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Lukadrien Drabble: Nachtmusik Chapter Twenty-Three

A Little Night Music (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik) Chapter Twenty-Three: Sour Cream

“I appreciate you so much,” Adrien moaned through a mouthful of sour cream.

Luka tried not to watch as Adrien’s tongue wrapped around the spoon, a blissful look on Adrien’s face. Luka took a deep breath and pressed a palm over his mouth to suppress an agonized moan of his own. He felt lightheaded; all the blood in his body was rushing south.

“He’s straight. He’s straight. He’s f-ing straight, and he trusts you, Luka Couffaine, so keep your mind out of your pants and your FRIEND out of your fantasies…. God that tongue…uh.”

“Thank you for keeping your fridge stocked for us,” Adrien continued, smiling obliviously at Luka from where Adrien lounged on Luka’s bed. “You have got to let me pay you back for the cheese. I know Plagg eats a lot.”

“Do not,” Plagg snorted from where he was curled up on the pillow Adrien had claimed as “his”.

Adrien laughed sarcastically. “Do too.”

“I don’t eat as much as you do,” Plagg retorted sullenly, in a foul mood because Luka had been out of Brie.

Adrien turned back to Luka and opened his mouth to elicit agreement when it dawned upon him that Luka was staring. “…Did I get some on my face?”

Thankfully, Adrien did, in fact, have sour cream at the corner of his mouth, so Luka was able to nod and point to the corresponding spot on his own cheek.

Unfortunately, Adrien used his tongue to clean up the wayward dollop of cream, sending Luka’s hormones into a flurry all over again.

Luka made a disgruntled noise.

Adrien raised an eyebrow, completely unaware of the power his tongue had over the other teen. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Luka protested a little too quickly.

Adrien chuckled and shook his head, dismissing the episode. “Want some?” He scooped up a bite and held out the spoon to Luka.

Luka, in spite of himself, gravitated over to the bed, taking a seat next to Adrien.

“Say ‘aahh’,” Adrien coached.

Luka closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting Adrien feed him, letting himself have this moment of indulgence.

He winced as the sour cream actually hit his tongue.

Adrien cackled in delight at the disgusted look on Luka’s face.

Luka tried not to choke as he forced himself to swallow. “That…” He coughed. “…is nasty. How can you eat that straight? Don’t you have a gag reflex?”

Adrien shrugged, happily spooning another bite of sour cream into his own mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is delicious. I love the creamy texture. It’s just a little bit more tart than Greek yogurt, and I kind of like that. Greek yogurt is too sweet sometimes. Well…the plain Greek yogurt is good.”

Luka sighed, reaching out to tussle Adrien’s hair lovingly. “This is because no one feeds you sugar. If you had ice cream more than once a month, you would not be able to eat that sour stuff.”

Adrien shrugged again. “Why don’t you just get out the cookie dough, Orpheus?”

Juleka came into the main cabin to find Luka slumped on the couch.

His hair was in disarray, and he was clothed in pajamas he’d probably been wearing for a day or two now. He stared blankly into space as he ate spoonful after spoonful of sour cream straight out of the container.

“You’re up,” she observed. “…Have you been drinking again?”

He blinked a few times before his eyes registered her presence and focused on her. “The liquor cabinet is locked, and I gave the key to you to hide, so I don’t see how I could be drinking.”

Juleka shrugged, coming around to sit on the couch next to him. “Just checking.”

She didn’t dare bring up the fact that he could buy alcohol elsewhere (…if he ever went out). She didn’t want to put the idea into his head.

“That stuff is disgusting,” she remarked, indicating the half-empty sour cream container.

Luka nodded and took another bite, wincing as he did so.

“You’re going to make yourself sick.” Juleka reached for the container, trying to take it away.

He pulled back defensively.

She put her hands up in surrender. “Hey, okay. Suit yourself,” she snorted. “…Why are you eating that stuff?”

He shook his head.

