#spicy southern ranch

[deborasmail]

TDon’s Cajun Goods (tdons.com) @tdonscajun is a father and son operation created by Louisiana natives Don Guillory, and son, Daren Guillory, whose passion runs deep with their southern tradition, culture, and high-quality food. Together, they’ve packaged their secret family recipe, free of added salt, sugar, artificial flavors, coloring, MSG, salt extracts and all ingredients are non-GMO.

Did I mention, it’s really good? A staple in my home kitchen.

Add some spice to your life!

Every purchase supports a small business and their big dreams.

Introducing on April 27th,

Spicy Southern Ranch!(pictured & used here to make a delicious salad dressing for a chef salad!)

[truexnfootball]

Meet Your Mama pt2

Am I insane? Yes. Am I releasing this the same day as pt 1? Probably not. Will there be a pt 3? Most definitely. 18+ this time!!

You helped grab Travis 2 week of clothes from his dresser and closet, folded them neatly in his suitcase and zipped it up.

He came up behind you and gave your ass a swat.

"HEY!" you yelled. He only laughed before pulling you into a hug and kissing your head.

"Let me get these for you madame." He said picking up his bags.

"I was hoping you wouldn't make me carry them, their your clothes." You said following him out to your car.

He put his bags in the back of the car and opened your door for you.

"After you m'lady." He said with a goofy grin on his face

"Thank you kind sir." You said pinching his cheek before placing a kiss to the area.

"Your gonna make me blush Y/N." He said mocking your southern accent.

You couldn't help but cackle at how silly he sounded. You couldn't wait for him to meet your family and evidently, put him to some real work on the ranch.

He kept his hand on your thigh the whole way to the airport, stealing a kiss once and again at red lights.

Your parents would pick you both up at the the airport in Dallas once you landed. Travis still has no idea where your going. He's just happy to be with you for 2 weeks.

He parked the car, grabbed both of his and your bags and opened your door for you.

"Trav quit acting like my chauffeur."

"I just love you so much, I want to make you happy." He said smiling at you.

You went to take your bags from him but he quickly stood in the way.

"What do you want now Kelce?"

"Don't think I was gonna let you walk away without paying me." He said tapping his cheek, expecting a kiss.

You let out a sigh and payed him his due, and swiped your bags while he was distracted.

He laughed at the way you sassily walked away from him and hurried after you.

You sat with him, waiting for the call to board the plane. He had headphones on and thankfully couldn't hear when it came over the loudspeaker to board the plane headed to Dallas Love Field Airport.

You both stood up and walked to what he calls "the shutte". He put 2 bags in the overhead storage and you made sure to take the window seat. He settled into the seat next to you and started to doze off. You took the opportunity to nudge your way under his arm and take a nap too.

You woke later to him grunting, as he was just waking up too.

"Good morning to you too big guy." You said looking up at him, laughing a little.

"Mm, are we there yet?" He asked half awake.

"Yeah I guess." You were looking out your window now, getting ready to stand up. The other passengers were getting off, and Travis just wanted to sleep.

"C'mon Trav, we gotta get off." You said climbing over him to grab his right arm in an attempt to pull him up.

"Alright fine." He grumbled, getting annoyed with having to wake up and move.

You grabbed the luggage and Travis was close to follow. You spotted your mom and dad in the parking lot.

You dropped your bags and ran to them. They hugged you and told you how much they missed you. Then he was spotted. The 6'5 hunk you brought with you.

"Oh my god is that..." Your mom started

"Yep, I brought the one and only Travis Kelce with me." You said, pretty damn proud of yourself.

He said hi to both your parents, hugged your mom and shook your dad's hand. Your mom was still shocked as ever with the fact her daughter had brought this stud of a man with her.

They both drove you and Travis to the ranch and showed him around. They had set up another bed in your room for Travis, but you both knew they would be pushed together.

(Editor Ema here, I'm skipping a BUNCH at least to the spicy parts because I wanna include that right about now, so stuffs gonna go quick.)

As your family ate supper, you created small talk with your mom about your life in KC, while your dad talked to Travis about football.

Once you all finished eating, your parents went outside to run some yearlings and you ran upstairs to get changed into pajamas. Know and behold your new man was right behind you as you bent over to grab your jeans off the floor.

"Whew baby, that's one sight that should be the 8th wonder of the world." He said grabbing your ass and pushing lightly on your back.

"Unhand my ass Kelce before I donkey kick you." You said, trying to sound authoritative.

"Awww, pretty girl tryna act tough?" He questioned seductively.

"No, I'm telling you to let me go before you regret this."

"Oh I won't regret a thing sweetheart " he said before picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

You grunted at the impact. Trying to get up, but you felt his hand shove you back down and his large arms cage you in.

"I've waited for this long enough." He said before kissing you roughly. His hands grabbing whatever flesh he could before finally resting one on your left breast and the other on your lower abdomen.

You grabbed his shirt and started to unbutton it while he worked the buttons on your shirt too. Eventually, he got pissed at how long it was taking him, and ripped your shirt in half, discarding it somewhere in the room.

You pushed his shirt off and threw it somewhere and let your hands run over his chest and back. You were too dazed in the heat of the kiss and didn't realize your hand wandered to his crotch, but you knew you felt something hard.

"Watch those hands baby girl, you'll get it soon enough." He said letting out a slight moan before slipping a hand between your legs. He unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers.

"Take them off Trav." You said trying to catch your breath. He slid his boxers off, revealing his thick member which you immediately took in your hand. He moaned and you prayed to God your parents were still outside.

You took the opportunity to push him off you and get on top. He pulled your underwear down and slid into you. Both of you let out moans as you moved up and down his length.

"Fuck baby, that's so good. Your so good to me aren't you?" He started rambling but the little moans he was letting out were so hot you didn't even want to tell him to stop.

"God Trav this hurts." You said slowing down your pace.

He flipped you both over, hoping to make it easier on you.

He started off slow to let you adjust more, and once you did he picked up pace. Before you knew it he was pounding into you with such force you knew you were going to feel him for weeks.

"OH MY GOD TRAV!" you screamed, gripping his shoulders, hoping to ground yourself.

"I got you baby, I'm almost there." He said with a few hard thrusts before you let out a loud moan and your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he leaned over you more.

A few more brutal thrusts and he was coming with you. Both of you were sent into a drunken daze of lust and passion.

You both came down from your high, and he laid next to you. He faced you and smiled.

"God Y/N, I don't know what was better, winning my second Super Bowl or this."

You laughed and kissed his cheek, "Well Trav, I don't know what was better, seeing your ass earlier or this." You grabbed his ass before giving him another kiss.

He pulled you to him and grumbled against your cheek.

"You better stop that or your gonna get it Y/N."

"I wouldn't complain one bit Travvy." You said before wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on him before drifting off to sleep.

Omg this was a piece of work that's for sure 😅. I never wrote smutty stuff like this so if it's weird, please don't hesitate to let me know. I PROMISE rancher Travis is in the next part, I really wanted to dip my toe in smut and I'm not really sure I like how it turned out. Anywho, I've been dealing with another illness, I was 90% sure it was COVID, but I have my taste and smell, just can't breathe in much or it hurts. This is my 3rd time being sick since December. Everything is okay with me and my mom, just hoping my grandma doesn't get it this bad. She's already showing signs of it and I can only help her and pray. Anywho, toodaloo lovelies, off to write pt 3 where we put Sir Travis on a horse 😂. This is gonna be fun.

Here are the @'s for this fic: @elovesjm and @godsfavoritebabe

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[direwolfrules]

Just Some Mandalorian Culture Headcanons (For Literally 2 Planets Cause I Got Bored)

Listen, Mandalorian Space contains several habitable moons and planets, and I just want some minor cultural differences between them.

Draboon:

I’m gonna say Draboon is a mountainous planet with several large swamps because a) the lapis deposits point to some form of igneous intrusion and from what I’ve gleaned from my friend’s geology study guide mountains are a sign of that and b) venom-mites just kinda sound like a swamp creature to me.

Food in Draboon’s mountains is wildly different compared to food in the swamp regions.

The mountains have a higher number of meat and grain dishes, due to the higher altitudes their main sources of food are a species of Star Wars goat and a high altitude grain like space barley. In communities where there’s an active mine stuffed bread pockets with a little handhold (like empanadas) are popular.

The swamps tend to make use of native plants, fish, types of water bird, and even venom-mites in their cooking. Venom-mites have to be prepared a certain way so they won’t kill you, but they’re really spicy in the way all Mando’ade seem to love. Capturing and killing venom-mites in a way that won’t get you torn apart by the swarm is something kids learn from their parents along with how to hand fish, though far more secretive. Every family has their own method and they’ll be damned if they share it with outsiders.

A traditional marriage proposal on Draboon includes a hand carved lapis charm being given, much like a ring. If the proposal is accepted at the wedding the charm is tied to the end of the marriage cord.

The different landmasses have different traditions for what the charm is carved with. In the southern mountain ranges the charm is typically carved with the Mando’a word that the carver feels most represents their beloved. In the northern and eastern ranges, the charm is carved in the shape of two interlocked beskar hearts. In the swamps to the west the carving often features some form of venom-mite, normally in the form of an adversary the couple is fighting off.

Harswee:

On Harswee a couple has to work together to hand weave their own marriage cord. It’s a sort of ritual, the hard work and cooperation they put into creating the cord is meant to represent the work that goes into a successful marriage.

Divorce on Harswee involves unraveling the cord.

Whenever a child is due to be born or a foundling is adopted by a Mando’ad from Harswee their parent(s) start a “rug of life” for them. The kid will work on it throughout their life, most notably after battles and important life events. You’ll gradually begin to see the weaving in the rug get better, more sure of itself as time goes on. When they die the rug is kept by their descendants as a reminder of their life.

The three most popular professions on Harswee (besides being a warrior) are: weaving, ranching wool bearing animals, and farming fiber bearing plants. Textiles are the lifeblood of their economy.

Warriors from Harswee tend to wear woven sash belts in their clan or house colors, instead of the usual girth belts.

Harswee’s environment luckily wasn’t as damaged by war as the central planets in the Mandalore sector, so there are more open air cities and sprawling farms compared to the densely packed dome cities on Mandalore and Kalevala.

