#meal rotation

[marialarouge]

Italian Cabbage Casserole This easy-to-make stovetop casserole, which is made with bacon, Italian sausage, cabbage, and apples, will be on your dinner menu all year long. 3 slices bacon diced, 2 teaspoons ground coriander, 1.5 teaspoons garlic minced, 1 sweet apple diced, 1 teaspoon ground black pepper, 1 can beef broth, 2 tablespoons Italian seasoning, 2 cups diced celery, 5 ounces shredded carrots, 1 head cabbage shredded, 1 white onion diced, 1 pound bulk mild Italian sausage, 1/2 teaspoon coarse sea salt

[localriverjournal]

Italian Cabbage Casserole This easy-to-make stovetop casserole, which is made with bacon, Italian sausage, cabbage, and apples, will be on your dinner menu all year long.

[akiacia]

valentine's at home

[nipuni]

AAHHH I just finished watching Doctor Who S2 and the following special and I'm obsessed 😭 I wish I had watched this show sooner, it's wonderful!! we are loving it and we are going to watch it all 🥰

[monakisu]

p5 mementos thoughts

i know it's meant to be an adaptation of jung's collective unconscious shenanigans but i think it'd be SO Cool to imagine mementos as some sort of living creature...

it's an amalgamation meshed with tokyo's urban metropolis environment so you'd notice the familiar stuff first, like train tracks and stations, but staying long enough in mementos reveals that it's still very much alive. you're exploring its innards! the walls are fleshy and veiny and pulsate verrryyy slowly to the rhythm of breathing or heartbeats, the wandering shadows can be thought of as bacteria or protein, and the reaper's obviously the immune system kicking in with its very determined white blood cell gunning to eliminate you the virus!!

and i like to think that metaverse costumes not only serve Stamina and Style (the two essentials) but also sorta trick mementos into thinking you "belong" in its body—at the very least, you're not food anymore! like, if the world's luckiest unluckiest human managed to noclip into mementos and somehow avoided evisceration via shadows, imagine if the floors and walls have been secreting a subtle acid and by the time this human notices their sneakers corroding away and how moist and raw their palms have gotten, they finally realize that they've been caught in the process of digestion! but of course metaverse users are safe and sound from turning into a goopy gooey mess :]

i especially enjoy likening mementos to the tunnel in Coraline that connects the real world with the other world + the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park in Texas :D both are creatures so massive that they breach eldritch proportions, and you the human are sooo itty bitty you've basically only been wandering in a single blood vessel out of an entire circulation system! or something like that!!

[b4kuch1n]

the king shunned, the lion dead, the knight lost, the princess absent. but the wizard lives.

[invinciblerodent]

I was thinking.

At first read, I thought Harding's apple pasta dish sounded uniquely gross, but then I remembered.

I'm Hungarian.

I'm no stranger to sweet pasta, especially not as a main dish; I grew up eating pasta with semolina and jam. I used to regularly have just straight up walnut- or poppy seed spaghetti. We fucking put sugar, black pepper, and steamed cabbage on pasta without batting an eye. We truly do not give a fuck. Pasta to us isn't even a carb, it's a vehicle.

I bet I could make an Apple Cheesy Butter Pasta that is actually good, and it would not even take as much finessing as I had initially thought.

Like, most I'd actually need to do to make it palatable is probably just swapping the semi-hard cheese I was envisioning to like a cottage cheese, and make the "apple" bit kind of an oldschool Hungarian granny-style apple pie filling with sugared cinnamon and grated tart apples.

Maybe I'd add a bit of goat cheese, or a bit of fresh mozz or some burrata to the top for the bubbly-cheesy-melty factor that Lace mentions, but other than that, if I disregard my first "ew, savory noodles swimming in too much store-bought applesauce with sharp cheddar on top" impression, it's not even that quirky a dish.

[faepunkprince]

Are you ever just insane for your friends ocs

[acutecoral]

I have no brain for prose at the moment, because I don't think I've watched enough Cellbit to really get his mannerisms right but just a concept in my head at the moment like

Cellbit has had the urge to relapse back to what felt natural, to resort of violence, to killing. Now not in service of himself, but for the people he cares about.

His hold over those urges was admirable, but it was always bound to snap.