She wanted to ask if it were an Adrien thing, but she didn’t want to poke that particular tiger in case it snapped her hand off and turned her brother back into a self-destructive, raging alcoholic again. Juleka never knew which buttons were okay to press anymore.

“Are you okay?” she asked instead.

Luka shook his head. “…Today is Adrien’s birthday. He’s seventeen….”

Juleka nodded. She wanted to groan and shake him and tell him that it had been eight freaking months, but…

He turned his head and looked at her urgently. “How is he? Is he okay? Do you see him very often? I was thinking maybe I could give him a gift…maybe a recording on a CD or some new tracks on a flash drive or something. Something small that you or Rose could sneak him, but…”

Juleka shook her head sadly. “We’re in different classes this year. I don’t see him much, and, when I do, it’s from a distance. I get the impression he’s avoiding us.”

Luka nodded slowly, the animation draining from his face. He took another bite of the sour cream and winced.

She placed her hand over his, stilling it. “Luc, please stop. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

With a sigh, he set down the container and the spoon.

She picked them up, taking them over to the sink where she rinsed out the rest of the sour cream, washed the spoon, and tossed the container in the recycle bin.

Luka went back to staring absently at the far wall.

Juleka sighed, going back over to sit by her brother. “Hey.”

She tapped her knee against his.

“Why don’t you play your violin?” she suggested, indicating the instrument on the seat of the couch beside Luka.

He shrugged, picked up the violin and bow, and brought them into position like an automaton. He started to play Saint-Saëns’s Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso, imagining Adrien playing the missing piano part.

To Juleka, the plaintive wails of the violin sounded like a swan crying in vain for its lost mate.

Tears welled up in her eyes for her brother and the palpable weight of his suffering.

Silently, she hoped Adrien was having the day from hell for what he had done to Luka.

“Fiiiifth, come back to beeeed,” Luka groaned.

“Fiiiiirst,” Adrien echoed. “I am starving. Do you know how many calories we just burned? I feel faint.”

Luka rolled his eyes. “Are you really hungry, or do you just want to eat sour cream? Because if you’re actually hungry, I’ll make you dinner…despite the fact that it’s nearly midnight.”

Adrien shrugged, fishing a spoon out of Luka’s desk drawer.

Luka eyed his lover hungrily as Adrien bent over.

“I kind of just want to eat sour cream,” Adrien confessed. “Making food would involve showering and putting clothes on because I don’t think the Capitaine and your sisters would appreciate us using the kitchen naked.”

Luka covered his face with both his hands and moaned.

“What?” Adrien snickered.

“I’m imagining you prancing around the kitchen of our future apartment wearing only an apron,” Luka confessed.

Adrien hummed appreciatively. “I want a house. No upstairs or downstairs neighbors to complain that we’re too loud…and I don’t just mean your instruments.”

“God,” Luka hissed. “Please come back to bed. You’re killing me.”

“Yeah?” Adrien chuckled sadistically, taking his time sauntering over to sit on the bed beside Luka.

“Yeah,” Luka breathed, rolling over onto his side to press airy kisses along Adrien’s hip and leg.

Adrien took a bite of sour cream, smirking around the spoon. “Goodness. Look at what a mess you are.”

“Adrien,” Luka whimpered, reaching out to trail fingers slowly down along the inside of Adrien’s thigh.

A soft purr began to rumble in Adrien’s chest.

“No,” he chuckled, reveling in Luka’s ardent want. It was good to be wanted, needed. “I’m eating. You’ll have to wait.”

“Nooooo,” Luka whined, hand slipping between Adrien’s legs. “Now.”

Adrien gasped, beginning to change his mind about the sour cream. “Well…” he replied levelly for appearance’s sake. “I guess I could draw all over your body with sour cream and then lick it off, if you really can’t wait.”

Luka paused, looking up curiously. “…Serious offer?”

