#garnish w a lemon

[humhowellujah]

i'm drunk off two lavender martinis what the fuck do you MEAN dan and phil went on a step by step recreation of their japan trip as a part of a HONEYMOON episode for their sims. be so fr rn be so serious please. dan howell you have 4 minutes to respond . phil, keep it up babygirl. lavender martini recipe in the tags

[sourlemonsprout]

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈

Seth x SugarBoo (gn!reader) x Alphonse

Word Count: 631

(In my head Sugarboo has some sort of out-of-home bakery business or just sells their treats to locals nearby idk🤷‍♀️)

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Seth wiped his brow and glanced around the shop once last before closing up. Summer had always been one of his favorite times of the year, water fights outside, camping in the woods, and all the other fun stuff you could do as a kid with the seemingly endless amount of free time on your hands. However, the oppressive heat that lingered in the mechanic shop coupled with the pesky bugs made Seth long for the cooler fall days ahead. It wasn't all bad though, he was truly grateful for the opportunity to work in the shop, and the summer evenings he spent with you and Alphonse were some of the most memorable he'd had in a long time. The comforting beachside strolls, the cozy nights spent by a fire pit, and the delightful array of baked goods you crafted using the fresh fruits that were in season filled his days with joy. Just as he was reminiscing about your delightful treats, a message suddenly lit up Seth's phone.

"heyy can you pick up some lemons on your way back from work pls?? xoxo"

He smiled down at his phone, shaking his head slightly, this was the second time this week you'd had him run to the store, but he didn't mind. As he closed the garage up and locked the doors, he pondered what sweet treat you were going to whip up this time.

As Seth rolled into the driveway, the sun began to flood the sky with a dreamy glow of orange and pink as it faded into the horizon. Stepping off his bike, he could hear your laughter through the open windows. You and Alphonse were sitting at the kitchen table, music playing softly from a speaker as you two chatted away enjoying the gentle summer breeze blowing through the house.

"How ya' doing big guy?" Al nodded at Seth as he walked into the house, kicking off his shoes by the door.

"Tired, but glad to be done for the weekend." He replied with a sleepy smile.

"Busy day?" Alphonse asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Seth sighed.

"Thanks for grabbing lemons!" you beam as you get up from the table, grabbing the bag from Seth and dumping them into a collider next to the sink.

"Whatcha planning on makin' with those?" Seth questioned.

"Shortbread lemon tart" you state. You make a mental note to wash the fruits tomorrow before using them, before returning to Seth and pummeling into his chest for a big bear hug.

"W-whoa" he laughed, catching his balance from the sudden hug attack.

"Why hello there Sugar," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. No matter how hot and tiring the days were, coming home to you two made everything worthwhile.

"Whatcha end up making with the blackberries I picked up for you the other day?"

"Little blackberry pavlovas!"

"Pav... lovas?"

"It's an Australian meringue cake with a soft marshmallowy center" you explain.

"Yeah, and they made this compote with the berries and used some fresh mint leaves from the garden as a garnish, it looked amazing!" Alphonse chimed in.

"Damn Sugar, that sounds great! I bet those sold really well huh? s'there any left?"

"nOpe" Al snickered.

"Alphonse," you wine, "You ate the last one??"

"You bet I did, it was delicious Boo," Al said sticking his tongue out playfully at a disappointed Seth.

"You're an ass, you know that right?" Seth bantered.

"I'll save you some of the lemon tart, and I'll be sure to hide it this time. Anyways, dinner is hot and ready on the stove if you're ready!" you say finally breaking away from the hug. As the evening unfolded, the three of you sat down for a cozy dinner and chatted away until the stars dotted the sky outside.

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The End <3

[mixergiltron]

Spring has sprung.

It's Spring time in DC,which means we get to enjoy the beauty of the cherry blossoms. The weather wasn't so great this year,but they were still pretty.

(actual cherry blossom pic taken by Uncle Giltron)

And of course,there are Tiki drinks for this occasion.

Mix #160 Cherry Blossom

1.5oz white rum 1oz pineapple juice 1oz cream of coconut 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz blue curacao 1/2oz cinnamon syrup

Shake well with plenty of ice and pour into hurricane glass.

Created by Justin Wojslaw,from the book Minimalist Tiki. Despite the name,there is no cherry in the drink,and it's actually turquoise colored instead of red. So it's pretty much the perfect drink for the way things work in DC. It's sweet and creamy with a cinnamon profile. Pretty good,if a bit touristy.

Mix #161 Cherry Pie Tai

1.5oz Demerara rum 1/2oz rhum agricole 3/4oz Cherry Heering 3/4oz lemon juice 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with ice and pour into Mai Tai glass.

I love Mai Tais,so a cherry version was perfect to go with the blossoms. Created by Nathan Robinson,it pretty much tastes like a tart cherry Mai Tai. Quite nice.

Mix #162 Paradise Cooler

2oz white rum 1/2oz Cherry Heering 1oz velvet falernum 2oz orange juice 1oz lime juice

Shake with ice and pour into double old fashioned glass. Garnish with cherry speared with an apple slice.

This was the house drink of the Denver Hilton in the 1960's. It's tart and citrus-y with some spice and a bit of cherry finish. Very nice. A good Tiki drink for cherry fans.

Mix #163 Hemingway Daiquiri

2oz white rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz maraschino liqueur*

Shake with ice until chilled,then strain into coupe glass.

*I used Cherry Heering.

So,the story goes that Ernest Hemingway went into the El Floridita bar in Havana to use the restroom. On the way out the bartender was setting up a line of daiquiris and Hemingway decided to try one. He commented that it wasn't bad,but he preferred twice the rum and no sugar. So the bartender made one his way and named the drink after him. And over time it has morphed into the recipe above. No idea if any of this is true,but it's a good story. Since Ernest was a man's man,I decided to use Smith & Cross navy rum instead of white rum. The result was a VERY tart drink(I did use Heering which is tarter than maraschino liqueur). I didn't want Ernest's ghost to haunt me and call me a wuss,so I finished it,but if I were ever to make another I'd definitely dump in some simple syrup. If tart's your thing,then you might like this.

