#they taste really good deep fried in pancake batter

[storyweaverofgondor]

Reminder that dandelions are edible. I wouldn’t recommend eating them from the side of the road because pesticides and other roadside unpleasantness. But you can just pluck the flowers off and eat them in a pinch if you’re desperate or merely curious. They also taste good in fritters.

[ninjafoodtours]

A Delightful Food Tour In Japan: Exploring The Culinary Wonders

Japan, a country renowned for its rich culture, breathtaking landscapes, and fascinating traditions, is also a culinary paradise for food enthusiasts. Embarking on a food tour in Japan is a journey that promises an explosion of flavors, textures, and aromas. 

From world-famous sushi to delectable street food and Nishiki Market, each region in Japan boasts its own unique gastronomic treasures. In this blog, we will take you on a virtual food tour, exploring some of the must-try dishes and culinary experiences that make Japan a dream destination for food lovers.

Savoring Sushi in Tokyo

No food tour in Japan would be complete without experiencing the epitome of Japanese cuisine: sushi. Head to Tokyo's renowned Tsukiji Fish Market, where you can witness the vibrant seafood auctions and indulge in the freshest sushi you'll ever taste. 

Be sure to try nigiri sushi, a delicate combination of hand-pressed rice topped with various types of seafood, such as tuna, salmon, and eel. For an extraordinary dining experience, visit a sushiya (sushi restaurant) where skilled chefs create edible art before your eyes.

Ramen Adventure in Fukuoka

Fukuoka, the birthplace of tonkotsu ramen, is a must-visit city on your food tour. Slurping a bowl of rich, creamy tonkotsu broth with tender slices of pork and springy noodles is a true delight. Explore the city's bustling ramen stalls, known as yatai, which come alive in the evening. Sit among locals, strike up a conversation, and immerse yourself in the vibrant atmosphere while savoring this soul-soothing comfort food.

Exquisite Kaiseki in Kyoto

In the historic city of Kyoto, prepare to be captivated by the artistry of kaiseki, a traditional multi-course dining experience. Kaiseki showcases the harmony of flavors, textures, and seasonal ingredients. Each meticulously prepared dish is a work of culinary perfection. From delicate sashimi to grilled fish, simmered vegetables, and fragrant rice, every bite tells a story. Kyoto's tea houses and ryokans (traditional inns) often offer kaiseki meals, providing an authentic taste of Japanese culture.

Street Food Delights in Osaka

Osaka, known as the "Nation's Kitchen," is a street food lover's paradise. The bustling Dotonbori district is a treasure trove of culinary delights. Try takoyaki, a popular street food made from batter filled with octopus, topped with savory sauce, and sprinkled with bonito flakes.

Sample okonomiyaki, a savory pancake filled with cabbage, meats, and seafood, topped with a medley of sauces and garnishes. Don't forget to indulge in kushikatsu, deep-fried skewers of meat, seafood, and vegetables, served with tangy dipping sauce. And to taste the best, you must try Tours in Osaka.

Unveiling Unagi in Hamamatsu

If you're a fan of grilled eel, a visit to Hamamatsu is a must. This coastal city is renowned for its high-quality unagi (freshwater eel). Unagi is marinated in a special sauce and grilled to perfection, resulting in tender, flavorful meat. Indulge in this delicacy at a traditional unagi restaurant, and savor the combination of sweet and savory flavors that make it an absolute delight.

Conclusion

Embarking on a food tour in Japan is a culinary adventure that will ignite your taste buds and leave you with lifelong memories. From the vibrant streets of Osaka to the refined dining experiences in Kyoto, Japan offers a diverse range of culinary delights that cater to the Best Food In Shinjuku. And, whether you want to eat the best Steaks In Japan, or visit the amazing food market, a tour guide such as Ninja Food Tour is really a good option.

[b-dubs-valdubs]

ethubs, cooking for a sick friend even though they're bad at it!

hi!!! whipped this up for you, i had way too much fun with this so thank you for requesting !!

(ps. one of the flipping things that happens to bdubs has also happened to me: have fun guessing which one jdjdkf)

enjoy!!!

——

Etho sniffed, squeezing his eyes shut; trying to calm the pounding headache behind his eyes. Great. He was sick. Bdubs was so going to make fun of him for this.

As if on cue, the man himself came waltzing into Etho’s room in the monoloth. He was, Efho noticed, still wearing his morning bunny slippers, and carrying a wobbling tray of tea.

“Here, take this,” Bdubs handed Etho the mug, smiling gently. “Made it fresh just now. Don’t say i never do nothin’ for ya…”

Etho sipped it gently, movements small. He swallowed, stifling a cough. “Mmmh, it’s… good. Thank you ‘dubs”

Etho winced. His voice had come out a lot more croaky than he would have liked.

Bdubs had also seemed to notice. His eyes widened — all but slamming his own mug onto the table.

“You’re sick?” he asked, incredulous — yet a hint of triumph sneaking into his tone.

Etho was too groggy to put up a veneer of pride. He nodded vaguely.

Bdubs cackled slightly. “Etho — the Etho — sick?!” He chortled; way too proud of himself.

Etho scowled at him. Sheepishly, Bdubs ceased his laughter. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be glad about that. You just rub it in my face all the time.”

Etho rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Can you make me breakfast…?” he requested, almost pitifully, “It’s an awful long staircase to climb for-“ (cough for emphasis) “- such a sick person…”

“Oh, you little fragile flowe-“

“Hey, you’re the fragile flower, you jerk!”

Bdubs raised his brows. “Oh, so you don’t need my help then?”

Etho sighed. “Ok fine… I’ll have some pancakes.”

“I didn’t hear a please?”

Oh he looked too pleased with himself.

“Are you gonna help me or not?”

Bdubs cackled. “Okayokayokay… the finest pancakes coming right up!”

——

They did not, in fact, come right up.

Everything was going downhill.

It was stupid anyway, Bdubs thought to himself, accidentally smearing more flour onto his forehead as he wiped his brow.

He was almost out of pancake ingredients, having used most of the things in the monolith kitchen just for this.

Why couldn’t Etho have wanted something easy to cook — like — a bowl of cereal?

Huffing, Bdubs turned his attention to the hob and stared down the pancake sizzling there. He would not be defeated by some half-fried dessert!

Seizing the handle, he flipped the pancake into the air. It flipped gloriously, acrobatically even—

Before getting stuck on the ceiling.

Bdubs muffled a frustrated scream; glancing despairingly at the gradually depleting batter. He would have enough for two… at most.

He had to make these count.

Flipping the second pancake, he made sure not to propel it as high as the first. Although, it was more of a slide than a flip, as it tumbled off the edge of the pan and scewered itself on the dial of the oven; ripping in half and splatting onto the floor, pathetically.

“How does that even HAPPEN????”

Deep breaths Bdubs… in and out…

The final one had to be perfect. If he could bring one really great pancake to Etho… today would be a success.

He prepared it dillegently; making sure the batter formed the pancake in a perfect circle. When it came time to flip, he steeled himself, practicing the motions to himself before grabbing onto the handle.

“Not too much, so it lands up on the ceiling; not too little so it dies on the floor.” he repeated to himself constantly.

He flipped.

With the perfect force to take the pan clean off the handle.

Bdubs screamed a “No!” to give Darth Vader a run for his money, collapsing onto the kitchen countertop and sinking onto the floor in a fit of despair. He wanted to get the pancakes right for Etho! He aanted Etho to taste them and be wowed by his cooking prowess! He wanted Etho to tell him he loves the pancakes he had lovingly prepared for him!

Many wasted eggs later, here he was.

But — was it always so hot in here?

SHIT-

He lept to his feet and fanned the small fire with a discarded tea towel, as if he needed any more stress. He had knocked over some tissues near the flame!

He wasn’t panicking for a while before, luckily, the sprinklers came to his rescue.

Drenching him in the process.

He sighed heavily, having turned off the hob, and all was blissfully quiet around him. It was too early for this — he would have no compunctions with crawling back into his bed and starting the day over.

But, he still had to make breakfast for Etho. As the ceiling pancake falling onto his head so graciously reminded him.

——

“Breakfast is served,” Bdubs muttered grumpily.

Etho peered up at him, snickering a little to himself at Bdubs’s wet cat-esque complexion. “What happened to you?”

Bdubs glared at him, handing over the tray without a word. Etho inspected it, humming.

“Bdubs, this is cereal.”

[vaspider]

You get a lot of super heavy asks sometimes. I hope it's ok to ask some lighter questions for fun. I don't know why they're all food based. I think I'm just hungry haha.

Do you prefer jelly, jams, preserves, or marmalades? What's your favorite flavor of them?

I tried boysenberry jam the other day and it was...uh...a flavor for sure.

Do you like chunky or creamy peanut butter (if you eat peanut butter)? If you had to choose between a peanut butter and banana sandwich or a fluffernutter (marshmallow fluff and peanut butter for anyone wondering), which would you pick? PB/banana/honey/chia seeds is a personal favorite. I feel very bougie when I eat that lol.

What's your favorite pizza topping? Do you like NY style, thin crust, sicilian, deep dish, or pan pizza? Have you ever tried cauliflower crust pizza? I feel like we should just leave cauliflower alone before it gets a superiority complex. Also, why cauliflower crust? What about broccoli crust? Carrot crust? Parsnip? Potato? (Ooo not gonna lie, a hashbrown crust breakfast pizza could be delicious. Hashbrown crust, sun dried tomato sauce, sunny side up eggs, arugula, maybe some Canadian bacon, some cheddar cheese...I might be on to something here...).

Do you have a good challah bread recipe? Have you ever used challah to make French toast?

Eggs over easy, scrambled, sunny side up, poached, fried, soft boiled, or hard boiled? If scrambled, do you add milk? (I learned recently IHOP adds, of all things, pancake batter to their eggs to make them light and fluffy).

Favorite type of cheese?

Lastly, iced tea, lemonade, or fruit punch?

It depends on the fruit. Lemon curd is incredible, and a good Concord grape jelly (like real jelly not artificial flavor jelly) is really good. I used to always take the orange marmalade jar from the jams and jellies assortment that one of the car companies sent freelancers on the holidays, too. My favorite, though, is my mom's strawberry jam. I haven't had any in like 4 years, bc we don't live close enough to get any, and that makes me sad.

Again, it depends on the usage. For peanut butter cookies, chunky peanut butter. For sandwiches, creamy by preference, but chunky isn't the end of the world. Peanut butter/banana is pretty good but if I want salty/sweet with bananas, I'd prefer to split a banana in half lengthwise and put garlic hummus on it, then pile clover sprouts on that. It's crunchy/sweet/salty/green. Very nice flavor/texture contrast.

