I fucks with this majorly

Sock hiding holes and stains on second hand pants and shirts with skirts and scarves

Sock loving colors and patterns bc all the old lady thrift clothes had funky

Sock cutting up old tshirts to make crop tops and belts and scarves

Also!! Animal death being normal to Sock bc of hunting culture and road kill

No one flagging Sock for homicidal behavior because he's just hunting like his pop. Of course he expertly skinned this squirrel I taught him that!

Also goes with another anon saying he eats what he kills. Deer steak and elk jerky and rabbit stew being stables for the Sowachowskis

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Taste Preferences

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Savory | Sour | Spicy | Umami

Meat, Fish and Dairy

Bacon | Beef | Blood | Butter | Caviar | Cheese | Chicken | Clam | Crab | Cream | Duck | Eel | Eggs | Elk | Escargot | Frog | Game | Goose | Heart | Herring | Honey | Kidney | Lamb | Liver | Lobster | Meatballs | Meatloaf | Milk | Mussels | Octopus | Oily Fish | Oysters | Pork | Rabbit | Roe | Salmon | Sausage | Scallops | Sea Urchin | Shrimp | Squid | Tilapia | Trout | Tuna | Turkey | Venison | White Fish | Yoghurt

Fruit

Apple | Apricot | Avocado | Banana | Blackberry | Blackcurrent | Blueberry | Cantaloupe | Cherry | Coconut | Cranberry | Dates | Dragonfruit | Fig | Grape | Grapefruit | Kiwi | Lemon | Lime | Lychee | Mango | Melon | Orange | Papaya | Passionfruit | Pomegranate | Peach | Pear | Pineapple | Plum | Prune | Raisin | Raspberry | Starfruit | Strawberry | Watermelon

Vegetables, Spices and Grains

Arugula | Beans | Beetroot | Bell Pepper | Bok Choy | Broccoli | Cabbage | Carrot | Cauiliflower | Celery | Chilli Peppers | Cilantro | Cinnamon | Corn | Cucumber | Garlic | Ginger | Eggplant | Green Beans | Jalapeños | Kale | Lentils | Lettuce | Mint | Mushrooms | Mustard | Olives | Onions | Orzo | Paprika | Parsnip | Peas | Potatoes | Pumpkin | Radish | Rice | Spices | Soya | Spinach | Sprouts | Tofu | Tomato | Vanilla | Wheat | Zucchini

Drinks and Snacks

Ale | Bagels | Beer | Biscuits | Bread | Burger | Cake | Candy | Cereal | Chewing Gum | Chicken Nuggets | Chocolate | Chips | Coffee | Cola | Condiments | Cookies | Crackers | Curry | Dried Fruits | Fried Chicken | Fries | Granola | Gummis | Hot Chocolate | Hot Dog | Ice Cream | Jelly | Jerky | Juice | Kimchi | Mac n' Cheese | Marshmallows | Milkshake | Muffins | Nutella | Nuts | Pancakes | Pasta | Pastries | Peanuts | Peanut Butter | Pickles | Pie | Popcorn | Pretzels | Noodles | Oatmeal | Ramen | Rice Cakes | Rock Candy | Salted Caramel | Sandwich | Seeds | Soda | Spaghetti | Spirits | Sushi | Tea | Toast | Trail Mix | Water | Wine

Styles

Baking | Broiling | Casseroles | Frying | Grilling | Pickled | Raw | Roasts | Salads | Soups | Steaming | Stew | Stir Fry | Smoked

[lionsongfr]

Flameforger's Cuisine

In the Ashfall Waste natural food resources are scarce and much of their food is imported from other Flights. While neither Banescales or Coatls eat plants, seafood is a hot commodity with a large majority being imported from the nearby Churscarf Wharf of Water. Export of metal and weapons was thriving and thus provided the necessary income for the imports; however, with the Magmablood Rebellion those exports have dwindled and so has the treasure needed for seafood. Yet, the chefs of Fire are a passionate group who have traveled throughout the lands and always come back home with presents of food and drink- and of course their ability to cook some amazing meals!

