#garlic squeeze

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| Butternut Soup w/ Cheesy Garlic Bread by daenskitchen

| Recipe

[figofswords]

hi just thought everyone would want to know. I think I just made the all time best potatoes anyone has ever made ever. just wanted to share

[bunabi]

wanted 2 comment on the bg3 situation as well, that even as an astarion fan, I just got profoundly tired of the fact that there's pretty much Only astarion content out there. Like, it was enjoyable for about three months tops. Plus I encountered a weird subset of fans that would insist that criticizing wyll's storyline for being badly written (or barely there at all) was racist? Which, you'd think would be the opposite, I would have loved more content (or a return to early access wyll which I heard was more complex)

I feel you

I know what being catered to feels like (Solas Fan🏅) but I want everyone to have full plates of content*

To your second point: there are fans who say 'this is ass wow someone should fix this' and there are fans who say 'this is ass oh well get over it' lol a missing sentence can make it come off as really diminishing

Something like that happened to me actually — I think it was the post yapping about fandom needing better boundaries with creators, which was taken as hating on Wyll fans

Its a touchy subject but as long as you're clear & open to 'hey what did you mean by this' messages it usually works out; not always but usually 😅

[robinniko]

i was so close to playing the new update of Stardew on console with my bf last night, AND OUR POWER WENT OUT RIGHT WHEN WE STARTED THE FARM THE FIRST DAY SO WE DIDNT GET TO SAVE YETTTTT

by the time our power came back on my bf didn’t wanna play :(

[promithiae]

I cooked fish and I didn't fuck it up! It's not going to ever be my favorite food, and it's too pricy to do regularly, but I wouldn't be afraid to try it again.

[smaller-comfort]

We tend to mostly watch food shows in this household, and every time Iberico ham comes up in whatever show we're watching (Choped, Buzzfeed's Worth It, Master Chef, whatever)- I get a terrible flashback to the time @pissyeti came home from the cheese shop with an entire Iberico leg bone.

We made stock out of it, because what else are you going to do with a $99 leg bone? Except we threw it in a crock pot overnight; this was before we had an instantpot. It made the whole house smell like ham water.

The whole house just. Smacked of ham.

We ended up making the most amazing soup out of it (oranges, guajllo chiles, coffee, brisket), but my god. Imagine the dog-food qualities of prosciutto, intensified a thousandfold, permeating your clothes and skin. That inescapable porcine essence, suffusing your soul for days. An umami-bomb nightmare.

Anyway, Iberico itself is a strange thing- this is the wagyu of pigs, fed an exclusive diet of acorns- and the taste is distinctly lemony on top of the layered complexity of cured meat. Good shit; if you have access to buy it by the pound, try a slice or two.

Just- don't make stock in the crockpot unless you're prepared for the consequences.

[onlyfangz]

i made honey chicken curry for the first time today and i feel like ive found the holy grail of food

[spamshards]

even if you're just ok at cooking and burn the herbs its still really good

kill the shift manager in your brain

[exopelagic]

I can tell im getting good at cooking bc I can innovate new dishes such as ‘shit on toast’ and have it be good

[miss-floral-thief]

Good thing I asked for more money before leaving since it ended up slightly over 20

[yardsards]

i'm now painfully curious about what it's actually like to eat a raw onion and might have to give it a try

update: it was Horrible. video soon to be uploaded so yinz can laugh at my suffering

i don't really understand why people react in shuddering horror to the idea of casually eating raw onion or raw garlic cloves as a snack they're so good. cronch like potato chip but tangy flavor with a little bit of sweetness and a pleasant aftertaste. delicious. what vitamins am i deficient in.

[1-ker0sene-1]

Poly 141 x Reader

Home is where you are

"What ye think she made this time?"

Johnny mumbles, dropping his head back against the seat behind him. Blinking tiredly up at the ceiling of the truck, a daydream clear in his eyes. Simon next to him stares out the window, sweat seems to practically seal his balaclava to his face.

"We'd be lucky if anything. It's three in the fucking morning.."

