#so i accidentally cooked a michelin meal for myself

[cobaltfluff]

started the metaphor refantazio demo and I cannot believe this is my experience (I love it)

[sweet-as-an-angel]

LOLLL I was wondering if Dominic would ever get the ick from his obsession?😔 what even are his icks in general 😭?

Hello and thank you for writing in, Sweetie ! This is a very good question ^^.

Basically, any of the following are enough to give Dominic the 'ick':

♡ Darling trying too hard. He likes you because you don't act like you need him as everyone else does; the second he senses a change in that, he's on the back foot and he doesn't like it. He'll do his best to understand why you've suddenly changed your attitude in a rare display of almost-empathy before steering you back onto the path whereupon he can keep romanticising you.

♡ Anyone - and I mean ANYONE - who isn't you touching him. He views people as lesser than him, so, by default, they are not worthy of getting to touch him. Aside from you, of course. But don't pet or prod him too much; he may revoke your physical interaction privileges.

♡ Any food that isn't prepared by a 3 star Michelin chef, his wife, or you. He knows he can trust Marilyn's cooking because he made sure not to marry someone who could cause his accidental death via food poisoning. So, as much as he'd downplay it, Marilyn's cooking is some of the best you'll ever taste.

♡ God forbid Dominic and Marilyn have to go to a guest's house, though; the only thing Dominic is even considering touching is the bread rolls.

♡ He likes your cooking, too, regardless of how complex the dishes. He's just happy that someone's made him something form the heart rather than of expectation, and he can enjoy his meal knowing that you didn't make it with any strings attached. And you'd best believe he's going to tell you how good it was for days to come.

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Can I have a taste?

Veronica leaned into the palm of her hand as she used her fork to push around some of her left over food, doing everything she can to focus on the words this man across from her was saying. Don’t get her wrong, the food itself was insanely delicious but her date was just a plain as they come. She watched him with feigned interest as he rattled on about yet another work story.

Thank god the night was coming towards an end because she doesn’t know how many more boring tales about his business or his golf sessions or whatever else he was into. The asshole didn’t even ask her about her interests or life once this entire night and to top it off he was insanely rude to the staff and had poor table manners. You would think that someone with as much money as he boasted about having he would’ve taken some lessons on proper table etiquette.

She was going to murder Cheryl for setting her up on a blind date this awful. Never again will she do this, no matter how lonely she gets.

“Would you like some dessert?” The waiter asks them.

“No thank you,” Veronica is quick to cut in, “I think we should be on our way.”

Her date gives her a sly smirk that sends chills down her spine in all the wrong ways. He seriously thinks she’s going to sleep with him? Not even if her life depended on it.

She looks at him with disgust as he throws a few hundred dollar bills in the waiters direction, not caring that the poor boy stutters out a ‘thank you.’

“Shall we take this back to my place then?” The man asks, running a hand over his overly slicked back hair.

“Let me just freshen up in the restroom really quickly,” Veronica smiles thinly, not waiting for a response. She tries not to run in the other direction.

Dodging waiters and people around, she walks passed the restrooms briskly and down a random hallway hoping her date won’t see her trying to sneak out.

Veronica looks behind her just to make sure he’s not paying attention when she accidentally bumps into someone causing her to stumble a little bit.

“Oof,” the person huffed. “I’m sorry-“

“No I’m-“ Veronica stops mid sentence when she finally looks up. “Hot,” she finishes, gawking at the man stood before her.

Dressed in a crisp white chefs coat that’s folded up to his elbows to showcase his forearms, a face that even Adonis would be jealous of, and hair as bright red as the blush on his cheeks. She wonders why he wasn’t on the menu for tonight’s special. She’d definitely order seconds to go.

“Um,” he mumbles, “although I do agree that you are hot-“

“What?” She asks, completely mortified when she realizes what she blurted out. “I-I didn’t- I meant to say that you don’t have to be sorry because I bumped to you. So, I’m sorry.”

