#rolled in cornmeal

[angelsonthesideline]

Peameal bacon… For those wondering

[morethansalad]

Pan de Agua / Dominican Breakfast Bread Rolls (Vegan)

[hauntinghope]

SPELT AND CORNMEAL ROLLS

[bi-writes]

thinking about mob baking simon a cake for his birthday (without his prior knowledge) mm good soup

mail-order bride

"you think he likes chocolate, baby?" you ask the cats. they sit side-by-side at the breakfast counter, being good girls as they sit on their chairs and watch you mix batter. "he totally likes chocolate. big boys like daddy love chocolate, don't they, girls?"

you grease two circular pans, pouring the chocolate cake batter into them. you set them in the oven before getting to work on your chocolate buttercream. you're using the new mixer simon bought you--it's beautiful, stainless steel, heavy. when you saw in the store a few weeks ago, you gushed at it, telling simon you saw someone make cinnamon rolls, bread, cakes, all in this mixer, but when your eyes skimmed over the price, you said nothing more, just smiled up at simon and let him lead you over to where the cast iron pans were (you wanted a real one).

a few weeks later, you noticed it on the kitchen counter. sparkling silver, right there, with the whisk attachment on it just waiting for you. and in the cupboard, ingredients--bread flour, powdered sugar, cornmeal, corn starch, dutch process, baking chocolate, whole wheat flour--all for you to play with. and when you baked him the most decadent triple chocolate coffee cake he had ever had, he bent you over the same table his empty plate sat and ate your cunt out with your apron still on. when you kissed him afterwards, he still tasted like chocolate.

you turn off the mixer, reaching in with a spoon to lick the buttercream off of it. you hum with delight, setting it aside, and when the oven timer dings, you pull the cakes out to let them cool.

you wrap simon's present as everything settles. special order, a favor you called into johnny. it's in a nice wooden box, and you tie a big red bow on it, and when you go back into the kitchen, you level and stack the two pieces of cake between buttercream and use a spoon to make a fancy decoration over the top of it.

the front door sounds as you're putting the finishing touches on the cake. you can hear him coming closer, and you gasp.

"no, no, no, don't come in the kitchen yet!"

"wot?"

"just--wait a little bit in the living room, okay?"

"for wot?"

"simon--" you groan. "please? for me?"

you don't hear anything after that except for the tv turning on. when you finish putting the last candles on the cake, you light them, picking up the plate and coming into the living room.

simon looks surprised. he was concentrating hard on the tv, watching the game, but his face relaxes when he sees you holding the cake. the cats perk up from where they're laid down beside him, and their ears flit as you start to sing happy birthday.

his whole face twitches. he stiffens, his palms flat on his thighs as he grips them tight. you set down the cake on the coffee table in front of him, candles glowing as you take a seat next to him. he's still staring at the cake as you finish the song.

"happy birthday, dear simon...happy birthday to you."

you smile at him, wrapping a hand around his bicep, squeezing it gently. you kiss his shoulder before motioning to the cake.

"you can blow them out now, simon," you say softly. "make a wish."

he doesn't move. he stares straight ahead, his eyes fixated on the flickering candles. you reach down and take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and hugging his arm. you sit with him quietly, looking at the cake with him, and after a minute or so, you turn back at him.

"simon?" you whisper.

he's crying. you put a hand on the back of his head, scratching his short hair, and you cup his face gently as you wipe his tears. he's silent. the tears come, but he still doesn't move, still won't meet your eyes. you smile, going over to pick up the cake, and you hold it in front of him.

"here...make a wish, simon," you say softly. he picks up his sleeve and wipes his face, leaning over to blow out the candles. you put down the cake, standing up to go get his gift sitting on the kitchen table. when you sit down next to him again, he's still staring at the cake, still trying to pretend his face isn't wet with tears, but he stops wiping them when you place the box in his lap.

he unravels the bow. when he opens the case, he lets out a little chuckle, smoothing his hand over the foam inside.

there are an array of throwing knives laid before him. perfectly crafted, in different shapes and sizes, and when he picks one up and twirls it around between his fingers, the weight of them and the ease at which they move tells him you only picked out the finest quality. they're beautiful, and it's a thoughtful gift, and when he closes the lid on the box, he still can't meet your eyes.

