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[bookwormjust]

Imagine: Azriel care during dinner with the Inner Circle

The grand dining room of the House of Wind was alive with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional playful jab between friends. The Inner Circle had gathered for dinner, a regular occurrence that always promised good food, better company, and the kind of banter that only those bound by deep friendship and countless battles could share.

You sat next to Azriel, your mate, his presence a constant, comforting warmth beside you. The table was laden with delicious dishes, from roasted meats to vibrant salads, and the smell of freshly baked bread filled the air. Conversation flowed easily, punctuated by Cassian’s booming laughter and Mor’s exaggerated tales of her latest escapades.

As usual, you were absorbed in the lively discussions, occasionally jumping in with your own remarks or laughing at something Feyre said. What you didn’t notice, however, was the way Azriel moved with quiet precision, always making sure your plate was never empty. Whenever a dish was passed around, he would subtly serve you first, spooning just the right amount of food onto your plate without making a fuss.

Whenever your glass was even close to empty, Azriel would refill it with water, his movements smooth and efficient. His hand would often rest on your back or gently squeeze your knee under the table, as if to reassure you that he was there, that he was paying attention even when you were caught up in the conversation.

Azriel’s care was so effortless, so woven into the fabric of his actions, that it didn’t even register to you how much he was doing to ensure your comfort. It was just Azriel being Azriel—attentive, protective, and deeply in tune with your needs, even when you weren’t aware of them yourself.

At one point, Rhysand leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing at his lips as he watched Azriel refill your glass for what must have been the fourth or fifth time. “You know, Y/N, I’m starting to think Azriel’s taken it upon himself to be your personal waiter tonight.”

You blinked, looking up in confusion as the rest of the Inner Circle chuckled. “What do you mean?” you asked, glancing over at Azriel, who merely raised an eyebrow, his expression as calm as ever.

Mor grinned, leaning forward with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Oh, come on, Y/N. Haven’t you noticed? He’s been practically waiting on you hand and foot all night.”

Cassian snorted, gesturing with his fork. “He’s been serving you more than anyone else. And don’t get me started on the water refills. I’m pretty sure Az’s spent more time making sure you’re hydrated than eating his own dinner.”

Feyre nodded in agreement, a soft smile on her face. “It’s sweet, really. I mean, I get it—Azriel’s always looking out for everyone. But with you, it’s...extra.”

Your cheeks warmed slightly as you turned to Azriel, who simply shrugged, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. “You didn’t seem to notice, so I just…did what I always do,” he said quietly, his gaze steady and filled with a gentle affection that made your heart flutter.

You felt a rush of warmth, suddenly hyper-aware of all the little things Azriel had been doing throughout the meal. The way he’d effortlessly made sure you had everything you needed, never drawing attention to himself, always so quietly attuned to you. You reached out, placing your hand over his on the table, squeezing it gently.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice soft but filled with meaning. Azriel’s fingers intertwined with yours, his thumb brushing against your skin in that familiar, comforting way.

“Always,” he replied, his voice just for you, low and intimate.

Amren, who had been silently observing with a raised eyebrow, finally spoke up. “It’s nauseatingly adorable, but honestly, if I had someone making sure I was fed and watered like that, I wouldn’t complain.”

The table erupted in laughter, and you couldn’t help but join in, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. You leaned closer to Azriel, resting your head briefly against his shoulder, and he responded by pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his shadows swirling around you like a comforting embrace.

“Guess I need to pay more attention,” you joked, glancing up at him with a playful smile. “I might’ve been missing out on the royal treatment.”

Azriel chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You don’t have to notice. I’ll always take care of you, whether you see it or not.”

And as the night went on, filled with more laughter and playful teasing, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and contentment. Azriel’s quiet acts of care were just one of the many ways he showed his affection, and it made you realize, all over again, just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

[ballerinarina]

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FIVE HARGREEVES X Fem!OC

Synopsis: On Christmas, Five and Lila manage to return to their timeline after seven years of living together, lost. Izabela notices that something is strange, but it is only when Diego and Five engage in a discussion with confessions that she realizes that she has been betrayed. While everyone heads to the van to prevent the end of the world, Izabela asks for a few minutes alone with Five to settle things, dot the i's and cross the t's; Word Count: 3.2k Tags: spoilers, angst, cheating, fluff, slightly canon divergence (but Lila x Five/end of S4 still happened)

Note: It's been years since I tried to write something (and I never tried to do it in English before), but I hope it worked out! You can listen to the FANFIC PLAYLIST HERE and here you can read about my OC, but it's perfectly enjoyable to read it knowing nothing about her, or imagining youself in her place! I wrote thinking that they both look ± 20 years old. Please enjoy and tell me what you think! ♡

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Something was off, Izabela could tell as soon as her eyes fell on Five. The boy had never been the really outgoing, smiling or affectionate type, but at that moment he didn't even seem present in Diego's living room. His unstable and lost look, the worried wrinkle on his forehead and a tense and insincere return of affection when Izabela welcomed him into the kitchen with a hug put her on alert.

It had always been easy for her to read him, but a hint of confusion seemed to be beeping in her mind now. Keeping her distance and giving him space — at least until he could organize his own thoughts —Izabela was sitting on the arm of the sofa next to her husband, without touching him, just with her senses attentive and worried as she observed him like an enigma.

A tired sigh escapes her mouth as she foresees that Five's anxious restlessness combined with Luther's comments about the apocalypse could only result in nothing good. It was Christmas Day and, from the bottom of her heart, as unlikely as it was, Izabela was wishing that the end-of-the-world problems had magically resolved themselves — or at least been paused, as the previous moments of tranquility seemed to suggest. Not unexpectedly, they were not, so sure enough: as soon as she gets up and heads to the kitchen, mentally using the excuse of taking the Brazilian mayonnaise salad out of the fridge to get away from the depressing subject, she hears Five's stressed voice picking a fight with his brothers.

Escaping the realization of the apocalypse as an existence in her mind (for the fourth time) was her goal as she grabbed the tray and the dishes, trying to distract herself from Diego and Five's argument. With the kitchen right in the next room, the attempt was naive and failed: Izabela could feel the anxiety rising up her spine. She had never seen her husband so hopeless, but not even for a second found this behavior strange among the others. She herself couldn't take it anymore and, good heavens, she hated loud noises, hated missing Christmas, hated her brothers fighting — even though she wasn't much less temperamental than them —, hated not understanding what was happening to Five, and, most of all, hated the end of the world.

She opened and closed the drawers of that house that wasn't hers on impulse, more as an outlet than really interested in finding cutlery to serve the mayonnaise, when she felt her body freeze at the sound of Diego's voice cutting through the air.

“Is something going on between you two?”

Below her, the sought-after steel spoons and forks gleamed, reflecting her pale face and no longer showed interest in any meal.

“Diego…”

“Holy shit!”

In her ears, Five's silence pierces more than any of those sharp knives could. Refusal is the modus operandi that Izabela's mind immediately activates, only retaining strength amidst the shock to slightly shake her head in denial to herself. She thinks she must have misunderstood, sharpens her ears, holds back her despair. But no.

Five and Lila were having an affair.

To Izabela's anguish, Diego and his wife's voices were the last things she wanted to hear, but they were the ones talking, talking, talking amidst the suffocating silence that settled over the house like a funeral, squeezing her chest and leaving her breathless. Five and Lila were together.

Why? Was that why Five was acting strange? How had she not noticed before? When had she lost her husband? At what point had Five stopped being the person she trusted most in the world? In what world had she stopped being the person he trusted most? Why hadn’t he told her himself? Had she done something wrong?

“Yeah. You think I’m gonna buy that bullshit?”

Not even noticing when it began a state of near hyperventilation, Izabela's breathing only catches when Five's voice finally silences her thoughts:

“She’s telling the truth, all right? We got lost. We couldn’t find our way back.”

“We were searching for seven years, Diego…”

A gasp. No. No, no, no — it is horror what gradually fills every cell of Izabela's body, like blood spreading across a carpet.

Seven years. The pieces fit together almost in slow motion in her head, with her mouth half open, wanting to cry, but unable to emit even a single sob. It is towards the open door that her body turns without even needing an order, but it is her own steps that seem to weigh a thousand tons, and it is on the threshold that she stops once again. Leaning on the doorpost, without the courage to step outside and face her husband. Her husband, from whom she had lost seven whole years.

“We were chased, attacked, shot at…”

Each of Lila's words of explanation numbs her from afar as they settle into her diaphragm like stones. As if 45 years without Five hadn't been enough. As if the imminent end of times wasn't enough. It all sets up a scenario so desperate that it turns all sadness into apathetic disgust on her tongue.

Claire’s interruption comes like a ghost that straightens her posture and wipes away the moisture that escaped as it pooled in her eyes. Pursing the lips in bitterness, the information of Ben’s location is an almost physical reminder to Izabela that, whether she likes it or not, she will have to be part of the Umbrella Academy once again, so repressing all this futile conflict is her only option at the moment.

Swallowing the feelings, however, doesn't take away the agony in her heart and, with a shaky sigh trying to regain her composure, she fails to maintain the cool when her eyes meet the back of Five's figure as she enters the room. More than ever, Izabela wants to be practical, to go prevent the end of the world once and for all while stifling any thoughts about this terrifying situation playing with her head, but she knows she would never be able to win any fight like that. In a mirror of her unconscious distress, she exchanges glances with Klaus, the only one on the couch who noticed her in the corner of the room. "I just need a few minutes. Please." he doesn't need words to understand and, with a certain pity, he doesn't hesitate to stand up and encourage the rest of the family towards the van, distracting them with some Klaus-style comment that Izabela honestly can't process.

Feeling her presence as he had for so many years in his past, Five turns around, meeting Izabela's gaze, who mentally catalogues the worst nausea she has ever been condemned to feel when looking at her husband and wondering if she finds a stranger there. The eyes trying not to run over every detail of that face only now notice how much sadder and tired it seems compared to the last time she outlined his features. The silence traps them in a trance in which she finds herself unable to think of anything to say, until she hears the living room door slam, looking away at it and noticing that it was closed. The boy sighs and purses his lips; they were alone.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Is it true? Everything Lila said?” going back to stare at him, the words slip through her mouth, almost like an escape “Did I miss seven years of you?”

“All this time I tried to come back, Izabela…”

A quick shake of her head, Izabela crosses her arms in a tic. What he tries to justify, with such a cautious voice, had never been the question for her.

“I believe you.” pause “And… even if it’s not true, Five. It’s been seven years.”

“Yeah.”

That wasn't the tightness in her chest. She knows Five well, she knows her brother and husband well, and knows how he had spent decades trying to return to his family before. Even if, at any time in these seven years, he had hesitated, Izabela would never have the arrogance to judge his willpower in the face of emptiness. No, her cholera is another. Trying to keep her voice serious, she feels that what she wants is not to fight, that unlike her brother Diego, her anger is not against Five but against everything in essence. She finds herself unable to rid herself of a deep desire to slit her throat, she bites her lip.

“Do you love her?”

“Bela…”

“Please.”

After so many years of the tradition of emotional constipation that has branched out in the family with half-truths and poorly spoken subjects, when Five holds his wife's gaze, he already knows that she would not accept him doing the same thing that Lila did to Diego. Avoiding the subject is the easiest thing to do, but Izabela, so emotional, has also always been the most logical Hargreeves in dealing with emotion, so he knows very well that she, while staring at his green irises so dejected and hesitant, prays for an honest answer.

“I do. I love her a lot, Bela.”

It is no less painful to hear what she already imagined she would hear: the mind seems to be in standby mode, slowly assimilating what so quickly pierced her heart. Trying hard to accept the new reality rationally, the only disturbance on her face is her eyebrows furrowing for just a second, struggling to suppress the urge to cry that rises in her throat, her gaze scanning the wall in the background and then turning back down.

“So you don’t love me anymore?”

Five perceives more of a statement than a question. He opens his mouth to try to answer, but then closes it, his face saddened and his voice not found before himself. It is when she does not hear a response that the so-called new reality hits Izabela, surrounding her in fear, making her look at him with a neutral voice and expression contrasting with her trembling pupils.

“Five… you don’t love me anymore?”

“That’s not fair to you…”

“No… Look.” her voice is dually firm, but by a thread, shivering him “Don't lie, but don't let me die without having that answer.”

