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samingtonwilson · 5 years ago

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Mac and Cheese

Summary: Bucky takes the last box of frozen mac and cheese, takes your phone, and makes you fall in love with him. The audacity of that man.

Prompt: “This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket”

Pairing: bucky x reader

a/n: i wrote this and was fully done formatting it and everything, like, 6 months ago. i didn’t post it because it’s approx. 82% nonsense but i figured why not post it now when it’s still 82% nonsense but im struggling to finish everything else. so taal, long time vegan, writes a story about mac and cheese and, listen, idk what this fic is either. can i write a fic without adding sam to it? no.

Mac and cheese. That’s all you want. Disgusting, frozen, usually-quite-mushy-if-not-microwaved-correctly mac and fucking cheese.

The kind with the layer of cheese on top. The kind with that real elbow pasta, not rotini or penne or seashell pasta— real macaroni. The kind you try to only eat one serving size of before you eat everything in the package. The kind you always gravitate to when your eyes are stained red, swollen, and too proud to be anything other than dry.

You take the subway. You switch lines. You endure the smell of the F train during rush hour when you aren’t sure where your thigh ends and the thigh of the woman sitting beside you begins. All for that one Trader Joe’s, out of many, in Brooklyn the hipsters abandon before six because the coffee shop next door closes at five.

Your feet ache in your boots and you’re pretty sure a rock has somehow lodged itself between your toes, it’s starting to rain and you have no umbrella, you don’t think your throat has ever felt so parched.

But you tuck your phone into your back pocket and march into that store with the hideous overhead lighting that makes your skin look like it hasn’t seen a bottle of toner in days like you’re Hades, the box of mac and cheese is Persephone, and Trader Joe’s is Mount Olympus.

You aren’t planning on smiling at anyone in greeting. You aren’t planning on making eye contact with anyone. You aren’t even planning on waiting politely behind whoever is inevitably idly standing in front of the pasta section of the frozen aisle— you’re going to say, “Excuse me.” Like the badass, New Yorker, on-the-verge-of-tears bitch you are and you’re going to toss that mac and cheese into your basket like you’re Steph Curry at the NBA Finals.

Lines are long when you walk in, cashiers bored-looking and tired. The produce section is a jungle of stay at home fathers and people who make their own pressed juice, the salad display a mess of college students trying to eat healthy.

Your eyes accidentally meet those of a toddler who is slyly plucking a grape from a bag he had no intention of spending his allowance on and you smile.

You hold your basket like a designer handbag and dilly-dally only for a moment to pick up some yogurt for breakfast tomorrow.

And some inauthentic babka because there’s no way in hell you’re going to endure Zabar’s after this.

And a package of olive oil popcorn, a bottle of three dollar chardonnay, and string cheese.

But that’s it. Self-control.

You feel the chill of the frozen aisle before you step into it. You feel the magnetic pull of that box with only one step in its direction. You stop for just a second to grab the mini mango and cream pops.

You almost roll your eyes to yourself when you see that someone is indeed standing right in front of the frozen selection of pasta. He’s staring at two boxes— a red one in his gloved left hand and the one in his right hand green.

As you grow closer you notice behind his curtain of dark hair that his eyebrows are knit together and he’s frowning at a decision he must be forcing himself to make.

Sophie’s Choice, but involving mediocre excuses for Italian food and no Nazis— hopefully. Because who really knows these days?

He wears a forest green hoodie under a black leather jacket, black jeans tight around thick thighs. Boots, too. You think you might swoon.

And you wait behind him. You tap your foot, shift your weight, and chew on your bottom lip. You don’t say anything.

He looks over his shoulder when you curse under your breath and set the heavy basket at your feet. He’s apologetic— and handsome— by the looks of it, blue eyes slightly widened and lips downturned. “Shit,” he says as he takes a few steps to the right. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. You kick your basket with the toe of your boot until it lightly smacks against the bottom of the freezer. “No problem. It’s a big decision.”

His eyes lift from the boxes and he smiles. “Biggest one I’ve gotten to make in a while.”

Setting your hands atop the cold metal railing, you stare down into the freezer. You see farfalle with roasted tomatoes, rigatoni with pesto, ricotta and spinach ravioli, roasted vegetable lasagna, cauliflower gnocchi, chicken parm, and… an empty space.

You tilt your head.

You lean away and crouch to read the description cards, looking for the bubble letters to tell you where on Earth your saving grace is. When you spot the card, you stand again. The indicated space is empty, your heart is empty, your will to live is—

A box of organic pesto tortellini is tossed back into the freezer and you look up. Your eyes might lose their prideful dryness at any moment, even in public next to that handsome stranger with the nice jacket and,

the box of mac and cheese.

You gasp audibly and leap backwards. You point at the box in his left hand.

With an expression of panic, he holds his hands— and the box— up in innocence. “It’s okay. I’m not—”

“What the fuck is that?” you shout to gain the attention of customers you don’t even perceive, waggling your finger at the box. Your wide-eyed stare, and bared teeth, and messy hair must be terrifying. You hope they are.

He looks down at his hand. An eyebrow lifts. And, confusedly, he asks, “The box?”

“Yes, the fucking box!”

“It’s mac and—” he meets your gaze again. You’re wearing your anger like armor. But you aren’t scared. Bucky thinks he might never have felt such relief at a woman’s anger. “It’s mac and cheese.”

You shake your head. Wildly. Your neck hurts. “It’s the last box of mac and cheese!”

He glances at the box, then back at you. He jabs his thumb over his shoulder. “They might have some in the back—”

You shake your head again. A hint of devastation cracks your voice as you say, “It’s Monday night. Trader Joe’s restocks Tuesday night. This is usually all they have left.”

“I—” He pauses. “Is this shit really that good—”

“No, it’s not but that’s not the point!” you’re shouting again. And crying. Oh, God, you’re crying. In public. “The point is my building is going co-op!”

He tilts his head. “Your building is—”

“And I have to buy my apartment if I want to keep it! And they don’t give raises at my job to women unless they’re willing to suck something I won’t say in front of that kid right there,” you nod toward a little girl in a pink raincoat with her pin straight black hair in pigtails who stares at you in bewilderment. You sniffle. “So I quit. And I’m proud of myself for it. Because I have integrity, and I have self-respect, and I have no gag reflex, so the rejection should kill my boss dead.”

He cracks a small smile when you let out a short, watery, pathetic laugh. Easily, he holds the box out to you. “I hope your boss is dead, too.”

You laugh again and don’t hesitate before taking the box. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve. “Thank you. You’re nice.”

“Not a popular opinion, but one I’ll certainly take.” He’s smiling and it’s warm. “Sorry— about all that.”

“You’re apologizing to me? I just screamed at you in the Trader Joe’s freezer aisle over mac and cheese.”

He shakes his head and picks up his own basket when you grab yours. “Your building’s going co-op and your boss deserves to burn in hell. You should get all the mac and cheese you want.”

You reach into the freezer for that green box of tortellini he’d thrown in, tossing it into his basket with a smile. Steph Curry at the NBA Finals. “Still. I’m sorry for yelling and I hope the tortellini doesn’t suck too bad.”

“It’s frozen pasta. My expectations are low.”

You hum a laugh and walk past him to the crowded lines at the registers. “As they should be.”

It’s when you’re lost in the sea of customers and Bucky is deciding between frozen palak paneer and frozen lamb vindaloo with basmati rice that he feels a tug at the hem of his jacket.

He looks away from the green and orange boxes, lowering his gaze to meet curious almond-shaped eyes beneath blunt black bangs. He smiles and she returns it. “Yes?”

She reveals her right hand, which she had hidden behind her pink raincoat, and holds a phone up to Bucky as far as her arm will let her.

“Is that your phone?”

She shakes her head and giggles. Loud, happy, and squeaky. “Yelling lady dropped her phone.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together until a woman, much closer to his height, steps behind the little girl. She takes the phone the girl holds out and offers it to Bucky when he straightens his posture. Her smile looks like the little girl’s. “We figured you would have a good chance at getting it back to her.”

He takes the phone and nods his thanks. Pressing the power button reveals a picture of you and a dog, a large, fluffy dog with its pink tongue hanging low. You’re smiling brightly and, oddly, it seems like the dog is, too.

—

“So you just took her phone? Didn’t even ask an employee to keep it there in case she came back for it?”

Bucky, watching the tray of pasta rotate in the microwave, scowls. “I would’ve if I’d known that was an option. And stop eating my fuckin’ chips.”

Sam tosses back another handful of kettle-cooked barbecue potato chips in defiance so the obnoxious crunching echoes through the kitchen. He smiles sarcastically when Bucky snatches the bag and rolls it up. Half is already gone. “You come up with how you’re gonna get it back to her?”

“Thinkin’ about asking Pepper to post a picture of it like it’s a missing child to that ‘Tweeter’ nonsense,” Bucky replies dryly. He’s glaring at Sam as he leans his hip against the counter. “You and I both know I haven’t come up with shit.”

Sam snorts and is smiling in amusement, deep brown eyes alight. Bucky hates the sight. “Tweeter. You’re so fuckin’ old.”

It’s been hours since Bucky took the phone from who he learned is little Vivienne and her mother, and he is no closer to getting it back to you.

He’d tried looking for you at the store but there were too many people for a Trader Joe’s that Yelp claimed was the least busy in New York for that to yield results. So he returned to the Tower. He thought about asking Tony to look into the doohickey but figured an invasion of privacy should be the last resort.

He pulls the tray from the microwave with nimble vibranium fingers and sniffs the pasta before setting it down on the counter. He removes a bowl from one of the cabinets and dumps the steaming pasta in it, a sprinkle of freshly grated parmesan from a tub he’d bought— also at Trader Joe’s— a finishing touch.

“She’s cute,” Sam says when the screen lights up with an incoming text notification.

Bucky spins his fork between his fingers as he walks around the counter to sit on the barstool beside Sam’s. He glances at the phone as well. “Very cute,” he agrees. “She had a shitty day. Something about her apartment goin’ co-op. Whatever the hell that means.”

Sam frowns. “Means she’s gotta buy the place. And with New York real estate prices right now,” he shakes his head with a sigh. “She better have a well-paying job.”

“Quit that today, too.” Bucky takes a bite of the pasta and hisses as it burns his tongue. “Boss is a creep that asked for some action in exchange for a raise.”

“Jesus. Poor girl.”

The tortellini isn’t great. It’s a little bland, a bit too dry, and there isn’t enough filling— but it’s better than Bucky had expected. He takes another bite. “Yeah. And I took the last box of mac and cheese. Which is what she went to the store for.”

“I’m surprised your head wasn’t chopped off.”

Bucky smiles. “She yelled— a lot. Was crying, too, ‘til she said something and made herself laugh.”

Sam then begins teasing Bucky juvenilely for having a crush until both men are laughing and shoving one another to see who falls off their stool first, Sam only relenting when Bucky hands the potato chips to him again as a peace offering.

The bowl is in the sink and the chips are down to just crumbs when a loud ringtone— an instrumental version of an R&B song Bucky recognizes from Sam’s many plays of the original— shocks the two of them.

It’s from an unknown number and Bucky is unsure if he should pick up until Sam swipes answer and puts the call on speakerphone. “Hello?”

A sigh. Bucky doesn’t know if it’s one of relief or frustration. “I’m hoping whoever this is found my phone and didn’t steal it.”

Sam shoves Bucky’s shoulder with a toothy grin and Bucky rolls his eyes. “The little girl you almost traumatized in the freezer aisle found it and gave it to me.”

Another sigh— the relief in this one is obvious— and you’re laughing. “It’s you— tortellini dude. Must’ve fallen when I crouched down.”

“Seems like it, yeah.”

“So are you gonna ask for my address or do I have to schlep over to Avengers Tower?”

Bucky and Sam exchange a look. “Avengers Tower?”

“You weren’t exactly in disguise— I realized who you are the minute I left the store. Would’ve recognized you right away but I was in my own head and you aren’t my favorite Avenger.”

Bucky smiles. “Yeah? And who is?”

“Falcon.”

Immediately, the phone is taken from Bucky’s hand. “Hi, baby, you’ve got Falcon.”

A gasp, a pause, then you laugh. Audibly stunned laughter. “You guys actually hang out with each other? That’s cute.”

Before Sam can reply, Bucky flicks his forehead— in reply to which Sam elbows Bucky’s ribs— and takes the phone back. “I can bring your phone to you whenever you’re free.”

“Awesome. I’m unemployed now so any time tomorrow is fine.”

You tell him your address before hanging up and he wishes you a good night. Your laughter is the last thing he hears before three beeps signify the end of the call.

—

Bucky takes the subway. He switches lines to the F train. He tries not to mind the overpowering smell of stale B.O. and deli meat leftover from rush hour, the skittering steps of a rat across the floor in the adjacent empty car. He ignores those who stare at him intensely enough to burn the fabric right off his skin. All for that one apartment in SoHo.

He thinks the gash below his ribs might still be leaking as the warm, moist subway station air blows past him. He can feel that cluster of bruises above his knee— the one from the pipe the hostile operative had ripped off the rickety walls of a nearly destroyed Hydra base— every time he takes a step, more so as he climbs the stairs.

He knows he must be quite a sight with combat boots and tac pants worn and dusty, a simple bomber jacket thrown over a ripped, sliced, stained compression tank. His mind is blank, his eyes shadowy, the ghost of something terrible lurking behind blue and grey.

Posture stiff and muscles cold, steps crisp despite the ache, he follows the familiar path and manages to form the thought of turning around. Not bringing this all to a threshold— or, more accurately, a windowsill— he’s only crossed three or four times. He’s too weak, though.

It takes one rap of his knuckles against the third-story window for a lamp to flicker on, gauzy drapes pushed aside. You smile as he lifts the window open, stepping aside as he enters the apartment with careful grace. He feels less guilty when he sees that your bed is still made and your hair isn’t the tangled mess it usually is when he bursts in at a late hour.

“I have a door.”

“Okay, show-off.”

It’s when he steps into the light of the standing lamp in the room’s corner that your quiet laughter gives way to a soft gasp.

He doesn’t like the widening of your eyes or the way you gently lift the right side of his jacket, fingers light against the torn fabric. But you laugh again, and it shakes in nervousness. “You know I’m not a doctor, right? Or a nurse? Or even a pharmacist with high self-efficacy?”

He nods and, despite himself, there’s a smile pulling at a corner of his lips. His eyes brighten a little. “It’ll heal itself.”

“Confidence. I like that in a burglar.”

Before he can take a step further into your bedroom, you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and point at his feet. “Boots.”

He kicks them off with a sigh and a groan when the shifting of his knee sends a tremor up his leg. His jacket is tossed aside as well, and he catches the black t-shirt you throw to him. You’d washed it, folded it, and put it in your closet.

Just a little more brightness. “You owe me mac and cheese.”