Mix #164 Ankle Breaker

1oz 151 rum* 1oz Cherry Heering 1oz lemon juice 1/2 oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and pour into double rocks glass.

*I used Wray & Nephew Overproof.

I came across this recipe in a Facebook group. According to Beachbum Berry's book Remixed,this was created in the Swamp Fox Room bar in the Francis Marion Hotel in Charleston, South Carolina sometime in the 1950's. It was inspired by a story about hero of the Revolutionary War,General Francis Marion(AKA,the Swamp Fox),who supposedly broke his ankle jumping from a second-story window of the hotel while trying “to escape sober from a party at which this drink was flowing too freely.” Again,no idea if this is true but a good story is a good story. While 151 rum is intended for this,the poster used Wray & Nephew Overproof(which is "only" 126 proof) and since I have W&N and have been meaning to use it more,I used it too. And since I like funk I also doubled down and used Demerara syrup instead of regular simple. Very nice. This drink is very daiquiri-like. The rum really came forward with just a bit of cherry finish. Of course with overproof rum it had some kick. I'm going to make this again with some other rums just to play around with it.

So until next time,have a cocktail and enjoy the pretty flowers.

[guiltygearconfessions]

Amateur mixologist here: I introduce to you... the Potemkin Buster. Feel free to double the amounts of all the ingredients below for the Large Boy Experience.

1/2 ounce Mrs. Rigall's Hot & Fiery Chilli Rum

1 ounce Makazai Bartender's Edition Rum

1/2 ounce Garam Masala syrup (you'll need to make this yourself, melt 2 cups sugar and 1 cup water together and once the sugar fully melts, add 2 tsp and remove from heat)

2 dashes Bitter End Curry Bitters

Pat Nebu Lemon twist (to garnish)

It's just an Old-Fashioned with a spicy flavour twist. Mix in a mixing glass with ice, strain into a rocks glass. Not the best tasting, but pretty thematic imo! I personally took mine with a dollop of mild honey mixed in at the end and was pr satisfied w the results 😋

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[solefood]

a collection of cooking from last week with summer leftovers~

(in order)

breakfast of fried egg, sausage, and peach toast with fruit smoothie

orange loaf cake with orange lime glaze

sausage, salmon, and veggie medley frittata

washing fruits for the smoothie :)

salmon, tomato cream pasta w parmesan, and caprese style toast

lamb tacos with topping of sauteed onion, kale, tomato

lemon chiffon cake with blueberry lemon glaze, mint to garnish

[betelgeusing]

you guys wish you were me right now (drinking a quart of ice water garnished w/ 3 fresh lemon wedges through a wide glass straw)

[heich0e]

How do you drink your rooh afza? (I can’t stand it it’s always tasted like perfume to me)

it was our interns last day today and i was tasked (as usual) w choosing what we'd drink at the party—she's from pakistan and i knew she loves rose (and that she DOES drink alcohol but DOESN'T like fizzy things or anything too sweet.) i ended up finding out abt rooh afza after doing some digging online and managed to track it down at a local south asian grocery shop!!

i tried it super diluted first with just water and ice to get the vibe, and found it very nice!! BUT the cocktail i ended up coming up w was rooh afza + lemon juice + lemon gin + topped with either still or sparkling water n garnished w lemon and mint and it went CRAZYYYY. so light and refreshing and yummmmmy. it's like floral pink lemonade!!

[vibratingskull]

Chekmate and Chaos

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35

Tags : Reader is disabled, fluff, self-doubts, ptsd, cuddling, hurt-comfort, street fight, domestic, groceries, rescue, Thrawn is a caregiver at heart...

This is your last day together before the end of your leave. You have a present for Thrawn you hope he will like, but also some mundane tasks to take care off, like a married couple...

Thrawn x F!reader

You feel a tender caress on your hair, making you sigh, your cheek pressed against something really warm and pulsating rhythmically, sending vibrations through your skin. 

You yawn and blink. 

You are in your living room, sprawling on the couch in the arms of Thrawn. You remember the evening you spent in front of a movie, hugging each other, chuckling at the cheezy acting. You also remember you were too occupied kissing each other to care about the rest of the movie, him laying his entire body on yours, keeping you trapped under him. 

You thought it would have dissolved in a completely different situation, but he kept it to kissing, pressing you tight against himself, breathing in your scent, holding your cheek. You ended up both sleeping on the couch in each other arms. 

Your face is resting on Thrawn’s chest as he hugs you while caressing your hair. You tentatively look up to him.  

He stayed with you to embrace you and cradle you. 

He lowers his gaze to meet yours and smiles tenderly at you, his hand leaving your hair to graze your cheek with his back. 

“Good morning, Ch’acah.” He whispers like a sound too loud would make you implode. 

You smile faintly at him, hugging him tighter. 

“Hi, you.”  

You brush your cheek against his hand as a purr starts in response. The whole room smells like him, wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You kiss his knuckles as his hand passes next to your lips. 

“Are you hungry?” He asks gently. 

“No.” You yawn. 

He tilts his head, this wasn’t the answer he expected. 

“Yes Terribly..” You try to save yourself. 

“Good try.” He retorts, “Come eat with me, please.” 

He kisses your forehead and stands up, holding your hand to guide you to your table. He lets you sit down while he rummages through your cupboards. You see him agitating himself, preparing the breakfast for the both of you.  

He seems to hesitate several times on how to proceed but intimates you sit back down each time you stand up to come help him 

‘’It is a simple recipe. I should be able to handle it.’’ He says resolutely. 

