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One popular example of fusion cooking is Korean-Mexican fusion, also known as Ko-Mex. This fusion combines Korean BBQ with Mexican flavors and ingredients. For example, Korean BBQ tacos can be made by using marinated beef, topped with kimchi, salsa, and lime wedges. Another example is a Korean-Mexican burrito, which combines Korean BBQ chicken with beans, rice, cheese, and salsa, wrapped in a flour tortilla.
Another popular fusion cuisine is Indian-Chinese. This fusion combines the bold and spicy flavors of Indian cuisine with the savory and umami flavors of Chinese cuisine. One popular dish is the Indian-Chinese chili chicken, which is made by stir-frying chicken with onions, bell peppers, tiktok cake and a spicy chili sauce. Another example is the Manchurian fried rice, which combines Chinese fried rice with Indian spices and vegetables.
Lastly, we have the Italian-Thai fusion, which combines the hearty and comforting flavors of Italian cuisine with the fresh and zesty flavors of Thai cuisine. One popular dish is the Thai green curry pasta, which combines green curry paste with pasta, chicken, and vegetables. Another example is the Thai basil pesto pizza, which replaces traditional basil with Thai basil and tops the pizza with chicken, peppers, and onions.
In conclusion, fusion cooking is a creative and exciting way to explore different cultures and flavors. By combining different ingredients and techniques, you can create unique and delicious dishes that can take your taste buds on a culinary adventure. So next time you're in the kitchen, try experimenting with different flavors and see what delicious fusion recipes you can come up with!
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Buffalo and Bison - Air Fryer Bison Burgers Burgers made from ground bison can be quickly cooked in the air fryer and come out juicy and flavorful. This recipe receives a subtle grilling flavor boost from liquid smoke.
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Game Meats - Grilled Bison Burgers
This recipe for bison burgers uses lean ground bison that has been formed into patties and grilled until juicy and flavorful—ideal it's for picnics in the summer.
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Grilled Bison Burgers This bison burger recipe is made with lean ground bison formed into patties and grilled until juicy and full of flavor, perfect for summer picnics.
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Recipe for Grilled Bison Burgers This bison burger recipe is made with lean ground bison formed into patties and grilled until juicy and full of flavor, perfect for summer picnics. 4 dashes hot sauce, 1 pinch granulated garlic, 1 pinch ground black pepper, 1 pound ground bison, 1 egg, olive oil cooking spray, 4 hamburger buns split and toasted, 4 slices American cheese, 3 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce, 1/2 cup panko bread crumbs
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Recipe for Ground Bison Tacos These tacos are made with ground bison, salad mix, tomato, Oaxaca cheese, and tomato for a flavorful addition to taco night!
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Ground Bison Tacos These tacos are made with ground bison, salad mix, tomato, Oaxaca cheese, and tomato for a flavorful addition to taco night!
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Hearty Chipotle Bison Chili This hearty chipotle bison chili recipe is full of rich meat, tomatoes, beans, and corn, perfect when you just want a little comfort food.
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Blue Stuffed Buffalo Burger Ground buffalo is stuffed with blue cheese in this exotic burger.
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Cheesy Bison Burger Casserole A gourmet take on a comfort food casserole, bison burger casserole is made with homemade bison burgers, pasta, tomatoes, and Cheddar cheese.
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Authentic Keema Matar Curry With Bison Primal Blend
Keema matar is a “dry” curry of Pakistani origin, richly spiced with tender green peas. It’s bursting with all the flavor of curry spices, but without the added liquid that’s typically found in most curries we eat in America. You can easily use garam masala powder in lieu of the whole spices, but if you can use the whole cloves, peppercorns and cinnamon stick it really adds a depth of flavor to the dish that cannot be achieved otherwise. Activating the spices in the oil helps to add layers of flavor to the curry. If you have ghee, it would be a delicious alternative to the bison tallow. Otherwise any cooking oil will work just fine. I decided to use our bison primal blend for this dish. It bestows amazing health benefits with all the great taste of our best selling ground bison.
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🍴 1 lb bison primal blend or ground bison 🍴 3 cloves 🍴 1 inch piece of cinnamon stick 🍴 5 whole black peppercorns 🍴 2 cardamom pods 🍴 3 tablespoons bison tallow 🍴 2 onions, finely chopped 🍴 1 teaspoon finely minced ginger 🍴 1 teaspoon finely minced garlic 🍴 2 teaspoons coriander 🍴 ¼ teaspoon turmeric 🍴 1 teaspoon sea salt 🍴 ½ teaspoon red pepper flakes 🍴 2 cups diced tomatoes 🍴 1 cup green peas (frozen is fine) 🍴 ½ cup bison bone broth 🍴 Chopped fresh cilantro for garnish. https://bit.ly/3oI3rLP
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Im trying to learn to cook, do you have any good recipes for a complete beginner?
Hello anon I am going to link you my fav easy recipes that I've bookmarked over the years. You can also modify these easily for dietary restrictions (use other meat/vegan meat. Use coconut milk/cream instead of heavy cream. etc.). Also add things that make stuff easier for you too like instant rice/pasta!