“Oh, I owe you mac and cheese? We’re really holding onto shit from four months ago?”

He nods again and pulls his tank off, withholding a wince.

Eyebrow raised, you cross your arms over your chest. You’re giving him a narrow look but, because you’re clearly struggling against a smile, it’s one of his favorites of the expressions you’ve ever offered him.

You give him a towel next— pastel blue. “Shower and then we’ll see about me owing you something.”

He wants to say thank you, do more than smile.

But he knows if he so much as opens his mouth while you’re looking at him the way you are, he’ll tell you he’s fallen in love with you over the last four months, that maybe he’s been in love since you screamed at him in the freezer section of Trade Joe’s.

He’ll go to say thank you, but the words of a Byron poem he’d learned to impress a girl in his English class more than eighty years ago will come pouring out or he’ll simply kiss you like he wishes he could on the nights he can’t sleep or during the missions he can just barely endure.

He’ll go to say thank you, and then tell you with no clarity whatsoever that you’re what he finds comfort in when he’s had a hard day. That the disgusting, mushy, nothing-compared-to-fresh mac and cheese is just an excuse.

But he just smiles. And nods. And takes a shower.

His hair is still wet as he stands across from you at the kitchen counter. There’s a bowl of steaming pasta between you, a spoon in his hand and a fork in yours. “You’re dripping onto the counter.”

With a cocking of his eyebrow, he shakes his head and you sputter a laugh, shoving his shoulder. “Bucky!”

He laughs then, fully and happily, as he reaches over to wipe the drops from your cheeks and forehead. You only smile back, the gleaming of your eyes making him feel warm all over.

“This shit’s terrible, by the way,” he says after a minute of staring.

You shrug a shoulder. “Told you.”

“And you fought me for it. Publicly.”

You shrug again and laugh. You lean your elbows atop the counter to match his relaxed posture, dragging a noodle through a particularly large puddle of melted cheese.

Looking up, your nose nearly bumps Bucky’s and you hope he doesn’t hear your breath stall. You try to smile. “Makes me feel better when I need to fill that hole in my heart.”

“With cholesterol?” he jokes.

“Yes. It’s excellent. It’s like spackle.” As he laughs and you roll your eyes, you push off the counter to stand straight. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Yeah?”

You hum. “I’m seeing an apartment I want tomorrow and need the rent lowered. And you’re the Winter Soldier.”

He considers that for a moment and you burst into laughter just as his eyes narrow into a fond glare. “You want me to scare them into lowering the rent?”

“Don’t think of it as you scaring them,” you begin, rounding the counter to stand next to him, hip leant against the marble, “think of it as you being an amazing friend and helping me.” A moment later you add, “By scaring them.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. He glances at the bowl to avoid the risk of staring at you for too long. “Fine.”

You grin. “You really take no convincing.”

A snort and he meets your gaze. “Only when it comes to you. I’m afraid you’ll start crying again.”

“So I could ask you for anything and you’d probably say yes?”

He shrugs a bit, then nods. Who is he kidding? You could ask for his right arm and he’d give it to you.

“Okay. Go on a date with me then.”

There’s a pause— in the conversation, in his chest. “A what?”

“A date. It’s like dinner, or coffee, or a movie, or something.” You grin when he takes half a step in your direction and his hands grip onto the counter at either side of you. “It’s this thing people do when they like each other.”

Something much more than like is in the sparkling of your eyes and the tilt of your head. Something that might match exactly what’s in his eyes whenever he’s around you. His insides burn at the thought.

“I know what a date is.”

“They had those back in your day?”

He nods and leans forward. “Not from the Stone Ages.”

Your lips brush lightly against his, hand set on his chest to feel the rapid beating beneath. You smile and he thinks he might melt. “Could’ve fooled me with that hair.”

Laughing, he presses his lips to yours a little harder.

—

Apartment littered with unpacked boxes, misplaced books, and askew furniture, you sit on top of the counter where Bucky works. He’s twirling a knife through his metal fingers, arranging sprigs of chives on the cutting board with the flesh ones.

He smiles when he catches you staring at the pan cooling on the stove. “S’not done yet.”

You sigh. Loudly, heavily. “You took it out of the oven. That means it’s done.”

“It needs to cool for a few minutes or you’ll burn off your taste buds. You want to burn off your taste buds?”

“You want to burn off your taste buds?” you repeat in a high-pitched, taunting voice. You’re scowling and, somehow, look to be on the verge of snatching the knife from him to stab it through his chest. “Maybe I do.”

Less than a minute later, you groan and add, “I don’t care how good you are in bed. I’m about ten seconds from dumping you.”

Swiftly, he chops the chives and turns around to sprinkle a bit into the baking dish. “You know, most people would say thank you.”

“Most people don’t have to wait an hour while their boyfriend attempts to make mac and cheese when there’s a perfectly good box in the freezer that would take four minutes.”

“It’s worth it.”

In all honesty, he doesn’t know if it’s worth it.

He’d asked Sam for a recipe and did his best to follow it despite the autocorrect which had changed “gruyere” to “grape year.” But he trusts it since Sam generally knows what he’s doing in the kitchen. Unlike Steve who had continuously attempted to chime in with useless suggestions such as, “Maybe don’t add the paprika.”

“Just trust me,” he urges as if replying to the growling of your stomach which has interrupted his search for the plates he could’ve sworn he’d unpacked. He’s crouched and searching the lower cabinets as he adds, “You’ll fall in love with me after you try it.”

“Who says I haven’t already?”

He stops searching.

He peeks his head above the edge of the counter and, his eyes wide, he sees you pulling two plates from a box placed on the small nook table. Your smile is small and a bit sheepish— the latter something he’d never seen from you.

“You never took them out,” you tell him, the clatter of ceramic on the wooden surface loud when you set the plates down. As you approach and he stands to his full height, you sigh and roll your eyes at the look he gives you. “Yes, I love you. It can’t be that shocking.”

“It isn’t.”

“Someone should tell your face that.”

Chuckling over the heavy thumps in his chest, he leans forward to kiss you but pauses just to say, “I love you, too, by the way.”

When an empty dish sits between the two of you, Bucky’s stomach warm and full of over three-quarters of it, you stand from the table and walk to the freezer.

Shooting a smile over your shoulder, you grab the familiar red box and toss it into the stainless steel trash can. Steph Curry at the NBA Finals. “I’m never eating that shit again.”

#this reader is a human disaster #dkjfgdkjgj #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff

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renlimotroll · 4 years ago

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Darling, my dreams came true

⚠️ Warning: BL/ Personification/ Imagination/ Out of Character/ Cursing ⚠️

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with boyxboy.

A/N: I wrote this during ungodly hours, so there might be grammar errors. I’m so stressed with work and this happened. This story was born as I was talking to my friends about my MinSiru imagines and listening to Aimer. Also, this is just my imagination, so please don’t take it seriously.

Enjoy! 🤖🐶

Love, Ren 🌻

Summary: When he’s sleep-deprived, Siruko gets weirdly affectionate, especially towards a certain green head. Everyone knows what’s going on, but of course, Siruko is the last to know about his actions and feelings.

Pairing: 🤖🐶

AU where Bintroll are still youtubers but they live in the same house.

(Story continues below)

It was a great day. The sun was shining warmly outside, and Siruko feels well-rested and refreshed. He stretches then gets up, deciding to check his notifications later and get brunch first. He can smell coffee and something delicious coming from the kitchen. With his luck, Mintosu could be cooking curry and wouldn’t that be the best brunch ever.

He doesn’t know why he felt disappointed that it was Ichihachi cooking, but Ichihachi-kun’s pancakes smells and looks really good so he grabs a plate and forks a piece. Siruko wasn’t aware of the knowing eyes that were watching him carefully as he prepares his coffee. Since Siruko seems to be not fully awake yet without coffee, he didn’t notice how Ichihachi, Quartet, Jiraichan and Hakotaro were side-eyeing each other in a silent communication.

After he had at least drank half of his cup and felt more alert, the purplehead finally noticed the weird atmosphere at the dining table. “What?” He asked. Jiraichan was smirking, Quartet was making weird faces, Ichihachi was looking at everywhere but him, and Hakotaro look so done already even though Siruko doesn’t know for the life of him what he has done to earn that exasperated look on his younger brother. It’s way too early for this. “What?? Shouldn’t I be receiving morning greetings instead of… whatever this is??”

“Well, you certainly have a good morning, don’t you?” Jiraichan raised his eyebrows teasingly.

“Chotto, Jiraisan,” Ichihachi warned.

Siruko was bewildered. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, Siruko-san! Good morning!” Quartet quipped a little too brightly.

Siruko glared at them suspiciously. “Good.. morning.”

“Oh for goodness’ sake!” Hakotaro shook his head and rolled his eyes heavenward. “Niisan, your shirt!”

“Aww there goes our fun.” 🐻

“Way to go Hakotaro.” 🐰

“I wanted to wait and see if Siruko-chan notices it himself.” 🐱

Siruko blinked and followed his younger brother’s words to see.. he was wearing something green. Very green. Something that suspiciously does not belong to him and very particularly belongs to someone else. His face turns bright red like a tomato.

“I-it’s not… I-I’m not… W-we’re not…!” If he could spontaneously combust like a DbD generator with a missed skill check right now, he would. Siruko instantly knew what his friends were thinking and they were wrong!!!… or were they? He’d know if something happened, right? As far as he knows he didn’t really go drinking. He was editing videos and… he does remember Minben-san not letting him drink any more Red Bull, but that was it. He did feel dizzy and queasy yesterday with his migraine, but he didn’t throw up on anyone, right? What the hell happened last night??

Hakotaro rolled his eyes so hard for the second time already even though it’s still early. His older brother was so hopelessly trying to solve what happened that he can practically see equations and formulas appearing from thin air. “Save it Niisan. We all know that–”

“Aaaaah--!” 🐻

“Hakotaro–” 🐰

“Stop–!” 🐱

“When you’re extremely tired, you go to Mintosu-senpai and do… I don’t know what to call that… skinship??” For once, the usually sure-of-himself Hakotaro was at loss for words. “You’re just so affectionate it’s so out-of-character, and you literally have to have some body part of yours touching him! You slump on his back, on his shoulder, on his lap, which, by the way, stopped being funny after the fifth time and just started to become so gross now.”

“F-fifth time??” Siruko definitely did not squeak with a high tone.

Ichihachi cleared his throat. “We stopped counting after the tenth time. And Minben-san always carries you to bed when that happens. He makes a show of complaining about it, but he drops everything he’s doing just to come to your aid.“

“T-t-that..’s n-n-not.. I- uh.. I..”

Jiraichan made sympathetic noises. “If it helps, we’re actually wondering why you can control yourself better when you’re drunk. It only happens when you’re really, really exhausted, like when you’ve stayed up for more than 30 hours.”

“I– what?? S-skinship??”

“You almost punched Quartet-san once because he was trying to make you go to bed and he tried to, and I quote your words, ‘separate Minben-san and I apart!’ ” Ichihachi supplied unhelpfully.

“I– what??” Siruko.exe stopped working and can only ask one-word questions now. It took him a few seconds to process this, and another few to actually believe it. Why are they telling him these... lies?! This can’t be true, right? And why is he only finding out about this now?! Siruko is really starting to re-think considering them his friends, because they’re enjoying this way too much, and they are set on ruining his otherwise perfect morning.

“There goes the bet.” Quartet said nonchalantly, as if talking about the weather.

“BET?? WHAT BET??” Nope, Siruko did not screech. That was a manly scream.

“We guessed you didn’t know you were doing it and we’re right.” Jiraichan explained with a smug smile. “We kinda have a betting pool as to when you’ll realize. Until your dear brother..”

“I’m just sick and tired of this, okay? It’s been a year!” Hakotaro threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “Niisan, if you like Minben-san so much then just go confess to him!”

‘W-WHAT??! I-I DON’T–“

“Everybody knows, Siruko-san.” Jiraichan informed him mercilessly, like the psycopath he is. “Us, Hanae-san and the others, even the old lady in the market selling fruits. Everyone.” He put his finger to his lips and looked thoughtful. “Except Minben-san.”

“I–what?” Siruko stammered for the third time.

Hakotaro took pity on his brother, who was doing a perfectly good impression of a Magikarp. “We’re just saying, Niisan, this madness has to stop. You turn into a cuddle monster around Minben-san when you’re exhausted, and the poor man gets a heart attack every time you do. It’s driving all of us crazy, so if you really love your otouto, you’ll get over yourself and confess. Or so help me, I’ll find a locker where I can push the both of you in so you can talk about your feelings!”

“I don’t really do that, do I?” Siruko bit his lip worriedly. He went to the house of the one person in this world who wouldn’t betray him, hoping to get some clarity and possibly some remedy for this whole mess.

“Well…” Gzira look pained to admit it. “Remember when I had to stay overnight last week to help you with Hanachan’s video?”

“Yeah?” Siruko bit his nails nervously.

“You were so tired you were mumbling the theme song of Doraemon.”

“So?? That’s not weird, you know?”

There was an awkward pause, before Gzira resumed. “Backwards… you sang it backwards. It was kinda impressive.” Siruko whined like a child upon hearing that. He’s so close to having a mental breakdown. Why didn’t anyone tell him this? Friends, his ass.

“I was honestly worried and I kept telling you to take a rest, and when I woke up the next day I found out you were still awake. I had no idea what to do, you were so stubborn! So I called Hakotaro over. He said, ‘There’s only one solution to this’ then walked out. When he came back, he brought Minben-san with him.”

“Oh no,” Siruko groaned in despair, feeling his whole face and neck burn with humiliation.

“Yeah. Want me to go on?”

“Ugh.”

“You smiled at him so tenderly and hugged him.”

“No. Stop.” Siruko buried his face in his hands.

“And you called him ‘cuddliest robot ever’. And you practically climbed all over him like a koala. It was so weird I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. Like I wasn’t in the right dimension.”

“Mou, Gzira-kun!” Siruko screamed into his hands. So much for the peace of mind he was hoping for.

“Then he carried you to your bedroom. I don’t know what was weirder, you reverse piggybacking him like a beetle on a tree, or Minben-san actually letting you do that.”

Siruko sulked. No way this happened. Although, there was something he was curious about. “What.. what did he…“ he asked, knowing that Gzira would get his message.

“Okay, don’t freak out, but he did look fond. Like, he liked carrying you to bed. I don’t even think he noticed Hakotaro and I standing awkwardly at the side because he was just looking after you. He even patted your hair. He practically melted when you started nosing his neck.. eww by the way.” Gzira made a face, remembering the scene which seemed so domestic.

“Umm…” Siruko could not believe what he was hearing. He… he did that? And Minben-san… did that?

Gzira continued. “Weirdest experience ever. Hakotaro said it was a regular thing. I got surprised when he said that the only person who could convince you to go to bed when you’re past the 30-hour mark was Minben-san. He even included me on the betting pool.”