If before the tension between the two could be described as funereal, it becomes even more so. The prospect of an imminent death coming out of Izabela's mouth is so strange to Five's ears that it hurts as if he were the one who lost seven years of his wife. Even in the midst of all the daily hopelessness in her life, when finding herself facing the end of times Izabela used to at least pretend to have faith. The lack of such works as a disillusionment for him. Despite having lost his own a few years ago, he only embodies this in himself when he realizes that not even Izabela thinks it is worth believing that she will have another chance to say what was not said.

“I couldn't.” the answer simply comes out of him due to the disturbance of perception “I couldn't stop loving you, even if it were a centenary, Bella. I've never stopped thinking about you, not for a single minute of these seven years.” Five shakes his head, lowering it, scared to finally verbalize anything at all about the subject, especially to the person he was most afraid of doing. He barely feels room to hate how he stutters, lost like just a boy. How he hesitates. “But… when…. when my heart started loving Lila… I had so much fear of coming back to you, precisely because not even for a moment I stopped loving you too.” his cheeks begin to get wet with the tears that throughout his life he has always repressed, but that only ever escaped in the presence of the girl in front of him “Coming back to you meant concretize it, and that's not fair to you, you... you know I'd rather rip my heart out with my own hands than hurt you. But I couldn't help myself…”

His greenish eyes, now so moist, return to Izabela and are surprised to notice what Five identifies as tenderness amidst the restrained and painful crying that accompanied his. Not that his wife wasn't towards him the most tender human being he had ever had the fortune to live with, but precisely because he had failed her so much, he knew he deserved her anger. What he receives, however, is the anguish in his chest intensifying when Izabela approaches and puts her forehead to his, cupping Five's cheeks in her hands and sighing a lament:

“Please. Tell me you still wanna stay with me.”

Silence, he gasps in agony.

“I don’t mind, Five.” Izabela feels as if she is short of breath, so much she longs for confirmation of her request. Any attempted neutrality was lost when the words of the husband, who's always so strong, made it clear how exhausted he seemed in the face of his own feelings. Five had been her weak point for as long as she could remember, and, knowing every comma of what once shaped his pain, being able to see it now makes her desperate, above all and any problem. “I lost seven years of you, Five, I… I almost lost you forever… Please. Maybe the world will end today, but if it doesn’t… Stay with me.

It shouldn’t be Izabela the one asking for anything in this scenario. But if Five still loves her — and, God, she can see that he does —, she finds herself willing to fight the feeling of humiliation tingling in every part of her body. More than anyone, she knows how much the boy believes in his core that he doesn’t deserve any mercy or love as payment for his countless past sins. Izabela sees his affliction before her and, as she has done all her life, she could never give up on her husband like that. He gasps with his brows furrowed, trying to hold back his tears, when a sudden flash illuminates the girl’s mind, that finally sees the edge of the inevitable abyss in which she finds herself.

“Even if… even if you stay with her too… Just… don’t leave me…”

Such insensate words being uttered set up the exact moment when Five breaks, nodding his head in despair and wrapping Izabela's waist in a frightening fragility — which she herself would never have expected to witness in him on a day and in a mood like the one they were experiencing —, marking the beginning of a salty, bereft and hasty kiss, with neither having any idea on who did it.

The bodies of each spouse, once accustomed to kissing for hours on end, this time witnessed an emotional suffocation that soon left them short of breath. Five finds his reason trapped in Izabela's incongruity, who even facing a scenario like the apocalypse and the most logical devastation of what she should feel for him, still thinks and utters such an altruistic and utopian possibility. It is uncomfortable. Hiding his wet face in the girl's shoulder, he hugs her tightly and she immediately clings to him, wrapping her arms around his nape and trying to find in the fingers that intertwine in his locks any physical difference that would mark the years that have passed in him.

“I shouldn't do this to you.”

“No. No. Five.”

“Izabela, it's not fair” he tries to repeat it for the third time, but she interrupts him and repeats herself too:

“And I don’t mind. Damn, Five... You survived. You came back to me. And if loving her kept you alive... That’s… that’s okay with me.” If Izabela is honest with herself, she admits how every word she utters never fails to sound absurd to her. Jealous since she was a child, she deeply hates finding herself in this scenario and, yes, she wants to at least scream in rage. The truth, however, is still intrinsic to every sentence she is saying, no matter how strange it may sound to herself. Faced with this situation, greater than all the rage she feels is the memory of her husband alone for 45 years with the only trace of what he believed to be love coming from deliriums about a broken mannequin — this is what makes her sicker than any unusual situation of infidelity. The realization that Five saw himself once again in front of the horror that has endured his entire life fades any absurdity in the impulsive words she has been speaking, because it is replaced with the relief that at least this time he was not alone. He, in reflex, hugs her tighter, fearing this being a lie. It is with the man she loves most so fragile in her arms that she reaches the certainty that, if in order to survive in the midst of despondment, Five needed to find love — human, real —, her love for him can indeed overcome any other feeling she may feel in the face of it. Izabela pulls away from the hug, connecting her eyes with his and guiding her hand from his hair to his cheek, in a sweet caress accompanied by the melancholy of a weak smile. “When we save the world… Tell me about her. Tell me about you both.” in immediate reaction he frowns, a slight protest as if he assumes that this would only hurt her, but she continues “Five, I love your heart. And this… is part of it now… Let me know. We'll find a way.”

Five hesitates. Izabela is very good to him, always has been. He sees in the affectionate look she gives him the pain his wife is feeling, but he also sees how genuine she is in everything she says. The suffocating dilemma makes him want to die, hating to cause such displeasure to someone he loves so much, but it also makes him wonder if he has gone mad and is just trapped in a dream, so Kafkaesque was the dread he has felt of this moment for the last few years. He kisses her, briefly, leaning in with a sigh and praying in gratitude before joining their foreheads, nodding in agreement, agonized.

“Fuck, I missed you so much…”

“Good to have you back, Five.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Like the misfortune of flowers burning in a fire, Izabela, however, never gets to have Five lying with his head on her lap in a moment of affection, reciting about how much he loved her even from a distance. She also doesn't hear her husband's cautious voice telling her about the dangers that left his life hanging by a thread countless times during those years away, or about the unplanned feelings he experienced. She never had to get used to how their marriage would adapt when he sorted out his pending love with Lila, because such plans never came to fruition, just like the ones to sort out with his brother Diego.

The existence of this love, — of these loves — intertwined by the knots that constituted its universe, was eternally erased in two marigolds that, I like to believe, only survived the rebirth, the wind and the storm due to the hope and lull watered shortly before the end on the vestige of cherish that fought in the hearts of the two lovers.

Five and Izabela Hargreeves.

N/A: What do you think? I'd love to read your opinion!

[violet-hearth]

Herb Butter

Also known as compound butter and is a way to preserve herbs and flavour butter.

Best used for savory foods, can be an amazing way to elevate kitchen witchcraft.

Generic Recipe Base

8 tablespoons or 1/2 cup butter

1-3 teaspoons of finely chopped fresh herbs of choice (combine herbs for more flavour profiles)

rosemary, coriander, chives, parsley, dried chilies, sage, dill, garlic, lemon, edible flowers etc.

optionally 1 teaspoon lemon zest

optionally salt to taste

Soften butter at room temperature then add to a bowl with the herbs and zest. Using a fork, mask it all together until thoroughly combined.

Add salt to taste and combine

Scoop the butter onto a piece of waxed or parchment paper and roll into a log - optionally place in a shaped dish. Place in fridge to set

Fisherman's Butter

To be added to a seafood salad, white fish, shrimp, or on bread. Would pair amazingly with a holiday featuring fish, a holiday honouring an ocean deity, or to bring to a group meal.

8 tablespoons butter

1 tablespoon parsley

1 tablespoon lemon juice

1/2 tablespoon rosemary

1/2 - 1 tablespoon fish sauce (vegan works too)

salt and pepper to taste

Yuletide Butter

Serve in a communal or partnered meal to bring in love, prosperity and community during the colder months - best served with chicken, warm bread, or potatoes.

3 tablespoons butter

OPTIONAL: 1 table spoon of scotch

2-3 cloves crushed garlic (protection, love, lust)

1/2 teaspoon zest of clementine (love, home blessing, luck)

1/4 teaspoon clove (love, money)

1/4 teaspoon cinnamon (love, protection, prosperity)

1/4 teaspoon smoke paprika (heat, energy, fire)

1/2 teaspoon salt (protection)

Adapt the recipes as needed for what you have and to your own practice <3

[tiredwitchplant]

How to Use Herbs : Rosemary

Hwello there. We have talked about rosemary and its uses in a previous post. If you haven't read it, please click here: Rosemary

Now I shall provide some spells, tonics, recipes and etc on where you can utilize it. Let us begin :)

Author's Note: From I noticed a part is usually a teaspoon. You can add more according to your needs, but I would always start with that measurement first.

Alchemist Formula for Binding:

One part benzoin gum (Saturn, binding)

One part patchouli (Saturn,binding)

One part Solomon's seal (Saturn, protective)

One part rosemary oil (Saturn, protective)

One part frankincense oil (Sun, success)

Mental Focus Magical Tea:

I part rosemary

1/2 part spearmint

1 cup of boiling water

Mix herbs in a small jar

To brew, pour 1 cup of boiling water over 1 teaspoon of the herbal blend.

Steep for 5 - 7 minute. Strain and drink.

Spells:

Remembrance for Lost Love (Heartache Healer)

6 drops of rosemary oil

3 drops of peppermint oil

1 drop of lavender oil

White candle

Add the oil to the top of the candle, one at a time, in a clockwise direction around the wick.

LIght the candle and gaze into the flame

Visualize your fond memories of the person who left your life. As you do this say, "I thank you for the time we had together, I thank you for the love we shared, I thank you for being an important part of my life. We have parted, we move on, we remember. I wish you the best life has to offer and hope you have found happiness."

Allow the candle to burn out of its own and dispose of the remaining wax away from your home or bury it in the spot you and the past partner enjoyed together.

Broom Cleansing Spell

 Use one or any combination of the following botanicals: broom, cedar,fennel, hyssop, rosemary, sage, vervain.

Arrange the botanicals and tie them to the bottom of a branch withraffia, visualizing, charging and knotting. (Any branch may be used,however an ash branch is considered particularly powerful.)

Sprinkle with salted water or any preferred purification formula.

Sweep the area.

Disassemble the broom outside, away from the cleansed space.

 Bury the components in the ground or toss them into living waters, flowing away from you.

Ghost Keep Away Spell (Boundary Line Spell)

Place three peeled cloves of garlic in a bowl, together with one handful of sea salt and one handful of fresh rosemary leaves.

Grind and mash the ingredients together.

Sprinkle them to create a boundary, as needed.

Bad Habits Bath

Add the following to a tub filled with warm water:

Essential oil of clary sage

Essential oil of frankincense

Essential oil of lavender

Essential oil of lemongrass or May Chang

Essential oil of rosemary

Enter the bath and inhale the fragrance, and accompany with affirmations and positive visualizations.

Kitchen Witch Recipes:

Super-Quick Bonus Recipe for Gwion’s Red Onion Pickle Bliss

Fills one pint-sized jar

Prep Time: 10 minutes

Cooking Time: 20 minutes, plus 30 minutes to cool in the fridge

1 medium red onion

3 tablespoons sugar

1/2 cup water

10 black peppercorns

2/3 cup white wine vinegar,

rice vinegar, or apple cider vinegar

1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes

1 sprig rosemary

1 clove garlic, peeled and halved

Slice the onion very thinly and place it in your clean, dry jar. Set it aside.

Add the rest of the ingredients to a medium saucepan and bring to a boil until the sugar has fully dissolved. Stir carefully so you don’t break the rosemary. The sprig is in there to add flavour, and you’ll discard it before the next step.

Let the pickling mixture (the water, vinegar, and spices) cool down for about 10 minutes. Discard the sprig of rosemary and pour the remaining

ingredients into the jar of onions. Make sure all of the onions are submerged

in the picking liquid. If you have to, use a spoon to push the onions down in the jar. Seal the jar and put it in the fridge to cool. The onions are ready to eat once they are cool, about 30 minutes.

Serve them on avocado toast, burgers, salads, or just with a fork straight out of the jar. Remember to kiss your partner or partners before eating the onions out of the jar, unless they’re into pungent kisses.