Turkey meatballs
How to use crockpot/slowcooker drippings to make gravy
Sesame Garlic Pan Fried Tofu
Bison Chili (can use other ground meats & also use a slow cooker btw I've done it)
One pan baked fish & potatoes
Spaghetti Aglio e Olio
Easy chicken marinades
Parm crusted Tilapia
Roast chickpea cous cous bowl
Shrimp & Grits
Ricotta lemon spinach pasta
Super crispy tofu
Shrimp Scampi
Cheeseburger soup
Garlic & Butter shrimp (can server over many easy sides!)
Japanese Curry with Roux Cubes (you can buy any roux cube you like this guide helps you make the curries!)
Slowcooker/crockpot chuck roast
Coconut tofu curry (ive also made this with chicken!)
Cheddar Rosemary Scones (ive also replaced the rosemary with chives before to great success!)
Shepard's Pie (you can also use instant mashed potatoes to make this a lot easier!)
Roasted potatoes
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More Than My Father's Son
Joel Miller x f!OC
Chapter 5 - Search and Rescue
Summary: A chance encounter on patrol leads to intel too troublesome to leave uninvestigated.
Rating: E
Word Count: 5.5k
Content: NSFW, high levels of violence normal to the TLOU world, angst, fluff, miscommunication trope (it’s Joel Miller…), slow burn, Joel’s traumatic childhood, getting together, smut, canon divergence after SLC, fix-it fic
Chapter 4 || Series Masterlist
The green that normally surrounded you had exploded into flames, the orange, yellows, and reds bursting from the trees and raining to the ground was a sight you’d never tire of. As the leaves had begun to change, the knot always present in your chest loosened. Joel and Tommy had repaired your roof, and cooking lessons with Indy were still ongoing but had proved somewhat useful as the jeans you’d been given upon arrival were passed back to the swap shop in favor of the next size up.
“Are you coming over tonight?” your favorite chef called from ahead of you, the next outpost on your assigned route coming into view, “Ellie was asking, guess she prefers my cooking.”
The smug look on your partner-turned-friend’s face said it all, Ellie’s budding relationship with her half Indy’s skill at cooking and half the fact that she let her sip at a whiskey that still went down rough during dinner.
“Only if you’re making that soup again,” you replied, your eyes following a leaf as it twirled through the sky.
“You want me to make that soup because Joel likes it,” her tone was teasing and all-knowing, “And I know you send your leftovers with Ellie to give to him.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“He brings me the containers back.”
It was true, Joel did like it, and no matter how hard you tried to remember just how she did it, the steps never stuck. You didn’t expect him to be the one giving you away. Although, Ellie was in on the ruse of telling him bringing him home a bowl was always entirely her idea.
Things had been tepid but pleasant after the summer incident. You’d spent two weeks letting the cut on your hand heal and Maria had taken too much time in forcing you out of your house and into society. You had a shelf of books now, your focus having improved enough over the last four weeks you could sit in the new armchair Tommy had found with you in mind for at least an hour at a time. Ellie supplied you with more than enough movies, opting to spend Fridays at your house now filling you in on her weekly favorites. Maria always made sure you had the day off.
You sat for drinks at the Tipsy Bison every Thursday, keeping quiet but sitting with the group as they conversed candidly. Indy had come to realize Joel was only someone to fear if you’d earned it, teasing him constantly about seeing another glimmer of that fire from the field again while Tommy teased her bravery for poking the bear. It all felt right and wrong at the same time, the walk back to your house Joel always insisted on accompanying you for the most natural twenty minutes of the evening.
“We’ll go to the market when we get back,” Indy said as she pulled the heavy steel door shut behind you, “You’re buying.”
“Deal,” you agreed, “I’ll even write the recipe down this time.”
In an abrupt motion that had your heart skipping, she bolted quickly to the open window, her rifle pointing up at the sky as you followed after her, ready to fire at whatever threat she’d spotted but finding nothing out of place or amiss.
“Oh,” she sighed in relief, lowering her weapon as your eyes darted around, “Sorry. Thought pigs were flying.”
“Fuck you,” you groaned, laughing as you shoved at her shoulder, finding the logbook on the table and pausing at the neat ‘Clear -J’ on the most recently filled-in line, “We all clear?”
“Just check the back.”
The floorboards creaked beneath your boots as you wove through the remnants of office furniture, your hand gliding over rotting wood just lightly enough to keep it from splintering into your skin. The fall air was crisp as you breathed it in, the cold of wintering hinting in the sweet aroma. It would frost soon, the mountains welcoming winter sooner than you would have liked for its extended stay well into the months you’d recognize as spring.
“Is anyone there?!” you heard a voice calling, the hair on the back of your neck prickling as you pulled your pistol from the tattered holster on your thigh, “Please!”
“Shit…” you hissed under your breath, your back colliding with the wall beside the door, your head peering around just enough to see a man in the clearing ahead.
“Please! I…I need help! Just…I saw horses!”
