#truffle ravioli

[morethansalad]

Vegan Stinging Nettle & Black Truffle Ravioli

[transjohnnycash]

Yayy russian tea cakes and chocolate truffles ^_^

[halaldudeinlondon]

Lunch at Italian restaurant Isola by San Carlo at St Christopher's Place.

Mocktails: marine mojito and berry spritz

Arancini - fried rice balls with truffle and parmesan

Ravioli Tartufo e Pecorino - Homemade pecorino and truffle ravioli in a creamy sauce with black truffle. Delicious!

Merluzzo con Olive - Pan fried cod in a black olive crust served with a sunblushed tomato and caper dressing

For dessert, cannoli siciliani - ricotta filled pastry with pistachio

Isola by San Carlo 3-5 St Christopher's Place London W1U 1AY [view map]

[fknslaves]

Truffle Cream Sauce This creamy truffle sauce is exquisite with mushroom ravioli for a restaurant-quality meal, or serve as a dipping sauce with thin slices of bread. 4 teaspoons black truffle oil, salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste, 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese, 4 cups heavy cream, 4 teaspoons butter

[zayngin]

mushroom and truffle ravioli

[auraismoonstone]

that post about food just made me crave a lot of things i cant eat right now i hate it 😩😩😩

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Food History

B.C.

10,000 - almonds, cherries, bread, flour, soup

8,000 - wheat ⚜ 7,000 - wine, beer, pistachios, pig, goat, sheep, lard

6,500 - cattle domestication, apples ⚜ 6,000 - tortilla, dates, maize

5,000 - honey, ginger, quinoa, avocados, potatoes, milk, yogurt

4,000 - focaccia, watermelons, grapes, pomegranates

3,200 - chicken domestication ⚜ 3,000 - butter, onion, garlic, apricots

2,737 - tea ⚜ 2,500 - olive oil, seaweed, duck ⚜ 2,300 - saffron

2,000 - peaches, liquorice, marshmallow, pasta, ham, sesame seeds

1,500 - chocolate, vanilla ⚜ 1,200 - sugar ⚜ 1,000 - mangoes, oats, pickles

900 - pears, tomatoes ⚜ 700 - cinnamon ⚜ 600 - bananas, poppy seeds

500 - artichokes ⚜ 400 - pastries, appetizers, vinegar

300 - parsley ⚜ 200 - turkeys, asparagus, rhubarb ⚜ 65 - quince

1st—13th Century

1st Century - chestnuts, lobster, crab, shrimp, truffles, blueberries, raspberries, capers, kale, blood (as food), fried chicken, foie gras, French toast, omelettes, rice pudding, flan, cheesecake, pears in syrup

3rd Century - lemons ⚜ 5th - pretzels ⚜ 6th - eggplant

7th Century - spinach, kimchi ⚜ 9th - coffee, nutmeg

10th Century - flower waters, Peking duck, shark's fin soup

11th Century - baklava, corned beef, cider, lychees, seitan

12th Century - breadfruit, artichokes, gooseberries

13th Century - ravioli, lasagne, mozzarella, pancakes, waffles, couscous

14th—19th Century

14th Century - kebabs, moon cakes, guacamole, pie, apple pie, crumpets, gingerbread

15th Century - coconuts, Japanese sushi and sashimi, pineapples, marmalade, risotto, marzipan, doughnuts, hot dogs

16th Century - pecans, cashews (in India), Japanese tempura, vanilla (in Europe), fruit leather, skim milk, sweetbreads, salsa, quiche, teriyaki chicken, English trifle, potato salad

17th Century - treacle, pralines, coffee cake, modern ice cream, maple sugar, rum, French onion soup, cream puffs, bagels, pumpkin pie, lemonade, croissants, lemon meringue pie

18th Century - root beer, tapioca, French fries, ketchup, casseroles, mayonnaise, eggnog, soda water, lollipops, sangria, muffins, crackers, chowder, croquettes, cupcakes, sandwiches, apple butter, souffle, deviled eggs