Goat for a God: Roasted Goat Leg with Grape Molasses

Great for Deities: Dionysus, Pan and Thor

Serves : 6

Prep Time: 30 minutes

Cooking Time: 2 hours and 30 minutes

1 goat leg (about 3 pounds)

1/4 cup + 1 tablespoon olive oil

2 teaspoons salt

1 teaspoon cumin

2 teaspoons black pepper

4 tablespoons grape molasses

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 teaspoon coriander

2 sprigs fresh rosemary

1 cup white wine + one glass for sipping and toasting while cooking (use mead if you're cooking this for Thor)

1 bay leaf

2 large carrots, chopped into

1" chunks

1 celery root, peeled and chopped into 1" cubes

Open the bottle of white wine or mead and take a hefty drink. (This is optional but deities do like when you drink with them but they can respect if you don't partake.)

Preheat the oven to 375° F.

Liberally season the goat leg with salt and pepper.

Rub the minced garlic all over the goat leg too. If it helps, poke a few holes in the goat leg so you can get the garlic right into the meat.

Place the rosemary sprigs and bay leaf in the bottom of a large roasting pan and put the goat leg right on top. Add the carrots and celery root around the edges. Pour the olive oil all over the goat and rub it around. Coat the carrots and celery root too.

Pour the white wine around the bottom of the roasting pan.

Loosely cover with kitchen foil and put the whole pan into the oven for 2 hours.

About an hour and forty-five minutes into the cooking process, it’s time to make the glaze.

Mix the grape molasses—which is a super-condensed syrup made of grape must—in a bowl with a tablespoon of olive oil, the coriander, and the cumin. You can substitute honey for the grape molasses if for Thor.

At the two-hour mark, pull the roasting pan out of the oven and paint the goat with the grape (or honey) and spice glaze.

Pop the goat and veggies, uncovered, back into the oven for another 20 minutes or until the internal temperature reaches at least 145° F.

When you’re ready to serve this dish, scoop the veggies into a bowl (fornow) and put the goat leg on a platter. If you have access to one, get a cedar plank and serve the goat on it.

Medical Tonics and Infusions:

Infusion- An infusion is the simplest way to prepare the more delicate aerial parts of plants, especially leaves and flowers, for use as a medicine or as a revitalizing or relaxing drink. It is made in a similar way to tea, using either a single herb or a combination of herbs, and may be drunk hot or cold.

Pot Infusion

For a cup:

1 tsp (2–3 g) dried or 2 tsp (4–6 g) fresh herb (or mixture of herbs) to a cup of water

For a pot:

20 g dried herb or 30 g fresh herb (or a mixture of different herbs) to 2 cups (500 ml) of water

Warm the pot, then add the herb.

Pour in water that has just boiled, replace the lid, and infuse for 10 minutes.

Strain some of the infusion into a cup. A teaspoon of honey may be added if desired.

Storage:

Store in a covered jug in a refrigerator or cool place for up to 24 hours.

Tonic Making

Standard Quantity:

200 g dried or 300 g fresh herb chopped into small pieces to 1 quart (1 liter) alcohol—vodka of 35–40% alcohol is ideal, although rum hides the taste of bitter or unpalatable herbs

Standard Dosage:

Take 1 tsp (5 ml) 2 –3 times a day diluted in 1 tbsp plus 1 tsp (25 ml) of water or fruit juice.

Place the herb in a large, clean glass jar and pour on the alcohol, ensuring that the herb is covered. Close and label the jar.

Shake well for 1–2 minutes and store in a cool dark place for 10–14 days, shaking the jar every 1–2 days.

Set up the wine press, placing a muslin or nylon mesh bag securely inside. Pour in the mixture and collect the liquid in the jug.

Slowly close the wine press, extracting the remaining liquid from the herbs until no more drips appear. Discard the leftover herbs.

Pour the tincture into clean, dark glass bottles using a funnel. When full, stopper with a cork or screw top and label the bottles.

Storage:

Store in sterilized, dark glass bottles in a cool dark place for up to 2 years. An amber glass jar is the best option.

Sorry this post is so long @_@ But please enjoy and use wisely. Bye byes~

Sources

[lowspoonsfood]

Mock Tuna Salad

This is one of my favorite recipes, great for an anytime no-cook meal with high protein and some veggies as well as a good way to add a little variety to your packed lunches. My family calls it mock tuna salad, since it’s a vegetarian version with familiar flavor notes (and it can be vegan if you use vegan mayo alternatives).

I will say 2.5/5 spoons since you do have to chop some vegetables, but otherwise it’s just mix and eat. If you have a food processer, you could probably throw the onion, celery, pickle, and chickpeas in and zhuzh them. Feel free to eyeball the amounts to your preference!

Mock Tuna Salad

1 can (15 oz.) chickpeas

¼ cup mayonnaise (or vegan mayo)

¼ cup finely* chopped onion

¼ cup finely chopped celery

1 tbsp finely chopped pickle

2 tsp spicy brown mustard

¼ tsp salt

¼ tsp garlic powder

¼ tsp dill weed (or splash of pickling liquid)

optional:

¼ tsp dried parsley

pinch (1/8 tsp) cayenne

Instructions

Drain chickpeas and place in a medium bowl.

Mash chickpeas with a fork or potato masher until few whole chickpeas remain.

Mix in all other ingredients until fully incorporated

Add more mayonnaise if needed. 

Serve as a dip with crackers or pita bread, or use as a sandwich filling. Enjoy!

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 18

Chapter 17

♡———♡

Lord Gore, a member of the House of Lords, tapped his desk impatiently with his blue ring.

The members of the Purification Club were desperately searching for those who had prevented the arson in the London docklands.

Lawmaker with Round Glasses: The problem is... despite the large-scale operation, there were no witnesses.

Lawmaker with Round Glasses: Even when we questioned the nearby residents, all of them gave irrelevant answers...

Young Lawmaker: The guys we hired also disappeared from the scene and haven't been seen since...

Young Lawmaker: The payment check to the front company also disappeared, and now that company has been raided by the police.

Lord Gore taps his desk with his ring again.

Lord Gore: ...Someone with considerable authority and power is at work.

Lord Gore: It's a bit of a hindrance to our goal of building a pure society.

???: --I completely agree.

The people present were startled by the voice coming from behind them.

Lord Gore: ...What brings a member of the Privy Council here?

Man from Privy Council: Well, I thought the knowledge I have might be of help to you.

The man's sharp gaze slowly surveyed the room.

Man from Privy Council: A little while ago... wasn't there an intruder in a "realm inaccessible to ordinary people?"

Lord Gore: ...I believe there was.

Young Lawmaker: T-two intruders at the members-only hotel... It's the first time since the club was founded.

Man from Privy Council: I see. Perhaps the ones hindering you are the stain on Britain that we've been troubled with for the past decade or so.

Man from Privy Council: What do you say? We're both troubled by a common pest... how about forming a cooperative relationship?

--Back at Crown--

Victor: Ta-da! Tonight's main course is Victor's special beef stew!

A banquet was being held to celebrate the successful prevention of the fire in Docklands.

It seemed that all members of Crown were forced to participate, and even Jude was present.

But...

Kate: Where's Alfons?

Elbert: ...He's been out and hasn't come back yet.

Kate: Is that so...?

Elbert: .............

Victor: I also wanted to find him and have him taste the special stew no matter what.

Victor: But he escaped by every possible means.

William: Haha, it's rare for Victor to miss.

Victor: He slipped away like a cat, it's troublesome. The security guards around here can't handle him at all.

Ellis: But you caught Jude.

Victor: Catching Jude depends on the negotiation.

Harrison: I hope the Queen's aide doesn't abuse his power and increase the country's unaccounted-for expenditures.

Victor: Don't worry, Harrison. I'm paying for it from my own pocket money!

Jude: I wonda' where that money comes from.

William: I recommend not digging into it.

It's hard to tell if they're close or not, but this is the lively dinner scene of the Crown members.

Usually, Alfons...and I would be laughing along with them, but today it feels distant.

(All the Crown members, like Alfons, are cursed with a destiny...)

(If I were in the same position...would I understand Alfons' feelings better?)

(To lightly wish for the same position...must be proof that I don't understand everyone's suffering.)

I couldn't bear the frustration of not being able to understand everything.

As I felt the distance and was filled with a gloomy feeling...

Liam: How about some roast chicken and salad, my lady?

Liam appeared like a first-class waiter and skillfully picked up the chicken and salad with a fork and spoon, serving them on a plate.

Liam: Hehe, just kidding. Here you go. This is for Kate too.

Kate: ! Thank you, Liam...Wow, it looks delicious...!

Liam: Right? Victor and the chefs in this castle are truly geniuses!

(Is he worried because I'm not feeling well?)

His dazzling smile seemed to gently envelop my gloomy feelings.

His casual thoughtfulness is proof that he pays attention to the people around him.

Encouraged by Liam's smile, I take a bite of the salad.

Kate: ...Mmm, it's delicious. Thank you, Liam.

Liam: I didn't do anything. If you're grateful, thank the chef and Victor, okay?

Liam: ...You know, I'm not the one who can make you truly happy.

Kate: Huh?

Liam: I would love it if Kate liked me back.

Kate: Eh? Even if you're trying to cheer me up, that's a bit too much.

Harrison: Who are you flirting with, Liam?

Liam: Ah, busted. I have some for you too, Harry, here you go.

The delicious dinner and conversation with everyone lightened my gloomy mood.

(...Yeah. It's not the time to feel distant and depressed.)

(I know exactly what I want to do.)

(For that, I have no choice but to take a step forward.)

As I solidified a certain determination in my chest, the banquet was nearing its end...

The clear sound of a spoon lightly tapping a glass echoed, and the atmosphere in the dining hall changed.

Victor: Everyone, will you listen to me?

Everyone's eyes focused on Victor.

A sharpened silence. The air of a dark night.

Victor: We've mostly finished our investigation on Councilman Gore. He's a senior member of the House of Lords...

Victor: The central figure of the "Purification" club, that's exactly who he is.

William: The club's faction consists of a dozen or so council members.

William: They are eugenic thinkers who believe that slum dwellers are an inferior race and should all be killed.

William: They work in the shadows for that mission and call the massacre of the poor "purification."

(...How horrible...)

I had expected it, but I was shocked by the fact that there are people who really think and act on such things.

Elbert: ...If you've figured that much out, has the judgment already been passed?

William: That was the plan.

Victor: We already tried to contact Councilman Gore once for the purpose of judgment, but...we failed.

Kate: Huh...!?

(Failed?)

Victor: He was absent from a meeting he was supposed to attend. In fact, there wasn't even a seat prepared for him.

William: Victor is the Queen's aide.

William: Just as there is no information that Her Majesty cannot grasp, Victor is also well-versed in all information.

William: Nevertheless, he was fed false information. In other words...

Jude: Someone is presentin' false information to Her Majesty.

Jude, still leaning back in his chair, gives the answer.

Jude: And someone quite close to Her Majesty, otherwise it would be dismissed as misinformation before it reached her.

Kate: No way...who could do such a thing?

William: To be able to manipulate even information about the House of Lords members, it has to be someone above the Parliament.

William: We believe that someone from the Privy Council may be involved.

Kate: ...The Privy Council...?

(What's that...?)

Kate: It's the Queen's advisory body...right?

Victor: Yes, the official name is "Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council."

Victor: From the very beginning, they've considered the Crown to be a stain on England.

Victor: But since Her Majesty herself supports the Crown, they can't openly attack us. It would be treason.

Victor: There are three things they can do. One is to complain to Her Majesty.

Victor: The second is to make us slip up and create a situation where Her Majesty has no choice but to abandon the Crown.

Victor: And the third is to lend a hand to those who are hostile to us and eliminate us without getting their own hands dirty.

Kate: ...So you're saying they're helping the "Purification" club?

Victor: It's highly likely.

(No way...)

Kate: For those in Her Majesty's advisory body to lend a hand to an organization that massacres innocent people...!

Victor: It's a matter of priorities. They'll use anything they can to eliminate the thorn in their side.

Victor: If they can eliminate us, the "Purification" club will be discarded.

Victor: Even if they use a pawn, they'll eliminate it if it becomes an eyesore.

Victor: --That said, what we do won't change.

Victor lowers his voice and looks around at the Crown members.

Victor: Never let your guard down, and don't miss any opportunities.

Victor: As always, we'll just fulfill our own evil.

William: We'll call a meeting as soon as the situation develops.