“Mother fucker,” Indy sneered as she took cover at the other edge of the frame, “I’m not falling for this. Tell me you’re not falling for this?”
Almost every single one of your razor-sharp instincts told you to hop on the back of your horse and bolt, save a single tickle at the back of your head. There was a tug on a thread that had been loose for months now, the reminder that at one point in the not-so-distant past you’d been a straggler collected by a man willing to take a chance.
“Jesus Christ,” Indy scolded at your silence, “Let’s go.”
“Who’s with you?!” you yelled through the missing glass, Indy groaning as she clicked the safety off on her weapon.
“Just my son!” the man replied, hope seeping into his voice, “Please! I’m unarmed!”
“Well that’s fucking stupid,” Indy muttered, earning her a dirty look, “He’s lying. Millie, he’s lying. Eugene barely made it home alive two weeks ago—“
“Show me the kid!” you demanded, ignoring Indy entirely, your fate now dependent on this momentary lapse in judgment.
When a boy no older than eight emerged from behind a tree that should have been too narrow to hide him, your spine straightened. You could hear Indy muttering under her breath as the frail child slid behind his father, peering out from around his hip with wide, terrified eyes. With your gun raised, you kicked the door open, Indy following closely behind and demanding for hands to be in sight at all times, the man obliging as he watched with fear and hope swirling in his gaze.
“Talk,” you instructed, the muzzle of your gun inches from his forehead as he dropped to his knees in surrender.
“We’re…looking for a place called Jackson,” his voice was shaking, eyes averted, “It’s a myth…but we couldn’t stay…had to chance it.”
“Are you bit?”
“No!”
“Spores?”
“Traveled in open air, I swear.”
“Anyone follow you?”
“We snuck past a camp three days ago, but they never saw us.”
“A camp?” Indy cut in, “Where?”
“By the river.”
Another problem added to the growing list. Maria and Tommy would want as much information about the visitors encroaching on the protected territory, risking Jackson’s people and resources wasn't something either of them took lightly. The possibility this man was a scout passed through your mind, flashing like a warning beacon as you felt Indy’s eyes staring. She’d left this decision up to you and was impatiently awaiting your verdict.
“Is this your dad?” you asked the boy, putting your gun back in its holster and hoping for the best as you kneeled to get on his level, “Tell me the truth.”
“How did you get that scar?” he asked after a nod, timid as a mouse, his big brown eyes so terrified it made your stomach clench.
“Bad people.”
“Like the people at the river?”
“You tell me.”
“They took mommy.”
Caught in a lie, the man began to stammer in defense as Indy doubled down, her gun still raised as she took a menacing step toward him. He detailed their journey, the narrow escape from the hunters camping on the water banks, and the loss of his wife who had been taken as the child's eyes remained transfixed on the long scar slashed across your nose and cheeks. He promised none had followed, swore on his life, begged for at least the boy, James, to be taken to safety or spared, your own intentions becoming murkier to the survivor who had begun to weep.
“Let’s go,” you snapped, “Give me your pack, the kid can ride with me.”
“So I get to ride with the weirdo?!” Indy chastised as you began to search through the man’s bag, finding food that had been stretched too thin and clothes worn down enough to be sheer.
“Where are you taking us?” you were asked as Indy helped the small boy up to sit in front of you in the saddle, her grip on the father's coat collar rough as she tugged him towards her own waiting mare.
“It’s your lucky day, Simon,” she taunted, “We’re headed to the mythical land of Jackson.”
The first face you saw as the wooden gates of Jackson closed behind you was unexpected, Joel bursting out of the stables and running with Tommy hot on his heels.
“Who the hell is this?” he growled, placing himself between you and Simon as if you hadn’t just ridden miles beside him on a horse.
“Simon,” you answered, the way the new gray and black flannel Joel was wearing hugged his shoulders slowing your speech, “and James. They come bearing bad news.”
After scans to the backs of their necks, the Tipsy Bison welcomed them just as it had you almost three months ago. They devoured the food put in front of them unlike you had, Tommy and Joel immediately planning the scout of this supposed encampment for the following morning at dawn.
“They’re armed,” Simon warned, his face falling at the decision to take on the hunters head-on.
“So are we,” Joel replied, his tone hard and menacing, “You two comin’?”
“Of course!” Indy answered with an air of sarcasm, “Who could refuse?”
With the help of Simon, an ambush was planned, Tommy thanking you for having the judgment to trust the stranger enough to bring him back. It had gone against every one of your most basic instincts, trusting a man in the wild like that, and your eyes drifted over to Joel as you contemplated exactly why that was. You hadn’t trusted him either, and he hadn’t trusted you, but here you sat beside him in a bar enclosed in the safest stronghold the United States had to offer.
“Is your wife alive?” Joel asked Simon as Tommy began to lead him and his son to the inn for the night.
“Last I knew,” he answered sadly, the reality of why that was settling onto Joel’s face in a furious scowl.
“Can you handle a gun?”
“Joel…” you scolded, this man clearly in no state to be storming into the trenches, “He’s not up for it. If there are women there, we’re getting them all out regardless.”
