#venison vegetable soup

[hellisnowlove]

Soups, Stews and Chili - Vegetable Soup - Venison Vegetable Soup An easy venison soup recipe. This delightful stew is full of vegetables simmered with venison and a dash of hot pepper sauce for a comforting dish.

[johnschneiderblog]

The little cookbook

Although this slow-cooker is fairly new, the cookbook is damn near a half-century old.

I know this because it came with one of the four "crock pots" we received as shower/wedding gifts in June of 1975.

It's a stretch, really, to call it a "book." It started out as a book, but now it's a sheaf of food-stained, dog-eared pages. The staples that once kept its spine intact are long gone. Its pages are crumbling at the corners.

For 50 years, through all those meals for six, we've called it "the little cookbook." As in, "I have a taste for chili; where's 'the little cookbook?'"

And it's still the document I turn to when it's vegetable-venison soup season.

[tradtattoos]

Instant Pot Venison and Vegetable Soup Recipe Your frozen ground venison needs no defrosting when you use this easy recipe for venison and vegetable soup in your Instant Pot.

[attractthecrows]

love making dishes that leave people going "well that was weird. when are we having it again?"

[elirey88]

Instant Pot Venison and Vegetable Soup Recipe

When using this simple Instant Pot® recipe for venison and vegetable soup, your frozen ground venison doesn't need to be defrosted.

[joelamatguell]

Excellent Venison Soup Venison is delicious and healthy in this rich-flavored soup packed with cabbage, rutabagas, and parsnips.

[darkficlord69]

Cregan Stark x Targ!Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, 18+ language, death, character death, angst, sadness, not proofread

Cregan Stark was indubitably a wolf: ever since he sprang up from his mother's northern womb he had a savage attitude kept in place by his house's sterling reputation for personal integrity. But when his gaze locked onto yours, all semblance of restraint evaporated from his big muscled body like a snowflake slowly melting under the hot sun. When he met you, he felt like a starved animal ready to pounce, to hunt, to eat something so positively delicious that it would satisfy him to no end...

Despite having lived your whole pampered life on Dragonstone, under your mother's constant and loving supervision, you felt at home in the snow covered Winterfell. And when you descended from your mauve scaly beast with a wingspan bigger than the tallest watchtower in Deepwood Motte, you shivered although you were drowning in thick layers of fur and wool. That is, because you met Cregan. He looked at you with an intesity that was at odds with the iciness of the climate and you could do little but avert your gaze to avoid losing yourself in those stormy grey eyes that twinkled with desire.

"My lord, it is an honor," you curtsied clumsily due to your heavy attire but Cregan quickly put a hand on yours to help stabilize you and prevent you from falling face-first in the snow.

"The honor is all mine, my princess," he replied in a husky voice that almost brought tears to ths corners of your eyes. Whatever passed between you was a dangerous thing, hotter than fire, yet fickler than a shard of thin ice.

"I hope your journey was pleasant," he said.

"Oh, definitely, my lord of Winterfell. Now, I believe the politics and scheming can wait for the morrow, but riding Kocsaryon has made my belly rumble in hunger. A feast is in order, if it please you."

Cregan gave a curt nod and led you to the Main Hall, where a feast had already been laid out. The long wooden tables groaned under the weight of hearty soups for each heart, each dish more decadent than the last, the aromas mingling in the air like a seductive promise of indulgence.

At the center of the hall stood a massive boar, its skin crisp and golden, crackling with fat that had been painstakingly rendered over hours of slow roasting. It was stuffed with onions, apples, and a medley of herbs that filled the air with their heady scent. The juices ran clear as it was carved, pooling on the thick wooden platters beneath, where hunks of dark meat were passed around to eager hands.

Beside it, platters of venison, seasoned with juniper and garlic, had been seared to perfection, the meat tender and pink within, the crust dark and fragrant. Roasted root vegetables, earthy and sweet, nestled alongside them, their edges caramelized to a rich mahogany.