“I hate you.” Siruko crossed his arm grumpily.

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.” He sighed in defeat.

“Look, why don’t you just tell him how you feel? It’s been a year, don’t you think you’ve been harboring these feelings for a long time?”

Siruko can’t even begin to imagine the horror. “No way! Minben-san… he’d never like me that way!”

“Why not?” Gzira challenged.

“You know! I’m just a regular guy! I’m not even good at anything! There’s no reason for him to like me!”

“Siruko-san…” Gzira scolded his friend tenderly. “Stop belittling yourself! You’re the smartest, kindest person I know–okay, well maybe Sensei is that too–but you’re a pretty neat person! Anyone would be lucky to have you!”

“You’re just saying that coz you’re my friend.” The purplehead pursed his lower lip out.

“No, I’m saying it because it’s true. And as your friend, I want you to stop overthinking things and just, just try to tell him what you feel, okay?”

“What… what if he rejects me?” Siruko whispered sadly.

Gzira sighed internally. He loves his friends, but sometimes they’re just… too dense. He just wished this pining would stop so they can all be happy. “You guys are so perfect for each other, you’re both oblivious idiots. Just trust me on this. Minben-san’s got it just as bad for you as you for him.”

Siruko wished he could believe him, but he just can’t. Dreams are just that… dreams. Like fairy tales are fairy tales. There’s no way that Mintosu would fall for him, and even though that thought hurts, it’s the reality. Mintosu liking him was just… a fantasy after all.

Yes, everybody was wrong. Siruko grumpily mashed his keyboard, trying to clear the level on the game he was playing and failing miserably. His character kept on dying, and it’s frustrating. Once his character got stuck somewhere between two walls, he decided to give up and shut down his computer. He stared at the black screen reflecting himself.

There’s no way Minben-san would like him. Look at him. There are big dark circles under his eyes, his hair was always messy, and he’s thin as a tooth pick. He doesn’t go out of his room that much, he’s not even that good in games, and the only thing he’s good at is maybe memory games. That’s so lame, right? Unlike Mintosu’s friend, what was his name again? Akoroshi. Now that is a talented guy. Knows English, good at singing, really good at games. It’s just impossible. That’s why he never confessed. He couldn’t even begin to compare with that guy. And what if Mintosu rejects him? Then the friendship he tried so hard to treasure will be gone, it will be awkward as hell since they are all practically homesharing, and maybe he’ll lose the only connection he has with Mintosu. So no way. He’d never confess.

It was a bit hard to avoid Mintosu because you know, housesharing, but Siruko feels like he’d done a pretty good job. He thinks he’s done really well in monitoring if he’s reaching 30 hours of no sleep or managing his exhaustion levels so that no embarrassing thing could ever happen again. He had to vigilantly avoid doing things that was second nature before, like falling asleep on Minben-san’s shoulder during movie night or hitting each other’s knees while playing Mario Kart, because they were just friends! Only friends! It was probably awkward for Minben-san to help not carry him to bed, and maybe the guy was doing it out of some friendly obligation or guilt, and Siruko never wants to put anyone in a situation like that where one forces his friends to do something for him. He keeps his distance now, toning down his actions to just behind the friendship lines, and plasters a smile on his face while pretending he doesn’t see the confused, slightly hurt looks Mintosu was showing as he avoids him.

It was almost successful and he could probably live like this for the rest of his life (hiding his pain) until his so-called beloved friends, his family even, corners him in the kitchen, the place where it all started. Siruko should seriously consider finding his own place to live.

“You’re being very ridiculous right now Siruko-san, and I don’t have much patience for ridiculousness.” Jiraichan says in a tone that means he’s about to pull out knives from his jacket. Very pointy knives that he likes using. “It’s bad enough the bet was cancelled. That was the only thing keeping me from locking you two in a vault and welding the bolt shut so you two can finally make out.” Siruko flushed red when the images came to mind, but shook his head. It was just a stupid fantasy, it didn’t make his heart clench painfully at all. Nope.

Quartetchi followed up immediately. “Sorry Siruko-san. It was fun when there was a bet in place, but now it’s just annoying. You two are the biggest pair of dense idiots in the world.”

“Look Niisan, before, you and Minben-san just irritated me when you both flirted with–”

“We do not–!!” The older brother interrupted indignantly.

“Yes you do!” Hakotaro almost raised his tone in frustration. “You bicker like an old married couple, and as much as it irritated me to see my Niisan and my senpai flirting but not even knowing they do, now it feels like whatever sanity I still had has just gone and you both are being so… so… gaaah!”

“What Hakotaro means to say is,” Ichihachi tried in a gentle tone, “you guys are playing the biggest game of chicken in the world. It was fun when we could tease you both about it and make money out of your hopeless romantic-ness, but now that we can’t, we need you to get your heads out of your asses and do something about it or we will.” He threatened calmly.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about!” Siruko raised his arms wildly in desperation, his voice breaking. Why can’t his friends just leave him and his misery alone? “Minben-san and I are just friends! What do you want me to do?!?!”

“Oh my god Siruko-san!” Quartetchi complained. “If I didn’t love you as a friend I’d bash your head in that marble sink! How can you be this dense? Aniki’s been walking around with this sour, grumpy face like someone set his PC on fire, and you’re acting like a hurt puppy! A hurt, cruelly-kicked puppy! This has to stop!”

“Mintosu-san LIKES you, Niisan!” Hakotaro emphasized on the like. “How could you miss that? How do you not see--”

“He doesn’t!” Siruko crossed his arms stubbornly. “He’d never! Why would he–”

“If you finish that self-depreciating sentence, I will take out my mines and let you explode right there!” Jiraichan narrowed his eyes. Siruko gulped.

“Okay, that’s it! I’m done. Guys help me.” Quartet suddenly hauled Siruko’s arms up, and Ichihachi grabbed both his feet and lifted it up. The Bintroll leader yelped in surprise and tried to struggle, but Jiraichan and Hakotaro glared at him with that ‘If looks can kill’ face, and he can’t really do anything, not unless he wants to drop like a sack of potatoes to the floor painfully. Jeez, the grips of these two are so tight!

They dragged him upstairs to Mintosu’s room, where he was streaming APEX. Jiraichan opened the door with a bang so loud Mintosu jumped from his seat and hit his knee on the table. Hakotaro grimaced internally, that looked painful. Mintosu let out a string of profanities that shocked his viewers.

“What the fuck’s goin on??!”

The viewers were all alarmed and the comments flew so fast in the chat stream, all wondering what happened to their favorite green robot gamer. Bloodhound died, and Mintosu had to return to the main screen. Suddenly, a purple blob was dumped into his lap and a scream of pain was heard. Mintosu winced and turned off the mic.

“What the fuck guys?! I told you not to come in when I’m–” oh. Siruko-san. Siruko-san was on his lap, grimacing in pain at being dumped unceremoniously. Mintosu’s brain short-circuited and he could only blink.

“Minben-san, my Niisan likes you. A lot. And we know you like him too. I know you think you’re being subtle when you think Niisan’s not watching, but we’re not idiots like him. We know. Everyone does.”

“I- what…” Mintosu unknowingly echoed Siruko’s words from before.

“Just kiss already you idiots!!” Jiraichan yelled with his high-pitched voice. For all his size, he’s really scary when he’s angry. “C'mon guys, let’s go!” The pink fairy stomped angrily and headed out, while the others followed suit. At least Quartet and Ichihachi had the decency to apologize. Siruko thinks he needs to find new friends, they’re so rude!

Before Hakotaro closed the door, he glared daggers at Mintosu, “Look, I can’t say I like the idea of you making out with Niisan, but you make him happy, so please keep doing so. If you ever hurt my Niisan, I know Limone-sensei and everybody else will help me bury your body where no one can find it.” Mintosu nodded, believing the younger one will totally do that. Siruko flushed red upon hearing his brother’s shovel talk.

"I’m really happy if you guys finally get together, but please remember to get your hands off of each other and keep the PDA to a minimum, at least when I’m around.” And with that, the blonde closed the door. The silence that followed was really uncomfortable, and Siruko prays, Ground, swallow me up!!, wondering if it was possible to die out of humiliation.

“So… umm…” Min-san sees the flow of comments asking where he is out of his peripheral view, but he couldn’t care less, not when the person he’s been crushing on for a long time is blushing so hard on his lap right now, and he looks really adorable. Mintosu had wanted this. For so long. If this is a prank, he’s going to kill those guys. But he wants to believe that maybe, just maybe, he has a chance.

Siruko stubbornly refuses to look at him out of embarrassment, and Mintosu just rolls his eyes, even though he’s flustered too. Whatever, he thinks, because he’s never going to let Siruko go after hearing that. He rearranges him in a more comfortable position and mutters, “Okay, before I start the stream again, I’m gonna get this out. I like you, so fucking much, so after this we’ll talk and maybe get some food. Now, stay still and stay quiet.” Mintosu shakes his head to rid of his jitters, places his fingers on the keyboard and mouse, and turns his mic on. “Sorry bout that minnasan, there was a little bit of a commotion, just the bintroll guys messing around, but everything’s fine now. Really fine!! In fact, I’m feeling so good today, I might even get diamond today! Watch out! Hahahaha!” And the fight is on.

Once or twice, Siruko tries to wriggle his way out, but frankly Mintosu feels very warm around him, and being encased around his arms just makes him feel all sorts of giddy and calm at the same time. Mintosu just growls softly when Siruko tries to move so he gives up and watches his.. wait–are they boyfriends now?– maneuver Bloodhound perfectly and get a few kills. This is so embarrassing but at the same time, it’s all he ever wanted. He’s so happy he could just burst. Part of him wonders if he’s dreaming, but that dump was really painful so this must be real. Mintosu rests his chin on his shoulder, and any disbelief of reality he has disappears quickly, because that weight on his shoulder can’t be fake. Soon Siruko feels very sleepy and warm, and even though his heart still feels like it will burst out of his chest, maybe, just maybe, he can start to believe that Mintosu actually likes him back. Mintosu is actually warm and surprisingly comfortable even though he’s talking gibberish and laughing loudly in his ear, and Siruko starts to nod off against the gamer’s chest a few times. He doesn’t understand why he feels sleepy, but he can just always blame Minben-san later.

He blinks blearily when Minben-san carefully slots him into his bed, and the green guy turns off the lights and covers them with his blankets. It smells like detergent and Mintosu and home, and this isn’t the situation he had always imagined being on Minben-san’s bed, but it’s not that bad especially when Minben-san pulls him in and drapes his arms over him for a cuddle. Minben-san without his glasses always makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter, especially now that they’re so close he can practically feel Minben-san’s warm breath and heart beating loudly in his chest. The thought that Mintosu also feels whatever he is feeling is strange but comforting.

“Minben-san,” he whispers, so as to not disturb the electric peace in the atmosphere of the room, “they said we’re idiots.”

Mintosu chuckles and Siruko really likes it when he does that. “Maybe we are. Is that why Sensei keeps telling us that?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s because we’re idiots in another sense.”

“Tashikani.”

“So… you’re not into… Akoroshi-san?”

“What? No way! Yuck! I’ve never been interested in him that way! He’s just my best friend, that’s all.” Mintosu pauses. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Mmmmmm, maybe...?” Siruko sheepishly mumbles.

“Idiot.” He flicks Siruko’s forehead, resulting into the purplehead pouting cutely. Mintosu thinks he wants to kiss him, but he’s also content with this right now. “It’s you I like. A lot.”

“Why?” Siruko sounded so unsure and lost. Mintosu hates that. He knows that the purplehead tends to be insecure sometimes, which is absolutely absurd. If he could only see that everyone loves him, he would never second-guess himself.

“I just do. Honestly, why wouldn’t anyone? You’re amazing and everything. If anything, I thought you wouldn’t like me.”

Siruko starts to chuckle and Mintosu joins him. “Okay, maybe we really are idiots.”

“Right.”

“And for your information, I like you too. A lot. Actually, maybe I love you.”

Mintosu snorts. “Okay, then ‘maybe’ I love you too.“ Siruko smiles sleepily at that, and Mintosu’s heart skips a beat or two. “You know, you actually told me these a few times before, but I thought you were just being delirious or maybe hallucinating. You’re an idiot who really needs to sleep more.”

“As if you do! You’re just as bad as me, maybe even more!” Siruko wrinkles his nose angrily, and Mintosu thinks cute. “But.. really? I said that? That’s… embarrassing! Why didn’t you say something?”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna take anything your sleep-deprived brain says seriously. Once, you talked about giant ducks and how they’d take over the world one day. You mumble so many weird things, you idiot.”

That… was definitely weird. He can’t really blame his friends for staying away from crazy, sleepy him.

“Plus, well, maybe I like sleepy, idiotic Siruko-san.”

Pink dusted his cheeks. He can’t believe that Minben-san really put up with all of that craziness, but it did lead to this now, and Siruko decides to just stop doubting everything and take whatever happiness he can get. “Whatever. Sleepy Siruko likes you too, so shut up.”

Mintosu huffs, but his fingers run through his purple hair, and that feels really good. Siruko really wants to savour this moment, but his eyes are getting droopy and he doesn’t think he can keep them open.

“Sleep.” Mintosu orders softly.

“Hmmm…” Siruko answers sleepily. “Good night Minben-san.”

Well, what do you know, dreams do come true after all.

It was a great day. The sun was shining warmly outside, and Siruko feels well-rested and refreshed. Mintosu was cooking curry while he was preparing the coffee pot. Nothing really changed after last night, they still bicker a lot and tease each other to death, but this time, there are more leaning-to-each-other and maybe more skinship between them. It was a good morning. The four other Bintroll members were watching the strange love-hate interaction with fond but exasperated eyes.

“Anyone wanna have a bet? I’m betting six months before their first kiss.” 🐻

“C'mon, give them a little credit.” 🐰

“They wouldn’t have made it if Hakotaro didn’t interfere.” 🐱

“Yeah, and I would have won the bet.” 🐻

“No, you wouldn’t!!” 🐰

“Hmm… my bet is a week.” 🐱

“Uh, no way Ichihachi! It took them a year to tell each other that they like each other–actually no, without our help, it would have taken more than a decade! You really think they would kiss in a week?” 🐰

“Yeah! Just place your own bet!” 🐱

“But–” 🐰

Hakotaro drowned them out. Sometimes it’s really tough being the only sane member of this household, but this is family, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s happy as long as everyone is happy, even though everyone is an idiot.

“Finally.” He sighs to himself, seeing his brother and his senpai smiling, and moves to break up the ongoing fight between a kiss that’s really not their business.

It was just a normal brunch in the Bintroll household, but everyone is laughing, and this is happiness. Siruko really appreciates this second family he has, and if he moves to hold Minben-san’s hand under the table, well, sue his boldness.