William: Until then, each of you fulfill your own evil.

-

Kate: --Roger.

After finishing the meal, I called out to the broad back that was about to leave the dining hall.

Roger: Hey. Looks like your hangover is cured.

Kate: Thanks to the medicine, thank you very much. ...Um, I have something to consult you about.

Roger: Oh really? Me? Well, let's hear it.

I exhaled and looked at Roger's face.

Kate: After hearing about Alfons' destiny...I've been thinking about it.

Kate: Won't you let me help you find a way to change the cursed destinies?

Roger: ...Let's change locations.

He took me to an empty lounge.

Roger: Now then, let's hear your intentions.

I sat on the sofa, facing Roger, and opened my mouth again.

Kate: ...I don't want to forget Alfons.

(Roger has been searching for a way to change destinies for a long time.)

(I know how difficult it is to find it, but...)

Kate: If there's a loophole in destiny...somewhere...

Kate: If there's a way to remember, I desperately want to know!

Kate: If I knew the way...I could remember the person I love.

Kate: And Alfons too...

If his destiny is to not leave an irreparable void in anyone's heart, and he doesn't connect with anyone or show his inner feelings...

Kate: When he wants someone he truly loves to remember him someday...

Kate: He won't have to push that person away, right?

(If possible, I wish it were me.)

(Because...I fell in love with him.)

(But even if that doesn't come true, I want him to be happy someday.)

Not in a convenient illusion, but in this reality.

Roger: A loophole, huh...?

Roger narrows his eyes and strokes his chin.

Kate: ...Yes.

Roger: In the basement, there are newspaper articles about mysterious events, case files stolen from the police...

Roger: And medical records from hospitals.

Kate: ...Investigation materials related to "the cursed"?

Roger: Yeah. Especially regarding "mirrors," the royal records were almost blank, so there's a particularly huge amount.

Roger: If we go through the past materials again, we might find something new.

Roger: I've been focusing only on the cursed themselves.

Roger: I haven't read them from the perspective of "whether there's anyone who remembers."

Kate: ...!

Hope shines through at those words.

Roger: Well, there might not be any discoveries at all.

Kate: Even so, it's okay. Please let me investigate with you!

Roger: Alright. I don't have any missions scheduled until the call for the "Purification" club case.

Roger: Since we're investigating curses, it falls under your duties as a Fairytale Keeper, lady.

Roger held out his hand in front of me, forming a fist.

Roger: It's late at night. If we're doing this, it'll be from tomorrow.

Kate: Yes!

I lightly bumped my clenched fist against Roger's.

-

The next day, after breakfast, on our way to the basement with Roger...

Alfons: Oh?

We bumped into Alfons, who seemed to have just returned to the castle.

Kate: Ah...welcome back.

Roger: Hey, Al.

Remembering that we parted ways after being told I was a nuisance, my heart pounded with an unpleasant sound.

Alfons: The two of you, going out together?

Kate: N-no...

Roger: What, are you interested?

Before I could hurriedly deny it, Roger suddenly put his arm around my shoulder.

Kate: Roger!? What are you doing?

Roger: What's wrong with it? We're going to be cooped up in a closed room all day, just the two of us. Let's get along, shall we?

(With that kind of talk and attitude, Alfons will misunderstand...!)

Alfons: I see. It's good that you have a good friend to play with even when I'm not around, Kate.

Kate: ...

My wounded heart ached at his indifferent attitude.

After giving me a sidelong glance, Alfons quickly tried to leave.

(I didn't want him to be jealous. But...)

**flashback to tavern room**

Alfons: --You don't love me.

**flashback over**

(I don't want those words to become the truth in Alfons' mind...)

Kate: Alfons...!

Alfons: ? Yes, what is it?

Kate: ...I still like you.

Alfons: ...Huh?

Roger: ............

(I don't want to be misunderstood.)

Kate: Even if it's a nuisance to you...this is my truth.

Alfons: ...............

Kate: Roger, let's go!

If I kept looking at Alfons any longer, my chest would feel so tight that I couldn't bear it...I ran down the stairs to the basement as if fleeing.

Alfons: ...............

Roger: Haha...It's been a while since I've seen you so speechless.

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Chapter 18 His POV

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[remembertoeat]

Dinner Recipe: Gyros

TIME: ★★★✰

PRICE: ★★★✰

EASE: ★★★✰

CLEANUP: ★★★✰

This is another recipe that can vary dramatically in ease and time depending on how involved you want to be with it!

At its core, it's: season and cook meat, make sauce, chop veg, put in pita. Done. That takes about 15-20 minutes. This is an amalgamation of several gyro recipes I've tried to make a good at-home version. It'll never be as good as the family-run Greek restaurant, but it's pretty darn good!

(I HIGHLY recommend making your own pitas once you get comfy with it- it's just WAY tastier! Here is the Easy Pita Bread recipe I use! But store-bought works just fine! )

Ingredients: 1. 1 lb Ground Meat (I typically use a 50/50 mix of lamb and turkey because lamb is EXPENSIVE. You can totally use just ground turkey, ground beef, or even sliced up chicken breast if you want! Just be sure to season it!) 2. 1/3rd cup Greek Yogurt 3. 1 TB minced Garlic 4. Oregano, Salt, Pepper to taste 5. Veggies of choice (I use: spinach, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, kalamata olives, and pepperoncini.) 6. Pitas -Heat a frying pan on medium with some olive oil (1 TB or whatever you use to lube your pan) -Mix your yogurt, garlic, and seasonings into the ground meat. Using your hands is probably the best method but I am a baby and use a fork or wooden spoon. -Press your ground meat into the pan in one big meat patty. Let it cook like that until one side gets nice and brown (if using pieces of chicken, just cook your chicken in the yougurt marinade) -Flip it over in chunks. This keeps it from getting a super 'ground meat' texture and feels more like strips/cuts of meat. Let it brown on the other side. -Once the meat is thoroughly cooked (feel free to break some chunks up to check), slice your veg, make your sauce, put everything on the pita! Done! Easy "Tzatziki Sauce" I don't add the cucumbers to the sauce because it takes a ton of extra time. This way only takes a minute or two and you can just add sliced cucumbers to your gyro later! 1. 1/2 cup PLAIN Greek yogurt (the amount of times I've accidentally grabbed vanilla greek yogurt from the store is absurd.) 2. 1/2 TB Minced Garlic 3. Oregano, Salt, Pepper to taste 4. 1/2 TB Lemon Juice -Mix everything together. Taste test it to make sure it's salty/garlicy enough. If it's too salty, add a little more yogurt.

This will DEFINITELY make multiple servings of meat. One of my favorite things to do with leftovers is to put the meat and veg on a salad and use the tzatziki as a dressing. It's SUPER good.

[poisoned-pearls]

@kirexa h- how did you know. Two of my favorite headcanons about them-

AUGH but seriously- I think when Azul and Jamil sleep together they’re almost IMPOSSIBLE to pull apart. Azul has an octopus grip on him (using all of his strength with both arms and legs wrapped around him + his head tucked into whatever space he can find) and Jamil has a vice grip on him (general instinct from having to constantly grab the back of Kalims shirt from stopping him from doing stupid shit. Helps him feel like Azul is safe)

(So much of Jamil’s love feels like willing service. It’s not the fact that Jamil’s serving him, it’s the fact that he doesn’t have to. He chooses Azul, and that is what matters-)

And yeah!! Jamil DOES cook for him because 1. You know it’s one of his love languages and 2. Because he has the boyfriend override on Azul’s ED. Azul doesn’t want to waste the food Jamil worked hard on so he’ll eat it. If he made food instead and Jamil feels like he didn’t eat enough he’ll feed him by hand (like using a fork and such-) until he’s satisfied that Azul ate more than a spoonful, because Azul is so shocked at the action (and flustered) that he just, lets it happen.

(If they’re out to eat, and Jamil is concerned because Azul only ordered a small salad or something, he’ll purposely order a bit too much to say “ah, I don’t think I can finish this all. Azul, do you want some? I don’t want it to go to waste.” And it works)

I also think that after Azul tells him more details about his overblot and childhood (and Ed) Jamil becomes very… idk gentle with that part? Jamil is kinda all about what he chooses to willingly for others. He’s already looked up every way to handle it (and he’s luckily in like, the best position to help because of how much Azul adores him. If Jamil tells him something he’s gonna believe it) and he never comments on Azul’s body except to compliment him. Every time he sees him in the morning he calls him handsome or beautiful, and every time Azul just has to believe it because it’s Jamil Viper telling him it. Like he’s shocked Jamil is saying it at all.

and YES- when Azul has to size up Jamil is so happy for him. Azul is so upset about it because his weight is so heavily tied to his internal image of himself that he’s afraid he’s gonna become his childhood self again. But then he mentions it to Jamil and Jamil’s just. So happy about it. He gives azul some of his uniforms to wear in the mean time (which helps Azul transition over) and when he gets his own Jamil jut continues telling him how good they look on him. And he means it

[zaraomarrogers]

Always And Forever - 16

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem! reader

Warning: Angst, little bit fluff

“Careful bubba! We don’t want to get a boo boo.” Steve was fishing for the keys in his jean jacket pocket while also keeping an eye on Malcolm who was trying to climb up the fence of the front yard.

“C’mon, let’s go in.” He hollered picking the Walmart bag up from the doorstep containing ice cream and Malcolm’s puzzle games. Malcolm ran straight into the house laughing and saying I win I win making Steve smile brightly towards his little firecracker.

“Daddy, I wana eat ice cweam.”

“Yes, we’re gonna have ice cream, but, first we eat dinner.” Steve put him down on the kitchen floor after washing his hands in the sink.

“Nooooo, I wana eat ice cweam now.” Malcolm whined.

“Bubba, mama made noodles and meat balls for us. You love meat balls.” Steve reasoned, putting the food container in microwave to reheat it. Y/n packed food for both of them.

“But I wana eat ice cweam.” Malcolm pouted, wrapping his small arms around Steve’s thigh.

“Yeah, after dinner you can eat ice cream. I just told you that.” Steve ruffled Malcolm’s dark blond silky hair.

“Up.” Malcolm raised his arms upwards towards Steve. He immediately picked him up, welcoming the warmth from his son’s hug.

“When mama be back?” Malcolm nuzzled his face in Steve’s neck and yawned.

“She’ll be back very soon… and going to be very happy when she’d see that you finished all your dinner…” Steve gently rubbed his back. He knew that Malcolm had started to miss Y/n. He brought him to his house yesterday afternoon knowing that Y/n had a date with Andy the other day.

“Bubba, you wana talk to Grandma? Tell her about your day?” Steve tried to distract him.

Malcolm nodded and Steve dialed Sarah’s number placing the phone on dining table against the vase and sitting Malcolm on the chair.

“Honey?” Sarah answered the video call.

“Hi Gwandma!” Malcolm said shyly. He looked towards Steve who came to sit beside him after placing the plates and fork on the table.

“My love! Mal, how are you?” Sarah exclaimed with joy.

“Good. Daddy and I went to ‘ewseum… and… and gwandma, I pwayed with wooden toys…” Malcolm paused for a moment, trying to remember the things he saw at the Boston’s Children Museum.

Steve put the Rubbermaid food containers on the table and started serving the noodles and meat balls on their plates.

“Bubba, you also need to eat. It smells delicious.” Steve cut the meatball in half for Malcolm and poked it on the fork for him as well, while the little boy animatedly continued telling Sarah about his fun experience at the museum.

“He’s just like Y/n.” Sarah cooed, going all heart eyes for his grandson. Steve faked a frown and leaned in to look a closer look at his son, “Nah ah! I don’t think so.” He said with a mouth full of salad.

“He got his looks from you but everything else is Y/n.”

“No wonder I love that woman so much.” he said cockily.

“Oh hush, you boy! you are lucky to have ‘em both.” 

“That I am.” Steve whispered, smiling.

“I finish my pwate, daddy. Now, ice cweam time.” Malcolm exclaimed with excitement. Sarah and Steve shared a laugh as he got up to bring the ice cream tub and bowls for them.

“Gwandma, I’m tuwning fouw in two weeks.” Malcom excitedly told Sarah by showing his four small fingers and counting them. “Mama said, I cewebwate my biwthday in daddy’s house…” Steve came to sit beside him on his chair, putting a bowl of ice cream in front of Malcom. “Yayyy ice cweam, ice cweam…” Malcolm took a spoon full in his mouth.