 Also spice levels in this post:

MILD: Wild Mustard< Golden Pepper < Cindermint <Ashfall Prickler < Fire Ant< Firefly < Blacktongue Pepper :HOT

Scaleskin Marlin Ham- an import from Redrock cove, the tail of this gigantic fish is brined for 3 days and then coated in a toasted spice mixture of ground Pelagas Feathers, Wild Mustard, and dried Blood Acorn. It is then left to cure for 4 weeks before being thinly sliced and served with a Warm Miniature Potash chutney and Turnip bread crostini. (thanks to Josh Niland for the idea)

Grilled Firecoiler Egg Bowl - fillets of the long Firecoiler are first skewered to prevent them from curling when grilled. Then they are marinaded in Wild Catsup, Ashfall Prickler sauce, and garum (a fermented fish sauce made Anchovies).  After grilling they are put into a pot of fish broth and Wild Onions, simmered, before a Hooded Hen egg is added to be soft scrambled. The whole mixture is poured over a Turnip-Granny Smith Apple mash.   

Crown of Roast Ram-cutting and tying a rack of ram into a crown can be a difficult, but chefs often use a Blacksand Annex brand bundt pan to help retain its shape. The juices are mixed with tart Blackberry vinegar, Wild Catsup, and fresh Siltvine to create a tart and sweet sauce for the strong-tasting meat of the Ram.  Typically served with roasted Thistle hearts and baked whole Sweet Potatoes.

Rebel Red Hotpot- started by the rebels to cook food when low on fuel, it is a pot of Dried Jerky broth colored red with Crimson Jadevine. Food is quickly cooked in the boiling broth before being dipped into a ground Fire Ant (or Firefly) pepper in oil. Most common foods for the pot are: Cindershroom, Salamanders, Softshell Scorpion, Red Octopus tentacles, and Fissure Crawdads, but truly the variety is whatever you can catch that day.

Knee Kicker- a very spicy sandwich that starts with frying a recently molted Red Knee Tarantula. The fried Tarantula is then dipped in a Blacktongue Pepper sauce (import from Shadow) and dusted with powered Firefly pepper.  Then this deadly arachnid is topped with pickled Wasteland Pear slices and placed between two toasted Sweet Grass buns. Considered a deadly weapon in all Flights except Fire.

Scorpion Scampi Pizza- the tastiest part of a Scorpion Fly is its tail, which it drops after becoming an adult. Dutifully collected by smaller dragons, it is cooked in wine, garlic, herbs, and sour Miniature Potash Peach juice till barely pink. The crust is precooked before the sauce, tails, and Snow Elk parmesan (import from Ice) is layered upon it. The pizza is baked again for a few minutes (or milliseconds in the volcanic ovens) to get the perfect melty and crunchy bite!

Sweet Potato Poutine- jokingly called a peace offering to Ice Flight, this hearty dish starts with a base of thin and crispy fried Sweet Potatoes from the Volcanic Vents. It is topped with smoked rice milk curds (rice an import from Wind), Cindershroom gravy, and a spicy Cindermint pepper.

Wildfire Kebab- there are some brave flowers and plants that survive and thrive in the Volcanic Vents. They are the divine Smolderpetal, the dangerous Speckled Fire Lily, the caloric Blood Spath, the meaty Cindershroom, and the slightly bitter Cindervine. Together they are roasted on metal skewers and basted with a Ashfall Prickler sauce.

Zeeba Berry Bars- a sweet treat that with came about from a truce between Fire Flight and Centaurs. Ration Pouches filled with oats and nuts formed the base of the bar, and the center is a mix of Strawberry and Blackberry jam. The top is striped with a sweet frosting dyed black with powdered Cindervine.