“Ne~ aishiteru~” he says in his heart.

[A/N: I hope you guys like it! It’s been a year since I last wrote a story and my skills are a bit rusty haha. Also, it’s my first time posting a story on tumblr! It was fun coding but also so frustrating! My good friend cm made the pic! Thanks cm! Visit me on Twitter! Anyway, have a nice day! Panyanyanda!]

🌻

Owari~

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DMC Week Day 4: Food – Dante & V

Warnings: None, gen, no shipping.

V found it odd to be the first one back at Devil May Cry after today’s hunt and find it actually… pretty clean? No papers nor books were scattered around the desk, it was all neatly stacked upon the surface, right beside Dante’s photo of his mother. There was even a fresh scent in the air, as if the windows had been recently opened. And the old pizza boxes thrown away, finally.

“Huuuh, it’s like someone threw a magic spell over this place!” Griffon said, fascinated as he flew off to Dante’s desk.

“I certainly doubt it was Dante..” V admitted, setting down himself to sit at the sofa. “Since it is now looking rather presentable… let it stay like that.” He added, green eyes following his familiar who was stepping all over the desk with his talons.

“Oh ho, I found something!” Griffon snickered. “EH? ‘Cleaning’s coming out of your cut, take me shopping pronto!’ signed by some Patty. Dante have enemies in the human world too huh?”

“In any case, it is his private matter. Leave it be.” To V’s ears, it didn’t sound like a threat, but to the older Devil Hunter, the prospect of shopping might be. At least to his wallet…

If anything, V found it interesting that Dante might have friends that were outside of the devil hunting business. So far, all people that V knew of from Dante’s immediate vicinity were involved in the circle of fighting the demons, but of course, Dante had spent many years among humans. He was bound to have at least made some other connections.

V lowered himself down onto the old leather couch, feeling it dip under him just as the doors to the shop opened up anew.

“Well well, didn’t expect to not be the first.” Dante grinned upon seeing them, Griffon swooping over to the couch and his master.

“Hehe, maybe yer getting old.” The avian snickered, earning himself a grin from the seasoned hunter.

“Oh yeah?” Dante said in amusement, stepping towards the old jukebox and giving the power on button a tap. “Wanna see this old man bust some moves?” Energetic rock music started up in the speakers and Griffon shrieked.

“Once was enough!”

V smirked to himself, Dante’s dance at that time had been unexpected certainly but somehow so very Dante that it had been amusing to watch. Who else would have started to dance like Michael Jackson, on the inside of a demonic tree that tried to send mankind to its doom?

“So, everything went fine?” Dante asked, checking his desk and noticing the paper Griffon had almost flown away with. His fingers stopped just over its paper surface, his shoulders rising slightly in a huff, but V could not see his expression.

“No complaints, it was only a few strays.” V replied, taking out his book. Strays or not from the horde, Sin Scissors could still pose quite the threat to unarmed civilian targets.

“Yeah, we fried ‘em up good! Now, who’s that chick that’s got it out for ya money?” Griffon snickered, hovering over Dante’s shoulder.

“Just a friend. Who’s angry at me for ditching a certain party.” Dante huffed in amusement, pulling his arms back and puffing his chest out in a stretching motion. “For a job well done by both of us, how about we order some pizza? The power’s on, the water’s running. We deserve a treat.”

And yet you have just received another bill? V thought, softly closing his book on the page of the Proverbs of Hell. Dante and money did not seem to walk hand-in-hand. The summoner’s stomach did feel a tad empty after the long day however, so the offer of food seemed tempting. Despite the small detail…

“I have yet to try pizza. I suppose I could give it a try.”

Dante’s eyes locked onto V, his arms still locked in a stretch as his lips seemed to twitch into a surprised smile. As if the thought of there existing a man that had not tried out the delicacy of pizza, in his own shop, was hard to believe for Dante, the man who regularly fought creatures that most people would not believe existed.

“Then it’s high time you have a taste.” Dante grinned, walking around his desk and pulled a drawer open, extracting a folded paper and offering it to Griffon, who was still hovering around the desk.

“What am I, a messenger bird?!” Despite his annoyed tone, Griffon snatched it out of the air, flapping his wings over to the couch, handing the menu to V. The paper was printed with bold red and black letters, the logo a cartoony pizza baker just taking a freshly baked pizza out of the oven, whistling as he worked. Given a little more detailed, one could probably make the pizza baker look like Dante. V wondered if they were truly so happy while doing their job, he imagined it involved some stress, though different from the one he regularly faced as a Devil Hunter.

Carefully, he opened up the menu, the spine where the simple menu folded in two lacked color and the edges looked faded, telling him that Dante had had this menu for quite some time. It was however already damaged now, three poking holes through it from Griffon’s talons.

It contained no pictures, only rows upon rows of text and though V had much love for the written word, his admitted lack of experience with this cuisine did not make him much wiser as to what to choose. The amount of toppings and combinations were actually staggering. Could there truly be such variations to it?

Should he ask for a recommendation…? V swatted away the thought, how hard could this be? A flutter of wings suddenly descended on his shoulder, Griffon peeking on the menu with all of his golden eyes.

“Just grab one with everything V! Might put some meat on yer skinny bones!” His noisy familiar stated. “And everything you don’t want, I’ll eat!”

“You don’t even need food.” V pointed out with a small smirk playing on his lips. “But I suppose that can be arranged.”

“Oh no, you’re gonna learn that pizza leftovers are the best there is!” Dante pointed out. “And take a pizza without olives, that’s my one condition!”

Well, that did limit his options somewhat… which V certainly didn’t, despite the fact that he wouldn’t mind trying olives. In fact, there were a lot of foods he wouldn’t mind trying out, at least once. He was however surprised, since he had thought no matter the toppings of a pizza, Dante would appreciate it.

“Or you take one with, just to see his face!” Griffon lowered his voice, the will to cause some mischief very prominent in his summoner’s ear. V couldn’t help but smirk, the thought was entertaining yes, but if he was going to be treated then he didn’t wish to step on toes.

“I’ll keep it simple.” He concluded, asking for simply pineapples on his pizza. Sweets was something that V had found himself enjoying more and more and pineapple was quite a lovely fruit. Though peaches might still be his favorite that option was not available, making him wonder if it was not considered a good topping.

Dante nodded appreciatively.

“Interesting first choice. I’m more for that touch of pepperoni myself.” Just as his hand moved for the old phone on his desk, the doors flew open to show off a gang of pizza box carrying hunters. The smell of melted cheese, tomato sauce and baked bread was suddenly so prominent that the shop smelled like a pizzeria.

“Oh good, you’re here! Grab the pizzacutter!” Lady ordered, carrying three stacked boxes and setting them down on the desk.

“My, what a delivery! I’m touched you’re treating me.” The veteran Devil Hunter declared, heading for the kitchen.

“We put it on your tab.” Trish stated, grinning as if it was obvious, adding to Lady’s stack of boxes, earning a laugh from Dante.

“Should I be concerned you have a tab at a pizza place?” Nero wondered aloud, putting down the, in his opinion, needlessly expensive bottles of soda the girls had decided they should get as well.

“Yo V, dinnertime!” Nico grinned. “Nobody knew what yer favorite toppings were, so we got ya a plain one and ya can just try a slice from everybody!”

“Now we’re talking!” His avian familiar declared, flapping over their heads and checking the contents as boxes were opened up, pizzas cut into suitable triangles and passed around on napkins or plates. V opted for a plate, surprised at how many slices were put upon it, from all the others. From Nico’s pizza with banana and curry, to Nero’s with cheese-stuffed crust and some extra sauce on the side, to Lady’s with fresh tomatoes, salad and prosciutto, to Trish and Dante’s pepperoni pizzas, he tried a slice of them all. His hand felt dusty from holding the slices while eating, a feeling he did not enjoy but all the different toppings he got to try did make up for it and he found himself to enjoy a surprising amount of them, despite how long the stringy cheese could turn, making a bite treacherously close to messy . After Lady’s pizza though, the pepperoni, while different, made it feel a bit lackluster.

“Compared to the rest, this is not… not as flavorful as I expected. Not to mention, the edges are a little burnt, ruining the visual appeal and no doubt, the taste at the edges.” He admitted to Dante after finishing his first bite. First of all, there weren’t even a lot of slices of pepperoni on it. Griffon happily snatched the rest of the slice to himself, exclaiming ‘finally’!

V observed, eyebrows furrowing at the veteran Devil Hunter as his commentary was met with a hearty chuckle.

“I don’t see what I said that might be so… amusing?” V tried, waiting for the outburst to subside.

“Nothing. Just thinking this might be the birth of a pizza nerd.” Dante clapped V’s back with some force, making the summoner frown, he had only stated an analysis.. Oh.

“Certainly not. That said, yours did not have as much pepperoni as I expected.” V smirked.

“Yeah, they were being stingy this time, doesn’t happen often. But it makes each bite of it the more satisfying.” Dante grinned.

V had not expected his smirk to soften to a smile, nor expected himself to agree. Relaxing times like these were not frequent, but that made each time even better.

“And don’t worry, next time, we’ll get that pineapple pizza.” Dante promised, the grin never leaving his face.

“Very well.” V secretly hoped that wouldn’t come too soon. Tasty it might have been, but he felt full enough on cheese, tomato sauce and bread to last at least a month without it.

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konohagakurekakashi · 4 years ago

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Rinne-Whoops (Who Died and Brought you Back out)

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All things considered Kakashi thought that the Yamanaka Clan Head was taking the whole, “living-dead” situation and his half-assed theories rather well, if the flicker within the man’s narrowed, emerald hues and the incredulous bowing of his brows could be considered as such. At this point in time Kakashi was opting for a “glass half-full” standpoint, seeing as he has yet to be carted off to the Hidden Leaf’s Performance and Psychological Evaluation Unit or at the very least, the tent that now served its function. At the Yamanaka’s cautious query the Copy-nin managed a hum dipped in a confirmative tone and a nod of his head; his calloused digits releasing the curtains to settle back within the nadirs of his pockets.

“Hai…I’m sure. Should death occasioned the sudden dullness of my senses however, I made a Raitōn clone to cover my…or should I say our…tracks...” After amending his sentence, his stare found the slumbering lump on the Futōn once more, before said gaze flickered up at the creak of cedar, the sliding doors giving way to reveal a sheepish Ino.

Kakashi appreciated the way the kunōichi warned them both of her presence, before physically ‘alerting’ them, despite being off the clock and within her own home. Her clever foresight (while wholly unaware of the seriousness of the situation) a tell of how much the girl has matured since her Chūnin Exam match against Sakura. ‘Kami was that really so long ago?’ Somehow Kakashi felt ancient despite only being in his twenties, another confirmative hum leaving his throat at Inōichi’s pointed glance, before following it up with a friendly eye-crinkle for Ino’s benefit.

Should he be honest Kakashi doubted that he would be able to stomach tea or the awkward small talk that usually followed it (especially if the tea-sipping event would only involve Tsubaki-san; a retired Kunōichi he’s only ever greeted over a tinned-tomato shelf and her daughter) but Kakashi already breached their doorstep with enough trouble to incite a civil war upon the upcoming war against S-ranked terrorists; he couldn’t very well deject Inōichi’s words and hospitality after requesting his help--not when the tea leaves were already steeped. Kakashi liked to believe that he had some sense of decorum, regardless of what his kids believed.

Plus the glimmer of disappointment evident within Ino’s teal gaze once it was clear that her father would not be joining them, was nothing sort of a B-rank Genjutsu and really, Kakashi did NOT want to add to /that/--Notwithstanding the fact that thinking about his Raitōn clone flared his worry anew. Maa, he supposed that it was a good thing that it was still active and has yet to be dispelled. ‘Glass Half-full mentality and all that’. As soon as the door slid shut once more, Kakashi exhaled through his nose, fingers twitching within his pockets.

“Iie…Your loyalty was never in question, Inōichi-san.” He knew from both the Sandaime, Yondaime and Godaime’s affirmations that few were as loyal as those who formed part of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio; but with the Godaime indisposed and the winds of change tugging at the Hashirama branches, Kakashi just didn’t want to risk putting them in a position where they would have to put old allegiances, before new ones. He didn’t want to force them into a position where a warmonger might brand them traitor for doing a good, solid thing. Yet, Kakashi didn’t voice this. Instead he gifted the elder Yamanaka with the same lazy eye-crinkle he awarded his daughter but a few beats prior. He had no other choice. “…I know you’ll do whatever you can to help sensei…So Gambatte ne...Inoichi-san.” Kakashi then ambled towards the study door without any further input, closing the study door behind him with an audible ‘click’.

He would just have to have faith that Shikaku would manage to ward off Danzo’s ‘grabbing motions’ for the Hokage hat and win Tsunade-sama more recovery time via his infamous logic and hereditary Nara deadpan. ‘Glass half-full. Glass half-full’. Incongruously so, his positive mantra shrivelled and died (a quick, embarrassing death) as soon as the Hatake stepped over the threshold into Tsubaki’s kitchen, the vortex of scents and the intensity of her welcoming grin giving the Jōnin pause; afore the matriarch lunged at him with a speed that could rival one of Gai’s whirlwind kicks, then warm hands tightened to haul him into the direction of an expertly set table; a flurry of questions (all involving girlfriends and future, marriage prospects) accompanying each tug at his elbow. ‘Glass half-full? Glass half-full? What Hogwash.’

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Within the Akimichi compound, Akimichi Chōza was in the midst of simmering a mixture of flour and cooking fat in the hopes of making a thick roux, one of the main ingredients for his clan’s yellow, curry pills. The house was quiet, save for the steady bubble of the lard and the creak of the floorboards each time he moved or adjusted his weight. The lack of bustle was due to the fact that Chōji and Shikaku’s kid were having dinner with Kurenai and his dear wife was still out with her friends from the Haha Rengōgun; the ladies opting in taking turns since the Pein Attack™ to scrunch up and serve meals for those confined to the make-shift, tent barracks. Chōza didn’t mind the stillness while he was working however, the calm from his usually brash household affording him the ability to reflect. Bulky, calloused fingers coiled about a handful of beet chips, whilst the other hand focussed on stirring the roux, swift crunches joining the creak of wood and the bubble-gurgle of fat.

Like most Shinobi of his rank, the Clan Head’s thoughts wandered towards the Fire Capital and like all of the other Jōnin said thought was followed by a deep, weary sigh. He had the utmost faith in Shikaku and would gladly walk into an active volcano to be roasted like a seasoned, pork belly, if the action was penned in one of the Nara’s strategies for the betterment of the Leaf. But the Akimichi also knew Danzō and was one of the few present outside of Tsunade-sama’s tent when the war-hawk started to cajole the other members in the Go-Ikenban into leaving for the Daimyō’s palace.

