#when there's food to make and dishes to wash!!

[ragana62]

It's soup season, we could all do with something comforting, so who wants my grandmother's super low maintenance soup recipe?

Of course you do. Frikadeļu Zupa is good, the weather is getting cold for those of us in the northern hemisphere, and good, relatively cheap to make, relatively easy to make, food with good nutritional value is something we all need, especially in these trying times.

Ingredients:

Meatballs:

Bread Crumbs (honestly, I eyeball this, use however much speaks to you. I suggest using slightly stale rye bread or black bread, but use what you have)

About 1 lb Ground Meat (or meat substitute of your choosing. I use beef, use whatever speaks to you, just adjust your broth accordingly. Use however much meat as you want meatballs, this is just a standard amount, but just know if you go too much above this, you will likely need more broth as well and that’s fine)

2 eggs (or egg substitute, this and the bread are just binding agents really)

Seasoning (I use a mix of salt, white pepper, and dill, but if you want to add paprika or oregano or want to use black pepper instead of white pepper, go for it)

Broth/Soup Base:

10 Cups Broth (match your meat or meat substitute, I tend to use half beef, half veggie broth. Use what you have/what you like)

Carrots (about 5 big ones, or however many small ones you have. Cut into about bite sized pieces)

Potatoes (about 3 medium without skins, grated on the medium holes of a standard cheese grater, or if you're like me and get tired of fussing with that, you can just take a peeler to it and use that directly into your broth)

Greens (I use mustard greens, or dandelion greens or even nettle greens if I can get them. This step is optional and not technically correct to the original soup recipe inspiring it, but my grandmother always combined frikadeļu zupa with a nettle soup, and it is good and adds some additional vitamins and nutrients, so I do it still.)

Process

Start heating your broth over medium heat, just until it has started to simmer. You can add a little extra seasoning to it as well if you like, but avoid adding lighter herbs like dill until later or you are just wasting your herbs.

While your broth is simmering, mix your ground meat (or meat substitute) with eggs (or egg substitute), seasonings, and breadcrumbs, before forming into small meatballs about the size of an acorn. Set these aside for now.

Add your potato shreds to the broth (or just grate your peeled potatoes directly into the simmering broth if you're lazy or just don't want to have to wash another dish) and simmer for around 10 minutes.

Add your chopped carrots (and greens if you are including them) and simmer for another 10 or so minutes.

Add meatballs directly into the broth (careful, it will splash and you don't want to burn yourself). Simmer for another 30 minutes, or until your meatballs are fully cooked. Stir occasionally, but mostly you can just leave it alone.

Eat the soup. You will almost certainly have many leftovers. This is not a problem, because it reheats well, tastes good, and will keep you warm and happy and full. You may want to add more broth when you reheat it, so keep that in mind, as the potatoes can absorb a bit of the broth. This is also not a problem, because it means you now have extra flavorful potatoes.

If you are feeling fancy, serve it with the same bread you put in the meatballs, and a pickle (either in the soup or next to the soup). Or, cucumber salad (sliced cucumber, white vinegar, honey, dill, salt, sliced radish if you're feeling fancy, all eyeballed, taste as you add your ingredients after mixing them all well to decide whether you have your balance right).

If you do make her soup, please tell me. Or better yet, show me! We can have a bowl together from wherever you are in the world. I just passed my first year without her, and miss her horribly, but she would be very glad to know that her soup is out there making people happy when everything is so frustrating and depressing.

Feel free to share the recipe as widely as you like. Or reach out for pointers, or ask for my black bread recipe I make to go with it, or anything else. Food was always one of her love languages, so I can't help but love it too.

I think we all need some soup right now. Reblog to give prev a bowl of their favourite soup.

[existingingrey]

Married your honor.

Damn, what a picky bastard, seriously.

백공죽 Expanded Version.

[rikosseen]

Lookism with mute, younger brother

Anon request | ft. Goo, Gun, Jake, Eugene, and Yuseon

You run up to Jonggoo, kicking the back of his knees. The blonde grunts, turning to look at you with a bored expression.

Look what I got, you sign.

Goo’s eyebrow quirks up to see what you’ve got this time. You quickly rummage through your bag and shove a figurine in his face. Your brother backs away for a second until he recognises it. Slowly, Goo takes it in his hands, and examines the object. Left, right, up, down.

Holy crap, is this the original?

A devilish grin forms on Jonggoo’s face before he grabs you and hugs you tightly. You squirm, trying to get out of his grip, but to no avail.

“This is the limited edition-” you kick his balls, and your brother falls to the floor. As he clutches his man pearls with one hand, Goo cradles the figurine with the other and looks up at you.

“Where’d you find this?” he says, caressing the object like a pervert.

In the next door dumpster. There’s other dolls there too, you respond.

Rapidly, the blonde scrambles to his feet with newfound energy.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?! LET’S GO RIGHT NOW,” he screeches, running to the front door to put on his shoes.

You blink at your brother, and cock your head to one side.

You want to… look through the trash with me?

Goo waves his hand dismissively, and the two of you walk out to your neighbour’s trash can.