Kyle says from the passenger seat. Pursing his lips a bit.

"She should be sleeping.."

Price chuckles from the driver's seat, hand on the steering wheel, paying close attention to the road.

"She knows we're on our way home. If she made something. We'll be thankful."

His other hand is resting on Kyle's knee, his thumb rubs slow circles against him.

Simons foot taps on the floor of the car silently, brows tight together. The man just wants to go home, shower, eat whatever heaven you cooked and sink into that california king mattress. With all of you, all five of you together.

"Steaks."

He mutters.

"Hm?"

Johnny questions with a hum, Simon clarifies.

"On days we come home.. it's either steak or shepherds pie. She made shepherds pie last time so it's gonna be steak."

They all salivate at the damn thought.

"It's tha little things with ye huh Simon?"

Johnny smiles warmly, leaning on his shoulder.

It was another thirty minutes driving before they finally pulled into the secluded driveway. Their safehouse. Their home. Where you are. Filing out of the truck, bags over their shoulders. Covered in grime and dried blood, they didn't even let themselves clean up at base before going home to you. Walking forward, Simon slings an arm around Kyle's shoulder. Tucking the sargeant into his side as they walk to the house. Both Johns walking behind them, Price giving the younger a good slap on the back.

"Home, boys. Let's enjoy it while we can."

Price comes forward to unlock the front door, pushing it open for the four of them. Mumbling out a reminder to take off their shoes inside. Leaning down with a grunt to pull off his boots. The others doing the same. They can already smell what you're cooking, Simon was right. The smell of steaks is pretty clear, garlic butter, some kind of steamed vegetables and spices.

The house is clean. Warm. Low lighting, some candles lit. Everything about it screams home. John opens his mouth to call out for you, but he can feel his spine practically melt hearing you hum in the kitchen.

Johnny is the first stumbling forward, hopping on one leg as he throws off his remaining shoe. Eager to get back to you. Grinning as he comes around the corner into the kitchen. He melts. Seeing you there, in your chair dishing up their plates of dinner.

".. Hey lass.."

He mumbles, feeling like all the air left his chest.

You turn your head when you hear him, the brightest smile spreads across your face. Tossing the fork down from your hand as you turn towards him.

"Hey soldier-"

You beam. You don't even get another word in before Johnny rushes towards you, you let out a puff of air as he crashes into you. Laughing against him as he squeezes you to his chest, his face buried in your hair.

"Fuckin' missed ye hen.."

He whispers. You return with one of your own.

"I know baby.. I missed you too.."

You lift your head, kissing the scar on his chin.

"This bloke botherin' you love?"

You already know that voice immediately, smiling as you turn to look at Kyle. Who is quick at your side with Johnny, his hand cups the back of your head. Pressing a long kiss to your cheek. Taking a deep inhale of your scent through his nose. You smile warmly, your hand finds his bicep, giving a soft squeeze.

"There you are Kyle.."

You murmur, turning your head to press your own kisses across the bridge of his nose.

"Always here."

He chirps, kissing on your skin. His eyes bore into you, drinking you up. Johnny huffs, mumbling something about stealing all your attention. Earning a small tug on his mowhawk from you.

"Alright you two- showers. The both of you. You need it-"

You chuckle, giving them both a hug. Giving Johnny one more kiss on the jaw. Letting Gaz get one more kiss on your face. Watching them head past you down the hall to the bathroom. Kissing on eachother, bumping into walls. You shake your head at them with a smile.

Eyes flicking back to the entrance. You find Simon staring at you, his shoulders slack and sinking. Eyes half lidded and tired. The rest of his face under the balaclava. Your eyes soften, holding out your hand to him.

"Oh Si.."

He takes the invitation. Coming over to you. He would tower over you in height. But instead he falls to one knee in front of your chair. Hands resting on the arm rests of your chair. Your hands immediately cradle his head. Leaning forward to press your head to his.

"You're home.. it's alright now .. no more Lieutenant.."