A serving girl approached Cregan to clear away a platter of untouched meat and your eyes darkened when her hair brushed against Stark's shoulder.

You stuffed yourself until your belly groaned and then you chanced a glance again at Cregan who was watching as you cleaned your fingers by putting them in your mouth and slowly sucking in a suggestive gesture that was meant as a provocative invitation. Lord Stark's eyes hardened with unmistakable lust and he rose abruptly, mumbling excuses to confused guests. He promptly grabbed your hand and led you outside.

"If you will follow me, my lady. I have something to show you."

By the time you left the warmth of the Great Keep, you were wholly intrigued by this escapade. Cregan knelt before the weirwood tree that seemed to weep blood as you joined him in prayer.

"So, are going to..." No sooner had you started to ask your question, than Cregan's lips were on yours, kissing you with a ferocious intensity that went beyond mere words. His expert tongue left a trail of saliva down the column of your neck, your jaw... He licked and sucked like a newborn wolf pup, but his groans were the howl of a fully grown member of the pack.

"Oh, gods!" you yelled, uncaring of who may hear.

He quickly disrobed you, your smallclothes thrown far, far away and then you were naked beneath his lord's piercing gaze, trembling with anticipation as heat pooled between your legs.

"Cregan, pleaaase!"

The night beneath the godswood was a symphony of passion and primal need. The ancient trees stood silent witness as you and Cregan came together, your bodies intertwining with an intensity that left you both breathless. The air was cold, biting even, but the heat in your lower stomach was enough to ward off the chill for a time.

He kissed you with a fervor that spoke of years of restraint finally unleashed. His hands, rough and calloused from a lifetime of wielding swords and axes, were surprisingly gentle as they roamed your body, tracing every curve and dip as if committing you to memory. You shivered beneath his touch, but it wasn't from the cold. It was from the raw power and the undeniable hunger in his eyes, the kind that made you feel like the only thing in the world that mattered.

As the night deepened, the cold crept closer, seeping into your bones. But you were too lost in him, too lost in the way he made you feel alive in a way you had never experienced before. You clung to him, seeking warmth and comfort in the strength of his embrace, in the heat of his body pressed against yours.

But the North was unforgiving. The warmth of passion was no match for the biting cold of the northern winter. Even as Cregan held you close, his hairy body shielding you from the worst of the elements, the chill began to seep into your skin, turning your breath to fog and your lips to ice.

Cregan sensed it before you did, the way your shivers became more violent, more uncontrollable. He pulled back, his brow furrowing in concern as he looked into your eyes, now glassy with the onset of hypothermia. His heart clenched painfully in his chest at the sight.

"You're freezing," he murmured, his voice rough with worry. He pulled you closer, trying to rub warmth back into your limbs, but it was too late. The cold had already taken hold, and no amount of heat from him could chase it away.

You tried to smile, tried to reassure him that you were fine, but the words caught in your throat, your lips too numb to form them. You could feel the warmth of life slipping away, could feel the darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision. But you didn't want to let go, not when you were here, in his arms, where you had always dreamed of being.

"Cregan..." you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. "I'm sorry..."

His eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No, don't you dare leave me."

But you were already slipping away, your body going limp in his arms. The last thing you felt was the warmth of his tears on your face, the last thing you heard was the desperate, broken sound of his voice calling your name, begging you to stay.

When the dawn broke, the godswood was silent, the snow around you undisturbed save for the imprint of Cregan's body beside yours. He held you tightly, even as the life had long since fled from your body, refusing to let go, refusing to accept that you were gone.

The godswood bore witness to many things over the centuries, but the sight of the Lord of Winterfell, the fearsome wolf of the North, cradling the lifeless body of the one he loved, was something that would linger in its memory forever.

For Cregan Stark, the godswood would never again be a place of peace, but a place of sorrow, a reminder of the warmth he had once held in his arms and the cold that had stolen it away.