Your clothes are going to get ruined-

Before you can finish, Goo Kim is already diving head first into the waste bin, scavenging like a vulture. No. A hyena is a more fitting description- because Jonggoo is cackling like a madman.

It’s in the recycling bin though..

But your brother’s too occupied. So you sit down on the pavement and idly play with some rocks on the sidewalk as people pass by, calling Goo a homeless drunk.

Gun places the freshly prepared sushi on the table before turning to you.

“What do you have there?”

You eagerly offer him a few broken pieces of something, awaiting your brother’s reaction. Jonggun examines it curiously, studying it for a moment as he holds it up, inspecting it as if it were an artefact. Metal?

“Where’d you get this?” he asks, before promptly shoving a piece of sushi into your mouth. You absentmindedly place a few strands of blonde hair on the table. The hair seems all too familiar—alarmingly familiar. You pull a Polaroid from your pocket. In the photo, Goo stands outside his apartment, mouth agape, locked out. Jonggun stifles a snort, almost hearing the screech that must have accompanied the moment. He looks utterly ridiculous.

“Is this his sword?”

As Gun pieces everything together, your excitement is palpable.

Do you like it? you sign, still chewing contentedly.

Gun grins, ruffling your hair, and shoves two more pieces of sushi into your mouth.

“Go put it in your treasure box,” he says.

You jump up quickly, eagerly gathering Goo’s hair and the broken pieces of the handle, ready to safekeep them. But before you can make your way to your room, Gun grabs you by the back of your collar, tutting in mock disapproval.

“Finish the food first.”

You pout dramatically, but your brother simply stands up to go wash the dishes. He pauses for a moment, then turns back to you.

“How’d you manage to get into his apartment..?”

As far as anyone knows, Jake is the biggest softie for those he holds dear. And if he did secretly have favourites, you’d place first. The man absolutely loves how spontaneous you are, loves the way you get all excited to show him the new things you’ve found. Be it skipping stones, phallus-like sticks, leaves, or snacks that Sinu’s dropped, Jake has a whole inventory in his bedroom. One where he guards the items you give him like some forbidden treasure by utilising a lock. No one is permitted to take it, and only he has the key to said lock.

.

When Jake returns home, you jump up from the sofa to run up to him. Upon seeing you, he gives a crooked smile while taking off his loafers. He’s been coming home a lot later than usual, and the weariness is evident in his features. There’s not much you can do about his errands, but he brightens up enough when you give him the little treasures you find.

I went to the beach for a field trip today, and got you seashells. Do you like them? You eagerly look up at your brother, and his smile widens slightly.

The glimmer in his eyes returns, and Jake feels rejuvenated. Feels like his energy’s been replenished.

“I love them,” he says, squeezing your shoulders and embracing you.

Eugene’s head is in a spiral, and he wants nothing more than to be alone. So many things have gone wrong within the past few months, and more than ever before, Charles Choi is posing a tremendous threat.

Where on Earth could that red paper be?

As Eugene continues to lose himself in his concerns, the door to his office creaks open, and two heads appear. You and Yuseong stand in the doorway, awaiting his permission to enter and play. Eugene glances up at the two of you, letting out a small, amused breath before gesturing for you to come in. Without hesitation, you and Yuseong eagerly enter, quickly retrieving a large container of Legos placed near the bookshelf. While Yuseong busies himself with constructing a city, you suddenly recall something important. Scrambling to your feet, you rush over to Eugene and tug at his arm.

“What’s the matter? Got something new to show me?”

You nod enthusiastically before pulling out a red sheet of paper from your satchel. It’s a little scrunched up, but you hand it to your brother anyway. The chairman hesitates, but slowly unfurls it. When he does so, his breath hitches, and a quivering smile forms on his lips.

The red paper.

“Where’d you find this?”

Inside DG’s car. Can I get more paper like this? I like red paper, you respond, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Heart beating rapidly, Eugene nods and gives your head a pat.

“Of course, of course,” he says. “Go and play with Yuseong. Let’s do something fun tomorrow.”

Your face beams at this, and you scurry off to play lego.

- I can’t be the only one finding this panel of Eugene so funny

[kaliforniahigh]

imagine Making Folio a big home cooked meal for him and the guys when they come home from tour cause he loves your cooking. (And then him asking for his dessert later wink wink)

Cooking is my love language, so I would totally love doing this.

The boys and Folio already expect it whenever they're coming home. When you started doing it, Folio made it clear that you didn't have to, but you told him it was fine. You knew that on the road or when they were staying at hotels, they didn't always eat the best. The least they deserved was a home-cooked meal when they got back.

They could smell your food from the driveway, their mouths already watering, but having to wheel the suitcases up the staits before they could sit down and eat.

Folio would greet you with a long hug and a lot of kisses. Not wanting to leave your embrace, but knowing he has to help the guys with whatever they needed to unload.

Everyone sits down to eat with a big sigh, feeling the exhaustion from the travel.

After one hour, the food has been devoured and before you have the chance to start doing the dishes, Folio grabs you by the hand and leads you towards you bedroom, telling you they'll deal with everything tomorrow.