Your tone left no room for argument, and Joel’s surrender was swift as you turned to follow Indy to finally begin your evening plans, “Yes ma’am.”
“She’s terrifying,” Simon muttered when you were just out of earshot, a smirk ticking up one corner of Joel’s lips.
“She is, ain’t she?” he chuckled, smiling fondly as you disappeared further and further into the gray autumn dusk.
An impatient Ellie was seated on the stoop of Indy’s single-story home, her face lighting up when you rounded the corner before bounding down the street to meet you. Her “you’re fucking late” had you smiling, your arm slinging around her shoulders as you explained yourself honestly, promising to make it up to her Friday when she came by.
“I already picked the movie,” she bragged as you dropped the bag of groceries onto Indy’s counter, “Something with planes.”
“Talk to me, Goose!” you recited, a toothy grin breaking onto Ellie’s face.
“Goodness gracious great balls of fire!” Indy chimed in with a bushel of carrots as a microphone, Ellie promptly inviting her to join the Friday festivities and beaming once again when it was accepted.
The lessons in the kitchen were just as much for you as they were for Ellie, her dinner postponed dinner party having ended before it began when Joel walked into his kitchen so filled with smoke it had left his eyes red for two days after. You’d teased him about it passing him at the stables after patrols, for a man that had tossed smoke bombs he scrounged up from expired explosives and sugar, he certainly had gone soft.
“This is what you’re missing,” Indy informed as she tossed a bushel of green herbs in front of you, “Thyme.”
“Guess it’s time to start learning how to grow herbs in my backyard,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face through the terrible joke that had Ellie practically on the floor and Indy giving you a dead stare that reminded you of someone else.
Gardening was something that had piqued your interest, it always had. You’d tried to maintain a small Pothos in your dorm room, the lack of light killing even the most hearty of plants, and then the world had gone to shit. Ellie had griped about her hatred of farming rotation, but every time you passed Maria in the streets or saw her at the Bison, you were tempted to request a week here or there in the greenhouses. Winter was approaching, but a book on the subject sat waiting by the armchair in the living room, Joel having accompanied you to the swap shop with the last of your venison from his freezer to exchange for the pile of to-be-reads.
“Don’t chop food with that!” Indy screeched as the familiar click of Ellie’s switchblade broke through the comfortable silence, “You kill things with it!”
“I washed it!” Ellie defended, grumbling to herself as she pocketed it, picking up the provided knife laying beside her on the counter.
All you could do was laugh at the exchange, your fingers staining green as you plucked at the thyme you’d been thrown. The prep went quickly with three hands, the pot bubbling on the stove as the deck of cards was quickly brought out, a lively round of blackjack ongoing between Ellie and Indy as you dealt.
Clean-ups and laundry services were wagered, with Ellie bringing home the big win of Indy’s hand in clothes washing for the next week, a full basket waiting to be scrubbed back at her little converted garage. After dinner was shared, Ellie was sent home with two containers, one for her and one for Joel, with Indy sliding you a third with a knowing smirk.
“Before you go,” she blurted out as you followed Ellie out the front door, “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t listen to me today.”
Quickly you spun, running out onto the porch and almost knocking Ellie straight onto the ground, “Oh,” you sighed in relief, “Thought pigs were flying for a second.”
“After I fed you dinner.”
“See you bright and early.”
“Can’t wait! Nothing like the smell of gunpowder in the morning.”
When Ellie asked where you were going as you walked her home, you skirted around the subject. There was no need to worry her, she’d already been particularly on edge since the incident six weeks ago. You knew she could tell you were lying, and as much as it ate away at you, it was for the best. Her life had become exponentially easier and less burdened once the walls of Jackson had welcomed you, but you knew the years of freedom from worry would be short for her already being 15, she could savor the time she had to be carefree.
As you rounded the corner from the greenhouses to the back gate closest to her little house, soft notes of music greeted you, the sight of Joel on the porch gently plucking the strings of an acoustic guitar lit by the dull orange glow of his backlight held your gaze as Ellie bid you goodbye. She laughed while your brain caught up to her words, a quick, nervous goodbye mumbled as you quickly glanced at her teasing expression before returning to what would be seared into your memory. Your feet carried you subconsciously toward him, his eyes finding yours in the dark.
“Hey,” he greeted, gruff but soft, tuning the instrument in his hands with subtle turns of the pegs, “Thanks for walkin’ her home.”
“Sure,” you choked out, your mouth dry, “I didn’t know you could play guitar.”
“Yeah. Been playin’ since I was a kid. Haven’t touched one in some twenty years now though.”
“Sounded fine to me.”
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
With nothing but a gesture, he welcomed you to take the empty chair on the porch, a round table with a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler set between the two seats. He picked up where he’d left off, unbothered by your intrusion, his shoulders relaxed and his features serene as his fingers ran off of muscle memory untainted by decades of disuse.
“Help yourself,” he offered, his chin ticking towards the amber liquid to his left, and you filled the empty glass halfway at his invitation.
