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Spice Up Your Dishes with Gochujang: Discover the Flavors of Chilli Hot Pepper Paste!

Looking to add a burst of flavor and a touch of heat to your dishes? Look no further than Gochujang! This vibrant Korean ingredient has gained popularity around the world for its unique taste and versatility. In this article, we'll explore the wonders of gochujang, a chili hot pepper paste that can take your culinary creations to the next level. Get ready to tantalize your taste buds and embark on a flavor-packed journey!

What is Gochujang?

Gochujang (pronounced go-choo-jang) is a traditional Korean condiment that has been used for centuries. It is a thick, sticky paste made from red chili peppers, fermented soybeans, glutinous rice, and salt. The combination of these ingredients gives gochujang its complex and robust flavor profile, with a perfect balance of spiciness, sweetness, and umami.

Flavorful and Versatile:

One of the reasons gochujang has gained immense popularity worldwide is its incredible versatility. Its unique flavor adds depth to a wide range of dishes, from traditional Korean cuisine to fusion recipes. Gochujang can be used as a marinade for grilled meats, a base for stews and soups, a dipping sauce for dumplings, or even as a condiment to enhance the flavor of burgers, tacos, and sandwiches. The possibilities are endless!

Taste Experience:

When you taste gochujang, you'll encounter a delightful symphony of flavors. The initial kick of spiciness from the chili peppers is balanced by a natural sweetness derived from the fermented soybeans and rice. The fermentation process adds depth and complexity, resulting in a rich umami taste that lingers on your palate. The combination of heat, sweetness, and umami creates a flavor experience that is truly unforgettable.

Where to Find Gochujang:

Gochujang is becoming increasingly accessible, and you can find it in many grocery stores, both online and offline. Look for it in the international or Asian section of your local supermarket, or visit an Asian grocery store for a wider variety of options. Additionally, many online retailers offer gochujang in various brands and heat levels, allowing you to explore different flavor profiles according to your preference.

Experimenting with Gochujang:

Now that you have gochujang in your pantry, it's time to get creative! Start by adding a spoonful to your stir-fries or sautéed vegetables for a spicy kick. Mix it into your marinades for meats, tofu, or seafood to infuse them with a depth of flavor. You can even create your own gochujang-based sauces by combining it with ingredients like soy sauce, garlic, ginger, or honey. Let your imagination run wild and discover new and exciting taste combinations.

Conclusion:

Gochujang is a true gem of Korean cuisine that has captured the hearts (and taste buds) of food enthusiasts worldwide. Its distinctive flavors, ranging from spicy to sweet and savory, make it a versatile ingredient that can elevate any dish. So, don't hesitate to embrace the wonders of gochujang and embark on a culinary adventure filled with exciting and delicious flavors!

[hogmilked]

i have enough pasta, broth and cheese to make one more pot of gochujang broccoli mac and cheese before i can’t make anymore til payday. my god i’m going treat mode tonight

[beanietopia]

a sweet valentine's with shiu kong

shiu kong x afab reader. yes it's been a month since valentine's day, leave me alone! do you want the fic or not?! wc: 2k. proofread? nah. reader gets fingered in the backseat of shiu's car and LOVES IT. yuki tsukumo is the best wingwoman ever. thank you to my pookie for being my beta reader ily

sogaeting, a term you were unfamiliar with until about a few weeks ago. it was a korean word, meaning something equivalent to “blind date”, your coworker had told you. it had been a few weeks since you were transferred to the seoul office from tokyo, and your office had made it their mission to set you up with someone the minute they found out you were single. well, it was mainly your one coworker yuki, who also came from your office three months prior. she was just so likeable by the office that everyone seemed to support her antics, much to your displeasure. yuki had known you long enough to know that you were single for a while, she honestly didn’t even know if she’s ever seen you talk about a date in the 3 years you’ve been at the company. for reasons you could absolutely not wrap your head around to understand, yuki had taken it upon herself to fix your quiet love life. however if anyone had asked her what her plan was, she’d keep it simple.

you needed to get laid.

because you were close friends with yuki, and because you worked with her so there was no way to avoid her on lunch, you resigned yourself to listening to her “master plan” to get you a date on valentine’s day. “no but seriously, listen.” she pauses for a moment, some lettuce had gotten in her teeth, before continuing. “i think this could be good for you! i mean, you only go to work and go home. what’s one date going to do?” you roll your eyes. you had thought you were doing a pretty good job at being the single friend. you liked your alone time, you could stay out as long as you wanted without care, and you even made enough to take your friends out for a nice dinner every now and then. yes, your eyes did linger too long when you noticed yuki swipe gochujang paste off choso’s lips with her finger, or when you could hear gojo giggle on the phone to his lover in his cubicle when he thinks he’s being quiet. okay, maybe you didn’t necessarily enjoy being single all the time, and the exasperated look on yuki’s face all but confirmed your suspicion.

“c’mon, at least hear me out. one date, just one! and if you hate it, you don’t have to listen to my yammering about you being an old maid. sorry, wrong word choice. but he’s a workaholic like you! i think you’d like him.” if it weren’t for the exaggerated way yuki was wiggling her brows, you might have been a bit more interested in going on the date. truth be told, you were a little nervous going on a blind date, all too spoiled with the convenience of swiping a finger on your phone. but this was yuki, your longtime coworker, a friend, even. she wouldn’t sabotage you like that. right??  “could i know something about him at least? like, what he does for work, or whatever?”

when the night came, you found yourself staring at your appearance longer than you would have liked. had it really been that long? truth be told, yuki was right, you hadn’t really been focused on dating since accepting a job at this company. three years and a move later, you found yourself on valentine’s day obsessing over your appearance for the nth time before a blind date. the hell was yuki thinking, setting you up for this, you grumbled, fully forgetting you had agreed to meet shiu tonight. oh yes, shiu. yuki had forbid you from looking up any information about him prior to the date, claiming you would have an unfair advantage over him. she had sent you the address to this french place in apgujeong, claiming that the restaurant was his choice. when you checked the menu on the way there, you felt your eye twitch as bile rose in your throat. none of the dishes you could even attempt to pronounce, and the amount of commas in the prices threatened to make your heart stop. you didn’t even have the opportunity to turn back if you wanted, somehow your feet carried you off the train, down the street, and you were now scaring the poor hostess with your shell shocked expression. pull yourself together, yuki’s voice rang in your ears. great, she had now infiltrated your subconscious.

“i–i have a 9 o’clock reservation? for two.” your voice squeaked out, and the hostess seemed relieved that you could actually speak. with a tight-lipped smile and a slight nod of her head to follow her, you trailed behind her into the dimly lit restaurant. the soft murmurs of conversation mixed with the clinks of forks and classical music as she led you to your table. you felt your breath catch in your throat as your date was already sitting down. with a sly grin, he stood up to shake your hand. his grip was firm, but not tight, and his hands were surprisingly smooth. he smelled slightly of cologne and cigars, and yet you didn’t seem to mind. his short hair was styled neatly on top of his head, a slight side part with a few pieces spiked upwards. his sharp eyes held your attention for long you almost didn't notice his mustache that let your eyes stray downwards to his lips. jesus, he hasn’t even spoken yet and you’re already ogling.