“Slow down, Mal.” Steve cleaned the sides of his mouth and nose with the napkin.

Sarah awed looking at Malcolm, “Mal, honey, have you decided what cake do you want for your birthday?”

“Buzz Wightyeaw… Mama says Gwandma’s going to make the cake.”

“Wait what? When did that happen? Why did I not know about that?” Steve was surprised to get the information from his son. Malcolm just shrugged his shoulders and indulged himself in his ice cream.

“Y/n called me the other day and told me about her plan. I can’t wait to make it happen.” Sarah told him with a smile.

“She’s very sneaky, damn.” Steve muttered, earning hey from his Ma.

“Gwandma, ‘m gonna be in kindew’gawten when I turn fouw. Mama said she’s buy me new spide’man bagpack… and a wunch bag…”

“My love’s gonna be a big boy, I’m so happy Mal. I’m so proud of you.” Sarah was going gaga over her grandson, barely containing the happy tears.

“Y’now gwandma, I can wwite my name too.”

“Oh wow! That’s wonderful! Your teacher taught you how to write your name?”

“Nope! Mama did.” Malcolm said, now bouncing on Steve’s lap.

“Oh hun, your mama is the best.”

“Daddy’s too.”

Steve’s chest swelled with love and adoration for his son, “How about we get ready for the bed, bubba?” he ruffled his hair lightly.

Malcolm shook his head, “Not tired, daddy.”

“Okay, five more minutes buddy. I’m so tired.” Steve faked a yawn. “Grandma’s tired too. We’re gonna go, get some sleep.”

“… but I wana talk to Gwandma.” Malcolm pouted.

“You can talk to her in the morning.”

“But daddy…” Malcolm looked at him with those eyes of his and Steve found his resolve shaking.

“Okay bubba.” He kissed him on the forehead and got up to put away the dinner dishes in the sink. While he rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, Malcolm kept exchanging stories with Sarah, who was telling him Steve’s childhood stories and happily answering Malcolm’s questions. Half an hour had passed and when Malcolm was completely satisfied that Sarah would be there on his birthday with her baked delights, he finally let Steve help him with changing clothes and brushing his teeth.

“I wove Gwandma.” Malcolm said, snuggling into Steve’s chest as they lay down on Malcolm’s bed. Steve gently rubbed his back.

“I love her too.” Steve smiled.

It took Steve another forty-five minutes to finally put him to sleep. He stayed there with Malcolm still lying on his chest, checking his phone for any text from Y/n. It was unusual for her not to check in on Malcolm. Steve shook the thoughts away, trying to keep his focus on making his son’s birthday memorable for him. He gently moved himself away from Malcolm, placing pillows on the side of bed. As he got up and stretched, checking his phone again he walked to his bedroom which was adjacent to Malcolm’s room and changed into his old college sweatshirt and gym shorts, he took his laptop and came downstairs in the living room to work on some finance reports. Before getting comfy on the couch, he turned off the all the lights except for the floor lamp in the corner of the room. He peaked out from the windows before closing off the shutters, it was raining so hard that for a moment his hand involuntarily reached into his pocket for his phone, to dial Y/n’s number and ask if she was okay, but he rejected the thought immediately.

He came to sit on the couch and started working on the file while also taking a sip of his beer, totally indulging himself in work. A loud knock on the door startled him, with a frown he checked the time on his phone, it was quarter after 9. He wasn’t expecting to see Y/n all soaked in rain, shivering fervently as she had her arms wrapped around herself to keep herself from shaking. Her face flushed, red swollen eyes and tears were mixed with rain drops.

“Shit! Y/n!” Steve opened the door wide for her. But as she took a shaky step inside, her feet gave away her weight and before she'd land on the floor on her face, she felt herself in a warm embrace, protected by two strong arms on either side of her.

“St-e-e- Steve…” A sob escaped her lips, barely audible.

“Y/n? what happened?”

 “You’re scaring me, sweetheart.”

 “Did he do something?”

 “That son of a bitch!”

 “Please tell me.”

 “You’re safe. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

 “Please Y/n! I’ve got you. I swear I will make him regret everything.”

Steve was trying to calm her down, but it was as if whatever he was saying had fallen on deaf ears. She was still vehemently sobbing in his chest, her weeping caused her whole body to shake, and Steve tightened his arms around her still damp form. Another few minutes had passed, Steve tried to get her to talk but when she still didn’t stop crying, Steve gathered her up in bridal style and climbed up the stairs towards his ensuite bathroom. Gently making her sit on the edge of the bathtub, he looked at her face and his heart clenched.

“Y/n, I’m drawing a hot bath for you. I need you to strip down your wet clothes.” His voice was gentle, full of love and Y/n looked up to see him with tears still brimming in her eyes. She nodded and took Steve’s hand that he was holding out for her. When he was sure that Y/n held herself firmly on her feet, he moved to run the hot water in the tub, putting a lime, cedar wood and lavender bath bomb in the tub he turned around to see her undressing herself. He averted his longing gaze down on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“I’ll give you some time to relax.” He told her, his back still towards her, “I’ll be right outside.”

“Please don’t leave…” He heard her hoarse voice.

“Y/n…” He softly said, trying to find suitable words that wouldn’t make them awkward around each other.

“Please Steve…” The slight tremor in her voice made him turn around to see her standing in front of him completely naked. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming her beautiful body that had gone through changes in a prepossessing way. She was more alluring now. As his eyes finally investigated her red puffy ones, he started working on his clothes. He felt her widened gaze on his naked tattooed chest as he stripped down to complete bareness. He lifted his right foot to move to sit in a tub, now filled with hot water, he held his hand out for her which she took immediately. He settled in hot water, letting her sit between his legs. She was still cold; her skin was still cold enough to send a shiver through him. Her back was against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, letting the hot water relax her a bit.

“I’m here for you, you know that right? Whenever you’re ready… I’ll be here… I love you… so so much.”

She didn’t know if it was his sweet whispering in her ear, or the skin to skin that had calmed her nerves but sitting in hot water wrapped protectively in the arms of the man she had always loved with all her being, it was a revelation that how a simple touch of this man had made her feel guarded. His love had preserved her in so many ways that she could fathom. She finally let her eyes close, leaning her head on Steve’s shoulder. They sat there until the water started to get cold and he got them both up, dried them with a towel and as he handed one of his sweatshirts and sweat pant to her to put on, she whispered in a timid voice.

“She’s back.”

She didn’t like how her mother’s presence had affected her, turned her into an old version of herself, the version she had come to despise. She wasn’t frail anymore, she was self – made, independent woman and a mother, there was no way she could be feeble and enervated. She didn’t like how scared she was when she saw her. She hated the fact that she didn’t call her out when she was manipulating her using her old tactics.

“Pardon me?” Steve pulled up his gym shorts again, now fully focused on her.

“I said my mother is here… in Boston. She came to warn me.” Y/n straightened up, looking into his eyes holding a fieriness in her gaze.

“Wait? What does that mean?” Steve frowned taking a step toward her.

“Apparently, she is on a mission… mission take-you-back-to-New York….” She spat.

“Y/n… What’re you sayin’, I don’t understand.” Steve was clearly confused. Y/n heaved a deep sigh and walked out the bathroom, Steve following her.

“Mind if I join you guys?” A feminine voice Y/n would recognise anywhere, a voice that had been the reason of her nightmares.

“Hello Eleanor!” Andy rose from his seat, shaking Eleanor’s hand. “Y/n, this is Eleanor, she’s...”

Oh boy, she didn’t listen what Andy was saying. She was glued in her seat unable to move and too scared to turn around and see her mother. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, a thunderous beat that reverberated through her body matching the rhythm of her escalated panic. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her body.

Her blood ran cold when Eleanor put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Aren’t you going to hug me, honey?”

When Y/n hadn’t budged, Eleanor came forward and gave her a hug. Andy didn’t miss the way Y/n flinched from her mother’s touch. Seeing her pale face, Andy tried to excuse them away, but Eleanor was brisk to ask Andy if he could leave ‘mother- daughter’ alone to catch up. Begrudgingly, Andy had left them but deep down he wasn’t sure if he had made the right decision, especially Y/n’s response after seeing Eleanor had him second guess her presence.

“I’m not here for small talk, Y/n. I don’t have time for that.” Eleanor said as they sat on a bar stool. They’d moved from the previous spot where Andy and Y/n had been sitting. Eleanor ordered herself a vodka soda.

“You’ve held Steve here by making him believe that he’s the father of your god damn child. How utterly delusional of you, Y/n!”

Even in her shell-shocked state, she registered what her mother had said, and her blood boiled with anger. But it didn’t last long. It changed into fear.

“Everything was perfect before Steve decided to stay in Boston because he found his one lost love and oh, that too with a package. What do you think Y/n? I wouldn’t find out. You’ve been doing just fine even before Steve then why’d you feel the need to ruin your sister’s life. Steve and Peggy were supposed to get married this summer…” She took a sip from her drink and continued, “… they were so happy, Steve had forgotten that you existed, and look what you did? You hijacked their happiness…”

Y/n eyes were filled with tears at her mother’s brutality, tears that she didn’t want to shed. She watched her as she told her lies about the last four happy years that Steve had spent with Peggy. She knew they were nothing but fabrications. She would never comprehend how would a mother so incapable of being kind towards her own child. Guess, she’d never had an answer to that because Eleanor really was incapacitated to basic human decency, let alone kindness or any other human emotion.

“….. but I’m here now, I’m going to fix this mess and things will go back to normal. Oh honey, what’re you gonna do without me.” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Steve will come back to New York; he will fix his relationship with Peggy, and they’ll get married soon after. And this time if you try to mess things up Y/n, I swear I will make you regret. You need to get over a fact that Steve and you were a thing once upon a time, no one would be interested to know that you were his high school sweetheart. All they’d get to know that you had whored yourself to him that resulted in a pregnancy, and now you are blackmailing him with your child. People will only believe what I’d make them see, they won’t ask for your side of the story. Trust me Y/n, you’re nobody, with Steve’s eminent profile, you’d be known as just another woman who’d warmed his bed.”

Y/n gulped hard. The bile she tried to swallow and failed. She knew her mother was a corrupt woman. She also knew she wasn’t just threatening, she was able to do what she was saying and it could be nothing but worse. For a moment she thought if she really was no body, if she really was just another woman… but no, time had always proven her thoughts wrong. Whenever she thought that she was any less, she’d been given the best gifts of life. She had had Malcolm when she was at the lowest point in her life and her little ray of hope had been nothing but a blessing for her in so many ways. She wiped her tears and stood up gathering her purse.

“If you’re done with your bullshit, I need to go back home to my son… where he’s been taken care off by his father.” She said with newly found courage.

“I see, you’ve got tongue in that mouth of yours.” Eleanor spat. “But you’re still forgetting who’s in charge…”

“In charge of what? My life? Or my son’s life? Oh, do you mean Steve’s life?”

“Okay, listen to me you brat…” Eleanor stood up, clutching Y/n’s forearm in her painfully tight grip, “You will send Steve back to New York, because apparently he’s still under some kind of spell, or else I will make your life a living hell and your little son will be just a collateral damage… and you will have no one to blame but yourself.”

Eleanor left Y/n with a feeling of dread, panic, anxiety, and terror. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her chest. Her limbs turned to jelly, knees buckling beneath her, as fear coursed through her veins, weakening her resolve with every passing second. Everything after that was in a mist, she couldn’t remember how her legs had carried her to Steve’s house.

Y/n sat on the edge of Steve’s king-sized bed, with her hands in her lap – fiddling. Steve was pacing the length of his room, in utter frustration.

“Fucking bitch!” he muttered under his breath.

He came to sit beside Y/n when he heard a silent whimper. “Hey, look at me sweetheart… please.” He softly took a hold of her hand and turned her to face him.

“She’s lying… don’t… please…” He didn’t know what to say to her as if he was unable to form sentences. He pulled her closer, rubbing her back in slow motion.

“I’m not worried about what she said about me… my only concern is Mal.” she said in a low voice, looking sadly into Steve’s eyes. “She won’t hesitate in dragging him in the middle of our mess.”

“This is my mess. I dragged you and Mal into this and I’m so sorry for that.” Steve gulped hard. “But I promise you I won’t let anything happen to you and Mal. I promise you, Y/n.”