The whiskey was warm as it settled in your stomach, the cool night air nipping at your nose and cheeks as you settled back in the chair, your eyes fluttering closed as the notes of his song traveled with the breeze. This was contentment you hadn’t felt in a very long time, not one you could vibrantly remember anyway. Your thoughts calmed for a moment, each twang of the guitar recentering you in this serenity, your fingers tapping absentmindedly on the glass now sitting ignored in your lap.
“I ain’t carrying you home,” he teased, one of your eyes opening into a slit to peek at him.
“Can I have a blanket at least?” you jested in return, enjoying the toothy grin stretching up on his face.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Another gulp of liquor preceded your meditative state returning, his song continuing longer after finding the perfect harmony. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when silence roused you from tranquility, his fingers pulling the glass from your lazy grip.
“No, keep going,” you mumbled, it was almost a whine, but a breathy laugh followed the request.
“Yes, ma’am.”
It seemed darker, a little cooler, Ellie’s lights were still on but some of the surrounding windows that had been illuminated before were now black. Joel seemed indifferent to the late hour, decades of long, days-long stretches without sleep still wearing on him, the dark circles beneath his eyes improved but not indiscernible. His hair had grown longer, the length now closer to what you recognized from your time on the road, the curls behind his ears beginning to reappear.
“You should get home,” he announced, pouring a glass of whiskey and downing it in one shot, “We got an early mornin’.”
“Yeah,” you agreed, already missing the state the night had put you in and hoping it lasted long enough to get you to sleep, “Okay.”
“Want me to walk you?’
“No. I’m okay. Thank you though.”
A restless night followed, the faint hint of a song replaying in the back of your mind enough to at least stop you from screeching into the gray morning light as it filtered into your windows, the cold sweat coating your skin enough to remind you of the horrors that had filled your nightly rest. You dressed quickly, eating breakfast slowly as you watched the clock tick closer to 7 AM. The sun greeted you a little later each morning as autumn approached, the air still with its overnight frost stinging your lungs as you took off towards the stables. Joel’s house was on your way, the hope of crossing paths with him inflating in your chest like a balloon all to be popped as he was nowhere to be found despite your slowed steps.
The stables were bustling with the team of six heading out, the Miller brothers, Indy, Paulie, and Eugene all prepping their horses during your apparently late arrival. Indy teased you while you scrambled to fill your quiver and grab a few magazines of ammo for your handgun, your breathless thank you to her as she passed the reins to your saddled horse to you putting you in her debt. “Ellie’s laundry is now yours.”
“That is not a fair trade-off! For putting a saddle on!? Are you out of your mind?” you argued to your laughter, “I’ll help you. Best you’ll get.”
Despite the stakes and danger that lay ahead, the ride was surprisingly lighthearted. When the river came into view, however, business took over. Tommy and Joel had established that the hunters had likely moved closer, opting to camp for a few days between shifts. Jackson might have been a myth to some men, like Simon, but to others, its lands were a hunting ground for unexpecting survivors eager to regain some normalcy. Hunters, slavers, and cannibals alike stalked the woods preying on the innocent. Fear that this group was a faction of slavers was high, few groups took women and kept them alive.
“Okay, listen up,” Tommy announced, a plume of smoke visible from the shoreline of the river less than half a mile away, “Indy, Arrow, find the women. That is your job. Take out who you can, but the four of us will clear you a path. They ain’t gonna want to see any of us, it’s gotta be you. Understood?”
Not that you were a soft place to land, but you understood the sentiment.
“Joel and Paulie, take right, Eugene and I will take left,” Tommy finished, Joel’s grumbles of protest were heard throughout the group as you suppressed a smile, “We’re all making it out. No questions asked. Be safe. Be smart. Home for dinner.”
“I am not cooking,” Indy butt in, “Not this time.”
“Well, the Bison it is then,” Eugene conceded, “I could use one of Seth’s sandwiches. Haven’t had one in a bit.”
“Okay, focus,” Joel snapped, “We can worry about dinner when we’re all out. Alive.”
“You’re insufferable when she’s around…” Paulie mumbled what he though was only to himself, Tommy’s arm immediately shooting out to stop his brother from lunging, “Eugene and I can take the right! He’d get me killed keeping his eyes locked on his prize.”
“I swear to God!”
“Shut the hell up! Both of you!” Tommy snapped, “Joel, with me. Jesus Christ.”
“You should look a little less excited,” Indy whispered in your ear, your jaw snapping shut at her warning.
Gravel cracked beneath your boots as you crept towards the muddy bank, not a soul spotted mingling about yet, red flags waving in all of your heads as you continued the approach. Indy was muttering under her breath about how fucked this was, there was no way this wasn’t a trap, and you were inclined to agree.
“It’s too quiet,” you hissed at Joel as the two of you took cover behind a large boulder, the camp completely visible and notably deserted, “Something is wrong here.”
“Yeah,” he growled, “Shit.”
“Look, camp’s empty,” Paulie spoke too loudly, everyone’s wide eyes shooting to him filled with confusion and rage, “maybe they left something behind.”
