#salchichon

[chicosanchez]

Queso, salchichón y aceitunas. Más en https://chicosanchez.com #comida #queso #salchichon #aceitunas #dieta #salud #chicosanchez #gastronomia #cuisine https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp4F6lauAaT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sodorsteam]

uno mas pa' viernes

Thomas lo invito a parandear anoche y se quedo bien jodido, pero aqui traigo un remedio.

"oh, la indignidad..."

[scatterbugged]

on salchichon duty for today. can’t post this kinda stuff on instagram! hoo boy!

[the-invisible-queer]

Nick is Sick

Author’s Note: Mac is not me per se, but a better more successful, more intune with their heritage version of me. They’re roommates with Nick and have very much a close, playful, sibling-like relationship with him. They have a romantic past with Joe, but now they’re friends with benefits. Nick has no idea about their arrangement, but he is aware some feelings are still there. Sopa de salchichon is a Puerto Rican soup my grandma makes when people are sick. This takes place between 2015-17. Feel free to comment and send me asks about it if you feel so inclined to.

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Mac hadn’t seen Nick all day and it wasn’t like him to sleep in. Did he make an impromptu trip to Califronia and just forgot to mention it? They’d texted him an hour ago, but he didn’t respond which was not like him. Knocking on his door of his room, they waited for a response.

“Hey, Nick?” No response. “Nicholas?” They knocked again. Nothing. Opening the door for confirmation, they saw him laying in bed. “Nick?” They walked to the bed, gently shaking him. “Are you alive?” they asked, noticing the sweat on his forehead. “Nick, are you okay?” Beginning to get worried, they lightly shook his arm again. He groaned.. “Thank God!”

“Hm?” He rolled over and looked at them.

“Hey.” Mac took a breath of relief. “I’m sorry to wake you, but you had me worried. Are you okay?”

“What’s wrong?” His voice was hoarse.

“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you’re alive because it’s almost two and I hadn’t seen you and I texted you an hour ago and you never responded. You don’t sound alright? Are you fighting a cold?” they asked.

“I feel like shit,” he told them. Feeling his forhead, it was as expected, a fever. “Baby boy, baby.” Brushing his hair back, they looked at him. “You’re running hot and I mean that literally. I think we’ve got some Dayquill in the cabinet. I’ll go get it for you.”

“Thanks, Mac.” He sighed, pulling the covers over his shoulder. Mac left his room and walked to the medicine cabinet. Searching for any cold medicine, they came up empty. “Fuck!” They muttered. How was that possible? They didn’t want to leave him alone incase he got worse. So they had no option. Grabbing their phone, they called Joe. He picked up surprisingly quickly.

“Hey. Were you thinking of me? Because I was thinking of you.” He chuckled.

“Hi. Are you busy right now? I kind of need a favor,” they told him.

“You know I’m never too busy for you. What’s up?” he asked.

“Are you sure? Because if anything I can ask Mike-”

“No. I’m just home. What’s going on?” Joe asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Can you pick up some cold medicine? Nick’s got a fever and I don’t want to leave him alone,” they explained.

“Oh. Is he- is he okay?” Joe asked. The slight concern in his voice mad Mac smile.

“Aw. Forever the worried big brother,” they teased. “Yeah. I think he’s going to be okay after a few days of rest. I just want to keep an eye on him at least till the fever breaks.”

“Good call.”

“I just- I am ill-prepared. I don’t even have anything to make soup. He never gets sick. I’m the one who gets sick and he’s usually taking care of me,” they explained. “I’m sorry if this is annoying and inconvenient. I hope it’s not too much of a bother.”

“It’s no bother,” he assured them. “Just text me a list of what you need and I’ll pick it up right now.”

“Thank you, Joe. I owe you big time.”

“You can make it up to me this weekend.”

“We’ll talk about it. Thank you. Seriously.”

“I’ll see you in a few. You gotta get back to Nick.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna make him some tea since that’s all I’ve got right now.” They groaned. “Thank you, Joe.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” He laughed. “But you are welcome. I’ll let you know when I get to your place.”

“Thank you. Bye.” Mac hung up and quickly texted him their list before turning the kettle on and grabbing the thermometer from the cabinet. Walking back to Nick’s room, they knocked before entering. He was scrolling through his phone. “Hey! I’ve got the thermometer to find out how bad your fever is. See what we’re dealing with,” they told him.

“We’re out of Dayquill? Not even Nyquill?” he asked, noticing the lack of medicine in their hands.