Adrien thought about it. “Uh…well…I mean…other people lick whipped cream off of one another, don’t they? I don’t see why we couldn’t use sour cream. It’s probably going to get your sheets dirty, though.”

“Dirtier,” Luka corrected with an ironic laugh.

Adrien looked down at the spots already starting to dry on the bedding. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed. “Dirtier.”

“Do it,” Luka begged, and Adrien spent the next twenty minutes finger painting with sour cream, using Luka’s body as his canvas and cleaning it all up with his tongue.

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richonnejustdesserts · 7 years ago

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Teacher’s Pet : A Richonne Round Robin Fanfic

A small town sheriff and preschool teacher find love thanks to the cutest little matchmaker around. [RATED: T]

Chapter 2 (written by @cranesinthe-sky)

Michonne hummed quietly as she walked into the grocery store, grabbing a shopping cart from the front before heading over to the produce section. Her sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor as she mentally tried to remember what she had put on her grocery list that she had inadvertently left on her kitchen counter before leaving out of the house that morning. Right after her daily early morning run, she came back with a hungry stomach and a mostly empty fridge that contained only a couple of bottles of water, an apple and a container of plain greek yogurt.

The week had been a long and exhausting one. Between preparing for open house, planning activities for her class of twenty kids and attempting to unpack the rest of her belongings after her recent move to King County, she felt the need to slow it down for the weekend and take a breather. She planned to explore around the small town later on that day, to get a feel of living in the country instead of the busy city of Atlanta that she was so accustomed and familiar with.

The move from Atlanta to King County in the middle of the school year wasn’t her initial plan, but after her recent breakup with her ex-boyfriend, Mike, and the need for a change of scenery, she decided to take a leap of faith. She had heard of an opening at the elementary school in King County from an old colleague of hers and thought it was the perfect opportunity to take on. So far, she loved it. Each student was different in their own unique way with different personalities and work ethics to match. However, throughout her years of teaching, she noticed that there was always one student that stood out from the rest and would often became the most memorable for the year. She knew it was early on in the semester, but she could already tell that Judith Grimes would be this year’s most memorable student. Yes, she was a ball of energy, but she was such a delight to have in the classroom. She was always volunteering to help and was eager to learn and answer questions- the perfect student in Michonne’s eyes.

Although, thinking back to the night of open house, Michonne realized that Judith brought something else to the classroom and she had not been able to shake him from her mind since.

Rick Grimes.

Michonne had tried to keep her eyes off of him while she spoke with the other parents, but she somehow still managed to sneak in little glances here and there. That southern drawl lingered in her ears and those blue eyes were etched in her mind for the rest of the night. She swore that a spark had occurred during their brief interaction, but she quickly decided to keep whatever it was at bay. Being interested in and potentially dating a parent of a current student was too risky and against the hard set rule she had set for herself at the beginning of her teaching career. She knew how gossip tended to spread quickly, especially in a small town, and her professionalism would be questioned. The whispers would hurt not only her, but the student as well, and she would have none of that.

After she had visited every aisle and grabbed all of the items she needed, Michonne made her way towards the one register that was open. A small smile tugged at her lips when she recognized the man that had been on her mind for the last couple of days, with the brown curls and gray scruffy beard that were hard to miss. Judith was beside him, tugging on his leg as he pulled out his wallet to pay the cashier, a frown on her face as her small voice begged him to purchase a lollipop on a nearby stand. A couple of feet behind Rick stood a young boy around the age of twelve- who Michonne assumed was his son Carl- occupied with a handheld video game console that made a ping noise every other second.

As Michonne moved closer to the register, her movement caught Judith’s eye and the little girl’s face immediately broke out into a smile, pulling away from her father and running towards Michonne. Rick looked up a slight panic then amusement once he saw the scene at hand.

“Miss A!” Judith cried out, hugging Michonne’s legs before pulling away. She fidgeted in excitement at the sight of seeing her favorite teacher outside of school. “I told Daddy I saw you here.”

