#mmmm bread and oil mmm

[ameliaenya707]

I devoured the bread and oil

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you like the same foods as me? survey by joybucket

Section 1: Breakfast Foods

scrambled eggs: Yes, but I do prefer sunny-side up or over-easy.

coffee cake (it's bread mixed with cinnamon): Yesss. So good.

pancakes: I very rarely eat pancakes, but I like them. Waffles are better.

bacon: Ew, no. I don't get the obsession.

waffles: Yep. I'm perfectly fine with just good ol' Eggo's to be honest.

maple syrup: Mmm, of course. Gotta have that with pancakes and waffles. And maple flavored things like maple donuts or maple and brown sugar oatmeal.

toast with raspberry jam: I don't think I've ever had raspberry jam, but I think I'd like it. I like grape and strawberry.

sausage: I used to, but it can be a little spicy and I can't have spicy food anymore. :(

Egg McMuffin: Yeah, with cheese.

blueberry muffin: Blueberry muffins are delicious.

a salad - eaten for breakfast: Not something I've ever wanted to have for breakfast.

pasta- eaten for breakfast: Pretty sure I haven't had pasta for breakfast either. I stick to the pretty common breakfast foods. Honestly, I mostly just have eggs.

granola bars: Yeah, they were good to just grab and go when I was in school or just to have as a snack.

yogurt and granola: Nah, I'm good. Not a big yogurt fan anyway and if I were to have any it was like a Go-Gurt or the Trix flavored ones, haha.

Section 2: Lunch or Dinner

macaroni and cheese: I'm not obsessed, but I like it. I prefer macaroni salad.

ravioli: Mmm, spinach and cheese ravioli is delicious.

tortellini: Pesto tortellini is the best.

mashed potatoes: Love mashed potatoes and gravy.

baked potato soup: I actually haven't tried it before cause I'm not much of a soup person, but that is one I have thought about trying.

cheesy potato soup: ^^^

chicken corn chowder soup: I don't like seafood.

butternut squash soup: That doesn't sound appealing to me.

chicken salad sandwich: Never had it.

chicken Caesar salad: I like Caesar salad, but I don't recall having it with chicken.

chicken salad wrap: Nah, not a wrap person.

ham and cheese with crackers: Swap the ham with turkey, salami, or bologna then yes.

spinach artichoke dip: Yesss. Especially when it's warmed up and you have sourdough bread to dip with.

breadsticks: Love them and love when they’re served at restaurants with olive oil. <<< Saaame. I like them with marinara sauce, too.

Section 3: Foreign Foods

sushi: Nooooo.

sesame chicken: I've never had it.

sweet and sour chicken: Yum.

General Tao's Chicken: Never had it.

rice with chicken, vegetables, and pineapple: Never had that, but it doesn't appeal to me at all.

lasagna: I like lasagna and my mom makes a very delicious one, but in recent years I've become very particular and picky (even more so) with food and textures, and I don't enjoy lasagna noodles anymore. It's a shape thing. It's actually the same with tortellini. For whatever reason, those noodles are harder for me to eat. I like thin or penne noodles.

garlic bread: Garlic bread is the bomb. I love garlic. I love bread.

tacos: I would prefer a burrito or just skip out on the tortilla altogether to be honest, BUT I do love me a Doritos taco from Taco Bell.

nachos: I already talked about this recently, but I've been into using these chips called Andy Capp's Cheddar Fries in place of the typical tortilla chip or even French fries and making nachos with those consisting of beans, shredded cheese, gravy, guac, sour cream, cilantro, and onions. It's SO good.

pizza: I do love me some pizza. It's not something I crave a lot, but I do enjoy it.

quesadillas: Shredded chicken quesadillas are good. I don't have them very often either, though. Taco Bell's chicken quesadilla with their is avocado ranch is really good, though.

spaghetti: Spaghetti and meatballs are yummy. Instead of lasagna give me that.

chicken fried rice: It's fine. Not a big rice person, but I can eat fried rice or Mexican rice. I don't like just white rice.

crab rangoon: Mmmm, I've actually been really into that lately. I like when they're crispy and really stuffed with cream cheese.

Snacks: Chips and dips are my favorite snacks.

apples: Meh. It's been quite awhile since I've had an apple. I used to eat them more when I was younger with like peanut butter or salt.

grapes: I don't recall the last time I had grapes either as it has been awhile, but I like them. I'm just not a fruit person, it's not something I crave or reach for.

strawberries: They're good, but it's the same thing as I said with the previous answers. Chocolate covered strawberries are yummy, though.

crackers: I like buttery, garlic-y, or cheesy crackers.

protein bars: Ew, nooo.

milk chocolate: I like it. White chocolate is my favorite, though.

bananas: I would say they're my favorite if I were to choose a fruit and one I have more often in comparison to any other fruit. Banana milkshakes are my favorite.

popcorn: Extra butter and salt, please. Movie theater popcorn is the best. Ooh, and I recommend getting this garlic parm popcorn seasoning you can find at the store and some movie theaters.

Candy: Eh, not a big candy person. I much prefer brownies, cookies, cupcakes, donuts, muffins, ice cream/milkshakes, cheesecake...

Reese's: I loved 'em growing up, but for some reason in recent years I haven't been as into them. I'm also kind of thinking I may have developed a slight reaction towards peanut butter.

Sour Skittles: I hate sour foods so this is a no for me. <<< Me, too. They irritate my mouth and tongue and I just don't find the sour sensation enjoyable at all.

Hershey's Cookies and Cream bars: Yum. I wish they'd bring back the Halloween version (it had candy corn pieces instead) and the Christmas one (it had candy cane pieces) as well.

Tootsie Fruit Chews: Nah.

gummy bears I don't like gummy candies.

Jolly Ranchers: As a kid I had those all the time, the watermelon ones especially.

Smarties: I like 'em even though there's nothing exciting about them.

Sweet Tarts: Nah.

Reese's Pieces M&M's: Those are two different candies, though? Or I've somehow missed out on that combo. Either way, I like both.

Laffy Taffy: The banana ones were good.

Airheads: Nah.

Next Section: Dessert

chocolate brownies: Loveeee.

chocolate pie: Meh, no thanks.

coconut cream pie: Ew, coconut anything is a hard pass.

apple pie: No thanks. I really don't care for pie except for cheesecake.

pumpkin pie: Nooo. I don't like pumpkin anything.

key lime pie: Nope.

peach pie: Nope.

strawberry swirl cheesecake: Now this is a big yes. Love it.

cream puffs: Meh, I don't think they're that great.

custard-filled donuts with chocolate frosting: I don't like filled donuts.

chocolate chip cookies: I enjoy a good chocolate chip cookie now and then, sure.

peanut butter cookies: I like them.

gingerbread cookies: Nooo.

chocolate fudge: Yum. I love fudge, but if we're talking cookies Keebler has Fudge Sticks, which are fudge covered vanilla wafer cookies and they're so addicting.

chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream: Yum yum.

vanilla ice cream: I do enjoy just a classic vanilla shake or ice cream as well.

rainbow sherbet: I like it in this punch my mom makes, but I don't eat it by itself.

strawberry cream pie: No. I thought we were done with the pies.

strawberry shortcake: Nah.

chocolate-covered strawberries: White chocolate covered strawberries, please.

apple crisp: Nah.

pudding: Not a big pudding person, but banana pudding is quite good and something I'll have now and then.