I like white pizza with grilled artichoke hearts and baby bella mushrooms. I used to really love ham and pineapple but for obvious reasons I don't eat that anymore. (I love flavor contrasts.)

I used to love thin crust, and it's my mom's favorite, but that doesn't work as well gluten-free. My favorite pizza type is the type I can eat. Except for Chicago deep dish, it's just not my thing.

Cauliflower crust is just fine. The reason for using cauliflower is that it has a very neutral taste and is low-carb and gluten free, which none of the other choices really are, not all 3. Hash browns actually make a really good pie crust for a gluten-free quiche; I make that every so often for dinner.

I have a couple of very average gluten-free challah recipes, and we usually buy ours from New Cascadia, a local bakery. Emet makes challah French toast out of the leftovers every week.

Over easy, soft or hard boiled, scrambled, sunny side up, poached... I just really like eggs. Buttermilk in scrambled eggs is really good, it gives the flavor a certain something. A little sharpness kind of like cheddar cheese does.

Favorite kind of cheese: the kind in my hand and about to be put in my mouth.

Lemonade. Iced tea just tastes like chewing a teabag after all the good tea has been brewed out of it, and the taste of fruit punch is heavily associated with being given fruit punch with aspartame in it as a child, getting migraines and throwing up, and then being told I'm "Being Dramatic" by adults. It tastes of gaslight, nausea and powerlessness. No thanks.

[wafflebatter8225]

Pepperony Gift Exchange Fic

Title: Top Chef

Pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Rating: G/Fluff

Timeline: Takes place right after Iron Man 2

Recipient: @roberteliasdowney

Author’s Note: @roberteliasdowney I am so, so sorry for the lateness of your fic.  My muse did not want to cooperate with me.  I could not figure out a good coffee shop au fic for you, but I do hope you enjoy this.

Pepper blearily blinked her eyes open and it took her several moments to realize that she wasn’t in her house.  Heck she wasn’t even in her own bed.  She currently lay under devilishly soft sheets that had to be a four figure thread count.  Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the intoxicating combination of expensive sandalwood cologne and motor oil.  That meant she was in Tony Stark’s bed.

 The memories of last night surfaced to her mind: eating takeout in his living room, making out on the couch before activities moved upstairs.  Pepper remembered Tony’s callused hands over her body, the prickle of his mustache on her legs, and the weight of his arm over her hip as they fell asleep.  With a sleepy smile, she turned over and her hand encountered cool sheets.  Sitting up, Pepper wondered where Tony had disappeared. Did he regret letting her stay over?  Did he go sleep in another bedroom after she fell asleep?

  “I didn’t know if you wanted Tabasco or ketchup so I brought both.”

 Did he just go down stairs and make her breakfast?  He entered the bedroom carrying a tray of food.  

 It took a moment for her sleep addled brain to answer.  “Huh?”

 “For your scrambled eggs.” He stood by her side of the bed with a knowing smile.  “You thought I left.”

 “No I didn’t.”

 “Yes you did.”

 “Well…” she paused. “You did kind of leave.”

 “But to make you breakfast! Ta-da!” He lay down the tray over her legs with flourish.  He presented her with a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage with a cup of fresh coffee.  “I’m sorry about the sausage; it’s a little over done.”

 Overdone was an understatement; the meat was blackened to charcoal links.

 “This looks wonderful,” she replied softly.  “Thank you.”

 Pepper skipped over the sausage, and took a bite of the scrambled eggs.  It was like chewing on a mouthful of rubber bands.  Unlike his mushy omelet from several days ago, these were clearly overdone as well.  

 “I didn’t have enough time to make an omelet so I did scrambled eggs instead.”

 She didn’t have the heart to tell him a normal omelet didn’t take three hours to cook.

 Thankfully the Tabasco bottle was mostly full so that would help cover up the texture…she hoped.

 The pancakes looked safe as they were a fluffy golden brown, complete with a square of butter and smothered in maple syrup.  She cut a piece, and no batter came leaking out.  All right, Tony Stark couldn’t cook sausage or eggs, but maybe he could do pancakes.

 The moment the food hit her taste buds, she took the words immediately back.  No, no Tony Stark couldn’t cook pancakes.  They were salty?! How the hell did he make the pancakes so damn salty? The syrup thankfully cut some of the salt, but God, she couldn’t imagine how bad the pancakes would be without the condiment.

 She worked really hard to school her features as she forced the bite down, because he looked so hopeful. “What do you think?” he asked.

 If Tony were a puppy, his tail would be wagging.  His grin was big and his brown eyes twinkled with excitement.

 As bad as the food tasted, this man went out of his way to cook breakfast for her even though he couldn’t cook and never cooked; even for himself let alone anyone else.

 Taking his face between her hands, Pepper gave Tony a long slow kiss.  “Thank you.  I appreciate the thought very, very much.”

 She raked her fingers through the soft hair at the base of his neck.  “Maybe next time we can cook breakfast together.”  And hopefully teach him how to make a pancake with less salt than French fries.

 “Cook together or cook together?” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

 “Yes.”

[90sbokuto]

sorry if this is a weird one to ask but since I like to bake / eat mouth watering pastries,,,,,bnha headcanons for bakugo, kirishima, denki, and sero where they are eating one of their S/O's tasty desserts that leaves them mouth watered in delight??? please and thank you :D!!!!!!

— “ bnha boys with a s/o that bakes ”

including: bakugo, kirishima, kaminari and sero

genre: fluff, humor and domestic relationships

tags: baking, fluff, humor, mentions of domestic relationships

warnings: language 

a/n: no it’s not weird at all !! i actually love the idea of writing this ! thanks for sending this in :D

— katsuki bakugo

-    secretly LOVES when you bake

-    homie would just be playing video games when he smells the homemade chocolate chip cookies you made and sneaks into the kitchen to steal them

-    best believe this boy knows the smell of your baking and his mouth immediately WATERS

-    he will DEFINITELY sneak back his room with most of the cookies

-    and then you’d make more

-    this cycle would go on forever

-    there would NEED to be an unofficial rule where he isn’t allowed to come into the kitchen until you’re done baking

-    “the cookies were good, nerd.” he says, kissing your cheek while you’re watching tv

-     he asks you to teach him !!!

-     poor boy is so confused about why measurements exist for the chocolate chips

-     “the whole damn point is to add a ton of chocolate chips!!” he yells at the little recipe he found to use online

-      rachael ray is just getting yelled at by this boy and she doesn’t even know it LMFAOSDMKMA

-      he’s determined for these cookies to come out similar to yours

-      you have to tell him to spray the pan so the cookies don’t stick or burn

-      “DON’T SET THE OVEN TO 570 DEGREES!” you yell at him

-       he genuinely thinks the cookies will just cook faster if he sets it higher

-       brags to everyone about your cookies

-       “YOU BET YOUR ASS Y/N’S BAKING IS JUST LIKE GORDON RAMSAY’S”

-        he’s so supportive about your baking its such a beautiful sight 🥺

— eijiro kirishima

-       SUCH A SWEETIE LMFAO 

-       you asked him to come with him to the grocery store so you can get stuff to make an apple pie

-       he def held your hand on the way there

-       he’s so helpful until he finds a candy apple kit and then he’s raving about having a bake off with you !!

-       the two of you end up getting stuff to make your apple pie his candied apples :D

-       he started to line his baking sheet since you had already put your pie in the oven

-       then it started smelling super good to him..

-       but he was still determined to try and “win” the bake off

-       def the type to keep looking into the oven to see what the pie looks like even though there’s still like 50 minutes left

-       the candied apples took less time to finish so afterward, he’d decided to play video games until both desserts were done

-       he kept creeping back into the kitchen to look at the pie !!

-      “these are good !!” you gushed to kirishima after taking a bite into one of the candied apples

-       “but i wanna try your pie , that’s not fair !!” he exclaimed, taking off his headset

-       “i already took it out , it just needs to cool off.” you said, heading into your room for a moment. 

-       that statement was enough for him to try and slice a piece, blow on it for good measure and try and eat it ashsadhasdaj

-       poor boy burnt his tongue 

-      but the pie was AMAZING so he didn’t really regret it

-      his mouth was literally watering for another piece but this time he decided to wait for it to cool off

-      “babe your pie is godly !!” he exclaimed, as you came back to the kitchen. 

— denki kaminari

-      he keeps coming in the common area to see random desserts on the oven top

-      this had been happening for MONTHS now and he wasn’t sure who was just making random sweets and leaving them

-      but it wasn’t a bad thing, he actually really liked them, but it just CONFUSED him

-      they tasted so incredible, like hard work and a lot of time was taken on them so how did he always seem to miss the person who made them ?

-      began to start dreaming of the desserts 

-      eventually he just decided to stay in the common area all night

-      detective pikachu WHO?

-      as soon as he set up camp for the night he realized that this time there were brownies, but they were already in the oven 

-      then someone’s door opened and he pretended he was just on his phone minding his business

-      kirishima came humming down the hall

-     he heard the oven open, the pan hit the stove and kirishima take off his mit

-     “ dude you BAKED those? ” he asked

-     “ no , aizawa didn’t know who made them , but he just told me to take them out. ”

-     now he really went into detective mode, who was the talented secret baker here ? 

-      everyone thought Sato until he admitted it wasn’t him , since he had an oven in his room anyway

-      he asked you but you lied and said no ; you originally didn’t want anyone to know since aizawa would probably ban you from the kitchen at night

-      this boy decides to set up a hidden camera...

-      he got THREE DAYS WORTH OF FOOTAGE

-      the weekend rolled around so he decided to look at the camera but  nothing showed up for the first two days, and then he saw you creep into the kitchen at about one in the morning 

-      you grabbed the flour, chocolate chips and eggs

-      he RAN to your room 

-      it sounded like he was gonna BUST YOUR DOOR DOWN , but in reality he was happy one of his hunches was right AND to praise you for your baking abilities

-      you opened the door cautiously , not knowing it was denki

-      “ BABE YOUR BAKING IS EXTRAORDINARY !!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug

-      you snatched him into your room so no one would hear him LMAOoO

— sero hanta

-      he tried to vlog while you were teaching him how to make deep fried oreos

-      you’d never tried each other’s baking so this was perfect

-      god there were so many dumb moments

-      when checking the oil, sero accidentally SLAPPED himself with the spatula and you were so confused since you didn’t see what happened

-      things were going great !!