In each of Harswee’s three major cities there are monuments to Mandalore the Binder, who’s basically their hometown hero.

The easiest way to make an enemy of a Harswee born Mando is to disrespect Mandalore the Binder. Say anything about their greatest native son and there is a very real chance you won’t make it home alive.

[hoperays-song]

Currently in a HUGE mood for Clay stuff, so how about some Clay Calloway headcanons? Bonus points if it includes Ash

(Yes I did finally watch the full movie for the first time in months, why do you ask)

Yay!! Absolutely, I hope you enjoy!

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Assorted Clay Calloway Headcanons:

He was born and raised in southern Louisiana.

His favourite color is navy blue and forest green depending on when you ask him (he gives everyone a different answer).

Being a huge prankster his whole life, he did get in trouble a lot when he was younger for said pranks.

He competes occasionally in a paintball league in Redshore under the name Ray Malloway (yes they all know it’s him, they’re just not paid enough to rat him out).

Clay’s a really good chef and cooks a lot of cajun and family recipes.

His love languages are gift giving and acts of service, so he will cook for people he cares about.

He sees Ash as a daughter and treats her like such, but will never admit it to her face.

On holidays, he sets out an extra plate in honor of his late wife.

Out of the troupe and their family members, he hangs out with Nana (they had run into each during their youth a few times since they were celebrities) and Marcus (he can relate the most to losing a spouse and can fix his bike for cheap). 

He used to call his wife Rose/Rosey after her favourite flowers.

Clay identifies as a bisexual trans man and was one of the most popular LGBTQIA+ celebrities in the 80s-90s.

He has all of his old stage costumes hidden in a box in his closet. Ash likes to tease him about some of them along with his mohawk phase. He does not appreciate all the photos of both of those things she keeps finding on the internet.

He can speak Louisiana Creole and English fluently, as well as Maori, his wife’s first language.

He will race Ash on their motorcycles whenever there’s free time, as well as taking her to paintball with him.

He’s the worst prankster on staff, constantly messing with the others and always getting away with it since Buster doesn’t believe the kids when they say it was him.

His favourite hobby is gardening and he spends a lot of his free time tending to his flower and herb gardens.

Clay’s favourite food is fried okra with spicy ranch sauce for dipping.

He honestly would have adopted Ash if Buster hadn’t the year before ,but he has taken over the role of her mentor from Nana, and she now is the only person in the world who can actually list themself as Clay Calloway’s protogé.

Clay proposed to his wife with a song.

He got the scars on his nose as a young musician, when he got into a fight with a group of people who were messing with a kid at one of his shows.

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Hope you enjoyed! I’ll send you more later more than likely! <3<3<3 

- <3 Gooseless

[redmeet]

okay i have a question about ur baby boy jake—is he a lil southern country boy? i just realized i’ve been thinking of your jake in IBLBM as from the south, possibly growing up on a farm, but realized that i don’t think that is something that has been explicitly stated in IBLBM. so this is me asking u where u see your jake from !! i feel like it can say a lot abt a character and i think abt him all the time so i want those thoughts to be more accurate, lmao. ty <3

hi friend! thank you so much for the ask!

there have been a couple of mentions/allusions to Jake's provenance in IBLBM so far. in chapter two, we have Azazel talking to Jake: Azazel huffs a laugh. “Be that as it may, you could be home right now with your family. Texas, right?”

later, when Bradley's distracting Jake from his nightmare, there's this exchange:

“I’m a middle child. I like spicy food. I can ride anything, whether it’s got two wheels, four, or legs.��

Bradley makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and Jake laughs in earnest, because okay, he could have phrased that better. “I mean I can ride a horse, Bradshaw. God, get your brain out of the gutter.”

his father has also made mention of Jake's responsibility to look after both his mother and the ranch. to me, Jake grew up on his parent's successful ranch in an affluent-ish part of Texas, working mostly with the horses. I can't say for certain my Jake will always be from Texas in future fics, but he definitely is in IBLBM.

[tremendousmothergoat]

Cowgirl tori, basically just a big soft southwestern accent'ed woman

runs her own ranch (where a lot of the milk is her own)

She's one of the most polite neighbors out there! Even when she has to use a hard tone with the ranchhands or animals, there's still a definite soft edge to what she's saying. She's a master of hearty southern cooking, tons of buttery sugary desserts and spicy savory dinners.

Just don't try and go into the back shed (where the milking machine is), or steal any of her property. Then you'll quickly find out why the goatmom is always so pleasantly plump and full-bodied..

[laurkamkitchen]

Scrolling through my Pinterest looking for sides to go with Remus's Chik-Fil-A burgers, I came across this delicious little gem: Nashville-style hot potatoes. I threw all thoughts of making mac and cheese out the window, as this just seemed like the perfect southern pick to with some delicious fried chicken.

I made this in full, ultimately serving with ranch and Chik-Fil-A sauce. The "optional" step to add the buttermilk mixture into the flour is definitely not to be missed — the crunchier, the better! I've never seen the tip to let the battered pieces dry before frying them, but that's definitely something I'm going to have to keep in mind for future frying ventures.

It turns out that the hot spicy sauce was maybe a little too hot for me. I know it would defeat the main goal of this recipe, but personally, I would just skip it. The potatoes are perfectly flavorful and crispy on their own without it. Nevertheless, this is a great recipe, super flavorful and packed with helpful tips.

[streetfoodspectacle]

[ad_1] By: Shelly Posted: Might 13, 2024 This creamy, tacky King Ranch rooster casserole is brimming with juicy shredded rooster layered with corn tortillas, peppers, and melted cheese. It’s the proper consolation meals for weeknights and potlucks! Love Tex-Mex-inspired rooster casseroles? Strive my fiesta rooster casserole, too! Why You’ll Love This King Ranch Rooster Recipe At present, we’re making the unofficial, official state casserole of Texas: King Ranch rooster. Each creamy, tacky chew is bursting with zesty Tex-Mex flavors! This recipe has shredded rooster, corn tortillas, veggies, and cheese, all layered in a 9×13” casserole dish and baked till gooey and bubbly. Right here’s why you’ll adore it: Hearty. Craving consolation meals? King Ranch rooster is a Southern favourite. It’s good for busy weeknights, household dinners, and potlucks, with tacky layers packed filled with juicy seasoned rooster. Adaptable. My King Ranch rooster recipe is gentle, however it’s straightforward to adapt the substances to present this Tex-Mex casserole extra kick. Take the warmth up a notch with spicy chilies and further seasoning. Make-ahead pleasant. This straightforward rooster casserole may be assembled and/or baked prematurely and saved within the fridge or freezer. Cook dinner as soon as, eat it twice! What Is a King Ranch Rooster Casserole? King Ranch rooster is a savory Tex-Mex casserole made with seasoned pulled rooster layered with veggies, cheese, and corn tortillas, a bit like Mexican chilaquiles. Like different retro casserole recipes from the Nineteen Fifties, it’s made with canned soup. It’s a little bit of a thriller as to the place the title “King Ranch Rooster” comes from. Some say it’s named after the largest ranch within the US, King Ranch, in Texas. There are such a lot of variations on the market. And, I could be biased, however I believe this one’s the perfect! Elements You’ll Want Right here’s what you’ll have to make this flavor-packed King Ranch rooster. Scroll to the recipe card for a printable record of substances. Olive Oil and Butter – For sauteeing. I like to recommend an excellent high quality olive oil and unsalted butter, this fashion you possibly can higher management the general flavors. Onion and Bell Pepper – Yellow onion works nice right here, as does any colour of pepper. I go for chopped crimson bell peppers for the sweetness, however yellow, inexperienced, or orange peppers all add scrumptious crunch. Garlic – Freshly minced garlic makes every thing higher. Cream of Rooster Soup – Wouldn't it be a retro casserole with no can (or two) of condensed soup? You need to use cream of rooster or cream of mushroom soup out of your favourite canned model.  Rooster Inventory – Low-sodium rooster inventory or broth is finest. Even higher, use do-it-yourself rooster inventory in case you have a batch available. It's also possible to use vegetable inventory. Shredded Rooster – I like to make use of rotisserie rooster, however any cooked, shredded rooster does the trick, whether or not it’s cooked at residence or store-bought. See under. Seasonings – This recipe makes use of a Tex-Mex mix of chili powder, cumin, cayenne pepper, salt, and black pepper. You may substitute the person spices with taco seasoning or fajita seasoning. Corn Tortillas – You’ll want about 12 corn tortillas for this casserole. Corn tortillas are sturdier than flour tortillas and gained’t flip soggy as rapidly. Cheese – Grated cheddar, or a Mexican cheese mix. Different good choices are Monterey Jack, Pepper Jack, or Asiago cheese. For the meltiest outcomes, grate the cheese from the block (fairly than shopping for pre-shredded cheese). What Sort of Rooster Ought to I Use? King Ranch rooster historically requires shredded roasted rooster, however with regards to the rooster you employ for this casserole recipe, there are a number of choices: Rotisserie Rooster – My fave! Decide up a rotisserie rooster out of your native deli or grocery store.