“Did you?” Michonne grinned. She glanced up to see Rick and Carl making their way towards them, a brown paper bag in Rick’s hand and a small smile to match her own. Michonne introduced herself to Carl, who was his father’s mini me, before moving to Rick. He nodded his greeting, his eyes focused on hers as her cheeks warmed in response.

“Mr. Grimes,” she said gently. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise,” he offered. His eyes scanned over her face, free of makeup and jewelry, but yet, still the same beauty he had witnessed just a few nights ago. He quickly averted his gaze once he caught himself, focusing instead on his daughter who was standing on the tips of her toes trying to take a peek into Michonne’s cart.

“What did you get, Miss A?” Judith asked curiously as Rick tried to maneuver her away.

“Judith, that’s enough,” he warned firmly. He gave Michonne an apologetic look that she quickly dismissed with a wave of her hand.

“It’s fine,” she assured him. “Let’s see. I have some ice cream, milk, eggs, vegetables, chicken and tomato sauce.”

“Are you going to make homemade pizza?” Judith piped up as she eyed the can of tomato sauce. “Mommy makes homemade pizza with me and Carl at her house.” She turned to her father, a teasing look on her face and a glimmer in her eye as she continued, “But Daddy doesn’t know how to make pizza at his house because last time he burned it so he takes us to Uncle Glenn’s pizza shop.”

Rick sheepishly ran a hand through his hair and was about to interject when Michonne said to Judith, “Well, I love pizza, too, so I’ll have to check this place out.”

“It’s not too far from our house,” Rick found himself saying. Her eyes immediately met his. “My friend Glenn owns it. We go there at least once a week. You should try it out sometime.”

He paused, contemplating on whether he should invite her out or not. He knew that she was new in town and didn’t know a lot of people; it would be the perfect opportunity for her to meet and get to know everyone. It would also be the perfect opportunity for him to get to know her.

Michonne nodded. She sensed that he wanted to continue on with his statement, but he stood there silently, awkwardly trying to think of a good reason to invite his daughter’s teacher out to dinner. Carl rolled his eyes as he watched the two adults stare at each other, a boredom hanging over his head. Trying to make the time go by faster until it was time to go home, he grabbed Judith’s hand and announced that they were going to look at the magazines. Within a few seconds, they were out of earshot.

“I’ll have to try it,” she replied softly, though slightly disappointed. In the back of her mind, she secretly hoped that he would ask her out. She didn’t want to go against her rule, but perhaps she could make an exception this time if it was presented to her. There was something about this Rick Grimes that drew her towards him and she wanted to know more about the handsome father.

She jutted her thumb out towards the register. “I should go pay for these and head on out. I don’t want the ice cream to melt before I get home.”

Rick nodded, his brows furrowed as the thought to just suck it up and ask her out again shot through his mind. But as he thought about the connection that Judith and Miss A shared, he decided not to do it so he wouldn’t ruin what they had. He only hoped that he would be able to stick to his plan.

After Michonne paid for her groceries and made some small talk with Rick, they made their way out to the parking lot. Rick made sure Carl and Judith were settled in his truck before walking two spots down to Michonne’s car help her pack away her bags into the trunk.

“Thank you again,” she said graciously, noting the way his blue eyes never left hers whenever she spoke.

“It’s no problem at all.”

He watched as she walked to the driver’s side of the car and opened the door. She paused before getting in, turning to him with a gleam in her eye.

“And try not to burn anymore pizzas.”

He laughed, rubbing at the side of his beard. “I won’t.”