“you must be yuki’s friend, it’s nice to meet you. the name’s shiu kong. thank you for coming tonight. i hope this isn’t too forward but,” he pauses to hand you a bag he had hidden under the table. “happy valentine’s day. i hope i can make tonight worth your time.” looking into the bag, you had to pinch yourself to keep your eyes from giving away your reaction. inside of the bag rest an arrangement of red roses with hints of baby’s breath, absolutely stunning. you lift your gaze to meet shiu’s again and smiled, maybe yuki was right after all. the conversation wasn’t difficult to get going after that, you found out that shiu had also worked in japan for a number of years and only recently came back to korea to work and live. he had also revealed to you that he was in his early thirties—about six years your senior. when you asked him why he was interested in dating at this stage of his life, he said he had spent his twenties doing nothing but work and had no time for relationships. you thought back to yuki’s words and shook your head, he was truly your counterpart. you had explained to him that it had been pretty much the same for you, after university you threw yourself into work. sure some dates happened here and there, but nothing stuck. you figured it would be easier to just focus on your career instead. shiu nods his head in understanding, taking a moment to sip from his wine glass. you didn’t realize how easy it was to talk to him until this moment.

the rest of the dinner went smoothly, much to your delight. shiu had taught you a couple of french words off the menu, and you found yourself becoming well acquainted with the waiter that kept refilling your wine glass. you had forgotten how fun dates could be, especially with the right person. shiu was charming, you gave him that. he broke you out of your shyness with no difficulty, and he even had you laugh a couple of times. you were having so much fun, in fact, when he asked you if you would like to continue the date you didn’t say no. the gentleman he was, he didn’t even let you spare a glance at the bill. he handed the booklet with his black card inside before turning his attention to you again, a soft smile on his features. “i’m glad you came out tonight, doll. from how yuki talked about you, i was starting to think that you weren’t going to show up.” your muscles tightened as you forced yourself to keep smiling, while you silently cursed out yuki in your mind. “well, i usually don’t go on blind dates.” you actually didn’t go on dates at all, but shiu didn’t need to know that. who were you kidding, he could probably smell the anxiety radiating off you once you sat down. nevertheless, he still gave you a slight chuckle and you even got to see how pretty his teeth were. 

time seemed to have passed so quickly when you were with him. somewhere after leaving the restaurant and before getting to shiu’s apartment, you were being pulled into his lap and felt his mouth pressing kisses into your neck. now if you were just a bit sober, you’d feel some shame for doing this in the back of a cab. but in between the kisses and the shushes shiu gave you, he reassured you that this was his car and he’d be having a driver bring you to his place. maybe you’d actually end up apologizing to yuki. “look at you,” shiu rasped into your ear, his fingers already traveling up the slit of your dress to play with the strings of your thong. “you’re stunning, how did i get so lucky?” your lungs couldn’t get enough air fast enough to keep up with shiu’s fingers, as his middle and index brushed themselves against your wet entrance. he shushed you in between kisses as he pumped his fingers inside of you, until you were pathetically riding them with shameless fervor. 

shiu had you so strung out you didn’t realise that your moans were a lot louder than you originally thought, but you’d find the shame to worry about that later. his eyes looked so hungry for you, you would’ve assumed he was undressing you with his eyes. as the sound of your arousal echoed through the car, he practically moaned as he watched you ride his fingers. “listen to that, doll. she’s so needy for me.. do you think you can last until we get to my place?” if you weren’t so focused on getting yourself off you would probably smack him, fuck no you wouldn’t last! you felt as if you were going to cum at any moment! the man seemed like he knew what you were thinking, as his lips curled into a smirk before he went to speak again. “do you think you can cum for me, beautiful? make a mess on my fingers for me baby, please…” you could never say no to a man with manners. your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls pulsing around his fingers like a heartbeat. shiu gave you a moment to calm down before gently removing his fingers from inside you, making you watch as he sucked off the creamy fluids you left behind for him. 

“looks like someone couldn’t wait until we got home… can you go for another round later?”

you made a mental note to send yuki a thank you text in the morning.

can you fucking BELIEVE this took me a month to write. no but seriously work and life have been beating my ass like so bad but i really wanted to post this so i hope you enjoy :3 better late than never right AHAHA also there isn't gonna be a part 2 so pls do not ask me i will cry. choso pt 3 might be in the works IDK IDKKKKKK but thank you love you beanie out mwah

@webism @gojoscinnamonroll @yemmuis @xixflower @xxsapphirescrollsxx

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Riches and Rages - Part 2

Here's part 1

Word count: 1.9k

Sypnosis: You were married to a poor guy called Hyunjin. He took the marriage a bit too serious than you.

Genre: angst fluff smut (18+ imagine)

Warning: husband!hyunjin, wife!reader, wild!hyunjin, early sex, hungry

He gave you one plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce.

"Made for you."

You stayed quiet. Made for me?

You took a try on the spagetti that he made. It tasted good for this kind of face.

He banged his glass of water down to eat his plate of spagetti.

"1000 dollar," you spoke up.

"What?"

"For sexual harassing me"

He ate one bite from his plate. "I thought we are married."

"Don't remind me of this!"

It suddenly rained and made it difficult to hear each other's voice. It thundered too.

"So what are we going to do with the bed. Do you want to sleep together with me or seperate?"

You couldn't hear what he said at all. "What, sex again?"

"No, whether if you want  to sleep with me or seperate."

"Let's seperate."

He looked at you confused. "If you want."

You drank the water from the glass. Then you left the table without eating the spagetti. "It wasn't good."

He looked after where you going.

"Mmh... and what do you want to do now?"

You went to the master bedroom as Hyunjin follows you. He also had not finished his plate. "Let's watch television together then..."

"Why we must do everything 'together'?"

"It's just discipline."

You almost took your clothes off. You hide your physical body from Hyunjin.

He laughed. "Nevermind."

He turned on the television in the master bedroom and the air conditioner too. He sat down the edge of the bed and watched television.

"I thought we will sleep separately."

"Oh, oops."

"No, wait you can stay. I want to watch this channel anyways."

Hyunjin laid down the bed and invited you in his arms. You used his shoulder as a pillow.

The channel he turned on was the news channel.

"You smell good," you accidentally confessed.

He pushed your neck with his head and nibble on your delicate skin. "No, you."

You flushed. "I want to make out with you."

"Sure we can make out."

He turned to top you and hummed lovingly. He gave you a small kiss and then held your head to make out. He pulled his tongue to your lips to open your mouth which you obeyed. You touched your tongue with him and he almost fell by the sensation.  Your relationship had been messy ever since you got married but now you thought you could get used to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin leaned closer to you to dig his tongue deeper to yours in which made you moan. "Is it enough for today?" He asked quietly.

"Y-yeah, enough for today."

He still kissed you and tried to get the deepest of your tongue. You flushed because he made you feel so good. The question was, what day you were going to confess?

He stopped as soon as he could. He smirked at you. "You want to sleep, don't you?"

"S-sure."

"Hmm..." He laid back relaxed down and turned off the TV. "Then good night."

"Good night Hyunjin..."

Then you both fell asleep together.

----------

The day was Sunday and Hyunjin was at the grocery store. Without inviting you.

You sat alone on the sofa until Hyunjin came back. He borrowed your card to do grocery. You sighed. He was very wild in your house and outside. You were in disbelief at how he managed to touch you without any allowance. Really nothing could have stopped him.

The sound of the door clicked open and that was Hyunjin. He has two bags of grocery.

"I bought for cooking and eating only. Sorry if I missed your wishes," he said and laid the two bags on the counter table.

"No worries."

"Any plans for today?"

"No..." You watched him organize the grocery into the shelf. You stood up and walked towards the grocery.

"I'll give your card right back."

"Uhmmm..." You were confused at the grocery. They were gochujang and kimchi only. He planned to eat cheap again.

"I think let's dine out today. I don't want to eat kimchi fried rice."

"Pardon me?" Hyunjin scoffed. "No cooking?"

"Yeah, let's try with a date meal."

"Date..." Hyunjin pondered. "But it is raining season you know... if you want to cook instead then go ahead."

You gulped. He let you cook and got out the kitchen area.

"My cooking is not so good." You followed him.

"But I am hungry right now."

You stomped angrily. What a spoiled guy!

"Ok, then I 'cook' for you."

You clicked your tongue and got your smartphone. You ordered pizza and fried chicken so the challenge was over. "Yes, one pizza and two fried chicken"

The restaurant order was transmitted and you sighed to sit on the sofa again. This time Hyunjin was watching the news.

"If you feel uncomfortable you can tell me. You make me feel pretty wild."