This feature is nice in the event you’re brief on time. All you must do is carve it and shred it. DIY Rooster – Boiled rooster is a fast and simple option to prepare dinner rooster for shredding. Alternatively, you possibly can prepare dinner rooster breasts, rooster thighs, or a complete rooster within the oven or on the grill to make use of on this recipe. Leftover Rooster – I really like utilizing leftovers in rooster casseroles. When you have leftover baked rooster or grilled rooster, go forward and shred it in your King Ranch casserole.  How you can Make King Ranch Rooster  Let’s get began! This straightforward casserole comes collectively in a number of fast steps. Scroll right down to the recipe card for printable directions. Saute the onions and peppers. Add the opposite substances. Cook dinner the veggies. First, you’ll need to saute the onion and bell pepper in a big skillet with olive oil and slightly butter. Afterward, stir within the garlic. Mix. Subsequent, stir in two cans of cream of rooster soup, about half of the inventory, after which the seasonings. Add rooster. Stir to coat. Add the rooster. Dump in your shredded rooster. Stir to coat, and let that come to a simmer. Layer corn tortillas in a baking dish. Prime with rooster filling, and repeat. Assemble the casserole. Take the pan off the warmth. To a greased 9×13” casserole dish, add the remainder of the rooster inventory. Tear the tortillas in half and organize these over prime, adopted by ⅓ of the rooster combination. Repeat, layering the tortillas between the rooster filling till every thing’s used up. Sprinkle over the shredded cheese. Bake! End and bake. Lastly, sprinkle on the cheese, cowl the casserole tightly with foil, and bake at 350ºF for 40 minutes. Let the casserole relaxation for 10 minutes earlier than slicing. Suggestions and Variation Concepts Listed below are some remaining tricks to take advantage of your King Ranch rooster, plus some straightforward variation concepts. Completely different veggies. Make this casserole with broccoli, candy corn, or spicy jalapeños. Black beans, pinto beans, or chipotle in adobo would additionally style superb! Add a can of Rotel. To make extra of a basic King Ranch rooster casserole, toss in a can of Rotel diced tomatoes and chilies. You need to use sizzling or gentle. Assemble in two casserole dishes. As an alternative of utilizing a 9×13” casserole dish, make this casserole in two 8×8” (or 9×9”) baking dishes. Bake one now, and freeze the second for later! See under for simple make-ahead directions. What To Serve With King Ranch Rooster Casserole I really like to complete my King Ranch rooster with a dollop of bitter cream and a garnish of contemporary cilantro. Sliced inexperienced onions are additionally tasty. With its tacky rooster and a great deal of veggies, this casserole doesn’t want a lot else! It’s scrumptious served by itself or with a aspect of cornbread, do-it-yourself garlic knots, or a easy inexperienced salad. Can I Make This Casserole Forward? Completely. Unbaked King Ranch rooster is nice to freeze and reheat for last-minute dinners down the street. Put together the casserole as directed, after which cowl it with plastic wrap adopted by a layer of foil. If you’re prepared, take away the plastic wrap and bake the casserole beneath foil for 1 hour at 350ºF (if baking from frozen). Storing and Reheating Leftovers Refrigerate. Retailer any leftover King Ranch rooster in an hermetic container within the fridge for as much as 5 days. Reheat. Heat the casserole within the oven beneath foil till it’s sizzling all through. It's also possible to reheat particular person servings within the microwave. Freeze. It's also possible to freeze leftover cooked King Ranch rooster for as much as 1 month. I like to recommend portioning the leftovers into servings to make them fast and simple to reheat. Freeze the casserole in freezer-safe hermetic containers or double-wrapped in plastic wrap, and defrost within the fridge earlier than reheating.

Extra Rooster Dinner Concepts Print clock clock iconcutlery cutlery iconflag flag iconfolder folder iconinstagram instagram iconpinterest pinterest iconfb fb iconprint print iconsquares squares iconcoronary heart coronary heart iconcoronary heart strong coronary heart strong icon Description This creamy, tacky King Ranch rooster casserole layers juicy shredded rooster with corn tortillas, peppers, and melted cheese. It’s the proper weeknight consolation meals! 1 tablespoon olive oil 1 tablespoon butter 1/2 cup diced onion 1/2 cup diced crimson bell pepper 2 cloves garlic, minced 2 cans cream of rooster soup 1 cup rooster inventory, divided 3 cups cooked and shredded rooster (I like to make use of rotisserie) 1/2 teaspoon chili powder 1 teaspoon cumin 1 teaspoon floor black pepper 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper 1 teaspoon kosher salt 12 Corn Tortillas 2 cups grated cheddar cheese Preheat the oven to 350°F. Frivolously coat a 9×13 baking dish with cooking spray, and put aside. In a big skillet, warmth the olive oil and butter on medium warmth.  Add within the onion and crimson bell pepper and prepare dinner for 7 minutes or till mushy and translucent. Add within the garlic and prepare dinner for 1 minute.  Stir within the cream of rooster soup, 1/2 cup of the rooster inventory, chili powder, cumin, pepper, cayenne and salt. Combine within the rooster and stir to coat. Deliver the combination to a simmer and take away it from the warmth. Assemble: Add the remaining 1/2 cup of rooster inventory to the ready baking dish. Tear 4 tortillas in half and organize them evenly on the rooster inventory within the pan. Unfold 1/3 of the rooster combination over the tortillas. Repeat this course of 2 extra occasions utilizing all of the combination and all 12 tortillas. Sprinkle the cheese on prime and canopy tightly with aluminum foil.  Bake coated for 40 minutes. Take away the casserole from the oven and permit it to sit down coated for 10 minutes earlier than serving. Notes Retailer hermetic within the fridge for as much as 5 days. Make forward directions: Prep and assemble the casserole because the recipe states. Cowl tightly with cling wrap after which with foil. Freeze for as much as 3 months. If you’re able to get pleasure from, take away the cling wrap and get well with the foil. Bake for 1 hour at 350°F from frozen. Need To Save This Recipe?Discover extra recipes like this: [ad_2]

[losinqminds]

(  laura harrier,  cis woman,  she/her  )  —    just  announced,  TATUM WILDER  has  been  cast  as  ANDIE ANDERSON in  the  upcoming  HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS  reboot.  the  thirty three  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the  sharp-tongued one liners as answers to invasive interview questions, lethal mix of brutal honesty and unwavering grace, chasing the temporary relief of taking out the pain on a punch bag, pair of sunglasses perched on the tip of her nose, unbroken stride throughout her return to the spotlight  that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  tenacious,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  brazen.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  how they do a spot on britney spears impression during karaoke night  will  let  people  know  them  better.

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name : tatum alexandra wilder. nickname : occasionally gets called tate by friends. age : thirty three. birthday : february 9, 1991. zodiac sign : aquarius. gender : cis woman. sexual orientation : bisexual. place of birth : montrose, colorado. current residence : los angeles, california. traits : tenacious, brazen, sanctimonious, empathetic, headstrong, forthright, charismatic, poised, confident, judgmental. likes : kickboxing, visiting home, taking pictures as mementos of good times, singing in the shower, deep red lipsticks, finding a hidden gem in a thrift store, going on long hikes with dkjfdkdf, kissing, red wine, spicy foods, motorsports, boiling hot showers, mountain climbing. dislikes : falling asleep alone at night, interviewers who don't take no for an answer, people who beat around the bush, having her privacy disrespected, complicated puzzles, journaling, being late.

background.

tw: mentions of death, drug & alcohol abuse. will be noted in the intro as they pop up. — tatum  wilder  was  born  and  raised  on  a  ranch  on  two  thousand  something  acres  of  land  in  colorado,  where  her brothers  taught her  how  to  ride  a  horse  before  she  could  ride  a  bike  and  there  was  not  a  soul  within  a  mile  radius  of  the  place  she  called  home. maybe  it  explains  why  she  grew  so  close  to  them.  her  parents  and  her  older  brothers,  that  was.  not  that  a  young  tatum  would  ever  have  admitted  to  the  fact  that  she  couldn't  stand  to  be  without  them.  not  when  the  temptation  of  leaving  for  bigger  and  better  things  was  like  a  poison  apple. that realization would only come years down the line. — she  always  believed  she  was  destined  for  something  more.  call  it  a  prepubescent  girlhood  dream,  but  she  envisioned  her  name  written  in  shiny  lights  and  the  deafening  sound  of  applause  as  she  entered  the  stage.  in  her  reality,  that  dream  boiled  down  to  her  brothers  playing  unwanted  parts  in�� her  made  up  performances,  sitting  her  parents  down  on  the  living  room  couch  to  witness  her  choreographed  dance  moves  or  singing  her  renditions  of  the  songs  from  mulan and aladdin  in  the  empty  stables. — in  due  time  it  all  led  to  the  bigger  and  better  she  was  looking  for.  living  room  performances  became  lead  roles  in  high  school  plays,  and  auditions  with  her  local  theatre  group  turned  to  drama  school  in  southern  california.  everything  aligned  for  the  torturous  process  of  auditioning,  until  she  found  the  needle  in  the  haystack.  the  yes  among  all  those  telling  her  no. — she  was  twenty  when  she  got  her  big  break.  cast  in  supernatural  drama  teen  wolf,  one  season  turned  her  from  a  name  no  one  recognized  to  the  person  everyone  wished  to  be.  in  those  years,  life  felt  like  a  permanent daydream where miracles stacked upon more miracles and she could get drunk off the feeling of money, power and fame. — she  didn't  need  to  experience  the  ride  alone.  tatum  and  emily  halliwell  were  former  roommates,  and  attached  at  the  hip  since  drama  school.  their  simultaneous  rise  to  fame  ensured  their  two  names  were  spoken  in  a  single  breath,  and  one  was  rarely  seen  without  the  other  at  official  events  and  red  carpets.  there  seemed  to  be  no  tatum  without  emily,  and  vice  versa. until the news broke, and tatum disappeared off the face of the earth for years to come. — tw death, drugs & alcohol: life  may  have  felt  like  a  dream  before.  but  never  had  there  been  a  harsher  wake  up  call.  the  name  of  emily  halliwell  suddenly  started  to  pop  up  on  magazine  covers,  with  pictures  of  her  and  an  unknown  man  holding  hands  as  they  exited  a  club  in  downtown  los  angeles.  headlines  chanted  about  the  now  ruined  showmance,  and  the  broken  heart  of  hollywood's  latest  heartthrob.  emily  halliwell  caught  with  mystery  man.  emily  halliwell's  steamy  affair.  the  cheating  scandal  broke  the  internet,  and  in  turn  emily.  faced  with  online  death  threats  and  the  press  that  questioned  her  integrity  at  every  turn,  she  was  caught  up  in  a  downward  cycle.  and  her  best  friend  to  watch  from  the  sidelines,  as  she  got  fired  from  her  job  over  her  deteriorating  mental  health,  turned  to  the  bottle  and  her  entire  reputation  was  wrecked  further  while  her  ex  kissed  the  cheek  of  the  newest  girl  on  the  block.  hopeless  and  helpless,  tatum  received  a  phone  call  in  late  2016  informing  her  that  a  bad  mix  of  alcohol  and  medication  took  the  life  of  her  best  friend.