Last Section: Some more that I thought of!

yams: No.

corn on the cob: It's easier and preferable to eat off the cob.

apple cinnamon oatmeal: Sure. I prefer brown sugar and cinnamon, though.

hard-boiled eggs on salads: Yes, that's a must.

dried cranberries on salads (aka craisins): Ew, no.

coleslaw: No.

pita and hummus: Hummus is gross.

ham and pineapple pizza: Nooo.

peanut butter and jelly sandwich: I like them, but I rarely have one. I actually did have an Uncrustable this morning, though.

finger jello: Finger jello? Not sure what that is, but I'm not a fan of jello, so I'm gonna say no.

avocado toast: With a sunny-side up egg, yes please.

Special K with Berries (it's a cereal): No.

snickerdoodles: They're good.

crab dip: Nooo.

teriyaki chicken sandwich: I like teriyaki chicken, so I'd probably like it.

kale: Never had it, have no desire to try it.

spinach: Love it.

pumpkin bread: Blech, no.

zucchini bread: Ew, nooo.

whipped cream Yesss.

blueberry scones: Sure.

cranberry scones: Nooo. I don't like cranberry anything.

carrots and dip: Raw carrots and ranch are good.

watermelon: Refreshing treat. Haven't had it in quite awhile, though.

clementines: No.

fish and chips: Nooo.

lobster dip: I do not like seafood.

pasta with shrimp: ^^^

Arby's curly fries: A lot of people obsess over 'em, but I personally wasn't impressed.

buffalo Mac and cheese: I can't eat spicy food anymore, but back when I could yes please. Mac and cheese with chili oil or Sriracha was bomb, too.

chicken wings: Boneless, yessss. One of my fave foods.

chicken nuggets: Yum.

mangoes: I used to like chili covered mangoes back in the day.

ham and cheeese omelette: No on the ham.

enchiladas: They're good.

clams: Nooo.

caramel: Yummy. Omg, now I want a caramel frappe.

peanut sauce: Never had it.

peanuts: Sure.

apple butter: Never had

soy sauce: Yeah, I like to dip my Chinese food in it.

trail mix: Sure.

bagels: Bagels with strawberry cream cheese is the best.

English muffins: With egg and cheese.

croissants: Mmmm, fresh, buttery, flaky croissant.

[trvelyans-archive]

for @goblin-deity, pollux and ortega being cute via text because writing fics that include text conversation is my fave thing ever <3 i hope you enjoy this lovely owen !!!

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It’s rainy season in Los Diablos, and today is no exception. Occasionally a gust of wind sends the tools on your shelves rattling, and though the sound of you working on your armor drowns out the worst of the noise, it’s hard to ignore the constant flickering of the albeit dim overhead lights and the creaking of your base around you, threatening to collapse underneath the pressure of the wind and rain at any second.

You sit back on your heels with a sigh, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead, and examine your handiwork. It’s been a learning experience to figure out how to repair your own armor – there’s a million different components to consider – but you’re definitely starting to get a better hang of it, and it looks almost just as good as it would if Mortum had done it. You lean down to pick up your wrench again when you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and you stick a hand inside to fish it out. Of course it’s Ortega, and of course he sent you five messages in a row without realizing how irritating that is. You frown and stand up, opening your phone as you pad towards your workbench, hoisting yourself on top of it as you read.

Ortega: Hey, Pollux, what are you doing tonight?

Lux?

If you’re alive, blink twice.

Sorry, that was supposed to be a joke but you probably won’t find it funny.

Anyway, text me when you get these. I’m trying to be rational but I’m also 50% convinced your lying in a ditch somewhere so… yeah. Give me a call, will you?

You bite your lip, quickly typing out a response you hope will annoy him and hitting send.

You: *you’re

You’re about to put your phone down and get back to work when Ortega replies.

Ortega: Hey :)

You: You’re just going to ignore me correcting your spelling like that?

Ortega: I don’t really care. How are you? Are you okay?

Before you can reply, another couple messages come in. You roll your eyes as you read them, biting back the smile spreading across your face.

Ortega: Love you.

Hope you’ve been doing well.

You: You’re turning into such a romantic.

Ortega from eight years ago wouldn’t believe this with his own eyes.

Ortega: He was a self-absorbed jackass.

You: You’re saying that like you aren’t still a self-absorbed jackass.

Ortega: I like to think I’m less of both, but fair enough, I guess. How are you, really?

You: Busy.

Ortega: Mmmm. I love it when you talk dirty.

You: I’m going to throw my phone into the ocean.

Ortega: No, I was just kidding!

You: What if I did it anyway?

Ortega: :(  

You laugh, running a hand through your hair and pulling it out of its ponytail as you tap out another response.

You: I won’t for now. Did you have a reason for annoying me today or were you just bored?

Ortega: Are you ever going to stop being so caustic?

You: Ooo, fancy word. Did you have to look up synonyms for ‘asshole’ to find it, or…

Ortega: That’s not what I meant, and that’s also not what I thought it meant. My aunt said it to my mom a couple weeks ago and I’ve been trying to work it into conversation.

You: You’re hopeless.

Ortega: Hopelessly in love with you, maybe.

Groaning, you consider smashing your phone with a hammer, or perhaps dousing it in acid, but instead decide to give in and play whatever game he’s secretly challenging you to. You’ll get the best of him. You always do.

Most of the time, anyway.

Besides, if you don’t have a phone to text him with, he’ll probably end up tracking you down and kidnap you to his apartment to play board games and eat cheese bread and watch movies. At least talking on the phone staves off his undying desire for quality time a little.

Not that you’re entirely opposed to it, but… you have better things you could be doing. Like right now, for instance. Your villain armor is hanging open in your workshop, begging you to crawl inside and fine-tune the HUD, and instead you’re wiping your fingers on a dirty rag so you don’t get oil on your phone screen when you message Ortega back.

You: Shut up.

Or I’ll throw my phone out.

Ortega: You keep saying that, and yet here you are, still texting me…

You: Do you want me to do it, then?

Ortega: No, of course not.

Sometimes it feels like we talk in circles. We had this conversation already. Let’s move on to another one! :)

What are you doing tonight?

You: Being busy.

Ortega: Creative excuse, I like it.

:)

Seriously, though. You have any plans?

You: Depends who’s asking.

Ortega: ???

You: I know it’s you texting me, idiot. It’s just a thing that people say.

Ortega: Oh, I thought…

Sorry. Never mind. It doesn’t matter. Are you going to answer my question?

You: I’m doing nothing tonight.

Ortega: Do you mean actually nothing or nothing you’re going to tell me about?

You: Neither. Both. Get to the point.

Ortega: You should come over.

You keep telling me you’re busy lately, and I get that – well, I don’t, not really, but I pretend to so I don’t piss you off – but I miss you.

I’ll pay for the cab.

You: Have you looked outside, Ortega?

Ortega: I have a change of clothes here at my house with your name on it.

You: I bet you bought the wrong size.

Ortega: I didn’t.

I asked Argent what size she thought you were and got it. They’re PJs, and they’re comfy, I promise. I’m pretty sure they’re silk, but don’t quote me on that.

They have little lightning bolts on them.