"Uhh ok," you answered.

"You didn't just order meal don't you?"

"Why? What's wrong with my order?"

"Nothing." He leaned to you and grinned. "It's just..."

"It's what?"

You just didn't understand what he said. You just continued watching the news with him without talking to each other. This time you needed to hide your body because Hyunjin was a pervert.

Twenty minutes after the bell ringed. The order just came and you picked up to put it down on the coffee table.

"Here. I 'cooked' for you."

"Oh, thank you." It's Hyunjin who unpacked everything. "Yummy."

"You're welcome."

You sat down and he began to eat. You watched him eat everything with a poker face. He was a fast eater.

"Woah, slow down. You might choke."

"Let's talk about us sleeping together."

You opened your eyes widely. "You make rules for us, now???"

He looked at you. "Number one, I dom you not you dom me."

You nodded.

"Number two, if you feel uncomfortable you need to say something or hit me"

You hit Hyunjin on the cheek. "Like this?"

He knitted his brows. "Ouch.... yeah like this."

He sighed. "Lastly you need to call my name when you moan. Say what you want because I won't give it to you if I don't understand."

"Okay?" You answered.

"Yeah. That's it." With that being said he fed you with a piece of pizza. Your eyes met each other's.

"Ok, let's try," he spoke.

"Right now?!"

"Stop getting mad at me! I am working hard."

"I see. Can't I talk to you or what?"

"Of course you can... come on let's try."

"Things are going too fast"

"Alright!" While being mad Hyunjin left the house.

You sighed and didn't know what was wrong with him. You looked around at the mess the food order made. You texted Hyunjin: hey come back and clean your stuff!

You decided to clean for him at last because he didn't answer the phone. You opened  the trash with your feet and threw away the fast food packages. "Uff he must pay me 20 dollars"

You pat your own shoulder and then went back to eat your fried chicken. There was a note behind your box.

'With love, your husband'

You rolled your eyes and hid the note. Nevermind him.

The news were cold news. It said nothing at all. Maybe it meant that there are no news. Right after Hyunjin came back from the door. He brought nothing with him but a girl. "I am sorry but you cannot come inside."

"Okay," the girl said.

He closed the door slowly and got surprised by you who stood up to look who the girl was.

"She was my high school friend."

"So what?"

"She cannot come inside. She won't."

"Alright," you answered, "so to your 'bed suggestion' shall we look at it now or nah?"

"Bed suggestion? Do you want to try now?"

"Of course."

"We need condom, then."

"And do we have condoms...."

He looked in this pants. "Nope. Maybe in the grocery bag. Ah I found it."

He smiled and showed the condom.

"Ok great. Let's try."

He went to close the curtains. The rooms were dimmed now.

"What is the first rule?"

"You dominate."

"The second?"

"Ah? I forgot this one."

"And the third"

"Say what I want?"

Hyunjin took off all of his shirt to show his six pack. "Sit down"

"I am sitting."

"No, kneel down before me."

You followed his order. You kneeled down in front of him.

He laid his clothes on the counter table. Then in front of you he opened his button of his jeans. "Can you lick it baby?"

You licked over his underpants once.

He took out his crotch and swiped over your mouth. He wanted a blow job. This time he didn't not need to wait for you. He opened your mouth with his fingers and inserted his hardened penis inside your mouth. He carefully rided it while he was holding your head too.

You did not like how the blow job went. This was all about Hyunjin and his lust. He still didn't stop even if you clinched your eyebrows.

"Say what you want..."

"Mhng... Stop"

He rolled you over the sofa and swiped your dress free. He licked the soft part of your panties.

"I love your dress," he confessed. "It is so easy to take off."

He undressed your panties from behind. He then slided between your legs with his bare face before your pussy.

"Sit down on me."

"Yikes!"

You sat down on his face as he began to lick your clit. He sucked the flesh of your pussy and bit into it. He also licked your entrance with his tongue. You sat down on his face to ride for more.

"Hyunjin..." You moaned.

He still licked your pussy while you sat above his head. It got you stimulated. He then demanded you to turn around and take off your silk dress. So you did. You also took off your bras and panties too, so you are naked.

He kissed you first before touching you. "Awe that's nice."

He pretty got naked too after you took off your silk dress.

He stroke your left arms while holding your hand. His tongue licked from your belly up to your breast from then he licks one of your nipple. "You're so soft..."

He kissed you one more time and then he sent butterfly kisses over your breast. You are almost slightly overstimulated. You need him now.

"Fuck me Hyunjin..."

"Sure."

Hyunjin let you go for a little while because he needed to wear his condom. Then he fingered your pussy to make sure you are wet. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes. I let you in"

He slowly glided his condom into your pussy and waited for adjustment. He then fucked you from head to toe. All you could do is to moan Hyunjin's name.

His movement was very on-spot and at a normal tempo. It made you turn your toes. He also moaned your name. He fucked you longer than expected. It was just to see your face.

"I am cumin'" you alerted.

"Not yet," Hyunjin said.

You went out of control and swiped your hips to fuck him instead. Hyunjin growled. "You want to fuck me hard?"

He stopped to let your fuck him just like that. He was careful with his move.

"Ahh... I came."

"What about me?"

You took your hands over his erected penis and stroked it for him. He leaned back and let you do so. You stroked it a few times as he moaned your name.  He cummed in the condom and that was it. Both had came.

"Second in the shower?" Hyunjin asked.

[lionessshychai]

Wildflower Intro:

“All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” -Picasso.

There's nothing quite like the smell of a Spring day when it's raining. The scientific term for that lovely scent is "Petrichor".  It's beautiful how that seems to happen in any given part of the world, but spring in Seoul hits differently. That delicious scent meets the welcoming perfume of cherry blossoms and everything seasoned with gochujang. It's refreshing and sweet, and then, at the last second, a peppery smoke hits you in the face with a hot burst of red chili just to see if you're paying attention.  It's one of those things you need to experience to really understand.

This is my second trek to South Korea since I earned my business and marketing degree two years ago, a feat that even I didn't think I'd pull off in time, much less what everyone in my family expected.

Wasn't I supposed to be a famous artist when I grew up? My many works on display for my visitors to admire while they drank their espresso out of tiny mugs and stared at, fixing their postures in intellectual poses while muttering wise interpretations. "Ahh, this one speaks to my subconscious self".  -Big dreams when you're eight and see the world through a swirly straw.

  I grew up in a typical middle-class American family. Not exactly well-off, just the kind of family that eats tuna casserole a few times a month and never goes on vacation, unless you count the two-hour drive to Kalaloch Beach every summer. We'd play in the tide pools and make a pitstop at Kurt Kobain's hometown on the drive up. (A request always given by my older brother, Oliver who worshipped Nirvana.) My younger brother, Tan, was content in his oblivion playing Gameboy the whole trip, and not usually a bit bothered to get out of the car to see the shoreline. I sketched everything I possibly could into my ratty old Batz Maru sketchbook that was held together precariously by a hair tie. I'd sketch the outline of the boulders sitting like giants in the tide as the waves lapped their edges, the tall cedar trees lining the shore, the seabirds diving and weaving through the salty, foggy air.

Carefree days at the shore were replaced with practical notions like "income" and "livelihood" during junior year and dimmed my creative sparkles. “No one can live on an artist’s income, Mags, no matter how good you think you ar,.” Dad told me. Well, dad, thanks for the vote of confidence.

A few spins around the sun, countless all-nighters, and a mountain of student debt later,  I somehow wound up with an MBA in International Marketing. Honestly, It's still crazy to see "Maggie Marsden has been awarded the Masters of Business Administration- Marketing and Strategy..." hanging on my wall in its pretty brushed gold frame, and yet, I had a feeling that I still hadn't quite washed all the oil paint out from under my fingernails.

 I still love art, but my sketchbook must be collecting dust somewhere beneath a pile of textbooks and graph paper stained by rings of French Roast.