19th Century - toffee, butterscotch, cocoa, Turkish delight, iodized salt, vanilla extract, modern marshmallows, potato chips, fish and chips, breakfast cereal, Tabasco sauce, Kobe beef, margarine, unsalted butter, Graham crackers, fondant, passionfruit, saltwater taffy, milkshakes, pizza, peanut butter, tea bags, cotton candy, jelly beans, candy corn, elbow macaroni, fondue, wedding cake, canapes, gumbo, ginger ale, carrot cake, bouillabaisse, cobbler, peanut brittle, pesto, baked Alaska, iced tea, fruit salad, fudge, eggs Benedict, Waldorf salad

20th Century

1901 - peanut butter and jelly ⚜ 1904 - banana splits ⚜ 1905 - NY pizza

1906 - brownies, onion rings ⚜ 1907 - aioli

1908 - Steak Diane, buttercream frosting ⚜ 1909 - shrimp cocktail

1910 - Jell-O (America's most famous dessert)

1910s - orange juice ⚜ 1912 - Oreos, maraschino cherries, fortune cookies

1912 - Chicken a la King, Thousand Island dressing

1914 - Fettuccine Alfredo ⚜ 1915 - hush puppies

1917 - marshmallow fluff ⚜ 1921 - Wonder Bread, zucchini

1919 - chocolate truffles ⚜ 1922 - Vegemite, Girl Scout cookies

1923 - popsicles ⚜ 1924 - frozen foods, pineapple upside-down cake, Caesar salad, chocolate-covered potato chips

1927 - Kool-Aid, s'mores, mayonnaise cake ⚜ 1929 - Twizzlers

1930s - Pavlova cakes, Philly cheese steak, Pigs in blankets, margaritas, banana bread, Cajun fried turkey ⚜ 1931 - souffle, refrigerator pie

1933 - chocolate covered pretzels ⚜ 1936 - no-bake cookies

1937 - Reubens, chicken Kiev, SPAM, Krispy Kreme

1938 - chicken and waffles ⚜ 1939 - seedless watermelon

1941 - Rice Krispies treats, Monte Cristo sandwiches ⚜ 1943 - nachos

1946 - chicken burgers, tuna melts, Nutella ⚜ 1947- chiffon cake

1950s - chicken parm, Irish coffee, cappuccino, smoothies, frozen pizza, diet soda, TV Dinners, ranch dressing ⚜ 1951 - bananas foster

1953 - coronation chicken ⚜ 1956 - German chocolate cake, panini

1957 - Quebec Poutine ⚜ 1958 - Instant ramen noodles, crab rangoon, lemon bars ⚜ 1960s - beef Wellington, green eggs and ham, red velvet cake

1963 - black forest cake ⚜ 1964 - Belgian waffles, Pop Tarts, Buffalo wings, ants on a log, pita bread ⚜ 1965 - Gatorade, Slurpees

1966 - chocolate fondue ⚜ 1967 - high fructose corn syrup

1970s - California rolls, pasta primavera, tiramisu ⚜ 1971 - fajitas

1975 - hicken tikka masala ⚜ 1980 - turducken

1980s - Panko, portobello mushrooms, bubble tea, chicken nuggets, Sriracha, Red Bull energy drink, everything bagels

1990s - artisan breads, Jamaican jerk ⚜ 1991 - turkey bacon, chocolate molten lava cake, earthquake cake ⚜ 1993 - broccolini

1995 - Tofurkey ⚜ 1997 - grape tomatoes

21st Century

2002 - flat iron steak, tear-free onions ⚜ 2007 - Kool-Aid pickles, cake pops

2008 - Mexican funnel cake ⚜ 2013 - cronuts, test tube burgers

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[simplygojo]