“Steve… may be… maybe you should g- “

“Please don’t finish the sentence. Please don’t!” Steve pleaded. He knew what she was about to ask him to do. “Please don’t ask me to leave. Please.” His bottom lip trembled as he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. “I’d leave, if that’s what you’d want from me I’d do it but… please Y/n, I don’t want to leave you and Mal… I can’t live without you guys… especially Mal, I won’t be able to survive Y/n… please.” He begged, breaking her heart more. She gently cupped his cheek, “Steve… Mal, I just want to protect him.”

“I know – I know, sweetheart. Just give me this one chance… to make it right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean this to happen. I-I didn’t know Eleanor would come down here… this is still a game for her… I’m sorry, it’s all because of me. If I wasn’t so blind… if I hadn’t agreed to go through with the engage – oh god! I’m such a disappointment… Ma and Buck told me, they warned me that all my decisions would come back and bite me in the ass and they were right, I just didn’t see it. Damn it! How could I be so careless, so dumb that I put my two most precious things in danger. Fuck!”

“Steve, now is not the time to blame yourself….” She wiped the few tears away from his cheeks. He’d been carrying this burden of guilt for way too long now, and it made her concerned for his well- being as well.

“Y/n, just let me handle all of this. I swear I will not let anything bad happen to our son. I promise you I will make everything okay for all of us. Please, trust me, I will.” His voice was laced with conviction.

“I trust you Stevie, it’s just my mother… I know what she is capable of…” she mumbled the latter part, earning a confused frown from Steve. “… I’m just scared of what she could do…” Her dad’s words kept ringing in her ears ever since she had come back from the dinner.

“Y/n…” Steve let out a sigh, “You’re very important to me and nothing will ever change that. I know this is tough, but you’re tougher than that. You’re not alone – I’m always here for you. And I will go hell and back to make sure that you and Malcolm are safe and happy.” He gently held her hand that was still on his cheek bringing it to his lips. He placed several feather light kisses on the palm of her hand.

“You will have me by your side Steve – let’s face whatever has yet to come together.” She whispered; Steve nodded with a sad smile. She leaned in and placed her forehead on his. Taking comfort in each other’s warmth, they stayed like that for several minutes.

“I’m sorry… for asking you to go back. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/n whispered, pulling away from him.

“Sshh! It’s okay. How about you get some rest, and we’ll think about everything else in the morning.”

Y/n nodded, lightly pressing her throbbing temples. She leaned into Steve again, placing her head on his shoulder. He moved to grab a bottle of Tylenol from his nightstand and handed her a tablet with a glass of water. With no protest she swallowed the red-film tablet and sighed.

“Do you wana have something to eat? I can make you some eggs.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed. You need a good rest.” Steve gently laid her down on his bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He climbed down beside her and pulled her closer to him.

“Start your rest Y/n. I promise you; everything will be alright.” He whispered, gently brushing his fingers in her hair. A soothing technique he knew would put her to sleep. It might be Steve’s rhythmic heartbeat, or she was just mentally and physically drained that she let sleep take over her sooner than she’d thought.

Steve remained restless throughout the night. His brain was again in overdrive, thinking through every aspect of Eleanor’s threat, ways he could protect Malcolm and Y/n not just from any harm but also from the media’s gaslighting. He knew that much that Eleanor’s go-to tactic was tampering with the private information and selling it to media. She had a habit of sensationalizing their personal lives. He looked down to see a sleeping Y/n, softly kissing her on forehead he picked his phone up from the nightstand and started typing a message. He quickly sent it to the recipient and slowly moved away trying his best not to wake Y/n up. She stirred a bit murmuring Steve but fell back to sleep when he kissed her forehead again. His phone started vibrating in his shorts pocket and without checking the ID he answered the incoming call.

“Nat, I need your help.” he said in a hushed voice as he left the bedroom and came down the stairs to take his usual spot on the living room couch.

“Wassup?! You knock someone up?” Natasha’s tone was full of humor.

“Nat, I need a favor! I can’t explain it on the phone. Would you please come down to Boston? I need to see you in person.” By Steve’s pleading tone, Nat immediately knew it was a serious matter. She had never heard him talk like that. She had known him for last four years and in all those years they’d had interactions, Steve was sharp, straightforward and an arrogant jerk, but it didn’t take her long to dig him through all the layers he had masked on for the world and to her surprise, he was the kindest person she had ever met in her entire career as a corporate lawyer for Stark Industries.

“You damn well know that I’m on my honeymoon, right?” Nat joked, “Don’t tell me you did knock her up? What was her name? Vivian? Kate?”

“This is serious Nat, this is Y/n and Malcolm. Please.” He said in an irritated voice.

“Oops!! What’s going on Steve?” she asked in her business tone.

Steve told Natasha what Y/n had told him and how they both were worried for their son. “What should I do, Nat? where should I start?” he sighed.

“How about you start with getting some sleep and I’ll work on the stuff I need to prepare. Give me two days max…” she said checking on her calendar, “I’ll see you on Tuesday, I need to get some facts checked before that. Sounds good?”

“Nat, two days… can you please make it quick?”

“Rogers! You need to relax. I know you’re worried but I can’t officially start before Monday.”

“Yeah! I know – I know… I’m sorry I’m pulling you out from your honeymoon.”

“Nope! you’re not! We’re coming back tomorrow afternoon and I’m back in office the day after, which is also happened to be Monday.”

“Thanks Nat. I really appre-“

“Ah uh! Thank me later, Rogers. I haven’t done anything yet. Just take it easy, okay. Try to have a normal, chilling Sunday with your family. Eleanor is my problem now.”

“I will try…”

“Oh, why are you so dramatic? I wonder how Y/n had been keeping up with you for this long?”

“I got lucky…” Steve rolled his eyes, finally relaxing a bit.

“Yeah, you did! BTW I’d love to see her hot boyfriend. I’ve heard good things about him.” she teased.

“Thanks for the help, Nat. bye.”

“I can smell jealousy. Oh boy, it looks good on you.” she laughed.

“Say hi to Bruce. I’ll see you on Tuesday Nat.”

“Sure, you will. Bye Steve…. And oh, go cuddle up with her while she’s there.” Steve smiled lightly at Nat’s friendly jabs lighten up his mood. She was one of the people he made friends with when he first started at Stark Industries. She’d been with the company long before he joined, technically his senior but they were almost the same age. She was adept, highly skilled, clever, and a driven lawyer. She had had a successful career. But what made Steve open to her was her quick-witted, caring, and passionate nature. He needed a friend after what had happened with Y/n and Nat became his confidant and friend as well as his lawyer.

He walked back up to his room and seeing Y/n curled up into his bed, hogging his pillow, a sudden wave of warmth spread into his whole being, made him smile softly. He quickly snuck into Malcolm’s room to check on him and came back to his bed, snuggling up with Y/n, he breathed into her scent as he closed his eyes and wait for the much needed slumber.

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Exquisite esquites

By Mia Leimkuhler

If I were mayor of Picnictown, every picnic would have the following: a blanket, a 1:1 dog-to-human ratio and esquites. The blanket’s there because grass is itchy no matter what the most outdoorsy person in the group says; the dogs because dogs are great. The esquites are essential because my favorite outdoor corn is elotes, but they don’t travel nearly as well as esquites. (The laws of Picnictown consider how easy it is to carry your picnic things on public transportation.)

This is barely a compromise, though, because Kay Chun’s esquites capture all the beloved and balanced elements of elotes: sweet summer corn, tangy lime, creamy cotija (and crema), spicy ancho chile. The smoky flavor you get from grilled corn is here, too, as the kernels are charred in a hot skillet until browned and caramelized. Perhaps the most enticing part of the recipe is this note from Kay: “Leftovers transform quickly into a great pasta salad the next day; simply toss with cooked pasta and olive oil.” Picnictown loves a resourceful pasta salad.

More picnic decrees, because it’s the first day of summer! Make Zainab Shah’s sheet-pan chicken tikka thighs ahead of time, and then toss some roti or naan in your tote bag for effortless but extremely delicious sandwiches. Ali Slagle’s green bean salad with dill pickles and feta is perfect all by itself, but if someone else wanted to bring a container of cooked barley or farro, that would be a really nice collaborative grain bowl picnic moment. (For even more lovely, easy picnic ideas that travel well, check out this recipe collection.)

Every June, the summer produce flows into and overwhelms my corner grocery store, and every June I am positively giddy about it. Right now the shelves are buckling from so many cherry tomatoes, and I’m doing my part with salad e-shirazi, basil and tomato fried rice and salmon and tomatoes in foil, a five-star, five-ingredient dinner from Mark Bittman.

I am trying to be more adventurous with my vegetables, branching out and bringing home goodies I don’t usually cook. I’ve never really loved bitter melon (I’m not alone), but I do like bitter things — extra dark chocolate, dandelion greens, Campari. So I’m going to try this stir-fried bitter melon with eggs, a recipe from Chutatip Suntaranon (known as Nok) adapted by Cathy Erway.

The creamy scrambled eggs, salty soy sauce and molasses-y brown sugar will mellow out the harshest edges of the bitter melon. And I trust Nok — I’ve had the pleasure of dining at Kalaya, Nok’s restaurant in Philadelphia, and Nok never misses.

Lastly: It’s hot out there, and I’d like to give you an excuse to stand in front of the open refrigerator after a long afternoon in Picnictown. Here’s Lisa Donovan’s new recipe for buttermilk tres leches cake, which is best served extremely chilled, straight from the pan. I interpret this as spooning giant mouthfuls of cold, creamy cake into my mouth while bending into the fridge, but if you’d like to use plates and forks and a table, by all means.

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Savoury Tart With Pumpkin And Katiki Cheese

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Savoury Tart with Pumpkin and Katiki cheese - Almyri Tarta me Kolokytha kai Katiki

BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy                          

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 SERVES  🍴⃒     PREP. TIME 🕔⃒    

4-6 pers.               25 min + 1 hour wait        

COOK. TIME ♨   DIFFIC. LEVEL 👩‍🍳⃒

Pumpkin: 30 min.  

Tart: 45-50 min.                   Easy

Tarts are meant to be an easy dish that can be batched up quickly and feed a whole family without a lot of fuss.

This one has a really seasonal feel, being prepared with bright orange pumpkin combined with tangy cheeses and "mixed spices", for that cherished, light, sweet/salty pairing with a delicate fragrance.

It brings a ray of Autumn sunshine at your dinner table.

I hope you will enjoy it.

Suitable for lacto-ovo Vegetarians.

 

INGREDIENTS:

• 1 sheet (roll) / 300 gr. / 10.5 oz Short crust pastry or Kourou pastry, thawed

• 450-500 gr. / 1 lb-1 lb 2 oz Orange Pumpkin, in cubes of 1.5 cm / 0.6 in. thick

• 2 large Eggs 

• 250 gr. / 9 oz Katiki cheese (from Domokos), whipped (alter: Ricotta cheese)

• 1/4 cup / 50 gr. / 1.75 oz Graviera, Gouda or Kaseri cheese, grated

• 1 tsp. "Mixed Spice"

• 3 tbsp. / 45 ml Olive Oil

• Ground Salt and Pepper

NOTE:

Make your own "mixed spices" that are used to flavor this Pumpkin Tart, if you can not find them ready in the supermarkets. You can also add them to your Pumpkin Bread, Christmas Turkey Stuffing or hot Cappuccino or to other sweets or foods, to make them slightly spicy.

🎃 The recipe is to mix together and homogenize:

✔︎  9 parts ground Cinnamon

  ✔︎  2 parts ground Nutmeg

  ✔︎  2 parts ground Ginger

  ✔︎  1.5 parts ground All-Spice

  ✔︎  1.5 parts ground Cloves

🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃

METHOD:

A.    Precook the pumpkin:

1.     Line a Pyrex dish with parchment paper. Scatter the pumpkin cubes all around the dish.

2.     Place them in a preheated oven FAN @180 ℃ / 350 ℉ and bake them for 30' (depends on the oven).

3.     Remove from the oven and let pumpkin cubes cool down.

 

B.    Prepare the tart base:

4.     Brush 1 tbsp. Olive oil at the bottom and sides of a round tart dish of 22 cm / 8.7 in.

5.     Place the pastry sheet at the bottom of the dish.

6.     Press and raise the pastry edges, forming a lip around the sides to help hold the filling. Cut any overhanging pastry.