You sit back again and let him cook, silently brooding. 

Why is he cooking ? 

How long are you still going to fail him ? 

He finally turns back with avocado toast, with avocado properly mixed and toast not burnt. 

He lays a plate in front of you, two full toasts, lavishly garnished with ripe avocado. 

You are, clearly and irrepressably, not hungry enough for two full toasts. 

He sits beside you and wish you a good meal, you nod, your lips pressed in a thin line. 

You take one toast to nibble one corner and immediately regret it. He put lemon juice in the avocado and the acidic taste immediately upset you. 

You wince and put the toast back on the plate. 

Thrawn who is munching on his own piece silently observes you. He wipes the crumbs off his perfect blue lips with his thumb before taking your plate to dispose of it. 

“Thrawn...” You try before his mutism, “It’s not your fault, it’s me. Do not get angry, I just cant this morning.” 

“I am not angry in the slightest, Ch’acah.” He simply responds, back turned to you, doing... something. 

Imagine your surprise when he turns back and hands you a plate of white bread with chocolate spread, something he notoriously looks at with dissatisfaction. You open your eyes wide. 

“You hate when I eat that.” You say, incredulous. 

He sits down and takes his toast to bite into it. 

“If the only way I have to make sure you eat is serving you your favorite unhealthy food, it will do for now.” He simply responds. 

Him who’s always been a sticker to a healthy diet and manners of living... 

You take one slice and bite into it. Even the deliciously chocolaty treat isn’t enough to awaken your appetite. But you eat nonetheless not to alarm him. 

“We need to do groceries.” He announces. “We emptied the fridge yesterday.”  

“I’ll take care of it.” You say. 

“I’ll come with you.” 

You glance at him. 

“Why?” 

“The pantry is always full when I arrive, I never had to go grocery shopping in the area.” He explains. 

Of course the pantry is always full for his return: it’s your task! Make sure your man doesn’t starve to death. And a Grand Admiral as way more important things to do than groceries! 

‘But... I could get a glimpse of his tastes.’ the thought crosses your mind. 

“All right, I know a little market. We should find everything here.”  

“Good.”  

You observe Thrawn opening a pillbox to swallow protein and vitamin capsules. Your heart sinks. Since your... ‘incident’ you stopped buying meat altogether and Thrawn modifies his diet when he is at the apartment with you. 

You’re depriving him of vital nutrients for his athletic lifestyle... 

You gulp down your bite with difficulty, feeling guilty. 

He notices you fixing him and tilts his head as he swallow the capsules down. 

“A problem?” He asks 

“No... Not at all...” You lower your gaze on your slice of bread. 

You finish your plate completely to prove your point even if the knots in your stomach complain heavily and shoot him a smile. 

He slowly nods approvingly taking a fruit to bite into. You cross your arms on the table, observing his pearly white teeth biting into the juicy flesh, how his blue lips wrap around the plump of the fruit, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows another bite. Thrawn lazily scrolls on his datapad, discovering today’s news, and keeping himself informed. You feel your lips stretch into a smile as you admire your boyfriend in the daylight through the window, the sunrays gently caressing his deep blue skin, the shades varying whether in light or in shadow, enhancing his cheekbones and forehead ridges. 

You see his brows frown slightly every time he reads political news, trying really hard to understand all the ins and outs of what he is reading, but you know he fails. At the fifth time, you take pity on him and invite him to give you the pad to give him a little rundown of the politics. 

You’re scrolling through the different news articles when an article catches your attention, stopping you in your tracks. You read the title carefully before it the article in its entirety to be absolutely certain. 

But there is no doubts possible. 

“The senate intends to harden the conditions for marriage between humans and aliens.” You announce with an empty voice. 

So many new laws of this order have been put in place lately, preventing the adoption of human children by alien couples, separating humans and aliens in school, etc... 

You read and reread the title of the article, incredulous, your blood turning cold. 

What if... You can never marry Thrawn? 

What if this option just disappears? 

“Really?” He responds casually. 

You look up to him in surprise. 

He is focused on his avocado toast, seemingly unaffected by the news. Your mind flashes you the memory of him silently observing the storefront of a wedding shop with sparkling eyes. 

But today he... simply doesn’t care.  

You gulp and swallow down your doubts and questions, you’ve only been dating for almost over a year but lived together for less than four months total. 

Marriage may be premature for your couple yet! 

But still... 

You would have liked if he appeared displeased by the news... 

“Either way it talks about economics and stock exchange prices.” You finish, disheartened but with an assured voice. 

You keep your face neutral, hiding your worries deep inside you, away from his eyes as you scroll back to the top of the news site. Every article praises the decisions of the Senate and Emperor, saying how moral and great those choices are and how they will rectify the former decadent mores of the former Republic. You sip your caff in silence, focused on your reading before laying the pad, a weird strained feeling weighing you down. 

Thrawn pats his gorgeous lips with a napkin before turning to you and taking your hand lying on the table to squeeze it. 

“This is our final day together, cheo Ch’acah. Is there anything you want to do?” 

You purse your lips for a split second. 

“What I want to- Wait!” You jump on your feet and head to your bedroom, leaving Thrawn guessing in the kitchen. 

You kneel down on the floor to look under your bed, you extend your hand and search for something under the wooden frame until the tips of your fingers touch something. You grasp it and pull it off under the bed, it is dusty by now so you blow air on it and brush dust away as you return to the kitchen. 

Thrawn silently observes you coming back and handing him the wrapped package. He considers the rectangular package with polite curiosity before taking it in his hands and looking at you as you sit back, a silent question in his eyes. 

“I have no idea when your birthday is and I realized we didn’t have one yet in the apartment.” You explain with a small smile. 

His fingers brush the edges of the package, trying to guess what is under the gift wrap, his mind searching for clues in your demeanor.  