First a date from hell and now embarrassing herself in front of a hot chef, this is just not Veronica’s night at all.

“Oh,” he laughs, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” he dismisses with a smile.

“I should get going,” Veronica says after a beat of silence.

“Are you lost? You were about to head into the kitchen.”

“No, I was actually-“

“Are you sure you saw her go this way?! She said she was going to the restroom!”

The unmistakable annoying voice of the man she came out with tonight seems to be getting closer with each complaint.

Her eyes widen as the chef’s eyebrows crinkle in a frown.

“What’s that-“

“I wasn’t lost! Just trying to make a quick get away from a blind date gone wrong,” Veronica says quickly. “If you could help a girl out?” She asks, eyes pleading for help.

“Yeah,” He says without any hesitation. “Follow me,” he intruscts, grabbing her arm gently.

She doesn’t have time to dwell on how his touch ignites goosebumps on her skin in the best way. Veronica allows him to pull her through the double doors and into the chaos of the kitchen. Around them the cooking staff hustles to get every meal prepped and plated as fast and efficiently as possible.

“Over here.” He leads her to a secluded area next to a giant fridge with see through doors. She wonders what ingredients could be stored in there. “Stay put until I come back when the coast is clear, okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees with a smile on her lips before it turns into a worried frown. “You won’t get in trouble for this right?”

“No trouble at all,” He gives her an impish smile, as if there’s an on going joke she doesn’t know about.

He walks away without another word.

~

She doesn’t know how long has passed when he returns but she figures it’s been quite sometime since the noise in the kitchen has died down significantly. Veronica is in the middle of posting a few embarrassing pictures she has of Cherly on Instagram as payback for this horrendous night when he tells her that the coast is clear for her to go.

“I took a little longer than expected. I got caught up helping them clean up for the night.”

He’s wearing a chef’s cap that makes his ears stick out adorably. God, he’s so cute she could just-

“Thank you so much,” she says gratefully, stopping her thoughts from venturing elsewhere. “And I really hope I didn’t get you in any trouble. I could speak to your boss and-“

He laughs and Veronica stares at him in confusion.

“What?” She asks impatiently.

“Archie Andrews, Executive Chef and owner of this dump,” He says jokingly, sticking out his hand with a humble smile.

“I would hardly call a three Michelin star restaurant a dump,” Veronica raises a brow but allows him to take her hand. “Veronica Lodge.”

He bows, planting the softest of kisses on her knuckles and she has to hold in a gasp. “A pleasure to meet you, Veronica.”

“Likewise,” she replies in a whisper, fearing that if she speaks any louder her voice will crack.

“Company aside, did you enjoy tonight’s dinner?” Archie asks, leaning back against the steel counter.

“I did,” she answers honestly. “My compliments to the chef.”

“Thank you,” He chuckles.

“Although,” she taps her chin thoughtfully, “I am a little disappointed I wasn’t able to order any dessert.”

“We can fix that right now but I don’t want to keep you if you have other plans.” Archie straightens up a little.

“None at all,” she says immediately, all thoughts of leaving were thrown out the window the second his lips touched her skin.

“Okay,” He claps his hands, looking very pleased, “I’ve been told I make a soufflé that’s out of this world.”

“Then I can’t wait to have a taste,” she says, running her eyes down his figure leisurely.

Veronica revels in the way Archie’s eyes widen at her blatant flirting.

-

By the time he gathers the ingredients and guides her towards a station to get to work, most of the staff has filtered out and said their goodbyes for the night. Archie and Veronica spend the time talking and getting to know each other while she watches him in action. The focus that he has mixing all the ingredients and the ease of how he moves fluidly around her, turns her on like no other.

She finds that he’s as charming and funny as he is handsome. Even though he has to keep an eye on the task at hand, he makes sure that she knows he’s listening to every word that comes out of her mouth.

He’s everything she was hoping to encounter when she agreed to Cheryl’s plan of finding her a new fling. In a way she could thank her for tonight because if it.