“Unfortunately. But I asked Joe to pick up some stuff, so he’s going to stop by. I know it’d probably be quicker to run to the bodega, but I’m not leaving you alone when you’ve got a fever.” They sat on the edge of the bed, handing him the thermometer.

“Or you just wanted an excuse to see him,” Nick teased before sticking the thermometer in his mouth.

“It was between him and Mikey. He just happened to be the last person I texted so it was easier to call him,” they explained. Nick scoffed. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, Nicholas. You’re sick. You don’t have the energy.” He hummed in response. “I just turned the kettle on to make you some tea.” They took the thermometer. “One-oh-two isn’t so bad.”

“It feels bad,” he replied.

“We’ve dealt with worse. Do you have a tea preference or are you good with lemon ginger?” they asked.

“That sounds good. Thank you.”

“I asked him to pick up some stuff to make sopa de salchichon for you,” they told him.

“You don’t have to go through all of that for me,” he replied.

“Listen you’re single and you’re mom’s not here. So as your roommate and best friend it is my job to make sure you don’t die and take care of you when you’re sick. You’ve always taken care of me so it’s my turn. Alright?”

“Thanks, Mac. I really do appreciate it.

“You know I’ve got you.” They brushed his hair back. “If you need anything, just shoot me a text. I’ll be back with your tea. Get your rest.”

Joe called Mac as he approached the front stoop of the apartment building.

“Hey! I’m coming.” They told him.

“I got everything on the list except for the Vick’s. They didn’t have namebrand so I got no frills.”

“That’s fine.” Mac opened the door for him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He followed them into the apartment.

“You are a life saver. How much do I owe you?” Mac asked.

“A kiss will make us even,” he teased.

“Come on.”

“You owe me nothing. He’s my brother. So he owes me,” he joked.

“Thank you.” Mac kissed him, taking the bags. “I really do appreciate you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled. “How is he?”

“I’ve been checking on him every so often to make sure he’s alive. If he’s not feeling any better in a day or two, I’m dragging him to see a doctor,” they told him.

“Is he asleep? Can I check on him?” Joe asked.

“You’re cute. Yeah, you can check on him, but try not to get sick.”

“I’ll be okay,” he assured them. Walking to Nick’s room, he knocked on the door.

“Yeah.” Nick called out. Joe opened the door, poking his head in. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey. Mac said you’ve got a fever so I wanted to make you’re okay.”

“I feel so shitty.”

“Yeah, you look it,” Joe teased.

“Fuck you.”

“They asked me to pick up some stuff for you so-” Joe shrugged.

“Thanks for that. I don’t know why they didn’t just go to the store themselves,” Nick replied.

“With how bad you look, I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t leave you alone either. Plus it gave me an excuse to see them,” Joe admitted. Nick smiled. “What?” Mac knocked before walking into the room with their arms full. “Do you need help?”

“I’ve got it.” They put everything on the night table. “You gotta sit up.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, they poured him a dose of medicine. “I’ve got some juice to chase it with.”

“Thanks.” He quickly took down the medicine before taking a sip of juice. “You both don’t have to stay in here. Neither of you should be getting sick.”

“Okay.” Mac felt his forehead again. “Hopefully that’ll help break the fever. I’ll be in the kitchen cooking if you need anything-” Mac brushed some curls from his forehead. Joe watched, a pang of jealousy striking him

“Shoot you a text. I know. Thanks.” Nick laid back down.

“Okay.” Mac helped him pull the covers back over him. “I’ll come check on you with the soup is done.” They smiled before leaving the room.

“Get some rest.” Joe nodded before following Mac to the kitchen. “So- what was that?”

“What was what?” They asked, starting to prepare the soup.

“Have you been doing that all day or were the theatrics just because I’m here?” Joe asked.

“What are you talking about?” Mac looked at him. “What theatrics?”

“I know you and Nick are close and have only gotten closer since living together, but you’re not that close.” Joe alleged.

“Please tell me what the fuck you’re talking about, because I am so lost.” They folded their arms across their chest.

“The- when you- why’d you sweep his hair off his face like that?” Joe asked.

“Are you being serious?” Mac asked. “The guy is sick in bed with a fever.”

“But that’s kind of an intimate gesture.” He pointed out.

“Okay. And? I swear to God, Joseph. For the what? The third or fourth fucking time I am not fucking your brother. I would never fuck your brother and if I was going to fuck any of your brothers it would not be Nick. Trust me.”

