#food competition

[513portfolio]

Money Hungry / Food Network

[deadsetobsessions]

Writing Prompt… kind of? Definitely write more if you want but this was a cute little “fic starter” that popped into my mind.

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Danny didn’t know the first thing about art. This is an important fact.

“Sam, why am I even here?”

“Suck it up, Casper.”

“The show or the school?” Danny privately thought Casper the Friendly Ghost was the best thing to have come around. It did wonders for improving relations between Amity and inhabitants of the Zone.

Sam smacked him on the arm. “You know which one. You’re just here to be the normie judge. You don’t need to know anything about art.”

“Everyone here is like an art acolyte or something, Sam! I’m an engineering newb in a room full of people with art PhDs!”

Sam rolled her eyes and checked her manicures. “If you call Fenton Works newb level, then the rest of the world would be Neanderthals. Seriously that’s why you’re here. The art’s gotta appeal to the untrained eyes too. I trust your judgement.”

Danny gave in. “Thanks, Sam. That means a lot.” He followed after Sam but after a moment, he whined, “But couldn’t you have taken Tucker? Dude’s got four untrained eyes!”

“He’s busy with his internship. And you were already in Gotham.”

They reach the exhibition, Sam and Danny being welcomed in. Sam’s parents, while not the richest of the rich, were known art connoisseurs and respected people in the communities that dotted around the world. On top of being the descendants of the man that invented the deli toothpick cellophane twirling device, that is. Sam was standing in their place today- begrudgingly- because they’d promised to pay for an entire month of Gotham architecture tours and a trip to Japan. After all, Sam had much of their knowledge too. If anyone could say anything about the Masons, it was that they were passionate in their chosen field. L

“The contestants are in the room next door. The judge panel is beginning.” The person at the door informed them. He gave them a slip of paper and a pen to mark their choices in each field. Danny breathed a sigh of relief and began wandering around.

After he wandered between the oil paintings- “oo, this one. Reason why… the vibes are nostalgic. I like it.”- and the various depictions of a specific ship, Danny was pulled to a stop by his core reaching out. He looked up and what he saw took his breath away.

It was just a photo.

But it felt like he was there, on that rooftop, crouched among the shadows and watching the early rays of muffled light hit the tops of his city. His core thrummed. It felt like protection. It felt like he was being fulfilled, like Danny was once more becoming Phantom and that he was watching over this city he’s beginning to understand.

Danny, almost fevered, scribbled down the name [A Robin’s Nest- by Tim Drake] as his number one choice to win the contest over all. And, at least, to win the first in the photography division.

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“Oh, Ancients, are you okay?”

Danny had wandered around in the interim as the votes were tallied. He hadn’t been paying attention when he smacked into a little kid that could have been his little brother.

“Uhm. I’m good.”

Danny helped the kid up. “I’m Danny. I’m sorry I smacked into you. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Yeah. I’m Timothy Drake. I’m good.”

Danny’s smile widened in shock. “Like the photographer? Oh, wow! I really loved that photo! It was amazing! It felt like I was up there with the vigilantes!”

As he spoke, Danny glanced around for the kid’s designated adults. Hm. That’s odd. Everyone and their parental figure was accounted for.

“Oh.” Timothy flushed. “Thanks! I hoped the judges liked it too.”

Danny smiled, a small secretive thing. “Oh, I’m sure they will. Will you tell me more about your photography?”

“Oh, if you want!”

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[tubbytarchia]

Puts this down on the ground and walks away in shame

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a baking competition with doctor House and he sabotaged me by putting nails into my heels.

[weewoow-20706030]

Bruce is the only member of the batfam that has no tolerance for spice. Dick grew up in a travelling circus, he has had food from all over the world. Jason grew up on the street, he ate what he could get. Tim's parents went all around the world, and had food and recipes from all around the world, whenever they were home Janet would make exotic meals. Damian grew up with Talia, he grew up on middle eastern food. But Bruce? He grew up on Alfred's British ass cooking, he thinks pepper has 'a little kick'.

[cod-dump]

Ghost, staring at Soap: I could take him

Gaz, cautiously: … in a fight?