7.     Now with a small fork, make little holes all around the pastry sheet.

8.     Cover the dish with pastry using plastic wrap and place in the fridge for 1 hour to chill.

 

C.     Prepare the filling and finish the tart:

9.    Sprinkle half of the mixed spice on top of the cooked pumpkin cubes and with a spoon toss to cover them well.

10.  Use a sharp knife to cut the pumpkin cubes to even smaller pieces.

11.  In a large bowl, crack and whisk the 2 eggs.

12.  Next season with a bit ground salt (not too much) and ground pepper followed by the rest of mixed spice, the grated cheese and whipped Katiki cheese.

13.  Blend all ingredients very well.

14.  Add the pumpkin cubes in the thick liquid mix and stir to blend them well.

15.  Bring the dish with pastry from the fridge and pour the filling on top.

16.  Level its surface and then drizzle 2 tbsp. Olive oil followed by some more ground pepper.

17.  If you like, you could decorate the tart by pressing the edges with a small fork. Tart is now ready for the oven.

 

D.    Baking instructions:

18.  Bake the Pumpkin Tart in a preheated oven FAN @180 ℃ / 350 ℉ for about 45'-50' or until the tart is crisp and golden (depends on the oven).

19.  When ready, remove from the oven.

 

E. Serving instructions:

This tart should be served warm for lunch or as 1st course with a fresh green salad.

A great contradicting combo of the sweet pumpkin with the tangy cheeses, wrapped in a crispy tart.

Light, delicately sweet, tangy and slightly salty and look at these warm, deep, fall colors! A pure ray of Autumn sunshine at your dinner table.

 

F. Storage info:

Leftover tart can be stored in plastic wrap in the fridge for up to a week. Reheat quickly in the oven.

 

G. Info about Pumpkin-The Superfood 🎃:

Pumpkin is undoubtedly considered the Queen of Autumn and we identify it with the fall months.

So don't just carve the pumpkin to make a Jack-o'-Lantern, eat it as well. It is a Great Superfood!!

A pumpkin is a cultivar of a squash plant, that is round, with smooth, slightly ribbed skin, and deep yellow to orange coloration. The thick shell contains the seeds and pulp. Pumpkin has an exceptional versatile character, hence it can be used for savory and sweet concoctions. 

 

🎃 The origin of pumpkin:

The origin of pumpkin is American and/or African. The oldest evidence of pumpkin fragments are found in Mexico, dated between 7,000 and 5,500 BC. Pumpkins and other squash species, alongside maize and beans, feature in the Three Sisters method of companion planting practiced by many North American indigenous societies.

In general, it likes temperate climates with few winds and can easily cope with drought conditions due to its high water content.

There are indications that it was also known in ancient Greece. Nowadays, they are not systematically cultivated, but you will be able to find pumpkins in various regions of mainland Greece. They are sown outdoors around April and the earliest ones are on the market as early as August.

As Pumpkins are native mainly to North America, they are widely grown for commercial use and are used both in food and recreation. Pumpkin pie, for instance, is a traditional part of Thanksgiving meals in Canada and the United States, and pumpkins are frequently carved as jack-o'-lanterns for decoration around Halloween.

There are even local competitions being held in the US for the most elaborate jack-o'-lantern or the largest pumpkin cultivated.

 

🎃 Nutritional value:

Pumpkin is a highly nutrient-dense food. It is rich in vitamins, Beta carotene and minerals but low in calories. Pumpkin seeds, leaves, and juices all pack a powerful nutritional punch.

The fiber, potassium, and vitamin C content in pumpkin all support heart health. Studies suggest that consuming enough potassium may be almost as important as decreasing sodium intake for the treatment of hypertension, or high blood pressure.

Also did you know that Pumpkin puree can be used as a replacement for butter or oil in baking recipes? (with excerpts from Wikipedia and medicalnewstoday.com)

 

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Αλμυρή Τάρτα με Κολοκύθα και Κατίκι

BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy                          

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ΜΕΡΙΔΕΣ🍴⃒   ΠΡΟΕΤΟΙΜΑΣΙΑ 🕔⃒

     4-6                   25 min + 1 ώρα αναμονή

ΜΑΓΕΙΡΕΜΑ ♨      ΒΑΘΜ. ΔΥΣΚΟΛΙΑΣ 👩‍🍳⃒

Κολοκύθα: 30 min.

Τάρτα: 45-50 min.                Εύκολη

Οι τάρτες είναι ένα εύκολο πιάτο που μπορεί να παρασκευαστεί γρήγορα και να ταΐσει μια ολόκληρη οικογένεια χωρίς πολλή φασαρία.

Αυτή η τάρτα έχει μια πραγματικά εποχιακή αίσθηση, μιας και ετοιμάζεται με έντονα πορτοκαλί κολοκύθα σε συνδυασμό με πικάντικα τυριά και "ανάμεικτα μπαχαρικά", για αυτό το αγαπημένο, γλυκό/αλμυρό ζευγάρωμα με λεπτό άρωμα.

Φέρνει μια αχτίδα φθινοπωρινού ήλιου στο τραπέζι σας.

Ελπίζω να την απολαύσετε.

Κατάλληλη για χορτοφάγους.

 

ΥΛΙΚΑ:

• 1 φύλλο / 300 γρ. / 10,5 oz Τριφτή Ζύμη ή ζύμη Κουρού, ξεπαγωμένη

• 450-500 γρ. / 1 lb-1 lb 2 oz πορτοκαλί Κολοκύθα, σε κύβους πάχους 1,5 εκ. / 0,6 ίντσες

• 2 μεγάλα Αυγά

• 250 γρ. / 9 oz Κατίκι Δομοκού, χτυπημένο (εναλλακ: τυρί Ricotta)

• 1/4 φλ. / 50 γρ. / 1,75 oz Γραβιέρα, Γκούντα ή Κασέρι, τριμμένο

• 1 κ.γ. "Ανάμεικτα μπαχαρικά"

• 3 κ.σ. / 45 ml Ελαιόλαδο

• Φρεσκοαλεσμένο αλάτι και πιπέρι

ΣΗΜΕΙΩΣΗ:

Φτιάξτε τα δικά σας «ανάμεικτα μπαχαρικά» που χρησιμοποιούνται για να αρωματίσουν τη τάρτα κολοκύθας, αν δεν τα βρείτε έτοιμα στα σούπερμαρκετ. Μπορείτε επίσης να τα προσθέσετε στο ψωμί κολοκύθας, στη χριστουγεννιάτικη γέμιση γαλοπούλας ή στον ζεστό καπουτσίνο σας ή σε άλλα γλυκά ή φαγητά, για να γίνουν ελαφρώς πιπεράτα.

🎃 Η συνταγή είναι να ανακατέψετε μαζί για να ομογενοποιηθούν:

  ✔︎  9 μέρη Κανέλα σκόνη

  ✔︎  2 μέρη Μοσχοκάρυδο σκόνη

  ✔︎  2 μέρη Τζίντζερ (πιπερόριζα) σκόνη

  ✔︎  1.5 μέρη Μπαχάρι σκόνη 

  ✔︎  1.5 μέρη Γαρύφαλο σκόνη

🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃 🎃

ΜΕΘΟΔΟΣ:

Α. Προψήστε την κολοκύθα:

1. Στρώστε ένα ταψί Pyrex με λαδόκολλα. Σκορπίστε τους κύβους κολοκύθας μέσα στο ταψί.

2. Βάλτε σε προθερμασμένο φούρνο στον αέρα @180 ℃ / 350 ℉ και ψήστε τους κύβους για 30' (εξαρτάται από τον φούρνο).

3. Βγάλτε από το φούρνο και αφήστε τους κύβους κολοκύθας να κρυώσουν.

 

Β. Ετοιμάστε τη βάση της τάρτας:

4. Βουρτσίστε 1 κ.σ. Ελαιόλαδο στο κάτω μέρος και στις πλευρές μιας στρογγυλής ταρτιέρας των 22 εκ. / 8,7 ίντσες.

5. Βάλτε το φύλλο τριφτής ζύμης στον πάτο του σκεύους.

6. Πιέστε και ανασηκώστε τις άκρες της ζύμης, σχηματίζοντας ένα χείλος στα πλαϊνά για να κρατηθεί η γέμιση. Κόψτε την επιπλέον ζύμη που προεξέχει.

7. Τώρα με ένα μικρό πιρούνι κάντε τρυπούλες στην επιφάνεια της ζύμης.

8. Σκεπάστε το ταψί με τη ζύμη με πλαστική μεμβράνη και βάλτε στο ψυγείο για 1 ώρα να παγώσει.

 

Γ. Ετοιμάστε τη γέμιση και τελειώστε την τάρτα:

9. Πασπαλίστε το μισό από τα "ανάμεικτα μπαχαρικά" πάνω από τους κύβους της ψημένης κολοκύθας και με ένα κουτάλι ανακατέψτε ώστε να καλυφθούν καλά.

10. Χρησιμοποιήστε ένα κοφτερό μαχαίρι για να κόψετε τους κύβους της κολοκύθας σε ακόμη μικρότερα κομμάτια.

11. Σε ένα μεγάλο μπολ, σπάστε και χτυπήστε τα 2 αυγά με αυγοδάρτη.

12. Προσθέστε φρεσκοαλεσμένο αλάτι (όχι πολύ) και αλεσμένο πιπέρι και μετά τα υπόλοιπα "ανάμεικτα μπαχαρικά", το τριμμένο τυρί και το χτυπημένο κατίκι.

13. Ανακατέψτε πολύ καλά όλα τα υλικά.

14. Προσθέστε τους κύβους κολοκύθας στο παχύρρευστο υγρό μείγμα και ανακατέψτε να ενωθούν καλά.

15. Βγάλτε τη ταρτιέρα με τη ζύμη από το ψυγείο και ρίξτε από πάνω τη γέμιση.

16. Ισιώστε την επιφάνειά της τάρτας και στη συνέχεια περιχύστε 2 κ.σ. Ελαιόλαδο και μετά λίγο ακόμα φρεσκοαλεσμένο πιπέρι.

17. Αν θέλετε, μπορείτε να διακοσμήσετε την τάρτα πιέζοντας τις άκρες της ζύμης με ένα μικρό πιρούνι. Η τάρτα είναι τώρα έτοιμη για το φούρνο.

 

Δ. Οδηγίες ψησίματος:

18. Ψήστε την τάρτα κολοκύθας σε προθερμασμένο φούρνο στον αέρα @180 ℃ / 350 ℉ για περίπου 45'-50' ή μέχρι η τάρτα να γίνει τραγανή και χρυσαφιά (εξαρτάται από τον φούρνο).

19. Μόλις είναι έτοιμη, βγάλτε τη από το φούρνο.

 

Ε. Οδηγίες σερβιρίσματος:

Αυτή η τάρτα πρέπει να σερβίρεται ζεστή για μεσημεριανό γεύμα ή σα 1ο πιάτο με μια φρέσκια πράσινη σαλάτα.

Υπέροχος συνδυασμός-κόντρα της γλυκιάς κολοκύθας με τα πικάντικα τυριά, τυλιγμένα σε τραγανή τάρτα.

Ελαφριά, με υπόγεια, φινετσάτη γλύκα, πικάντικη και υφάλμυρη και δείτε αυτά τα ζεστά, βαθιά, φθινοπωρινά χρώματα! Μια ζεστή αχτίδα φθινοπωρινού ήλιου στο τραπέζι σας.

 

Ζ. Πληροφορίες φύλαξης:

Η τάρτα που έχει απομείνει μπορεί να φυλαχτεί σε πλαστική μεμβράνη στο ψυγείο για έως και μια εβδομάδα. Ξαναζεσταίνετε γρήγορα στο φούρνο.

 

Η. Πληροφορίες για την Κολοκύθα-Το superfood 🎃:

Η Κολοκύθα θεωρείται η αδιαμφησβήτητη βασίλισσα του φθινοπώρου και την ταυτίζουμε με τους φθινοπωρινούς μήνες. Γι' αυτό μην χαράζετε την κολοκύθα μόνο για να φτιάξετε το φανάρι Jack-o'-Lantern για το Χάλογουιν, αλλά να την φάτε κιόλας μιας και είναι Superfood! Η κολοκύθα ανήκει σε μια ποικιλία φυτών σκουός, που είναι στρογγυλά, με λείο, ελαφρώς ραβδωτό δέρμα και βαθύ κίτρινο έως πορτοκαλί χρώμα. Το παχύ σκληρό κέλυφος περιέχει τους σπόρους και τον πολτό-τη σάρκα. Η κολοκύθα έχει έναν εξαιρετικά ευπροσάρμ��στο χαρακτήρα, επομένως μπορεί να χρησιμοποιηθεί σε μεγάλη ποικιλία από αλμυρά αλλά και γλυκά παρασκευάσματα.