-      you guys were coating the oreos in the homemade pancake batter you made

-      the camera fell ,,

-      so he gave up trying to vlog for a minute

-      you tried to get him to PROMISE not to eat any of the oreos until you guys put the powdered sugar and the frosting dip was cooled

-      but he was SO CURIOUS

-      like cmon now , you’re telling me he wouldn’t ALREADY be concerned why the oreos needed to be deep fried in the first place

-    he got stuff from the store that you said you needed yesterday but he just assumed the oreos were a snack

-    until you told him those were for the recipe

-    dispair is the emotion he felt ,,  

-    low and behold the camera was back up and recording after a while and he bit into one , while you flipped an oreo over to cook

-    his FACE AHSSDNKASND

-   “ baby !! these are AWESOME wtf?” he practically yelled

-   “ try it with the powdered sugar and frosting ! ” you said, cheesing from ear to ear

-   he kissed your forehead and made his way to the fridge to grab the frosting :,)

[sandwichrin]

A Little Into You (Junkyu x Reader Fic) (ch. 5)

Word Count: 3.1k words

Pairing: Kim Junkyu x Fem. Reader (Treasure members are all included as well)

Genre: PG-13, Comedy, Romance

A/N: Hello! Finally, the fifth chapter is up! Hope you guys enjoy this one, and Happy New Year in advance 🥰🧡

You keyed in the combination numbers of the lock on your door and slammed the door shut behind you once you entered your home. Your heart was racing, you could hear your own breath shaking from the sprint you just did after leaving the elevator.

It was another member of the group, wasn’t it? Why are they all hanging around here?? And most importantly, why am I meeting them all now? Like, you’ve been staying here for more than a year now and yet you never seem to run into any of them before.

You rest your head against the door behind you. Still trying to catch your breath, you thought to yourself- maybe Jeongwoo was telling the truth about him visiting his friend. Maybe they all like to hang over at their friend’s house here?

You shook your head. Enough is enough. You didn’t want to think about them for now. It was nerve-wrecking enough that you almost got sued on the spot by Treasure, and if you hadn’t made a run for it when Jeongwoo was making that phone call, who knew if the lawyers really did send you a lawsuit for messing with their company’s boys?

You stood up straight and headed for your room. You wanted to take a warm shower and just relax for the whole night.

                                                                *

 “Ah Junkyu-ah! Come in, come in!” Jihoon exclaimed when he saw his best friend at his dorm’s front door. (Note: The boys are living in 3 separate dorms in this fic as updated in their KProfiles’ site)

Junkyu entered the house and took off his shoes at the front entrance.

Jihoon walked away from the spot and headed towards the kitchen. “The rest of us are in the kitchen, come join us,” he said.

Junkyu nodded and tagged along behind his friend, seeing his other friends seemingly busy doing something in the kitchen.

Mashiho was busy whipping the eggs in a medium-sized bowl with all his might—in which Junkyu was concerned that if he whipped it any harder it would turn into a dessert instead of fried eggs. Not far from Mashiho was Doyoung, slightly in a bowing posture, deeply focused on watching a kimchi pancake recipe from his phone’s Youtube.

Junkyu felt warm being close to his friends. He had always appreciated their existence in his life, even before they debuted together, he had always felt a special bond with them. Junkyu pulled out a chair out of the dining table which was opposite the kitchen island where Mashiho and Doyoung stood.

A hand placed a glass of water in front of Junkyu, and he raised his head to see Jihoon nodding slightly at him.

“Thanks,” he said to his best friend.

“You know you can take off that face mask now right?” Jihoon asked obviously. “No fans can follow you around in here you know that,” he added, chuckling.

Junkyu snickered as he pulled the face mask off. He reached for the glass of water in front of him and took a big sip from it before placing it back down onto the table. Both him and Jihoon kept quiet whilst watching their dongsaengs both being busy in the kitchen.

“Mashi-hyung, can you pass me the salt behind you?”

Mashiho stopped beating his eggs. “Oh? Sure, here,” he passed the bottle of salt to Doyoung.

“Thanks—WAIT what is that??”

Mashiho blinked his eyes innocently at his dongsaeng’s question. “Huh? What is what?”

“THAT,” Doyoung pointed out at the foamy bubbles formed in the bowl Mashiho was holding.

Mashiho’s eyes looked down into the bowl in his hands. He smiled brightly as he said, “Eggs! I’m making omelette today!”

“I—” Doyoung was speechless at what he saw. He wasn’t sure if he should tell his hyung that he might have overbeat his eggs at this point since he looked so proud with what he did.

“Don’t worry, I’ll add in some leeks too! It’ll taste really good,” Mashiho added, his smile still beaming on his face.

Jihoon got up from his seat to peek at Mashi’s bowl. Jihoon snorted out loud, in which he quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

Mashiho turned to look at his hyung who was standing behind him by now, “What? What’s so funny, hyung?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just…you better cook those eggs now Mashi. There’s no need to beat them anymore,”

“But, I want to add in leeks—” Mashiho said but was cut off by Jihoon tugging him and directing him towards their kitchen stove.

“Sure, sure. Just add in everything you want. There you go, no more beatings. Just add in them leeks and cook okay?”

Mashiho looked at him, puzzled by Jihoon’s behaviour. He shrugged and followed his hyung’s instructions without further questions.

Doyoung who was a few feet away from both of them, raised a thumbs up at Jihoon for acting quickly before their omelette turns into something else.

Jihoon nodded briefly at Doyoung before returning to his seat beside Junkyu again.

“What happened there?” Junkyu asked as soon as his best friend was beside him again.

“Nah, nothing big. Just some issues with eggs.”

“Oh.”

Suddenly, they heard the front door being closed. Everyone turned to see Jeongwoo walking into the kitchen with a solemn look on his face. Jeongwoo headed towards the kitchen sink and washes his hands thoroughly, since he had just taken out their trash earlier. After making sure his hands are clean, Jeongwoo wiped them with a kitchen cloth and proceeded to take a seat with his hyungs at the table.

“Wow someone looks down in the dumps,” Jihoon said as he saw the look on Jeongwoo’s face.

Jeongwoo ignored him and continued staring down at the table.

“Oh come on. Don’t you get it? Down in the dumps? You went to throw the trash out in the dumps earlier? No?” Jihoon said, trying to explain the pun he made.

Junkyu rolled his eyes slightly at his hyung’s lame pun.

“Oh come on, Junkyu! You don’t think it’s funny either??” Junkyu shook his head at Jihoon who asked him in disbelief. “Man, I must be really losing it,” Jihoon said to himself, noting that he was getting less funny now.

Junkyu eyed Jeongwoo who was sitting opposite him. “Hey Jeongwoo. Hyunsuk said that you called him and sounded like you were in trouble earlier. Are you okay?”

Jeongwoo raised his head to meet Junkyu’s eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something but then he shook his head and looked away again.

Jihoon furrowed his eyebrows, feeling confused at what was going on with his dongsaeng. “Wait, Jeongwoo called Hyunsuk? When?” he asked Junkyu.

“Yeah, I was talking to Hyunsuk on my way back here on the phone and Hyunsuk suddenly told me to check up on Jeongwoo because he was worried about him after receiving a call from Jeongwoo,”

“Huh…Hey kid, speak up. Something happened while you were taking out the trash, right? Now that I think about it, you were gone for quite some time too. Usually when we take out the trash, it takes us less than 10 minutes to come back here,” Jihoon said, his voice now filled with concern for his dongsaeng.

Jeongwoo blinked a couple times before looking up at both his hyungs. “The trash shoot on our floor was under maintenance so I went to the main trash container outside the building.”

“Aahh, so you had to go all the way down there huh, just now?”

Jeongwoo nodded at Jihoon.

“And? What happened down there? Did a sasaeng stalked you?”

Jeongwoo shook his head at this. However, his face was still written with disappointment. Jihoon and Junkyu exchanged looks, concern starting to form on their faces as well.

Jeongwoo lets out a loud sigh. He rests his head against the table, which made it more difficult for his hyungs to read his expression now.

Jihoon decided to shake Jeongwoo’s shoulder, “Hey, you better tell us what happened. We’re genuinely worried about you.”

Another sigh escaped Jeongwoo’s lips. He raised his head, and this time, his face showed double the frustration compared to when he first entered. To be honest, he actually looked like he almost cried.

“Yah…what really happened?”

“I…I just can’t! I feel like I’ve disappointed everyone!” Jeongwoo exclaimed loudly.

Both Jihoon and Junkyu was surprised by this. Even Doyoung and Mashiho whom were busy cooking stopped to look at what was going on.

Jeongwoo got up from his seat and paced around the kitchen. He was contemplating to tell what happened, but at the same time he felt like it was no use because in the end, you had already escaped from him.

“Jeongwoo-aa, just tell us. It’s okay, who knows we can help you. We’ve been together for so long, you don’t have to be scared to tell us anything,” Doyoung chimed in, trying to calm Jeongwoo down. He already stopped mixing his pancake batter by now.

Jeongwoo stopped pacing around the room. Taking a deep breath, he nodded at his hyung. Doyoung was right, he shouldn’t feel scared to tell them this. He walked back to the chair near Junkyu and Jihoon and joined them again. He took in another deep breath before opening his mouth, “Okay…I’ll tell you guys what happened earlier…”

                                                                 *

 It had been a week since the incident of you meeting the treasure members at the convenience store. It had also been a week since you met Jeongwoo for the second time that day at your apartment’s trash container. There had been no more encounters with these people so far, and you were grateful for it.

You were already prepared to be ambushed and to be filed a lawsuit by last weekend but since nothing happened, you took it as a sign that maybe—just maybe, Jeongwoo was kind enough to look the other way and not file a lawsuit against you. Maybe.

And because there was no proper closure on what was going to happen to you after the encounters you had, you started being extra careful whenever you leave for work or even when you head home after work. Like, literally, this whole current week, you had been walking very fast to work and every time you’re about to pass by the YG Building, it makes your anxiety level rise up, making you hustle like as if you’re running a marathon every single time you pass by the building.

Of course, the only pro to this is that, you’ve been arriving to work earlier than usual and you were able to get more of your work done before it was due.

Since it’s been a week, which means it’s already Friday again today, you were already packing up your belongings from your desk at work before noon time.

“y/n-ssi? Are you done with the brochure I asked you to design?” Sangyeol, another colleague you often work with, asked you.

“Oh yeah. I emailed it to your second email address. The one for department purposes?”

Sangyeol was quiet for a while, staring at his monitor on his desk. Probably checking his email. “Oh right. I’ve got it. Thank you! I’ll let you know if it needs any improvement, yeah?”

You smiled at him, nodding. “Sure, just let me know.”

Your eyes landed on the small table clock on your desk that marked 12.05pm. Bingo. Time to clock out!

                                                                 *

Stepping out of your office building, you felt the warm sun seeping through your skin. It felt good. You love the warmth more than anything. If anything, you hated cold weather more than you hate finding beansprouts in your noodles when you ordered them at a shop. Sure, a little breeze is nice but heck no if it’s the bone-biting cold weather.