The Devil He Made Me - Ch. 17

author's note ⸺ WE ARE FINALLY GETTING TO THE END!!! NEXT CHAPTER IS SOOOOOOO SMUTTY AND DELICIOUS IM SO EXCITED LOVE YOU pairing ⸺ Satoru Gojo x reader chapter summary ⸺ After spending a somewhat laid-back morning with everyone in the empty Gojo estate it is finally time to start setting things into motion to venture back to Tokyo, however, Gojo has one more tick up his sleeve for you (and kinda nanami but-) word count ⸺ 2.4k (a short one) content ⸺ mention of memory loss, suggestive content, alcohol use, reader uses female pronouns, reader has a v*gina, smut, 18+ mdni taglist ⸺@mawhoreagaa; @peqch-pie; @blue-serendipity; @simplyyyuji; @starrnai; @sorcerersseestars; @n1vi; @angryglitterperfection; @krak-jj; @coweringbear; @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni; @cococola-cocaine; @sdv98o; @theendx888; @dvmb4ssbiatch; @sugxryratz; @kinny-away; @crankyarchives; @enfppuff; @reactwithjan; @blubearxy; @mystic-megumi; @nanamisrighthand; @jklaugh97; If you’d like to be added to the series tag list, leave a comment below:)

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Gojo grinned, impossibly pleased with himself. “Surprise.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, utterly at a loss for words. A slow warmth bloomed from your heart, swelling until it pressed against your ribs, something caught between disbelief and quiet appreciation. 

The effort behind it all—remembering those fleeting conversations, going to these lengths—left you momentarily weightless, like you’d stepped into a space just outside reality.

It was ridiculous.

It was extravagant.

It was absurdly, undeniably Gojo.

Nanami, meanwhile, had already lifted his glass of wine and taken a slow sip. He set it down with a tired sigh. “You realize this is entirely unnecessary.”

“Oh, come on, Kento.” Gojo leaned back in his chair, stretching like a lazy cat. “Can’t a guy do something nice for someone without it being analyzed to death?”

Nanami shot him a pointed look over the rim of his glass. “Not when that guy is you.”

You exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “This is… a lot.”

Gojo reached for his own glass, his expression almost too casual as he swirled the wine. “You don’t like it?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him for a long moment before finally breaking into a small, genuine smile. “I didn’t say that.”

Gojo’s lips curled at the edges. “Good.”

—

The appetizers arrived with a delicate clink of porcelain, and you were suddenly faced with a variety of dishes that looked almost too beautiful to eat. Your eyes darted from plate to plate—some things you recognized, others were completely foreign.

First, there was toro tartare—luxurious, velvety slices of tuna with a hint of truffle oil, topped with a tiny dollop of caviar. You took a tentative bite, and your eyes widened at the burst of flavors, the richness that melted on your tongue.

“Wow,” you muttered, reaching for your glass of wine. “I’ve never tasted anything like this.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, looking far too smug for his own good. “I told you, food is a serious matter. You like it?”

You nodded, savoring the taste. “I’m not sure I want to eat anything else for the rest of my life.”

The meal continued at a leisurely pace, with plates of black truffle ravioli, roasted heirloom carrots with miso glaze, and sake-infused oysters. 

You tried everything, each bite more decadent than the last, and found yourself completely enchanted by the layers of flavors and textures. 

Nanami, surprisingly, was being drawn in as well. Though he always appeared cool and detached, there was something about Gojo’s insistence that softened his usual reserve. After another quiet sip of wine, he leaned back slightly in his chair.

“I’m not going to lie,” Nanami muttered, looking down at his empty plate, “this is much better than I expected.”

You laughed softly. “You didn’t think Gojo could pull it off?”

“Not like this,” he admitted with a slight shake of his head.

The wine flowed easily as you all made your way through the dishes—both you and Nanami had each already had two glasses of wine, loosening up in a way that didn’t usually happen around Gojo.

The atmosphere was relaxed, but that calm seemed fleeting when Nanami stood up, checking his watch. You blinked at him, realizing the time.

“Are you leaving already?” You asked, a slight note of surprise in your voice. “I thought we still had time.”

Nanami nodded, giving you a brief smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. “I’ve got a flight back to Tokyo tonight. I can’t miss it.”