The Elder’s hunger for the title of ‘Fire Shadow’ was as infamous as the gluttony of a goldfish and with the title finally within his reach (more so than ever before, at least) Chōza believed that the old shinobi would do absolutely everything within his power to finally clasp onto the hat for real—the wishes of the Jōnin and Clan Council be /damned/ (and oh how they refuted the idea of another timeworn Hokage, even the Hūyga, who usually tended to supplement the decisions of the advisors).

The roux was soon joined by Tonkatsu, soy and a dash of honey, afore the Akimichi paused to grab another fist full of chips. One of the mauve crisps escaped his hold and plopped onto the floor, causing the man to ‘tsk’, disappointed and shake his head, his red mane swaying at the action. “Yare…Yare, making me bend my knees like this. You really don’t deserve to be eaten, I don’t care how good you look, I should just throw you out of the window…”

Chōza was about to pluck the escapee from beside his feet when the tinge of warm, candle-wax suddenly oozed above the spoor of curry; effectively grabbing the Akimichi’s attention. He shifted, beady hues travelling about the length of his kitchen until his stare settled on the faint glow of orange within the shadow of his wife’s fruit bowl (an anniversary gift from the in-laws). There, only detectable to the one the message was intended for, pulsed Kanji in the unmistakable hand of his teammate and oldest friend. Speak of the devil and he will appear—or in this instance, his Fūin.

急

Still within Capital. Danzō declared official Rokudaime Candidate. Root agent sent ahead. Something amiss in Konoha. Require status report asap.

急

At the confirmation of his earlier, grave musings the clan head cursed, twisting around to remove the roux from the stove and to switch the appliance off. Without a constant heat-source, the curry would be ruined; but alas, it would appear they had bigger fish to fry and Chōza really didn’t want to add a blazing forest fire to the ever growing list of catastrophes that Konoha seemed to be a steady beacon for. The Akimichi then proceeded to stalk out of his kitchen, crushing the ‘escapee-chip’ underneath his heel and not bothering with concealing the message that was already starting to fade. Taking the Engawa steps two at a time, Chōza then power-walked into the direction of the Nara Forest, hoping that Inōichi would be home and that he or Tsubaki wouldn’t mind the impromptu visit. Damn Nara, how he hated being the bearer of bad news.

Two metres and twelve steps over the forest boundary, Chōza glimpsed the approaching figures of his son and Shikamaru, the first waving what seemed to be a milk-bun back and forth. “Eh, Tou-san? Konbanwa!! Why are you walking so fast, are you trying to lose weight again?” The Elder Akimichi ignored the seemingly innocent query to pin both boys, iie, /Shinobi/ with a leaden stare, effectively halting their strides.

“Chōji, Shikamaru, I’m on my way to the Yamanaka Compound. Chinatsu-san is not home yet, so I need you both to go to Godaime-sama’s tent. Tell Shizune-san that we’ve received word from the capital. No one should be allowed into the tent, Tsunade-sama’s guard is not to be rotated and anyone trying to gain entry into the tent, especially Anbu, should be detained until either Shikaku or Ibiki can question them. Understood?” To their credit and with a sliver of pride eddying within Chōza’s chest, neither of the boys dared to ask further questions, merrily nodding their heads in the affirmative, before setting off in the direction they ambled from once more.

Chōza watched the boys go for a moment longer, troubled orbs almost staring through their retreating forms, until the cry of a Sparrowhawk overhead pulled him from his reverie and reminded him of his task. He so wished that they didn’t have to see the terrors of war, but really, Chōza surmised that sixteen, care-free years were all a Shinobi and a Shinobi parent could ask for; demanding more would be akin to testing the fates…still. Another, bone-weary sigh followed afore the 15th Akimichi Clan Head started forwards once more. Bearer of bad news indeed.

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steve-explores · 2 years ago

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Deepavali Lunch Gathering at Tiffin Room

After hearing so much about the Tiffin Room and its delicious North Indian cuisine, I finally have an opportunity to visit the restaurant during a family lunch gathering to celebrate Deepavali. The moment you step into the restaurant, you are greeted by a majestic dining hall with high ceilings and elegant furnishings, raising my expectations for a delicious meal in this beautiful setting.

Here’s a quick overview of the spectacular dishes that I sampled during this visit:

PALAK CHANNA CHAAT: Baby spinach leaves, potato, and tamarind chutney.

A delicious cooling appetizer, balancing a variety of flavors and textures from sweet and sour to crunchy and creamy, creating a beautiful culinary melody with every bite.

KESARI MACCHI TIKKA: Barramundi in yogurt, saffron served with white radish salad.

Evenly marinated and spiced, the barramundi is cooked just right with a white radish salad to provide the much needed acidity to balance the strong smoky flavors.

ALOO GOBHI: Cauliflower and potato in a yogurt, garlic and masala onion gravy.

One of my favorite dishes of the day with a creamy rich silky texture that is not overpowering. The dry curry style adopted for this dish is a perfect choice, allowing diners to focus on the star of the plate: the fresh juicy cauliflower.

DELHI TAWA VEGETABLE: Baby eggplant, carrot, lady finger, mushroom and baby corn cooked with ginger powder and spices.

A nutritious plate filled to the brim with super vegetables that is both healthy and delicious, fulfilling your daily dietary needs in a most satisfying way.

MURGH MAKHANI: Corn-fed boneless chicken leg in tomato and cashew nut gravy.

Fresh juicy meat stewing slowly in an aromatic gravy, the recipe for a home run dish that is best savored with a generous portion of rice and naan to soak up every ounce of the delectable gravy.

And it goes without saying that this will not be my last visit to the Tiffin Room. I am very much looking forward to my next meal at the restaurant to sample more of what Chef Kuldeep and his team can conjure up in their magical kitchen.

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valentinat123love · 4 years ago

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5 Simple Recipes for Lockdown The quarantine period saw the inner chef of many come out in the open. People were experimenting with dishes and posting pictures online. If you are in London and missing some spicy Indian food, below are 5 simple Indian recipes that you can cook at home for yourself and your family. Indian Food Caterers in London Laguna restaurant has come up with simple and easy to make hardcore Indian recipes that can be easily made at home without a lot of fuss. 1) Dahi Bhindi – everyone loves Okra. This recipe can be made in your kitchen in 15 to 20 mins. Wash and keep the okra to dry. Cut the okra a little bit longer than the usual size. Cut some onions, long again. If you are a vegan you can use peanut curd, others can use the regular curd. Keep it aside. Fry the lady fingers and keep them aside. Take some oil separately and add the chopped onions, sauté until slightly brown. Add salt, turmeric powder, coriander powder, garam masala, now add the previous fried bhindi (okra), and give it a good mix. In proportion to the quantity of ladyfingers, add curds about 1 cup should be enough for 300 grams of okra. Mix well and cover the pan, allow it to cook for some time, serve hot. Your tangy, tasty, Indian, home cooked Dahi Bhindi is ready. 2) Mix vegetables curry: Heat oil in a pan and sauté onion and garlic. Add one tablespoon ginger garlic paste and spices. Spices include turmeric powder, chilli powder, bay leaf, salt, and garam masala. Add tomato puree and cook well. Once the spices are sautéed add a half cup curd and stir continuously. Now you can add vegetables like carrot, beans, cauliflower, and capsicum and mix well. Add half cup of water and cook for another 10 minutes. Turn off the flame and garnish it with coriander. 3) Veg Pulao: Wash the rice thoroughly and keep it aside. Heat oil in a cooker, add onions, spices and sauté. Add ginger garlic paste, green chillies, powdered spices and sauté for a minute. Add tomatoes and salt, cook until they are soft and mushy. You can add vegetables such as carrot, potato, peas and soya chunks. Sautee for 3-4 minutes, bring it to a boil and add rice, coriander, garam masala and give it a nice stir. Pressure cook for about 5-8 minutes or 2 whistles on medium flame. Serve hot with vegetable raita. 4) Upma: Take 1 tablespoon oil in a pan and add mustard seeds and onions. Meanwhile boil carrot and beans al dente in a separate bowl. Add chillies to the pan and fry on low flame. Add the boiled vegetables along with the broth to the pan. Add roasted semolina to the pan and some salt. Let it cook till semolina soaks the water and serve it by adding few drops of lemon juice. 5) Paneer Masala: Set a wok on medium heat, add oil, cumin seeds, onion, green chillies and cook until golden brown. Add a tablespoon of ginger garlic paste and spices (turmeric powder, chilli powder, garam masala, coriander powder) and cook for 2-3 minutes. Add tomato puree, salt, cashew paste, mix well and cook for another 4-5 minutes on low flame. Add curd and stir continuously till it releases the oil, add some water and bring it to boil. Add cottage cheese and cook for 4-5 minutes. Garnish it with coriander and serve with hot chapattis. Vegan’s can use the same recipe by simply replacing cottage cheese with tofu.

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underimagines · 8 years ago

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Let's talk about headcanons about Food

Now, Mod Sync here is a decent enough cook. Put a recipe in front of me and I’ll be able to cook almost anything, and I can cook some things from just memory. I was making omelettes and looking up recipes and I wondered “What about the Undertale cast? What do they eat outside the game?” So, here are some things I’ve thought up about the main four!

If anyone remembers the Anniversary Q&A that happened (oh, who am I kidding, of course you guys do), then we know some things about that already. HOWEVER, I’m only going to partially use this info here. These are headcanons after all, so I don’t have to quite follow canon.

Now, if you wish to continue, I shall leave these under a Read more, because this is gonna get wordy and also for you guys who are avoiding food for whatever reason. Also will include some other AUs.

Undertale Cast

Sans, without a doubt, loves anything greasy and fried. Pub food in partcular; burgers and fries are his go-to faves obviously, but also cheese sticks, stuffed potato skins, fried pickled, and so on. Hot pockets and mini pizza bites become a staple in his diet once on the surface. Anything he can pop in the microwave real quick. Also, mac and cheese with all the ketchup.

On the healthier side of things; He’s also very fond of anything with a large amount of tomatoes. Tomato soup with grilled cheese, sun dried Tomato slices, and many, many Italian dishes, though Papyrus has to sort of make him eat it. Except V8 juice. That shit is nasty.

Cooking-wise, he’s decent. He can make a number of different quiche by heart, and anything simple. He’ll need a recipe for anything else, and if it get’s too complicated, he’ll opt-out. Too lazy for anything fancy, leave that to his bro.

Papyrus is head of the kitchen in the Bros’ house. Strangely (or not so much) though, he’s the opposite of Sans; Paps is perfectly capable of making beautiful, complex dishes you’d see at a five-star restaurant. He likes the challenge. He could easily make Boeuf Bourguignon, Coq Au Vin, Backed Alaska, Curry from scratch, etc. But, when it comes to simpler things like Spaghetti, he’s thrown off. In his head, it’s too simple, so he adds things that the recipe doesn’t call for, thinking it will be better like his more complex ones. But…. yeah, the things he adds aren’t always even edible in general.

At the same time, he’s very fond of simple dishes. His favorite food is Oatmeal, an extremely simple dish to make for most. He has a cheese sandwich and an apple for lunch. Maybe he likes these because they’re so hard for him to make, like complex dishes are to normal people. I’d garner that the quiche Sans makes was another thing Paps favored but couldn’t make, so Sans made it for him sometimes.

Aside from Italian, Paps would like fruit salad or salads in general, yogurt parfaits, cheese omelettes; simple, healthy things. He hates greasy foods, but he’s not above taking candy from the Inn lady, so he’s definitely got at least an ‘All things in moderation’ mentality.

Undyne is an odd ball here. We know that, similar to Sans, she’s fond of greasy foods, a call noting that she likes Grillby’s cheese fries. She also has soda and hot chocolate as choices when you hang out with her. It’s not a far stretch to say Undyne likes junk food. However, as an apparent fitness nut -stemming from needing to stay strong as Captain of the Guard- I’m sure Undyne knows that too much junk food is bad for her. However, there is one thing I can garner off her personality and one particular physical trait of hers that can tell me about what she might eat: her teeth.

Undyne’s teeth are pointed. Meaning her teeth are sharp. I would go as far as saying that if Undyne is any particular kind of fish, it’s a Piranha. And what do Piranha like? Meat. Undyne, without a doubt, would love meat and grilling. Anything at all. Fish, Chicken, Hotdogs, Veggies, Kabobs, anything she can stick on a grill.

Seafood is another thing entirely. I’d think seafood is more on the side of comfort food for her. Clam chowder in particular. It stems from a headcanon of mine about Undyne’s family, I’ll talk about it later if you guys want. Sushi is definitely a thing she can get behind, though may take a bit for her to build up to Sashimi.

Tea was another thing in the choices at your hang out. It stemmed from her time while training with Asgore, and she keeps some around. I think she drinks it when she’s stressed. It helps her relax and think.

Alphys is another junk food lover, but only because she’s busy with other things and doesn’t have the time to cook. Cup Ramen is her go-to, but she’s got some other stuff stored away. Finger things she can eat with one hand and type with the other. On the surface, Undyne gets her to start eating grapes or trail mix instead.

On actual cooked foods, she’s fond of anything hearty; stews and thick soups, stir-fry, and anything served in a skillet. Also, of course she’s into oriental food. The first time she tries REAL ramen, she’s in heaven. She loves noodle dishes and once again, soups. Oddly, she has an extremely high spice tolerance, easily popping whole habaneros an a snack. Undyne refuses to kiss her after she has been.

Alphys herself is fairly decent at cooking. She learns to make a number of Japanese dishes once on the surface; onigiri, bento boxes, and her own sushi and ramen.

(I haven’t come up with any more than the skelebros of other AUs at the moment. Might do another post at a later date about with other characters if it is wanted.)

Underfell Skelebros

Sans, again, loves greasy pub food. He loves anything with a kick too. Jalapeño bites and pepper jack cheese are a constant. He also loves foods with layers or can have lots of toppings; pizzas with everything on them, subs and hotdogs piled high, and obviously his bro’s lasagna. (Don’t let him near a Cincinnati three-way, you will never hear the end of all the perverse jokes if you do.) He’s also fond of Cajun and Creole cooking.

On actual food, one of the few leafy greens Papyrus can get Sans to eat that he likes are Mustard greens, so more often than not, Paps will sauté some up as a side to whatever he’s cooked to get Sans to eat something relatively healthy. Otherwise, it’s limited to whatever Paps can sneak into a dish. Strangely, Sans is also fond of Southern style Sweet tea, even though he doesn’t care for sweet things otherwise.

Sans is an ok cook, but prefers not to if he doesn’t have to. If it isn’t microwaveable, it better be simple, or he’s gonna need a lot of motivation to make anything with more than 4 steps.

Papyrus is a literal Master Chef. He’d put Gorden Ramsey to shame. Paps can take almost anything and make it taste good. It’s the reason Sans eats anything healthy at all. Unlike UT!Paps, he can actually cook simple things too. It’s something besides his strength that he prides himself in.