“This is very delicate of you. Thank you.” He simply says, thankful. 

After turning the package in every angle and weighing it up he finally decides to open it. You bite your lips, not losing a crumb of the spectacle as he takes out a new black velvety box. He turns it to discover his full name engraved in it with silvery accents. He squints, putting the box down to unlock the latches and open the lid. 

He blinks as he discovers a brand new Shah-tezh game with its ivory shiny demesne and pieces. 

“Tadaaaaaaam!” You chuckle, “I thought you would like to play it again!”  

He delicately takes one of the pieces to admire it closely, how well carved and shiny they are, all the minute details drawn in the ivory, all the attention given to the finishing touches of each piece. 

You devour him with your eyes, head resting on both of your hands, awaiting his reaction to your little surprise with great impatience. It’s been months since you hid this present, never finding the right time to give it to him! It cost you a little fortune to find this artisanal game and you really hope he likes it. 

He finally replaces the piece in the box with an amused expression. 

“This brings back memories.” Thrawn notes. 

“Good memories?” You playfully insist. 

“Of course. Very good memories.” He slowly nods in approval, “Thank you for your gift, it is a delicious idea.” 

“Do you want to play now?” 

He tilts his head. 

“Already?” 

“Why not? We have nothing to do outside of the groceries. For our last day together we could play all day long!” You propose. 

“Alright. I let you choose your color.” He indicates,. 

As you do the dishes Thrawn puts the game in place and serves you both another cup of caff. 

You sit down and start playing together like you used to in the Academy a decade ago... 

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“I will never beat you.” You half-complain, half-joke. 

“This type of game fuels directly in my strong suits it will be quite hard for you; But you considerably improved your strategies during those ten years, you made really good progress.” Thrawn praises. 

You walk in the street, playing with the straps of the bags, making them swirl at your hand. The sun pains to shine on this floor, managing to brighten the alley only through holes in the permabeton and broken windows and you cannot resist the childish impulse to shoot in some trash laying around with your feet.  

Thrawn follows you closely, observing this new environment in silent... displease.  

You had to go down several floors of Coruscant to join the market you had in mind and while your own neighborhood isn’t what you would call rich or especially secure, you are at ease. You are confident in your capacity to protect yourself with your training but you feel Thrawn’s arm circling your shoulders when you pass a dark street where obvious spice traffics are taking place. Each inhabitant of this floor considers Thrawn regal allure with curiosity and... hunger. You chose an old cheap coat to not clash in the environment and wear a mute grey and dark colors but Thrawn natural elegance is hard to hide and he clearly appears as an outsider here. Everyone is grey here, features drawn and tired traits, and even aliens’ colors are muted in this environment, making Thrawn’s healthy and vibrant blue skin discords even more. You feel his hand squeezing your shoulder as you walk past a group of young adults sniffing... something white and powdery on a flat surface. 

“Do you come here often?” He investigates. 

“It’s the only market in the area where I can find products from my homeworld. So yeah, pretty much.” You explain. 

He just nods, not about to start an argument about the rights and wrongs of rummaging in such a neighborhood, he trusts you to be able to protect your own person. 

That doesn’t stop him from pulling you closer to him at each black look you receive from the local punks, someone even spits in your direction... 

”The atmoshere is much lighter inside the market, you’ll see.” you reassure him. 

The arches of the covered market are finally visible and you inadvertently accelerate. You want to show certain products of your homeworld to Thrawn and you hurry. But Thrawn holds you down and forces you to slow down, pressing your two bodies together. 

You’re about to ask him what’s up when you notice the group of men at the feet of the arches, laying against the walls with their cans of beer, their blades and bats at their belts shining in the artificial crude light of the floor. They are guarding the entry of the market like Cerberus guarding hell’s gate, checking out passersby, whistling at women who hurry away, and shoving people at random. 

As you approach the entry you readjust the straps of your bags on your shoulders and Thrawn keeps you real close, not letting you escape his protective grasp.  

“Bag and pockets!” One of them barks at you when you reach the arches. 

You sniff but open your bag for him to check. That’s not your first rodeo with them. 

“In good company today, sweet thing?” He laughs crudely. 

“Maybe, what’s it to you?” You retort. 

He sniffs with disdain, caressing his blade as a warning. You hold his gaze. 

“And your knight?” He finally turns to Thrawn who didn’t release you for a second. 

Thrawn takes out his identity card and shows it between two fingers. 

“This is the only thing I have in my pockets.” He announces. 

They look into each other eyes, gauging each other in silence. 

The cerberus snarls and spits on the ground. 

“Let them pass.” He says to his colleagues blocking the entry to you, “And no funny business, we patrol inside.” 

You flip him as you pass, Thrawn’s hand protectively around your shoulders. You enter the market, squinting at the sudden brightness, and discover a place full of life and products, buzzing with activity. 

“Who are they?” Thrawn asks as you walk away from the entry. 

“The local gang. They are a little on edge lately, they conflict with other groups.”  

You start walking among the aisles. True to your words, the market is way safer than the neighborhood where it is located with bright and clean aisles and fresh and diverse products, it may be just on the cheaper side. Families are here with children running around and you feel Thrawn’s grasp on your shoulder slowly loosening as he judges the place safe. 

Something catches your gaze and you immediately pull Thrawn to it,  

“Look at that! Sweets from my homeworld!” 

You take one immediately in your mouth, savoring the rush of sugar. Thrawn takes one, making it roll between his fingers, weighting it, raising it to his nose. 

“Those ones are citrus, but they come with a lot of different tastes.” You explain, sucking on the candy in your mouth. 

Thrawn considers the treat before putting it in his mouth. 

“They are called ‘bétises’, they were my favorite candies growing up.” 

“Of course they were your favorite with such a name.” He responds deadpan. 