I started basic Korean about a year ago when my bestie Hana got me hooked on watching K-dramas. Her family is Korean-American and she grew up speaking the language.  She's been spending the last two weeks quizzing me with her homemade “Hana Hangul” cards. I feel lucky that I absorb it well.  I am by no means fluent in anything but English and Spanish, but I'm a quick study.  Long story short, I now work for Focus Marketing and Advertising. They needed someone with a fresh college mind and a happy tongue to go to Seoul and brainstorm some promo for one of their artists. My would-be client is an artist known in South Korea as an "idol" :

(Korean: 아이돌; RR: Aidol) refers to a type of celebrity working in the field of K-pop music in fandom culture in South Korea, either as a member of a group or as a solo act. K-pop idols are characterized by the highly manufactured star system that they are produced by and debuted under, as well as their tendency to represent a hybridized convergence of visuals, music, fashion, and dance.

This particular idol is releasing their first solo album. The record label is currently facing a need to improve their image and generate positive media attention to boost album sales internationally.

So, their people work with my people to create something that works for both record sales, merchandise, and various other necessities for the success of both the label and the artist. 

I asked my younger brother, Tan to keep an eye on things at my place while I was gone and to occasionally water my Monstera plant "Lizzo" that sits in my front entryway. I've had her since junior year of college and now, her big ass takes up most of the foyer. I called Tan one more time before my plane started taxiing the runway at SEATAC airport.   

“You have ONE job, Tan! Lizzo needs you!” I reminded him for the zillionth time that the lock on the front door is funny and you have to pull on the knob as you turn the key.  I could hear Tan’s eyes roll through the phone. 

 “Anything else?” he mumbled sleepily. 

 “Yeah, get your ass up, it’s almost six.”  Little bro is a senior in high school and is aiming high for UCLA, though I don't see him earning that scholarship since he's screwed around so much. Mom and Dad couldn't afford that tuition in a million years.  He'd be lucky to get into any community college at this point.

Tan groaned.  “Fuck. I’m up, I'm up. Hey Mags, bring me back a shitload of Buldak. You know, the ramen with the fire-breathing rooster on it?”

 "You know there's an H-Mart in Tacoma, don't you?  They have a shitload just for you.  You can stop by after you visit Gram Saturday and give her those old copies of Vogue I put on the entryway table. It's the glass one with the Chagall vase and the photo of Dad at Pike market." 

I could audibly detect his mockery after I spoke the word "vase".

 “vahhhhzzz.” He snickered.

 "Tan, you shit! Did you hear anything else I said? Glass table." I huffed.

  "Yeah, yeah, I know the one.  I'll stop by your place after the gym." He then wished me a 'good flight, no puke’ and ended our very cordial call.

Preparing my anxiety for takeoff, I opened a playlist named "Chill Cello" on Spotify.  I stared blankly at the flight attendant going through the safety spiel while I sat in a basket of nerves. I've flown dozens of times, why does this never get easier? I always end up white-knuckled with sweaty palms and I probably look like death because the flight attendants always check on me, asking how I'm doing with a very concerned tone in their voice. They immediately offer the premium beverages, and without fail, I usually get a whiskey highball and konk out 30 minutes into the flight. Off we go. I'm fine...

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strawberry cake = fluff

gochujang = fluff + smut (or just smut)

mochi mochi = multichapter

peaches reads = stuff I read

boba time = drabbles / thirst

star anise = headcanons

너의 사랑 = to katsuki, from me

chocolate milk = agere

navi = navigation, master lists, faq

bubbles = stimboards / stims

slushee = aesthetics

cherry slushee = nsft aesthetics / suggestive aesthetics

safe place = cute things

[insert] dates with suki = type of date with katsuki. Whether that be library date, zoo, aquarium- whatever. Mainly aesthetics and such too, it's just an extra tag I like.

Obviously there are other tags that will be included in posts! Such as character specific tags and things such as “stimboard” ! But these are some of the new tags I’ll be using here more often. I’m changing them now !

[mysageukinbio]

That Sleeping Cloud by Park Jong Hwa

Chapter 4/1232 - Prologue (4), 1961/07/28

Kang Ah finally got herself together. She wiped her tears with the handkerchief and fixed her seat. The sadness left her face as elegantly as blooming begonias after a summer rain.

“Your Lordship, I brought a bottle of Gamhongro.”1 spoke the young Magistrate.

“You brought Gamhongro! Too much an honor for an exile like me.”

A fresh, bright smile rippled across the Lord’s face upon hearing he brought wine.

“Hey kid, the Magistrate brought alcohol! I saw the vine outside yielded two more pumpkins. Pluck them and boil them for the gochujang. Pluck the sprout too, for the snacks,” the Lord ordered to the child. Kang Ah got up in a hurry.

“I’ll prepare the snacks.”

Kang Ah got up and rolled up the arms of her dimly reflecting, thin white ramie jeoksam before going to the kitchen.

“How did that girl find you?” The old man asked while Kang Ah went to the kitchen.

“I was taking care of some construction today, when a local told me a courtesan from Jeolla Province came by saying they wanted to see me. Turns out it was this person! I’d never met her before, how could I know her? So I asked her why she came and she said she was the favorite donggi2 of a former Jeolla Magistrate ten years ago, but she’d heard startling rumors he was exiled to Kanggye. She had to see him one last time in life and offer her greetings to consider herself a person, and walked all the way here, to beg me to let her meet him. I was so taken aback by such sincerity that I told my administrators not to cause rumors in Court, then I quietly went incognito to bring her here.”

“Alright. Come to think of it, some old memories come to mind. I’m 56 this year, and it’s definitely been 10 years since I met that girl. I was 46 when I became Jeolla Magistrate so this year definitely makes it 10. She couldn’t have been more than 10 years old, and now’s she become a magnificent woman.”

“Just now I saw that person recite your Yearning for a Beauty, smooth as water. And what an excellent work it is! Bring in the Wine3, too…”

“Ha ha ha. Does that girl still remember my poetry and prose? She’s a smart girl, so maybe she would. I wrote Yearning for a Beauty when I was in Changpyeong, Jeolla, on December of the year I became Jeolla Magistrate. When I met that girl, all of Jeolla knew Yearning for a Beauty. That’s why she hasn’t forgotten one line of it.

“I’m sorry to say, but I’d like to hear about Your Lordship’s taste for the arts4 back then.”

A smile appeared on the so-called Magistrate’s face as he continued speaking to his Master. “I heard from Kang Ah on the way here, you loved that girl extremely when you were Jeolla Magistrate, and even raised her hair5. Is that true?”

“Ha ha ha, I think you’re a proper man of the arts yourself. As if I had any other intentions? For such an intelligent girl of barely ten, all I did was honor her with some clothes and a hairpin.”

A splendid and cheerful laugh came from the old man. The gorgeous sight of his red cheeks and white hair naturally and genuinely wiped the wrinkles from his face.

1“Sweet red dew” strong rice and millet wine, mixed with dried orange peels, ginger, cinnamon, licorice, and other ingredients.

2Child courtesan. Make of this what you will.

3Another poem by Jeong Cheol – not to be confused with Tang Chinese poet Li Bai’s poem of the same name.

4Particularly poetry, literature, music and song.

5A courtesan’s coming of age, when she sleeps with her first man. Called “hair-raising” as the courtesan would then wear her hair up in a wig/bun/chignon, as dictated by the times.

[squishsquishy]

8 from the ask game? :D

- @deadboystims

I LOVE food and food history and food science, lately I’ve been trying to master fried chicken. I’m allergic to oregano so I started with kfc (no oregano) and it’s amazing tbh.

