#quick snacks

[ghestie-nun]

evil terzo is just a hungry terzo

[thepanvelite]

Onion Bhajiya: A Taste of Indian Tradition

Onion Bhajiya, a beloved Indian snack, embodies the essence of Indian street food with its crispy, savory delight and tradition.

Onion Bhajiya, also known as Onion Pakoras, are a quintessential Indian snack that embodies the spirit of Indian street food culture. Originating from the diverse culinary landscape of India, these fritters have become synonymous with the monsoon season and are a popular choice during family gatherings and festive celebrations. The humble onion, coated in a seasoned gram flour batter and…

[muttball]

I’m so hungry!

[bloggerkey]

5 Tasty और Spicy Chaat Recipes | Quick Indian Street Food Snacks

चाट भारतीय स्ट्रीट फूड की दुनिया का एक महत्वपूर्ण हिस्सा है। हर चाट की अपनी एक विशेषता होती है जो इसे अद्वितीय और स्वादिष्ट बनाती है। खासकर जब बात आती है Spicy Chaat Recipes की, तो आपको विभिन्न स्वादों का अनुभव होता है: तीखा, मीठा, खट्टा और कुरकुरा। चाट न केवल खाने के लिए मजेदार होती है, बल्कि इसे बनाना भी बेहद सरल होता है। इस लेख में हम आपको 5 ऐसी चाट रेसिपीज़ बताएंगे जो जल्दी बनती हैं और हर…

[connecttofood]

Boondi sandwich kids will love it

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[morebird]

you notice wyll ravengard looking at you, what do you do?

[inmyperfectworld]

I decided to get out of my comfort zone and try the Silver Horn Hot Curry Beef Jerky. Those that truly know me, know that I'm a VERY picky eater and really only stick to what I know. 😅 The ONLY type of beef jerky I eat and have only tried, is Slim Jim's because they aren't the big pieces and plus, they're good.

I spotted these on Weee!, a few weeks ago and had to try it. This jerky is sooooo good. It's soft and has a smoky, but sweet taste, which is a taste I've never had before and now love. I will say, PLEASE be prepared to have a soda on the side because these things are HOT HOT and had my mouth on FIRE!!! I kept eating it, though. 🤣

I give these a 9.5 out of 10. I'll be ordering a few more bags of these soon. 🙂😋

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[suchananewsblog]

Weekend Special: Make Crispy Vegetable Pops In 30 Minutes And Impress Your Guests

We understand how a lot you all love having fun with a cup of tea or espresso within the consolation of your private home. But simply having a scorching drink sounds slightly incomplete to us. Evening tea is finest loved with recent selfmade snacks and what’s higher than having one thing that’s fast and scrumptious to make? When it involves night snacks, many people crave one thing that is each…

[cjcooksvegan]

15 More Satisfying Vegan Snack Ideas For Throughout The Day

15 more satisfying #vegan snack ideas #veganuary #vegansnacks #snackideas

If you’ve been following along with this blog for a while, you might remember me making a post titled 15 Quick & Easy Vegan Snack Ideas. Since I am a very avid snacker, I only saw it fitting to draw up a second part-perhaps even make a series of posts on the subject. (more…) “”

[dearjewels22]

Quick lil snack/lunch DAIRY FREE PIZZADILLA

I wanted pizza but didn’t have all the other ingredients and toppings I needed for a full pizza crust so… work with what you got!

I added crushed red pepper flakes off cam.

Iykyk… dairy free cheese is hard to melt so adding the lid helps to contain the heat for an even and quick melt. Not as stringy as real cheese but it was gooey with every bite 😍

[weltraum-vaquero]

A pillar, familiar

[Part 1] -> [Part 2]

Summary: Jayce returns.

Word count: 1k

Tags: SFW, hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, Jayce being the world’s wettest dirtiest saddest guy, and being plagued by The Visions

Notes: Just a little drabble to tide over the fact that I desperately need to hold him but my brain refuses to write anything longer until I am provided context for what he’s been through.

Everything rings, frays around the edges. Fractals in his vision — a disconnect from his body, a forceful rebirth as different forms of him seem to conjoin themselves back into a disjointed, damaged whole. A whole that will not last, cannot last, damaged to its core, rusted in the cogs of its barely moving mechanism.

Jayce has learned far before however long he has spent out of this world that there is one thing to make his brain cooperate, and that still holds true. In spite of every other rule — of the universe, of himself — that has been shattered and cuts into his brain with the aftermath of his resurrection.