Gojo’s voice rang out from across the table, full of mischief as he leaned forward. “Well, since it’s a celebration and all, you can’t just leave without finishing the bottle.”

You blinked as Nanami glanced at the remaining wine bottle, the corner of his lips twitching upward in a barely-there smirk.

“Well,” he said, with a dry chuckle, “you are celebrating, Gojo. Why not finish it off yourself? It would be a shame to waste it.”

Gojo’s eyes twinkled with amusement, though you could tell he wasn’t exactly thrilled by the idea. “You know I don’t drink, Kento,” he replied, voice mockingly sweet, “so I think I’ll pass.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Then I guess we’re both going to have to leave the wine untouched.”

Gojo didn’t respond at first, his attention on the bottle, but then he shrugged nonchalantly, his smirk only deepening. “Tch, I really hate to leave something unfinished… But hey, I’m a man of restraint.”

Nanami gave him a pointed look, then stood up, adjusting his shirt. “Suit yourself. I’ve got to head back to Tokyo anyway.” He gave you a polite nod. “Take care.”

You watched as Nanami left, the door closing softly behind him. There was a moment of silence between you and Gojo. Then, you looked at him, a mischievous gleam in your eye. “You sure you don’t want to have just one glass?”

Gojo’s gaze flicked up to meet yours, and you could see the hesitation in his expression. He chuckled softly, looking down at his untouched glass as if it were the most troublesome thing in the world. “You know I don’t drink, right?”

You leaned forward slightly, your voice soft but insistent. “I know… but I was thinking—just one glass. For me? I mean unless it's for health reasons or whatever…”

He glanced at you, a slight furrow in his brow, though it quickly disappeared when he saw the earnest look in your eyes. There was a beat of silence, and then Gojo sighed dramatically, grabbing the bottle from the middle of the table and pouring it into his glass. “Fine. One glass, just for you.”

He picked up the glass, swirling it a little before taking a slow sip. His eyes never left yours as he did, the tension in the air palpable for a moment.

“Happy now?” He asked, his voice laced with amusement.

You grinned. “Very.”

Gojo set the glass down with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face. Despite his earlier reluctance, there was something undeniably charming about his willingness to indulge you. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, the evening slipping into a quieter, more comfortable pace now that Nanami was gone.

The dessert arrived not long after, a delicate arrangement of rich chocolate ganache, fresh berries, and a dusting of powdered sugar that caught the restaurant’s soft, golden light. The scent alone was intoxicating, but Gojo seemed more interested in something else entirely.

He toyed with his spoon, his fingers lazily tracing the handle, but his attention wasn’t on the dessert. A faint warmth colored his cheekbones, subtle but noticeable in the low light. His eyes, usually sharp and quick, lingered just a little longer than usual, tracing the curve of your lips as you took a bite.

“You’re staring,” you noted, voice light but pointed.

Gojo blinked, as if caught, before an easy grin spread across his lips. “Can you blame me?”

You huffed, scooping up another bite. “You’re acting different.”

He leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm. “Different how?”

You narrowed your eyes, scanning his face. The slight flush, the unhurried way he moved—then it clicked. “Oh my god. One glass of wine and you’re already warm.”

He exhaled, shaking his head with mock disappointment. “So quick to judge.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You smirked, tapping your spoon against his plate. “I had three glasses and I feel fine.”

Gojo let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his shoulders back. “Well, maybe I just have a delicate constitution.”

You snorted. “Yeah, that must be it.”

He hummed, watching you for a moment longer before taking another slow bite of dessert. “Or maybe,” he mused, voice a little softer, “I’m just a little distracted.”

Your breath caught for half a second. The way he said it—not teasing, not exaggerated, just simple, honest—sent an unexpected warmth through your chest. You busied yourself with the last of your dessert, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on you.

By the time you both stepped outside, the streets had quieted. 

The air was crisp, the distant hum of the town blending into the rhythm of your footsteps. The glow of passing streetlights cast shifting shadows over Gojo’s face, his white hair catching in the light.