— tatum  could  no  longer  stand  to  look  at  any  part  of  the  hollywood  lifestyle.  completely  disillusioned  with  a  world  that  no  longer  seemed  so  bright,  and  overcome  with  a  sense  of  grief,  she  needed  to  get  out.  tatum  wilder  disappeared  from  the  public  eye  at  the  start  of  the  following  year.  she  was  absent  during  the  premieres  of  the  final  season  of  teen  wolf,  and  her  previously  confirmed  roles  as  layla  keating  in  all  american  and  patrice  in  blackkklansman  were  long  forgotten  and  passed  onto  the  next  wide  eyed  dreamer. — she  returned  to  colorado,  where  she  was  received  with  open  arms  by  those  that  viewed  her  rise  to  fame  from  afar.  whereas  she  despised  the  peace  and  quiet  as  a  child,  the  sensation  of  being  all  alone  in  the  world  brought  a  sense  of  relief  now.  she  doesn't  step  back  into  the  public  eye  for  four  years,  hidden  away  in  her  childhood  bedroom  in  colorado  instead  and  trading  expensive  cars  and  red  carpets  for  horse  riding  trails  and  the mountains. — a  return  to  hollywood  seems  inevitable.  there  is  a  yearning  ache  to  continue  what  she  loves  to  do  most,  even  when  she  no  longer  has  the  comfort  of  naivety  to  make  it  all  easier.  she  returns  almost  six  years  later,  unrecognizable.  with  mixed  feelings  and  a  healthy  dosis  of  cynicism. — the  new  tatum  wilder  is  a  breath  of  fresh  air  to  some,  and  the  epitome  of  a  nightmare  to  others.  with  everyone  and  all  complicit  in  the  toxicity  that  led  to  the  tragedy  that  plagued  her  for  years,  she  decides  she  doesn't  owe  anyone  but  herself.  she  refuses  to  people  please,  whether  that  be  directors,  fans  or  the  press.  she refuses to walk on eggshells around those that care so little for her. she  does  not  dance  around  topics  she  should  not  speak  about.  she  is  open,  and  honest,  perhaps  sometimes  brutally  too.  she  calls  out  interviewers  who  cross  a  line  in  their  questions,  tells  the  paparazzi  to  treat  her  like  a  human  being  when  they  demand  her  attention,  and  refuses  to  live  her  life  at  the  beck  and  call  of  her  agents. without batting her eyelashes, or losing her cool. — she  has  gotten  a  reputation  for  being  particularly  bullheaded,  and  being  rather  hard  to  work  with.  and  maybe  those  stories  about  her  aren't  entirely  wrong.  but  she  is  for  once  in  control  of  it  all.  and  in  a  position  to  make  real  change,  even  when  that  means  she  has  to  step  on  some  toes.

headcanons.

— ever  since  her  return,  she  has  been  outspoken  about  playing  her  part  in  the  empowerment  of  women  and  especially  women  in  this  industry.  speaks  openly  about  mental  health,  works  with  various  feminist  organizations  and  initiatives  and  has  vouched  to  use  her  position  for  good.  would  definitely  encourage  fans  to  vote  during  elections,  and  do  rather  large  (private)  donations  to  charity  whenever  she  can.  the  only  thing  she  does  still  refuse  to  talk  about  is  what  happened  to  her  friend.  she  will  tell  herself  it  is  because  she  refuses  to  use  and  abuse  the  tragedy,  but  in  reality  it  is  because  she  might  not  be  ready  to  talk. — feels  a  lot  more  connected  to  her  home  and  her  family  ever  since  returning.  absolutely  loves  rock  climbing,  does  have  a  soft  spot  for  horseback  riding  and  spends  more  time  with  her  family  since.  she  had  a  little  bit  of  her  hannah  montana  moment,  in  a  way. — has  picked  up  kickboxing  as  a  hobby  over  the  years.  something  she  started  as  a  way  to  put  her  emotions  into  actions,  but  that  has  become  a  habit.  also  loves  to  thrift.  has  a  tendency  to  find  hidden  gems  in  thrift  stores  and  use  it  as  the  basis  of  her  outfits.  wears  some  designer  on  red  carpets,  but  for  interviews  and  other  appearances  will  often  rely  on  pieces  from  her  own  closet.  definitely  into  fashion  as  well,  but  doesn't  necessarily  work  tons  with  big  name  brands  and  mostly  posts  fashion  content  and  thrifting  content  on  her  socials. — surprisingly  good  singer,  but  even  better  at  impressions.  most  of  all  she  does  a  killer  britney  spears  impression,  and  most  definitely  has  an  outfit  to  resemble  the  baby  one  more  time  music  video  in  her  closet.  but  she  also  does  a  half  decent  shakira  and  ariana  grande. — she's  got  a  brown  labrador  named  pepper  that  is  her  entire  world.  takes  her  on  long  hikes  and  runs  whenever  she  can,  and  they  are  thick  as  thieves.  posts  a  little  too  many  videos  of  her  on  her  socials  but  she  refuses  to  make  her  an  own  instagram  account.

post credits.

FILMS. — 2022: glass onion: a knives out mystery as andi / helen brand — 2023: barbie as author barbie — 2025: how to lose a guy in 10 days as andie anderson TV SHOWS. — 2011 to 2017: teen wolf as lydia martin — 2022: the white lotus as daphne sullivan — 2023: daisy jones & the six as daisy jones more tba (?)

wanted connections.

because  i  am  woefully  unprepared  for  this  part  and  tatum  is  a  brand  new  character,  i'll  mostly  focus  on  plotting  any  type  of  connections  (positive  or  negative,  and  platonic, familial  or  romantic)  in  direct  messages.  through  brainstorming,  i  will  throw  some  suggestions  at  you  based  on  how  i  think  tatum  would  mesh  with  your  muse(s).  below  there  will  still  be  a  list  of  specific  wanted  connections  i  am  looking  for,  which  i'll  continue  to  update  throughout.  if  this  is  something  you're  interested  in,  please  do  let  me  know  and  i  would  love  to  chat  more  about  it! — dog parents: they are dog parents and their dogs are absolutely obsessed with each other. we're talking organizing playdates and meeting each other in the park and going on hikes together on sunday mornings. maybe it's a cute, little friendly activity. maybe it's a romantic meetcute moment. but also maybe their dogs are best friends but tatum and this other muse can't stand each other for silly reasons, but they need to get over it for the sake of their spoiled pups. — friends from before: maybe  some  friends  she  has  known  from  before  her  comeback.  it  would  make  for  a  very  complex  relationship,  because  she  isn't  the  same  person  as  she  was  back  then.  maybe  they  feel  betrayed  by  her  leaving  without  much  notice.  maybe  they  didn't  stay  in  contact  throughout  it  all.  maybe  they  were  hit  equally  hard  by  what  happened  to  a  mutual  friend.  maybe  they  did  stay  in  contact  throughout  the  years  she  went  back  home,  and  they  have  now  reunited.  maybe  they  are  stronger  than  ever,  or  maybe  they  have  trouble  recognizing  who  they  once  knew. — exes: maybe  similarly  to  the  point  previously,  it  would  be  so  interesting  to  see  someone  she  dated  before  her  disappearance  from  the  spotlight.  either  on  good  or  bad  terms.  they  knew  a  version  of  her  that  no  longer  exists,  and  seeing  each  other  again  will  be  interesting  to  say  the  least.  maybe  it  reawakens  some  feelings,  maybe  she  cannot  stand  to  look  at  them  anymore  because  they  remind  her  of  a  painful  past,  and  maybe  they  are  a  source  of  comfort? — some random ideas: (former) costars, flings she tries not to get attached to, maybe fellow women she works with a lot in terms of activism and advocacy, best friends, enemies with benefits, frenemies who try to stay civil but are also openly disliking each other, someone who gets on her nerves enough to make her wanna break the calm and collected exterior, celebrity crushes, rumoured to be together, get shipped by fans but secretly dislike each other, pr relationship that she actually agreed to because she trusts them, public feud.

[deborasmail]

oh, it’s just a chef salad with some ‘spicy southern ranch’ dressing.

Spice & recipe coming soon to TDONS.com

2023 ©️ debora smail

[ainews]

Bandanas are making an appearance on the menus of some of the top restaurants in the United States. As a traditional Southern dish, a fried bandana is a battered, deep-fried pork, beef, or chicken product that is typically served with a tangy or spicy sauce.

The dish has been around for many years, but has recently experienced a resurgence in popularity. Restaurants are serving dishes like fried chicken bandanas, Cuban-style pork bandanas, and Texas-style Beef Bandos. Chef Gordon Ramsay of the television show "Hell's Kitchen" even served a version of fried pork bandanas for his restaurant in Las Vegas.

The origin of the bandana dish is believed to go back to the West Indies. It was a popular dish served by working-class African Americans. The fried batter, known as "toopo," was made from cornmeal, flour, and seasonings. The meat used for the dish was usually tougher cuts of beef, pork, and chicken.

The dish is often served with a dipping sauce of some sort, and chefs are getting creative with the flavors. Common dipping sauces include tangy barbecue sauces, ranch, and various other cream-based sauces.

The popularity of the fried bandana among chefs and foodies has increased to the point that it is now being served in restaurants all over the country. Because the inside of the dish is cooked quickly while the outside of the dish is tender, it has become a favorite among those who enjoy fried foods.

The dish can also be served in a variety of sizes, making it easy to feed a variety of people. For example, a large bandana can be divided up and served as individual portions. It can also be cut into small cubes for a unique appetizer.

Overall, the fried bandana has a lot of potential for creative chefs, who can create unique flavor combinations and presentations with this traditional Southern dish.

[holycolor]

Mexican Pizza Recipe pepper, salsa, and refried beans Jack cheese adds a southern twist to the traditional pizza! To temper the heat, add green onions, shredded romaine, and ranch dressing on top. 1 cup shredded pepper Jack or Monterey Jack cheese, 1 pre-baked Italian pizza crust, 3 medium green onions thinly sliced, 1/4 cup crumbled tortilla chips, 2 cups shredded hearts of romaine lettuce, 1/4 cup ranch dressing, 1 cup salsa divided, 1/2 can spicy fat-free refried beans*

[arjaandsimoni]

Bet Your Life

Smith family ranch, early evening

Now that things had calmed down, the extended Smith family had agreed on one thing. Insane circumstances or not, Nelen and the kids had saved their lives that night and as firm believers in southern hospitality they refused to let a good deed go unrewarded.