Fave recipes rn: Taiwanese fried chicken (with Thai basil), karaage Japanese fried chicken, Korean Gochujang Honey Wings

[fanditama]

Sabtu, 15 Juni 2024

Hari ini aku bangun jam 03:45 karena mau niat puasa tarwiyah di tanggal 08 Dzulhijah udah masak nasi dari malemnya dan bikin nasgor ditambah irisan telor dan pakcoy, beres sahur lanjut untuk sholat shubuh dan set alarm jam 6 lanjut mandi dan berangkat. Ga lupa juga untuk pamit sama my fiancee. Karena dari rumah sekitar jam set7 jadi nyampe rs pas banget jam 07.00 dan alhamdulillah ga begitu telat. Jumlah operasi hari ini ga begitu banyak hanya 27 pasien, jadi gabegitu riweuh, aku turun pasien otrho eksisi, so obgyn dan le app. Ada kejadian menarik pada saat aku lagi mau induksi dengan dokter anestesi, tiba2 masuk dengan muka jutek dan bilang parah senior ninggalin juniornya dengan diffucult airway kalau misalkan mau makan yaa minta tolong untuk backupin ke yg senior lagi bukannya ninggalin yg junior di dalam kamar op, disitu aku langsung nebak pasti si sakau itu deh, setelah ngomel beberapa saat akhirnya dia keluar setelah induksi. Beres beres jam 2 dan aku pulang rumah, di rumah aku masak nasi dan kayaknya aku bakalan beli aja untuk menu bukanya akhirnya pesen wingz o wingz yg combo 1 isi 6 wingz pake bumbu gochujang dan sambal jeruk level master dan ternyata ga pedes samsek, setelah buka puasa sholat maghrib dan isya dilanjut nonton series geek girl di netflix sembari makan chiffon chesee yg besok udah expired wkwk, terus random pengen minum kopken dan akhirnya beli kopken yg sama yaituu creamy aren latte bakalan menu favorite aku sih ini hahaha, habis itu my fiancee telpon dan karena udh ngantuk sama lain dan harus bangun entar sahur, akhirnya kita bobo. Sekian cerita hari ini 🙏🏻

[zombieville]

Cooking Creamy Gochujang Noodles with Cocktail Rings

Master the art of creating creamy and irresistible Gochujang Noodles, all while adding a touch of elegance to your cooking routine with cocktail rings. Trust your skills, and let your confidence shine bright.

[cherrylgc]

lgcdom

easy peasy \ there he was: dominic ahn, the son of the renowned politician ahn and revered judge kim, standing in a random girl’s kitchenette, wielding nothing but a packet of samyang twice spicy buldak noodles. he had a scowl on his face, but worry not, that’s just his regular thinking expression, and there was much to think about. they had a problem, see. and this problem was that neither of them knew how to cook … well. but it shouldn’t be that difficult. he’d seen his dormmates cooking ramyun all the time, and if they could do it, so could he. step one: open the packet. step two: dump the contents into the pot. step three: turn on the stove to the highest temperature so it would cook faster. see? easy. ( never mind the fact that there’s no water in the pot. or that the sauce packet fell out and was now hidden beneath the noodles. dearest dom had never smelt burnt plastic before, but there’s a first time for everything. ) dom turned the packet upside down. noodle crumbs fell out. he raised an eyebrow in @cherrylgc’s direction. “you didn’t buy the sauce?”

when her parents kicked her out at eighteen cherry had been forced to live alone, but her living alone for years didn’t mean she ever mastered the skill of cooking. she’d attempted it many times, it always came out wrong or tasting bad and she had managed to start a fire here and there. she’d lived in the legacy dorms for a few years and not too long ago she had moved back to living alone. it’d been more than half a year of living alone and she still remained unable to cook, mainly eating take away or stuff from seven-eleven.

dominic was over, the two trying to cook something very simple that no one could mess up. she looks at dominic, confusement in her eyes. “what do you mean i didn’t buy the sauce? isn’t it just supposed to be in there” she grabs the bag of ramen, there truly is no sauce packet in there. “maybe we can make our own sauce? i have uhh, gochujang, honey and salt, would that work?”.

[toolusingmammalgirl]

Pics from my birthday lunch, ft. Korean barbecue and gender euphoria

[dokja48]

“What do you want to do in the future?”

Alberu: I will sit on the throne after making Roan Kingdom an even better place. Of course I have to make sure my dongsaeng gets what he wants. Though I want to make him a minister.

Rosalyn: I will be the magic tower master.

Beacrox: The dishes from Choi Han’s place are interesting.

Lock: I will become stronger so that I can protect my family.

Mary: I want to go around the world with Raon-nim and everyone.

Clopeh: I just want to contribute in the path of legend.

Ron: I have to take care of my puppy young master.

Basen: I want to help with the administrative work of our territory.

Lily: I will become the knight captain of our territory.

Bud: I would like to spread the mercenaries in the Western Continent.

Duke Fredo: I will be the king of Endable Kingdom and create a place where the one’s with dark attribute can live in peace.

DHB: I-i don’t know.

Eruhaben: I just want to die peacefully but the unlucky bastard won’t let me.

Cale: why are you asking such an obvious question? I want to be a rich slacker. I will only eat, play and sleep. Hmm...I have to farm too...

Choi Han: I will help Cale-nim.

Raon: I am gonna slack off with human! We will farm apples and make gochujang! I will also go to many places with human and my family!

Hong: Me too!

On:.... yes..me too.

***

White star: I will become a god.

[salanaii]

Bibimbap

비빔밥

Rice mixed with vegetables, meat, an egg, and chili pepper paste

Today’s recipe is bibimbap, a super-popular Korean dish you might have heard about already! It’s made of a bowl of rice, sautéed and seasoned vegetables (namul: 나물), a bit of hot pepper paste (gochujang: 고추장), and usually a bit of seasoned raw beef, too (yukhoe: 육회).

Bibim (비빔) translates as “mixed,” and bap (밥) means “cooked rice,” so bibimbap literally means “mixed rice.” Before eating it you’re supposed to mix everything all together.

There are many variations on this dish, from simple to elaborate, and this recipe I’m showing you today is for one you could consider “classic” bibimbap. If you ordered bibimbap in a Korean restaurant, you would probably get something like this dish, with regional variations. I’m also going to show you bibimbap prepared and served in a heated stone or earthenware bowl called dolsot-bibimbap (돌솥비빔밥). “Dolsot” means “stone pot” in Korean, and this version is well-known for the way the bowl makes a layer of crispy, crackling rice on the bottom of the bibimbap.

Even though we mix up bibimbap before we eat it, each ingredient needs to be prepared with care and individuality, bringing out their unique flavors, textures and colors so they come together beautifully in the bowl and deliciously in your mouth. The different ingredients aren’t random, they’re chosen because they balance, harmonize, and offset each other.

This recipe isn’t quick and easy, it takes some time to make. But if you’re really in a rush you can make a great bibimbap with the soybean sprouts, spinach, and carrot (or red bell pepper, or both), and gochujang, toasted sesame oil, and an egg— those items are unskippable!

I’m going to share some more bibimbap recipes on my website in the future, and you’ll see how many different variations there are. This version is a little different than the version in my cookbook, because I make a quick and simple soup with the bean sprouts. When I started my YouTube channel, bibimbap was one of the first recipes I made, because it’s such an essential dish in Korean cuisine. So I’m happy to remake the video now in HD with much better editing and instruction. I’ve been building up to this video by remaking videos for the ingredients, too. I remade yukhoe, and sigeumchi-namul, and my yukagaejang video has a lot of detail about preparing the mountain vegetable fernbrake.

So if you’ve been following my videos, you’re now ready to be a bibimbap master! Ready? Let’s start!

Ingredients (serves 4)

5 cups cooked short-grain rice

12 ounces soy bean sprouts, washed and drained

8 ounces of spinach blanched and washed with the excess water squeezed out by hand

1 large carrot

1 large red bell pepper

1 large zucchini

1 English cucumber

3 to 4 green onions, chopped

½ pound fresh lean cut of beef (fillet mignon, flank steak)

4 ounces fernbrake (gosari), fresh or soaked from ½ ounce dried gosari (details below)

1 ounce dried bellflower roots (doraji), soaked in cold water for 18 to 24 hours.