I thought you’d look cute wearing them.

;)

You: Don’t tell me you got me fluffy socks too…

Ortega: I was tempted, but you’d probably end up tripping on them.

You: Asshole.

Ortega: I just mean because your feet are so small!

You: Still, asshole.

Ortega: Come on, Pollux. I bet hanging out at my place would be better than doing nothing wherever you are…

(Where are you???)

You: Did you get yourself a pair of matching PJs?

You wait for half a minute before Ortega starts typing again. It’s a picture this time, though, not a text, and even though it’s about as blurry as a picture could be, you can faintly make out the tight lightning-bolt printed shirt he’s wrangled over his shoulders.

What an idiot. What a dork. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst open in your chest and you clear your throat to compose yourself even though he isn’t even around to notice.

Asshole.

You: You just put mine on, didn’t you?

Ortega: Maybe. I’ll wear the top, you wear the bottoms. Sound like a plan?

You: You’re not going to convince me that easy.

Ortega: Okay, fine. You wear the top, I’ll wear the bottoms. Or I’ll wear none. Or we can both wear none. Is that better?

You: Go to Hoots or something if you’re this horny.

Ortega: Jeez, way to just come out and say it like that!

You: You’re not denying it.

Ortega: I didn’t care to. That’s not why I texted you, though.

That’s just an added bonus.

You: There was a perfect opportunity for a joke in there.

Ortega: I know, and I almost said it, but I thought maybe you’d kill me through the screen.

You: I’m tempted anyway, so that couldn’t have made it much worse.

Ortega: Is there anything I can say to convince you to come over?

You lean back against the wall and tap your tongue against the roof of your mouth, thinking it over. You’ve done a lot of work today, all things considered, and you could use a break.

You: I don’t know. What do you think?

Ortega: Maybe I could send you a picture?

You let out a huff of breath and squirm slightly where you sit, flattening your hand against your thigh as you consider your reply.

You: Don’t tell me you’re just going to find a picture on the internet and send it to me…

Ortega: I’m perfectly proud of what I’m packing, thank you very much.

Besides, you’d know if it wasn’t mine. Don’t think I forgot the good look you took at it last time you saw it…

;)

You: Those are some big words, Ricardo…

Ortega: I can let you in on a couple other big things.

You: Ugh. Smug asshole.

You grit your teeth.

Imagine if Tia Elena heard you talking like this.

Ortega: Please don’t bring up Mama when I’m trying to sext you.

You: I thought you were trying to get me to come over.

Ortega: I was, but I didn’t think you were going to change your mind.

Are you?

You: Maybe if you convince me.

Ortega: Do you want my face in the picture?

You let out a laugh and hop down from the workbench, carefully tip-toeing around the scattered tools on the ground as you head for the rickety couch in the corner of the room with your eyes trained on your phone.

You: Like you could bend like that, old man.

Ortega: I could for you.

You: I don’t want your broken back or your hospital bills on my conscience. You gonna send the picture or not?

Ortega: Mmm. Impatient, are we?

You: If you’re not going to send it I can just get back to work…

Ortega: No, no, I’ll send it, hang on.

You wait impatiently with his chat screen open as you settle in on the couch, ignoring the temptation to start rubbing your thighs together. You’re not pathetic enough to start getting yourself off before Ortega even sends a picture, and you’re not even sure if it’s going to be good enough to get you horny, too, so you don’t want to warm yourself up for nothing.

It’s weird how normal it’s become to have this sort of relationship with Ortega. When you were Sidestep, you dreamt about it too much and too strongly to be anything but embarrassed by it, and now that it’s real you can barely believe it sometimes. Sure, things have changed – you’ve changed, too, more than anything – but you can’t deny that it makes you feel a little bit like your younger self. What you could’ve been, maybe.

What you can’t be anymore. But you’re going to push those thoughts out of your head right now.

You zoned out staring at the wall, and when your phone buzzes in your hand you practically jump half a foot in the air. You’re still not used to someone having such easy access to talking to you, and you’re certainly not used to having your phone on vibrate (you had it on mute for a long time before Ortega called you drunk and on the verge of tears one night thinking you had died because you didn’t answer). You take a breath before looking down at the screen and yup, there it is, Ortega’s cock in high definition.  

Ortega: You like?

;)

You definitely do, but you didn’t have enough time to appreciate it.

You: The picture is good but your follow-up messages basically just turned me completely off.

Ortega: :(

You’re kidding, right? It took me so long to take that picture.

You: Don’t want it all to be for nothing?

Ortega: I do text my mom with this phone, you know.

Jesus, why am I talking about my mom when I’m trying to jack off?

You’re killing me, Pollux.

Don’t you know it.

You take a longer look at the picture before replying. At the bottom of the screen, you can just make out Ortega’s hand wrapped around himself, and you know for a fact it’s just because he wants to show off how big his cock is in comparison to his fingers. You stifle a smile and bite your lip, giving in and sliding a hand in between your legs. You don’t move it, and you don’t take your pants off or anything, either. You just leave it there, waiting, wondering.

You: Send a video?

Ortega: Christ. Okay.

Gimme a minute.

You: Mmm.

Ortega: Don’t send me that ‘mmm’. I’m trying to save myself for when you come over.

You: Oh, you think I’m coming over now, do you?

Ortega: Definitely. Wait until you hear the noises I’m making in this video if you’re not already convinced.

You: Are you done?

Ortega: Yeah, I’m just watching it again to make sure it’s good.

You: Jesus.

Ortega: I want to make sure it gets you going!

You: Using the exclamation point made it 100% less likely for you to ‘get me going’.

Ortega: You’re mean.

Here I am baring my soul for you and you don’t even care.

You: I care about this video you haven’t sent yet.

Ortega: It’s sending! It’s very long.

You: …

Ortega: I meant the video.

You: Sure you did.

Your phone buzzes as the video finally comes in and you look at the door to your workshop to make sure it’s closed and locked. You don’t know who would come in, but whoever they could be you want to make sure they can’t. You turn your volume all the way up and sink lower against the arm of the couch, turning up your phone brightness until the reflected light of Ortega’s virtual cock slants against the wall behind you.

It’s an obscene video, of course. If he sent this to his mother she’d probably exorcise him, but you enjoy it, in any case. It feels a little stupid, though, to hear him whispering your name into his phone’s speaker, to hear the crackling of the recording as you hold your phone closer to your face to get a better look at it. It’s a good video – you’re not denying that – but it certainly isn’t as efficient as it would be for you to just… go over, maybe, and see it all in person.

Ortega: Did it send?

You: Yeah.

Ortega: Well?

You: You said you’ll pay for the cab?

Ortega: Pollux, I’d pay for a private jet if that’s what it took for you to come over right now.

You glance at the clock on the wall. If you call a cab now, you can be at Ortega’s in 45 minutes.

You: I’ll be there in an hour.

Ortega: :(

Well I’ll be waiting. Should I put my clothes back on?

You: You took ALL your clothes off?

Ortega: …

I was excited.

You: Hmm.

Ortega: Pollux…

No. Leave them off.

Ortega: Your wish is my command.

But hurry, please.

You lock the door to your workshop behind you as you rush to change into something a little cleaner before the cab gets here. A black hoodie with a blue long-sleeve t-shirt underneath, some loose sweatpants that you don’t bother tying up all the way. You’ll be lucky if you even have time to stumble to his bedroom and take your clothes off when you finally get there, to be honest. You’re probably barely going to be able to make it through the front door.