After a couple good minutes of soaking in the Sun’s warmth, you proceeded to walk down the block, straight towards the convenience store to commence your usual “Ramen Fridays” ritual.

                                                                  *

 “Welcome!” you heard the young cashier greet you as you entered the shop.

Your eyes met him from afar and you flashed him a friendly smile, considering you were comfortable with his presence by now since you see him every Friday.

“Ramyeon?” he asked out loud as he saw you heading towards the instant noodle’s aisle.

You looked at him and nodded briefly. He smiled at you, a soft and cute one too. You chuckled to yourself thinking that you literally find this cashier cute today when usually you wouldn’t even glance at any guys around you.

Shaking your head to yourself, you focused on scanning the row of instant noodles on the shelves.

You leaned down to take a closer look at the ones at the bottom shelf, when you heard the cashier greeting some other customers into the shop.

                                                                 *

 “Welcome!” the friendly cashier greeted Jaehyuk as he entered the store. He bowed slightly and headed straight towards the chiller. His eyes scanned for that small yellow bottle of his favourite drink, in hopes that it hasn’t sold out yet.

He was busy zoning in on the chiller, he didn’t realise Jeongwoo grabbing his shoulder, making him almost jump out of surprise.

“Hyung! I told you to wait for me, didn’t I? Why did you leave me?” Jeongwoo whined at him.

Jaehyuk chuckled at his dongsaeng’s behaviour. Jeongwoo is indeed the baby brother in the group. Jaehyuk’s eyes narrowed as he smiled behind his half-covered face at Jeongwoo, thinking that this dongsaeng is acting all cute and clingy.

“Eyy you know I want to make sure that I get this drink, right? I need to get a good amount of supply before it runs out,”

“But hyung, what happened to the supply you bought last Tuesday?” Jeongwoo asked him.

“Aish, those are all finished already,” Jaehyuk answered him, his hands already grabbing two bottles of the banana milk in front of him.

“Wait—but you bought 6 bottles the other day,”

Jaehyuk stopped in his action and turned to look at his dongsaeng. “Jeongwoo-aa…”

“Yes, hyung?”

“What happened to those 11 cups of ramen you bought last week?”

Jeongwoo fell silent. “Okay fair point. You can take as many banana uyu as you want hyung,” he said in defeat.

Jaehyuk grinned and proceeded to grab onto more of the banana milk since there seems to be plenty of them today. “Hey Jeongwoo, grab that basket over there. I might take half of these,” he urged his dongsaeng to grab the basket near the front door.

As Jeongwoo was grabbing the basket, a familiar figure tapped his shoulder.

“Oh! Hyung! Gosh, you startled me!” he said, his hand clenched at his chest.

Hyunsuk’s eye smile formed above his face mask. Fixing his cap on his head, he nodded at his dongsaeng, “Where’s Jaehyuk?”

Jeongwoo gestured towards the drink’s chiller, and there was Jaehyuk, arms holding onto 5-6 bottles of banana uyu.

The both of them made their way towards the struggling man and helped him put his drinks into the basket.

“Hyung! What are you doing here?” Jaehyuk asked as soon as he saw Hyunsuk.

Hyunsuk leaned against one of the glass doors of the chiller and smirked as he said, “Jihoon sent me out here to check up on you just in case you buy too much uyu,”

Jeongwoo’s eyes glanced at the basket he was holding, which already had 7 bottles of banana uyu in it, and Jaehyuk’s hand was still reaching into the chiller to grab some more.

Hyunsuk’s eyes darted into the basket as well. “Okay Jaehyuk, that’s enough. This is enough to cover a whole week for you. Put that one back into the chiller,” he points at the bottle in Jaehyuk’s hand.

“But hyung…” at this point, both Hyunsuk and Jeongwoo could hear Jaehyuk pouting as he says this. It was easy to tell that Hyunsuk and Jeongwoo was smiling underneath their masks.

Hyunsuk shook his head and said, “Seven is enough Hyuk-aa. Put the rest back,” his tone sounded like he was still smiling though.

“Aww but hyunggg,” Jaehyuk dragged his words, all in a whining tone now. Jeongwoo was already giggling at him now.

Hyunsuk too, started snickering when his eyes landed on the girl at the payment counter. He stopped what he was doing as he tilt his head slightly. The small orange-coloured heart keychain hanging out of the totebag seemed familiar.

He turned around to look at both his dongsaengs arguing about the banana uyu.

“No, hyung! You heard Hyunsuk-hyung right? Seven is enoughhh,”

“Just one more, please just one more Jeongwoo-aa,”

“Hey Jeongwoo, you settle things up with Jaehyuk first okay? I’ll be right back,” Hyunsuk told his dongsaeng beside him. Jeongwoo nodded at his hyung before proceeding to nag at his hyung about self-control.

                                                                 *

 “No spicy kimchi stew flavoured ramyeon for you today, miss?” the cashier asked as he beeped your bowl of instant sweet curry flavoured ramyeon you had placed on the counter.

“Ooh no thanks. I’m feeling for something sweet today,” you smiled at him.

The cashier nodded at this and smiled as well. “Alright, that’ll be $8.”

You took out your wallet from your tote bag and opened it to pay when suddenly the cashier spoke up again, “Wait—”

Your eyes looked up from your wallet and into his. A questioning look formed on your face, “Y-yes?”

“You didn’t buy any drinks yet,”

You blinked a couple times. “Oh? Oh! Oh no no, I got myself a bottled water today,” you grinned at him. You pulled out the water bottle from your bag to show him as well.

“Oh, alright then,” he giggled. “Okay that’ll only be $8 then.”

You nodded and pulled out a $10 note from your wallet and paid it up to him. You were waiting for your change when suddenly you heard someone’s voice beside you.

“Excuse me,”

You turned around to see a man wearing a cap and face mask on. Only his eyes are visible for you to look at. “…yes? Can I help you?” you asked this man.

“Oh? It’s really you!” the man sounded happy saying this to you.

“Erm, miss, your change?” the cashier interrupted you and the stranger as he handed you your change back. You smiled and took it from him, shoving it into your tote bag. You grabbed the ramyeon bowl from the counter and looked back at the guy in front of you.

“I’m sorry…? I…don’t recall…You are?”

You heard him chuckle. “Oh right, how would you tell? Silly me.” He removed his face mask and lifted his cap slightly to show you his face. His grin was fully visible to you now.

Your eyes widened. “H-Hyunsuk-ssi,” you said softly.

Hyunsuk nodded and smiled brightly at you. “Yes! It’s me! Oh my god it’s been a while!”

You blinked a few times, in hopes that this was just a dream but the more you blink, he’s still there right in front of you. You swallowed the lump in your throat. How…Just how…did I end up meeting him again?

To be continued...

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Their scents/natural smell

*just an f.y.i these are all my personal headcanons and I chose to describe them versus using a couple of words for no reason other than I wanted to. Also, there are characters like Sealand, Seychelles, Liechtenstein, and Moldova missing because in my mind they are babies and it would just be weird for me. 

The America’s 

America: His scent changes depending on where he’s coming from in the U.S., one day he could have of a pine tree scent, to him or motor oil, but generally his cologne is very metallic but underneath that is Evergreen mixed with a faint scent of gunpowder.  

Canada: This may seem stereotypical, but he smells sweet, like sugary donut pancake sweet, but that’s mixed with that crisp, fresh, winter air that comes like a week after it snows, thick, rich wood, and coffee. 

Mexico: Her scent changes based on the seasons, or in general the time of year. During the fall/winter months for the U.S. (September to March) her scent is very subtle and maybe a little dry, not like dusty, but she just smells clean and plain. But during the warmer months is when her scent can be a little overbearing. It’s hot and salty because of the heat but very fruity and sweet, it doesn’t come off as a perfume but rather like she’s eaten a bunch of fruits in one go or had been picking them. 

Cuba: He overwhelmingly smells like motor oil, but not in a bad way, like it’s mixed with sweat because I think in some ways he’s had to learn to love fixing up old cars because of his countries situation. But it’s also mixed with salt water and sand with just a hint of cigar smoke underneath. 

Europe

Britain: Britain’s changes based on the weather. If it’s raining that is the main scent with a mix of smog and motor oil. But if it’s just overcast he still smells like dim weather because it’s so common, but it’s mixed with pipe-smoke, or canon smoke, and old books.

France: This man smell’s like roses like he just does. But he doesn’t smell like the same rose, there’s always something different that may hint at specific color or type of rose, hell maybe where it was grown. He also smells like cheese, which is weird I know, but like really good cheese that when you smell it you just want a cracker with maybe a piece of ham or something and gobble it up. But underneath all that is like old grime, like old metal building grime, and sweat mainly from around the time of the industrialization of Europe and America i.e. the building of the Eifel Tower and the Statue of Liberty. 

Russia: Now like Canada he also smells like winter, but he smells like that impending snowstorm, cold winter weather that almost leaves a taste in your mouth though he burns like a furnace. I also think he smells like old brick or masonry in general. Like an old brick building that hasn’t had a fire blazing inside in a very long time.

Germany: While I want to say he smells like a beer, which he does, but that’s not his main scent. He mainly smells like the top lining on a drum kit, not the old animal hides they used to use, that has gone through a few 6+ hour long practices with a broken stick or two. Now underneath that is the beer smell, but it’s mixed with sweat and motor oil but not only does he like working out he also likes working, mainly on cars, but every once in a while a hint of wood or fire will come through.

Italy: This boy smells like a chefs kitchen, a mix of a lot of things that sometimes makes your nose itch and you wonder what the hell is cooking. But he also smells like oil paint and canvas and marble because like Germany he likes to create, just more Bob Ross and less Rudolf Diesel. 

Southern Italy: This boy like a vineyard, and I know you’ll be asking why Italy or France don’t smell like that, and idk but this boy smells like he spends every morning standing in the middle of the vineyard where the wind can pass right through him and that’s his cologne. But he also smells like shoe polish and fresh, baked bread. 

Spain: This man smells like a lot of various things and changes constantly. The most prominent thing he smells like is seafood, like battered and fried seafood with an undertone of salt. But other times he’ll smell very sweet still with that undertone of salt. 

Scotland: This man smells old, but not like the same old that China smells, but more like a castle – masonry old. And he obviously smells like smoke/nicotine because he smokes but it’s not seeped into his clothes its right around his head/neck area and everywhere else just smells like old linen. Like something you haven’t worn in a few months that’s been hanging in your closet clean but maybe you should’ve shaken it before you put it on. 