“I wasn’t even going to accuse you of that, but- I guess thanks for the clarification. I just- I’ve never seen you be like that with him. It was weird.”

“He’s sick. It was a comfort thing because I am genuinely worried about him. Trust me I was not doing it to get a reaction from you. I can’t believe how jealous you still get and we’re not even together. You have no ground to be jealous.” They scoffed. “You getting jealous over the smallest shit is why we could never get back together.”

“I’m sorry. I just- it caught me off guard I guess,” he admitted.

“You’re cute.” Mac laughed. “Now, you’re more than welcome to stay, but I bet you’ve got plans, right?”

“Actually, I don’t. I was planning on seeing if you were free to hang out today so getting your call was a pleasant surprise,” he explained. “So I wouldn’t mind staying if you don’t mind me staying.”

“Of course not. I could use th company since he’s going to be stuck in his room.”

“Is there anything I could help with?”

“You can do the cutting like old times.” Mac grabbed a cutting board and a knife placing it on the table. “We haven’t cooked together in years.”

“I wouldn’t call it cooking together. I’d call it you cook I cut.” Joe laughed. “But yeah, I can cut the sausage.”

“Salchichon,” they corrected him.

“Sausage.” He stuck to his guns. He was not even going to attempt to say it and he was not going to give them something else to make fun of him for.

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“You can’t make me.”

“Sal-chi-chon.”

“Nope.” He washed his hands before sitting at the table.

“You’re so boring.” Mac whined. “At least Nick tries.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what? His Spanish is getting better.”

“I know what you’re doing and I don’t appreciate it.”

“What? I’m only saying Nick’s Spanish is better than yours ever was.” They knew his competitive nature wasn’t going to let him sit down and take it.

“If I say it, will you leave me alone?”

“Maybe.”

“Can’t make fun of me for how bad it is.”

“Well depending on how bad it is, I can’t let you live it down,” they promised. He sighed, defeated. “Come on, Joe. What’s the sasauge called?”

“I hate you.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t be here right now. So say it.”

“Sal- salchichon?” He questioned his pronounciation, looking at them for confiriamtion. Trying their best, not to laugh, they bit the inside of their cheek and pursed their lips. “You’re a dick.”

“Did I laugh?” they asked. Quietly repeating his bad pronounciation.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

“Because it’s fun. Nick’s Spanish is still better than yours.”

“He’s lived with you longer than I did. So- he’s got the upper hand.”

“That has nothing to do with it. You’re just- white.”

“And he’s not?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah but you’re white in a different way than he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nick’s got some spice. Not much, but enough. And you don’t have any,” they explained. “But that’s okay.” Joe scoffed. “But hey, you dance to salsa better than him.”

“Are you just saying that?”

“No. He only started learning to move his hips like two years ago. But you’ve got it down. Maybe we should go dancing this weekend. You did say I could make it up to you this weekend, so why not?”

“Sure. Could be fun. I’ve got nothing planned for Saturday. Are you free?” he asked.

“Assuming Nick’s not still dying, I should be free.”

“Great. It’s a date then.”

[aevyk-ing]

Me (autistic) in a Haunted House

The place where I do Pilates did a Haunted House yesterday and I needed to see what it looked like. I was dressed up and waited for over two hours because they locked the door for the second group (so they wouldn't run away) and then couldn't open it for a while (that door has had problems for a while). They managed to open it and go on, so here's my experience:

Better take my cloak off, I'm sure if someone pulls it, the snap will open (mental note to change the fastener and BTW, it was my Merida cloak).

The Male Nurse who greets us asks who's going to be the leader. I'm alone with a family and they all look at me. Great.

The Male Nurse hands me a black hospital gown to wear like a jacket. Remember that I'm wearing my folded cloak in my hands.

He tells us we're in a lab and there's a mortal virus going on. The only way to get cured is to have your eyes removed. He asks me if I'm up to that. I want to joke that I have some experience, because I have some candy with the shape of eyes in my backpack that I can show him. I decide not to say anything and just nod.

All the clinic is covered in plastic and it reminds me a lot of when we refurbished our old kitchen.