You hurry to climb inside the cab when it arrives, and you swear nothing in the world has ever felt longer than the ride to Ortega’s.

[writeawayharry]

The Kindergarten Teacher (Daddy Harry, Part 4)

For previous parts, click here.

The excitement in the air was so abundant it was almost tangible. You were glad you decided to schedule a little party for the day; with the way your students were anticipating summer, you doubted they would sit still long enough to get some learning done.

It was the last day of school, a day that left you feeling a mix of emotions. It was so gratifying to see the once shy children who didn’t know anyone play freely and joyously with each other. But of course, you were going to miss them dearly. And it looked like they were going to miss you too.

Throughout the course of the day, your students came up and spontaneously wrapped their little arms around your waist, declaring how much they loved you. It nearly brought a tear to your eye.

There were only minutes to go in the school year, and all but one had said goodbye.

 “I don’t have to tell you goodbye,” little Darcy Styles said, hand over her mouth like she was sharing a secret. “We’re going on vacation tomorrow!” Her eyebrows wiggled excitedly.

 “Oh yes, Darcy. We will be seeing lots of each other this summer.”

 She smiled broadly and ran to her classmates excitedly. You held your breath momentarily, hoping she wasn’t going to tell them all.

 You didn’t know why you still felt self-conscious over your relationship with Darcy’s father. It had been steady for a few months and you wouldn’t be surprised if a few parents put two and two together by now. But still, you were relieved—today being the last day officially meant that you were no longer dating the father of your student.

 With the clocking nearing three o’clock, you gathered your students on the carpet and read them one last story. By the time you were finished and ready to dismiss them for the summer, quite the crowd of parents had already gathered in the hall. And one of them was your boyfriend.

 “Be safe, everyone! I’ll miss you!” you called as the kindergarteners trickled passed you.

 You smiled as Darcy ran into her daddy’s arms. However, you weren’t the only one smiling. A few of the single mothers—and some of the married ones—were practically ogling Harry. You doubted it was the first time.

 Harry’s eyes met yours and he rolled them playfully. You shrugged. Your boyfriend was one hell of a man. 

And he was all yours.

 “So, Ms. Y/L/N,” Harry said, leaning towards you, his hand intertwined with Darcy’s. “It looks like you’ll be free for a few months. Any plans?”

 “Mmmm, not really,” you teased. “Just going on vacation with a few special people.”

 Harry laughed for a moment before his lips pressed firmly into yours. The kiss was deeper than you expected it to be, considering the setting.

“Harry, geez, there still may be children around,” you told him red-faced.

 Harry looked sheepish. “Sorry, whenever you’re around I tend to get tunnel vision.”

“Smooth, Styles, smooth,” you blushed, stepping back into the classroom to gather your things.

 “Bye-bye school,” Darcy sang as the three of you walked hand-in-hand to Harry’s Rover.

 …

 “Wow! I am so excited to see the Mafia Coast!” Darcy clapped her hands.

 You and Harry exchanged an amused look. Your fellow first class passengers didn’t bother to hide their looks of confusion.

 “I’m glad you’re excited, Darce,” her dad said, “but we’re not going to the Mafia Coast, we’re going to the Amalfi Coast.”

 “It’s a good thing, too,” an older man a few rows ahead of you said. “If you went to the Mafia Coast, you might never return.”

 You let out an awkward shuffle. At least Darcy didn’t hear that comment; she was too engrossed in the picture books you had packed for her.

 “These damn flights are so damn long,” an elderly woman spoke loudly. She was wearing a tracksuit and a white headband. Her mouth was surprisingly potty. “Bill, did you bring my iPod?”

Bill turned out to be the man who spoke earlier. “No, Iris, I forgot. Sorry, dear.” He didn’t sound the least bit apologetic.

“You can borrow mine,” Harry offered.

Iris turned around, and her eyes widened appreciatively at his appearance.

“What a sweet young thing, and handsome too,” she winked.

 Harry blushed. “There’s a new album I just downloaded. It’s called Harry Styles Greatest Hits. Give it a listen.”

 “Who the hell is that? I’ve never heard of him. Eh, he’s probably crap. All the new music is these days.”

 Harry gave you a quick look before the two of you burst out laughing. Reluctantly, Iris popped in the headphones. You could see from the little screen that she was indeed listening to Harry. He just had such a way with people.

 Harry and you talked a bit once the plane took off until you got drowsy. He began to caress your scalp and within minutes, you were fast asleep on his shoulder.

 You were gently woken from Harry when the plane landed. Wow. You had slept for eight hours. The two of you went to carefully rouse Darcy as well. Surprisingly, Bill and Iris were awake. She popped her headphones out.

 “This chap’s not bad. Hey Bill, get me a kiwi, will you?”

 …

 You had never been to Italy before, and the Amalfi Coast was exceeding any of your expectations. Deep blue water surrounded the mountains and hills covered in rocks and white and clay homes. It was stunning. And the company wasn’t bad either.

 If you didn’t know if your boyfriend was big in Italy, you got your answer. Everywhere you went—whether it was a shop or a restaurant or the beach—fans came up to him, saying little more than ciao, but very passionately. Even the shades did nothing to hide his charisma.

 You leaned back in your white bistro chair, content and relaxed at lunch. Harry spoke as he dipped a piece of bread in olive oil.

 “So, Ms. Y/L/N, Darcy, how does an afternoon at the beach sound?”

 “Beach, yeah! I love beach!” Darcy cheered.

 “So that’s a yes from you.” Harry laughed, ruffling Darcy’s hair.

 “What about you Ms. Y/L/N?” she asked you.

 “Sounds good to me. And by the way, Darcy, you can just call me Y/N,” you offered gently.

The little girl had yet to call you anything other than what she was used to. However, so was Harry. And that was more than a little odd.

 …

 You and Harry were lying on a chair in the sand while Darcy was hard at work on a sand castle. Harry’s torso was bare, his shirt buttons open and you ran your hands along the hot surface. You smiled as you watched Darcy’s hair blow lightly in the wind.

 “I can’t see!” Darcy complained. “My hair is in my eyes!”

 You rummaged through your bag until you found a hair band. “Come here, little one.”

 Slowly and gently, you twisted Darcy’s fine hair into a simple braid. When you were done, you gave a soft kiss to her cheek.

 “Thank you Ms. Y/L/N. I look very beautiful now.” Darcy raised her chin in the air.

 You laughed, looking back at Harry. He looked surprisingly tender.

 You leaned back into his hard body and put a finger to his chin. “What’s wrong?” you whispered low enough so that Darcy wouldn’t hear.

 “Nothin’,” he answered in a thick voice. “That was just the first time a woman other than Gem or my mom did Darcy’s hair.”

 You bit your lip and ran your hands over Harry’s chest. “I’m happy to.”

 …

 Harry was quiet that night at dinner. At least you thought so; it was hard to tell, considering Darcy wouldn’t stop chit-chatting. She was barely eating her pizza.

 “Everything okay, Harry?” you asked him in between bites of your ravioli.

 “Mmm hmm, yeah.” He seemed a little nervous, but you didn’t press.