"i'll cut us some cake," you say softly. you busy yourself getting plates and a cake knife from the kitchen, cutting generous slices before handing him one of the plates. he picks up the fork, and when you notice his hand shakes, you take the plate back from him gently and scoop a bite onto the fork for him. you don't say anything, just hold it up to his mouth, and once he takes a bite, you set the plate down and watch as he chews.

when he swallows, you sit again in silence. you reach over and take simon's hands in your own, squeezing them gently before bringing them up to your mouth to kiss softly. when he finally looks at you, all you do is smile.

he hadn't even remembered it was birthday. he never told you when it was, but he supposes you must have been curious enough to look for yourself. he can't remember the last time someone made him cake. he can't remember when he last received a gift, especially one like this. he doesn't know when he last thought himself happy enough to celebrate anything at all, but there is no other way he would've wanted today to go.

joy. you bring uninhibited, unfiltered, all-consuming joy. the way you're smiling at him--he can already see you in the kitchen in that apron, baking this cake, talking to no one but the cats as you carefully decorate it. the way you're looking at him--he knows you dreamed about this all week, scheduling the day so you could have the cake done as soon as he got home.

and chocolate. his favorite. decadent, sweet chocolate--it's still under his tongue, and he wants another bite already, he cannot wait to devour the slice that waits for him on the table.

"happy birthday, simon," you whisper, and when you lean in to hug him, he cradles the back of your head, tangling a hand into your hair as he presses you to his chest. "i love you."

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck--

"love you, too, baby."

"what did you wish for?" you mumble into his shoulder. simon snorts a little, shaking his head.

"if i tell ya, it won't come true."

"oh, yeah," you giggle. "keep your secrets then."

he doesn't want more; the only thing he wishes for is more time. more time with you. as much as he can get. to live long enough that he gets to see your face for as long as possible.

that whatever he sees for the last time will be you and you only.

[teamd85]

Recipe for Hot Water Cornmeal Bread If you like to bake in bulk, this recipe is for you. A small amount of cornmeal soaked in hot water turns to mush, which is incorporated with molasses and standard yeast bread ingredients to make several loaves of bread and quite a few dinner rolls.

[rebeccaofficial]

Corn Yeast Rolls This delicious dinner roll is prepared in your bread machine but rises and bakes as usual. It has the rustic flavor of cornmeal. 2 tablespoons vegetable oil, 1/2 cup cornmeal, 2 tablespoons white sugar, 3 cups all-purpose flour, 1 egg, 2 tablespoons margarine melted, 1 teaspoon salt, 2/3 cup milk, 1 tablespoon active dry yeast

[come-alongthen]

Hot Water Cornmeal Bread This recipe is for you if you like to bake in large quantities. In order to make several loaves of bread and a good number of dinner rolls, a small amount of cornmeal is soaked in hot water until it turns to mush. This mush is then combined with molasses and basic yeast bread ingredients.

[cisblog]

SPELT AND CORNMEAL ROLLS

[punnyartist]

Pizza dust art

I work part time at Dominos and during my weekend shifts, I sometimes have long periods where no one orders anything. Usually during these times if I’m not told to do something else, I get bored and start making pim or sometimes charlie out of the cornmeal dust we roll the dough in

I made these probably a month ago at this point. Pim turned out weirdly good here (he took probably around 20-30 ish minutes, charlie took 5 only bc an order finally came)

[luveline]

if you're still taking them I would love to make a request for Eddie and Roan! do you know how sometimes little kids will call their parents workplace just to talk about the most random things or just ask some totally super important question? I feel like roan would do that with the reader and Eddie

thank you for your request!! eddie and roan —roan learns how to use the phone, 1.3k

Eddie used to feel nervous when the phone rang for him at work. "Call for baby Munson!" shouted across the shop while Eddie was usually flat on his back under a truck or elbow deep in a scooter engine, he'd get this pit in his stomach thinking something was wrong. 

It was usually daycare. Roan's sick, Roan's wet herself and her spare clothes aren't here, is Roan allergic to veggie sticks? Because she's saying she is. 

But nowadays, a phone rings for him and it's almost always you with something nice to say. You miss him. You've been thinking about him. All manner of gooey soft confession that has him clutching the phone like a loser, desperate for your voice. 

He springs away from his lunch when he's called. Darwin gives Eddie a funny look as he passes the phone. 

Eddie shrugs it off. "Hello?" he asks. "Y/N?"

"It's me!" 