Poland: So, if you catch him when he wakes up in between showers he’ll smell spicy actually with like an undertone of rugged wilderness, like plain grass and wheat, and water. But he really likes the flowery smells of perfume so he’ll wear those a lot though he is conscious of the impact it can have on other people, so he never wears too much and he tries to go for the more shuttle scents like flowers over things like cotton candy or berry because those are really pungent.  

Lithuanian: He smells like the woods, like dead-ass middle of nowhere moss covering everything woods mixed with fresh water and sometimes things like berries with a rugged undertone of dirt and evergreen that was pushed into his scent all the time's wolves would just tackle and love all over him. During the winter his scent can get very stuffy and plain, like what happens to a house when it’s being lived in but not, yet it’s surrounded by the cold. 

Latvia: This is gonna sound odd, but he smells like ham, potatoes, and alcohol. Like most of the time, he smells very plain and nothing really sticks out so sometimes he’ll wear cologne but when it’s colder out and he’s stuck inside and everything he smells like ham, potatoes, and alcohol. 

Estonia: This man smells like an office/server room. It’s really clean but cold with a metallic undertone. But he also smells really fresh after he’s left the office and showered – like fresh berries and other fruits. Sometimes he’ll smell more like potatoes and meat but that’s mostly when in the winter when the fresh fruits and all can’t be picked. There are also some earthy undertones to his scent that come out during the winter.

Austria: He smells like old sheet music, or just like old paper in general. That kinda dusty but intriguing smell you get from a really old document or book. There’s also a layer of coffee, fried bread, and evergreen. He sometimes wear a sharp cologne if he’s going out or something and he doesn’t use any super flowery shampoo or anything in the shower so most of the time he smells like old books and food – might made you hungry. 

Switzerland: He can also sometimes smell like cheese, but again the good kind of cheese that you wanna eat. But he also smells like really clean, crisp water with an undertone on evergreen and metal. He’ll sometimes smell sweet and other times he’ll smell like beer but those come out depending on what he’s eaten or whenever he showered last. 

Netherlands: This man is a blend of tulips, chocolate, and pipe smoke. On is always more dominant than the either and kinda gives away his mood. Sometimes he’ll have a woody-fury undertone to him from the time he's spent outside with rabbits. The heavy smoke smell typically gives away that he’s stressed or maybe even mad. The chocolate says that he’s been with his sister and could be in a good mood if it was just them, but it can also be a sign that he’s trying to relax and it’s not working. The tulip smell says that he’s suuuuuper happy and relaxed and that you could go and talk to him and he's chill. Mostly on the weekends. 

Belgium: She smells like chocolate, chocolate, and flowers but with undertones of a vegetable garden and fresh air. She doesn’t really wear any perfume and doesn’t use super pungent shampoos and lotions. She mostly smells sweet but occasionally there will be this metallic, salty sea air undertone that comes out especially when she’s sweating that’ll remind that his women will kick your ass if she needs to.

Belarus: She smells very metallic but also sweet, like sucker sweet with while you have a tongue or lip piercing. Her cold undertone is the cold air that you breathe in super deep to fill your lung and try to relax, maybe the kinda cold that fills you before you start running outside or hiking. 

Ukraine: She smells like wheat, but not like gross wheat but like the standing in the middle of the field kinda wheat smell that is where you’d wanna take a super aesthetic photo those it’s kinda itchy as hell. She also smells like flower, as in cooking flower, because I picture her as liking to bake and yeah. Her undertone is cold, but like the cold of seeing your breath, the also sweet cold that doesn’t hurt at first but if you stay out in it you’ll nose will hurt.

Nordics

Iceland: Because he is an island with volcano’s he smells like molten rock mixed with cold seawater but with an undertone of grass. It’s very inviting and warm to smell, no sulfur unless there was a recent eruption and then he reeks of it but also sweats and he’s in a lot of pain and a cloud of smoke almost lingers around him until everything is calmed down. 

Norway: This man smells like Evergreen/Pine trees and cold water with clean linens that weren’t washed with anything scented. But he can smell like chocolate, beer, and pancake mix with just a hint of pipe-smoke. (*this is coming from personal experience in Norway and this is what I remember smelling*)

Finland: I wanna say he smells like Christmas, but he’s Finland and so his Christmas is different from mine, but I will say it’s a good bet that he smells like sugar cookies and maybe wrapping paper, like that smell that lingers after you’ve cut it a bunch in the same room. Like Russia, Norway, Canada, and the rest of the colder nations he too smells cold, but he smells like snow cold, like a gentle flurry that you’d take aesthetic photos in kinda snow. But I think he has undertones of gunpowder and metal.

Denmark: This man smells like a bonfire, and I don’t really know why, but he smells like a bonfire mixed with sea water and fresh brew booze. It’s very welcoming and it almost gives you energy and makes you want to stay there a socialize with him and maybe drink and cause some trouble but that’s your decision. Unless it’s the dead of winter he doesn’t smell as cold as say Russia or Canada, but if there’s a bad storm that bonfire smell with mix well with the cold and will make you want to curl up and nap with him. 

Sweden: This man smells like a wood workshop, sometimes he smells like more fresh cut wood and others he smells like wood sealer and sawdust. Again, like the others, he smells like the cold but it’s not a pungent as some of the others like you’d have to be hugging him for a while to notice it versus Russia where you’d immediately notice it especially during winter. There are some undertones of sea water and motor oil/exhaust but like the cold, you’ll have to be hugging him to notice or he just took a shower and then those are more present. 

Asia 

China: So like Scotland, he smells old but a different kind of old, like old wood and paper. Liked like a house that hasn’t had anyone in it for a long time but it’s not rotting or anything. But on a bad day, i.e. bad weather and such, he heavily smells like smog and he desperately tries to cover it up if he gets out of bed and has to leave the house. But he tries to purposely smell clean like fresh linen’s just washed or a sparkling clean house though in his young years i.e. Silk Road and all he heavily began to smell like opium. But he always has an undertone of warm tea. 

Japan: This man smells like ink mixed with paper, and it shows on the tips of his fingers. This mainly comes from the hours he spends reading and writing various mangas and stories. But he also smells like pillow packing feathers, you know that ones that’ll stab from the inside of the pillow lining but smell great and are super fluffy. There’s also so undertones of fire embers and cats.

South Korea: His smell changes like some of the others, but its equally based on where he is and the weather. If he’s coming from Seoul he can smell like a busy street and a blend of people but if it’s raining it turns into motor oil and maybe a warm bowl of ramen. If he’s coming from somewhere like Daegu or Busan he may smell more like street food or more like the water. 

India: This man smells like spice, which does seem stereotypical, but he also smells like rain and really rich tea. But it’s all brought together with a really clean, linen smell with just hint of metallic undertones. His smell is also really bright and even fruity almost or flowery with undertones of like massage oil or something. 

Ottoman Family

Turkey: This man smells like olive oil, I know kinda weird, but the trees grow abundantly in the western part of the country and its used in the food. But she also can sometimes smell like fish but also sometimes just smell like the water, it kinda depends on what he eats and the weather. He has a smoke and sweetness undertone – like chocolate and maybe opium(?). He’ll also sometimes smell like mud and sweat but again it depends on the time of year and what he’s been doing. 

Greece: I’m gonna say it, this man smells like cats but not like cat shit or litter, just cats. That soft, fluffy, warm feeling you have when you first interact with a cat before you realize how weird they kinda smell. But he too smells old in a way, but his old smell is like colosseum old smell – marble, stone, a bit dusty but doesn’t irritate your nose. Like it’s not dirty, just it’s been here for a while kinda old. There’s also a big undertone of sea water and linen but like none processed linen so like it’s being made into something linen not ‘oh this is a shirt or sheet’ kinda linen.

Egypt: Another one that smells old but this old can be the kind that irritates your nose because his old is the old of a place that was sealed away and not messed with for a long time for good reason kinda old. But he also smells like fruit and vegetables, nothing specific but like he smells fresh and natural (?) with a mix of fresh water. 

Hungary: She smells like metal, shiny, heavy metal mixed with dirt and sweat because she’s a badass woman who fought but also, mainly because of her time with turkey, she smells a bit like hay, spice, and smoke. Though all of his doesn’t come out unless she’s either a) working out or b) just woke up because she likes to uses a lot of flower-scented products but doesn’t wear perfume. 

Other

Prussia: He smells more like beer than his brother but like Hungary, he has an old metal and grime smell to him from years of fighting and wearing armor. He also smells like paper because for a long time, especially with Fitz, he played music and when he could sleep he would study it but also it’s from all his writing and home many times he’s sat down a read over his journals. I also think he probably smells slightly like smoke but no particular scent to it like bonfire or nicotine, he just sometimes smells like smoke. 

Australia: This man is a bit all over the place. Mainly he smells a bit dry or clay-like, but it’ll mix with salt water and sand and sometimes it’ll turn really muddy and wet. I could compare it to a wet dog smell but its not gross he just very much resembles his environment and so it changes but in general his smell can be relaxing if you’re asking for a hug but if he throws his arm around smiling really wide that smell will likely give away the fact that he’s gonna drag you off to do something adventurous and potentially dangerous. 

New Zealand: They smell like grass, but not like fresh cut grass or brittle dying grass, just tall, thick, plain grass with a mix of saltwater air and mountain top cold, but this last one changes depending on where they are because they could also smell a bit dry/sandy. They also smell sweet, but not like chocolate or sugar sweet, just sweet like you a few houses down from a bakery kinda sweet. 

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Top Ten Authentic Chinese Recipes

Chinese food products are a delicious way to expand your personal recipe book, particularly if you feel affection to utilize simple, fresh ingredients with short cooking hour.

These top ten dishes are famous worldwide, and so are must-haves within your collection of Chinese recipes.

Fried Rice - A preferred item in Chinese restaurants, fried rice is your ultimate Chinese food, and may be the single most flexible within your cookbook because you could use leftover rice and ingredients for making it. Of course, you should use fresh ingredients but it’s recommended to use rice having been placed in the fridge overnight for best results. Ingredients usually involved in making fried rice are eggs, spring onions, diced meat of either beef, chicken or pork, ham, prawns and vegetables comparable to bean sprouts, peas, celery, corn and carrots. There are plenty of varieties of fried rice but the more famous ones are classified as the Yong Chow and Fukien fried rice.

Kung Pao Chicken - Kung Pao chicken or Kung Po chicken is usually a Chinese dish from Szechuan cuisine and it is considered to be a delicacy. The recipe just for this savory dish commonly needs diced chicken that could be pre-marinated and fast stir-fried with unsalted roasted peanuts, red all kinds of peppers, sherry or rice wine, hoisin sauce, sesame oil, oyster sauce, and chili peppers. Alternatively, you need to use shrimp, scallops, beef or pork rather than the chicken.