Guyss, this is my first fic! 🫣 Please let me know what you think so that I can improve my work 🐺🌙💫 Thanks for reading! 💝

[dazedblackwolf]

Hey pack! Here's a list of wolf-inspired [non-vegan] recipes with a focus on hearty, wild, and primal flavors:

⚠️THIS IS THE NONVEGAN VERSION, THERE IS A VEGAN VERSION ON MY PAGE. ⚠️

### Wolf-Inspired Non-Vegan Recipes

1. **Venison Stew**

- Tender venison cooked with root vegetables, onions, and garlic in a red wine or broth base.

- Add rosemary and thyme for a woodsy aroma.

2. **Smoked Salmon and Cream Cheese Spread**

- Blend smoked salmon with cream cheese, dill, and lemon juice.

- Serve with rye crackers or fresh veggies.

3. **Bone Broth Soup**

- Slow-cook beef or chicken bones with onions, carrots, celery, and herbs like bay leaves and parsley.

- Drink as is or use as a base for other soups.

4. **Wild Boar Sausage with Sautéed Mushrooms**

- Grill or pan-fry wild boar sausage and serve with a side of earthy sautéed mushrooms.

5. **Berry-Glazed Duck Breast**

- Pan-sear duck breast and glaze with a reduction of mixed berries, honey, and red wine.

6. **Herb-Crusted Lamb Chops**

- Rub lamb chops with garlic, rosemary, and thyme, then roast or grill.

- Serve with roasted asparagus.

7. **Charcuterie-Inspired Snack Plate**

- A mix of cured meats like prosciutto or salami, aged cheeses, nuts, and dried fruits.

8. **Pan-Fried Trout with Lemon Butter**

- Lightly coat trout in flour and pan-fry in butter with garlic and fresh parsley.

- Squeeze lemon juice on top before serving.

9. **Egg and Sausage "Hunter's Breakfast"**

- Scramble eggs with wild game sausage, onions, and spinach.

- Serve with a slice of sourdough bread.

10. **Braised Rabbit with Juniper Berries**

- Slow-cook rabbit in a broth with juniper berries, onions, and carrots for a rustic meal.

[beansmack2021]

All For You (Human!Alastor x Daughter! Reader)

TW: Implied cannibalism, mentions of murder, blood, mentions of snakes, mentions of vomit

Alastor would be a great father, even with his serial killer tendencies

It was raining a bit. Whenever it rained, Y/N's father insisted that the two sit in the living room and listen to the radio together. He'd read the paper while she'd finish yet another novel.

Alastor was a kind and loving father. Y/N would come home from school to venison on the stove top. He'd plant a kiss on her forehead and she'd put her schoolbag in her room before returning to the table for dinner.

She'd never suspected that there was a monster wearing her father's skin.

She was feeling under the weather, her skin hot to the touch. She'd gone to see the school nurse, who told her that she should go home early. Y/N stumbled along, dizzy and warm, and was short of breath by the time she'd finally made it home.

She opened the door, expecting to see her father on the sofa, reading the paper and listening to the radio. She dropped her bag on the floor with a loud thud. Her father wasn't on the sofa. He was on his knees, on the floor, carving up a human carcass.

He looked up at her, smile never once leaving his face. "Hello, dear! You're home early." He stood up, hands still bloody, and walked over to the sink. He scrubbed at his palms with soap, dried them on a dishrag, and walked over to where she still stood, staring open-mouthed at what looked to be the dead body of the man that lived down the street.

"Daddy, what... what is this?" She didn't flinch as Alastor squatted a bit so their faces would be more level.

"Your cheeks are awfully rosie, darling. Are you feeling alright?" Y/N shook her head. Alastor put his palm to her forehead and frowned. "Seems you have a fever. Straight to bed with you, young lady. I'll make some soup for dinner."

How could he not acknowledge the scene his daughter had walked into? He'd pretended that everything was completely fine, nothing out of the ordinary.

Alastor ushered her down the hallway, to her bedroom, and tucked her into bed. He put his hand to her head again, and she couldn't help but close her eyes and sigh with relief at how cold his palms felt. "Would you like me to bring you a damp cloth, dear?"