Eddie feels his eyebrows leap up. "Hi, me." Roan hadn't ever used the phone unassisted, to his memory. "Where's mom?" 

"She's trying to fix your hair dryer." 

Eddie hears it, then, the roaring blow in the background. "Why does it sound like that?" 

"She dropped it. I think she's sad." 

"Ro, I fixed it!" you shout, followed by an even louder howling of air, and a heavy silence. "Okay, I didn't." 

"Is that why you called me?" Eddie asks, bemused.

"No, I called you because I want to know how they make corndogs. How do they get the hot dog inside of the corn, dad?" 

Eddie puts his hand on the wall to steady himself as he laughs. "You wanna know how they make corndogs? Are you gonna make some?" 

"I could if I knew how!" she stresses. "I'd ask mom, but she's pre-oc-u-pied."

"That's a big word, babe, where'd you learn that one?" Eddie asks, impressed. 

"Dad, corndogs!" 

"Right, right. Okay, well. They put the hot dog on the stick first, and then the corn part is actually batter. They roll the hotdog around in the batter and cook them together in the fryer. So it isn't the hotdog going into the corn, it's actually corn going on the hotdog." 

"Batter like for cakes?"

"No," he laughs fondly. "And it's not sweet corn, babe, it's something called cornmeal. Maybe we can make some this week, wouldn't that be fun? Then you can see how they make them for real. I think that would be super fun."

His bubbly tone attracts the attention and subsequent laughter of his colleague. He throws them all the bird, totally content and more than happy with his life and his curious girl. 

"Yes," Roan cheers, dragging the 's' syllable until she's out of breath, "oh my god that would be so fun!" 

"Okay, then that's what we'll do. Are you being good for mom?" 

"I'm being awesome." There's a weird crunching noise. "Did you hear that? I think she put the screwdriver in the hairdryer again." 

"Again?" Eddie asks worriedly. 

Roan must put the phone down. Eddie genuinely can't hear a thing, until you pick up the receiver and say, "Hallo?" 

"You blowing up the house?" 

You make a pleased noise that has his heart doubling in size. "Hi, Eddie. I'm having a technological mishap, but rest assured, we are in no danger of explosion. Anymore. What did you call for? It's lunch, isn't it?" 

"Actually, Roan called me. She wanted to know how to make corndogs." 

"You do know everything," you say. "Go and eat your lunch, baby. We'll still be here when you get home, yeah? I love you. Roan, come and tell daddy you love him before we hang up." 

A small silence. "Dad?" Roan asks. 

"Yep, still here." 

"I love you, okie dokie? Please come home in an hour."

Eddie laughs warmly. It's more like four hours, but whatever she wants to think is what he'll tell her. "I love you. Tell Y/N I love her, too, will you? Thank you." 

"Yes!" Her voice comes quieter, "I love you," Roan says to you. 

"I love you, too. Let's make dinner." 

You must think he's said goodbye, because the phone gets a knock and the dial tone sounds. 

—

You're sitting at your desk shovelling pretzels into your mouth while you click around your emails when the phone rings. You slide it between your ear and shoulder, pausing your frankly messy chewing. "Hello and good afternoon, Y/N L/N speaking, how can I help?" 

"Y/N?" Roan says worriedly.

"Roan? What's the matter?" 

"Oh, it is you! It didn't sounded like you at first, that's weird." 

"Sorry, gorgeous, I was using my voice for fancy grown ups."

She giggles like this is the funniest thing you've ever said to her, "You're being funny," she praises. 

You're secretly incredibly pleased. Making your six year old laugh never gets old. "So nothing is wrong, then? You know, those numbers on the fridge are for emergencies." 

"This is an emergency." 

"Yeah, I bet. What's going on? Where's dad?" 

"He's making toffee cake for you. I was helping him do the buttercream but my arms got tired from whisking." 

"Is that why you're calling me?" 

"Yeah." 

You dig for a saltier pretzel and chew thoughtfully. "What's the tiredest part? Your shoulders?" 

"And my fingers." 

"Asked daddy to kiss 'em better?" 

"I would but he's trying to be perfect about the cake. It looks yummy." 

"Did you get to lick the bowl?" 

"Yeah, and dad let me eat a spoon of the melted chocolate. It was pretty great." 

You grin into the receiver. "I bet it was amazing. Maybe you can try and rest your poor arms. Make daddy pour you a big glass of cranberry juice with the heart shaped ice cubes and watch TV until I come home, okay? That's an order."