You chuckle as he shakes his face with a tight exhausted smile. You take out your grocery list and head toward the vegetables. You choose some green onions, some Kebroot and hesitate between some Corellian eggplants and some Anoth eggplant. One is sweeter and more fondant while the other is more acidic. 

Thrawn helps you choose the freshest ones, manipulating the vegetables and sniffing them. 

You fill your bags with goodies until Thrawn takes it from you to carry them. 

You walk among the aisles, stopping here and there for free sampling of the products. You succumb to temptation and buy a big pot of honey from your home planet, drooling at the simple idea of diving a spoon into it to taste it.  

You reach the tubers section and you feel Thrawn slowing down. You stop to observe what he saw. 

“I remember those ones.” He says, “The Ascendancy bought a lot of tubers from merchants of the Chaos to feed its population.” He takes one in his large hand, weighing it carefully.  

The tuber, an orange vegetable ribbed of purple lines has a delicate fragrance. Thrawn takes one slice that is here for free sampling and nods. You take one in your mouth and almost break down crying. 

Your mouth immediately catches fire and you pant with your tongue out. You avidly take the small glass of blue milk the market gardener hands to you amused and you gulp it down with relief, welcoming the greasy liquid in your mouth to wash down any capsaisin. 

Thrawn eyeballs you with a tight grin. 

“Spicy, is it not?” 

You let out a huge gasp as your lips part from the milk glass. 

“Yes! Yes it is!” 

His gaze lowers down to the vegetable with fondness. 

“It reminds me of my childhood. I did not expect to find some of those products here.” 

You tilt your head, squinting. 

“Because you saw several produce from the Ascendancy?” 

“Three or four.” He places the vegetable down and takes a step signaling you can move on. 

You observe him dumbfounded. 

“And it didn’t cross your mind to tell me so we could buy them?” 

He consider you like it downed on him. 

“I... Would not know how to cook them if we bought them.” He explains. 

You roll your eyes with a sigh. 

“Give me ten!” You order the market gardener. 

You seize the full bag they hand you, take Thrawn’s hand in yours, and force him to retrace the entire way, asking him if these were the products or not. 

You’ll do this market 5 times if you must, but you��ll find all the Ascendancy products and cook him a good meal like back home! Or as close as you can get. 

He obediently follows behind you, letting you pull him in silence as you question him at each and every new product. 

FINALLY! You find the four in question and buy them under his careful burning gaze. 

“You did not have to.” He finally says as you rearrange your bags to make a place for the fresh bean paste of his homeworld, squatting in the middle of one aisle. 

You sniff at his reaction. 

“And why not?” You raise your gaze to him, “Don’t you like when I take care of you?” 

His lips stretch in a thin line for a split second as he seems to realize what this entire circus is about. 

“Thank you...” He eventually lets out past his lips. 

You slow down your movement in the bag, looking up at him. Is it so foreign to him? To be taken care of? 

You stand back on your feet and on your tiptoes to reach his cheek that you kiss tenderly. 

“I’ll cook you a good meal with all of that! You will guide me to achieve a Chiss-flavored recipe.” 

You hear the faintest of purr as he seems to lean into the kiss. 

“I propose you choose the spices and chilis and I’ll head over there to retrieve some legumes, and we will finish with some dairy, okay?” 

He stops in his tracks. 

“You want me to choose ingredients while knowing my record tracks in the kitchen?” He asks squinting. 

“Well... You did not poison yourself until now, so I guess i can trust you to choose some. And you use way more chilis than me, choose the ones you prefer and I’ll cook with them!” 

“How do you know I use more chilis than you?” He tilts his head. 

You give him an all-knowing lopsided grin. 

“First : that demonstration with the tuber 20 minutes ago, Second : I always catch you adding more cayenne pepper to your plate, and third: do you remember that lentil dish you cooked when I came to the apartment to help you with furniture? You did not bat an eye while I was sweating like a pig and crying my eyes out.” 

“You finished that dish.” He frowns. 

You grimace a bit. 

“I did not want to offend you...”  

He lower his shoulders, slightly defeated. 

“Why did you not say anything? I would have cooked something else lighter.” 

You raise your tip toes to kiss his cheek again. 

“It is in the past love. Now you will be able to add as much chili as you want to your plate.” 

He considers you but relinquishes and turns toward the chilis and spices stands with sparkling eyes despite his closed and stern expression. 

You smile at him and head toward the legumes section debating in your head if you should buy canned or fresh ones. You’ll take lentils for Thrawn if you only you could remember the variety he cooked that evening...Oh! You also need to pick some cheese, you noted how he devoured the cheese cubes during your movie night. 

You should ask your mother if there is any lentil recipe with chilis from your homeworld you could cook. 

You wince. She will just berate you and demand why you do not already know that at your age... You are fully focused on your peas when you feel a body press itself against your back, looming over you. 

“Hi, hot stuff. You are a cute one you know?” 

You cringe internally before turning towards the voice. As you expected around here, this isn’t just a frotteur but one of the gang members. 

“You could make some good money with a face like yours.” He keeps going. 

“Not interested.” You respond sharply, flicking his hand off your shoulder. 

There are a lot of touts in the area selling dreams to desperate people to lock them in their clubs and brothels. You saw a lot of young men and women following those kinds of pimps with hope in their eyes that it will allow them to make some quick bucks and escape the lower floors. 

Those fuckers even hunt among teens, barely 15 yet. 

You reach for a bag of fresh Corellian peas when you see two other shadows drawing themself over you. You let out a snarl, the pimp got companies. 

“Oh come on, a fresh fit body like you could make so much cash! If you follow us, we will show you how!” 

You don’t have your rifle with you, obviously, but you received Imperial training. Getting rid of three hoods shouldn’t be that difficult. 

As long as they remain only three... 