He walked beside you, hands tucked in his pockets, his expression relaxed. “It’s nice like this,” he murmured, breaking the silence.

You glanced at him. “The weather?”

He shook his head slightly. “You.”

You felt the now familiar heat creeping into your cheeks despite the chill in the air. “You’re just saying that because you’re still tipsy from the wine.”

Gojo laughed, low and quiet. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to say it.”

His arm brushed against yours, a quiet, familiar touch. Neither of you pulled away.

As you turned onto a quieter street, Gojo suddenly slowed his steps. Before you could ask why, he tugged you gently to a stop. 

The world seemed to shrink around you, the city’s distant sounds fading into the background.

Then, with no rush, no theatrics, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was unhurried, lingering. 

The taste of chocolate and red wine still clung to him, warm and rich. His hands found your waist, fingers curling against the fabric of your shirt as if anchoring himself to the moment.

He deepened the kiss slowly, tilting his head just enough to draw you further in, his lips moving against yours with a quiet, deliberate tenderness. 

The pressure was gentle at first, then firmer as he pulled you closer, his body heat seeping through the layers of your clothing.

A quiet sigh left him, barely audible, as his thumb traced a slow, absentminded circle at your hip. 

The city lights flickered beyond your closed eyelids, but here, in this moment, there was only him—the faint scent of his cologne, the slow drag of his lips against yours, the way he held you like he had no intention of letting go just yet.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his breath warm against the cool air. His eyes searched yours, something softer than amusement flickering in them.

“I like this,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed, your grip on his sleeve tightening slightly. “Like what?”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “You. Letting me kiss you whenever I want.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “Well you always find a way.”

Gojo grinned, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before tugging you back into motion. “Exactly.”

His hand found yours, fingers threading together naturally, like they’d always belonged there. 

The two of you stumbled through the doors of the Gojo estate, laughter bubbling between you as if the night’s crisp air had wound you both up like overgrown teenagers sneaking in past curfew. 

Whatever had been so funny moments ago was already slipping from your memory, but the feeling remained—the warmth of it, the sheer ease of being around him.

Gojo still had that slight flush dusting his cheekbones and the tips of his ears, remnants of the wine clinging to him like an afterglow. It softened him somehow, made his usual effortless confidence feel a little more endearing, a little more human. 

Under the soft lighting of the estate’s entrance hall, his features were almost unfairly striking—the sharp cut of his jawline, the way his white hair fell messily over his forehead, the crystalline gleam of his eyes watching you, half-lidded and unreadable.

But there was something else now, something heavier settling between you as the laughter faded, leaving only the quiet hum of your breathing and the subtle shift of fabric as you walked.

The air between you stretched thin as you made your way toward the bedrooms, the muffled sound of your footsteps the only thing breaking the quiet. 

When you reached your door, you turned the knob and pushed it open slightly before glancing back at him. 

He lingered in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, one hand still deep in his pocket while the other hovered at his side, fingers twitching like he was restraining himself from reaching out.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and for a moment, he hesitated—not like he was unsure, but like he was measuring something, weighing the air between you. His breathing had slowed, controlled, but there was a tautness in his stance, in the way his shoulders seemed just a fraction tenser than before.

His lips parted slightly, breath ghosting into the space between you. "Goodnight," he said, low, quiet.

But there was hesitation in the way he said it, in the way his gaze dropped from your eyes to your mouth—lingering, unhurried, as if the simple act of looking at you was indulgence enough. 

His tongue darted out briefly to wet his lips, and your fingers tightened around the edge of the doorframe. 

Your body was suddenly hyper-aware of the minimal space between you, the unbearable heat of it despite the cool air of the hallway. Every inhale felt charged, like the moment teetered on the edge of something unseen, unspoken.

Your heart was a drumbeat against your ribs, each second stretching unbearably long. The weight of his stare pressed into you, and you felt it everywhere—your throat, your fingertips, the pit of your stomach tightening like a live wire ready to snap.