Anything to get him away from her. She decided, in her sickly haze, that she wasn't well enough to fight him off. She needed to bide some time. She needed to seem unbothered by what she'd seen.

Alastor stood from the edge of her mattress and went to the kitchen, where she could hear the water running. He came back, put the washcloth on her forehead, and told her he'd be back later with medicine and her supper.

She nodded and hummed. She wanted desperately to stay awake, to stay conscious so that she could be aware of whatever her father might do, but she couldn't help slipping into unconsciousness.

When she woke up, it was darker outside. She felt a shiver down her spine and pulled the cloth from her forehead, dropping it on the floor next to her bed. She coughed hoarsely and heard a knock at the door before Alastor slipped into the room.

"Hello, darling. How are we feeling?" Y/N stayed silent, not sure she could trust herself enough not to say "terrified to be in the same room with my murderer father."

"Well, I brought you some soup. It's vegetable broth and ground meat." Y/N had the briefest thought slip through her mind that her father might be trying to serve her the man that she'd seen on the ground earlier and felt sick again.

"Daddy, I'm gonna be sick," she managed to rush out. Alastor quickly grabbed the pail by her bedside and held it up for her. She threw up into the bin and teared up a bit as her father soothed her. He was so good to her, how could he be such a terrible monster? How could her father be a killer?

"I don't think you're quite ready for my soup, dear. Maybe it's time for some medicine."

Y/N nodded, watching her father leave the room, and realized this might be her one and only chance to escape and tell someone what her father has done. She threw her legs over the side of the bed, forcing herself to sit upright. She wanted to throw up again, but she needed to get out and her father would hear her retching, run in and stop her.

She stumbled down the hall and through the back door. She took off running into the woods that surrounded her home, feeling worse by the minute as her head pounded and her weak lungs took in air. She just needed to make it through the woods and to the morning.

She suddenly heard her father call out to her into the open and air and her blood went cold. She knew he'd follow her. She knew he'd know her plan. She wasn't just running anymore. She was being chased.

Her head was throbbing now, and her feet were cut open by sharp stones that littered the ground in the forest. She could hear twigs snapping behind her and knew that her father was gaining on her. She risked a glance back and saw him less than one hundred feet away.

"Y/N! Dear, you're not well! Please!"

Y/N faced forward and realized too late that she was coming up on a massive upended root. She fell forward, landing on her forearm. She screamed as she felt a bone snapping.

"Y/N!" It was odd, really. Finding out that her father was a murderer had absolutely ruined Y/N, but she didn't expect him to care for her when she was injured while trying to tell the world his crimes.

She hadn't stopped screaming before she felt the snake bite her ankle. Her father finally caught up to her, and she gasped in pain. She could feel her throat closing.

"Da-Daddy. Daddy, help. It h-hurts."

Alastor pulled the young girl into his lap, rocking her as tears filled his eyes.

"Baby girl, why did you run? You know I'd never hurt you."

She clawed at her throat as she could feel it closing. She was running out of time, and Alastor knew it.

"I did it for you, Y/N. All of those people. They were bad. I was making the world better for you. My baby. I love you, so so much. Please don't leave me."

Y/N's vision blurred and darkened, and she tried to croak out an "I love you", but nothing came out. The last thing she heard before her eyes closed for good was the sound of a gun firing from close by.

[uesp]

Which bowl are you grabbing?

A - Creamy Crab Bisque B - Apple Cabbage Soup C - Elsweyr Fondue D - Venison Stew E - Cabbage Potato Soup F - Ironwood Soup G - Roasted Tomato Crab Bisque H - Crab Stew I - Horker Stew J - Cabbage Soup K - Beef Stew L - Clam Stew M - Tomato Soup N - Potato Soup O - Potato Crab Stew P - Vegetable Soup Q - Horker and Ash Yam Stew

[s10127470]

Mutant Metabolism and The X-Men Food Headcanons (Part 1)

So a few weeks ago, I shared an headcanon idea with @a-roguish-gambit.