 “Ready to go, Darce?” he asked about a half hour later. “It’s almost bed time.”

 You frowned. It was only just after seven o’clock.

 Darcy’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah! Is this the night I go to bed early?”

 Harry winced. “Yes, Darcy. Remember our secret?” He gave her a knowing nod. Darcy covered her mouth with her tiny hands.

 A Styles Secret. Okie-dokie.

 …

 You had just taken off your heels in your bedroom of the villa Harry had rented when he walked in from putting Darcy to sleep.

 “So, Ms. Y/L/N, what do you want to do tonight?”

 “How about a movie?” you asked easily. “And what’s with you calling me that?”

 Harry went to his suitcase to retrieve something. “No reason,” he shrugged, picking up a medium sized box. “I just wanted to use it up considering I don’t know how much longer I—or anyone—will be able to call you that.”

 A chill came over your body. “What does that mean?”

 Harry didn’t answer with words. Instead, he walked towards you and got down on one knee.

 Oh my god.

 He opened the box and revealed the diamond.

 Oh my god for real.

 “I want you to be Mrs. Styles, if that’s okay with you.”

Tears spilled over as Harry continued to profess his love for you.

 “Yes!” you interrupted. “Yes, Harry, the answer is yes.”

 He stood up and pulled you into his arms, spinning you around. You squealed and giggled and nearly came undone when you saw that Harry’s eyes were wet as well.

 He gently threw you onto the bed and began kissing your face, your lips, your everything.

 You didn’t even notice the little girl enter your room.

 “Did she say yes? Did she say yes?” Darcy practically screamed.

 “Yes!” you laughed as Harry tickled your stomach. “I said yes!”

 “Yes!” Darcy repeated, running towards the bed and nearly knocking the two of you over.

 All situated on the couch, Harry wrapped his arms around both of his favourite girls.

 “I love you, Y/N. I love you Darcy,” he said, face full of joy.

 “I love you Darcy, I love you Harry,” you said, meaning every word.

 He grabbed your hand and squeezed gently. And just when you thought the moment couldn’t get better, Darcy Styles went and said this:

 “I love you Daddy, I love you Mommy.”

 Your heart nearly burst, fresh tears springing to your eyes. How in the world did you get so lucky to be her kindergarten teacher?

This concludes The Kindergarten Series! Thank you so, so much for reading! Daddy Harry has become my new favourite thing to write, and there will definitely be more to come! I can’t thank you enough for the response to this series! I love you all. x

[amymel86]

The Hunt (1/2) - The Wolves of Winterfell additional chapters - Jonsa

Heeeeey! 

So I tried to get this all done before Halloween but alas, RL and dramatic rice happened so it was not meant to be!!....

Here’s a link to the original fic - X

The whispers, sniggers and teasing are still difficult for Sansa to forget, even now - three moons since she first went into heat, since Jon had claimed her for his mate, since the whole castle learnt of Jon's true birth....and three moons since she'd wed him beneath the Heart Tree.

But whispers, sniggers and teasing there most definetly was, after they had both emerged from her chambers, eight days since they'd entered them, sporting all manners of scratches, bite marks and red faces.

"Gods! They even smell like coupling!" She overheared one serving girl titter to another before they both descended into fits of giggles. Sansa's cheeks flamed, her arm looped through Jon's as they made their way to the Great Hall to sup with others for the first time in days.

"Do we?!" she hissed urgently in Jon's ear, pulling him to a halt in the hallway.

"'Do we' what?"

"Smell like coupling?!"

Jon raised an eyebrow and leant in to sniff at the hairline behind her ear. He let lose a low growl and walked Sansa back against the stone wall with his hands firmly on her waist. "Well it is all we've been doing for more than the past sennight" he rumbled into her skin as he began licking and nipping at her neck, his hips pinning her against the wall.

"Jon" she whimpered, almost forgetting that they had, in fact, been on their way somewhere and that he was currently grinding his hardness up against her in a very public place. "Jon...mmm....we should really, oh-...Gods!" Sansa groaned as he had tugged on her bodice, freeing a nipple to peek over the top of the garment and was now enveloped in her husband's warm wet mouth. She gripped his hair tightly and started moving her hips in time with his, falling into that familiar rhythm that they'd learnt together.

Sansa squirmed on her padded stool in front of her vanity chest as Gloria fussed with her hair. The memory of Jon pulling her into a dark alcove with only a threadbare ancient tapestry to shield them from any passers by - she was sure that if anyone cared to notice, they would have seen Jon's breeches around his ankles as he bounced her up the stone wall, the depiction of running wolves barely skimming his calves.

Three moons had come and gone since that first morning they appeared from her chambers, hand in hand as husband and wife - Alpha and Omega. Sansa oft turns as red as a raspberry when the memory of greeting her family in the Great Hall the very first morning too. Father had been polite but found it difficult to look his daughter in the eye. Mother, Robb and Arya had acted as though their tongues had been cut and they were incapable of focusing on anything but their buttered bread. Sansa remembers fussing with her hair at the table, fretting over any visible marks Jon had gifted her neck.

It had been that morning that Father had declared he was to ride for King's Landing. News of Jon's true parentage would be travelling fast throughout the packs of the Seven Kingdoms, it would not be long til it reached the ears of the very man that the lie was intended to fool. Sansa's Father intended to ride south and bare all to his King and friend, relaying that Jon nor any of his future brood hold any interest in ever leaving the north to claim the crown. He hoped that time had softened Robert's views on the matter.

It hadn't been but a week later that the remainder of the family had decided to travel south with Ned. "Maybe when we return you two will have learnt to be quieter" Robb had griped with a lip curled in disgust, Arya rolled her eyes, "or else I'm moving rooms!"

And so, not long into Jon's first year of being Winterfell's Alpha, he was left without the guidance of his predecessor.

A rather un-ladylike groan escaped from Sansa's throat when Jon pushed inside her. The morning light shone through the gap in her heavy velvet curtains, the beam branding up and down the muscles in Jon's arm, shoulder and neck as he lay between her legs. Sansa nipped at his bottom lip, pulling a growl from her husband before his mouth travelled down her jaw to her ear as he ground his pelvis in slow circles, pressing and rubbing against her pearl.

"Come and hunt with me today" he rasped.

"I....mmmm...I haven't been on a-a...hunt for- oh Gods! - n..nearly two years" Sansa whined, enjoying Jon's movements.

"It will excite you."

"You excite me."

"I know" Jon slowly reared up to grin down at her beneath him. He pulled out and pushed forcefully back inside of her, the slap of his flesh on hers punctuating each word "always...so...wet...unnhh...for me."  Sansa's eyes fluttered closed.

"Always" she breathed as she felt her cheeks grow hot. Jon leant back down and began sucking, nipping and laving his tongue over the soft skin of her throat.

There was an abrupt knock on the door. Jon continued his slow thrusting as he growled out a low warning noise from deep within his chest. "Lady Sansa?" came the voice of Gloria, Sansa's handmaid.

"I'm...." Sansa gasped when Jon shifted, increasing the pressure on her sensitive nub. She felt him grin into the skin of her neck. "I'm...a little....indisposed at the moment Gloria!" Sansa called.

There was a pause from behind the door, "very well, my lady....I shall return later".

Jon huffed and began quickening his pace and rhythm. "Why must I share you?"