“Push forward,” Tommy commanded, you and Joel both sighing in disagreement, “We gotta at least look around.”
With weapons drawn, you crept forward, noting that even though this camp was haphazardly put together, it was expansive. Someone had no intention of leaving here anytime soon, the question was where that someone might be. The silence was deafening, your leg throbbing as memories clawed at your fragile psyche that had just begun to shoddily repair. It had been silent that day too, until gunfire echoed through the neighborhood and the pain became too much to resist.
“Hey,” a deep southern voice rumbled from beside you, “I got you.”
“He asked me to bring her back,” you choked, recalling the ride back to Jackson with Simon and James in tow, “either way.”
“And we will.”
If only the confidence in his voice was reassuring.
Muffled voices were heard, halting all of you in your tracks, cover being taken as Joel went ahead alone, your heart hammering as your eyes stayed locked on him, your finger twitching against the trigger of your gun as every muscle tensed waiting for the need to strike. When Joel halted and crouched behind a pile of firewood, his arm shot up, four fingers pointing up towards the sky. Six on four was no concern, in fact, it was probably almost too easy.
“Okay,” Tommy began, the plan now being set into full motion, “Ladies, you know your job, we’ll do the rest. Search every tent, they gotta be in one of ‘em.”
“There has to be more than four,” Indy warned, pulling you back down to the ground as you rose, still staring at the man ten yards ahead of you.
“Maybe. Maybe not. They’re probably out huntin’ and this our time for an easy strike. We pick those four off and take the rest out at the wall when they come lookin’. Easy.”
The logic made sense. It was now or never, with or without Indy at your side. As she went to press her argument with Tommy, you took advantage of her distraction, taking off uncaring of who followed. You and Joel had taken out more than four hunters in your day, you could do it again. The sound of your boots had him rising to his feet, his finger pointing to a larger tent off in the distance, the one the men were closest to. There was no doubt in your mind he was right.
With a nod, you were off, Indy hot on your heels as the men engaged the four sitting around a fire, somehow managing to finish the job without a shot going off in an attempt to not alert anyone who may still be lurking nearby. The tent you and Joel had assumed housed who you were looking for turned out to be filled with supplies, ones you hoped you had the time to search through later, leaving you and Indy to search the remaining half a dozen tents.
“Nothin’?” Tommy asked as your head emerged from the third with a downtrodden expression, “Shit.”
“Maybe they’re deeper in the woods,” you suggested as Indy came back from searching the final three with nothing, “It would make sense. Isolate them, make them feel stranded, helpless.”
“Okay. Fan out, whistle if you need. No more than ten minutes and we regroup. I’m serious. I don’t like this.”
Stress and tensions were high as you and Indy walked deeper into the woods, her warnings it was time to turn back went unheeded; they had to be here, they had to be somewhere. A whistle from your right set your feet into a sprint, Paulie and Eugene standing outside a dilapidated shed sealed with too shiny a padlock. A hand stopped your gun as you raised it, Joel coming to stand beside you with a look of warning in his eyes.
“Be smart,” he cautioned in a low voice, knowing how you got in high stake situations, “I’ll get it.”
The butt of his shotgun took out the lock in three blows, the edge of the door shattering at the impact. You went in first, your blood running ice cold in your veins at the sight before you.
“Oh my God…” you muttered, Indy’s equally shocked breath echoing beside you, “Joel…”
“Christ,” he exhaled, his hand pulling you slightly behind him as he surveyed the group of eight all staring at you with wide, terrified eyes, “We’re here to help…and we don’t have much time.”
Indy took over, the group sighing in relief when everyone was on their feet. At least they could walk. The walk back to the horses was quick and guarded, the six of you forming a perimeter around the women all huddled together, one visibly pregnant but you doubt she was alone in that. They were understandably skeptical, but somewhat hopeful it seemed, all of them looking to you like a beacon of hope, of reason.
“Get them on the horses. Indy, Arrow, can you share one?” Tommy strategized, with fourteen people and six horses, this had turned into a predicament, “Paulie, Eugene, get on the last one. Joel and I will walk.”
“I want to check that tent,” you reminded them, Indy staying back to help get everyone loaded up to go while you, Joel, and Tommy advanced, Paulie and Eugene staying planted in the middle ground.
There was some food that would come in handy, various boxes of ammo you stuffed into packs uncaring of what it was, you’d find a use for it, and one little canvas sack of what felt like dry beans that had your lips lifting into a smile when you brought it to your nose.
“Hey Tex!” you called out, tossing Joel the bag as soon as his attention was on you, his brow furrowing as he peaked inside, the contents setting his face aglow.
“Well I’ll be damned,” he sighed, grinning so wide it sparkled into his hazel eyes.
“Hey,” Paulie snapped, “Why’s he get that?”
“Cause Deacon has a favorite,” Eugene answered with a wink in your direction.
“Deacon has a debt actually,” you corrected, movement catching in your peripheral.