Michonne got into the car and put the key in the ignition, starting up the car and feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioner. Through her passenger window, she could see Rick get into his truck and pull out of his parking spot, Judith’s voice wafting through the open windows. She sighed as she pulled out behind them. Dating a student’s parent was not a good idea so maybe it was for the best.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

#author: cranesinthe sky #richonnne #richonne fanficiton #richonne round robin #teacher's pet #rjd writing network

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birdshirt1-blog · 6 years ago

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Eggplant and Yogurt Spread with Saffron

When Anissa Helou told me she was writing a book on the foods of the Islamic world, I was surprised, and a little curious. I didn’t know much about the food, but I am always drawn to the flavors, and ingredients used: Lots of vegetables, olive oil, pulses, grains, olives, spices, handmade cheeses and flatbreads, fresh fish, and grilled meats. In short, the kind of food I could live on, and sometimes, I do.

A few years ago, Anissa invited us to dinner in her loft when she was living in London, and started with a spectacular, but simple, puree of eggplant and labneb with orange saffron juice resting in pools over the top. I was familiar with Eggplant Caviar, Moutabal, and Baba Ganoush, but the idea of mixing eggplant with tangy fresh cheese was a revelation.

She gave me the recipe, which I’d planned to make since that evening, but it got buried in the bulging folder of recipes called “Recipes to Make” that’s part of a larger stack of folders in my kitchen, and office, that keeps growing and growing and growing.

So I was thrilled to find that Anissa included the recipe in her book, Feast: Food of the Islamic World, which prodded me to give it a go. The book itself is huge; over 500 pages, with a subject, and scope, that merits the heft. The book starts out with an eighty-page chapter on breads, everything from saj to Syrian fatayer, ovals of dough filled with cheese, parsley, and spinach.

There’s an Indonesian multilayered bread, called Martabak, filled with curried lamb and scallions, I’ve bookmarked because the idea of having a recipe for fried bread with a spiced lamb filling is too much to bear, and I need to make it. There’s a Baked Rice Cake with Lamb, from Iran, that features a very crusty exterior of crisp rice, enclosing a filling of tender, braised lamb. And I’m eyeing the Semolina Cake, called Basboussa in Egypt, which I think would be great with a juicy cherry compote or fresh summer fruits.

Even though some of the dishes are unfamiliar and may sound daunting, there are step-by-step photos of many of the preparations, to hold your (and my) hand, as we go.

The recipe also gave me the chance to finally crack open the saffron I got in Sicily. Real saffron anywhere is expensive, but there isn’t anything else like it. Using something else is like substituting nonfat milk for cream in a recipe; the extra expense is worth it. Fortunately, you don’t need a lot for this recipe, but saffron really does heighten everything it lands in, including this spread. A lovely Iranian woman gave me some saffron from her homeland a few years ago at a book event and it’s so precious to me that I keep it very well-hidden. (Come to think of it. Where did I put that?…)

Eggplant isn’t the prettiest thing to photograph, but when sautéed with good olive oil, onions, and garlic, it turns into something silky, and tasty, and works magically as a base for (and with) other flavors. And regarding olive oil, people forget that olive oil isn’t just something that keeps foods from sticking to the pan. It’s a flavor. I thought the original recipe in the book had too much, but corrected myself after I stirred in the eggplant when I was cooking it, and found that it was necessary for moisture, and – yes – for flavor, when I tasted it later.

A word about that labneh: The recipe is called Eggplant and Yogurt Spread (Borani-e Bâdenjân) by Anissa, and yogurt is the base for labneh. I tried it with Greek yogurt and it didn’t have the right assertive tanginess and texture to stand up to the eggplant. You can buy labneh at most Middle Eastern markets, but it’s incredibly simple to make your own – you basically strain plain yogurt for a few hours, or overnight, and that’s it.

Feast is one of the few books that, as soon as I arrived and I opened it, I sat down for a good thirty minutes just to read through it. It’s a wide-ranging book on a cuisine, and a culture, that are unfamiliar to many of us, and I’m looking forward to learning – and eating – more from it.