"Okay," she laughs. "When are you coming home?" 

"I can leave in about twenty minutes, and the drive home takes another twenty, so…" You check the time on your computer. "I think by five." 

"Ugh, that's forever away." 

"I know. Do what I said, okay? Sit down on the couch. I can have a little look at your arms when I come home, maybe we can have a pamper night tonight. We can use some of my fancy lotion and rub it in like a massage," you say. 

"That sounds nice," she hums. 

"Alright, sweetheart. Listen, can I talk to dad before I go back to work?" 

"Yep, yep." You know what's coming as soon as she inhales. "Daddy!" she bellows at the top of her lungs, "Y/N's on the phone!" 

It's flattering how swiftly he gets there. "Hey?" he asks. 

"Hi, do we need anything for me to grab on the way home? I know you ran out of deodorant, was there anything else?" 

"Nothing I can think of. You okay?" 

"I'm awesome. I told Ro you'd make her a big cup of juice for her sore arms." 

"She told you about those, huh?" He kisses her audibly. "She's the best mixer ever. I was thinking we'd change her name to kitchen aid." 

You choke on a pretzel. Coughing, you laugh through a chastisement. "You leave her name alone. Roan is a nice name all by itself." 

"If you insist," he says grandly. "See you in an hour? I've got a surprise for you." 

"I can't wait," you say. You'll pretend to be totally surprised at his cake, no problem. Anything to make him smile. "Love you both. See you soon." 

"Love you. Say love you," Eddie prompts. 

"I love you!" Roan yells. "I'll make dad put your blanket in the dryer!" 

You put down the phone with a small smile, wondering if you can weasel your way past your eagle-eyed coworkers for an early finish. 

[ginnysgraffiti]

fingering and cunt licking at the cinema/public place, 18+

&. TIMOTHÉE x yn.

you always kind of wondered what dirty things would cross your boyfriend's mind at times, but you never expected it to go that far.

the salt of the popcorn on his fingertips was fastly mixing with your warm juices and his wrist kept working his way between your legs, his fingers digging into your pussy, his hoarse voice whispering to keep quiet inside your ear.

you were glad it was an action movie and the volume was so loud that sometimes your moans would not be heard, but you couldn't count on it for another good half an hour.

timothée had been silent for most of the night, and your suspicions only increased when he told you you would have to sit on the last row.

why on heart should you sit on the last row when free seats were even in the middle one?

you didn't question it at first, but now you had your answer without asking.

you tried so hard to keep your eyes on the screen or anything better than his hand, but you could only handle so much before your head fell back against your seat, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

his bony hand was pushing your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to him. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open.

"a-ah!! tim-" your back suddenly arched off the seat as timothée wasted no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it now that he had kneeled in front of your open legs, between your seat and the one behind his back.

the position would have felt comfortable if you just weren't inside the cinema and you had to bite your lips to shut up. his tongue immediately caressed your sensitive nub, and it was extremely salty from the popcorn bucket that you found it surprisingly hot. salt, cornmeal and butter.

you noticed he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on it or moving his tongue side to side so he settled on both. timothée hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor.

at times, it was slowly moving up and down, like he was trying to savor the taste of your essence -not too hard or too fast- just sensual. then, his tongue would again settle on quick, harsh licks.

"keep quiet baby." timothée slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole.

you were pulling his curls so hard that you knew it hurt, but your boyfriend didn’t even bother complaining, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following that you only could hear.

on the screen, even if your vision was pretty blurry and not recommendable at the moment, you could tell an action fight was going on.

the volume was at its loudest and you caught the occasion to let your desperate moans out, your chest rising up and down to catch breath and your hips moving against him.

it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of his fingers inside your tight little pussy, because you had never been so tense and nervous before in its process, and you knew it was because it was a damn public place.

"fuck- fuck..." your mouth dropped as he began to move his fingers at a semi-fast pace, digits bumping against that special spot that had your toes curling.

"feel so good, beautiful-" he moaned against your core, and you found yourself smiling a bit.

your hips felt so fucking desperate that you pulled his curls even tighter, not able to keep your hands still for half a second.

the volume was loud again and the cinema sits were basically shaking, and that didn't help at all as your groans and moans came out. they sounded like a plea, and you almost felt like crying.

you weren’t able to give him a verbal warning of the intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time timothée pulled his fingers out.