Moo Shu Pork - This is a dish of northern Chinese origin as well as a favorite of many. Ingredients inside a Mushu pork recipe usually involve green cabbage, carrots, wood ear mushrooms, bean sprouts, scallions, scrambled eggs and day lily buds. Sweet peppers, snow pea pods, celery, onions, Shiitake mushrooms and bok choy are sometimes used. The vegetables are cut into long and thin strips before cooking, together with the exception for bean sprouts and day lily buds. Fried Mushu pork is wrapped in moo shu pancakes that’s brushed with hoisin sauce and eaten by hand. Moo shu pancakes are thin wrappers manufactured from flour that may be handy in supermarkets and steamed immediately before eating.

General Tso’s Chicken - General Tso’s chicken is really a Hunan cuisine which tastes spicy and sweet and of course popular in Chinese restaurants in Canada and America where it’s often marked as a “chef’s specialty”. General Tso’s Chicken recipe commonly involves battered chicken deep-fried and marinated with ginger, garlic, rice vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, Shaoxing wine or sherry, sugar, scallions, and hot chili peppers.

Spring Rolls - Spring rolls make fabulous snacks and appetizers. They’re just like egg rolls, but are slightly different to its cousin. Springs rolls are have less filling than egg rolls, is smaller in size and its skin is thinner. To make a spring roll, minced meat and thinly cut strips of vegetables are rolled and sealed in a square or circular rice paper. It truly is then deep fried till crispy and golden brown. Serve this crowd pleaser piping hot.

Chinese Dumplings - Chinese dumplings absolutely are a fabulous addition in your home-made foods, and might be made simply and quickly using just a a few ingredients. Important when making an excellent dumpling is usually to confirm that any of your ingredients are finely minced, to make sure that each one of the dumplings are steamed within a equivalent time.

Beef and Broccoli - The vital key to cooking up a delicious Beef and Broccoli dish in your home would be to make a good sauce made up of oyster sauce, light soy sauce, thick soy sauce and cornstarch solution. Marinade the meat before stir frying with sugar, rice vinegar, cornstarch solution, soy sauce and sugar.

Sweet and Sour Pork - This savory-sweet highly popular Chinese dish is of Cantonese origin. It is a good dish to organize if you find yourself planning on having guests, who will be wildly impressed with the cooking skill. When it comes to other Chinese food recipes, the significant key to deciding on a great Sweet and Sour Pork dish is present in the sauce made from sugar, ketchup, white vinegar, and soy sauce. Its ingredients include pork, pineapple, bell pepper and onion cut into bite size pieces.

Chow Mein - In American Chinese cuisine, Chow Mein is known as a stir-fried dish consisting of noodles, meat such usually chicken, shrimp, beef and pork, cabbage along with vegetables.

Chop Suey - Chop suey or “za sui” or “shap sui” literally means ‘mixed pieces’ is an American-Chinese dish usually contains leftover meats and vegetables stir fried quickly inside a sauce thickened with starch. It is a great dish when you need to expend the last of yesterday’s chicken or pork roast and may incorporate meats out of any kind for example fish, chicken, shrimp, pork or beef and various vegetables from celery to bean sprouts and cabbage. Chop Suey will often be eaten with rice.

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rice + crab + seaweed + pancake mix?!

This turned out great!! I had a feeling it would while I was thinking about it in my head but until it’s actually made, . .. it just makes me feel good, you know?

With Taste of Edmonton coming soon, I remember one of the things I’ve eaten at the food festival was crab cream cheese wontons. It’s a fried item & the filling of the deep-fried wonton is exactly as described: imitation crab meat with cream cheese!

& bcos I have imitation crab meat at home, I decided to use it for this creation~

Rip apart the crab meat.

Rice! Yeah.. the goal was to, again, sometime hide the rice bcos. .. I don’t know, call me weird but I just don’t prefer rice lol

Mix in some Korean tartar sauce. Mayo would work too but I don’t have mayo at home.

Some black pepper for a little kick.

Regular seaweed. You’ll want to cut 1 standard sheet into 4 squares.

Put some rice-crab mixture on the small sheet of seaweed. I used about 1 overflowing teaspoon for each one, so about 1 tbsp-ish.

Fold into this triangular shape.

Fold ALL of them into this triangular shape haha Since I was working with warm rice, the warm rice shriveled up the seaweed but that’s not a problem.

I prepared pancake mix. Mine is now a mixture of tempura powder, Korean pancake mix, as well as Korean frying mix. Like it’s just all.. . combined into a bag now :P

Dip the seaweed triangles in the batter & pan-fry.

Honestly, I thought it was really good! The seaweed does get chewy bcos of the moisture but you can still bite apart pretty easily. I would’ve wanted it to be crispier but I wasn’t going for the “fried” texture. Some areas did have a crunch but it’s not the main texture. I think I seasoned the rice/crab mixture well. This was like finger food/appetizer but it’s a filling one lol I would definitely make this again!! Gotta get my rice in somehow ;)

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Valbonne is trés bonne, and Nice is SO NICE.

I’m catching up on myself now, so forgive me the time lag between events and their corresponding blog posts. I’m a busy nomad at the moment. Places to see, busses to catch, vino to drink, pasta to eat. Werk, werk, werk, werk, werk. I know, your heart bleeds.

So in between the long mornings and slow afternoons at the beach in Antibes, I took myself on a couple of mini excursions.

In fact, the original plan included way more trips all over the south coast of France, potentials including St Tropez, Cannes, Monaco, Grasse, and maybe even Marseille. The problem was that faced with the reality of how lovely Antibes was, and also the reality of how likely it was to be able to do all these things well in five days and really enjoy myself, I narrowed my outings down to two: a morning in Valbonne at the beautiful Friday market and a day in Nice. With hindsight, I think I made GOOD DECISIONS.

Valbonne’s market was as vast and as beautiful as I hoped. I would say that it had a good ratio of chic classy French wares to tourist tat, say about 90:10. It’s not even that I think the tourist tat is always to be avoided, sometimes it’s worth a trip just for the tourist tat. My case home from China was building with some of the finest tourist tat that this world can offer and last year I spent a good fifteen minutes trying to take a good picture of a woman modelling her wares of dog baseball caps on her Yorkshire Terrier. I didn’t get a good picture, but by no means do I consider that time wasted.

However, Valbonne I kind of went to channeling my hopes to dive into the real life version of a book I recently read (A Pig in Provence, Georgeanne Brennan) that persuaded me that Provençal living is the finest kind of living, and that fresh goats cheese tastes more interesting than it actually does. So for me, Valbonne was a slice of French magical realism, and it hit that desire almost as well as any market could. To be fair, I just love markets as well. All it had to do to tick my boxes was sell any stuff from a trestle table under a plastic red canopy, with the potential of a haggling-type exchange.

I didn’t buy anything to take away with me, but I did eat some rather good Provençal street food: socca (a kind of chickpea pancake from the region that is crispy with good and black crunchy bits on the outside and tender like wet scrambled eggs on the inside) served with heaps of pepper and beignets of deep fried courgette flowers in batter. I loved Valbonne, but I did nearly die of melting away from the coast. I returned by a beautifully air conditioned bus that took me through some gorgeous villages, with a plan to jump straight into the sea. Feeling all adventurous, I nipped to the adjacent-to-Antibes Juan-les-Pins, but all that did was to satisfy my smugness at staying on the right side of the Cap d’Antibes. Too many private beaches, too much noise, and far too many crisp packets and floating plasters in the water.

Now Nice, if I’m honest, I kind of went to begrudgingly, reasoning with myself that I would just go back to Antibes if it proved disappointing and not worth wasting my last full day in France for. I was worried that it would just be too much of a city with less personality that a beautiful little town or village. I was wrong.

I hopped off of the train and walked towards the coast, through the city centre. Straight down the Avenue Jean Médecin, which is a generic (though not unpleasant) main shopping street, complete with packed trams zipping up and down. It wasn’t until I got to the bottom at the Place Masséna and Fontaine du Soleil that I was really impressed, and got to see a little of the Niçoise personality. It is paved with fabulous monochrome tiles, covered in plinths hoisting up crouching white statues, with public fountains-cum-water-parks to your left and right, one shooting up unpredictable and energetic spurts of water from the ground, the other steaming up cooling and calming mist that create iridescent little rainbows as the sun hits their clouds.

I moved further away from the city to the famous Promenade d’Anglais that I feel might be a little overrated (though in all fairness I was recommended to visit in the evening) and the packed out long-but-narrow strip of beach that runs along the promenade. The beach was heaving, with many private beaches, like Juan-les-Pins, and instead of sand there were piping hot pebbles that were being baked in the sun (alongside the many stretched out in glamorous swimwear on their glamorous towels). Though I can’t genuinely pooh-pooh the beach because, though packed and pebbly and a little sold-out, had a sea of the brightest aqua blue that impelled me to whip my clothes off right there and then (awkwardly shuffling around under my towel to be fair) and jump in (in my swimsuit). I believe that being in sea that beautiful makes you feel beautiful. It makes life feel beautiful and your soul shines. It’s just the science of the Mediterranean.

I hopped out and wandered up through the pretty Vieux Nice (the old town of Nice). I met Philippe who grabbed my arm and told me that he needed to show me the Cathedral. He kindly did, though sadly when we parted ways, I had to assure him that we would not be keeping in touch. Almost a holiday romance, but I find myself ok with missing what could have been. I marched my way up to the MAMAC (Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art).

MAMAC is a well regarded, though not one of the most famous art galleries to go to in Nice. Had I had more time I may have gone up to Cimiez that hosts the Chagall museum and the Matisse museum. But I didn’t so I went for contemporary art, as that is probably my favourite flavour. I bought a ticket at MAMAC and found out that actually I got a 24 hour ticket to many of Nice’s museums, so if I’d have planned better I may have taken an arty day in Nice, starting earlier. But you live and learn.

Anyway, MAMAC was wonderful. It was as surprising, shocking, inspiring and varied as any good contemporary art gallery. There was an exhibition on the theme of ‘Earth, Air, Fire and Water’, that for some reason spoke right to my soul. The whole gallery was laid out in an incredible building- amazing exhibition spaces, great and generous resting areas, and an amazing roof space made up of turrets, terraces, bridges and roof gardens that gave way to beautiful views across the city and coast.

After this I had a brief wander around the area known as the ‘Petit Marais’ for its elegant coffee shops, that is just next to the gallery. Then a final beer and socca (having got a taste for it), before hopping on the tram and heading back to the station for Antibes, and my final night in France...

