#getoutofmykitchen

[saramackenzie1982]

THANKSGIVING PART 1! We're still cooking and working. Music and memories. #HappyThanksgiving #TheHolidays2022 #TurkeyInTheOven #PieAboveIt #HotKitchen #GetOutOfMyKitchen #FirstLoadDone #AlicesRestaurant #TheLastWaltz #ThanksgivingSpecials #Memories #FamilyTogether https://www.instagram.com/p/ClWeRDqJfms/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pearlelizabeth28]

1D reaction pics :)

[anjoe213]

Today, I traded crack cocaine for brown sugar as my breakfast drug of choice. It’s a new kind of hedonistic hit. She says it’s healthier too. Virtuous vices. #oats #blueberry #brownsugar #milk #breakfast #healthylifestyle #cooking #donthaveachoice #bossbitch #getoutofmykitchen #anjoe213 #ilovecanada (at Caledon's Anthem Community) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAYWs60BmMk/?igshid=8u5pye1u87ce

[bitte-ein-bit]

today i made a gift for my friend

we both love one direction (her favourite is niall) and her birthday is coming soon and we can't meet in person, so... so i decided to project for her something online, buy this and send it to her. so yeah, i ordered it few hours ago and i hope she'll like it <3

[amydunnestanacc]

get out of my kitchen

uhhhh just a quick little angsty peice that I whipped up off three edibles so...enjoy i guess 

I could barely see down the stairs yet I still refused to turn the light on. I’d rather risk a tumble down than to have the rude awakening of light in the middle of the night. I didn’t bother to put on a sweatshirt or pants to fight back against the brisk air in the kitchen. I was gonna make a quick trip then run back into the sheets of my warm, waiting bed. What I wasn’t expecting, however, was my ex to be on the hunt for my secret Oreo stash. 

I jumped when I saw his figure and let out an involuntary gasp. “Jesus Christ what the hell are you doing here!” I screeched out. I knew it was him immediately. Even in the dark I could make out his long, curly brown hair, the blonde shining in the moonlight. The way his back stretched when rifling through the cabinets. How his biceps looked all flexed and- 

Wait. No. Absolutely not. No. No. No. NO. If there’s one thing I’ll never do again, it’s this, Cause this whole situation? An absolute mindfuck, waste of time. So no. I just knew it was him in my kitchen because he had been stalking me about coming over and talking , OK? Nothing else. 

“Sorry, realized I never gave you your key back and I, uh, just really needed to see you,” he said. He leaned against the counter as he turned to face me. I caught a glimpse of melancholy and desperation in his face, but it passed as soon as it had come. I stood staring at him for a second, waiting for him to elaborate. I was waiting for his confession as to why he was really standing in my kitchen at 2:30 A.M trying to eat all my secret Oreos. But it never came. He sat and stared back at me, equally silent. He knew my games and he knew how to play them with me. Fuck. I hate him. No I don’t. I’m glad he’s here. No, I'm not. Yes I am. FUCK I HOPE HE CAN’T HEAR ME. 

I sighed, not being able to hold out any longer, “Well, you could have at least called to let me know so I wouldn’t die of a heart attack at the ripe age of 23.” 

He gave me a look for a second before replying. It was a hurt look. A look that haunts. “I have tried calling. It doesn’t seem to work,” he replied. 

I tried to hide the guilty look on my face. God it’s so much easier to ignore someone when they aren’t right in your face making an I-just-got-kicked-in-the-heart face. To be fair, I had a perfectly good reason to ignore him. A very valid and viable reason to ignore the hot guy who’s in love with me, indeed, is what I have. It is just that I happen to like him. Like, a lot. And we all know how being with someone you like ends. (Spoilers ahead) Not well. So, I ghosted him. 

“Look,” I started. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around recently. Things have been... complicated.” 

He snorted, “Yeah according to the trumours going around, I’d imagine you’d be busy with a potential baby on the way.” Dick. He wasn’t wrong though. But still, dick. 

I would’ve laughed at his slip in vocabulary, mirroring mine. Instead, I gave him a blank, dead stare back, “That was low, asshole.” 

He looked down in shame, mumbling a quick, “I’m sorry.” I rubbed my hands up and down my face then jumped on the counter top to ground myself a bit. “Why are you here, hmm? Because if you just came here to be a dick I’d rather you go home.” He contemplated a bit, eyes darting out the window, then to the floor, “I, uh-” He cleared his throat and drew a deep breath before trying to start again but with no luck. He sighed before coming over to the fridge next to me, grabbing two beers, then gesturing for me to follow him outside. I was irritated that he was trying to lead me onto my balcony. Still, the heartbreak girl inside of me won and dragged behind him like a lost little puppy. 

I grabbed my special little backpack full of goodies before I settled down next to him on the balcony. He cracked open the beer while I prepared a special little smoke for us. We passed it back and forth for a minute, sipping on our beers, quietly. 

“Why are you here?” I whispered to him. 