Iranian Eggplant and Yogurt Spread with Saffron

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Adapted from Feast: Food of the Islamic World by Anissa HelouA few notes on the recipe. This uses labneh, made by straining yogurt, and has more acidity than Greek or Greek-style yogurt, at least to my taste. So I recommend you use labneh. (It's easy to make - recipe here.) If you use Greek yogurt, you'll probably want to add a little lemon juice, to taste, when everything is mixed together.Saffron is a costly seasoning and well worth it. Be sure to buy from a trusted source, so you get what you pay for. If it's out of your budget, you could mix a little powdered turmeric with some hot water for the same effect, but note that it's not the same flavor (and not authentic), and stains anything it touches.Lastly, I was surprised at how much olive oil was recommended and tried cutting it back by half. As I cooked everything, I realized that it was correct amount needed to get everything to the right consistency, and flavor.

2 medium (1.2 pound, 500g) eggplants

1/4 cup (60ml) extra-virgin olive oil

1 medium onion, peeled and thinly sliced

2 cloves garlic, peeled and minced

kosher or sea salt

freshly-ground black pepper

1/2 cup (125g) labneh

pinch saffron threads

1 tablespoon water

1/2 cup (50g) toasted walnuts, coarsely chopped

1. Preheat the oven to 350ºF (180ºC). Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

2. Prick the eggplants a few times around them with a paring knife. Set the eggplants directly over a gas burner and roast, turning occasionally with tongs, until they are soft and wilted, 5 to 10 minutes. (The longer you leave them on the flame, the more "roasted" they will taste.) Place the eggplants on the prepared baking sheet and bake until they're soft all the way through, 20 to 30 minutes.

3. Remove the eggplants from the oven and when cool enough to handle, split them open and scoop out as much as the pulp as possible, and set it in a mesh strainer or colander. Let drain for 20 minutes, stirring it a few times while it drains. Once it's drained, mash the eggplant with a fork until it's a chunky puree.

4. Heat the olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Add the onions and season with a bit of salt. Cook until wilted and translucent, stirring constantly, about 5 minutes, then add the garlic and cook for 1 minute more.

5. Add the eggplant and cook for another 5 minutes, stirring occasionally, seasoning with salt and pepper. Remove from heat and cool completely. Add the saffron to the water and let it steep.

6. Stir in the labneh and scrape the spread into a wide serving bowl. Spoon the saffron threads and the liquid over the spread and sprinkle with chopped walnuts.

Serving: Serve the spread with pita bread, or another flatbread, or crackers.

Storage: The spread will keep in the refrigerator for 4 to 5 days.

Source: https://www.davidlebovitz.com/iranian-eggplant-and-yogurt-dip-with-saffron-recipe-anissa-helou-feast-cookbook-labneh/

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rainhorn6-blog · 6 years ago

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Eggplant and Yogurt Spread with Saffron

Even though some of the dishes are unfamiliar and may sound daunting, there are step-by-step photos of many of the preparations, to hold your (and my) hand, as we go.

Iranian Eggplant and Yogurt Spread with Saffron

Print Recipe

2 medium (1.2 pound, 500g) eggplants

1/4 cup (60ml) extra-virgin olive oil

1 medium onion, peeled and thinly sliced

2 cloves garlic, peeled and minced

kosher or sea salt

freshly-ground black pepper

1/2 cup (125g) labneh

pinch saffron threads

1 tablespoon water

1/2 cup (50g) toasted walnuts, coarsely chopped

1. Preheat the oven to 350ºF (180ºC). Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

5. Add the eggplant and cook for another 5 minutes, stirring occasionally, seasoning with salt and pepper. Remove from heat and cool completely. Add the saffron to the water and let it steep.

6. Stir in the labneh and scrape the spread into a wide serving bowl. Spoon the saffron threads and the liquid over the spread and sprinkle with chopped walnuts.

Serving: Serve the spread with pita bread, or another flatbread, or crackers.

Storage: The spread will keep in the refrigerator for 4 to 5 days.

Source: https://www.davidlebovitz.com/iranian-eggplant-and-yogurt-dip-with-saffron-recipe-anissa-helou-feast-cookbook-labneh/

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