Two huge picnic tables were set up outside the ranch, laden with fresh roast beef, potato salad, green beans, and other southern traditions. In deference to Arja and Simoni’s dietary restrictions they had even baked some drumsticks and had pulled pork for sandwiches.

“Eat up ya’ll!” grinned Joseph, waving his cane. “Ya’ll done right by us, but we ain’t gonna be savin’ ya from the boogums. Best we can do is make sure yer tanks are full fer whatever lies ahead.”

Simoni chewed a bit on the chicken, then blinked, then started scarfing it down with much more gusto. She had been eyeing the red meat, but the drumsticks were spicy with a hint of lime and some other tastes she couldn’t identify. “Holy dang these are sooooo good!” she said through a mouthful of masticated meat, washing it down with some soda. “Tara did you make these?” she asked, looking across the table.

Tara smirked, “Nope, believe it or not that was my lil’ cowboy here.” she grinned, pointing to Tex as his face reddened.

Simoni turned to Tex, her eyebrows going up. “OH! Um… w-well, you did a really good job…” she blushed.

Tex shrugged it off, looking a bit flustered as Stephy giggled, “I helped, but yeah. Tex actually cooks a lot back home too. Honestly he does it more than Tara does. She mostly manages the garden out back.”

Tex’s face reddened deeper, “Jus’ a recipe I picked up as a kid…” he muttered sheepishly.

Nelen took up a piece of ribs and tore the meat off with his teeth, then gestured with the now empty bone, “Hey. Don’t knock it. It’s a damn useful skill to have. Would’ve saved me and Dawn a ton of money over the years… though almost none of the places we stayed at had the tools anyways.” he shrugged as Dawn pulled the crispy skin off a drumstick, then ripped the meat apart with her fangs, purring loudly.

Tex grinned a bit, “I mean, jus’ a hobby. Not like cookin’ is, yanno, inherently girly…” he coughed, blushing.

Dawn chewed, swallowed, then counted off on her fingers, “… Emeril Lagasse, Paul Prudhomme, Wolfgang Puck, Gordon Ramsey.” she said, glancing up.

They all turned to look at her, she sighed, “Food. Network. I grew up watching cable TV. In hotels. Seriously guys I’m starting to get sick of this gag!” she mrowled in annoyance, then lapped some water out of her glass, “Point is, plenty of guy chefs out there. Besides, no cat is gonna gripe at any human knowing how to make food.” she grinned widely.

The only one in absentia was Natasha, who had remained at the bed & breakfast in the nearby town. The sun was still up after all, and it wasn’t like she could sample the goods anyways. Vampirism came with many drawbacks and one of the bigger ones was that it wasn’t just that she had to drink blood, its that it was all she could eat or drink. Vampires were hemovores and ingesting anything except blood would result in a rather violent case of indigestion. Not on the level of Merihim’s wrath, but someone would still have to clean that up.

Arja grinned, chowing down on a pulled pork sandwich with eagerness, “Still, gotta love American food. Not as spicy as the stuff back home for my taste, but you can’t beat it for good comfort stuff.”

Nearby Sammi idly picked at his green beans and mashed potatoes, “So you say Arja… pity that its far too spicy for the likes of me…” he sighed.

Tex frowned a bit at that, patting Stephy’s hand, “Wish ya’ll’d warned us about that lil’ filly. We’d have made sure to make some plain ones fer ya.” he grinned apologetically.

“Its okay Tex!” he smiled back, “I mean heck, you know how I used to live. ANY food is good food as far as I’m concerned.” he nodded.

Nearby Lupe dug into a plate of torn up beef and pork, her tail kicking up a proverbial dust storm behind her as the feral werewolf had the feast of her life so far. Natasha took good care of her, but no vampires would ever be good chefs. She sat up after licking the bowl clean, licking her chops with a big doggy grin, then her head perked up and she sniffed at the air. “Rrf?” she grunted, looking around, then got to her feet and padded off, sniffing at the ground as she followed her nose.

Simoni looked up from her plate, watching her go, “Hey, where’s Lupe going?” she asked.

Dawn grinned, “Probably gonna go mark her territory.” she grinned as Elizabeth frowned, but both Tim and Jessie laughed.

Lupe’s mind wasn’t on making room for seconds as it were however. She smelled something… unusual… she followed it to a seemingly random patch of dirt near the fence surrounding the farm, then started to dig. A moment later a loud pained YELP echoed across the field.

Stephy and Tex jumped up along with Arja and Simoni, the four racing off in the direction the werewolf had gone, only to find her whining and licking at her forepaws which now sported nasty looking blisters! “Ho dang… what the heck coulda done this to ‘er? Thought werewolves were supposed ta be super tough or somethin!” he said, examining her burns.

Stephy however looked at the hole she had dug up, seeing something shiny in the dirt. “… Silver…” he whispered, reaching down and scooping out the loose earth, “She burned herself on it. There’s something in here..." he murmured, pulling out a small solid silver box inscribed with a crucifix and the names of several saints.

“Blessed silver…” murmured Simoni, “Someone really went out of their way to protect whatever is in there…”

Stephy froze the lock with a quick whisper, then smacked it with a rock to shatter it, the soft metal made brittle enough that even he could break it, then popped it open.

Inside was a small leather-bound journal, the faerie opened it and read the first page, his eyes going huge. “Tex… you need to see this…” he said, handing it over.

Tex took it from him, “This journal belongs to Edward Smith…” he read, then stared, “T-that was my uncle! He disappeared ages ago, we all thought he’d run off to another state or somethin’!”

The Texan boy flipped through the pages, all the way to the back, then paused at the last one, “… oh shit…” he murmured, reading aloud, “… ‘I’ve finally found it, th’ secret of that bastard McCall’s power. He ain’t th’ great grandson of th’ founder o’ McCall Amusements, he IS th’ founder! He’s been keepin’ himself alive fer years by lurin’ in people with gamblin’ debt ‘n gettin’ ‘em ta bet their lives, then winnin’ ‘em!’” he said, his eyes darting along the page.

Stephy gasped as Simoni frowned, “That’s why he’s so eager to get his hands on the ranch. This journal exposes his secret!” she nodded.

Stephy shook his head, “Exposes it to people like us, but no mundane is gonna believe that. They’ll just think Tex’s uncle was crazy.”

Tex read on however, “… ‘Whats more, I know how ‘e does it. The bastard sold his soul ta a demon from Hell itself, and I know which one! I daren’t write his name ‘ere, but I’ve drawn his sigil below… Knowin’ it lets ya’ll demand a poker game with McCall. I’m gonna try ta put an end ta this tonight… but if I fail, I beg whoever finds this, finish what I started! Monsters like him shouldn’t walk th’ earth…’”

He lowered the journal. On the page was a drawing of a sigil. Even though it was drawn in pencil the lines seemed to glow a baleful crimson:

As he looked it over a shadow fell over the group. Nelen stood there, “Whats up guys? Lupe okay?” he asked, then saw the journal and what was on the page, his eyes going wide as his arm suddenly spasmed violently! “AGH! SHIT!” he snarled, grabbing it and pinning it down.

“Nelen! We found out why those vampires came to the ranch! The one who sent them, Henry McCall the Casino Owner, he’s a warlock!” said Stephy, pointing to the symbol on the page, “That’s his patron, but the book says if we know who it is we can demand a poker match and all we have to do is beat him to get rid of him.”

Nelen looked at it again, shaking his head, “No. No way. I know who that one is, don’t even think about it.” he frowned.

“Don’t even…” started Tex, “That son of a bitch tried ta kill my family!” he shouted, standing up.

“Yeah! I know, and he’s a compete bastard for doing so, but you do NOT want to go up against that!” he snapped back, pointing at the sigil.

Tex glared, “Why. Gimme one good reason.” he frowned at him.

“That is the sigil of one of the seven archdukes of Hell, the personifications of the Seven Deadly Sins.” he warned, “He’s out of your league, my league, all our leagues. My best suggestion is send that journal to him anonymously and hope he goes the hell away.” he nodded firmly.

Tex glared back, then slowly nodded, “… okaaaay, that’s a pretty good reason… but would that even stop ‘im? He’d know we’d seen it then! He might just send some other nasties ta silence us permanently!” he shouted.

Nelen frowned, then after a long moment he sighed, “I don’t have a good answer to that, but take it from me Tex. You do not wanna tangle with Hell. I’m not going to give you the bullshit feel good stuff the preachers do. Faith is no more your shield than a garbage can lid there. If a demon gets his hands on you, there’s not enough prayer in the world to save you then.”

He nodded curtly, then walked back to the picnic tables as the four of them stood up slowly, “Damn… dammit he’s really scared. That guy fuckin’ drove over a vampire last night ‘n let another bite ‘im and he’s scared…” frowned Tex.

Simoni nodded, “He’s got good reason to be.” she replied. “If McCall has one of the seven on his side then he really is too powerful for us Tex…” she warned, glancing at him.

Tex just grumbled, sticking the journal in his back pocket and going over to the tables as well. After a minute the other four joined him.

Later that night

Azure wings soared out over the desert as Stephy flew towards the lights of Houston, aiming towards one huge building in particular. McCall Amusements, a casino built right along the gulf coast near a very profitable stretch of beach, right near all the best restaurants, a glittering tower to all the money that could be made with a throw of the dice or a turn of the card. Riding on his back, holding on as tight as he could, was Tex.

Stephy landed out of sight, letting Tex slide off him, and changed back, taking his sandals back from Tex and sliding them on. “We’re really doing this huh?” he asked.

“Look, I get wut yer cousin’ said… but I know I’m right too. Even if we turned th’ journal over ta McCall that’d just tell ‘im that we know now, ‘n he’d prolly just have his boys torch the ranch or somethin’.” he sighed.

Stephy nodded, “Yeah, but if the journal is right he’s been doing this for years and years… I mean this place was founded during the old days of the Wild West wasn’t it? He’s gotta be an incredibly good poker play-…” he started as a bus hissed to a stop nearby, the doors opening as a pair of heels beat out an angry rhythm towards them.