On his own diet, he does love his lasagna, but also anything you can make in a casserole dish. He’s not overly picky, aside from keeping his own food to a tolerable spice level unlike his brother, but he does favor things that can last for a while and be reheated. In a world like Underfell, sometimes there are days were it’s just not safe to go out, so having a lot of leftovers can be helpful when stuck inside. So casseroles, stews, anything that can sit in the fridge and not taste bad after a day or two.

On another note, he’s fond of breads and baked goods. He makes some hella good garlic bread, and always has dinner rolls or biscuits or whatever ready as a side. Just don’t tell Sans how much he loves Monkey Bread, it’s one of the extreme few things he indulges in.

Underswap Skelebros

Sans our little taco man. Yes, he loves Mexican food. No, it’s not the only thing he cooks. No, his food isn’t that bad. He has a tendency of burning things because he gets distracted, but he knows better than to put inedible things in his food. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get a little… creative with his cooking, but at least they’re all things that are supposed to be edible.

Through his love of Mexican food, he has a decent spice tolerance, and, though Tacos are his fave, he’s very fond of rice dishes as well. And black bean soup. He makes some fine salsa and guacamole from scratch too.

On the other hand, he’s not really picky. He’ll try anything once. He’s pretty fond of most any beef and chicken dishes. Though Paps has forbidden him from straight sugar and coffee, Sans can wip up some damn good sweets, like Mexican brownies and chocolate filled Churros. At least that way, Paps won’t drink straight honey while still getting his sugar fix.

Papyrus, on the other hand, is practically a sugar addict. He loooooves everything sweet. Candy, pastries, ice cream, anything with sugar. He’s Muffet’s taste tester if she’s making something new. Aside from honey, he’s particularly fond of chocolate in general and fruit fillings.

On the normal food side, he’s not as fond of spicy things as Sans, so Sans usually holds back on Pap’s food when it comes to spice. He also isn’t fond of complicated dishes unless it’s sweets. He likes simple things; sandwiches, salads, rice, anything you can throw together real quick or pop in the microwave. It’s not that he won’t eat healthy, it’s just it tends to be disproportionate to the amount of sweets he eats.

This also shows in his cooking. If it isn’t simple, he’s gonna have trouble. He’s not bad, he just gets a little nervous and that can lead to being a little clumsy. He’d rather Sans do the cooking, or at least keep an eye on things if it’s something he needs a recipe for.

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fashionkibatain · 8 years ago

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Originally published on Hi Tea, Afternoon Tea, and Other Tea Rituals written by Anam Faruqui on Anam Faruqui

Tea is a popular drink of choice all over the world. Whether its green tea, piping hot tea, black tea, iced tea, or kahva, most people can’t say no to it. The popularity of tea has given rise to hi-tea, and afternoon tea, which has become a culture of their own. Restaurants and hotels now offer hi tea. People bond over cups of tea and hi-teas make that bonding more enjoyable. They are also great for informal meetings, where you can chat and unwind over delectable sandwiches and cakes with a nice cup of tea.

How Did the Afternoon Tea and Hi Tea Culture Begin?

Afternoon tea or hi-tea is a light meal usually eaten between 3.30pm and 6pm. Observance of the custom began from the wealthy classes in England in 1800s. Anna Maria Russell, Duchess of Bedford, is credited for transforming afternoon tea in England into an afternoon meal. By the end of the nineteenth century, afternoon tea had developed to its current form. It was practiced by both the upper and middle classes. It was everywhere, even in the faraway villages. For the more privileged and wealthy, afternoon tea was served with delicate savories like cucumber sandwiches or egg sandwiches, bread and butter, scones with cream and jam, and cakes and pastries. The sandwiches were cut into small segments, as triangles or fingers. Biscuits are not served usually. Slowly the culture spread all over the world, and it is not limited to the UK now. Many hotels, restaurants, and eateries all over the world offer hi-tea and afternoon tea. They are usually served in form of buffets, with per head charges. The most pleasurable part is indeed the countless cups of tea that you can drink.

How Has the Culture Evolved

High tea usually consists of a hot, light dish, followed by cakes, pastries, and bread, butter and jam. Sometimes there would be cold cuts of meat. It is no longer limited to the upper class or British people. People all over the world enjoy high tea now. In fact, an afternoon or evening tea with a light meal is actually common all over the world now. So, in a way, people have their own versions of high tea and afternoon tea now. Most commonly served items are sandwiches, biscuits, and savory items like pies, samosa, and patties. The consumption of tea and coffee has increased a lot over the past few years. People sip tea throughout the day in their homes, offices, and universities. Tea contains caffeine which has a feel good factor to it, and makes people feel revitalized and energized. Tea is also a lot more affordable now. They are also easier to make, particularly the tea bag ones. The introduction of powdered milk has made the preparation of tea even easier. Premium and high-quality teas are also available in the market, but these are usually more expensive. Other variants like green tea and iced tea are also now commonly available. Green teas are not reserved to the usual minty flavor now, but you can also buy fruity and exotic flavors now like peachy tea and cinnamon tea.

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Why is it called ‘high tea’?

A possible explanation why is that the tea and accompanying food items were eaten at a table. Comparatively, afternoon tea was taken while sitting in low, comfortable chairs or sofas, like in a drawing room setting. In fact, variations of the afternoon tea developed by the upper class later came to be known as high tea. It was a meal that could be eaten when without help from servants and maids as it was easy to prepare. The high tea was like an evolution of afternoon tea along with the addition of pigeon, salmon, and fruits.

It is called hi-tea because it is served on a table, as opposed to low chairs and sofas

Afternoon Tea menu served in the UK is often referred to as high tea in many other parts of the world. That is why some hotels, like The Ritz in London, use the term high tea in London to advertise the Afternoon Tea because a many of their customers are from other parts of the world. Some places serve a special high tea menu which includes additional savory items like Welsh Rarebit, English muffins, pies and omelet.

Menu Ideas

An afternoon/evening meal, served usually from 4 – 6 pm, includes the tiers of little crustless sandwiches, scones, clotted cream, curd, sweets and many servings of tea. There are no rigid rules about the contents of a menu, but usually consists of sandwiches and a variety of sweet items. A typical menu offers a selection of freshly prepared finger sandwiches, scones with clotted cream, preserves, and jams.

Menu items are usually served on a three-tiered tray like this one

Afternoon tea trays have three levels:

Top one has variations of plain, sweet and savory scones like plain, buttermilk, whole wheat, cream, chocolate glazed, sweet Dried Fruit, fresh/frozen berries, date, savory, cheese and choice, and fresh herbs.

Middle one has sandwiches like coronation chicken, cucumber, cucumber and salmon, salmon, eggs, watercress, tuna, cheese puffs, goat cheese, raisin bread, pinwheels, fig tarts, tomato tarts, mushroom tartlets, and quinoa cakes.

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Bottom layer has sweet biscuits, coconut sandwiches, lady fingers, Florentines, chocolate biscuits, chocolate Oreos, oatcakes, shortbreads, angel food cake, rhubarb cake, Victoria sandwich, banana bread, currant buns, fruitcakes, bran loafs, pumpkin bran muffins, eclairs, macaroons, peanut butter fudge, sugar plums, caramel truffles, dusted truffles, Turkish delights, fudge cupcakes, brownies, flapjacks, berry tarts, chocolate pie, custard tarts, jam tarts, and pumpkin tartlets.

Fruit tarts are an integral part of high teas and afternoon teas

Different cultures have their own variations as well. For instance in Pakistan you will also find samosas, tikka (meat chunks), aaloo ki bhujia (potato curry), kheer (rice pudding), gol gappay (a salty snack), haleem (made with gravies, lentils, and wheat), bun kabab (pakistani take on burgers), gulab jaman, etc.

Ettiquetes

As hi tea and afternoon tea culture originated in Britain, it can be expected that there are some etiquettes attached with it. British are very proper people and they have set ways of doing things. Here are some customs and etiquettes you must follow while attending a hi tea:

Pour tea first, followed by sugar or sliced lemons. Never add milk and lemon together as they will curdle and cause stomach issues if ingested.

Pour milk after tea.

The hostess should pour. If you are enjoying tea at a tea house, the person who is closest to the pot should serve.

Spoons should never stay in the cup.

Use both of your hands to lift both cup and saucer.

Eat savories first, scones after it and sweets in the end. Or eat the scones first while they are hot, and then eat savories, and then sweets.

Split the scones horizontally before adding spreads.

Put clotted cream first on scones, then jam. Eat with fingers neatly.

Eat bite size pastries with your fingers, break off small pieces before eating. Use a dessert fork to consume larger pastries.

Do not dunk unless the party is informal.

Tea Rooms and Tea Houses

These days, a formal afternoon tea is more of a special occasion, often taken as a treat in a hotels and restaurants. The food is usually served on a tiered stand. You can also find tea rooms and coffee shops in many places. These used to be common in the UK. A tearoom/shop is a small restaurant where beverages like tea and coffee and light meals are served. They usually have a light, relaxed atmosphere. A tea house is a place which serves tea and light refreshments. Tea houses sometimes serve as centers of social interaction. In Nepal and China, a tea house is a place which offers. People gather at tea houses to talk, mingle, and enjoy tea. Young people often meet at tea houses for dates. Some tea houses serve dim sum too. In Japanese tradition, a tea house is used for holding Japanese tea ceremonies. This is called chashitsu . The architectural space called chashitsu is created keeping aesthetic and intellectual fulfillment in mind

Turks are big fans of tea and they sip it the whole day

In Arab countries like Egypt, places that serve tea, coffee and herbal teas such as karkade are known as ahwa or maqha. The tea in Arab countries is normally a strong dark blend. Arab teas are often brewed together with sugar and served in tall glasses, filled to the top. It is presented with more sugar. It is also sometime served with mint or cardamom, or with a some of milk. Another special tea is Maghrebi mint tea also known as Moroccan, Touareg and Sahrawi mint tea. It is a green tea made with spearmint leaves and sugar, traditional for the Greater Maghreb region. It has also spread throughout North Africa, some parts of Sahel, France and Arab world. In Spain it is known as “Moroccan tea”. A similar drink is made in Spain but it is served chilled as iced tea in the summer. It is a combination of imported ingredients and local ingredients so it is an example of globalization in cuisine. In Turkey, they usually drink black tea in very small cups. This is so that tea can remain hot. Tea is very popular in Turkey. Herbal teas are also used as herbal medications. They are popular with tourists with things like apple, rosehip, lindin flower, and sage. On a separate note, Turkish coffee is also very popular throughout the world.

Maghribi mint tea, anyone?

In Pakistan, you can small tea houses dotted across the country. These usually serve chai (tea). They also serve breakfast of crispy parathas and omelets in morning. The road side tea shops are usually men only. The owners and serves are usually Pathan. These tea houses are frequented by students and working class young men to unwind and socialize.

We don’t have Starbucks in Pakistan, we have sattarbuksh!

The teahouse culture has recently changed in Pakistan. As opposed to Western countries where coffee shops dote the streets, Pakistan has a lot of tea houses. This is partly because the weather is mostly hot in Pakistan, and in such a weather it does not make sense to have coffee. Coffee is enjoyed in winters, with add-ons like cream. There are also some coffee cafes like espresso. A lot of dhabas have opened up which cater to the middle and upper class. They are frequented by men and women alike. Thir ambiance is a little like those of road side tea shops, but a little more well managed.Along with tea, they serve food items like cheese parathas, nutella parathas, chicken parathas etc. The well known Pak Tea House is an intellectual tea café located in Lahore.

What is the tea ritual in your country? Do you enjoy your tea alone or do you like to engage with people over a cup of tea? What do you like to eat along with your tea? Let us know in the comments box below!

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The Best Banh Mi in Saigon

Put some Pate on It: The Best Banh Mi Saigon and Where to find the best Banh Mi Saigon at Huynh Hoa

Banh Mi has become a Phenomenon across the globe over the last few years. In London alone, you can find approximately 26 shops selling their own versions of the Banh Mi for 4-6 on average. America is being swept up by its own wave of Banh Mi enthusiasts who are not even blinking while shelling out an expected $6 dollars for a quality Banh Mi.

What is it that makes the Banh Mi so fantastic that its notoriety is spreading across the world so quickly?

As a cook and foodie, I appreciate the balance of the sandwich. It touches every sensation on my tongue perfectly and leaves nothing more to be desired from such a humble and simple sandwich. Layered with meat, smothered in pate and mayo, and topped with fresh herbs, pickles, and chili creates a texture and flavor party that leaves the masses standing in line with their hands open begging for more night after night in Saigon.

The Saigon Banh Mi is a special type of bread that is unique and different from a standard French Baguette you might find at a French bakery.

Not only used for sandwiches, the Banh Mi has found its way onto many different Vietnamese dishes as a necessary side. One of the most notable being the French-influenced Vietnamese dish Bo Kho, which requires the Banh Mi for soaking up the meaty rich broth making for an excellent breakfast. A very popular Goat Curry restaurant in Saigon provides its guests with a stack of Banh Mi at each table used to soak up the rich curry gravy which provides a unique substitute to the Naan Bread that is typically placed alongside curry dishes.

The bread itself is much debated online in various forums given to the difficulty of finding a legitimate recipe that uses Rice Flour to create the Banh Mi. The complexity comes from the nature of Rice flour not containing any of the necessary proteins that help create gluten which assists the leavening agents to capture pockets of gas. Also, that rice flour, depending much on the granule size of the flour itself, is slower to absorb liquids than wheat flour but will also absorb more liquid. This is a mystery that should be left to solve with someone that has an oven inside of their apartment, which would not be me at the time of this article.

Is the best Saigon Banh Mi the only sandwich we need to eat in Vietnam?

The Banh Mi sandwich has very different forms depending on where you are in Vietnam. There is the Infamous Banh Mi of Hoi An that was visited by Anthony Bourdain. This Banh mi is dubbed the “Deluxe” and along with fresh salad, pickles, and 4 types of pork is topped with a fried egg. Just a little bit up the road in Da Nang, you can find a specialty in the dehydrated pulled chicken sandwich called Banh Mi Ga. In Hanoi, you can find grilled pork in a spicy sauce with fresh vegetables. Other variations found all over Vietnam include Fish sauce marinated grilled pork, Grilled Pork Patties with a sweet sauce, Meatballs in tomato sauce, and a morning favorite of fried egg. These are just a few of the variations, not even mentioning what foreign chefs and cooks are now doing with the humble Banh Mi.

Our favorite Banh Mi, aka The Best Banh Mi Saigon

Where is it?

At Banh Mi Huynh Hoa located at 26 Le Thi Rieng, There are two carts stacked with 9 different types of meat, fresh pate, and homemade mayo pushed up against the right wall of the building. On the left side, there will be a man who is constantly heating up baguettes inside of a low heat oven. Depending on the time that you have chosen to get the best Banh Mi Saigon, there will be a mob standing on the outside of the store, which is helpful in identifying the shop if you are not familiar with Ho Chi Minh City.