“You probably get this all the time but how did you get into cooking?” Veronica asks, mostly because she’s genuinely interested but also because she wants to keep herself intact. She doesn’t think dropping to her knees and getting a taste of him in the middle of his workplace where he handles other people’s food would be sanitary.

“Well-“ he pauses, concentrating on putting the finishing touches on the soufflé and she has to admit it looks almost as delicious as the one who made it. “I was about 10 years old when I cooked my dad an omelette.”

She licks her lips when Archie grabs a spoon, sliding closer to her with the dessert in hand.

“He didn’t want me to do it because he was scared I’d hurt myself with the fire but he hovered over me the entire time when I finally convinced him and the look on his face was priceless after he took his first bite,” he imitates the look and Veronica laughs. “Ever since then I was hooked, cooking every chance I got. My dad actually got me a customized apron for Christmas that I still have till this day.”

There’s a wistful look in his eye that makes her want to reach out and touch his face.

“That’s wonderful,” Veronica says instead. “He must be very proud of what you’ve built.”

“Yeah,” he nods a little solemnly, it causes a twinge in her heart and her curiosity to rise but she doesn’t push. “But enough about that. Here.”

He grabs a spoonful and holds it up to her lips. Veronica keeps her eyes on his as she takes the hole thing in her mouth slowly. She moans at the sweet flavor that bursts all over her tongue. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was out of this world.

With the heady look he’s giving her though, she can’t help but think spending a night rolling around in bed with him might be out of this world too.

“Amazing,” She says, her eyes darting from his eyes to his mouth.

The spoon slips out of his hand and clanks against the stainless steel.

“Can I have a taste?”

Veronica nods but she’s pretty sure he’s not talking about the soufflé anyway.

Turns out she was right because his lips are on hers a second later.

[rubyastari]

It’s Still #Self-Quarantine Time and My Cooking Still Sucks

I’ve seen many people feel proud of this achievement. Two months plus of #self-quarantine / #socialdistancing / #lockdown (depending on where you live) and many people have declared this online:

“I can cook.”

Yay. *slow claps*

Okay, sorry. I just sounded unreasonably bitter there. I need to stop.

Many people have achieved the ability to cook by themselves. Now, I’m not talking about those who have been cooking for as long as they can remember. I’m also not talking about those who have always loved cooking.

I’m referring to those who didn’t use to cook who have finally become those who do – especially thanks to this Covid-19 pandemic. Not only that, but they’re also so used to cooking now and they even love it.

Another plus point: their cooking improves.            

“Then…What About You?”                                        

Who…me??? *attempts to hide and fails miserably*

It’s been over five years since I moved out of my parents’ house to live on my own. I’m sure plenty of people I know have sort of expected that my cooking skill has somehow improved.

About that? Well…hmm, yeah. Good luck with that. Sorry to disappoint you all.

Somehow, my cooking skill is still stuck in the basic. (Shut up. Don’t judge me. Whatever.) It’s not so bad, but at least it’s still decent. It’s passable.

In short, I’m not going to accidentally poison myself or anyone with my own cooking. God, I hope never again will I do so to myself.

So what? Everyone progresses at a different pace. I know I sound like I’m making excuses here, but I don’t care. I still have to share the communal kitchen with other tenants here where I live. I have to be considerate. I don’t always have the kitchen all to myself.

Maybe one day, but I’m not pushing it. I’m taking it slow and easy. I don’t care if some people still think I won’t be a good wife just because I still can’t cook decent enough meals. They can just shove their opinions down their own throats.

I know I’ll never be a Michelin-star chef or like my two best friends Hazel Eyes and Lord Baker – or even my own brother. (Yep, he cooks better than I do – and I’m not ashamed to say that I’m proud of him for that.) I’m not meant to be any of them.

Most importantly, it’s still going to be the same. When I cook, it’s because I really want to, not because people think I should.

 R.