The whistle of your arrow through the air caught everyone’s attention, the cry of a man taking a bolt to the chest cavity setting off a row of dominoes on a trail to disaster. As more men emerged from the trees, panic set in. Five turned to seven and then seven to twelve… Tommy was screaming at Indy to take off, don’t even slow down until the walls of Jackson were well in sight while Joel bellowed at you from behind a stack of firewood to get to the god damn horse, but as a chain of automatic gunfire cracked through the woods the world fell away.
Standing like a target in the middle of a field, the rattling of the assault rifle had you frozen in place. The echoes of FEDRA soldiers, the rumbling of a tank, the smell of smoke, gunpowder, and decay, the screams of the QZ citizens caught in a war zone…
“Tommy!” You didn’t know a Tommy. Who was Tommy? “Cover me!”
Cover him. You could cover. You knew how to cover. Your pistol was heavy on your thigh and cold in your fingers as you pulled it from its holster, firing off in front of you despite having no target in sight.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Maybe there was a target.
Whipping around wildly in search of him, your ears began to ring as a flash bang went off, shrouding your surroundings in a smoky haze. It all came flooding back as the piercing shrill grew louder, the smoke growing thicker as you began to choke, and you weren’t sure if the tears streaming down your face were a product of the burn or the memories that now went hurtling to the forefront of your mind and trapped you in your nightmares here in the light of day.
An arm wrapping around your middle pushed what little air you’d been able to bring into your lungs, your feet forced to shuffle as it pulled you backward, your back hitting something jagged and splintering as you were tossed to the ground and caged in. You couldn’t hear a thing, your eyes locked on the dirt as your body focused on its need for air. Someone was in front of you, you could feel the heat radiating off of them, something was grazing against your cheek, a jacket maybe, or the edge of a knife. You couldn’t be sure. Bullet shells rained down from above you, one brass cylinder falling into your lap, smoke still billowing from the searing metal, at least whoever it was wasn’t shooting at you.
“Joel, get her out of here!”
That name... You knew that name.
“Joel?” It was a plea, an anchor, a place to ground yourself.
His canvas coat was rough in your fingers as you realized it was gripped between your knuckles, the comforting sight of a red and black flannel coming into view as you breathed in the familiar scent of leather and wood. Joel.
“Move,” it was a command, his voice hard with what could be anger or focus, you couldn’t be sure.
A large palm swallowed your upper arm whole as you were lifted to your feet and forced to take off into a sprint you weren’t prepared for. His grip kept you upright every time you tripped, the whinny of a horse startling you as you were lifted and tossed into a saddle.
“You ride and you don’t look back, you understand?” he instructed, shooting his eyes over his shoulder, “Do you understand?”
With a snarl at your lack of response, he slapped the horse’s back end, your hands forced to grip the horn of the saddle for dear life as the horse took off in a gallop.
“Joel!” you yelled as you steadied yourself enough to look back and see him disappear into the trees and gunshots, “JOEL!”
Chapter 6
Pretty art of them from this chapter that makes me swoon (why is tumblr eating the quality of images worse than usual today. annoying.)
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us fic#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic
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National Hamburger Day
National Hamburger Day takes place twice a year, and there are other burger-related holidays throughout the year as well. Why more than one day for burgers? Is it because they are so good? Well, that may be part of it. Another reason may be there are so many people who claim to have invented the burger. Some sources say that Louis Lassen did it, at Louis’ Lunch in New Haven, Connecticut, on July 28, 1900. This is the reason why July 28 is one of the National Hamburger Days. The choosing of December 21 for a day devoted to hamburgers seems to be arbitrary and doesn’t appear to be connected to anything in particular. No matter who came up with the hamburger, it was created sometime around the turn of the nineteenth century, and its popularity was boosted at the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis.
Traditionally, a burger is also known as a hamburger and consists of a patty of ground beef that has been pan-fried, barbecued, or flame broiled, and it is served in a bun. Condiments such as ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, and relish are often included, as well as toppings such as lettuce, tomato, onion, bacon, pickles, and cheese. Besides the hamburger made of ground beef, there are many variations of the burger, such as the turkey burger, veggie burger, and bison burger. Burgers are commonly served at fast-food restaurants, diners, and even high-end restaurants. Some popular early restaurants that served a burger were White Castle starting in 1921, Kewpee Hamburgers starting in 1923, Big Boy beginning in 1936, and McDonald’s beginning in 1940. Although the hamburger was created in the United States, its name is taken from the city of Hamburg, Germany.
How to Observe National Hamburger Day
Celebrate the day by eating a hamburger! Even if you are a vegetarian, veggie burgers are an option! You could go out to eat for a hamburger. Chances are that you live in a state that has one of the 100 best burgers in America. You could also stop at Louis’ Lunch for one. This is especially fitting if today is the July National Hamburger Day, as it is the anniversary of the day Louis Lassen first served burgers. You could always make your own burgers too. If you want to get creative, try one of these recipes.
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Cooking.
Here is one recipe that I almost always have the ingredients for in my pantry and freezer.
Chili.
(I am a meat eater so bear that in mind. )
This makes like 8-12 servings depending on how hungry I am on a given day.