4 eggs

kosher salt

vegetable oil

toasted sesame oil

toasted sesame seeds

garlic

soy sauce

honey (or sugar)

Korean hot pepper paste (gochujang)

How to prepare dried fernbrake (gosari) for use

If you have presoaked or fresh fernbrake you can use it straight away, but if you have dried fernbrake you’ll need to get it ready to eat. It’s fast if you have a pressure cooker, but if you don’t it will take some time.

With a pressure cooker:

Wash ½ ounce of dried gosari and boil it with 5 cups of water in a pressure cooker for 30 minutes.

Drain and rinse in cold water a couple of times.

Drain. It should make 4 ounces.

In a pot on the stove:

In a large saucepan add ½ ounce of dried gosari to 7 cups of water. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat and boil for 30 minutes. Cover and let stand until cool, about 2 to 3 hours.

Rinse the fernbrake a couple of times, drain and put in a bowl. Cover with fresh cold water and let soak for at least 8 hours or overnight in a cool place, changing the water 2 or 3 times during the soaking.

Taste the gosari: It should be soft. If it’s tough, boil it again in a fresh pot of water for about 20 minutes and then let it sit, covered, until soft.

Drain. It should make 4 ounces.

Make rice

If you have a usual method for making rice or have a rice cooker, go ahead and make 5 cups of rice like you usually do. But here’s how I do it on a pot on the stove. 2 cups of dried rice makes about 5 cups of cooked rice.

Rinse 2 cups of rice in cold water and scrub the wet rice with your hand. Rinse and drain until the drained water is pretty clear.

Put the rice in a heavy-bottomed pot. Add 2 cups of water, cover, and soak for 30 minutes.

Cook over medium high heat for 7 to 8 minutes until the surface is covered with abundant bubbles that are spluttering noisily and look like they’re about to overflow the pot. Turn the rice over a few times with a spoon and cover the pot again.

Turn the heat to very low and simmer for another 10 minutes until the rice is fully cooked and fluffy. Remove from the heat.

Fluff the rice with a spoon to release excess steam. Let the rice stand, covered, at room temperature to keep it warm.

Prepare and cook the ingredients for bibimbap

I like to get a big platter and then put each vegetable on it as they’re ready. I think it looks really pretty, but you don’t have to do this. When all vegetables are prepared and ready to use, the platter looks pretty delicious!

Soybean sprouts:

Put the soy bean sprouts in a pot and add 4 cups water and 2 or 3 teaspoons salt. Cover and cook for 20 minutes over medium high heat. Take out the sprouts with tongs and put them into a bowl, leaving about ½ cup of sprouts in the pot with the water you used to boil them. This is the soup to serve with bibimbap later.

In a bowl, mix the sprouts by hand with ½ teaspoons salt, 1 teaspoon minced garlic, and 2 teaspoons toasted sesame oil. Put them on the large platter.

Spinach:

Cut up the blanched spinach a few times and put it in a bowl. Mix by hand with 1 teaspoon garlic, 1 teaspoon toasted sesame oil, ½ teaspoon kosher salt, and 1 teaspoon sesame seeds. Cover and put it next to the soy bean sprouts on the platter.

Other fresh vegetables:

Cut the carrot into matchsticks, put them in a bowl, and mix with a pinch of salt. Let stand for 5 to 10 minutes until sweating.

Cut the red bell pepper into halves, deseed, and slice into strips. Put them in a bowl.

Cut the zucchini into matchsticks and mix with ½ teaspoon kosher salt.

Cut the cucumber into halves lengthwise and slice thinly crosswise. Mix with ¼ teaspoon kosher salt.

Beef:

Cut the beef into matchsticks and put them in a bowl.

Mix with 1 tablespoon minced garlic, 1 tablespoon soy sauce, 1 tablespoon honey, 2 teaspoons toasted sesame oil, and 1 teaspoon sesame seeds with a spoon.

Cover and keep in the fridge until ready to use.

Mountain vegetables:

Cut the fernbrake (gosari) a few times into bite size pieces. Set aside.

Put the bellflower roots (doraji) in a large bowl. Add 1 or 2 tablespoons salt. Rub for a minute to wilt slightly and release some of the bitterness. Rinse them in cold water a couple of times and drain. If you find some roots are too thick, split them lengthwise. Set aside.

Let’s cook!

Heat up a pan over medium high heat. Squeeze out excess water from the carrot. Add a few drops of cooking oil to the pan and sauté the carrot for 1 minute. Put it on the platter next to the soy bean sprouts and spinach. Clean the pan with wet paper towel or wash it.

Heat a few drops of cooking oil in the pan and squeeze out the excess water from the cucumber. Sauté with ½ teaspoon minced garlic and a few drops of toasted sesame oil for 30 seconds. Put it on the platter. Clean the pan.

Heat up the pan with a few drops of cooking oil. Add the red bell pepper and sprinkle a pinch of salt over top. Sauté for 30 seconds. Put it on the platter. Clean the pan.

Heat up the pan and squeeze out excess water from the zucchini. Add a few drops of cooking oil and sauté with 1 teaspoon minced garlic, 1 tablespoon chopped green onion, a drop of toasted sesame oil for 1 minute until slightly softened. Put it on the platter. Clean the pan.

Heat up the pan with a few drops of cooking oil. Add the bellflower roots and sauté for 2 to 3 minutes. Lower the heat to medium so as not to brown them. Add 1 teaspoon minced garlic and a drop of toasted sesame oil. Stir for another minute until a little softened. Put it on the platter. Clean the pan.

Heat up the pan. Add a few drops of cooking oil. Stir the gosari for 2 minutes until a little softened. Add ½  teaspoon of minced garlic, 2 teaspoons soy sauce, and 2 teaspoons sugar, and keep stirring for another minute. Put it on the platter.

Serve

Here are a couple of ways to serve: bibimbap in a regular, shallow bowl, and dolsot-bibimbap in a stone or earthenware bowl.

In a regular, shallow bowl

Reheat the soybean sprout soup.

Divide the cooked rice into 4 portions. Each portion will be a little more than 1 cup of rice.

Put the rice in each of 4 bowls and arrange the vegetables and beef on the rice. Top with a raw egg yolk and gochujang. If you prefer your eggs and beef cooked, use a fried egg sunny side up and slightly pan-fry the beef before putting them on the top of rice.

Sprinkle the bibimbap with the sesame seeds and drizzle with sesame oil to taste.

Ladle the soup to a small bowl and sprinkle some chopped green onion over top.

Serve right away with more hot pepper paste on the side, and maybe kimchi too.

Dolsot-bibimbap in a hot earthenware bowl (ttukbaegi) or hot stone bowl (dolsot)

Reheat the soybean sprout soup.

Put a few drops of toasted sesame oil in the bottom of each of 4 earthenware bowls. They should be big enough to hold 4 to 6 cups each.

Divide the rice among the bowls. Arrange the vegetables and beef on the rice. Top each serving with a raw egg yolk and 1 tablespoon gochujang. If you prefer your eggs and beef cooked, use a fried egg sunny side up and slightly pan-fry the beef before putting them on the top of rice.

Set each pot on a burner. Heat over medium high heat until you hear a ticking, crackling sound coming from the rice.

Sprinkle the bibimbap with the sesame seeds, drizzle with sesame oil to taste.

Ladle the soup to a small bowl and sprinkle some chopped green onion over top.

Serve right away with more hot pepper paste on the side and maybe kimchi too.

Eat

Gently but firmly mix everything together in the bowl with your spoon. Try not to crush the more delicate ingredients.

Eat with your spoon.

Posted on Sunday, January 6th, 2008 at 11:14 pm. Last updated on September 18, 2022.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 154

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

I was able to get the Master Post cleaned up this morning.  I know there is a reblog going around with some of the links missing... I put that one up originally as a place holder so I could update my page links in chapters 101 through this one.   I did NOT anticipate it would get immediately reblogged, which made me squeak in pleasant surprise.  I’ll reblog the full post so everyone has the right one.