“What. Bloody part. Of ‘I must stay near you and your’s’ do you not GET?!”  snapped Sammi. “The YOU part is the important one!” he huffed, folding his arms over his torso. He was dressed in the same silken shirt, slacks, and dress shoes he’d worn to dinner, but his hair looked a lot more messy than usual and his shirt was rumpled. Sitting on his shoulder with a huge grin was Dawn in her cat form.

Stephy stared at his faerie sibling, looking him up and down as if unable to believe he was actually there. “How…” he started…

Sammi sighed, looking up, “Freak minor earthquake made me take a tumble out the bedroom window onto a cow who bolted in panic at the sudden shaking and ran all the way to the nearest town before bucking me into a truck which then drove all the way here to Houston with me hanging onto the rear bumper for dear life. From there it made sense why and I just needed a bus schedule.” he huffed in an annoyed way.

Stephy blinked slowly, “That’s how Fate conspires to keep us together huh?” he asked.

Sammi frowned, “You flew off to Houston, sometimes Fate won’t be subtle about it.” he nodded firmly, glaring at his adoptive sibling.

Stephy nodded, “Okay fair enough, but why is DAWN here?” he asked, gesturing to the feline sitting astride Sammi’s shoulder like a grinning furry parrot.

Two hours earlier

Dawn looked up at Nelen as he got his shirt off for bed, “You know they’re going to go.” she smirked at him.

Nelen sighed, “Yeah, I know. So what I want YOU to do is go with them. If shit hits the fan teleport them to safety and initiate plan fifty-three and a half.” he replied.

Dawn grinned, “Run like hell from Hell, right. Knowing how this goes Sammi should be showing up right aboooooout…”

From outside the window came a distant voice, “BLOODY BEAST STOP RUNNING! STOP! AUGH! OH NO NO NO NO NO!”

Dawn cackled, “There’s my ride, gotta go!” she grinned widely, then vanished with a poof.

Houston, Outside of McCall Amusements

Dawn just smirked and licked at her paw, “Oh, you know cats. We always turn up when there’s fun to be had.” she giggled, her tail swishing as she teleported from Sammi’s shoulder to Stephy’s, stretching out across his shoulders like a mink stole and yawning widely.

The four of them looked up at the Casino, then began to walk up towards the entryway. The doorman however stopped them. “Sorry kids, nobody under twenty-one years of age in the Casino without a parent or guardian. Feel free to come back in a few years.”

Dawn grinned widely, her eyes flashing at him, then the group walked in as the doorman broke into an impressive soft-shoe routine of ‘Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head.’

Sammi chuckled at that, “I could have just used some glamour to make us look like adults you know…”

Dawn shrugged, “My way is funner.”

Eventually however they got to the front desk, the attendant looking down at them. “Yes? Can I help you? Did you kids get separated from your parents?” she asked.

Tex shook his head, “We got somethin’ fer yer boss. Found a journal he’d be interested in. Tell him it says somethin’ about a ‘business partner’ o’ his.” he grinned.

The woman frowned, but picked up a phone and dialed a number, “Hi, Peggy? I got some weird kids down here who said that Mr. McCall might want to see them about… a journal? Something about a business partner?” she stated. “Should I just call the… oh? Oh really? Um… o-okay, sure, I’ll do that.” she nodded, then took a name badge on a lanyard with the letters ‘VIP’ on it, handing it over. “Go right there to the elevator and insert it into the card reader. It’ll take you to Mr. McCall’s office.” she instructed, looking very confused.

Tex nodded to her, “Thank ya’ll kindly.” he smiled, the group walking away towards the elevators.

As they did Sammi nodded, “Mm… it stinks in here, can you smell it Stephy?” he asked.

Stephy nodded back, “Yeah… its like… hot melted metal and sweat and…” he murmured.

“Greed.” nodded the fae prince, “Fresh, hot greed.” he grinned, “Didn’t need a silly journal to tell you who his patron was. Anyone touched by the fae who walked in here would know.”

Tex said nothing, just giving a curt nod as they entered the elevator, then rode it up to the penthouse.

When they got there a woman, presumably ‘Peggy,’ buzzed them through. The interior room had low lighting over a small poker table set up in the middle and seated at it was a man in an expensive suit with an honest to gods waxed mustache and beard. “So, you’re Trixie Smith I believe?” he asked. He had dark hair and wore a black hat with a silver buckle on the front, a picture of a shiny gold coin in the center of it.

Tex’s face colored, “That’s John thank ya’ll kindly, Tex’ll do.” he replied as Stephy gave his hand a squeeze, glaring at McCall. He was able to sense emotions, he could tell the man did that on purpose.

The man looked at his smartphone, then shrugged and pursed his lips, “Beggin’ yer pardon Sir… appears my information is a touch outta date.” he smirked. “So, ya’ll found out mah dirty little secret ‘n now ya’ll wanna try to beat the house huh?” he asked, his voice carrying the drawl of an old western man. It’d be easy to imagine him as a card shark or a snake oil salesman in some movie. “Well, fine. Them’s the rules, ‘n besides… young man like you oughta have a lotta years ta bank.” he nodded, gesturing to the chair.

Stephy and Sammi stepped forward, but McCall held out a hand, “Nuh uh. Sorry you two, but humans only. Faerie years are like faerie gold, disappear in the mornin’ like mist. Besides, never play cards with someone who can fuck with fate.” he nodded.

The two frowned, then took a step back. Stephy held Tex’s hand tighter, but the boy nodded, “I gotta do this darlin’…” he said, taking a seat at the table.

As he did there was a scent of brimstone, and a dealer appeared standing next to it. Tex couldn’t see his face in the gloom, but his eyes burned like coals in the darkness.

"The game is five card draw, Jokers wild. Play will continue until either Henry McCall or John ‘Tex’ Smith is rendered bankrupt." it intoned.

Next to Tex and McCall, a pile of poker chips appeared. They seemed to have an ephemeral quality to them, as if they weren’t entirely there, each one stamped with a clock face with the hands slowly turning in a circle and the words ‘one year’ along the rim. Tex noticed McCall’s pile was a LOT bigger than his…

The dealer delt out five cards apiece, and the game began.

Five hands in and McCall seemed to be on the defensive, Tex having bet heavy and folded on bad hands enough to actually enlarge his pile somewhat, but he had a good way to go. “Gotta admit son, ya’ll did bettern’ your uncle did. Had him down in’ five hands.” commented McCall, “Man did NOT have a poker face…” he tutted.

Tex’s cheeks reddened, but he forced himself to calm down. Keeping his face blank and empty of emotion was the only way he could hope to win this. Let McCall wonder what his hand held.

The cards came out again, Tex wound up winning with three of a kind to McCall’s two pair. Then McCall beat his measly Ace High with a Full House. On and on the cards were flipped, until the chips were almost even… and then Tex saw something behind McCall…

… a pair of yellow eyes shining in the darkness.

He looked at his hand, a full house. Not a guaranteed win… but… he reached out, then shoved all his chips forward. “All in.” nodded Tex.

Henry looked him over, the man noticing a faint flash in the darkness behind Tex, then smirked, “All in eh? Well, suppose we gotta end it sometime.” he smirked, “Right, stand then.” he nodded as they showed their hands.

Tex had two Queens, three Eights.

McCall had a Jack, Ten, Nine, Eight, and… a Four…

McCall smirked at him, then glanced down, and his face fell as he saw what was there. “Wait… no… that’s not right, that was a seven not a four!” he shouted, standing up.

Stephy smirked, “Oh? You sure?” he asked with a knowing grin.

Sammi giggled, “The game has been going on a long time Henry… are you sure your eyes are not playing tricks on you?” he teased.

Then a voice echoed, “You sure you weren’t just…” and then with a pop Dawn appeared next to Tex, grinning widely, “… seeing things?” she asked.

McCall stared, “… a Cheshire… a fucking CHESHIRE!” he stood up quickly, “SON OF A BITCH! YOU MADE ME SEE THE SEVEN!” he snarled, pointing an accusing finger at her.

Dawn cackled, “HA! Hey, he knew about it!” she smirked, then hissed as her tail floofed as McCall reached into his coat and pulled out a handgun, leveling it at them.

“You little shits! I’ll…” he started, then gasped as his hand suddenly spasmed. He dropped the gun to the table, gripping his wrist in pain as his hand began to shrivel in on itself, liver spots appearing on his flesh as his veins began to stand out against paper-thin skin, his hair going whispy and white on the back of his hand. “N-no…” he gasped in horror.

"Henry McCall is bankrupt." spoke the dealer. "The game goes to John ‘Tex’ Smith."

McCall glared at them, his face a mask of rage as his eyes began to sink into his skull, his cheeks turning sallow as his beard and mustache grew rapidly, going from jet black to stark white. “NO! IT DOESN’T END LIKE THIS!” he snarled, reaching across the table… then clutching at his chest as he grimaced in pain, “No… I don’t…” he gasped out, “I don’t wanna… go to… Hell…" his voice creaked out at the last, and slowly he fell forward onto the table with a thud, nothing left but a mummified corpse in an expensive suit.

“… well I coulda fuckin’ lived without seeing that…” whistled Tex as he stood up. “So… now what?”

As he did however the elevator dinged in the next room, and a moment later the door opened.

Mr. Maroon strolled in, wearing his purple suit and his bifocal glasses, his hair slicked back in a combover. He looked at the corpse on the table and shook his head, “Damn it all, I warned him…” he sighed as if looking at a schoolboy who despite constant tutoring simply didn’t get the lesson.

Tex stood up, looking over at Maroon. “You… warned him?” he asked, “Wait, you knew he was a warlock?!” he shouted.

Maroon looked at him, then smirked, “Well yes, of course I did. How could I not?” he asked.

Sammi snapped his fingers, “Ah… I thought something about you felt strange… it was staring us in the face the whole time!” he nodded. “You’re his partner. The names even sound similar! Maroon…” he began.

Mr. Maroon smirked, then took off his glasses and tucked them into his breast pocket, closing his eyes. There was a faint ca-ching sound, and when he opened them again they were solid gold orbs, the man smiling widely. “… Mammon. Very good.” replied the Archduke of Hell.

Tex glared at him, “So… now what. Ya’ll wanna get revenge?” he glared at the demon.