And thanks to an additional response from @littlekidsteve, it gave me the idea to share the headcanon with you all!

I've always had this idea of mutants being massive eaters.

I mean, it's pretty common to see super-powered beings possess much higher metabolisms than the average human.

So I figured, why haven't don't the mutants have this trait?

Well, today, I wanted to share some headcanons I have for The X-Men in regards.

Specifically on what their metabolisms are like when compared to each other, their favorite foods, and even funny stories involving each of them and food.

So without further ado, let's get started!

Cyclops:

Cyclops' metabolism is definitely one of the highest of the team, due to his energy powers.

His favorite foods are quite simple. Mainly consisting of soups, cereals and sandwiches.

But let me tell you, he goes all out when it comes those three.

When it comes to soups, his favorite kind are chicken noodle, vegetable beef, and tomato.

He always uses a huge bowl to eat his soup out of.

And he's not above drinking the soup straight from the bowl.

When to comes to cereal, he loves just about any kind.

He always uses the same huge bowl when eating cereal.

He also likes to make himself a full-on spread of breakfast food to go with his cereal, like in the commercials.

It usually consists of buttered toast, some fruit, and a glass of orange juice.

When it comes to sandwiches, he always make them into Dagwoods.

Cyclops piles those babies all the way to the sky.

His favorite kind are salmon, reuben, grilled cheese, Italian, and meatball.

Food Funny: Whenever he’s eating cereal, Cyclops always hums the tune of this musical masterpiece…

Storm:

Storm is another high one on the metabolism scale, thanks to her weather manipulation.

Her favorite food are fruits, mainly the ones of the tropical variety.

Most notably bananas, passion fruit, papaya, and mangos.

Given that she spent most of her life traveling across Africa, it would make sense that she would be so into fruit, considering it was one of the few food items she could regularly eat since remember: she was a orphan and a thief.

She loves to make herself a massive fruit salad with a huge bowl, which she'll eat during breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack time.

Food Funny: One time on Halloween, the X-Men decided to go as Brazilian dancers with Tutti Frutti Hats to a party. But when they arrived at the party, everyone noticed that the fruits on Storm's hat were noticably missing. Let's just say that she got a little....peckish, on the way to the party.

Wolverine:

Wolverine possibly has the highest metabolism of all the X-Men due to his animalistic nature.

His favorite food is meat.

In particular, he loves steaks and burgers.

And similar to Cyclops, Wolverine always makes his burgers into Dagwoods.

He's also a fan of game meat such as venison, quail, boar and buffalo.

He was quite the hunter back in the past.

Food Funny: Wolverine considers Jughead (yes, that Jughead) to be his idol because of his renowned love for burgers.

Jean Grey:

Jean is quite moderate on the metabolism scale, but just like all mutants, she still has a huge appetite.

Like Cyclops, she loves sandwiches and always make Dagwoods.

Her favorites are chicken salad, ham and cheese, peanut butter and jelly, cubanos, and roast beef.

Jean also loves chips and soda.

Whenever she's snacking, you'll always find her eating massive bag of chips and multiple liters of soda.

Food Funny: She always gets the name brand chips and soda (Frito Lays, Pringles, Pepsi, Fanta, etc), and she hates whenever anyone gets the Great Value versions of those brands. You better believe she's gone on full rants over this.

Beast:

Beast is another one on the high scale of metabolism thanks to his animalistic nature.

His favorite foods are snack cakes, mainly the ones from Hostess.

He especially loves Twinkies and Chocodiles.

Food Funny: Beast is able to recite the entirety of the Chocodile commercial from memory. He also considers Roger from American Dad his spirit animal, due to their shared love of sweets.

Rogue:

Rogue is pretty high on the scale of metabolism due to enhanced physiology via the absorption of Carol Danvers' powers.

Her favorite foods is some good ol' Southern cuisine!

Fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, shrimp and grits, cornbread, barbecue, collared green, mac and cheese, fried okra, hotcakes, lemonade, sweet iced tea, and mud pies.

Food Funny: Rogue actually did a PowerPoint presentation on which restaurants have the best fried chicken.

Gambit:

Gambit is more on the moderate side when it comes to metabolism.

His favorite food is good ol' Cajun cuisine.

Gumbo, jambalaya, boudin, étouffée, po'boys, pralines, red beans and rice, crawfish boil, and beignets.

Food Funny: Gambit gets really serious about the use of seasoning in food. He likes his food to have flavor! If he taste something with hardly any flavor, he will have a Gordon Ramsey moment.

Jubilee:

Jubilee is also on the moderate side of the metabolism scale.

She is a massive junk foodie.

Any junk food you can think of, she loves.

Chips, soda, popcorn, candy, hot dogs, nachos, burgers, tacos, chicken wings, fries, onion rings, burritos, pizza, slushies, mozzarella sticks, ice cream, milkshakes, cookies, cake, and anything with either chili, cheese or bacon on it.

Food Funny: Whenever there's a marathon, she always stocks up on massive piles of junk food. And the crazy about all this is that she considers all that stuff just an appetizer!

Nightcrawler:

Nightcrawler is actually on the lower scale of metabolism.

He has a massive sweet tooth.

His favorite sweets are cakes, strudel, gingerbread, donuts, pastries and spaghetti ice cream.

Food Funny: His favorite time of year is Christmastime, which he uses as a way to gorge down on as many sweets as he possibly can.

Well that's all for know!

What do you guys think about the choices I made for the X-Men and their favorite foods?

Also, what other food headcanons can you think of for these guys?

I'm planning on doing a part two to this, where I cover some of the other notable X-Men and their favorite foods.

[deathstrokewilson]

Landing at Last

//The small plane descends at last, the braking more bumpy this time, as if the runway is made out of something other than concrete. Outside the window, lush green greets their eyes. During the flight, Slade had made sure both @copperheadwilson and @slades-renegade ate- breakfast being omelets with onions, peppers and mushrooms, with a side of spicy venison sausage, and lunch consisting of hot turkey sandwiches on sourdough bread with a peppercorn-infused stoneground mustard and a mixed vegetable soup. Once the plane has settled, Slade grabs his bag and steps out first, the brief crunch of dirt and gravel silencing once he reaches the thick green grass. They're in a mountainous area, though the mountains are all a beautiful grass-green, with delicately snow-capped peaks. The area is empty, an open valley of green grass and little wildflowers, save for a quaint cabin nearby.// "Take a minute to stretch, and then we're heading inside." //Slade's eye scans the area, making sure no threats were to leap out, though from where would they come? There's no hiding places, and the valley is quite large- the gradual beginnings of the mountain slopes around them multiple miles off in each direction. It's incredibly peaceful. Wintergreen, in the meantime, is offloading supplies from the plane, piling them onto a cart to bring to the cabin.//

[johnschneiderblog]

My rainy-day project

I could re-caulk the bathroom sinks on this rainy day, but I have a craving for vegetable-venison soup and it's not going to make itself.

I'm saving the backstraps from the doe I killed last week for an upcoming special dinner, but the rest of the meat is fair game, so to speak.

On Friday I finished the final step in taking the deer from field to table: Having already vacuum-sealed and frozen the main cuts, I ground what remained into burger, adding a little bacon to boost the fat content.

All in all, it's a big job, which naturally leaves a person hungry for old-school VV soup and a hunk of good bread - particularly on a rainy autumn day.

[tastesoftamriel]

Talviel's Tamrielic Anniversary Banquet

In lieu of an updated jubilee cake for the 30 year TES/10 year ESO anniversary, here's a banquet menu fit for the nobility of Tamriel! Dig in!