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20 Traditional Polish Foods to Try in Poland or At Home

Ready to take a tour of traditional food in Poland? You’ve got everything from your standard fare that’s been eaten in Poland for generations to dishes that even molecular gastronomist Ferran Adrià would applaud. On your next trip there, make sure you try some of the following food in Poland.

I have to say: before I left for my trip to Poland, my idea of Polish cuisine was pierogi and kielbasa. While I did find those traditional Polish foods aplenty, I also was surprised by the diversity of other foods in Poland, including some pretty amazing contemporary cuisine at cutting-edge restaurants.

Must-Try Traditional Polish Foods

This post was originally written by Susan Guillory and has been updated by The Planet D with even more delicious Polish dishes.

1. Pierogi

Pierogi is a must-try food in Poland

You won’t get far in Poland without running into a pierogi, and believe me, you won’t mind. Eating Pierogi’s in Poland is like eating dumplings are in Asia, or empanadas in South or Central America: flat dough discs stuffed with delightful fillings and then boiled. At the restaurant Zapiecek, which seems to be as ubiquitous as TGIFriday’s in the US (though much tastier in my humble opinion), we also sampled fried pierogi, which, frankly, I preferred.

The most common pierogi are filled with beef, though you’ll find both sweet and savory fillings like twaróg cheese, (a type of cottage cheese) lentils, turkey and carrots, mushrooms, and even fruit or jams. Served with a side of sour cream for savory pierogies or powdered sugar, butter, or even whipped cream for sweet pierogies.

Red Barszcz (Borscht)

Red Barszcs with noodles

Red Barszcz is a Polish beet soup that is similar to borscht of eastern European countries like Russia and Ukraine. (We at a lot of Goulash on the Mongol Rally). Traditional borscht is usually made from cabbage and contains meat and tomatoes while the Polish version of barszcz is meatless and is a basic beet broth soup that is red in color. You can really put anything in you like and it is often served with potatoes and vegetables. Note: White Barszcz is similar but uses fermented rye flour or sour rye bread base. Make your own Barszcz with this authentic European recipe.

Zurek

One soup we had over and over again in Poland (not that I minded) was Zurek, or sour bread soup. It was tangy and creamy, and at Hotel Bristol’s Marconi Restaurant — which got my vote for the best zurek — it also had a quail’s egg and bits of ham.

Nalesniki

Nalesniki is a Polish crepe similar to French crepes. They can be filled with whatever you like and are often eaten as breakfast food. But they can be filled with other ingredients like sauerkraut, cheese, meats, and mushrooms. Popular sweet fillings are jams, fruit, and cottage cheese can also be used. See how to make Nalesniki at home with this recipe.

Krokiety

Krokiety is stuffed Nalesniki (crepes) that are battered with breadcrumbs and fried to perfection. These Polish Croquettes are stuffed with mushrooms and fried onions and are usually served with Barszcz. A traditional Christmas Eve dish, they can also be stuffed with any meat or cabbage. But they aren’t only eaten at Christmas, Korkiety can be found in most Polish food restaurants and food stands. Polish foodies blog has a good recipe to follow.

Mizeria

Mizeria is a refreshing Polish cucumber salad. The term Mizeria means misery in Polish but this salad is anything but miserable. This creamy cucumber salad is made with sour cream, vinegar, fresh dill and salt and sugar.

Salatka Jarzynowa

Another type of Polish salad is Salatka Jarzynowa made of boiled carrots and potatoes. Mix these main ingredients with mayonnaise, pickled cucumbers and peas, and onions. You can also add boiled eggs for some protein.

Rosol

Rosol is a Polish chicken soup that is served on special occasions. Like your grandma’s chicken soup, Rosol is also eaten when feeling under the weather for the ultimate comfort food. The chicken broth is served with noodles, carrots, parsley, and other herbs and spices.

Placki Ziemniaczane (Potato Pancakes)

Mmm mmm good. These Polish potato pancakes are crisp on the outside and soft on the inside. The easy to prepare recipe makes it a staple in Polish cuisine. Grate potatoes and add eggs and onions and then fry them up in oil for a quick and easy meal. Serve with a side of sour cream and you have a delicious snack. The Polish Housewife shares a couple of recipes here.

Makowiec (Polish Poppy Seed Roll)

Makowiec (strucla makowa) is rolled dough filled with your choice of filling with the main filling being poppyseed. Add butter, sugar, walnuts and raisins and you have a sweet and delicious treat. You can find these poppy seed rolls at any bakery in Poland. And it is often served on holidays like Christmas and Easter. Learn how to make this yummy treat at the Spruce Eats.

Paczki

Another sweet treat to add to your Polish dinner party is Paczki. Paczki are the Polish version of doughnuts. Deep-fried dough is usually filled with jams, fruit, or custards and sprinkled with powdered sugar. People started baking Paczki on Fat Thursday to use up the lard, eggs, and fruit to prepare for the fasting of Lent.

Bison Grass Vodka

At home, I could take or leave vodka, but once I had my first szarlotka (also known as tatanka) beverage upon arrival, there was no going back. Poland is proud of its vodka and will argue to the grave that they — not Russia — invented it and then perfected it. Zubrowka is the brand of choice because of one unique flavor: bison grass. The grass gives the vodka its distinct mellow vanilla flavor, and even decorates the inside of the bottle.

Mix Zubrowka with apple juice, and you have the szarlotka. It helps if you have the amazing light apple juice you can find in Poland rather than the artificial stuff in the US.

Burning Rose Dessert

If you’re like me, you skip dessert at the end of the meal simply because there’s no room in your tummy. But after my fellow travel writers and I saw the cloud-like Burning Rose being delivered to a nearby table at Krakow’s Szaragez, we changed our tune. The clouds turned out to be cotton candy, which was lit on fire to melt to a dish of raspberry parfait. The actual dessert was as good as the performance!

Kabanosy

Kabanosy (kabanos) is a Polish sausage. This long thin strip of sausage is often touted as the finest meat stick in the world. The process of salting and curing this sausage can take from 3 months to one year. It got its name from the nickname given to the young fat pigs (kabanek) that are raised in Eastern Poland with a diet of mostly potatoes.

Golabki – Polish Cabbage Rolls

You can’t visit Eastern Europe without tasting traditional cabbage rolls. Golabki consists of boiled cabbage stuffed with minced meat, rice, and chopped onions. Smother them with a tomato sauce for savory goodness. Check out the Polonist for the ingredients and how to make it.

Bigos – Hunter’s Stew

Bigos is a Polish meat stew and shredded cabbage and sauerkraut. You can really put anything you like in it from different meats to sausages or no meat at all. Slow cook it with mushrooms, onions, and tomatoes and let the aromas seep into your house. Check it out here.

Kopytka

Kopytka is potato dumplings that are popular in southern Poland. They can be eaten as a side dish or as a main meal. Their diamond shape is said to resemble little hooves. Similar to Italian Gnocci, Kopytka can be served any way you like. Top them with tomato sauce, saute them with garlic, mushrooms and onions, top them with buttered breadcrumbs, or even make them a sweet treat with powdered sugar. Get this mashed potato dumpling recipe to make at home.

Kotlet Schabowy (Breaded Pork Cutlets)

kotlet schabowy is similar to Schnitzel

Kotlet Schabowy is a breaded pork chop that reminded me of Schnitzel in Germany or Austria. This main course dish is made of pork that is pounded to a thin piece of meat, breaded with bread crumbs and flour and an egg and then cooked in oil over high heat. Serve with Sauerkraut and mashed potatoes and you have the perfect Sunday afternoon meal.

Gulasz (Goulash)

This comfort food is a Polish stew similar to Goulash you’ll find in Hungary. Gulasz is a meat stew usually made with beef, onions, and tomatoes with a dash of paprika. It can be served over boiled potatoes or noodles and with a side of fresh baked bread. Polish Meals has a good easy to follow recipe here.

Steak Tartare

On our last night in Warsaw, I swore I wouldn’t eat meat again. As amazing as the food had been, I was meated out. But then I saw steak tartare being prepared tableside at Stary Dom, and I knew I was a goner. The chef, in his 60s, I’d guess, prepares between 150 and 200 steak tartare servings each day! First, he deftly chops the steak, then mixes in mushrooms, fried onions, seasonings, and other goodies. The portion was way more than we could eat! I hated leaving it, but what can you do in a country that is so generous with its portions?

Poland surprised me in many ways, not the least of which was its memorable cuisine. Do you like Polish food? What is your favorite dish?

Photos by Susan Guillory and the following:

Silar, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons – krokiety

Steven Depolo from Grand Rapids, MI, USA, CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons – cabbage rolls

Kuruni, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons – Golabki

Silar, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Mariuszjbie, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons -Mizeria

JanKokular, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons – crepes

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Funnel cake fries fast food

They're deep-fried dough slathered in powdered sugar and then topped with fresh fruit. But have you ever had one made by a small batch cook? I'll bet it tastes better, because these recipes are all about using quality ingredients to make something that is worth savoring! This recipe for Funnel cake fries fast food will be your new go-to dessert. It's just the right size for two people but big enough to last if you want to share with your friends or family. Get ready to get fried!

The idea of making homemade desserts can be daunting at first glance, but this recipe breaks down every step into simple instructions so even novice cooks can do it! All you need is flour, eggs.

How do I make Aldi funnel cake?

I've been to a few fun fairs, but I never thought the funnel cake was that great. But then my sister dragged me to Aldi for groceries and I saw these really low prices on flour. And since we were already there...I decided to try making some at home! It turns out this is one of the best desserts ever! Fiend more information to click here.

So here's how you do it:   1) Buy four cups of flour, two tablespoons of salt, three-fourths cup sugar, and one tablespoon baking powder. 2) Mix all those ingredients together in one bowl - you might need to add more water or milk depending on what consistency you want your dough to be (it should be able to hold its shape). 3) Grab

Is funnel cake made from pancake batter?

A funnel cake is a fried dough pastry made of flour, sugar, baking powder and salt that's deep-fried in oil. A popular misconception is that the batter used to make them resembles pancake batter. However, this couldn't be further from the truth! Funnel cakes are not made with any type of pancake batter; they're just regular old dough.

The origins of funnel cakes date back to 1891 when hungry carnival goers had been clamoring for something sweet and different after hours on the midway. In response to their demands, an unknown vendor came up with the genius idea to fry a piece of dough in hot oil then dust it with powdered sugar or cinnamon before serving it piping hot straight off the griddle.

Can you microwave funnel cake?

The first time I microwaved a funnel cake, I was really excited. The idea of being able to make my favorite carnival food at home seemed like such an innovative and convenient way to enjoy it. However, when the microwave dinged that sweet-smelling popcorn smell filled the kitchen and what came out looked more like a plateful of burnt fried dough than anything else.