Here's the ingredients:
In the freezer: 1 lb of ground meat of your choice. Hamburger is good, they had a sale on bison recently at my grocery store, I have some venison from the specialty shop, as a treat for someday.
In the pantry: big can of diced tomatoes. This one's 1 lb 12 oz.
Also in the pantry, various canned beans. I picked up one of black beans and one of mixed salad beans because I like the different colors. One medium onion, that you dice to about half inch squares. Tomato paste if you like a thick chili.
This to me is the bare minimum, I do usually add garlic, I do often add half a beer or the tail end of a bottle of wine if I have one lying around. I can spice it as my mood suits: peppers, 🌶️ 🫑, heavy on cumin and rosemary or not. Often I have the tail end of a jar of salsa, I did today. I decided between finishing the jar of tomatillo salsa or dumping the pesto into the pot, decided I can add pesto later if I want to.
One great thing about how I make chili is I don't even have to defrost the meat all the way. I dice my onion, defrost the meat enough to get it out of the packet, and into the pot. Couple splashes of vegetable oil if it's a low fat meat. Start it browning, use the spatula to chunk the frozen meat into littler pieces.
Add the diced onions halfway through, continue breaking the meat up until it's most of the way brown at least and only a little bit pink. Salt into the pot, a small handful over the meat and onion, mix thoroughly and keep breaking up the hamburger with your spatula.
Leftover cooked veggies 🥦🫛🍆🥕go in great at this point if you have some and want to.
The last of the jar of minced garlic 🧄, both cans of beans 🫘 with their water, the diced tomatoes 🍅, and half a cup of wine 🍷 because we didn't finish the bottle last night. I'm a Dionysian, you don't have to put any wine or beer 🍺 in at all, I just... It's like a tribute.
Moving on.
You could add leftover hummus to thicken this or tomato paste.
This fills my large stockpot pretty well. And then I let it simmer at medium low heat for long enough to cook down a little.
And, because I have ADHD, it's best not to let myself sit down and tumble for a while, or if I do sit down I should set alarms so that I remember to go stir the pot and scrape the bottom so I don't cook the food to the bottom of the pot 😇
I like to eat it as is, or sometimes with cheese or rice and if I'm feeling fancy I'll try and make up a cornbread. Haven't tried it yet with Mac&cheese but it's probably gonna be good.
I should probably say here that my husband would want me to eat this with a salad 🥗.
Yes, dear. 🥰
This meal brought to you by having one of those days where I couldn't figure out what to eat and then it had been 4 hours since I ate, so I grabbed my emergency potato chip stash, and once my brain was refueled, I got to work making something I can almost make in my sleep.
I'll be filling several take out tubs with the leftovers from tonight. It gets better the longer it sits, freezes well, stays pretty good in the fridge for several days and maybe up to 2 weeks?
Feed yourself and Future Self will thank you. Feed your friends and loved ones.
#stews and chili#chili#izzy cooks#izzy's photos#feed me seymour#i was hungry#time for seconds#izzy writes#Izzy's life
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NOT saying you are wrong for complaining about needing 3 different kinds of meat for a meatloaf recipe -- but there IS such a thing called "meatloaf mix" that is a blended grind of all 3 types. we sell it at my work
it IS totally bogus that 3 types of red meat are called for a meatloaf recipe tho. use 85% lean ground beef and mix it with 93% lean ground turkey. or don't. i'm not your dad
One thank you for the forbidden meat knowledge I've never seen that where I shop but I'm gonna have to look for it now or ask about it!!
But yeah I do know it's common to mix meats when making stuff like meatballs and meatloaf, I just usually see it being like only two like beef and turkey or beef and pork, and I don't think I've seen a recipe call for veal specifically. More often it's lamb, which my grocery store did have, tho lord was it pricey, but yeah, I've never seen veal for sale here.
(Though funnily enough they did have bison which I'd be down to try. However that stuff was like nearly $10 a lb and idk if I can justify that for something like meatloaf.)
And I mean not being able to find it might just be due to where I live, but I've lived all over and never specifically noticed veal for sale?? My only thought would be to try whole foods but then we're back at the problem of price and like, living near a whole foods(the only one near me is like a 20min drive ffs) or maybe a farmer's market but yeah price, location, and most of those are very early in the morning. We do have a university that has a cattle location thing for people going for that sort of degree that does sell meat, but yeah no idea where to get it or when or how much it is or what they even have. All of that is a lot of extra time and work which could be saved by just sticking with what Safeway already has.
But yeah I'm used to basic as fuck meatloaf that's made with just beef, and if I was gonna try to go slightly fancier I'd assume getting beef and pork or beef and turkey, or like idk maybe beef and lamb, or like occasionally I see beef, pork, and turkey, but that's rare-er and the ones with three meats don't usually call for something like lamb or veal. Just like...idk calling something basic and then expecting three meats right up front is just like...sir I believe we have a different definition of the word basic.
The beef and turkey one sounds good tbh I might try that next time or that +pork when I have the funds, and I'll def ask about the meatloaf mix cuz that would make things way simpler, so def thank you for the tips on both of those!
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