Mammon looked at him, cocking his head, “… why, no. Why would I? Henry performed his duties exactly as requested for several lifetimes. He just got careless in the end is all.” he shrugged. “It was foolishness to waste so much time and effort on finding a journal that nobody else knew even existed…” he sighed, “But… well, that’s just so very human of him.” he smirked, walking over to the window and looking out over the casino. “I have everything I want right here. Henry is no longer necessary.”

Tex frowned, then the group walked over and looked out the window at the massive casino floor where slot machines beeped, cards were dealt, roulette wheels spinned, and more money changed hands in a single night than entire towns might see in a year. “Tell me children, what do you see when you look out this window?” asked Mammon.

Tex shrugged, “A casino, a gamblin’ hall.” he replied.

Mammon smiled, “I see… a prayer wheel. People come here every day and spend money chasing that dream, chasing the desire to gain something for nothing, the hope that they can become rich in a single night! Their greed permeates the building, turning it into a superconductor for my court back below.” he chuckled, “Henry got it all started, and I ensured that his business rivals and other obstacles went under, or were bought out, or… well… encountered accidents…”

Tex frowned at him, “Accidents like vampire attacks…” he glared, making sure to stay between Mammon and Stephy.

Mammon sighed, “I told the man not to… its not my fault he didn’t listen. Even had you not stopped Coyote and his men the police would certainly have investigated a family getting slaughtered like that.” he walked over to the mummified corpse of Henry McCall, “Henry you damned fool… Immortality made you careless.” he tutted, then waved a hand.

Henry McCall sat slumped in his chair, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging slack, clearly dead but looking otherwise perfectly normal. “There, the coroner’s report will show that he died of a weak blood vessel in his brain bursting. Very tragic, family history and all that.” he shook his head, “And then the board will appoint a new CEO of McCall Amusements and life will go on.” he chuckled, “Perhaps a nice statue of him, in bronze, in the floor of the casino. A little memorial to the last of the McCall family.”

Tex frowned, “And what about the people he killed then?” he demanded, stepping towards Mammon. “Yer just gonna ignore all that?” he asked.

Mammon turned to him, golden orbs meeting Tex’s blue eyes… and for a moment, Tex saw the man behind the curtain.

He stood before a giant of a man, his entire body gleaming gold with gemstones for teeth and on his finger and toenails, sitting atop a mountain of gold, jewels, and other treasures. His body shimmered with heat, and his chest split open to reveal he was totally empty inside. The manifestation of the hollow wealth that all men and women chase until their dying day, and how destructive that chase can truly be.

At his right was a goblet full of steaming blood, spilled by every mugger, every burglar, everyone who’d ever knifed another for their wallet. At his left was another goblet full of tears to the point he could smell the saltiness, the tears of those who died unable to afford their medicines because drug companies were allowed to overcharge for them, of those who worked themselves to death in mines or plantations for people who treated them as slaves, of those who suffered with barely enough to live because some rich CEO wanted more for themselves and to hell with anyone else.

Tex also realized that to a creature like Mammon, crushing him would be no different than stepping on an ant.

“Why yes. I am. What are you going to do about that young man?” asked Mammon’s voice, echoing in his skull, and suddenly he was back in the guise of Mr. Maroon. “I have no claim on your soul John ‘Tex’ Smith, unless you give it to me, and your companions are beyond Hell’s reach…” he glanced at the two fae, “… for now.” he smirked. “Go home. My casino will continue to generate power for my court, the new CEO will just be another faceless human in a suit. Your little ranch is safe from us. We have no reason to care now. Do give Merihim my regards however, we’re all watching his current job with great interest.” he nodded, waving his hand dismissively.

Stephy took hold of Tex’s shoulder, “We should go Tex… c’mon…” he said, nodding to the door as Mammon grinned at them, Sammi already retreating back to the elevator.

Tex glared back one last time, his hand going to the pocket that held the Very Useful Deck… then he thought better of it and turned on his heel. “He ain’t worth it…” he grumbled.

As the elevator went down Stephy blinked, looking at Sammi, “Wait, I flew Tex here, how are we gonna get back?” he asked.

Dawn just grinned, “That’s how.” she said, pointing a paw.

Parked outside was an SUV that the police were probably still looking for, a disgruntled warlock leaning against it.

The following day

If Joshua was able to, he’d be jumping for joy at the morning news. As it was he did a sort of little old man hobble dance around the kitchen as the newscaster announced local businessman Henry McCall was found dead in his penthouse.

“It is with deepest sadness that I announce the passing of our CEO.” said Mr. Maroon into a microphone on the TV, “Rest assured, there is no evidence of foul play. Henry McCall had a family history of medical complications and tragically one of them claimed his life last night. The board of directors will meet this Friday to name a new CEO to take his place, and we are beginning plans to divest his will. I myself will be helping to finance a memorial for the lobby for the man whose vision created such a successful business and so many jobs for the city of Houston.” he said.

Joshua cackled, “Maroon ya stuffed shirt ya’ll can SUCK IT! He’s dead! He’s dead ‘n gone ta Hell where he belongs! WHOOPIE!” cheered the old man, waving his cane.

Sammi shook his head, “Oh you have no idea…” he murmured, watching him dance and soaking up the emotions, tasting of fresh warm chocolate to the faerie’s senses.

Tara sighed, “Well, if that’s all sorted then we should prolly consider headin’ back north. It’ll be Fall soon ‘n I gotta worry ‘bout gettin’ Tex ‘n Stephy enrolled for school.”

At this Stephy sat up, “HUH? Wait, but…” he stammered.

Tara raised her eyebrow, “Sweetie, didja think you wouldn’t? Faerie or not, th’ rest o’ th’ world still thinks yer a young…” she looked him over, “… kid.”

Stephy pouted, “But Tara! I… I mean…” he gestured to himself.

Tex smirked, patting his hand, “It’ll be alright lil’ filly. Ya’ll be spendin’ th’ past few weeks like that ‘n nobody been th’ wiser about whats under them skirts. Besides, we live together remember? Where ya’ll go, I’ll go. Ya think I ain’t gonna watch out fer ya?” he grinned, kissing his cheek.

Stephy blushed brightly, then smiled and squirmed in his chair, “Fiiiine, I just… mmmph…” he giggled a bit, kicking his legs.

Sammi hissed a little, fanning himself, “Turn it down you two! That’s like sitting next to a bonfire for me! How do you not feel that?” he asked Stephy.

Stephy blinked, “… huh, that’s… a really good question.” he replied, “Maybe its because my title is different? Everfalling Snow?” he tried.

Sammi huffed, “Still fits the theme darling.” he sighed, “Oh well, it will be nice to get back to a part of the world that has proper seasons again at least.”

Tex smirked, “Ya’ll got us there Prince.” he chuckled, “Texas’ got ‘hot,’ ‘hotter,’ ‘hot ‘n wet,’ ‘n ‘maybe I could use a jacket.’” he nodded, grinning at Sammi’s annoyance.

After saying their goodbyes and a hug between the two Smith sisters, Tara’s truck pulled out of the drive, heading back towards the interstate north.

“Dang… just… is our life just gonna be crazy like that now?” asked Tex. “I mean, I knew comin’ back to see th’ family might be a little weird with th’ two of you in tow… but… that got kinda nuts…” he muttered.

Sammi chuckled, “Indeed… vampires, a train to the underworld, thwarting the Everblooming Rose, and facing down an Archduke himself…” he smirked, shaking his head, then threw it back and laughed, “I haven’t had so much fun in DECADES!” he grinned at them.

Stephy rolled his eyes, “Yeah, and all you had to do was chain me up and drag me off to Arcadia… how nice for you…” he huffed.

At that Sammi paused, “… if it does help, I do genuinely feel bad about that…” he admitted, “I was desperate to escape, you were there… I didn’t give any thought to who I was grabbing, just that it meant someone else would be there instead of me…” he murmured, glancing away out the back window.

Tex and Tara huffed, the former looking pointedly out the window as Tara pursed her lips and focused on the road, but Stephy nodded slowly. “Yeah… I get it, I saw how terrified that changeling back in Houston was that Isolde would catch her and I remember what Lady Sera did to me… but… I wanna believe that I can actually show her what it really means to be a mother.”

Sammi shrugged, “Well, why not? After this week I’d almost believe you could pull it off.” he smirked.

Tex smiled, patting Stephy’s hand, “Hey, he helped me out in all sorts of ways.” he grinned, knocking his fist into his chest to show what wasn’t there anymore. “Maybe mah lil’ filly can do it.” he smiled.

Stephy smiled back at him, then leaned into Tex, “Still. I hope we’re back north soon… the air conditioner is going full blast and I still feel like I can barely breathe in here." he pouted.

Sammi smirked, “Oh I can fix thaaaaaaat.” he smiled, then raised his hand… a moment later Tara and Tex yelped as a localized snowstorm materialized INSIDE the truck!

“SON OF A BITCH!” shouted Tara as the truck swerved on the thankfully empty dirt road back towards Houston.

“SAM YA FREAKIN’ IDIOT!” growled Tex.

Stephy eeped and held on as the truck swerved, “I-I appreciate it Sammi, but can’t you just make it cooler instead?”

Sammi chuckled, catching some snow, then licking it out of his hand. “Oh? But its so pleasant in here now! Besides, aren’t you the princess of ‘Everfalling Snow?’” he teased.

Stephy giggled at that, he couldn’t help it, even as Tara and Tex cursed, brushing snow off their laps and arms. He was sarcastic, annoying, and hard to deal with… but dammit, sometimes brothers just were. The windows rolled down and snow was shoved out onto the road to melt into nothingness in the Texas heat as the Smith Family, plus one, returned home.