He needs a singular point of focus.

And Viktor, Viktor could, should be that. He needs to, he needs to, he needs to. He can’t fail, he won’t, but…

If the world has waited this long for him to be spit out unstrung and wrong, it can wait a moment longer. It can wait until he stumbles down dimly lit streets, it can wait until he trips over himself, heaving, nails digging into the wood of the still familiar door.

He pleads you haven’t changed — but does not expect it to be an answered prayer.

Jayce pounds his weary fist against the door, until it shakes so thoroughly the hinges protest.

The door opens and he is greeted with the curse of his own making pointed at him — all blue lenses raised, gem humming, barrel staring back.

“…Jayce?”

And then it’s your eyes that stare him down instead, and the buzzing, the fractals, the zaps — quiet. Oh, so quiet.

“Oh my god.”

He lets himself stumble into your arms, disgusting and filthy and weary to the marrow of his broken fucking bones.

“Jayce,” you choke out again, arms around his frame, pulling him close, squeezing him so tight it hurts good. A reminder of a constant, a pillar, familiar. You start to sob. He wonders if he’s still capable of reciprocating. His old self, the self you’d loved, would have been bawling. “Oh, Jayce,“ you croak, all of you shaking with the vehemence of your cries. “I thought you were… Jayce, where—? How?”

Familiar fingers thread through his hair the way they used to. Lips to his filthy cheek where they used to fit just right above the stubble of his five o’clock shadow, bottom lip now presses to his thick beard.

“I’m sorry.” Everything else is much too complicated, or too insignificant to put into words. “I-I’m so, so sorry.”

You pull him closer.

“It’s okay.” Your voice ripples down his spine in a soothing wave, every one of his aching muscles sags as if on command, and Jayce goes limp. His knee — the fucked up one — creaks, pops, gives. Forced into it just the way he had been after… after Salo, he kneels, and you kneel with him, brace his weight.

In the quiet of the night, you savor it, savor each other, for a long moment. Jayce swears he can hear the street lamps buzzing when your breath begins to settle, and something about it stings his brain like a needle.

You notice — you must have, because one hand comes up to cradle his face.

“Let’s get you inside,” you tell him, palm sliding from his middle to below his elbow, supporting him on his shaky way up. “I’ll run you a bath, I have some leftovers you’ll love, I still have your tea, Jayce, anything you want. Anything you need.”

And that sounds like everything he could ever want, or need.

But it’s not something he can afford.

“I want… to kiss you, please.” His voice finally comes out as broken as the rest of him feels when he pleads for it, man starved. Something in the edge of his vision pulses, darkens, he has to, he has to.

“Anything you need,” you echo your previous words, and he does need it. Both hands on his cheeks again, cradling him the way they used to when you would smile at him and call him puppy in the warmth of your kitchen on early mornings.

He puts his hands over your own and dreams of it as soft as his mind will let him.

“Come here, puppy.”

Jayce knows patience intimately. An ever present companion throughout his academic journey, as much of a partner as Viktor once was on his job.

And he kills it with the same heavy hands and heart that he will kill Viktor with.

His teeth hurt from how he hurls himself at you, into you, lips smashing like the crackle of lighting, he wants, he wants. He holds you like he wishes he could have before; before the voices and the visions and the pain and the aching fatigue, he kisses you like it���s air. Digs his tongue into your mouth to sample what is the first — and might be the last — taste in a long, awful time. You suck on his tongue and locks it up somewhere in the unfamiliar twists and turns of his altered mind and prays it’ll keep.

You’re the only one who’s waited.

“Come on in,” your voice is breathy when you pull away, the words hit his lips before they reach his ears. He envies how little you know. “It’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay.” Hands on the nape of his neck, he feels small. Not the puny kind, not like prey, but protected. “Oh, Jayce, I’ll take care of you.”

And Jayce Talis can still cry after all.

He clings to your shoulders, a crumbling, pathetic version of the man you once loved, and he sobs, makes an even more unloveable display of himself.

How he pities you for being still so eagerly up to the monstrous task.

“I c-can’t,” he sobs. “I can’t. I have… a promise to keep.”

[inkz123]

Day 16: Forbidden (frosting)

[splatloafbud]

IM,, IM COOKING SOMETHING... ahh

[connecttofood]

Margherita pizza Quick & Easy