Ghost: In a hotdog eating contest

Gaz:

Ghost: Look at him, he couldn’t do it. I’d devour all of them

Gaz: … I bet you could, Si. I bet you could

[hitwiththetmnt]

Gifts for you

Not the water tho

Watching from the sidelines as some gifts get distributed 🌹

[von-leg]

My thoughts about Nilou and Alhaitham

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Note: Mikey’s food is usually great, just stay away from his ‘new recipes’ if you like your taste buds -❤️🐢

Tummy hungy

@pigeonsgrame2 @kaysdenofchaos @tmntaucompetition

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[dadvans]

it's a shame none of u appreciate ryan guzman's stache. i know, i know fifteen minutes into s8 eddie diaz will either do something so sexy or say something so stupid that your morosexual brains will rewire themselves to want to sit on that thang until it is soaked through, but i'm going to spend the next two months being the only one who is Right the entire time about it absolutely working for him

[513portfolio]

Money Hungry / Food Network

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

I FORGOT TO THROW OUT AFTER THE EPISODE RELEASED NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[asalesbian]

Clara & a partial inventory i drew during my Victoriocity relisten for the final day of @podcastgirlsweek!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was competing in Hell’s Kitchen and wasn’t doing too well. Gordon asked me, “Do you know what you are?” and I told him something so aggressively self-depreciating that it was censored and he just stared at me. He made me stop cooking and pulled me aside but I don’t remember what he told me, just that it was something comforting/encouraging.

[dapplewood]

1. Applin Pie by Moss (@iamuniverseblog)

"A very simple applin pie with excess dough baked to look like leaves and a roped brim, baked to a golden hue."

2. Rhubarb Pie by @uprisist

"A pie is mysteriously left late at night... it's rhubarb, foreign in make, with honey adorning its sides. It's taller than one would expect for a pie, but it's not all rhubarb- it's layered like a cake, with the lower half a spongey texture reminiscent of marshmallow. It's delicately sweet, and smells extremely aromatic for a pie."

3. Blackberry Cobbler by Jay (@im-taako-you-know-from-tv)

"Anyone up for some blackberry cobbler?"

4. Shuppet Brownies by Cricket (@centipedefriends)

"Brownies with frosting decorated to look like shuppets on each individual brownie, with mini chocolate chips for eyes."

5. Banana Pumpkin Muffin by Shay (@leavesandbounds)

"Banana pumpkin muffins with a dyed cinnamon sugar glaze and edible flowers. Themed after autumn deerling and inspired by the kinds of muffins Shay's mom would bake back in faer hometown."

(This entry has a cute little story with it beneath the cut!)

6. Savory Chikorita Pie by Thistle (N/A)

"He has, of course, done unspeakable things to a chikorita to make this pie. It's a creamy cheesy roasted savory vegetable pie."

7. Cinnamon Spice Applin Cookies by Dustin (@sundecided)

"Dustin spent hours on these, but the icing is a little thick..."

8. Applin Cider Donuts by Lark (@janalowitz)

"Apple cider donuts dusted in cinnamon sugar and little applin themed mint sprigs."

9. Strawberry Spice Cake..? by Shiloh (@isa_ah)

"I forgot to let the cake cool before I tried to- it's not important."

Shay's story for baking faer muffins!:

Shay had never been a particularly strong baker. Fae could follow a recipe just fine, but if fae tried to experiment even a little? Well, gogoat would get a lot of extra treats, we can put it that way. So when he moved to Dapplewood and an annual fall baking competition was established, he was a little apprehensive about participating. In fact fae hadn't planned to at all until fae found faerself stuck in faer apartment for a few beautiful autumn days.

A window was open to let in the crisp air, but it did nothing to relieve Shay's stir-craziness as he tentatively tried once more to rest weight on his bad foot. Fae hadn't had a flare-up so severe in ages, not since leaving home. And with that single thought Shay was sent tumbling through old memories.

Memories of bundling up in blankets while tucked against faer father's side on the couch. Memories of autumn scented candles lit in the kitchen because the city air wasn't nearly as festive. Memories of warm muffins in his small hands, and a smile from his mother.

Shay took another breath of the fresh air coming through his open window, and he looked outside at the forest and the mountains separating him from where he came from.

Fae may just participate in the baking competition after all.

(via @leavesandbounds)

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