You don't complain, and you both get in the shower together, washing away the day.

"Can't wait to have my desert soon", he says and takes a handful of you ass in his hands. You smile and turn to face him.

"Are you sure? You look tired baby", you said, taking his face in your hands.

"I am, but I'm more in need of your body than I'm tired", he circles his arms around your waist.

"Well, then. Let's hurry up in this shower"

[alsojnpie]

dishes are forever

[stillmadaboutpetra]

cleaning as you go is like foreplay to me

[daincrediblegg]

Ok real quick bc I wanna prove my mother wrong

Because my mom literally brews one pot of coffee at the top of the week (in a normal coffee maker), drinks from the same brewed pot throughout the week (from the pot. No bottling it. No refrigeration. Does not reheat it. Just room temperature coffee that has sat in the pot for up to a week). Makes a new one when she runs out.

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[blackwaxidol]

I've been having a background-radiation sort of episode for the past month or two and I am not terribly sure what to do with it. The recognition is, again, like waking up in the ice-filled tub of an unlit bathroom with sutures where your kidney might be.

It is disorienting... but my fear-driven compulsion to remain solitary about it, it is starting to make my lungs burn and I am becoming hostile towards myself.

In my head I feel somewhat blind, the utter nonrecognition of parts has not happened for a while. I don't understand even a little who is with me, really. I feel just enough to be embarrassed at saying this. Really my only question is, "by what mechanism has this occurred?"

A lot of interactions I end up feeling like a computer with a plastic face attempting to emulate humanity. At the same time the most authentic emotion that drives me is absolute terror, the one rule that I must never become a problem or selfish. I restrict a lot of feeling and recede entirely without my own notice because I collapse in a manner where I am acutely aware of my own inability to reciprocate anything, and that is something I cannot ever abide. This utter awareness followed by fading out for weeks. It's not as dramatic as it sounds, or rather this is my hope to not come off as dramatic.

To be honest I am not keeping track of what I am even saying, I feel tunnel-visioned and unable to connect with the words on the screen. I have moments of clarity but I don't always manage to take action before it leaves me again. I think the appropriate emotion is frustration, or rather to say "it is frustrating"... but I don't know what I feel right now. Feels like grasping fog, trying to make it something you can capture in your closed palms.

[extinct-fish]

As I'm rewriting Chapter 2 of Confidante, I can't help but just give y'all a bit of dialogue.

Junpei picked up the cards and hastily put them into the box. The four of them made their way up the stairs, mostly in silence aside from Minato chatting with Orpheus. “What did you mean by you forgetting how much being a persona fucks with your perception?” “Well, I was mortal, like you. In life, I was gifted this lyre by Apollo, and I could even get animals to dance to my melodies.” “Huh.” That's funny, I can do the same thing, except with my voice. “When I lost my wife, I was so heartbroken that even the gods cried. I still regret looking back before leaving the underworld, but…” Orpheus sighed, “regrets come and go, but what matters is moving on.” “What was your wife’s name?” “Eurydice. I remained loyal to my death to her, but by Apollo’s name, did being ripped apart by those damned Dionysian Maenads hurt like a bitch! I still feel phantom pains of my limbs being torn every now and then.” “Was that how you died?” “Yes, and all because I refused to join their bloody orgies. Drunken bastards.” “You sound like you hold a grudge against Dionysus.” “I don’t like most gods because of their faults. The only exceptions were Hades and Persephone because they bring the seasons, and they usually like to keep to themselves, and Apollo because he gave me my lyre.” “I mean, valid, considering that one god gave you something that you love, and the other two let you take your wife back.” “I didn’t mention that part, how did you know?” “Greek Mythology.” “I see. My life became a story with a lesson.” “Not really a lesson, more like a story about how people are flawed.” “I mean- what myth is not?” “True.” “Nerd,” Ryoji teased. “Shut up, son of Nyx and Erebus,” Orpheus spat. “You’re an ass.” “And you aren't?” “Can you two stop bickering?!” Junpei scolded, “If you two wake up Mitsuru, I’ll kick both your asses!” “Wow, Junpei Iori being responsible? Who would’ve thought!” Minato sarcastically teased. “I hope you step on a lego.”

How to tell if it's written by me: look for threats of great annoyances!

I also had to do a bit of research for both Thanatos and Orpheus

[windwardstar]

urg, I hate that my brain does not easily switch between tasks when like the tasks aren't even really all that different.

[dykefication]

need to get out of this chair and do the dishes but. i don’t wannaaaaaa <- whining

[what-even-is-sleep]

Trying to get ahead of an unsustainability cycle that might be starting up this week,,, (I start work).

[headphonemouse]

I've ordered!! Some nightgowns!!!!

[livvyofthelake]

sisters are insane they’re like hey wash these dishes for this food that our mom made this morning that i told her not to offer to you so you never knew it was there until three hours later when it was no longer edible in the way you would have wanted it. like actually i think you should fuck off <3

[camgoloud]

the unaffordability of one bedroom apartments in my area is something that can be so oppressive to me personally