He was close–close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from him, for his scent to invade your senses. His fingers flexed at his side again, restrained, controlled, waiting.

You could let him go, let the moment dissolve into nothing, pretend the tension didn’t exist.

Or—

“You can come in,” you blurted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His breath hitched—just barely—but that hesitation, that sliver of restraint, shattered the second he stepped forward.

The door clicked shut behind him, and then he was on you.

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was nothing like the one on the street. 

This wasn’t slow, wasn’t teasing. It was immediate, searing. 

His hands were on you in an instant, sliding over your waist, fingers pressing into the small of your back as he pulled you flush against him. 

The warmth of him bled through your clothes, his body solid and real against yours—no more space, no more hesitation, only the raw, undeniable gravity pulling you together.

[keoni-chan]

Nashira: "Should we get pizza for dinner?"

Tiago: "I could really go for some pasta."

Nashira: "I think my uncle's restaurant delivers both pasta and pizza. There was a review online about the truffle ravioli. We could try that?"

Tiago: "Perfect."

Nay'vi: "Vivi Lunch!"

Tiago: "We'll get you something too, star drop."

[kidoas]

Truffle cream ravioli with Parmesan

One of my fav dishes of all time

[tashism]

older gf!tashi is invading my mind… doing something for her birthday, making it a whole day affair like starting with a bike ride and then going to her favorite cafe. snuggling at home with a movie on and then going out for a nice dinner. giving her presents and with every one her face is heating up more and more because no one has even known her so well.

sigh. forever thinking about her

hi i’m so happy you guys love older gf!tashi so much because i love her so much and she won’t leave my mind!! i could write about her forever!! and i just might!!

she’s been talking about this bike trail along the side of a mountain for what feels like months now. you don’t trust your biking skills nearly enough to do this, but you love her, so what’s a broken rib? waking up bright and early to set out her first gift — a brand new zip up, one of those tight ones with the thumb holes in the sleeves. she loves those things. a matching pair of leggings folded on top. waking her up with a kiss to the forehead and a quiet “c’mon, birthday girl”. she comes out of the room with a bright smile and sleepy face, her hair pulled back into a ponytail that flips around when she does a little spin for you, her hand grabbing under your jaw gently to pull you into a kiss.“i love it, thank you” she mutters before kissing you again and grabbing her water bottle to fill up.

before you know it, you’re following close behind her up the side of this steep mountain, yelling at the back of her head about how this is making you want to shit your pants from how nervous you are. the second you get to the top of the trail she takes out her ten year old digital camera, snapping pictures of the sky, your profile, your shoes, her eye, anything that she thinks might look nice in a scrap book one day. sweet lady.

after more than a few kisses and a long talk by the summit (never too close, you’re too nervous), it’s back down the mountain and to the car, off to her favorite little mexican cafe. she gets a hot chocolate because of course she does. you’d swear she changed her life the second you introduced her to abuelita. she never finishes her concha, always more than insistent that you share with her because she won’t eat it later. you never share, she always eats it later. you pay, she complains about it, you go home. all the biking and talking and hot cocoa drinking got the both of you sweaty — you shower together. running your hands through her hair, massaging shampoo into her scalp, kissing and nipping at her neck and chest and cheeks, telling her how lucky you are. you get so caught up in feeling her, in practically worshipping her kiss after kiss, that you don’t even process that she’s washing your hair while you do so.

after the shower it’s robes and wine, some cheese from trader joe’s that she says she’s too full to eat while stuffing her face with it. she leans into you all curled up, her brows furrowed while she picks a movie. you both fall asleep thirty minutes into the waterboy. the grating sound of your alarm startles the both of you, but it’s the fact that you’re bound to be twenty minutes late to your reservation that gets you on your feet. she wears a her prettiest jewelry and fanciest knit sweater, you wear some skirt from the bottom of your drawer and the boots she got you last week. more kisses, more giggling, one smack on the ass from her trying to get you out the door.