"you did so good baby..." he kissed your inner tights, even if the stream of cum had made a mess on both your legs and his fingers.

"you gotta admit that was better than the movie." a mischievous grin ran over his face and you just thanked god no person caught you two.

[petermorwood]

As mentioned more than once, @dduane's Middle Kingdoms don't have potatoes. A frequent alternative is parsnips, and the fried cakes in that photo are the result of an experiment done earlier this week to see if parsnips can substitute for potatoes in our always-reliable potato cake recipe.

Yes, they can!

*****

Here's @dduane's recipe.

First peel three regular-sized parsnips. then top and tail them.

Chop them into chunks and boil them in about 2 pints (1 litre) of water.

Drain them and return to the pan: let them steam dry. Then, while still hot, mash them well with a hand masher and allow to cool completely.

As mentioned further down, parsnips retain more water than potatoes even after steam-drying, so DON'T use a food processor or other power appliance for mashing or the result will be parsnip wallpaper paste. However, a processor is ideal for the rest of the recipe.

Put 2 cups (500g) all-purpose flour and ½ tsp salt into the processor bowl, blip the pulse switch to combine them then add 1½ tsp baking powder and blip again.

Now add 3 tablespoons butter and blip the pulse switch until the butter is completely worked in and the whole mixture has a cornmeal-y texture.

Now add the cooled mashed parsnips.

Process with the flour mixture, pulsing at first, then continuously, until the mixture comes together in a dough.

(If yours behaves the way our recipe did, no additional liquid should need to be added. The parsnips hold onto a surprising amount of water even after being steamed dry.)

Flour a work surface, roll the dough out about 1/3 inch (1 cm) thick, and use a sharp biscuit cutter to cut out into rounds. Then heat cooking oil in a frying pan to medium heat and put five or six of the cakes into the hot oil.

Fry until the cakes begin to rise a little (usually 4-5 minutes) and are going golden brown Turn and fry the cakes on their other sides for another 4-5 minutes. Test one for doneness: if necessary, turn the cakes once more and give them another 5 minutes or so.

Then cook the rest of the cakes in the same way. When they're done cooking, drain on paper towels until they're cool. Eat fresh or, to keep them, put them in a biscuit tin or other airtight container.

They'll keep for a few days. The parsnip flavor mellows somewhat the day after you bake them.

Like their potato-cake cousins, they're very good split, toasted, buttered and topped with a slice of cheese or (and) salami. They also shine as an accompaniment to bacon or sausages; give the parsnip cakes a brief re-fry in the fat left from frying these, then serve alongside the fried meats, dressed with a splash of Worcester or HP sauce and maybe a dotting of Tabasco or similar.

Our next experiment will be to make this recipe with the addition of some crumbled crispy bacon, grated cheese, grated onion or a combination of same.

The experiment after that will be to see if this can become parsnip bread in the same way as Irish potato farls. I think it will... :->

[marykk1990]

My next post in support of Ukraine is:

Next site, due to a late start, is some more Ukrainian foods. 1, Banush (Бануш), a cornmeal porridge. 2, Deruny (Деруни), a potato pancake similar to latkes. 3, Holubtsi (Голубці), stuffed cabbage rolls. 4, Varenyky (Вареники), my fav Ukrainian food that I've had.

#StandWithUkraine

#СлаваУкраїні 🇺🇦🌻

[fallouthomestaedau]

food in the wasteland

this post is inspired by @newvegascowboy 's post on food in the wasteland (go check it out if you haven't read it, its wonderful), and it got me thinking, much of the world in fallout has one characteristic, in one way or another, there is always some group grasping onto the past, and i wondered how that could affect food

lots of folks hold recipes and family tradition close, and at the end of the world that's all some folks have, and with that thought i started wondering how culture would affect food and food would affect culture

a couple notes first, if yall will humour me

i wont be covering fallout 76 or prime (for now) as i have next to no knowledge of them

the Nuka world dlc will get its own post because of unique circumstance within the setting

this wont be all encompassing, it is a collection of thoughts and notes (which yall can use as a basis for any ideas)

yall are wonderful and enjoy

comonwealth

go to meats/eggs

radstag (doe,buck,etc)

brahmin (also used for leather, milk, fertiliser)

yao guai

deathclaw

deathclaw eggs

commonwealth fish

horseshoe mirelurk (young and adult)