Summerset

Soft Indrik cheese and caramelised onion and pear chutney vol-au-vents, with sundried tomatoes

Auridon Blue Monkfish, poached in Russafeld Heights chardonnay

Shimmerene cherry blossom snowskin mooncake, with an apricot mousse and lemon crème filling

Black Marsh

Crocodile dumplings, with a spicy peanut and sweet saltrice dipping sauce

Stormhold jerk kagouti haunch, with guar fat vegetable fried rice

"Kueh cendol" chewy tapioca rice cakes, with dark palm sugar and coconut milk and jelly layers. A Black Marsh specialty!

Valenwood

Wild venison Greenshade carpaccio, with whipped bacon-honey butter

Stone-baked timber mammoth tail, slow roasted for 48 hours with a honey and mammoth butter glaze

Frozen honeyed "bingsoo" yoghurt, with sweetgnats, candied bacon, and deep fried lard bits, drizzled with sweet condensed milk

High Rock

Alcaire smoked pea soup, with bacon lardons and fresh garden herbs

Flambéed foie gras à la Shornhelm, with a blood orange and goose fat reduction

Gorapple tarte tatin, with golden butterscotch sauce and Bantha vanilla bean ice cream

Morrowind

Smoked kwama egg yolk carbonara, with scrib bacon

Spicy Ashlander-style shalk and ash yam stew, served in a shalk carapace

"Baked Vvardenfell" guar milk ice cream and kwama meringue cake, flavoured with comberries and gold kanet flowers

Elsweyr

Old Anequina jerboa and "lap cheong" sausage pie, with a saffron rice and an ale-and-moon sugar gravy

Terror bird egg "foo yong hai" omelette, with an array of Pellitine seafood and a bhut jolokia moon sugar caramel dipping sauce

Frozen samar pekoe tea custard, with hot moon sugar fudge

Cyrodiil

Bruma barley soup, with homemade herbed sourdough foccacia

Barbecued Blackwood cavy, basted with a rich Surilie Brothers port and habanero barbecue sauce

Abecean sea salt, dark chocolate, and Cyrodiilic olive oil ice cream, with wild strawberry coulis

Skyrim

Markarth goat cheese and pine nut crème tartlets, with smoked juniper salt

Lake Honrich salmon steak, hot smoked over maple wood with Goldenglow honey, served with dill remoulade

Snowberry panna cotta, with spiced Whiterun apple-akevitt compote

Wrothgar

Echatere Gruyère and rosemary mini soufflés, with smoked Vorkhiposh roe

Echalette steak, served medium-rare, in a ginger wine jus

Kurog's wild berry chocolate gateaux, with whipped echatere cream and drenched in wrathberry brandy

Hammerfell

Port Hunding roasted red pepper and harissa hummus, with spiced lentil flatbreads

Spicy Alik'r giant snake tikka, with mint yoghurt dipping sauce and pickles

Coconut and medjool date kulfi, with a slice of rosewater and pistachio baklava

[jadeshifting]

— CHRISTMAS FEAST AT HOGWARTS

(AKA. SHIFTMAS)

day 7. WHAT’S YOUR DR’S HOLIDAY DINNER LIKE? is it a grand feast with everything from turkey to trifle? a cosy, intimate dinner by candlelight? or something unique, like a themed dinner party or a picnic-style meal by the fire?

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

the magnitude of the Christmas feast at Hogwarts can best be expressed by the fact that first-year students often throw up in their dorms afterwards, since the average witch or wizard is so unaccustomed to having so much food in front of them that they simply must overeat

the Great Hall itself is transformed into a winter wonderland, with floating enchanted snowflakes, towering Christmas trees adorned with golden fairy lights (meaning the actual magical glow of thousands of fairies), and warm hearths crackling with roaring fires, casting a golden glow over the feast:

౨ৎ STARTERS

— ROASTED CHESTNUT SOUP (with a drizzle of spiced cream)

— CRANBERRY and BRIE TARTELETS (with a thyme-infused crust)

— SMOKED SALMON BLINIS (with dill and lemon)

— TRUFFLE-STUFFED ARANCINI (with a garlic aioli dip)