First room. My current Pilates teacher is sitting holding my old Pilates teacher's head. He's laying on a stretcher, his eyes closed and not wearing a t-shirt. Yes, he's ripped. I say hello. CPT asks for the leader to help him. The family stays in the corner. CPT wants me to hold OPT's head. He's bald. I have to do it, right? Yikes, why is his head so warm? CPT asks me to open his eye. Which one? Doesn't matter. I do so and I see he's wearing those white contacts. Cool. Oh, he opens his eyes and jumps from the stretcher in the family's direction. The Male Nurse tells us to leave. Oh, okay.

Second room. It's covered with a black mesh and we can see some creepy kids looking at us. Okay.

The Male Nurse says the Boss is waiting for us. It's the room where I do Pilates. The door is half open, a purple light shining. I feel like one of those days when I'm early and the door is closed and you don't know if there's someone there.

Third room. The receptionist has someone laying on the stretcher, her eyes covered in gauze. I see that the boxing bag has disappeared and there's a body hanging there. It's like the ones I saw in my last Haunted House. Like a human salchichon. Oh, yes, the boss is talking. She wants to know if any of us has the virus. We say no. I notice the Male Nurse breathing in my neck. Ugh, go away, I'm trying to listen. Wait, was he trying to scare me? No, Boss, the zombis didn't touch us. She points the lamp to the father of the family. She says that the leader has the virus. The Male Nurse clarifies that I'm the leader. The Boss looks at me. I don't know what to say. They attack us and the Male Nurse urges us to leave.

The family goes first and they scream. The father tells me to be careful. I look down. Oof, I almost stepped on someone's hand. Wait, it's over.

This is just the second Haunted House I've ever been in. The first one was way longer, but I also had the impression of just walking through it. I didn't scream either. I just ran at the end because everyone else did. So yeah, maybe Haunted Houses aren't made for me, but I had fun nonetheless.

[spaceratprodigy]

✏ WIP Wednesday ✏

Thank you for the tag @the-lastcall @captastra 💖💫

I haven't got any new drawings to share just yet! I'm taking a lil break to let my body and my brain rest. But I have been excitedly planning out the things I want to work on next and I genuinely can't wait! Not putting pressure on myself, but I've been super excited to work on some smaller oc stuff, some au stuff, and hopefully I'll have the energy to make some fun things for Halloween this year! :3

I haaaave been messing around with some quick ideas in my notes app tho, so I can share those today at least. Hope y'all like reading! 👇

🔍 — Detective au

"Maximillian, could you hand me that?" she asked, a soft teasing in her voice.

Max reached for the seasoning his companion pointed at, their fingers brushing against each other during the hand-off. Losing himself only for a moment thinking about the way his name sounded on her lips.

"I've never cooked anything like this on my own" he said, holding his head over the pot to take in the aroma.

"It's never too late to learn" Faith practically sang. "Thank you, again. For helping, I mean."

Max's eyes softened looking at her, the smile on her face was genuine. One she had hardly shown during their time together on this case. He wanted to spend every day in this kitchen with her, seeing her glow like this.

"Salami soup is an interesting choice, I've never heard of it before tonight. I'm sure yours is quite the delicacy." He meant it sincerely, but couldn't resist trying to get another playful smile out of her with flattery.

He began cleaning up the mess they had made while prepping. Carefully moving the knives and cutting boards to the sink, wiping up any straggling ingredients that didn't quite make it to the pot, turning down the volume of her little kitchen radio. The way she couldn't resist dancing along to the tunes she liked filled Max's heart with a feeling he still didn't quite understand yet. One he was afraid to acknowledge.

Faith looked at him with a comfort she'd never felt before. She ladled up some broth, offering him a taste. Her smile only growing when he winced from the heat, but agreeing it was quite delicious. She didn't expect to become so fond of her new partner, even less did she think the man she met her first day on this case would enjoy the quality time as much as she did. She heard the whispers about him, the warnings, but that clearly wasn't the man that stood before her.

Faith looked back at her pot with a tired expression.

"Funnily enough, there were quite a few of us in the same crowd who had grandparents or parents that came from Puerto Rico. It was a dish we all knew well, we loved talking about the differences in our family recipes" she stirred slowly, the sounds of the kitchen becoming drowned out by her thoughts.

"But weirdly, we all knew it as Spanish Soup! What a coincidence our parents all had the same name for it" she let out a short, quiet laugh. The corners of her mouth perking up, but her eyes unchanged, fixed on the simmering.

"Not quite the right name for it, though, but a weirdly consistent one. I'm not sure if it was a language barrier translation or what..."

Faith began trailing off and mumbling, not necessarily talking to Max anymore so much as she was reminiscing to herself about mundane moments from her past.