Also, thanks to @baelpenrose, @the-raven-fae, and @charlylimph-blog for keeping me going and all your help beta-reading and checking my links.  You three are the real heroes here!

“The quiet rooms are done,” Hannah yawned the next morning. “It’s a good thing we decided to make them available immediately, because the first one had people scheduling time before we finished the second one.”

“How many did we end up with?” I asked, pushing down my own urge to yawn. I had always prided myself on being able to resist the urge to yawn when others did, and I wasn’t letting that stop now.

The model of the Ark came up on the table emitter, and Hannah zoomed in on the highlighted areas. “Right now, we have twelve, just like you set up for the second Food Festival. But I’ll be honest, they rooms are already booked for the foreseeable future, and I don’t think that’s tenable.”

“Agreed. I’ll talk to the rest of the Council, but at this point, we need to see about setting all available spaces for quiet rooms.” I nodded and added that note to my agenda. “Moving on, food vendors being allowed in BioLab2. Any updates?”

Parvati flicked the data to everyone. “Grey isn’t thrilled with the possibility that the food will contaminate the aquatics, but is willing to allow vendors in ‘The Fairy Circle’?” She gave me a questioning look. “They said you would know what that meant.”

I just smiled and shook my head. “It’s where I go camping. Conor managed to pull off a prank that fooled even Charly and made a Faerie circle.  It’s a good choice, though: ten, eleven feet across, accessible, and far enough from the water that there wouldn’t be any risk.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Credit to Conor on that one. But, Grey was very enthusiastic about the idea of setting up some picnic tables throughout the woods and letting people bring picnics.”

“I already have some vendors on board, there,” I breathed in relief. “Especially the ones who specialize in the type of foods that lend themselves well to being portable.”

Hannah’s face lit up. “Do we get to taste test some of these? I’m really getting some bento box and pasty vibes from what you just said, and I’m not sure which I’m more excited about.”

“I think I can get that to happen,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t mind trying some of the options myself, but I can at least already confirm that all bases are covered for dietary requirements. Next up, where are we on the holiday date?”

“Still working with the other departments to finalize a date where all projects can be completed, paused, or at least at a point where they don’t require direct observation. Everyone is on board, though.”

“That’s the biggest hurdle,” I confirmed. “Means we can proceed with at least putting the rest of the events together in preparation for the final date. I trust you two in handling the party aspect of it, and Charly is already working Bash on another Kink Night event at the Undine - minimal planning needed there. So, let’s figure out who is coordinating the paint-tag fight, and we can loop back to the plans for the party.”

“While I am entirely sure Charly can handle planning for both the paint tag and the other - seeing as both were her ideas - it doesn’t feel fair to leave them both entirely on her shoulders,” Hannah agreed. “It says here that you already had Conor confirm we missed Holi?

“By about six months,” I confessed. “So we’re pretty much both too late and too early.”

“I do believe the arrows would be frowned upon, in any event,” Parvati joked. “I still have her paint formulas - flavors are not listed, but there is a distinct lack of both black and yellow.”

“Those were… scotch bonnet for the black, I know that one. I think the yellow was gochujang, which would still hurt if you got it in your eyes,” I recalled.

She flicked her hands, bracelets chiming. “I will ask for a new formula for yellow, but I think we can live without black paint. The yellow was lovely, though.”

“Ask nicely, and she’ll probably give you the glitter formula colors, which I think are different flavors from the regular palette,” I suggested. “And the glitter is ultra-violet reactive, so that’ll be fun.”

Emphatic stabbing at her datapad ensued - impressive, because it wasn’t even physically there, just emitted from the band on her wrist. “Once I have those, I believe Hannah and I can coordinate that along with the party.  There is no food component, it is only for one day, so the scope is far smaller than the Festival was.”

“And besides,” Hannah added with a shrug, “whip up some paints and some spongy balls to soak it up, set boundaries, invite anyone who wants to attend. Planning done.” She dusted her hands off for emphasis, but she had a point.

“I’ve got the care packages well underway, so we’re solid there. The party. What’s the plan there?”

Parvati dismissed the schematic from the table emitter and sent a different image to it. This one was practically the opposite of what I had expected: where I had anticipated Food Festival 2: Pyrotechnic Boogaloo, I was instead looking at a park that I was reasonably certain only existed in dreams.

Soft green grass that my toes wiggled to touch spanned a rolling, looping thoroughfare. Trees arched overhead like an arbor, and were either woven with lights are absolutely covered in fireflies.  Between breaks in the canopy, a night sky filled with more stars than I had seen in my living memory.  Here and there small braziers burned brightly with fire, resting on sturdy rugs and dotted around with cushions.

“Vati,” I whispered hoarsely. “We can’t use BioLab2 for this, can we? Will Grey allow it?”

“We can, and they are.” Her smile was the feral one that usually preceded a coup de grace of event planning. “This, however, is not BioLab2.  This is the corridors of levels twelve through fourteen, leading into the lab.”

My first urge was to guess what she was planning, but my mind came up blank. I circled around my desk to stand closer to the table. “Okay, talk to me. Make it make sense.”

She nodded. “The grass is real, laid down like sod. The terraforming teams have agreed to let us use it, provided we allow them to collect data on how it holds up to so much foot traffic and include a post-event question regarding the tactile feel on bare feet.  So, bare feet they shall have.” She winked when I realized she and Hannah were going to make it part of the theme. “The trees are an illusion, simple light emitters against the corridor walls, combined with the existing texture of the surface.”

When she moved the image to mimic walking further down the path, Hannah picked up. “The larger spaces are actually where the corridors are longer between quiet rooms. Rather than trying to pull off the tree illusion, we’re going to create a  night sky with shooting stars, comets, the works.  Like a dream.”

“I like it. It’s not what I was expecting, but I’m even more impressed for that.”

“We couldn’t compete with Charly,” Parvati confessed. “She is already going to have our base desires covered.  Anything we tried to do would look like a pale imitation. So, we went the other direction: What else do we do to feel alive?”

“We dream,” I laughed. “It’s all a fairy tale dream, isn’t it?”

“That’s the goal,” Hannah confirmed. “A beautiful dream. One day and one night where you can live out your humanity however you want, without having to compromise.  If someone wants to throw paint with childish abandon, then stroll and dance through a dream, and finish the night at the Undine trying something they never dared to do before, they can do that.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds decadent.”

“I was going for hedonistic, over all, but you’re on the right track,” Parvati laughed. “Hannah and I agreed that everyone on the Ark needed one perfect day.  And since perfect is different for everyone…” She shrugged. “We just decided to give them all the options.  The quiet rooms will be open if their perfect includes a botanical garden, or a cloud… the mess halls will be open if it means a feast, or even just decadent hors d'oeuvres they could never make an excuse to try. It’s literally all on the table.”

“Consider it signed off on.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off that grass, toes wiggling happily. “Just let me know the date when we have one, I need a pedicure to enjoy this completely.”

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[debbiebeary]

Disgust and Ecstacey

3

Hayden’s belly jiggled and wobbled violently in the dim, hippy light of the room. The combination of the incense and marijuana haze made the doughy expanse of his body appear even softer and more rounded. The curtains were slightly drawn and in the light was a smoky beam, the rest of the room was lit by red string lights and a few kitschy lamps.

In Hayden’s chunky arms, arms with those beautiful biceps that mushed up against his moobs into a cellulity pillow, he carried Ben and Jerries, peanut butter sandwiches, and some bananas (hey, digestion is important, ok?)

“Alright little britches” said Hayden, time to get to three hundred!” He said as his uncovered belly, lightly shined with sweat, surged forward even more as he added to the snacks already present on the table (chocolate, korean fried chicken and potato chips).

Dillon laughed.

“Oh come on I only reached two fifty yesterday!”

“Only two fifty!?” Cried a voice from across the swirling aromatic haze.