How to order

You want the best Banh Mi in Saigon? You are going to have to get through the mob. Now, don’t be intimidated or offended by people cutting in front of you and ignoring you when you enter the mob. This is just Darwin’s Theory at work, only the strong will get a sandwich!! Politely, but confidently push your way to the front as you feel that your turn is coming. The Banh Mi maker will be slathering bread and placing meat onto sandwiches at the speed of light. When it comes your time to order, be ready! Just use your fingers to indicate how many sandwiches you want. This lady is busy and has no time to provide excellent customer service. The Best Banh Mi in Saigon will do that for them. If she asks a question just shake your head “Yes”. Most likely she asked if you want Chili or not. The sandwich is now getting made! Get excited! The Banh Mi will be passed down the line to be finished with pickles and vegetables. It will then be passed to a man who stands on the left side of the first sandwich maker. This will be the man you will pay.

Vietnam is not the easiest place for travelers, especially when trying to experience it like a local. You just located and purchased the best Banh Mi Saigon without speaking any Vietnamese, Well done! Now please enjoy it! If you want help exploring the best Banh Mi's in Ho Chi Minh or other delicious Vietnamese Street food then click here.

What is in the best banh mi Saigon?

I thought you might be curious on what you now have holding in your hand. This is a Banh Mi Thit, which translates into Wheat Bread Meat Sandwich.

Light and crispy Vietnamese Baguette

6 types of deli meat made from pork, with ranging textures. Some are smooth like Bologna and others chunky like head cheese with lots of fat.

2 types of roasted pork

Pork Floss, which is much like a dehydrated pulled pork that is packed with flavor

Homemade Mayonaisse

Homemade Pork Liver Pate

Pickled Carrots and Daikon

Cilantro

Chili

Well, that covers the best Banh Mi Saigon in our opinion. If you disagree, please let us know. We want to hear what your favorite is!

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Singapore celebrates Mother’s Day on the second Sunday on May 10 2020. In the year 2020, we had to stay home due to COVID-19 Circuit Breaker measures. Unlike the past years where we celebrated Mother’s day at restaurants. Well, that doesn’t stop us from gifting our Mother on Mother’s Day. Spoil your mum a Mother’s Day special food delivery to show that you remember her on this special occasion. As well as to give her an off day from the cooking and washing of dishes!

15 Stamford by Alvin Leung

The sharing menu consists of Fish Maw Soup, Braised Pork Belly ‘Kong Bak Pau’, Steamed Barramundi with Spicy Nyonya Sauce, Wok-fried Broccoli with Garlic Oil, Steamed Jasmine Rice, and to end of the hearty meal with a slice of Lychee Rose Raspberry Cake. Whole Lychee Rose Raspberry Cake is also available with an option for customisable wordings.

15 Stamford by Alvin Leung’s specially curated menu for two.

Where to order? 15 Stamford by Alvin Leung

Blue Jasmine

Blue Jasmine brings a spread of delectable Thai dishes such as Basil Chicken Kaprao, Spicy Lemongrass Fish Fillet, Tom Yum Mushroom Soup and Thai Deep-Fried Banana to your dining table. A sweet little treat to all beautiful mothers, Blue Jasmine gifts their signature Mango Sticky Rice complimentary with every set meal ordered. Shower mum with additional food and love with Blue Jasmine’s Signatures such as Deep-fried Prawns with Yellow Curry and Signature Crab Cake that are available at exclusive pricing.

A comforting Mother’s day set meal (good for 4 persons) from Blue Jasmine at S$50 nett. Available over Mother’s Day weekend from 9 to 10 May 2020.

Promotion Free delivery for locations within 2km of Park Hotel Farrer Park. Islandwide delivery is also available at a S$12 to S$18nett delivery fee.

Where to order? Blue Jasmine Online https://ift.tt/2xZKnDX Email [email protected] Call 6824 8851

Buona Terra

Special Mother’s Day Menu S$98+ per pax (minimum 2 pax)

Menu: Cuttlefish Salad Char-grilled Scampi Casoncelli ‘Ravioli’ with Taleggio Cheese and Porcini Mushroom Chicken Casserole with Herbs, Capers and Potato Torta Ricotta Cheese and Pea

Mother’s day Special Mother’s Day Menu is available on 10 May 2020 12PM to 9PM.

Promotion

Chef Denis and his team will present a complimentary housemade nougat to all ladies. A sweet traditionally given in Italy by ‘mammas’ to their children during special occasions and festivals.

Where to order? Buona Terra Takeaway available (drive-through) / Delivery services are available for orders above $100+

Culina at COMO Dempsey

Show your appreciation to mum with Culina Market’s exclusive Mother’s Day cake- a generous layer of luscious strawberry rhubarb cream is sandwiched between two vanilla sponges soaked in housemade strawberry syrup, and topped with vanilla white chocolate whipped ganache, strawberry crémeux, and strawberry and rhubarb cream. This cake serves 6 persons and is priced at S$45 nett.

Mother’s Day cake is available from 3 to 10 May 2020.

Where to order? Culina at COMO Dempsey Only available for takeaway at Culina Market

Goodwood Park Hotel – Min Jiang and Min Jiang at Dempsey

Six-course Mother’s day set menus ($83.50 nett per person; minimum 2 persons) are offered by Min Jiang and Min Jiang at Dempsey via takeaway or delivery for a Mother’s Day feast in the comfort of home. Curated à la carte menus of signatures and popular favourites from these restaurants, as well as Coffee Lounge and The Deli, continue to be available for takeaway or delivery on both weekends.

Special rates for celebratory desserts will be extended to orders of Mother’s Day takeaway set menu from Min Jiang: · Mama’s Day Sweet Surprise Box at S$48 nett · D24 Mousse Cake (1kg) at S$69.70 nett · ‘Mao Shan Wang’ Mousse Cake (500g) at S$62 nett

Six-course Mother’s day set menus are available from 1 to 3 May and 9 to 10 May 2020.

Where to order? Goodwood Park Hotel – Min Jiang and Min Jiang at Dempsey Call in to order: -Min Jiang and/or The Deli at +65 6737 7411 -Min Jiang at Dempsey at +65 6774 0122 Or email: -Min Jiang [email protected] -The Deli [email protected] -Min Jiang at Dempsey at [email protected]

Jumbo Seafood

Featuring two Mother’s day sets with six delectable dishes and signature seafood dishes, the star of each set is undoubtedly the Award-Winning Chilli Crab. Those who wish for a spicier kick can opt for the Signature Black Pepper Crab, while Steamed with Egg White and Chinese Wine Crab is a delicious while healthy and light alternative. Highlights include the prized crustacean Live Australian Lobster Braised with Superior Broth. Other cooking styles include Steamed with Minced Garlic and Braised with Glass Vermicelli and ‘Sha Cha’ Sauce. To complete the feast, signature side dishes in the sets include Mocha Pork Ribs and Deshelled Prawns Fried with Cereal.

Promotion 20% off total bill for self-collection orders made via phone call, walk-in to the outlet or select “Pickup” option on the online ordering websites on www.jumbogroup.sg/delivery. Valid from now till 1 June 2020. 10% off total bill for delivery orders made via www.jumbogroup.sg/delivery. Valid from 1 – 10 May 2020.

Where to order? Jumbo Seafood Available for takeaway from their respective outlets and islandwide delivery on https://ift.tt/2Yfn17M

LUMO

Menu highlights include moreish bar snacks like Shoestring fries with mentaiko mayonnaise and bonito flakes (S$14+) and Homemade beef balls with tomato confit (S$18+). Indulge in their signature wood-fire grilled meats such as the Sakura pork chop (S$36+) and New Zealand Angus Ribeye (S$32+). Dessert with enticing choices such as the Classic Apple Pie (S$12+). Treat mother dearest to Burnt Cheese Cake, available as a slice (S$14+) or an alluring whole 1.5kg cake (S$80+) for a tribute to the occasion. Enliven the celebration with Lumo’s Breakfast-inspired cocktails (each serves 2) such as Palm Tree Tonic (S$30+) – a refreshing coconut and coffee-driven gin and tonic, and Stevie J (S$30+) – a riff on the classic Manhattan with notes of baked apple and a savoury finish.

Promotion

Exclusively from 4 to 10 May, enjoy a complimentary bottle of prosecco for every takeaway or delivery order of S$180 and above that is placed directly with Lumo. These orders are also valid for an additional 30% discount off all items.

Where to order? LUMO WhatsApp your order and address to 8921 3818 (Island-wide delivery). Also available on Grabfood and Chope.

Ng Ah Sio Bak Kut Teh

Enjoy the savoury, pork-based, peppery soup, Superior Spare Ribs Soup (x2), alongside other key dishes such as the Fish Maw Soup, Braised Big Intestine, Signature Teochew Braised Pig’s Trotter. Blanched Lettuce in Garlic Oil, Braised Beancurd, Fried You Tiao, and Steamed Ric (x4) and Honey with Lemon (x4).

Where to order? Ng Ah Sio Bak Kut Teh Available for takeaway from their respective outlets and islandwide delivery on https://ift.tt/2Yfn17M

Paris Baguette

Strawberry Blossom Cake – S$55.00 (Whole)

Chocolate Blossom Cake – S$55.00 (Whole)

Paris Baguette Sweet Blossom Gift Box – S$58.00 Surprise your mum with a gift box filled with lovely treats to make her day! Including two boxes of Teatra tea, two bottles of delicious cookies, two mini jars of sweet Mrs Bridges jams and a box of delightful macarons.

Promotion Customers will receive the following upon the purchase of any items from the Mother’s Day Cakes: * A complimentary box of Paris Baguette’s Macarons (4pcs, worth $10) for all pickup/takeaway orders from 27 Apr till 4 May

Where to order? Paris Baguette Mother’s Day cakes will only be available for island-wide delivery/takeaway from 8 May onwards Online https://ift.tt/35kMmPs

Shangri-La Hotel, Singapore

Mother’s Day Premium Feast is available until 9 May 2020 (1 day in advance).

The Premium Feast is available with the following items: DIY Popiah Set, Chicken Ngoh Hiang, Deep-fried Bakwan Kepiting (pork, crab & bamboo shoot balls), Cereal Prawns, Nyonya Chap Chye, Roasted Duck, Chilli Crab with deep-fried Mantou, Fried Rice with Prawns, Char siew, Vegetables. For desserts, enjoy Pulut Hitam and a Mother’s Day cake made of Lime Sponge, Peach Compote, and Sakura and Mascarpone Mousse.

Price: S$118nett (3 – 4 pax), S$198nett (6 – 8 pax) Early Bird: Order before 3 May 2020 to enjoy 10% savings Availability: 7 – 10 May 2020

Promotion  Early Bird Offer: Order before 3 May to enjoy 10% savings (self pick-up only).

Where to order? Shangri-La Hotel, Singapore Pick-up: Order via bit.ly/shangrilatakeaway for self pick-up. Delivery: Order via Grabfood, Foodpanda, or Deliveroo from 7 May 2020. Orders must be placed at least 1 hour in advance. Call 6213 4398 or email [email protected] for enquiries.

SPRMRKT

Mother’s Day DIY Meal Kits

Treat mum to a hearty Do-It-Yourself meal that even she would be proud of. Good for 2-3 adults and 2 kids, choose from three DIY Meal Kits (from S$165+ with cookware & S$98+ without) – all that is needed is to combine the provided ingredients in the enamel cookware that comes along with and pop it onto the stove or in the oven. To complete the meal, the kit includes a Kimchi Dip with Housemade Flaxseed Crackers, bread rolls, and for the kids, Housemade Chicken Fingers and Spaghetti Pomodoro:- Seafood Fest with Reiss Aromapot (Seafood bouillabaisse with baby potatoes)- Baked Seabream with Falcon Bake Tray (Salt baked whole seabream with crabmeat stuffing & lemon beurre blanc)- Baked Truffle Chicken with Falcon Bake Tray (Whole boneless chicken with butternut, sliced truffles & porcini sauce) Simply follow the instructions card on how to prepare these dishes.

Cupcake Bouquet

Present a floral bouquet of the edible kind to sweeten Mum’s day. An arrangement of beautiful blooms in pretty pastel hues, the cupcake bouquet features house-baked cupcakes ($35+ for 6 pieces and $18+ for 3 pieces) in flavours of lemon and rose, each delicately hand-piped with buttercream ‘petals’.

Mother’s Day DIY Meal Kits and Cupcake Bouquet is available from 29 April to 10 May 2020.

Where to order? SPRMRKT Available for Takeaway/ Available for Island-wide Direct Delivery with a $10 Delivery Fee. WhatsApp, call or email the respective SPRMRKT outlets to place an order at least one day in advance.

Tablescape

The star of the set, the Caramelized Apple Shell Tart with Rosemary Meringue, is redolent with the scent and flavours of apple and rosemary. The array of sweet treats and finger sandwiches exclusive to the tea menu also includes, but isn’t limited, to a savoury choux bun bursting with creamy chicken salad brightened with celery and lemon; luxuriously buttery sable Breton paired with foie gras, smoked duck and apple; and freshly baked sesame brioche and scones, with a trio of house-churned butter, housemade jam and clotted cream. With your choice of coffee or tea, the Set is good for two.

Mother’s day takeaway special at S$58 nett. Free delivery for 2 sets and above. Available 8-10 May 2020 (2.30PM to 5PM).

Where to order? Tablescape Online https://ift.tt/3d0dEx3 Call 63363456 Email [email protected]

York Hotel Singapore

‘Thank You, Mum’ Set Menu 1. Roasted Whole Spring Chicken 2. Golden Salted Egg Prawn 3. Braised Seasonal Vegetable 4. Fragrant Fried Rice with Preserved Meat Wrapped in Lotus Leaf.

Promotion DBS/POSB and UOB credit and debit cardmembers receive a complimentary Yam Pudding with Coconut Cream for orders and payment made by 30 April 2020.

Mother’s Day takeaway menu is available from May 2 to May 10, 2020. The set menu is priced at S$98 net per set and serves up to 4 diners.

Where to order? York Hotel Singapore Available for takeaway Call 6737 0511 Email [email protected]

Zui Yu Xuan Teochew

Mother’s Day Set Menu Specials is available from 1 May till 10 May 2020. Offering two delectable Teochew-style set menus this Mother’s Day, highlights include Braised Duck with Beancurd; a Teochew classic of tender duck meat and silky beancurd slices in a savoury braised sauce, Live Lobster Wok Baked with Fermented Bean and Garlic Teochew Style; luscious whole lobster coated in butter, fermented bean and garlic before being wok baked, Sliced 3-Head Abalone Braised with Sea Cucumber and Broccoli; a medley of luxurious seafood braised in an umami-rich sauce, Teochew Superior Shark’s Fin Soup featuring a broth prepared over seven hours using ‘Jinhua’ Chinese ham and chicken bones, and Wok Fried ‘Mee Sua’ with Seafood; a dish that signifies prosperity and longevity, packed with flavours from the sweetness of seafood such as scallops, prawns, and squid, to the robustness of ‘wok-hei’.