mirelurk hunter

mirelurk eggs

(supposedly iguana and squirrel)

clam/oyster (farharbour item called oyster bucket, implies shellfish in general area (all other animals drop meat but it is less appealing or too much effort for everyday people)

major crops

mutfruit

razorgrain

tato

gourd

melon

carrot

corn

tarberry

all fresh variants aswell

foraged plants (food/medicine)

hubflower

bloodleaf

brain fungus

wild carrot flower

glowing fungus

wild gourd blossom

wild tarberry

wild razorgrain

wild mutfruit

wild corn

thistle

wild tato blossoms

silt bean

wild melon blossom

ash blossom

mutated fern flower

theoretical cooking components

butter

cheese

seed oils

tallow (brahmin or yao guai)

maple syrup/sap (maple trees are found in the commonwealth)

pre-existing recipes + theorized realworld components

noodles (ramen made by takashi): razorgrain noodles (alkaline water+razorgrain flower) cooked in broth (brahmin likely), may have additions

molerat chunks: cubed molerat fried in seasonings

radscorpion omelet: radscorpion egg mixed with milk, fried and filled with preference

stingwing filet: fileted and fried stingwing

yao guai roast: yao guai meat, cooked in a thin layer of water in a covered pan, cooked with chopped carrots and tatos (maybe some kind of seasoning or something)

radstag stew: cubed radstag, stewed with cubed gourd and chopped tatos, cooked with a splash of vodka (maybe other seasoning+carrots)

squirell stew: chopped squirell, stewed with chopped tato and carrots, seasoned with bloodleaf

mirelurk cake: chopped mirelurk mixed with mirelurk egg and day old razorgrain bread, fried in thin layer of oil

deathclaw wellingham: heat milk, razorgrain flour, and cheese in a pot till melted and thick, dice/grate tato's, after which mix them in then put to side to cool, mix deathclaw eggwhites till stiff, and fold into cooled-down mixture, place in can and bake

vegetable soup: cook vegetables and seasoning of choice till water becomes broth and vegetables are soft

deathclaw omellet: mix together a deathclaw egg and milk, dice carrots and or mutfruit for filling, fry and fill

sweetroll: mix milk, butter, razorgrain flour and an egg of your chosing, and bake into a small roll, cover with a sugar based glaze of choice

mirelur omelet: mix mirelurk egg with milk, fry and fill with prefference (like mirelurk)

pretty much any meat: fried/grilled/poached (use common sense)

moonshine: bobrov secret recipe

possible local foods

marinated roast beef

"lobster" roll

clam chowder

baked silt beans

clambake

yankee potroast

baked fish

boiled mirelurk

maple anything

fried clams

seafood soups

homemade razorgrain bread/rolls

new england boiled dinner

homemade doughnuts?

vodka

mutfruit cider/wine

wines made from most fruits

cornmeal breads

gravies

mashed tatos

boiled tatos

cooked/boiled vegetables

vibes of the food

hardy food, mostly local with a lot of proteins and carbs, stuff that lasts, especially through the winter. diamond city and goodneighbour have more high end food, good cuts of beef, venison and even deathclaw are found in the markets, takashi toils over hardy broths and succulent mirelurk paired with glowing fungus, fresh breads and high end cooking, down south and along the coast, theres lots of fish and mirelurk on the menu, small house gardens, while to the north there are many orchards, and fields, small by prewar status but mind blowing to folks who come from dc way, central boston is home to more merging of the local diets, but much more pre-war food, folks scrounge for food more than grow it. the food is almost reminiscent of the colonial days, lots of dried or canned goods

the island

go to meats

rad-rabbit

erratic/island radstag

yao guai

fog crawler

hermit crab

mirelurk

mirelurk hunter

commonwealth fish

mackrel

haddock

angler

barnacle

dolphish (dolphin creature)

wolf

clam/oyster (farharbour item called oyster bucket, implies shellfish in general area

crops (most likely to br grown on island)

corn

tatos

carrots most crops are likely shiped in, as growing conditions are rough

foraged plants

aster

black bloodleaf

blight

cave fungus

lure weed

raw sap (maple)

wild gourd (blossom)

wild mutfruit

wild carrot

hub flower

wild tato (blossom)

wild corn

silt bean

mutated fern

razorgrain (found growing feral)

theoretical cooking stuff

tallow

dolphish blubber

syrup (made from sap)