Your eyes lower to their blades and bats hanging at their hips. If you could snatch one up... 

“Thank you for this very generous offer, dear sirs. Alas, I must pursue my travel, for I am awaited you see?” You respond with an apathetic smile. 

They let out a chuckle. 

“Even better. Clients adore it when the girls have some personality. Keep your humor and you’ll be one of the most popular of the entire establishment.” One of them says, leaning forward, trapping you between him and the stall. 

Disgusting. 

But that is what you wanted. 

“Oh really?” You smile and let the click of the blade resonate as you press it at his throat. “I will still ask you to back down gentle sir.” 

He palps his hip only to realize you took his vibroblade. His nostril flares as anger lights up in his pupils. 

“You... sneaky little bitch!” He takes a step back, letting the rest of the group realize he got divested of his weapon. 

“Is that how you talk to a possible business partner?” You taunt. 

You catch the shadow of a movement on your left and have just the time to parry with the blade. The fourth pimps take a step back as his first assault failed. 

“You are not allowed to carry weapons inside, girly.” He indicates, his own baled raised in a practiced and obviously experienced manner. 

“I merely borrowed it from your colleague who got too close.” 

“I... sorry boss.” He pathetically aplogizes. 

The blade holder gaze’s slides toward his younger colleague with a sigh. 

“Drop that blade.” He orders. 

“Drop yours first.” You retort raising the knife. 

“It doesn’t work that way, cutie.” He takes a step forward cautiously. 

You are about to say something back when a hand grips your shoulder forcefully. Without even thinking, you grab the arm and throw your leg backward, making the assailant’s body roll over your shoulder and fall to the ground with a grunt of pain. 

Like in training! 

You just have the time to raise your gaze the gangster from whom you stole the blade throws himself at you. You spin to gather momentum and kick him in the plexus, completely forgetting you now have mechanical legs, and send him fleeing in the stand, broking it to pieces in the process. 

Uh oh… You think you felt his plexus break under your hit… 

You hear gasps and hurried steps as the passersby hurry away from the scene before that debacle. 

You’re back down to three assailants, but now they are fully pissed off ! They carefully place themself around you, staring at you stonily. One of them throws themself at you in a classic two-waves attack. You spin the blade in your hand and hit the side of their skull with the end of the vibroblade. They stagger to the side, clearly confused and in pain. 

You turn to see the two last ones when you receive a prodigious punch in the face, throwing you to the ground. You groan painfully, and cough hard, feeling something warm and liquid rolling on your skin where the pimp hit you. 

You touch it in disbelief, to discover your blood, dripping to the floor. 

This warm, liquidy sensation on your skin… 

You gag, flashbacks teleporting you back in the dark cave, strapped down that dirty mattress, and the bite of the saw in your tender flesh… 

You are in shock, unable to detach your gaze from the red liquid nor stop your shivering. You lose all awareness of your surroundings and completely forget about the assault, stuck in the cave. 

You do nit even hear the pimp talking to you. 

You shudder when a sudden gunshot rings in the market and a body falls near you. You turn your gaze towards the sound to discover Thrawn, gun aimed in your direction with a cold expression, his eyebrows frowned in displeasure. 

‘’Stop.’’ He sternly orders, ‘’This is enough.’’ 

“Wha-Who the FUCK let you enter with a gun?!” The leader demands. 

Thrawn immediately aims at him, his glare full of warnings and threat. 

“Your own colleagues. I am here to collect this young lady right here.” He announces, advancing in the aisles like in conquered territories, “As for you, hands high up in the air where I can see them.” 

You do not see what the leader decided to do, whatever it was Thrawn judged it worthy to be shot at. You shiver with the gunshot and the sound of the body hitting the floor. 

Did... Did he just... 

He turns to the last one that decides to lie down, his hands on his head. Thrawn closes the gap and collects all the weapons, cuffing the last pimp before rising to the sea of curious and worried customers. He raises his Grand Admiral insignia for all to see. 

“I am a Grand Admiral of the Empire, citizens. Everything is under control and if someone could be urbane enough to notify the police about this gang so they can collect them, it would be greatly appreciated.”  

One of the vendor behind the stall nods and heads to a stationary phone immediately. 

Thrawn turns to you and put a knee to the ground to comfort you. 

“Everything is okay, Ch’acah. Can you stand?” 

You nod weakly, still a bit shocked as he helps you stand up. 

“Are they...?”  

“Unconscious. My gun is adjusted on stun mod when I am on leave.” 

“Oh... okay.” You respond not knowing if that is comforting or not. 

“You are bleeding, my beloved.” He murmurs, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly, “Come with me, they must have a pharmacy somewhere.” He lowers to grab all the bags that he passes on one shoulders and supports you with his arms. 

While the police is being called he hands his debit card to the seller who’s stall you destroyed. 

“For the damages.” He simply says before their shocked expression. 

They take the cards like they saw a ghost and slides it down the machine before getting it back. 

Thrawn keeps his gun ostensibly visible and helps you walk through the aisle. 

“We will dress your wounds and head home.” He orders. 

You are in no state to retort anything and obediently follows. 

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You poke the large compress now adorning your temple and wince as a wave of pain spreads. 

Thrawn is in the bathroom scrubbing your top. 

“The blood comes off, do not worry.” He announces with a gentle tone like losing this shirt was your first worry right now. 

But it is not... 

No 

You cannot forget the blood... 

You still feel it trickle down your cheek and thighs, the bite of the saw... 

You shiver, curling over yourself, your heart right behind your lips. 

By all account you are still trapped deep down that cave, cuffed to that bed. 

Unable to escape. 

Satlove still has you between his hands, slowly suffocating you. 

You jolt when a hand touches your shoulder all of a sudden. 

“Ch’acah? You did not speake a word. Is everything all right?” 

But you are bound to see blood again, you are an Imperial officer. Blood is part of work. 