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Biscuitville Menu & Prices – Authentic Southern Breakfast

  If freshly-made biscuits occupy a prominent spot on your list of must-eat foods while in North Carolina or Virginia, you may want to check out the Biscuitville Fresh Southern.  The Farm-to-Drive-Thru restaurant is among the foremost breakfast food joints in the southern region and specializes in Southern cuisines. Biscuitville makes all biscuits from scratch every 15 minutes. Walk into any of the joints, and you’re sure to get a hot, fresh biscuit as long as you visit between 5:30 am and 2:00 pm.  When Maurice Jennings set out to start Biscuitville back in 1966, the goal was to be the go-to local fast-food restaurant in North Carolina. How did the local joint plan to do this? By providing a completely different, yet authentic southern dining experience for each guest! Over five decades later, Maurice’s dream has expanded beyond North Carolina to Virginia. With more than 60 locations in the United States, it is safe to say that Biscuitville is doing a great job of being the most admired and preferred fast-food spot in these two states. The Biscuitville menu consists of mouthwatering biscuit-based offerings, including spicy chicken & honey biscuits, fresh and hot homestyle gravy, and tasty apple pie made with real apples, among many others. And if you’re particularly hungry or hosting a party, go for the ultimate breakfast platters. You’ll love them! Plus, you don’t have to worry too much about eating healthily at Biscuitville. The joint has been serving up its classic Southern breakfast made with locally sourced ingredients from family-owned partners and local farms. Check out the rest of the Biscuitville menu and prices right here! Food Price Biscuits Bacon $2.57 BLT $1.92 Bologna $1.80 Butter Biscuit $0.96 Country Fried Steak $2.01 Country Fried Steak ‘n’ Gravy $2.70 Country Ham $2.84 Egg & Cheese Biscuit $1.92 Egg Biscuit $1.38 Fried Chicken Biscuit 100% natural and locally sourced fried chicken breast served on a hot, fresh biscuit. $3.05 Fried Chicken ‘n’ Gravy $3.60 Fried Pork Chop $2.78 Fried Pork Chop ‘n’ Gravy $3.48 Gravy Biscuit $1.56 Grilled Chicken Filet $2.97 Sausage $2.46 Sausage ‘n’ Gravy $2.08 Smoked Sausage $2.00 Spicy Chicken & Honey Biscuit $3.07 Turkey Sausage Biscuit $1.77 Sides & Sweets Grits Slow-cooked grits with melted butter topping $1.19 Hash Brown  Crispy hashbrown patty $1.19 Homestyle Gravy  Fresh and hot homestyle gravy $1.19 Country Fries Seasoned, thick, wedge-cut country fries  $1.59 Oatmeal Slow-cooked whole grain oats prepared traditionally $1.79 Cheese Grit Slow-cooked grits topped with shredded and melted cheddar cheese $1.79 Blueberry Muffin Freshly baked moist and fluffy blueberry muffin topped with sugar sprinkles $1.99 Apple Hand Pie Tasty apple hand pie made with real apple bits and served warm $1.50 Cinnamon Swirl Fresh-baked cinnamon swirl drizzled with sweet icing and served warm $1.39 Cranberry Orange Muffin $1.60 Apple Turnover $1.23 Honey Bun $1.54 Cinnamon Bites $1.39 Buttermilk Pancakes 3 Stack $2.69 5 Stack $2.99 Buttermilk Pancake Platters (3 Pancakes, 2 Eggs, and your choice of Meat) Sausage  $4.99 Bacon $5.19 Country Ham  $5.69 Turkey Sausage $4.99 Breakfast Platters  (Biscuit, Meat, 2 Eggs, and your choice of Hashbrown, Grits, or Gravy) Sausage $4.69 Bacon $4.69 Country Ham  $5.39 Ultimate Breakfast Platters  (Biscuit, Double Meat, 4 Eggs, and your choice of Hashbrown, Grits, or Gravy) Ultimate Sausage  Fried egg, griddle-cooked local sausage patties, and melted American cheese served on a fresh, hot biscuit. $6.79 Ultimate Bacon  Locally sourced fried egg, griddle-cooked bacon, and melted American cheese served on a fresh, hot biscuit $6.79 Ultimate Country Ham   Locally cured and griddle-cooked country ham, fried egg, and melted American cheese served on a fresh, hot biscuit $7.59 Fresh Southern Lunch (Lunch Hours: 11:00 am – 2:00 pm Daily) Cackalacky Chop $5.39 Grilled Chicken Bacon Ranch $5.79 Homestyle Chicken Breast Tenders (4 Pc.) $5.29 Cackalacky Chop – Combo $7.89 Grilled Chicken Bacon Ranch – Combo $8.29 Homestyle Chicken Breast Tenders – Combo (4 Pc.) $7.79 Party Biscuit Boxes Order arrives the next day Plain 3 Dozen $7.99 HALF BOX 1 DOZEN Sausage $9.99 Country Ham $11.99 Bacon $11.99 Turkey Sausage $11.99 Fried Chicken $13.99 Spicy Chicken $13.99 FULL BOX 2 DOZEN Sausage $19.98 Country Ham $23.98 Bacon $23.98 Turkey Sausage $23.98 Fried Chicken $27.98 Spicy Chicken $27.98 Scratch-Made Biscuits Bacon, Egg & Cheese Biscuits Plain biscuit, American Cheese, bacon, and fried egg  $3.19 Country Ham Biscuit Locally cured and griddle-cooked country ham served on a fresh, hot biscuit $2.79 Sausage & Egg Biscuit Melted American cheese, local fried egg, and griddle-cooked local sausage patty all served on a fresh and hot biscuit $2.69 Fried Chicken Biscuit Plain biscuit and fried chicken $3.29 Spicy Chicken & Honey Biscuit 100% natural and locally sourced spicy fried chicken topped with honey from Golding Farms and served on a fresh and hot biscuit $3.59 Fried Pork Chop Biscuit Fried pork chop served on a fresh, hot biscuit $3.29 Fried Steak Biscuit Fried steak served on a fresh, hot biscuit $2.69 Homestyle Gravy Biscuit Delicious-tasting breakfast gravy served over a fresh, hot biscuit $1.99 Turkey Sausage, Egg & Cheese Griddle-cooked turkey sausage served on a fresh, hot biscuit $3.49 English Muffin Sandwiches Grilled Chicken Club 100% natural and locally sourced chicken breast with bacon strips, lettuce and tomato, and melted American cheese, all served on a toasted English muffin $4.99 Bacon, Egg & Cheese – Combo A low-calorie sandwich made with locally sourced fried egg, strips of griddle-cooked bacon, and melted American cheese served on a toasted English muffin $5.49 Turkey Sausage, Egg & Cheese – Combo A low-calorie sandwich made with locally sourced fried egg, griddle-cooked turkey sausage, and melted American cheese served on a toasted English muffin $5.79 Spicy Chicken & Honey – Combo $5.99 Country Ham – Combo $4.99 Sausage & Egg – Combo $4.99 Fried Chicken – Combo $5.59 Fried Pork Chop – Combo $5.59 Fried Steak – Combo $4.99 Homestyle Gravy – Combo $4.29 Grilled Chicken Club – Combo $7.29 Beverages Orange Juice Delicious-tasting orange juice made from Florida’s Natural Grower’s Pride oranges $1.47 Iced Tea Southern classic freshly brewed sweet tea (an unsweetened option also available) $1.45 Coffee Great-tasting coffee from family-owned Community Coffee $1.25 Milk 2% reduced-fat milk $1.31 Chocolate Milk Fat-free milk chocolate $1.30 Soft Drink $1.39 Milk-Chocolate  $1.19 The post Biscuitville Menu & Prices – Authentic Southern Breakfast appeared first on 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Nashville Hot Chicken Tenders Salad: The Good Made Better

There is nothing more irresistible than the first bite of freshly prepared Nashville hot chicken tenders. The crispy crust and juicy meat make up for the most satisfying meal. However, is your diest stopping you from taking the plunge?

Calorie-conscious people stray away from fried foods to maintain their meal balance. But where’s the fun of that? 

It’s important to live your life to the fullest - even with food!

Still, if you enjoy healthy eating from time to time – don’t subtract, just add. It’s a popular theory accepted by nutritionists everywhere to include more good foods instead of eliminating the complex ones.

It is an incredibly good way to enjoy your favorite foods without feeling guilty about leaving behind the healthy stuff. A great trick to get the best of both worlds.

Nashville Hot Chicken Tenders

If you somehow live under a rock and aren’t familiar with Nashville chicken tenders, let us help you! Originating in Nashville, this dish has great significance. It consists of deep-fried chicken covered with a spicy sauce comprised of cayenne pepper, paprika, and other spices.

It has become a staple in southern cuisine. This flavorful and crispy dish is prepared through a simple process. The chicken is brined in buttermilk and spices to create soft and flavorful meat. 

The exquisite heat level is a key element for the chicken. You can find different levels of spice at various outlets. If you are looking for the best-fried chicken franchise, it’s Crimson Coward.

Chicken and the Salad

Whoever thought of adding fried chicken to a salad was a genius.

Spicy chicken tenders cut up and diced along with a wholesome salad is a divine combination. Freshly cut lettuce is great for some crunch. Cauliflowers, radishes, and kale add a little more oompf to your meal. Plus, ranch dressing brings everything together.

Want to prepare it at your home? Keep reading to know everything you need.

Ingredients

Take a peek at the list of ingredients you need to create this appetizing salad. You can find these ingredients easily in your pantry.

Hot chicken tenders – cut up into slices

Shredded Cauliflower

Crinkle Cut radish

Red and green cabbage

Green lead lettuce

Kale

Dill pickles

Croutons

Ranch dressing

Sliced red onions

Avocados

You can prepare the chicken tenders at home or get them from the best chicken franchise around you.

Method

Only one step: assemble!

Once you have all your ingredients, take a big bowl for mixing. First, add your vegetables and toss them together. Now, go ahead and add your chicken tenders. Drizzle your lip-smacking dressing and give it a final toss and voila!

Your salad is ready to serve and be devoured.

Note: To make your salad extra healthy, use non-GMO chicken in LA – free from all preservatives and hormones. 

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Those also aren't a universal American chip. They're not available where I live in the American Midwest for instance. Nor were they available where I lived in Florida. I've only ever seen them in Southern California and the Southwest (Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado). I actually think they might be Mexican brand that's imported or distributed here for the Mexican diaspora just based off the name.

One thing I found for moving around the country is that different regions of the US have actually different types of chips / snack foods depending where you are.

If you want to talk odd chip flavors you need to look at Canadian potato chips. In the US there's all sorts of flavors but Canada wins the fun flavors crown. They get all of the standard US flavors including dill pickle, ranch, and spicy cheddar but then they also get ones like ketchup, maple bacon, and All-dressed.

Every time I come across someone showing off American snacks there’s always funky blue crisps (chips). So to my American followers, what are the funky blue crisps (chips)? What do they taste like?