"They left us well alone f-...f- mmmm....for a time after we w-wed" Sansa commented, thoroughly distracted by the sensations of Jon's movements.

"Perhaps we should wed again."

Sansa giggled. "There is a world beyond that which lies between my legs, Jon" she teased.

"Not one worth knowing, my sweet girl" he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing her lobe, making her shiver with pleasure. "Come hunt with me today. I want to see you in your wolf skin" Jon murmured as his hips rocked into her "I want to see you run and chase and kill." Sansa sighed and tilted her head to give Jon more access to her neck, her own pelvis moving in time with his as Jon picked up the tempo of his thrusts. "I want to see my high born lady shift back into her true form, naked as her name day, skin covered in sweat and dirt and evidence of her inner predator..."

Sansa sucked in a breath as her husband's words tickled the skin below her ear. "Jon" she moaned breathily, eyes still closed and mouth slack. Jon's hips began to snap, jostling her up the bed.

"I want to see your pretty teats pucker in the cold air, I want to fuck you out in the open of the Wolf's Wood, make you scream loud enough so that even those in Castle Cerwyn know that you're mine."

Jon bit down on the juncture where her shoulder met her neck as he started to relentlessly pound into her. The room filled with grunts wet and noises of obscenity.

"A-a Lady sh-....shouldn't...shouldn't....unnngh JON!"

"My Lady will" Jon growled biting down hard as Sansa clawed at his back.

"Oh! Yes! Oh GODS!" she panted, her hips bucking up in time with his until she went rigid, her head pressed back into the soft feather pillow, lips framing a silent scream and her eyes screwed shut. Jon followed soon after, tensing as he grunted against her throat, his seed pulsing inside her as she rocked her hips slowly against him, her fingers playing with his hair.

The peak of their pleasures slowly subsided, drifting away like a feather on a breeze as they panted together. Jon lapped soothingly at the bite mark he'd given, his pelvis still performing a delicious slow grind against her. "Come with me today. We can lose the rest of the hunting party and run together, just you and me - no other pack members."

"Mother said-"

"Your Mother is not here."

"But I-"

"Are you really going to refuse your Alpha?" Jon asked, rearing up to grin down at her with one raised brow. Sansa huffed and rolled her eyes.

Sansa stared a little guiltily at the reflection of her handmaiden in the mirror. Gloria was stood behind her, tutting to herself as she tenderly stroked the cherry red bite marks standing out on the alabaster skin of her Lady's neck. She watched her friend frown at herself as her forefinger traced the angry-looking markings that Jon had left.

"They don't hurt" she offered. Gloria gave a tight-lipped smile in response.

"Of course not my lady."

Sansa continued to watch her friend as she busied herself, opening the little drawers of her vanity table, laying out her boar bristle brush, ivory comb and various ribbons and such for her hair. The markings caught her eye again and Gloria paused. "Do you.....would you like some ointment for the marks, my lady?"

Sansa shook her head. Apart from the addition of lavender oil to her bath, Sansa had lessened the amount of fragrances she used on her skin. Jon liked her natural scent, it caused his eyes to darken and his voice to lower - even making his manhood swell once he got close enough to scent her properly. She didn't want some strong foreign scent on her - even one so sweet as marjoram oil. Gloria nodded and began seeing to Sansa's hair.

Things had been a little strained between Sansa and her handmaiden as of late. Ever since the truth about Jon had been announced and he'd claimed her as his mate. Sansa wondered if it was because she was the Omega now? Although, always respectful of boundaries, Gloria had not taken any differences in rank to heart before. Sansa wondered if she still could not bend her mind around Jon no longer being her sibling - half or not. Whatever it was, Sansa dearly wished that 'it' wasn't there. She wanted to share things with her again. She wanted to laugh and smile and jest with her friend - not sit in awkwardness pondering upon what the other girl was thinking.

"What should you like to wear today my lady?" Gloria asks, breaking the stream of thought trickling through Sansa's mind.

"I......I shan't need to dress today. I'll break my fast here and....and then I am to hunt with Jon."

Gloria's ministrations with her hair paused and Sansa could practically hear her the thoughts echoing around in her friend's head.

Your Lady Mother would not approve!

Sansa shifted on her padded stool.

Well my Lady Mother is not here and I'm the Omega now. I'll do as I please!

The hunting party usually shifted into their wolf skins once they'd reached the Wolf's Wood hunting grounds, but as Sansa would be joining them, Jon had asked that the pack shift before leaving the castle - he was not about to let anyone see his mate in a state of undress before she changed form. And so he disrobed and shed his human form in his chambers before heading down to the courtyard to meet with the other members of the small hunting party.

It felt good to be the wolf again. His body hadn't realised just how much he had missed it. It has been over a two moons since he's shifted and led a hunt. He was eager to stretch his running legs and give chase to something - anything.

It was a small hunt today. There were only three males and two females waiting for him in the courtyard. Jon knew them all by scent - the butcher's two boys, two serving girls and the orphaned lad from the smithy. He gave them all a sniff in greeting as they bowed their head to their Alpha. Losing them in favour of being alone with Sansa should be an easy feat.

Jon paced his great white paws around the courtyard. Nobody paying his beast form any attention bar the rest of the hunting party. They sensed his restlessness and yapped and nipped at each other - eager to escape the confines of the ancient castle walls.

He caught the scent of her before he saw her, sweet and tempting. Sansa came trotting out to greet him, in her wolf skin, beautiful and elegant, with soft fur tinged with the slightest hint of copper. She nosed as his muzzle, yipped and licked as her tail wagged happily. Jon proceeded to circle her, wanting to scent her completely. He let out a low rumbling growl as the thought of mounting her raced through his mind. Although not unheard of for mated pairs to couple in their wolf skins, it was somewhat of a taboo subject kept to the participants themselves - not something to be engaged in in the middle of a busy courtyard.

Jon nipped at her scruff briefly before huffing. Sansa turned and butted the flat of her head to his side. He wondered if she knew his thoughts.

The hunt moved out to the wood and what started off as a leisurely trot, soon turned into the pack catching the scent of something in the air. They all raced together with Jon leading them. Sansa had turned out to be faster than he expected - all throughout, she was by his side, keeping up with the frenzied pace of thundering paws on forest ground. He smelt the excitement of the chase on her as she stuck to his heels, exhilaration rolling off of her with every bound.

Jon was in two minds. He could tell that the kill would be something large - a stag or perhaps an elk. He would dearly love for Sansa to be part of claiming that kill, but he also wanted her. Oh, how he wanted her! He wondered if she would let him mount her in their wolf forms?

The scent was stronger now - they were close, and by the smell of it, there was more than one beast ahead of them. Jon made a decision and began to slow his pace, letting the heady scent of their promised kill pull the rest of the pack forward until they had overtaken him. Sansa stayed by his side as he near enough came to a stop and reared back to her, pressing his nose to her fur and scenting her all over again. The remainder of the hunt disappeared between the trees without them.

He slung one large paw over her back. Sansa whined and turned to look at him, a questioning expression to her yellow eyes. He answered her with a rumble from his chest. There was a distant clash of snarling followed by a howl and Jon surmised that the pack had found their kill. Sansa's ear swivelled in the direction of the hunt before she yapped playfully and bounded off in the opposite direction. Looking back over her shoulder to check that Jon was following, Sansa burst into life, really stretched her running muscles to dash off ahead into the trees.