You cannot allow yourself to freeze in shock while lives depend on you! You have cadet under your protection, you cannot allow your weakness to put them all in danger! 

This is not what Thrawn would do! He would do whatever is necessary to protect his crew!  

You deeply inhale, bracing yourself. 

“Thrawn,” You start ready to negotiate, “I accept to go to therapy, but only at one condition.” 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @princesslunamoon19 @Janjtje @helrose8 

[mousemilf]

i think for our nye party im going to make little tiny shortbreads topped w pastry creme garnished + flavored differently. one w dark chocolate and chocolate covered espresso beans and one w lemon curd and raspberries. possibly one w burnt sugar shards bcs my manager got me a kitchen blowtorch for christmas and i want an excuse to use it but mini creme brulees seems too formal and idk what to put them in anyway plastic shot glasses wouldnt work well. and for savory snacks just aldi cheese and crackers. because i dont give a shit.

[aleielle-of-roshar]

The WoF (er, my au’s) Rulers’ favourite dishes

Ft. Some idiot (*cough* me) who doesn’t know anything about alcohol trying their best to make it sound like they do- also tryna make the dishes actually sound okay, but as a human even tho I cook I have no clue what a dragon would like lmao

Hoarfrost

Food: Salt cured seal w/ juniper and seasalt sauce! With fresh herbs and a berry garnish.

Beverage: A slow brewed dark juniper and herb ale, generally served on ice with a cup w/ a salted rim. Sorta a richer twist of a low class beverage he drank before becoming king.

Hyacinth

Food: Slow smoked salted boar roast, with a side of wild rice and roasted root vegetables.

Beverage: (Mudwings have ridiculously high alcohol tolerance- and tend to just drink it because they enjoy the taste) A dark mead made from fermented honey and wildflowers, with herbs! Warm and smoky in flavour.

Lightbringer

Food: Thick noodles with a venison bone and mushroom broth, and small slices of starfruit and braised venison.

Beverage: Oraclefruit (might change the name- glowing fruit found deep within the caves in the nightwing kingdom) juice with leafy greens, chia seeds, and a hint of mint! Served chilled.

Heliconia

Food: Tropical fruits and edible flowers, on a coconut rice seasoned with a hint of cinnamon.

Beverage: Mango, passionfruit, guava, and coconut milk (and yogurt ofc) lassi- with some cinnamon and cardamom, and topped with colourful decorative flowers! 

Sidewinder

Food: Crispy grilled scorpion (their are big ones in the Sandwing kingdom-)- with a sweet pepper sauce made with herbs, honey, and roasted peppers.

Beverage: Cactus juice with a hint of lemon juice, and a few mint leaves. Served chilled. A common supplement for water in the Sandwing Kingdom, due to it’s scarcity. 

Arowana

Food: Sea urchin meat and beluga caviar, with a broth made from sea plants of some sort (idk). And a touch of citrus juice!

Beverage: Starfruit juice in mineral sparkling water- with some extract from some glowing deep-sea seaweed which makes it glow in the dark. Served chilled.

Ptarmigan

Food: Crispy slow roasted duck seasoned with dried herbs- and with a side of roasted carrots, parsnips, and sweet potatoes!

Beverage: Heavily caffeinated herbal tea, served warm.

[kinnoth]

"tomato broth"

-scallions (2 stalks)

-garlic (1 large clove)

-tomatoes (1 medium or else 2 handfuls of cherry tomatoes)

-1/2 lemon

-1 stalk basil (leaves and stems)

-splash of water

-1/2 tsp msg

-1tsp salt (more to taste)

blend then strain through cheesecloth.

serves 1 wife

garnish w/ soba noodles and fresh chicken thighs

[unicyclehippo]

L

i love lemon 🍋 yellow is my favourite colour!!! but also my sisters partner makes a mean martini & garnishes w lemon & it’s so fucking good. also there’s just smth excellent about lemons, don’t u think? a bit of soda, the sour tang of lemon juice. the zest in a tart!! the colour of them on an apron or a tablecloth!! wonderful funky lil fruits

[loneam]

seafood paella w/ marinated artichokes, piquillo peppers, lemon for garnish

[tomhanksworld]

This Lemon Parmesan Shrimp Pasta in One Pot is a quick and easy meal that's great for weeknights when you're busy. It's impossible to say no to linguine pasta, tender shrimp, and a creamy lemon Parmesan sauce. It's also easy to clean up because everything cooks in one pot.

Ingredients: 1 lb shrimp, peeled and deveined. 8 oz linguine pasta. 2 tbsp olive oil. 4 cloves garlic, minced. 2 cups chicken broth. 1 cup water. 1 lemon, zest and juice. 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese. Salt and pepper to taste. Fresh parsley, chopped for garnish.

Instructions: In a large pot, heat olive oil over medium heat. Add minced garlic and cook until fragrant, about 1 minute. Add chicken broth, water, and linguine pasta to the pot. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat to a simmer and cook until pasta is almost tender, stirring occasionally, about 8-10 minutes. Add shrimp to the pot and continue to simmer until shrimp are pink and cooked through, about 3-4 minutes. Stir in lemon zest, lemon juice, and grated Parmesan cheese. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Garnish with chopped fresh parsley before serving.

Grant W

[red-sequins]

Ahhh so much to update okay so let me start with Saturday

Spent the day with the cutie patootie helped me around the house and missed work for me. That’s something I definitely don’t take lightly because that’s a full 12 hrs lost & so much in cutie’s life is going on that I wish I could do more to help with. Vented ab my ex not doing the priority list (even some of the things he checked off) and saved my day without even asking. Cutie bought me food too and we got to try the new restaurant right by my house, it was soooo good. I ate out of a pineapple.