 

🎃 Καταγωγή/προέλευση της Κολοκύθας:

Η προέλευση της κολοκύθας είναι από την Αμερική ή και την Αφρική. Τα παλαιότερα στοιχεία για θραύσματα κολοκύθας βρίσκονται στο Μεξικό, που χρονολογούνται μεταξύ 7.000 και 5.500 π.Χ. Οι κολοκύθες και άλλα παρόμοια είδη, μαζί με τον αραβόσιτο και τα φασόλια, περιλαμβάνονται στη μέθοδο φύτευσης συντρόφων των Τριών Αδελφών που εφαρμόζουν πολλές αυτόχθονες κοινωνίες της Βόρειας Αμερικής.

Γενικά, οι κολοκύθες προτιμούν τα εύκρατα κλίματα με λίγους ανέμους και μπορούν εύκολα να αντιμετωπίσουν συνθήκες ξηρασίας λόγω της υψηλής περιεκτικότητάς τους σε νερό.

Υπάρχουν ενδείξεις ότι ήταν γνωστή και στην αρχαία Ελλάδα. Σήμερα η κολοκύθα δεν καλλιεργείται συστηματικά, αλλά θα συναντήσετε καλλιέργειες τους σε διάφορες περιοχές της ηπειρωτικής Ελλάδας. Σπέρνονται γύρω στον Απρίλιο και οι πιο πρώιμες κυκλοφορούν ήδη από τον Αύγουστο στην αγορά.

Καθώς οι κολοκύθες είναι εγγενείς κυρίως στη Βόρεια Αμερική, καλλιεργούνται ευρέως για εμπορική χρήση και χρησιμοποιούνται τόσο για βρώση όσο και για αναψυχή. 

Η κολοκυθόπιτα, για παράδειγμα, είναι ένα παραδοσιακό μέρος του γεύματος της Ημέρας των Ευχαριστιών στον Καναδά και τις Ηνωμένες Πολιτείες, και οι κολοκύθες είναι συχνά χαραγμένες ως jack-o'-lantern για διακόσμηση στο Χάλογουιν-Halloween.

Υπάρχουν μέχρι και τοπικοί διαγωνισμοί που διεξάγονται στις ΗΠΑ για το πιο περίτεχνο jack-o'-lantern ή τη μεγαλύτερη καλλιεργημένη κολοκύθα.

 

🎃 Διατροφική αξία:

Η κολοκύθα είναι ένα εξαιρετικά θρεπτικό και υγιεινό φυτό. Είναι πλούσιο σε βιταμίνες, βήτα καροτίνη και μέταλλα αλλά χαμηλή σε θερμίδες. Οι σπόροι κολοκύθας, τα φύλλα και ο χυμός τους έχουν ισχυρή διατροφική αξία.

Η περιεκτικότητα σε φυτικές ίνες, κάλιο και βιταμίνη C στην κολοκύθα βοηθάει στην καλή υγεία της καρδιάς. Μελέτες υποδεικνύουν ότι η κατανάλωση επαρκούς ποσότητας καλίου μπορεί να είναι σχεδόν εξίσου σημαντική με τη μείωση της πρόσληψης νατρίου για τη θεραπεία της υπέρτασης ή της υψηλής αρτηριακής πίεσης.

Επίσης, γνωρίζατε ότι ο πουρές κολοκύθας μπορεί να χρησιμοποιηθεί ως αντικατάσταση του βουτύρου ή του λαδιού στις συνταγές ζαχαροπλαστικής;!!

(με αποσπάσματα από την Βικιπαίδεια και medicalnewstoday.com)

Κοιτάξτε επίσης την συνταγή μου σε YouTube βίντεο, το λίνκ είναι: ΕΔΩ

[beautyandlifestyleblog86]

Spring salmon Niçoise salad -

Ingredients:

- 1 lb fresh salmon fillet

- 1 lb small new potatoes, halved

- 1/2 lb green beans, trimmed

- 4 eggs

- 1 cup cherry tomatoes, halved

- 1/4 cup Niçoise olives

- 1/4 cup capers

- 1/4 cup fresh parsley, chopped

- 2 tbsp Dijon mustard

- 2 tbsp red wine vinegar

- 1/4 cup olive oil

- Salt and pepper to taste

Instructions:

1. Preheat your oven to 400°F (200°C). Season the salmon fillet with salt and pepper, then place it on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake for 15-20 minutes, or until the salmon is cooked through and flakes easily with a fork.

2. While the salmon is cooking, bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the potatoes and cook for 10-15 minutes, or until they are tender. Remove the potatoes with a slotted spoon and set aside.

3. In the same pot of boiling water, add the green beans and cook for 3-4 minutes, or until they are crisp-tender. Remove the green beans with a slotted spoon and place them in a bowl of ice water to stop the cooking process.

4. In a separate pot, bring water to a boil and carefully add the eggs. Cook for 8-10 minutes, then remove the eggs and place them in a bowl of ice water to cool. Peel and quarter the eggs once they are cool.

5. In a small bowl, whisk together the mustard, red wine vinegar, and olive oil to make the dressing. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

6. To assemble the salad, arrange the cooked salmon, potatoes, green beans, cherry tomatoes, olives, capers, and eggs on a large serving platter. Drizzle the dressing over the salad and garnish with chopped parsley.

7. Serve the Spring salmon Niçoise salad immediately and enjoy!

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

The pandemic sent hunger soaring in Brazil. They're fighting back with school lunches.

The kindergarteners sing at the top of their lungs as they hop and skip their way around the corner and into the small cafeteria at São Paulo's Professor Lourdes Heredia Mello Municipal School.

"Twenty-four, 25, 26!" they shout, counting the number of steps they take before lining up single-file to serve themselves lunch at the buffet-style steam table that, just like the tables and chairs where they sit to eat, is kid-sized.

As he waits his turn, Davi Lucas fidgets with his hands and strains his neck to see the sample plate of food on a side table and another dish of vegetables showing them what's been used to make their meal.

On today's menu is one of the 6-year-old's favorites — pasta with fresh tomato sauce. There's also tuna with vegetables and a kale salad, two things he wouldn't have touched before trying them at school.

He scoops a generous portion of pasta onto his clear glass plate — no plastic or disposable items are used here — and a small spoonful each of tuna and salad.

A knife and fork in hand, he chooses a seat next to his friends at one of the three long tables. When they finish eating, gabbing about who cleared their plates and using napkins to wipe their tomato-stained mouths, they place their dishes in a large bin for washing and take a bowl of fruit salad before heading toward small outdoor tables. Rosemary, basil and mint planted in terracotta pots sit at their center.

While they finish their dessert, another classroom of kindergarteners files into the cafeteria, ready to repeat the same routine.

At Professor Lourdes Heredia Mello Municipal School, like all public schools in Brazil, children are provided meals for free. It's a government program for which the South American country has been widely lauded, feeding more than 40 million students, from daycare through high school, across 5,570 municipalities. The program has become a pillar of post-COVID efforts to keep kids fed and in school. It also provides economic opportunities for farmers and employment for some parents — benefits that officials hope will grow in coming years.

Continue reading.

[pentanguine]

A trivial but fun thing about recovering from something is that you learn a lot about how other people prepare food.

Who serves me risotto with a fork vs a spoon? Who uses a salad vs a soup bowl? Do you underheat or overheat food in the microwave? What, to you, is a fair portion size?

I feel like I’m eavesdropping

[aeoki]

Made Me - Make You: Chapter 4

Location: Pretty Room Characters: Tetora, Arashi, Jun & HiMERU

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A few days later. >

Arashi: Let me introduce you guys ♪ This is my friend and the manager of this cafe ♪

…You’re not used to being referred to as the manager, you say? Ehehe, you’ll get used to it in time.

I should call you that since that’s who you are here.

Oh, right. I’ll introduce the three “Special Pretty Advisors” I told you about yesterday.

From the right, we have HiMERU-chan, Jun-chan and Tetora-kun ♪

Tetora: Osu! It’s a pleasure to be here!

Jun: As expected of Nagumo-kun. He greets people like we’re at a dojo~

Tetora: Heheh. I’ve got to give it my all since I’ve been chosen as a “Special Pretty Advisor”!

HiMERU: HiMERU feels the same way but…

Is the “pretty” part necessary? I think “Special Advisors” would have sufficed.

Arashi: Well, you know what they say: When in Rome, do as the Romans do, right?

If you’re entering the “Pretty Room”, then you also must be part of the “pretty” ☆

HiMERU: …………

I see. HiMERU has completely understood.

Jun: *Whispers* But you have the exact opposite expression on your face…

HiMERU: Sazanami, did you say something?

Jun: Don’t worry about it. Just talking to myself.

Um, Narukami-san, should we sit down and discuss things instead of standing around here?

Arashi: Yes. Manager, we’ll use the table in the corner.

Tetora: …You were right when you said we should see the place in person, HiMERU-san.

It’s more relaxed and easier to walk in compared to the photos, and it feels nice and clean inside.

HiMERU: You’re right. The tables are a bit squished together, but it shouldn’t be an issue if someone wanted to enjoy their time here alone.

Arashi: The cafe serves lunch sets at this time of day. You can choose the sides and drinks you want with the main meal.

Jun: Choose…? Woah, there’s a lot to choose from~

There’s the main meal, side dishes, salads… You can also choose rice or bread, huh.

I think I might pass out from hunger before I finish choosing everything. Ahaha…

Arashi: You should choose the “Manager’s pick” at times like those. How about this set?

Jun: Sounds good~ I’ll take that then ♪

HiMERU: HiMERU has finished choosing. What about you, Nagumo?

Tetora: I’m still thinking about it! I’ve chosen everything but the main meal~

I want to pick the marshmallow stew I’ve been eyeing but the napolitan looks good too.

Hmm. The curry with the fried pork cutlet also sounds tasty…!

Jun: Yeah. You’ll definitely need a good minute to think about it with this many choices~

It seems one of the good points about this cafe is that you can try out a lot of different dishes in one go. How about ordering more later if it’s not enough?

Tetora: Yeah. Okay, I’ll choose the marshmallow stew then!

Arashi: And I’ll get the hamburg steak pie. Manager, we’d like to order ♪

< Some time passes. >

Tetora: Ohh, the food’s here!

So this is the marshmallow stew, huh. There are burnt marshmallows floating in the stew.

It smells good… and looks delicious too!

Jun: Nagumo-kun, here’s a spoon and fork. And these are for you, Narukami-san…

Arashi: Everyone, ready? Let’s put our hands together and say bon appetit ♪

Jun & Tetora: Bon appetit!

HiMERU: Bon appetit.

Arashi: …Nagumo-kun, how does the stew taste?

Tetora: It’s good~ Surprisingly, the marshmallows aren’t that sweet and they taste great with the vegetables and meat…

It's actually a good combination!

Arashi: Ehehe. I’m happy to see you like it so much.

Actually, I’m the one who came up with that dish.

Tetora: Really!? You can do anything, huh, Narukami-senpai~ You have my respect ☆

I could eat this for days…

It’s a pretty small portion, so I’m gonna order more right away.

Arashi: Hmm. I guess it is pretty small for growing teenage boys, huh…

But if we serve typical affordable food that comes in large portions, then we wouldn’t be “Pretty Room” anymore.

HiMERU: You’re right. It’s important to fill your stomach, but you’d prefer to serve food that’s special to this cafe, right?

Arashi: Food that’s special to this cafe, hm…? Well, for one, it has to look cute…

What do you all think? What sorts of dishes would you prefer?

Jun: I prefer something more nutritious as well as something filling~

HiMERU: Yes. It would be even better if it also has a lot of vitamins and nutrients that are good for the skin.

Arashi: So something cute, filling, nutritious and good for the skin…? Is there a dish that includes all of those things?

Tetora: You can just make one. I’m sure you can definitely come up with something since you were the one who came up with the marshmallow stew, Narukami-senpai!

We’ll help you out as “Special Pretty Advisors” too…☆

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