He looked away, and I could see reflective tears pool in his eyes. He clenched his jaw and shook his head, yet still wouldn’t face me. “I don’t get it. We were so good. We were so fun! We-we were the life of every party together. Like, I just don’t understand. How can you just throw away something like that?” It hit me just then how much I’d truly hurt him. Before, I just wanted to prevent him from hurting me. I didn’t think that I could hurt him. “I’m sorry. I really am. I just can’t trust like I used to. I can’t believe that you won’t hurt me, on purpose at least.” 

He set down his beer to kneel in front of me. Taking my hands in his, he spoke gently, trying to catch my eyes with his, “I would never, ever, ever do anything on purpose to hurt you. Ever. I would never intentionally put you through pain. And I wish I could prove to you that I won’t hurt you on accident too but, I’m a huge fucking idiot.” We both laughed at that. I hate how he can always make me laugh. No matter what. “You just shouldn't have to deal with all this hot and cold bullshit. You shouldn’t have to wait for me to adjust to trusting that you're not her,” I sniffled. “OK first off, who’re you to say what I should and should not have to deal with. I’ve been a huge asshole before. Like way before I met you, I was the world’s biggest dick. I’m sure there’s worse things that I’ll have to deal with to pay for my crimes in the future. Second off, I wanna be there for you. I wanna help. I don’t want you to have to go through healing alone.” A few more tears escaped down my cheeks at his sappy little speech. Goddamn his supportive, understanding ass. 

“I want to be with you, I’m just scared,” I admitted. A quick shiver passed through me. He grabbed his sweatshirt off, handing it over leaving him in his white tank and plaid pajama pants. “You know, you might’ve wanted to choose different attire for hanging out outside,” He joked. I mean he wasn’t wrong. I guess a black cropped tank and boyshorts weren’t the ideal outdoor fit. I pulled it on but after letting out another shiver, he was pulling me onto his lap. I can’t say I resisted, but I hesitantly curled up into his chest. Sort of… 

“Yeah well, I didn’t anticipate your ass to be in the middle of my kitchen at 2 in the morning,” I joked back.

After a few more beer sips and weed smokes, he spoke up again. “This is all I want, you know. Just this. If I can’t get anything else, then this is what I’ll take.” I looked up towards him, grabbing his chin to avert his gaze to me. “I want more with you, I swear. I do. I really do. I just need time. It’s just- too much right now. I’m sorry.” He kissed me on the forehead before returning to his beer and smoke. I snuggled back into him, as if trying to prove he is all that I truly want. The music from the late night cafe below gave us something to listen to, other than the sound of two cracking hearts.

[coastaldreamscreations-blog]

So who is the chef in your household? I only have a kitchen because it came with the house!!  But for those of you that love to cook this is the sign for you. It can be so annoying when you keep asking what do you want for tea and they say you choose and so when you do choose something they moan that they don't want that! grrr Now available in my etsy store * * * #youropinionisnotintherecipe #getoutofmykitchen #kitchenart #kitchendesign #imthechef #whatscooking #recipes #kitchendecor #kitchenhumour #etsyuk #coastaldreamscreations #whatsfordinner #tastyfood #cooking #mealprep #instafood #homecooked #recipeideas (at Wellingborough, Northamptonshire)

[arugulaandrocket]

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Blog teaser! Home-made marshmallow fluff 🤗 . #arugulaandrocket #homemademarshmallowfluff #easymarshmallowfluff #getoutofmykitchen #foodbloggerlife

[lipstick-and-arsenic-blog]

bf/ after : #jambalaya skillet was so good that this was the only *after* pic there was. Had a 10yr old kid sleepover and even she ate it - I call that a success. . . .. #cleaneats #colorsandtexture #lowcarb #keto #spicy #andouillesausage #getoutofmykitchen #creolejambalaya #comfortfood #creolefood

[caitlynsaenen]

If the ghost responded in a horror movie. #lmao #getoutofmykitchen #LOL #ComedyVine

[saramackenzie1982]

It's Thursday and we're back to #BehindTheScenes with yours truly. 💕 Today, it's about food, cooking and love. Visit my blog for more: www.saraelliemackenzie.com/post/behindthescenes-7-in-the-kitchen #AuthorBlog #CookingIsLove #BakingIsYummy #MomsKitchen #ShowingMyLove #FoodServiceLife #RestaurantWork #Radison #JohnsonAndWales #TechnicalSchool #KissTheCook #MomsCooking #GetOutOfMyKitchen #CookEatsLast #MomsOffHerRocker #Holidays #TheAuthorCooks #SpecialNeedsMom #TextureKids #AutisticAndAmazing #LocalAuthor #NewBritain https://www.instagram.com/p/ChZm-HvOgPa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myataboo]

GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN😂#fetus1d #fetusharrystyles #getoutofmykitchen #onedirection #1daf #harrystyles #larrystylinson #goteem #deeznuts #1d

[siqcunce]

I found this in my kitchen. Yes hello Australia

[letstalkpop]

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Mom ain't playing around. #bestscene #Gremlins #MerryChristmas #getoutofmykitchen

[marieeskee]

being really hungry but not going to the kitchen because someone is in there

[thatmightbefun]

Let's get this straight once and for all. Not every face has a nose and don't you dare think I can't smell what's cookin.