You whisper against him. Your fingertips lift the edge of the balaclava, pulling it over the nape of his neck. Over the back of his head, nails dragging soothingly up his scalp as you take the fabric away. Making him shiver in vulnerability. Putting his mask aside on the counter.

Seeing your Simons face eases the both of you, cupping his jaw and lifting his head.

"I know doll.. I know."

He mutters, you kiss his temple. Caressing his skin. Threading your fingers into his hair.

"Go shower with the boys sweetheart.. I'll be in there soon."

You coo at him. He chuckles deeply, kissing your head between your brows as he gets up. Bumping your foreheads together one more time before walking to the bathroom.

"You're not gonna say hello to me John?"

You joke, turning your head to watch said Captain. Who was holding his hat in hand, leaning against the wall watching you. He's been watching you the whole time.

"Just seein' you with our boys darlin'.."

Pushing away from the wall he walks over to you. His eyes full of exhaustion, longing, warmth. Tossing his hat on the counter behind you. He leans down, callous hands hold your cheeks. Bringing your lips to his.

He's not as sneaky as he thinks. You know of his little demand to the boys. He's the first to kiss you. Each time they come home.

You kiss him back feverishly, as much as you've been calm and steady for them. You missed your men like hell. Your hands find his shoulders, squeezing them tightly, beginning to work on the knots of tension in them. Emitting a deep groan from John into your mouth. You smile against his lips, feeling the scratch off his beard.

"Everyone's alright?"

You whisper against him. He nods, his hands finding your hips. Slightly lifting you from your chair and towards himself.

"No one's broken. .. Kyle's a little stressed. Y'know how he is.."

You nod, eyes still closed, continuing to brush your lips together.

"And you?"

"Just tired.. But I'm home. That's what matters."

John mumbles, kissing you deep again. Dipping his tongue past your lips, a soft sigh slipping out of you. Arms pulling him closer.

"Taking good care of our boys John.. You always do.. Making sure you all come home to me again... Our strong Captain.."

You can feel him sinking at your praise. The older mans knees want to buckle at your voice.

"Let's get you in the shower baby.. Hm? Get you washed and relaxed.."

You mumble against him.

You yelp as your lifted into the air by his arms, laughing openly as he carries you like a bride. Burying his nose to the crook of your neck. Carrying you down the hall, to the bathroom door. Where you can already hear the chatter of the men in the shower waiting for the two of you. John is grumbling against your skin.

"We need you darlin'. "

"Our boys and I need you bad.."

[wyrmoffastring]

I need someone to roll me around under gentle pressure until my skin peels off

[incorrectbatfam]

I had a dream Bruce was cooking smth and his kids kept adding their own touches when he wasn't looking

Bruce: *stirs the pot, puts the lid on, sets an egg timer, and leaves*

Dick, walking in: What's this?

Dick: *tastes it*

Dick: Hm... not bad, but it could use some salt.

Dick: *adds a few teaspoons of salt and leaves*

Damian: *walks in and peers into the pot*

Damian: Tt. What self-respecting cook doesn't use olive oil?

Damian: *adds a hearty drizzle and exits*

Cass: *enters and tastes it*

Cass: *makes a face*

Cass: *adds three heads of garlic before putting the lid on and walking away*

Jason: *comes in and checks*

Jason: What, no protein?

Jason: *drops in a whole chicken and leaves*

Duke: *removes the lid and tastes it*

Duke: Needs more yellow.

Duke: *adds more yellow and yeets out*

Steph: *walks in and sniffs the pot*

Steph: *squeezes in a lemon and walks away*

Barbara: *inspects it*

Barbara: This doesn't seem very nutritionally balanced.

Barbara: *dices onions and carrots*

Barbara: *adds them and adjusts the heat before leaving*

Tim: *enters and samples a spoonful*

Tim: I know what's missing.

Tim: *breaks uncooked spaghetti to fit it into the pot before putting the lid on*

*timer goes off*

Bruce: *comes back*

Bruce: *uncovers the pot*

Bruce: Guys, what happened to my batarang sanitizing solution?

[smfoodtrucklot]

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[saiyanprincess90]

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