Jon gave chase, darting this way and that after his wife. He panted after her, knowing that he could reach her if he put all his energy to use - but in truth, the pursuit stirred something in him, so for now, he would let her run. So she ran, and she ran, and she ran, weaving in and out of the forest, swift paws pounding lightly on the dead pine needles underfoot. He took no notice of the scenery around them or the scents that dashed by. It was like Jon had tunnel vision and all he could see and smell and hear was Sansa in front of him.

He almost bounded straight into her when she had come to a sudden stop before him, both their paws skidding, kicking up forest floor debris. Sansa whimpered, her ears flattened back in fear as she retreated a couple of steps. That was when Jon noticed.

A wolf was before them. Not a member of their pack. Jon lowered his head, his hackles raised as he stalked forward in front of his mate with a loud warning growl. The other wolf, light grey in fur did not react, his eyes flit between Jon's great white wolf form and Sansa, skittishly pawing at the dirt, looking for all the world like she wanted to flee. Jon heard her whine and whimper again, as she signalled her desire to bolt.

Jon neared the unknown wolf slowly, feeling saliva drip from his muzzle as he snarled a warning at the stranger. Who was he? Why was he on his pack's land? Why was he not showing any signs of submitting when Jon was clearly the Alpha? And then he caught it - the scent.

This wolf was an Alpha too.

[beckypatterson1]

Mmm Mmm Sauce Recipe

Wow!

You guys definitely challenged me with your submissions yesterday!!

Thank you so much for sharing what random ingredients you had in your fridge and pantry. I came up with some pretty great solutions.

A testament the power really is in the sauce :0)

QUICK RECAP: 1) I’m sharing with you my “secret ingredient” to writing recipes and making instant meals from whatever I’ve got: SAUCES. In post #1 I explained how a simple sauce can turn a bunch of random ingredients into a real, satisfying meal. I also showed you how all the best cuisines (i.e. French, Italian) use sauces as a defining characteristic. In post #2 I gave you BASIC MEAL FORMULA (starch + protein + vegetable + sauce) with 10 super simple examples of it in use so you see exactly how it works (woot!) and why sauces are transformative. I’m also giving you five more examples today from your submissions plus my MOTHERLOAD universal sauce recipe that goes with everrrrything.

This is a great opportunity for you to learn “how I do it” and start pulling meals together on your own from whatever you have on hand.

As promised (!!)

This is my MOTHERLOAD “universal” it-goes-with-everything sauce. I usually serve this sauce as a cold salad dressing but I have also used it as a “gravy” (lightly heat it on the stove) for steamed veggies and I’ve mixed it with cooked rice and vegetables for a baked casserole. It’s even magical over a baked potato with peas.

FYI--my omni friends like this sauce so much they practically drink it. 

Mmmmm Mmmm Sauce (makes about ⅓ cup)

¼ cup cold water

¼ cup nutritional yeast

1-2 tbsp Dijon mustard

1 tbsp pure maple syrup

Juice of ½ lemon

1 tbsp miso paste

Combine all ingredients in a blender and whiz until well combined. Chill until serving (it thickens up a bit and gets better with age).

Add more miso for a miso-flavored (Asian-inspired) option, more lemon juice (or lemon zest) for a lemony sauce, more Dijon for a tangier variation or vinegar for a punch. You can also substitute tahini (or a nut butter) for the miso and a whole new flavor profile is ready for you to play with. Additionally, you can slightly alter this dressing by adding 1-2 tsp curry powder, 1-2 tsp dried dill (or fresh), toasted sesame seeds, tomato paste, smoked paprika, or any other herbs and spices you like.

When quadrupling this recipe, I add a can of chickpeas or navy beans. Now you’ve got enough to party!!

It really is the MOTHERLOAD sauce :)

As delicious as it is though, my family does tire of it (and barbecue sauce, and marinara, and teriyaki, and all the other simple sauce examples I suggested yesterday).

This is why I have a list of 122 sauces

and 69 oil-free salad dressing recipes

that I call upon to bring my meals together, especially when I haven’t been to the store in a while.

Without that list, I couldn’t write recipes or pull meals together out of my butternut at 6pm. That list/compilation of sauce recipe is my end-all-be-all-food-bible.

I’ve written close to 5,000 recipes at this point in my career and I’m still shocked at how a quick whisk-it-together sauce transforms “random ingredients” into a real, satisfying MEAL.

I could eat beans and rice with a side of broccoli or kale, sure. I get that “food is fuel” and that those healthy things are a meal… but anytime I do that, it feels like I’m missing something…

... Before I know it my head is in the fridge or pantry looking for that missing thing.

WHEN I USE A SAUCE? That doesn’t happen.

If you can relate, I encourage you to start using more sauces and dressings. Take my suggestions, examples, the Mmm Mmm motherload sauce recipe above, and run with them.

The basic meal formula makes it so easy. Plug and play!

If you’re ready for more, or you’ve been thinking,

“I want your list/compilation of oil-free sauces and dressings Lindsay”

I’ve got great news for you.

You’ll have an opportunity to get all of my sauces and dressing recipes tomorrow.

Look for this email because it is a limited offer.

I’m so glad I got to share my knowledge and love of sauces with you! It lights me up to know that you’ve found my meal formula helpful.

Speaking of that, here are the five more examples of the formula. (Thanks again to everyone who submitted their list of random ingredients yesterday)

  1. “Bowtie macaroni, lentils, and Brussels sprouts”

Three good options: Toss all of them with balsamic vinegar or a balsamic vinaigrette (add Dijon for a twist) or with marinara. If you like spicy, mix Sriracha into vegan mayo or yogurt and toss to coast everything for a chilled or slightly warm salad. I recommend roasting the Brussel sprouts if you can. 

  2. “Farro, kidney beans, half a green bell pepper, some celery”

Sounds like a Cajun meal! Saute veg, Add Creole Red Pepper Gravy. 

  3. “Spaghetti, canned green beans, canned carrots.”

I’ve got just the gravy! Dijon Gravy (⅔ cup water, 2T nutritional yeast, 1-2T Dijon, 1-3 tsp Italian seasoning, 1 tsp miso (optional), 2 tsp cornstarch. Whisk together heat over low). Toss canned vegetables in with pasta 1 minute before it’s done to warm. Drain, toss with gravy for a sauce, adding soy or almond milk to thin if desired.

  4. “Udon noodles, tofu, frozen pea-carrot medly.”

That’s definitely a job for Pad Thai Peanut Sauce. 

  5. “Quinoa, black beans, bananas”

Oooh! I get to share one of my secret gems! Have a Belize-inspired meal with my Lime Dressing (3T veg broth, 1-3T white vinegar, juice 1-2 limes, 1-2 tsp maple, ¼ tsp garlic powder and chili powder (or hot sauce), few dashes of cumin, whisk, chill). If you have frozen mango, you could go simpler with my Mango Lime Dressing (blend together 1 cup mango, juice ½ lime, dash ground ginger, Sriracha or other hot sauce if desired).

  6. “Pls tell me how to use chipotle hot sauce. I have most beans, hummus, bread, tortillas, salad, frozen corn, rice, pasta, quinoa.”