Where to order? Zui Yu Xuan Teochew Available for takeaway from their respective outlets and islandwide delivery on https://ift.tt/2Yfn17M

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Besanwali Masala Bhindi spicy masala bhindi/okra recipe in Indian flavors with chickpea flour and Indian spices.

A no-onion no-garlic, gluten free and vegan dry vegetable curry/subzi.

Easy and quick to make Besanwali Masala Bhindi, relished with rotis paranthas or pooris.

Besanwali Masala Bhindi,can also be made as a side dish with your favorite Dal/Lentil or vegetable curry for a wholesome meal with rice and chapatis. Bhindi or Okra aka Lady’s Finger as it is popularly known in India, is one of the most commonly made and a favorite vegetable among all the age groups. Kids especially eat this vegetable with chapatis or paranthas without any fuss and love to take this for there school lunch.

Bhindi/Okra is a very versatile veggie and it is cooked in many versions and ways depending on the region and state. In North Indian states of U.P and Rajasthan, Punjab and Haryana, it commonly cooked with onion and Indian spices like coriander powder, fennel and cumin seeds, red chilli powder.

Many people down Southern and Western, states make in yogurt based gravy or in peanut and coconut masala and some stir fry it with curry leaves and spices. Whatever way it prepared, it a part of everyday meals and festive menus.

This Besanwali Bhindi recipe is an easy and quick version of Stuffed Bhindi, where spices are mixed with besan or chickpea flour and stuffed vegetable through slits made in bhindi and then the vegetable is cooked in oil.

My naani used to cook masala bhindi this way many times. Bhindi is my favorite vegetable right from my childhood days and I loved having it with hot ghee chapatis and chilled meethi dahi(sweet yogurt). Once when naani was visiting our our place, I just told her that I really like her bhindi masala recipe and the next day when we came back from school, she had prepared it for me. Perfectly cooked bhindi coated in masala!!

This quick and easy version comes handy for busy mornings or preparing and elaborate meal for parties and get-togethers. Bhindi is cut into half and cooked with besan and spices instead of stuffing it vegetable. This saves time to stuff the masala n bhindi. which can take time when preparing for a big crowd. The taste and the texture of bhindi is just like the stuffed one and veg, and bhindis are all coated well in masala, which we call ‘Lipta hua’ in local Hindi dialect in Western U.P.

Cooking Bhindi can get tricky as many people complain of the stickiness in the vegetable.It is due to a slime like substance that makes bhindi sticky and spoils the texture of cooked vegetable.

Few pointers to keep in mind while cooking this vegetable..

Select soft bhindis, thick bhindis are over ripe and have lot of seeds which spoil the taste of vegetable.

Wash Bhindi properly in running water.Pat dry the bhindis with a kitchen towel or tissues.

While cooking, if the vegetable starts getting very sticky or there is lot of slime in it, this trick by my mom always a saver.. squeeze some lemon juice in bhindi, and the cook as per the process till all the vegetable is cooked.

After adding oil with spices, cook it in open pan for 2-3 minutes, then close the lid so that it gets cooked well. Then, again when before switching off the gas saute it in open pan on medium to high flame taking care not to burn it.

How to make Besanwali Masala Bhindi..

To make Besanwali Masala Bhindi, use properly dried fresh bhindi or okra. Besan or Chickpeas flour and powdered spices for Masala Bhindi.

Dry Powder Spices used for the vegetable …

Coriander Powder(dhaniya), Fennel Powder(Saunf Powder), Red Chilli Powder, Dry Mango Powder(Amchur) and Turmeric Powder. All the spice powders are available at Indian Grocery stores outside India .

Other spices used are cumin seeds(jeera), fennel seeds(saunf) and asafetida(hing).

For Gluten-free version avoid, asafetida

In North India, people use Mustard oil to cook most of the dry vegetables, which is used for making bhindi to. Use of oil differs from region to to region like, in Southern states of India Coconut oil is used and in Western India, peanut oil is used. North eastern and eastern India most people use Mustard oil but it varies as per one’s preferences. In case you do not cook in with above mentioned oil, Olive oil or any other good plant based oil can be used to cook the vegetable.

Other dry veggie recipes with mustard oil or subzis for everyday meal from the blog.. Gajar Aloo Methi Ki Subzi, Baigan Ka Bharta, Karele Ki subzi.

Step to make Besanwali Bhindi Masala

First prepare the veggies(Wash and Cut)

Wash bhindi and pat dry it dry on a kitchen towel or paper tissues.

Cut both the ends of Bhindi, the head and the tip of tail.

Lengthwise cut bhindi into half and if it is very long you can again halve the pieces.

In a bowl, mix all the powdered dry spices.

Heat oil in a pan (heavy bottomed or non-stick), add hing(optional), cumin seeds. Once the seeds crackle add besan and roast for a 1-2 minutes. Then add masala mix and roast the chickpea flour with spices for another 2 minutes on low flame.

Add cut bhindi to masala and saute well.

Add Fennel seeds and amchur or dry mango powder and salt. In case you do not have dry mango powder add 1-2 tbsp of lemon juice. Cook in for few minutes in open pan, after that cover it with lid.

Cook till bhindi is till it is on the crispy side. Keep the flame low and keep on lightly stirring the vegetable so that it doesn’t burn.

Before switching off the flame, take off the lid add kadhai masala(optional) and cook the vegetable for another 2 minutes.

Switch off the flame and transfer masala bhindi to serving bowl.

Besanwali Masala Bhindi

Besanwali Masala Bhindi spicy masala bhindi/okra recipe in Indian flavors with chickpea flour and Indian spices.

300 gm Bhindi/Okra (14.5 Oz or 3 Cups(when cut))

¼ Cup Chickpea Flour

1 tsp Cumin Seeds/Jeera

1 tsp Fennel Seeds

2 tbsp Mustard Oil/any other vegetable oil

Dry Spice Powders

2-3 tbsp Coriander Powder/Dhaniya Powder

1-2 tsp Red Chilli Powder

½ tsp Turmeric Powder/Haldi Powder

1 tsp Dry Mango Powder/Amchur

Wash Bhindi properly to wash off all the dirt.

Keep it in strainer for few minutes till the water drains out.

Wipe off all bhindi with a dry kitchen towel or paper tissues.

Cut both the ends of Bhindi, the head and the tip of tail. Lengthwise cut bhindi into half and if it is very long you can again halve the pieces.

In a bowl, mix all the powdered dry spices.

Add cut bhindi to masala and saute well.

Add Fennel seeds and amchur or dry mango powder. In case you do not have dry mango powder add 1-2 tbsp of lemon juice. Cook in for few minutes in open pan, after that cover it with lid.

Cook till bhindi is cooked on the crispy side. Keep the flame low and keep on lightly stirring the vegetable so that it doesn't burn.

Before switching off the flame, take off the lid and cook the vegetable for another 2 minutes.

Switch off the flame and transfer masala bhindi to serving bowl. Serve hot with chapatis.

Do make this spicy bhindi vegetable and relish with fresh chapatis or parantha. Since masala bhindi is made with dry spices with no water and onion or tomato, it stays longer and can be carried taken as travel food with paranthas(Tikadia) or pooris.

Make it during the festivals when you abstain from from no-onion no-garlic food. One of the best side dishes with Dal Chawal or any other lentil with chapatis. Spice level(red chilli powder) can be adjusted as per one’s preference and heat tolerance. Below pic shows Besanwali Masala Bhindi with Dhuli Masoor Dal.

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South Indian 7 Day Diet Chart for Weight Loss

Hey beauties, It’s every person’s dream to lose extra pounds and to gain a slim figure. Whether diet charts are from North India, South India, Korea, or from any other culture, knowing the right balance of food, to eat in the right quantity, is very important to maintain a healthy weight. Most of us love South Indian food. It’s true that South Indian meals are rice centric and seasoned with lots of veggies and sour things, but the best part is that this cuisine is extremely light on the stomach. This diet is very easy to follow. In this article, I have compiled a 7-day diet chart plan taking food items from all South Indian cuisines that would help you lose some weight and also would help in adopting a healthy lifestyle. Read on further to know more details: Day 1: Early Morning Drink: If you are a fitness freak or someone who hits the gym regularly, then it is advisable that you start your day with this early morning diet. Drink one cup of lukewarm water with 2 teaspoons of lemon juice in it. This drink prepares your body for fat-burning process and fastens the process when you start working out. Breakfast: Keep the breakfast light. Have 2-3 millet idlis with one bowl of sambar or one cup of green tea with 2 cream cracker biscuits. Mid-Morning: At this time of the day, consume some fruit. You can either have an apple or watermelon as the latter is rich in water content. You can also make fruit salad to derive nutrition from a group of fruits. Lunch: You can have a medium-to-heavy lunch with steamed rice/ragi balls + one bowl of sambar. Add curd to the lunch menu as it really works in a great way to burn fat. Evening meal: Have 1 cup of green tea without sugar with two Marie biscuits. Dinner: Keep the dinner light. Consume 2 rotis with a small bowl of “bhendekai gojju” (okra or bhindi curry in a tamarind base). You can add vegetable curry to this meal if you want to. Also, have curd with this meal. Bed-Time: 1 cup warm milk with a pinch of turmeric in it. This drink is great to detox the body and will help you to have a good sleep. Day 2: Early Morning: Have a glass of warm water and add apple cider vinegar to it. This drink will sped up your metabolism rate and will boost your immunity. Breakfast: 1 plain dosa + coconut chutney, 1 cup black coffee without sugar and a few almonds. Mid-Morning: A glass of coconut water with malai or mixed fruit salad. Lunch: 1 bowl brown rice / 2 multi-grain rotis+ 1 cup sambhar + 1 cup boiled vegetables + 1 bowl of curd Evening Time: A cup of black coffee without sugar + sprouted green gram sundal Dinner: 1 bowl millet khichdi + 1 medium bowl of Thayir pachadi ((Raita of sorts prepared by grinding grated coconut, a few green chillies, and cumin seeds into a paste. Then, curd is added to this mixture and a tadka with curry leaves and mustard seeds completes the dish) with veggie salad. Bed-time: A glass of warm milk with saffron in it before you go off to sleep. Day 3: Early Morning: 1 cup of aloe vera juice + 1 fruit of your choice Breakfast: 2 oats idli + 1 bowl sambar or 2 mixed vegetable uttapams + 1 bowl mixed veg sambhar. Mid-Morning: 1 cup green tea + 1 fistful of dry fruits or nuts Lunch: 1 small bowl white rice + 1 cup ridge gourd dal +small bowl beetroot thoran + 1 small cup of sprouts salad + 1 cup buttermilk Evening Time: Lassi without sugar + a handful of pistachios Dinner: A small bowl of Kovakkai (Tindora) Rice+ Pachai Payaru (Green Gram) Kuzhambu + 1 small bowl of curd Bed-Time: A glass of warm milk with a pinch of turmeric in it. Day 4: Early Morning: A glass of coconut water + 1 fruit of your choice Breakfast: Adai Dosa (made with rice, toor dal, chana dal, urad dal, moong dal, methi seeds) with chutney or Vegetable Oats Idli with green chutney + 1 cup of black tea (without sugar). Mid-Morning: 1 cup freshly pressed fruit juice + 4/5 almonds Lunch: 1 small bowl coconut rice + 2 rotis + 1 cup moong dal + 1 cup baked fish or 1 cup boiled chicken (or) 1 medium cup white rice + 1 small cup kothavarangai puli kootu + 1 cup sambhar + 1 small bowl of curd Evening-Time: 1 cup green tea + 1 cup unsalted popcorn Dinner Time: 1 bowl of Broccoli Poriyal (fry) +1 bowl of steamed rice +1 small bowl of curd (or) Egg dosa (made with egg white) with coconut chutney + a small bowl of fruit raita Bed-Time: A glass of warm milk with saffron in it Day 5: Early Morning: 2 teaspoons fenugreek seeds soaked overnight in 1 cup water Breakfast: Pessaruttu (moong dal dosa) with green chutney + 1 fruit of your choice + 1 cup green tea Mid-Morning: 1 cup coconut water + 4 almonds Lunch: A bowl of Keerai Paruppu (toor dal made with any leafy vegetable) Masiyal + 1 bowl brown rice + chicken curry (or) mixed vegetable kootu (kurma) with brown rice + Tomato and cucumber salad + chicken curry Evening Time: 1 cup black coffee + 2 multi-grain biscuits Dinner: 1 bowl of Andhra Dal Masiyal (toor dal curry) with 2 chapattis + A bowl of sprout salad + 1 bowl of curd Bed-Time: 1 glass of warm milk with a pinch of turmeric in it Day 6: Early Morning: A cup warm water with half tablespoon of lime juice + honey to it Breakfast: 3 medium vadas + tomato and onion chutney + 1 cup black coffee + 4 almonds Mid-Morning: 1 boiled egg + 1 fruit of your choice Lunch: 1 bowl brown rice + 1 bowl urud dal + boiled chicken (or) 1 bowl brown rice+ 1 Cup Sambar + 1 cup Mixed Vegetables + Baked Fish Evening-Time: 1 cup butter milk or 1 cup of black coffee + 2 cracker biscuits Dinner: 2 small multi-grain atta parathas with 1 cup vegetable kurma + 1 small bowl of curd or 1 bowl of rasam with lentil pancakes + 1 bowl of curd Bed-Time: As usual, have a glass of warm milk and add some condiments to spice it up. Day 7: Early Morning: A glass of methi water Breakfast: Vegetable Oats Idli with green chutney + 1 cup black coffee + 4- 5 almonds (or) 1 glass of ragi ganji + 2 idlis with chutney + 1 cup black coffee Mid-Morning: Any fruit of your choice + 1 multi-grain biscuit Lunch: 1 ragi ball with 1 bowl of cabbage palya (stir-fried cabbage) + 1 bowl of bassaru (is prepared using toor dal, green gram, beans, dill leaves and palak leaves) or 1 bowl of dal with steamed rice + an omlette made with egg white + 1 bowl of green salad Evening Time: 1 glass of yoghurt smoothie + a handful of nuts Dinner: 3 medium-sized ragi balls + vegetable lady finger curry + sambar + 1 bowl of green salad. (or) 2 rotis + 1 cup mixed veg curry + ½ masoor dal + 1 bowl of curd Bed-Time: Same as mentioned earlier It is always necessary to tweak your lifestyle in order to remain fit and healthy. If you follow this diet plan religiously, then at the end of 7 days, you will observe a big change in your current weight. 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