Flaming Peach Souffle -a testament to any chef’s ability, a Souffle is a risky and rewarding dessert. Miniature Potash Peaches are finely chopped with sugar and cooked in saucepan with the egg yolks. The egg whites, sugar, and cream of tartar (which is also metal processing agent that prevents oxidation) are beaten into stiff peaks and gently mixed with the peach mixture before being added to ramekins and cooking. A smokey Grassland Grain bourbon sauce is poured over top and set alight to the delight of the diner.

Blue Flame Boulevardier- a cocktail made of Red Banana Liqueur (which is actually blue), Grassland Grain bourbon, sweet vermouth (import made from Light’s grapes or Ice’s sugar beets), and Pelagas Feather Campari. Stirred with ice and then strained with into a chilled glass, it is garnished with a slice of Wisp Fruit.

[fartemis-crock]

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Taste Preferences

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Savory | Sour | Umami

Meat, Fish and Dairy

Bacon | Beef | Blood | Butter | Caviar | Cheese | Chicken | Clam | Crab | Cream | Duck | Eel | Eggs | Elk | Escargot | Frog | Game | Goose | Heart | Herring | Honey | Kidney | Lamb | Liver | Lobster | Meatballs | Meatloaf | Milk | Mussels | Octopus | Oily Fish | Oysters | Pork | Rabbit | Roe | Salmon | Sausage | Scallops | Sea Urchin | Shrimp | Squid | Tilapia | Trout | Tuna | Turkey | Venison | White Fish | Yoghurt

Fruit

Apple | Apricot | Avocado | Banana | Blackberry | Blackcurrent | Blueberry | Cantaloupe | Cherry | Coconut | Cranberry | Dates | Dragonfruit | Fig | Grape | Grapefruit | Kiwi | Lemon | Lime | Lychee | Mango | Melon | Orange | Papaya | Passionfruit | Pomegranate | Peach | Pear | Pineapple | Plum | Prune | Raisin | Raspberry | Starfruit | Strawberry- but bitch is allergic | Watermelon

Vegetables, Spices and Grains

Arugula | Beans | Beetroot | Bell Pepper | Bok Choy | Broccoli | Cabbage | Carrot | Cauiliflower | Celery | Chilli Peppers | Cilantro | Cinnamon | Corn | Cucumber | Garlic | Ginger | Eggplant | Green Beans | Jalapeños | Kale | Lentils | Lettuce | Mint | Mushrooms | Mustard | Olives | Onions | Orzo | Paprika | Parsnip | Peas | Potatoes | Pumpkin | Radish | Rice | Spices | Soya | Spinach | Sprouts | Tofu | Tomato | Vanilla | Wheat | Zucchini

Drinks and Snacks

Ale | Bagels | Beer | Biscuits | Bread | Burger | Cake | Candy | Cereal | Chewing Gum | Chicken Nuggets | Chocolate | Chips | Coffee | Cola | Condiments | Cookies | Crackers | Curry | Dried Fruits | Fried Chicken | Fries | Granola | Gummis | Hot Chocolate | Hot Dog | Ice Cream | Jelly | Jerky | Juice | Kimchi | Mac n' Cheese | Marshmallows | Milkshake | Muffins | Nutella | Nuts | Pancakes | Pasta | Pastries | Peanuts | Peanut Butter | Pickles | Pie | Popcorn | Pretzels | Noodles | Oatmeal | Ramen | Rice Cakes | Rock Candy | Salted Caramel | Sandwich | Seeds | Soda | Spaghetti | Spirits | Sushi | Tea | Toast | Trail Mix | Water | Wine

Styles

Baking | Broiling | Casseroles | Frying | Grilling | Pickled | Raw | Roasts | Soups | Steaming | Stew | Stir Fry | Smoked

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Italicize what your muse likes. Bold what they love. Strikethru what they hate. Feel free to edit/add more options if relevant to your muse!