It made me think about all the other things people have microwaved in their kitchens before; spaghetti squash, eggs, bacon...and how they've turned out looking remarkably different from what you see on TV! So I did some research and found out that there is no way you can successfully microwave a funnel cake - or any fried food for that matter .

What can you do with leftover funnel cakes?

Funnel cakes are a summertime favorite. You can usually find them at fairs, carnivals and amusement parks. What do you do with the leftovers? The answer is simple; just put it in your pocket or purse for later! They're easy to carry around because they're small and compact. When hunger strikes, simply take one out of your bag or pocket and enjoy it as a snack on the go.

Did you know that funnel cakes were invented in 1894 by Ernest Hamwi? At first he made them in his bakery but eventually started selling them at fairgrounds to make more money.   Funnel cake recipes vary depending on where you live: some use butter, some use oil, others use lard.

How many calories are in a funnel cake?

I'm sure you've been to the fair and seen all those delicious food stands, but have you ever wondered how many calories are in them? I'll tell you! We will be discussing funnel cakes. A typical funnel cake is about 250-300 calories and 5g of fat as well as 27g of carbs. This blog post includes a chart that displays what other foods on the stand would be equivalent to a medium size funnel cake for those who want to keep track of their intake. You can also find out how much exercise it would take to burn off these calories if anything interests you there as well!

This article was written by an anonymous author who wanted to share facts about this popular summertime treat.

Are fried Oreos bad for you?

It's safe to say that America has a love affair with fried foods. Fried cookie dough, fried bacon, fried Oreos...you name it! But what if I told you these foods are actually bad for you? Don't worry - I'm not about to give up all my guilty pleasures. I just want to take the opportunity to show you how much healthier your diet can be by making some simple swaps. You'll still enjoy delicious food while also eating healthy and feeling good about yourself.

Fried Oreos may seem like a guilty pleasure, but are they really bad for you? We're going to break it down and give some pros and cons of eating fried Oreos.

Pros: Fried Oreos taste great, that's the number one pro. Plus you can enjoy them with friends at a party or cookout without feeling too guilty since they are only 140 calories each (most people don't eat just one). Cons: Eating fried food is not good for your heart health because it increases levels of cholesterol in the body. There's also the possibility that frying an already-processed food like an Oreo will heat up those ingredients to dangerous levels; this has been linked to cancer before.

Conclusion:

The best part of making your own funnel cakes is that you can make as many or as few at a time. This recipe will yield about four large (6-inch) funnel cakes, but feel free to double it if you have more than two people wanting some! Homemade doughnuts are another tasty treat for the morning, and we've got recipes on our website for both regular and gluten-free versions. If you're not feeling up to rolling out your own dough in the morning, don't worry! We also carry pre-made mix from local bakeries like Dutch Girl Bakery which would be perfect with fresh fruit topping like strawberries or bananas.

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Orange pancakes, beef sausages, Arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea.

Hey everyone, it's me again, Dan, welcome to our recipe page. Today, I will show you a way to prepare a distinctive dish, orange pancakes, beef sausages, arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea. One of my favorites. For mine, I will make it a bit tasty. This will be really delicious.

Orange pancakes, beef sausages, Arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea is one of the most well liked of recent trending foods on earth. It is appreciated by millions every day. It's easy, it is quick, it tastes yummy. Orange pancakes, beef sausages, Arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea is something that I have loved my entire life. They're fine and they look wonderful.

To get started with this particular recipe, we must first prepare a few components. You can have orange pancakes, beef sausages, arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea using 12 ingredients and 9 steps. Here is how you can achieve that.

The ingredients needed to make Orange pancakes, beef sausages, Arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea:

{Get of For pancakes you need;.

{Take 100 gms of wheat flr.

{Get 1 of egg.

{Take to taste of Sugar.

{Take of Mixture of milk n water.

{Make ready of Grated orange zest n its juice.

{Take 1 tbsp of melted butter or margarine.

{Take of cooking oil.

{Get of Boiled arrowroots n sweet potatoes.

{Prepare of Deep fried beef sausages.

{Get 1 Cup of tea. Or any other beverage of your choice.

{Make ready 1 of tomato.

Instructions to make Orange pancakes, beef sausages, Arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea:

In a mixing bowl, add sugar n an egg n give it a good mix..

Add orange zest n its juice..

Add water n milk as you mix..

Add flr n continue mixing to a light smooth batter..

Add melted butter/ margarine n give it a final mix..

In a frying pan, add a little oil n heat it a bit..

Using a soup laddle, scoop one full laddle n spread it over. Using low heat, cook it till both sides are brown..

Repeat this till you are done with your pancakes..

For sausages, heat cooking oil in a frying pan n add in your sausages. Keep on turning them till ready. Enjoy your breakfast. Gooday..

So that's going to wrap it up for this exceptional food orange pancakes, beef sausages, arrowroots, sweetpotatoes, tea recipe. Thanks so much for reading. I am sure you can make this at home. There is gonna be more interesting food in home recipes coming up. Remember to save this page in your browser, and share it to your loved ones, colleague and friends. Thank you for reading. Go on get cooking!

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January 28, 2016  Chris DeVille

 Pray for America. In the early weeks of 2016, a disturbing development has come to pass that exposes some dark truths about the US population. A figure from this country’s past, one who represents our culture’s basest instincts and poorest taste, has somehow bounced back from relative obscurity and risen to a new level of prominence. Once laughed off as a punchline with a bad haircut, this figure has exhibited a startling endurance on the national stage. He swaggers through life with a boorish self-confidence, and a discouragingly large subset of the people are buying what he’s selling. It seemed like a joke at first, but it’s not funny anymore. For the sake of the children, this person must be stopped.

Donald Trump? Sure, yeah, stop him too. I’m talking about Brendon Urie, the Las Vegas musician whose band Panic! At The Disco just earned their first #1 album, by a wide margin, by delivering “this mix between Sinatra and Queen, if that makes any sense.” It does not, and neither does this: 190,000 equivalent units and 169,000 in pure sales means Death Of A Bachelor was not just a fluke #1 on a slow week. These MySpace-era survivors, the junior varsity version of Fall Out Boy, are legitimately popular. Just look at how many people came out to see them play Kimmel’s outdoor stage earlier this week: [video unavailable now]

It’s easy to trick yourself into believing America is entering a new golden age of good taste with regard to rock music. David Bowie’s bizarre final album debuted at #1. Public mockery of both Creed and Nickelback has become standard practice. Have we as a society taken steps toward a superior aesthetic? Don’t buy it — and for God’s sake, don’t buy Death Of A Bachelor. This thing is wretched, and its massive popularity suggests the American people still have a hearty appetite for empty bombast.

This latest iteration of Panic! At The Disco sounds like Times Square looks, a million disparate moving pieces and flashing lights piling up to infinity. It is Michael Bay’s Transformers starring Brandon Flowers’ Frank Sinatra impression. It is Muse, Justice, and the Bryan Setzer Orchestra playing an especially violent game of King Of The Mountain. It is the musical equivalent of SNL’s “Taco Town” short, the faux fast food commercial in which a hardshell taco is wrapped in a flour tortilla and refried beans, then that’s wrapped in a corn tortilla with cheese sauce, then that’s wrapped in a deep-fried gordita shell with “guacamolito sauce,” all of which is baked in a corn husk filled with pico de gallo, wrapped in a savory Parisian breakfast crepe, rolled up in a Chicago-style deep-dish meat lovers pizza and then a blueberry pancake, dipped in batter and deep-fried, then served up in a commemorative tote bag filled with spicy vegetarian chili. Only in this case the ingredients are “Champagne, cocaine, gasoline/ And most things in between.”

To Urie’s credit, he’s got this kind of clenched-sphincter maximalism down to a science. Just about any Death Of A Bachelor track could work as a single and/or new millennial jock jam. They all have that same overstuffed, super-compressed, ultra-hooky quality that seems to be the only way a rock band can get on pop radio these days — that sense of someone shouting in your face while beating you over the head with their cleverness in one hand and several hundred ProTools tracks in the other. Panic! At The Disco’s peers Fall Out Boy famously sang “This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race,” and the two bands really do seem to be competing to see who can pile on more sonic artillery. Both acts end up with massive, metallic tracks, not songs so much as Pacific Rim robots. Urie isn’t so far off when he posits, in that smug and overwrought style unique to bands of this vintage, “If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist, I’m a rocket scientist.”

The whole ordeal might even be impressive if it didn’t seem so desperate to impress. The music strains with every ounce to convince you of its ingenuity. The lyrics wink with the weight of a million overblown egos. The exclamation point! Panic! At The Disco’s tryhard blowhard qualities are nothing new, of course — this is the band that wrote a song called “There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet” — but now that they’re back and bigger than ever, the threat they pose to this country cannot be ignored. We must band together and take a stand before it’s too late. Say “No!” to Panic! At The Disco.

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As someone who is going to try japanese food for the first time do you have any recomendations? :) PS: Love your streams!

Well that all depends. There are so many different kinds of Japanese food but everyone has their own personal tastes. I’ll give a few examples!Chicken:Yakitori - Grilled chicen, what’s not to love?Beef:Gyudon - Translates to beef bowl. Beef on top, onions, rice below. If you’re IN Japan its safe to crack a raw egg on top which will pseudo cook inside as you eat. Other popular toppings are cheese, kimchi, grated daikonFish:Sushi - The food most people think about when they think of Japan. There are so many different kinds that you’re bound to find one you like. I’m personally not a huge fan of fishy tasting fish. I prefer a milder tasting fish like maguro or salmon.Now, if you’re in a foreign country (not Japan) and are going to a Japanese restaurant, you’ll find some really good foods but most have been changed to fit the palate of those who visit. Like how Chinese food in America isn’t really Chinese food…its more Chinese-American food. Still, things like tonkatsu (pork cutlet) or tempura (deep fried meat, fish and vegetables) are hard to mess up and change too much, haha.If none of those look appealing to you, let me know and I’ll provide more.PS: Sophie wanted me to add okonomiyaki. Basically everyone you talk to will call it an “as you like it pancake” which is CLOSE, but not entirely accurate. It doesn’t taste like a pancake. You throw the ingredients you want into a bowl with an egg, some batter and mix everything together. Then you grill it like a pancake. Add okonomiyaki sauce, some Japanese mayo (optional) and katsuobushi (also known as bonito flakes...and again this is optional. I personally HATE IT). There are different varients of it around Japan. For example the okonomiyaki in Hiroshima comes with soba noodles inside as well. Okonomiyaki is delicious but will be VERY difficult to find outside of Japan.