pre-existing recipe + theories of contents

chicken noodle soup: chicken thigh cooked with chopped carrots, razorgrain or cornmeal noodles and seasoned with black bloodleaf

ground molerat: cooked ground molerat meat

gulper slurry: gulper innards stewed with carrot and tato, seasoned with black bloodleaf

wares brew: alcohol distilled from sap

the captains feast: yao guai roast cooked with tato and carrots, cooked in vodka and seasoned with black bloodleaf

sludge cocktail: mix condensed fog, blight and water

seasoned rabbit skewers: fried rabbit and skewers seaoned with aster, black bloodleaf, lureweed and blight (fried in oil, oil coated rabbit as its cooked)

resilient sludge cocktail: condensed fog, bloodbug meat and rad-x

mirelurk jerky: dried mirelurk coated with tarberry juice

wolf ribs: rib meat of a wolf, seasoned with lureweed as cooked

possible recipes

chowder

cooked clam/oysters

boiled mirelurk

"lobster" rolls

ployes

clambake

needhams (made with tato)

mirelurk cakes

"indian pudding" made with syrup not molases

homemade "cornbread" (more bread like}

baked fish

fried fish

boiled fog crawler

cooked meats

homemade stews

fried eggs

homemade gravy

roast chicken

homebrewed alcohol

baked (silt) beans

razorgrainmeal (oatmeal stand in)

food vibes very hearty but humble, lots of seafood, meat heavy meals are meant for special occasions, salted foods are common, lots of preserved foods, very dense foods, very filling, typical of a town where you have to worry about fish people and ancient sea gods, it is the food of people who think that an easy week is half a day off after a full 50 hour work week, imported foods like mutfruit jam is saved for the guests kinda food

washington

meats

brahmin

molerat

yao guai

mirelurk

radroach

possibly iguana (iguana bits)

possibly squirell (squirell bits)

crops/plants

apple

pear

carrot

potato

mutfruit

crunchy mutfruit

cooking components

butter

cheese

tallow

pre-existing recipes + components and stuff

mirelurk cakes: mirelurk meat, eggs and potato starch, fried in oil/butter

noodles: potato starch noodles boiled in a simple broth

squirell stew: made with squirell, potato and carrots

cooked meat

possible recipes

boiled mirelurk

apple "jam"

potato bread

food vibes desperate and despair, most soil is unfarmable due to all the bombs, people eat what they catch, brahmin are sickly and produce precious little food, its inventive in a sad way, even with cleaned up rivers the fish are still unfit to eat, and will be for a while, the soil will take lots of tlc and hydroponics can only do so much, its a wasteland

the mojave

go to meats/egg

bighorner (used for milk, wool and hides)

brahmin (used for milk, fertiliser, transport and hides)

deathclaw

deathclaw eggs

gecko (used for hides too)

gecko eggs

perch

minnow

suposedly iguana and squirell (iguana/squirell bits)

molerat

crops (some imported)

crunchy mutfruit

fresh apple

fresh pear

fresh carrot

fresh potato

jalapeno

maize

mutfruit

pinto bean

foraged (and farmed) plants

barrel cactus

bannana yucca

broc flower

buffalo gourd

cave fungus

honey mesquite

nevada agave

pinyon nuts

prickly pear

white horsenettle

xander root

possible cooking components

butter

cheese

tallow

oil

chile oil

pre-existing recipes + components

brahmin wellington: brahmin steak, wrapped in ant egg puff pastry

caravan lunch: cram, instamash and pork and beans

desert salad: xander greens, topped with sliced barrel cactus, thin sliced dried brahmin meat and pinyon nuts

gecko kebab: gecko meat marinated in jalapeno and banana yucca

noodles: cornmeal noodles cooked in a broth

ruby's caserole: cornmeal crust filled with chopped molerat marinated in jalapeno and radscorpion venom

trail mix: fresh apple+pear, pinyon nuts and sugar bombs

wasteland omelet: deathclaw eg mixed with brahmin milk, filled with a mixture of blamco mac n cheese, mutfruit and lakelurk meat

possible recipes

Chateaubriand

onion rings (the strip)

ribs

cornbread

grits

tortilla

chicken fried steak

baked potato

mashed potato

homemade gravy

green chili stew

mutton stew (bighorner)

sagebrush salad

quesadilla

stuffed peppers

chile

sauted corn (corn, chiles. seasonings)