Sunday was a reset day. I got to clean some and play w Cesar which we started playing Trine now that we finished the Halo series. So far it’s fun hahaha I usually play as the wizard and Cesar plays as the rogue. Of course. Then! I also played w J later that day. It’s a game called Fall Guys and omg I had so much fun. Something about J is that he’s so kind and very very affirmative in the way he speaks to me. The amount of times I heard “that’s my girl, I’m so proud of you” or “wow you’re doing so amazing” is unbelievable. I felt very validated lmao. I feel so bad that I’ve been rejecting all instances of meeting up bc I feel like ugly and he keeps telling me I’m not but ahhh I need to get out of my head. He got a list together of things I like & I think he’s gonna make me a boo basket omgomgomg. I’ll update more on that later. Also he keeps talking shit about himself because of our blend on Spotify LMAO like it’s okayyyy chill. But our match taste is 85% and we bonded over that on a phone call after work.

Monday, it was a bussyyyy day at work. But Cutie made it so much better. Poor thing is sick right now and his voice isn’t working. How is he still making sure I’m okay? I’m trying to make sure he’s okay! He got us our usual Monday lunch which is so divine. And we watched Love on the Spectrum too. Oh! Cutie and I started watching the new season of Love is Blind together and so I’m having to wait on him to get fully caught up I’m DYING bc I wanna know and chat about it with Erin as per usual. She’s dying too hahaha & she was laughing because she said I’d have to be damn near married to finish a whole season with him. I was like girl I know I’m struggling to wait. Cutie came over too and made me some amazing dinner. Man, being with a man that loves cooking for me is so refreshing. Like he called me to make sure I hadn’t eaten yet (which I usually don’t) and he’s like “okay, love. Can I come over?” And I already know that means he’s got something for me. The quality of food this man makes put me to shame. ME. and I love cooking (lately depression has stopped me but usually that’s my JAM). My favorite meal he’s made me so far issssss… mm there’s a couple. Okay so I think my TOP would be his shrimp fettuccini, he garnishes it with lemons & the dish itself looks so pretty and colorful. I could eat it all day every day. Then there’s his steak. Seasoned to perfection, very soft and tender, and he cuts it up for me. There’s the chicken fried rice, with a wide variety of fresh vegetables, I especially love the mini corns in those MMMM. But then there’s his chicken fajitas, which I need to learn what seasoning he uses because damn. And the rice he makes to go with it FUCK. He’s not big into pork meals so I haven’t gotten to see how he makes a chuleta. But his milanesa de pollo is so good too. It’s really easy to make those too dry. Point is, he’s a great cook. I get so excited for his meals. And he gets mad if I wash the dishes hehehe. I love going over to his place too because he always has a warm- fresh out of the dryer- blanket ready for me, he wraps me up in it on the couch, he gets me a cup of water (with extra ice) or ginger ale, and he turns on the tv for me as he gets ready to cook something. He’s so attentive, so sweet, so caring. If I tell him something ONCE, I’ve never had to repeat it. If I ramble about something a second time, he listens to me like it’s the first time he heard it. And well, yesterday, Monday, I experienced love with him. 6 straight minutes of me being completely and uncontrollably at peak. I’m still in complete shock about it. I was so selfish during those 6 minutes out of however long it all lasted. But my goodness. That was love. I was legit feral too like okay so after those 6 minutes I screamed fr bc my body couldn’t handle any more and I fell over and he picked me up and held me and he kissed my forehead and then I mumbled “your turn” and his turn it was

I should really write a novel about it because these are things I’d never thought I’d experience. It’s so unreal to me like HOW IS IT REAL?? I’ve never in my life been able to release for 6 minutes straight just over and over and once one was done the next was soon thereafter. And the “I love you” in between and the affirmations, saying his name, him saying mine and ESPECIALLY because he never calls me by my name in a regular setting. He always calls me love, baby, amor, hermosa, or even if he has to use my name it’s Abby. And it’s so easy to reciprocate that. It feels so natural. I miss him before he even leaves. Am I jumping the gun moving on so quickly? Okay but the thing is, I’m finally enjoying being single. Cutie and I both know we are enjoying being single but together, exclusively single in that sense. But I am exploring other conversations. Just conversations though. I feel like I want it to be Cutie, but I just want to wait to be ready. Like, in a weird way, I know if we started now, it may flop. I want him forever. I’ve never met anyone like him. He’s so beautiful. I want to figure out this whole mess of a situation before I give him all of me. But without the baggage he doesn’t deserve, which he would accept with open arms, but I cannot do that to him. I love his body. I love his smile, I love his laugh. I love his dumb dad jokes I never expect (they give me whiplash) I love the way he loves others. I love the way he respects women and surprisingly, his interactions with women never make me feel like it’s a competition. I feel so secure and he’s not even my man. Well, maybe in a sense he is.

But I’m enjoying being single. I’m happy with where I’m at

[slyytherinsam]

This quick and easy salmon recipe is bursting with flavor, combining the freshness of lemon with the sweetness of honey. It's perfect for a busy weeknight dinner when you want something delicious and nutritious on the table in no time.

Ingredients: 4 salmon fillets. 2 tablespoons olive oil. 2 cloves garlic, minced. 1 lemon, juiced. 2 teaspoons honey. Salt and pepper to taste. Fresh herbs such as parsley or dill for garnish.

Instructions: Get the oven ready by heating it up to 400F 200C. Mix the honey, lemon juice, minced garlic, and olive oil in a small bowl using a whisk. On a baking sheet that has been lined with parchment paper, put the salmon fillets. Spread the olive oil mix on the salmon fillets. Add pepper and salt. Salmon should be baked in a hot oven for 12 to 15 minutes, or until it's fully cooked and flaky when pierced with a fork. Add fresh herbs as a garnish before serving.

Prep Time: 10 minutes

Cook Time: 15 minutes

Karen W