That hot sauce is used an a substitute for the paprika and chipotle powder in my Smoky Chipotle Dressing! (1/4c vegan mayo or hummus, ⅛ tsp liquid smoke, dash of smoked paprika, very light dash chipotle powder). Spread on a wrap and add black beans, spinach or salad mix, and tomatoes if you have them).

  7. “Do you have any recipe that uses apricot preserves?”

Sure do! My Instant Sweet and Sour Sauce (¼ c apple cider vinegar, 2 tbsp apricot jam or preserves, dash garlic powder, hot sauce (optional). Toss over roasted cauliflower and shelled edamame or baked cubed tofu. Serve over rice.

If you’re wondering how I knew what sauce to pair with each…

Or you’ve been thinking...

“Your compilation of sauces and oil-free dressing recipes would be great Lindsay, except I don’t know what flavors go with what.”

You will really love what’s coming next.

With each sauce or dressing, I’ve included EXACTLY what beans, lentils (or tofu), vegetables, and grains go well with it, making my Basic Meal Formula foolproof.

Imagine finding a can of kidney beans, looking to see what sauces go with kidney beans, and then getting vegetable and grain suggestions for a full meal to go with it. MAGICAL!!!

A few people have asked if I use oil (I don’t) or weird ingredients like pomegranate molasses (I don’t x2).

I created all of these sauces and dressings out of staple ingredients you have on hand such as herbs, spices, vinegar, almond or soy milk, hot sauce, soy sauce, mustard, etc.

This means you will always have p-l-e-n-t-y of options. They’re also super easy, just whisk together and go!

If you’re ready to transform ordinary ingredients into extraordinary meals…

If you want to be more satisfied at meal time and not looking for that “something else” after…

If you’d like to cook more intuitively and with ease....

And if “minimalist meals” that work sounds perfect right about now…

Don’t miss tomorrow’s email!!!

You will have the opportunity to get my new cookbook, Happy Herbivore Gets Saucy, 191 Oil-Free Vegan Sauces and Salad Dressings, early at a discounted price.

This is your chance to get all of the sauce recipes and dressing recipes I use to write recipes and make meals, plus a list what foods they go with so you can always use the meal formula to make an amazing meal with canned beans, frozen rice, and veggies you’ve got.

If you want my “secret ingredient” a.k.a. my tried-and-true (191!) sauces and dressings, you need to read tomorrow’s email.

Look for this email because it’s a limited offer.

Lastly, I’m so proud of you for seizing this opportunity to learn how to create “minimalist” meals effortlessly and cook more intuitively.

Anytime someone cooks for themselves I feel like we’re winning the war against the evil processed food industry.

Talk soon, Lindsay

from Recipes Blog https://happyherbivore.com/2019/05/mmm-mmm-vegan-sauce-recipe/

[food011-blog]

Kids Korner Nutrition: Quick and Healthy Lunches

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Kids Korner Nutrition: Quick and Healthy Lunches

Hey there! My name is Carleton and I'm a registered dietitian with NCHPAD I'm so glad you could join us today because we're making some really quick, healthy, lunches that are perfect to take to lunch

I have three awesome helpers with me today, Harper, Bella, and Zoe Now Harper has cerebral palsy, Do you want to talk a little bit about things you do in the kitchen that make it a little bit easier? Um, well, usually I use this which is like, a sticky pad sort-of thing, you can put bowls on and it will keep them sat down while I stir stuff in it Well that's perfect! So you can use that later on when we do the rest of the recipe that has the sauce in it So what if I told you girls that there's a way to make lunch healthy, quick, yummy, and totally fun, to take to school Would you want to try it? (Sure

Sure) OK! Well let's get started! So we're going to make two lunches today, but the first one's going to be a turkey and apple waffle sandwich Now did y'all ever think that you would bring waffles to school for lunch? (No No) Waffles is a really great alternative to using plain bread

So what we're going to do is, all you need are frozen waffles, turkey, granny smith apples, lettuce, and then in here we have some light mayonnaise, we have some Dijon Mustard, and some maple syrup So, what we're gonna, uh, use first are some toasted frozen waffles So if you girls will each get two and put it on your plates Now, I've used whole grain waffles, because whole grain is high in dietary fibers, which is great for keeping you full, giving you energy, and it's also wonderful for your digestive health OK, so once you've toasted your whole grain waffles, you're going to make your sauce that goes on top

So, Harper if you'll get the bowl, and Bella's going to add in the light mayonnaise Here's the spoon Dijon mustard and the maple syrup So I chose light mayonnaise because we want to cut down on our saturated fat And, um, if you don't like light mayonnaise then you can always use the kind that is, uh, made with olive oil or canola oil

Those are really great options because they're also lower in saturated fat than the–, than the regular form of mayonnaise OK, so if you'll put in the Dijon mustard next And all you really need is one spoonful of the mayonnaise, half a spoonful of the Dijon mustard, and then just a little bit of drizzle of–, of the maple syrup Just get a little bit of the maple syrup That's good

Stir it up for us OK so once you've blended all the ingredients, you're going to want to, uh, spread it on your waffle So girls, if you would take turns spreading that on your waffle You can use the spoon or the knife, whatever you want So once you've added all of your sauce, then you're going to want to add the turkey slices

So y'all can go ahead and grab them And then granny smith apples and lettuce So it's always a good idea to pack some lean protein into your lunch, because protein, like fiber, is really great in keeping you full And it also helps to build strong muscles So you're going to top it with your last waffle

Take a bite, tell me what you think! Mmmm! It's good It's really good Mmm Great! Can I save this for lunch tomorrow? (Laughter) Of course So, the second recipe we're going to make is chicken pasta salad

Now this is a really great recipe because you can make it the night before, which will save you a lot of time in the morning So, each girl has their whole grain paste noodles Now, do a little quiz for you guys Do y'all know what important nutrient is found in whole grains? (Fiber?) Yaaayyyyy! Correct! So once we have our fiber-filled pasta, we're going to choose from different ingredients Now you can pick whatever ingredients you want

Right over here I have diced green bell peppers Diced cucumber We have some low-fat mozzarella cheese Some rotisserie chicken which is really easy It's quick and easy to chop it up and just get going

And then we have artichoke hearts and grape tomatoes So girls if you'll just grab whatever ingredients you would like And it's always great to pack a lunch that's full of vitamins mineral and fiber, because that's what your body really needs to function properly, and to grow really well So once you've finished adding all the ingredients you want to to your paste salad to make it your own, we're going to top it off with olive oil and balsamic vinegar So I'm going to pass this to you girls

And you only need a little bit so just one little swirl around the bowl You can just–, yeah there you go And olive oil's great because it's full of good fats, like mono unsaturated fatty acids Now mono unsaturated fatty acids are also called MUFAs And MUFAs are really good for your heart health because they help to lower your blood cholesterol

So once you've added your oil and vineger you are just going to stir it up and enjoy! So let me know what y'all think! Oooh that's good! Mmmm Yum! I like that Now to complete these lunches all you have to do is add some sliced fruit, sliced veggies, or some low-fat dairy products like milk, yogurt, or cheese And don't forget about your water! So do these look like good recipes to make during the week? (Yeah) Awesome! So next time you pack your lunch don't forget to include all the major food groups like fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean protein

And don't forget to have fun, be creative, and just let loose So happy eating! Bye!