— PUMPKIN PASTIES (with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg)

— miniature BEEF EMPANADAS (with chimichurri sauce)

— assorted BREAD TOLLS (that steam with various savory scents)

౨ৎ MAIN COURSES

— ROAST TURKEY (with golden, crispy skin and a rich herb stuffing)

— HONEY-GLAZED HAM (with cloves and a maple-butter glaze)

— slow-cooked VENISON (with a red wine and juniper berry reduction)

— HERB-CRUSTED SALMON (with a lemon-butter sauce)

— vegetarian MUSHROOM & CHESTNUT WELLINGTON (wrapped in flaky pastry)

— GARLIC BUTTER LOBSTER TAILS (with a squeeze of enchanted lemon)

— CAULDRON-ROASTED POTATOES (with garlic and rosemary)

— buttered PARSNIPS, CARROTS, and SPROUTS (with chestnuts and bacon)

౨ৎ SIDE DISHES

— CRANBERRY & ORANGE COMPOTE (with enchanted sparkling sugar)

— spiced APPLE & PEAR CHUTNEY

— mediterranean ROASTED VEGETABLE MEDLEY (with balsamic glaze)

— mulled wine-infused RED CABBAGE

— fluffy MASHED POTATOES (an enchantment makes the butter swirl into patterns)

— treacle-glazed ROASTED ONIONS

౨ৎ DESSERTS

— enchanted CHRISTMAS PUDDING (glowing softly with a warming spell, served with flaming sauce)

— TREACLE TART (with a lattice of sugared holly leaves)

— CHOCOLATE YULE LOG (dusted with enchanted edible snowflakes)

— CHURROS (dusted with cinnamon sugar, served with a warm chocolate dipping sauce)

— PEPPERMINT BARK CHEESECAKE (with a chocolate biscuit base)

— glistening CRANBERRY SORBET (served in frosted crystal goblets)

౨ৎ DRINKS

— hot BUTTERBEER

— warm mulled PUMPKIN JUICE (with cinnamon sticks)

— SPARKLING ENCHANTED CIDER (it shifts colors with each sip)

— PEPPERMINT HOT CHOCOLATE (with whipped cream and sugar quills)

— a selection of TEAS (each with a unique seasonal charm)

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The Cullens don't eat, but what were their favorite foods when they were human?

Sources for more reading: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Carlisle - So, foods in the 1600s weren't exactly the greatest. Carlisle ate better than most, but it was still meager. There was a lot of mutton and venison, oats and other grains; lots of spinach and sorrel and stews. He was quite fond of fruit pies as a dessert, when they could afford them.

Esme - Honestly? Esme was quite fond of Oreos; the little cookies were first released in 1912 and she adored them. In fact, she liked most sweets, especially Angel Food Cake and these apricot biscuits that her mother used to favor.

Edward - Edward remembers liking pork a lot as a child, when his mother would cover them in bread crumbs and fry them in oil. He was also a fan of glazed carrots and liked caramel candies.

Rosalie - she loved baked apples, especially when drizzled with honey. Grapefruit was also quite popular then, and she remembers eating them a lot for breakfast when they were sprinkled with sugar. They were very lucky to have food on their table at the time, and she remembers eating a lot of fried egg sandwiches, glazed ham, and potato soup.

Emmett - They didn't have access to a lot of foods, so there was a lot of tinned meats and vegetables that his mother grew in their garden. His family is Scotch-Irish, so he ate a lot of cabbage and corned beef, which he loved. He remembers colcannon most fondly, that spiced mixture of potatoes, turnips, and carrots.

Jasper - food was rationed for Jasper as a soldier in the Civil War. There was a lot of molasses, hard tack, and salt. Wheat and cornmeal were quite common, so if he had to choose, he thinks that he misses cornbread the most. It was such a simple dish back then, a rare delicacy when they could have access to sugar.

Alice - she misses seafood most of all. She vaguely remembers eating fried fish and brown rice. She also misses certain fruits, like cherries and strawberries.