"Sopa de salchichon" she breathed, her voice almost inaudible.

"Is it a favorite of yours?" Max asked, trying to bring her back to reality. A slight bit concerned by her sudden change in tone.

Faith blinked.

"One of them, yes. But not my absolute favorite by any means" Faith began thinking about when she should make Max cook potato soup with her next. "It brings me some comfort, though."

"Does it, now?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My dad used to make it all the time" her voice had no enthusiasm in it anymore. She inspected her brightly colored concoction carefully. "He never did figure out how to cook the potatoes all the way through."

She attempted to ladle up a little bit of everything, admiring how warm it looked. Salami. Potatoes. Pasta. Onions. They radiated in their bath of popping reds, oranges, and yellows. She looked as if she was going to give it a taste, herself, but dropped it gently back into the pot.

The shift in her attitude worried Max, who was unsure of the direction this topic was heading.

"Were you close with your father?" he finally asked.

Faith was silent for a moment.

And another moment.

And another.

Max had realized too late the weight of his question when he heard Faith start sniffling.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't.. I didn't mean to overstep-" his own voice coming out and wavering before he had time to think.

He took a step towards her, immediately wanting to make it better, wanting to go back just a few minutes ago when she was smiling and dancing around the kitchen. Not knowing how to fix it, how to comfort her, not knowing her boundaries and not wanting to cross them.

Faith wouldn't look at him, the hot tears broke through and were running down her cheeks. Her eyes stung. She was desperately trying to dry her face.

"N-no, you're fine.. you didn't.." she was trying to speak, but her cracking voice wouldn't cooperate "M-max.." she wanted to reassure him he didn't do anything wrong.

Finally, she looked at him. Max had never seen her like that before. It made his heart sink in his chest. Instinctively reaching his arms towards her before he realized what he was doing. His hand so close to cradling her cheek when–

"Fuck!" — "Jesus Christ!" they exclaimed in unison.

The intrusive ringing of her home phone made them jump. Stunning the partners in place, left staring at each other and wondering what was about to happen between them.

📿 — Midnight Mass au [previous tidbit]

The light of the morning sun kissed her skin with a comforting warmth. The scent of honeysuckle on the faint breeze. It was peaceful. Normally she would have considered this the perfect start to her day.

Today, however, was far from perfect.

The gentleness of it all, it mocked her. How can the sky be so clear, the gardens blooming so beautifully, the children laughing so innocently. How can it go on when a storm was about to blow through. A storm no one else was going to feel, to even know was happening.

Faith felt her heart cracking and crumbling. She didn't know how she was supposed to do this.

Trying to keep her breaths calm, she continued pacing around the road she knew like the back of her hand. The one she often walked with a confident stride. Today, it was a walk of shame. Guilt. Her choices finally catching up with her.

Faith plucked a small flower from a neighbor's garden, hoping they weren't around to notice. She began pulling off the petals one by one, trying to keep her shaky, fidgeting hands occupied. It was so delicate between her fingers, so pretty.

It frustrated her.

Not because it had done anything in particular to upset her. She just wanted somewhere to direct her own internal conflict, and the little flower in her hands was the closest casualty.

Faith's heart began beating hard when the church began peeking into view. She swallowed hard, not realizing how dry her throat had become.

How do I tell him?

It was her one place of solace. She was kind, caring, reserved, but never cold. Faith tried her best to be an active member in her community, but it was still a bit out of her comfort zone at times to put such a strain on her social battery. Even more so when her Hiram had left for war.

She enjoyed the solitude of the church. She enjoyed even more what she never expected to find in it.

The last thing Faith thought she'd ever learn about herself, was that she didn't actually marry the love of her life. That becoming more involved in her local church would lead her down a blasphemous path.

An adulterous one.

Finally standing before the building in question, Faith took a moment to admire the architecture. It was a stunning building, a real work of art.

She began her trek up the stairs. The weight growing on her feet with every step. It was agonizing.

With the town's vicar, no less.

Faith felt light headed when she reached the top. Her ears were ringing, darkness was peering in from her peripheral vision.

What greater sin could we have committed?

The doors were open, the morning air saving the church from its usual stuffiness. The sun rays beaming in through the stained glass windows, illuminating the space with colors and dust particles alike. Faith had eyes for only one thing that stood in that room.

Vicar Maximillian DeSoto, very carefully tending to the appearance within his church's walls.