It started with Felps. His friend. Lost to the Federation's grasp. I'd imagine ignoring the urge was...easy then, at least with the initial idea. He had a plan, he directed his focus to infiltrating, to misleading and convincing Cucurucho that he could be trusted. It was hard. Here on the island, he had found a family, friends, people he knew and grown to care about. To push them away, and mislead them must have felt awful. Back in the war, things weren't as complicated but he wanted to do something different. He can be different.

I imagine when it failed, when he was taken back and captured, maybe there was that voice at the back of his mind. "This would have been easier if..."

But it was a constant companion for many years, and he's had practice pushing it down and refocusing his energy to other things.

Like his family, his son, the Eggs, his friends, the Order, Roier, their wedding, the campaign for the presidency. There was a lot to do, so much that needed his attention it would have been easy to just focus on the next thing and pretend that those darker thoughts wasn't there.

Then the Eggs disappeared. His son was gone, the other Eggs were gone, and no one knew what had happened. Everyone was searching for answers and they barely had the pieces to put things together. But the Federation must have been behind it, they took the Eggs last time, it was the only answer.

Then Forever was forced to take the risus potion, forced to become a twisted parody of himself that Cellbit couldn't get through to. Forced to pretend everything was okay.

And Pac...Pac whom Cellbit had seen sink to despair since Mike was lost and now pushed even further now that Richas was missing. Pac was still determined, still so willing to sacrifice himself for the smallest chance to figure out what was affecting their friend, their family and find a way to cure him.

How Cellbit must have felt the strongest urge to tear the entire Federation down to the ground, when he found himself between Forever and Pac on that bench. How difficult that must have been to ignore and push past, because he couldn't indulge in it. He had to hold strong, he had to bring them back to reality, to come back to him.

But seeing Pac whimpering, huddled and trapped and so small, so afraid in that cage...then listening to Forever's screams, directed at the memory of Cucurucho in Cellbit's place, a play by play of what led him to be drugged in the first place, how those darker urges must have reared it's head up. Did Cellbit wish he did what Forever did? Even knowing where it led? That urge to let loose, to direct his anger at something, at someone who must have knew all the answers, who were obviously playing them for fools again, who was hurting his family so deeply once more, forcing those he cared about to this state.

It must have led to sleepless nights. Frustration and anger. He must have been so tired.

An exhaustion that everyone on the island felt, but especially...Roier. His huband.

Cellbit would have never forgotten the way the Federation played with Roier and Jaiden's hopes with Bobby's life. Dashing them when they were only granted 10 minutes with their child instead of giving him back.

And now the Eggs have been ripped away again. Roier's sister was taken. Roier's son in law was gone, and for someone that already lost someone he felt responsible for, Cellbit must have seen the heavy toll it took on Roier. The dark eye bags, the way he tries to busy himself, the way that he accepted the Eggs must be dead because he can't take another heartbreak. He can't handle to have that hope they're alive dashed again. Again. Again.

Then...Bagi. That was the last straw. The one that broke the camel's back. The revelation he had a peaceful life before. He was loved, he was safe, he had a family, he had a sister...He had a past before the war, he had come from somewhere, and he was ripped away from it, those memories lost, drowned with the memory of blood and violence and survival.

Cellbit had spent so long treading water, keeping his head up, but no more. No longer. He can't afford to. He had tried playing by the bear's rules, he had tried going about it another way, but clearly it wasn't working.

It was time for a change of tactic.

...

Did killing that first worker feel like relief? Did he surprise himself with how easy it was to slip back into those old habits he had spent so long to ignore? How easy to must have been to watch, to stalk, to wait...before going for the kill?

But maybe he can tell there's a difference here now. Just a little.

These skills were ones he learned to survive. Taught by a dear, old friend. And it served him well, but now he's stepping back into the shoes of the monster, not for himself no. But for the people he loves. The people he knows have been hurt. He's doing it for them.

He will burn down the Federation even if he has to use his own body for the kindling.

[thelittlestspider]

Romantic dinner

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Outtake of Matt tormenting restaurant staff to order Peter's meal

The inspiration

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

I hate being an adult most when I have to come up with a plan on what to cook for the next days when I write my grocery list.

[calciumcryptid]

Gods, Ojiro Mashirao is psychologically interesting.

[bagelwizard]

Various doodles of the Autumn Girl (tm)

[whiskey-in-a-mug]

Rhaenys I Targaryen,,,girl I have thoughts about you

[kkoct-ik]

i love eating food food is so good yay food wooooo go food i love food

[makkie-is-screaming]

My dad keeps talking about places he wants to eat at during the road trip