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Taste Preferences

Sweet | Salty | Bitter | Savory | Sour | Umami

Meat, Fish and Dairy

Bacon | Beef | Blood | Butter | Caviar | Cheese | Chicken | Clam | Crab | Cream | Duck | Eel | Eggs | Elk | Escargot | Frog | Game | Goose | Heart | Herring | Honey | Kidney | Lamb | Liver | Lobster | Meatballs | Meatloaf | Milk | Mussels | Octopus | Oily Fish | Oyster | Pork | Rabbit | Roe | Salmon | Sausage | Scallops | Sea Urchin | Shrimp | Squid | Tilapia | Trout | Tuna | Turkey | Venison | White Fish | Yoghurt

Fruit

Apple | Apricot | Avocado | Banana | Blackberry | Blackcurrent | Blueberry | Cantaloupe | Cherry | Coconut | Cranberry | Dates | Dragonfruit | Fig | Grape | Grapefruit | Kiwi | Lemon | Lime | Lychee | Mango | Melon | Orange | Papaya | Passionfruit | Pomegranate | Peach | Pear | Pineapple | Plum | Prune | Raisin | Raspberry | Starfruit | Strawberry | Watermelon

Vegetables, Spices and Grains

Arugula | Beans | Beetroot | Bell Pepper | Bok Choy | Broccoli | Cabbage | Carrot | Cauiliflower | Celery | Chilli Peppers | Cilantro | Cinnamon | Corn | Cucumber | Garlic | Ginger | Eggplant | Green Beans | Jalapeños | Kale | Lentils | Lettuce | Mint | Mushrooms | Mustard | Olives | Onions | Orzo | Paprika | Parsnip | Peas | Potatoes | Pumpkin | Radish | Rice | Spices | Soya | Spinach | Sprouts | Tofu | Tomato | Vanilla | Wheat | Zucchini

Drinks and Snacks

Ale | Beer | Biscuits | Bread | Burger | Cake | Candy | Cereal | Chewing Gum | Chicken Nuggets | Chocolate | Chips | Coffee | Cola | Condiments | Cookies | Crackers | Curry | Dried Fruits | Fried Chicken | Fries | Granola | Gummis | Hot Chocolate | Hot Dog | Ice Cream | Jelly | Jerky | Juice | Kimchi | Mac n’ Cheese | Marshmallows | Milkshake | Muffins | Nuts | Pancakes | Pasta | Peanuts | Peanut Butter | Pickles | Pie | Popcorn | Pretzels | Noodles | Oatmeal | Ramen | Rice Cakes | Rock Candy | Salted Caramel | Sandwich | Seeds | Soda | Spaghetti | Spirits | Sushi | Tea | Toast | Trail Mix | Water | Wine

Styles

Baking | Broiling | Casseroles | Frying | Grilling | Pickled | Raw | Roasts | Soups | Steaming | Stew | Stir Fry | Smoked

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Hi-hi Gammit!

Yous my favowite :>

Can I's has advice? I don' haves a paci an' I can't get one, so I's just use my chew necklace. But then that huwts my tweef! Is they gonna fall out?

Also also! Does you have a special deck to play cawds, owr do yous go to play games and then find out some are missing 'cause you maked them go boom?

-🦈 (if dat one isn't taken)

Gambit: Hmm... Gambit thinks that if you use that chewy necklace in moderation, it shouldn't be too hard on your teeth. But, if you're really worried, maybe switch to chewing gum? It's easier on the teeth, petit. (And if you're worried about cavities, sugar-free gum's an option!)

Gambit: If gum's too soft though, beef jerky's a bit tougher. There's also fish jerky, chicken, elk... Lotsa different kinds. But, if you're not into meat, there's vegan jerky as well! :) There's lots of different things to chew on, these were just a couple'a reccomendations.

Gambit: To answer the card question, Gambit tends to have a separate set of cards for playing. But, when desperate times call for desperate measures... Those cards tend to get mixed in with the ones Gambit throws. It's hard to keep track of which set to play poker with, and which set to throw, y'know?

Gambit: Thanks for the questions, petit! Have a great rest of your day/night :)