Faith's cheeks were hot, no doubt turning red just at the sight of him. Her heart fluttered in a way no one, not even her Hiram, ever made her feel. She never quite believed in soul mates, until she met Max, and they realized they were meant to be together. Unable to bear being apart from each other's side for too long.

Faith felt the tears welling up in her eyes, not knowing how she's supposed to have this conversation with him. Not knowing what news she was supposed to tell him first.

That she was carrying his child.

Or that her husband just returned home.

🚀 — Canon (summary; not the actual wip)

Faith has an emotional moment (more like an existential crisis) in Phin's lab regarding having been spontaneously dropped into Halcyon to fend for herself + an identity crisis about who she was and who she now has to be. Finding unexpected comfort in him being the only person who believes and understands her complicated existence.

They have a proper heart to heart and Phineas apologizes for the mess he's thrown Faith into without warning or preparation, finally filling her in on what the hell is going on.

Phin confesses that during the unthawing process he saw some things that gave him a clue about Faith's past. Being concerned for her wellbeing, he brings up the uncomfortable information he discovered. His new friend, quite unhappy with him, was hoping to put as much distance as possible between her past on Earth and her newfound identity.

[grapecaseschoices]

hey! 🥣 🏖️ & 🍴for any ocs of your choice please💜

I am going to do my newest five.

🥣: Favourite soup?

Lloyd: Anything with thick noodles and liquid. He honestly could just eat noodles in chicken broth-- he isn't even really a fan of chicken noodle soup. But he does like pho.

Tristan & Aleena: Like tomato soup. Aleena likes hers with a dollop of cream and the undertone if pepper [either black pepper or just something spicy] and Tristan leans on xyrs kinda salty with crackers. Aleena I feel is more of a chowder girl because she needs to be difficult and messy.

Richard: i don't think-- he doesn't feel like a big soup person. Unless he is sick in bed.

Hayden: Is another soup joumou fan. So of course she likes sopas de salchichon and sanocho.

🏖: Opinions on sand?

Anti-Sand because it is so grainy when dry and weird when wet and gets everywhere, but he is willing to put up with it for a beach day [though he gets Theo to carry him to his towel at times] Richard.

Sand is Sand. If you don't want to deal with it don't go to the beach [tho isn't the wildest fan of it for someone who likes to go barefeet in it]: Tis.

Team [mostly] neutral/ love the beach too much to let it bother them [mostly]: Aleena and Lloyd

Sand is the glitter of the earth and she likes both: Hayden

🍴: Weirdest thing they've eaten?

Lloyd: Frog legs. Don't talk to him. He went home and cried. Never again.

Hayden: Fried crickets. They were good.

Aleena: Turduken.

Tristan: Nothing. Xe isn't a picky eater but if xe isn't sure how xyr body will react to it, xyr is tentative to try it. I think the strangest is probably some weird supernatural candy bc xe could read the ingredients.

Richard: Nothing. Because I'm realizing he IS actually kind of picky.

[fizzytoo]

i’m making salchichon soup tonight who wants to come over

[blog-oscar-iglesias-casado-23675]

Alerta sanitaria: retiran por listeria productos cárnicos de la marca El Capellán

La Agencia Española de Seguridad Alimentaria y Nutrición ha emitido una alerta sanitaria por la presencia de Listeria monocytogenes en productos cárnicos de la marca El Capellán, fabricados en Constantina, Sevilla[1][2][5]. Los productos afectados incluyen chorizos, salchichones y morcillas, distribuidos en varias comunidades autónomas[3][8]. Se recomienda no consumir los lotes afectados y acudir…

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Dos Hombres y Medio - Es salchichon, no salami #2

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[the-invisible-queer]

Why aren't you making fun of Nick at the Cancun show?

BECAUSE BABY BOY WAS SICK AND FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE 😭

I make fun of Nick over mostly harmless things like being short

But making fun of the man when he's down is low hanging fruit to be like "did you hear how bad he sounded last night?"

The raspiness of his voice sounded painful

He tried his best to not have to cancel the show and it makes me want to cry that he loves us so fucking much he'll suffer so he doesn't disappoint us instead of taking the time to take care of himself

I love him with my whole heart and I only give him a hard time when it's deserved and when it's funny and harmless

Like what I want to do is feed him sopa de salchichon and make him tea and take care of the sick boy

But I can't do that so I'm projecting it onto his characters instead

[atlanticmustard]

Evan Williams Gourmet Honey Mustard

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