“Only two fifty?!” He repeated, standing up and revealing his own two hundred seventy pound form, he put his meaty paws onto his lightly dark furred, pear shaped body and gave it a strong jiggle, “That’s forty pounds since you arrived, it’s only been a month and a half! If you keep it up you’ll be bigger than me!”

Dillon looked down at his stretchmark covered gut and heaving moobs, which themselves had stretchmarks emerging near the armpits and also stretchmarks on his biceps too. His growth surely exceeded his own expectations. And it didn’t help that Garry, whom was the coffee shops resident chaser turned chub himself, was always feeding Dillon super creamy specialty coffees free of charge throughout his shift.

“Yeah. Who knows,” he began, a smug grin forming between his fattening cheeks and burgeoning double chin, both beginning to dominate his features even under his thickening beard, “perhaps I will hit three hundred.”

“Well it isn’t a matter of ‘if’, it’s a matter of ‘when’. And either way,” Hayden paused to toke the joint he just lit, stifling a cough before he continued, “either way, you gotta eat to make that happen, pig.” And without warning he took a peanut butter sandwich and crammed into an unsuspecting Dillon’s fattening maw. Garry wore a lascivious smirk on his face as he yet again watched Hayden work his gluttonous magic on Dillon.

“Remember!” the three hundred fifty pound blonde stud mumbled after tearing a massive chunk out of his own sandwich, “we match each other bite for bite, no matter what” he continued, swallowing the mouthful into his growling, churning tank, giving it an emphatic slap.

Dillon chewed and swallowed his own mouthful,

“Yes big bear-“

But he was interrupted by Hayden once again plugging his airways with the second half of the sandwich.

Dillon could feel the scale shattering beneath his feet already.

Again and again, handfuls of chocolate brownies, of chips, fried chicken (with an inspired melted Velveeta American cheese dip) were shoved into the awaiting Dillon's mouth by the bronze skinned, blonde haired hunky blob. Though Garry was the bottom, Hayden, a versatile boy who when he was a top, was a very dominant top. This extended to feeding.

Though Hayden was attracted to Dillon, he found force feeding him aggressively to be somehow even more… penetrating. More satisfying than the thought of fucking him ever could be. He was morphing Dillon’s body, potentially towards a permanent absolution. He may never go back to the way he was before the summer began.

Dillon could see the twisted thrill in Hayden’s eyes as he crammed in handful after handful and despite the overstuffed pain in his abdomen he kept opening his mouth, begging again and again for the ruin of his once athletic form.

Hayden had heard tales of the pretentious condescension of Brian. Of his prideful taste in skinny boys, his carbon-copied preferences. In this a dark desire lay, one in which to sever Dillon from his obnoxious fuckbuddy. All he would need were calories and time.

Of which he incidentally had both.

“Damn Hayden, you’re turning him into a blimp!”

“Bwaaap!” Was Hayden’s guttural reply, “ugh, fuck. S’cuse me! Turning myself into a blimp while I’m at it too, don’t ya think Gerry boy?”

Gerry was too busy drooling at them both with big horny puppy eyes to respond, but Hayden’s smile curled with smug deviousness.

Eventually the snacks dwindled until nothing was left and Dillon's already stretchmark laden gut was now bright red and itchy with swelling.

Hayden smacked Dillon’s belly, causing him to wince,

“Fuck!”

“Sorry fatboy, couldn’t help myself, you look like you got a full litter in there.”

“Yeah. A hundred food babies in one. Feel like imma puke.”

Hayden snatched a lit joint that Gerry was enjoying and popped it in Dillon’s mouth, Dillon sucked in frantically,

“Make yourself useful, Gerry. Rub his belly with some of that CBD/tiger balm concoction I made, can’t have him purging all these beautiful calories now can we?”

“N-no sir!” Said Gerry, Gerry always turned into a bitch when Hayden threw his weight around.

“Good boy. Alright Dillon, just hold tight,”

“Uuuuhh. Ok. No I can have that last drumstick then we’re done, I’d rather get this over with and just have some cuddles after.”

“Yeah alright, big dude.”

Hayden let Dillon sink his teeth into the glistening red drumstick, courtesy of the local fried chicken restaurant, Han Ten, Han for the name of the chubby korean bear who owned the pace, ten for ten different glazes. Toasted Perilla, butter honey, spicy, lemon, sweet and sour etcetera. They even had a Ghanaian spicy peanut butter based sauce that was a real zinger. But the one they had was the hybrid honey butter/gochujang ketchup, the K-Supreme with American Cheese Dip, toasted garlic chips and green onions to finish, Dillon’s favourite thing in the world besides Hayden’s succulent puckered-in belly button.

Dillon, after finishing the last bite, let out a rather meaty burp and panted out:

“That’s it, all done…” struggling to breathe, “but it isn’t as bad as last time, uuurap, I’m feeling waaay less sick now, Hayden?”

Hayden was in the kitchen, the fridge door shining it’s menacing white light upon Hayden’s summer- bronzed, food-speckled gut. When Hayden caught Dillon's eye reflected in it was his own evil scheming.

From the glowing gainers bastion of the fridge, like an amulet or treasure of untold power, Hayden withdrew a gallon of chocolate milk.

“Uurp! Fuck, no Hayden that’s pushing it too far! There is no way, mmmlf!”

“Hahaha, you like this funnel? Just got it,” but Dillon managed to spit it out

“Hayden no! Even splitting it it’s way too much for me! I’m too packed!”

Hayden’s face took on a demonic appearance as, with the sun now fully set, the red lights stretched the shadows across his face into l demented forms.

“Whoah, shit this is strong weed.” Dillon suddenly remarked,

“Yeah I cut it with a bit of salvia too, gives everything a nice… twinkle.”

“Well I’m not sure ooouhf!” Hayden shoved the tube back into Dillon's mouth,

“You didn’t let me finish… I’m not splitting this with you, you’re taking ALL OF IT!”

“Whoah, Hayden! You sure? He seems pretty full.”

“He’ll be fine once you get your lips wrapped around his cock, Garry.”

Garry grew quiet.

“RIGHT GERRY!?!”

“Yes sir…”

“Good boy… ok Dillon, open up your throat and GUZZLE! Garry. Uh. Do the same.”

As Garry face planted Dillon’s dick, Dillon was reinvigorated and began to suck down the sweet chocolaty goodness. Garry was a master, sucking Dillon’s meaty head, flicking his slit with his tongue, and deepthroating him like a pro, he never let Dillon get used to his w and was building up to a climax rapidly.

“Yeah you fat fuck, we keep this up you’ll be 400 in no time.”

Dillon moaned. The Gallon was now only half.

“Come on tubbs, you know you want it, you want to beach yourself on the couch and eat and smoke and drink until you’re nothing but a big fat whale.” The gallon was empty but still Dillon sucked on the tube.

“Greedy pig. You still want more?”

withdrawing the tube from Dillon’s mouth, his tortured stomach released a torrent of pressure as Dillon sprayed out a fat wet belch which rolled across the hazy apartment like thunder.

“UUURRRRP!”

In the same moment Hayden, smirking demonically, leaned down and pinched Dillon’s nipple, Dillon convulsed and shot his load, hosing down Garry’s throat with his seed.

“FUUUUCK!” He screamed in agonizing pleasure.

Garry nearly choked on Dillon’s load.

“Holy fuck. Looks like Dillon isn’t the only one that sucked down a gallon of sweet nectar, eh Garry?”

Garry let out a burp of his own before responding.

“I’d say it’s rather more savory but yeah. Basically.”

“Come on, help this fat fuck up, I wanna weigh him.”

“Urrp, fuck guys won’t you give me a second?”

“No fucking way, I wanna see the damage we did, let’s go tubbs!”

After laboring them to the bathroom, they made him stand unaided, swaying dizzily under his own strength after a few minutes of assistance, finally the scale read out its deliberation.

Hayden screamed in disbelief:

“FUCK ME! Two sixty five!?!”