stews -soups

tamales

grilled maize

fried fish (near lake mead)

cactus fries

nopales

jalapeno poppers

sopapillas

homemade bread

homemade rolls

food vibes western-new mexico, the strip has more high end food but most of the mojave has more rural staples, very flavourful, kinda ranch food, keeps you going all day and makes you glad to come home, really homecooked vibes, lots of variations, like never ask for a recipe in a crowded room cause it will start a fight over whose grandma had the better recipe, lots of meat and vegetables, very little fish, not a lot of "pickyness" over food

zion canyon traditional

meat

perch

rainbow trout

yao guai

gecko

mantis

bighorner

molerat

plants

cave fungi

daturana

sacred datura

xander root

prickly pear

spore plant pods

bannana yucca

honey mesquite

pinyon nuts

cooking components

tallow

recipes

stews

fried meats

fried xander greens

fried fish

fried mushroom

roasted pinyon nuts

food vibes not highly intricate but somehow nostalgic, very traditional indigenous, simple in an uncomplicated way not a bad way, some of the best quality ingredients around, clean food and clean water, smoky flavors, food isn't meant to be showy or fancy, its meant to leave you full and happy as you spend time with family, its meant to be honored and not wasted

new California republic

meat

brahmin

deathclaw

deathclaw egg

gecko

gecko egg

fish

various wild game

crops

potato

onion

cabbage

maize

green mutfruit

fava bean

apple

rice

tomato

carrot

foraged

seaweed

recipes

shi rice: cooked rice served with a side of seaweed or fish

brahmin, any cut of meat grilled or fried

cornbread

grits

tortillas

cabbage soup

chile

cabbage salad

mashed potatos

baked potato

sauerkraut-coleslaw

pickled veg

jerky

mashed potato

baked potato

stews

soups

food vibes very diverse, lots of regional staples, San Francisco has lots of seafood while towns like Modoc have mostly brahmin meat and veg, Klamath has gecko, its very locale dependent ¨(out of character, fallout 1-2 is super bleak and sparse) food is often a matter of survival more than fancy, with the exemption of larger settlements and cities where imports are available and you can afford to experiment with food

[breadandblankets]

"So are you too locked in or can I make a request?"

It would never, ever, get old: watching a man the size of a mini van jump a foot in the air and straight out of his skin. The flash of steel catches the blinding supermarket lights in his ghost vision.

Wisely, Duke steps out of the way of the knife going for his stomach.

"Duke what the fuck!" Jason whisper yells when he realizes. (Duke barely suppresses an eye roll, who else has the invisibility powers required to make a holographic jacket stealthy.)

(Cass probably, Duke's mind provides.)

"I could have hurt you!"

"It's nice for you to think that," he consoles with as much condescension as Duke could muster. (A lot, for your information, he learned from the best, and also Batman.) "Anyway answer the question."

"No," Jason grumbles, trying to straighten his list where it got crunched in his deathgrip. "Planning d-"

"Day was yesterday, yeah, I had a math test yesterday."

Jason's eyes narrow.

"Does B have more trackers that I don't know about?"

"Hm? No," assures Duke. "I took Tim's notes."

"Tim's notes that have like a billion layers of security?"

Duke snorts.

"His notes that have two passwords, a thumb scanner, and a retinal scanner." He rolls his eyes for real this time to display his clear disdain.

"That Babs can't hack through?"

"You and I both know that Babs' concept of 'can't' is much more flexible than her concept of 'won't'"

"Fair that's on me for this very stressful afternoon you are putting me through," Jason snipes.

"Think of it as exposure therapy," Duke says, patting Jason's shoulder, which, to Duke's extreme delight he doesn't flinch from. "And I'll show you how I hack Tim's shit when we're not in public."

Jason grumbles, which is good as gold in Jason speak.

"Make your request," Jason begrudges, in that tone he has that indicates he will be judging your choice.

"Jalapeno cornbread, and you show me how you make it my dad wants the recipe."

Jason's head snaps up and he smiles.

"Oh man if it's for Doug you can request anything you want!"

"Eighteen million dollars," Duke jokes.

Jason pretends to think on it for a beat.

"Make it 14 and you have a deal."

Duke sighs dramatically.

"You drive a hard bargain but I'll accept... I guess."

"Shut up flashlight," Jason laughs. "Come on, I need cornmeal now."