she loves martinis. god, why does she love martinis? what’s worse is that she gets you to take a sip every time, then you end up chugging half of your mai tai to try and chase the olive taste out. she orders steak fritz, you order truffle ravioli. you laugh about your friends and how dysfunctional their relationship is, how bad that pie they brought to thanksgiving was. you never tell the staff it’s her birthday; you’d rather spare her the awkward song and sparklers and just pay for whatever dessert she wants. she wants some lemon ricotta pastry, but she wants you to get the german chocolate cake so you two can share. she tells you that she wants to read the midnight library, you tell her you’ve heard good things about it. she wonders if she should get into pottery, you wonder what mugs and bowls her pretty hands could craft. after forks scraping frosting and a weird lemon dessert that you both hated, it’s back home.

you’re all too eager to get her in the house, all giddy as you unlock the door and drag her into the room, pulling out all her gifts from your side of the closet. she’s always sort of hated gifts. she’s used to perfumes and heels and lingerie — shit she doesn’t need and “should” want. a card, three boxes, and a bag. she goes for the card first, reading the lengthy message you left in there before peeling open the piece of folded paper inside. a cooking class in the heart of the city. just for her, you didn’t even bother booking a couple’s class. “you don’t like sharing the kitchen” you laugh softly, “n’ i figured it would be a nice personal thing”. the woman likes her solo hobbies, who doesn’t? you watch with warm eyes as she starts ripping at the brown parchment wrapping of the first box. brand new hokas, the ones she’s been refusing to buy herself because it seemed like a waste of money. after that is a brand new film camera. she mentioned it once at some point, and you’re sure of that by the look on her face. the box after that is just rolls of film and a little book about photography.

lastly, her bunny. that is, her stuffed bunny from when she was like… six. she hasn’t stopped talking about the thing pretty much since you met, always complaining about how it had to be somewhere in her mom’s attic. it was — it was ratty and faded and hers, a popped off eye and loose stitching. you sent it to one of those people on etsy who revives stuffed animals, now it’s nearly new. you can’t tell if it’s the lighting or the three martinis, or maybe she’s just genuinely a little emotional, but you can’t swear you see tears brimming in her pretty eyes.

i’m so sorry this is so long wow. wow wow wow

[liesmyth]

meat-less pasta dish tier list?

omg I love this. some faves in order of how likely I am to have these as my last meal

PUMPKIN RISOTTO

TRUFFLE RISOTTO MY BELOVED

pasta with zucchini & zucchini flowers & mozzarella

the pasta with tuna ragù that my family always makes on Christmas Eve because as all Italians know. fish isn't meat. @ the pope not me

Risotto with savoy cabbage. Believe me it's delicious

pasta with pepper sauce (immersion blend the fuck out of those peppers with milk & some grana)

those fancy veg-stuffed ravioli with a butter sauce

pasta with smoked salmon and fresh parsley. once again if it has scales it's not meat

mushrooms ragù pasta

PASTA AL BURRO. great staple. you'll always be famous. it's the italian version of what some people call alfredo & it's ridiculously easy to make. u can also make it with a creamy ricotta sauce if you're feeling fancy

veggie ragù sauce pasta (also good with herb raviolis)

[skyrim-forever]

If Theodora went to a chain restaurant, her fav place would in fact be CactusClub which is primarily a West Coast chain in Canada. Sit down, cocktails, parm fries, that kind of vibe. She would not be a full blown Cactus Club girl stereotype but she is a regular with her besties ❤️

She’s ordering truffle fries to split with Phy, butter squash ravioli with prawns for a main, as many Blood ‘n Blanco margaritas as they’ll let her and probably getting talked into a few bites of chocolate lava cake ❤️

[numbuhinfinitys]

I know this is kind of a basic question, but what's your favorite food? Or what foods do you want to try?

RAVIOLI, RAVIOLI AND RAVIOLI!!!!

Dude, i LOVE ravioli so friggin much! I mostly like the ones with bolognese or truffles!

Some other foods i like are pizza, dumplings, sushi, noodles and ramen, and some other foods i can't think about atm ;-;

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

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