#’my mom taught me the recipe’

[mystic-monkey-express]

Is2g I’m going to start writing fan fiction where the reader’s family emotionally neglected them and/or the reader just dodges questions about them

Cuz I swear it’s either the parents are completely in almost every word of abusive OR reader has a healthy relationship with her family

Which isn’t bad obviously but there’s nothing for the emotional neglected and having to raise yourself crowd so ;v;

#baggage car #i am only half joking #and when they do have a reader who was neglected it’s usually like #the full neglect package #which isn’t going to fit all the people who were just medically neglected and emotionally neglected #tw: neglect #the amount of stories I’ve seen where reader was able to fight saying: #oh my father and/brother taught me how to for safety #like noooooo #buddy I know how to roughly fight cuz I literally had to cuz I kept being picked on at school and nobody would help me #’my mom taught me the recipe’ #my mom didn’t teach me shit man I am fending for myself everyday #whenever I ask her about a recipe it’s more so vibes of getting a recipe from Sharon at the house party #i know this is a minor thing but like #I can’t help it that whenever family gets brought up in x readers I always get thrown out of it

[aimarann]

I should stop going on instagram. Why are people always so mean in the comments ?

I was just watching a video of a french grandma sharing her roasted chicken recipe (it's almost the same as my grandpa's so it made me smile cause I know it's good) and almost everyone in the comments was awful. Lot of people calling it unseasoned (it wasn't) and disgusting and lot of people getting defensive about it and therefore insulting other countries cuisine.

Like first of all why are people judging other culture's cooking, the philosophies are different, and second of all why do people have the urge to comment on everything ? Why don't they just ignore it ? It makes me a little sad.

#fae talking #i wonder why people feel so strongly about food #i mean i know but eh #anyway who taught these people tgat aromatic herbs and shallots aren't spices ? #i want to make them smell good quality thyme and oregano I'm sure they'd love it #ooooh and basilic basilic is so so so cool !!! in tomato sauce it enhances the whole thing !!!!! #like granted roasted chicken isn't elaborate #but with good quality meat the flavor only needs some enhancing #plus when the skin is salty and crispy hmmm #my aunt have a chicken farm and hers are extraordinary #they live a really good life and you can taste it #recipes with paprika or other imported spices are wonderful but simple grandmas recipes are too !!!!!! #spices existed in europe before colonisation ! different kind of salt and pepper have different flavours !!!! #i know most of the 'mean' people probably already know aromatic herbs but idk #maybe not the right recipe ? #i never know what to call spice in english tbh #like does it only mean non-european herbs ? #because that's how some people seem to use the word ? #it makes me think : I need to ask my mom for my grandpa's onion sauce recipe #it goes really well with roasted chicken #and any other white meat too ! #and with bread hehe bread is always good #when there's still sauce in your plate bread saves the day ! #no wasting good things ! #yeah fae rambling about common things over

[cyandocs]

The simultaneous marriage and bastardization of multiple cultural food at once to create it's own thing:

Pepperoni White-Trash Quesadilla.

Stir fried ramen noodles, cheese, tortilla and, in this variant, obviously pepperoni.

#food #stupid food #not a prank #just what I ate today #it's a comfort food remnant from poorer days #my mom taught me how to make these #there's a bit of adaptation needed from the og 'college student' level food recipe for me #cause everything has to be gluten free

[mcnuggyy]

Love when a dish is so spicy it makes ur vision blurry, that’s good fucking stuff right there 😌👍

#mom taught me her carne en su jugo recipe today and god I feel so powerful w this knowledge #it feels so Important I wrote it down #usually I can keep it in my brain okay but this one felt important to write lol #same w her caldo de res recipe #that’s the only other one I have written down jaja #so so so good #i like the idea of making this for my friends and loved ones <3 (adjusting the spice level for some of them ofc lol) #callate guero

[cappurrccino]

downside to pizza night is that it's delicious and I DO want to eat a full half a 'za, but I know that my stomach WILL try to murder me if I do, and it turns into the most unbelievable test of my willpower

#//juri speaks #my mom taught me her dough recipe and i found non-cow mozz and im unstoppable now #except for when i am indeed stopped by my tiny stomach

[sakizm]

i’m a terrible midwestern person cause i haaaaaate mayo (which means like 99% of salads) but the minute a family friend said “i’m the 3rd generation to make this potato salad” as she set the salad down for dinner, i’m like okay i gotta at least try a bite of this…

her potato salad is the only one i’ll ever eat from now on

#her potato salad was NOT mayo-y!!!!! and actually had flavor!! #i was prepared for a mouth full of mayo like all my potato salad experiences go so i was shocked at how tasty it was #also. that’s so freaking cool that it’s a recipe that was passed down for THREE generations!!! #like!! her grandmother taught her mom and then her mom taught her!! #she gave me some leftover potato salad to take home. love it #don’t mind sakizm

[cloverstellar]

putting my cafe skillz to use and making myself a banger iced caramel latte life is good!!!

#rose talks #my mom and aunt both taught me how to use cafe equipment and recipes... i love making coffee man #making you all a really nice americano in spirit!!!! yippee!

[mangowithanh]

i find it funny that i can cook very elaborate and specific recipes with lots of ingredients and spices and stuff i need to cook separately and add later (so with plenty of room to fuck it up) and having them turn out awesome as fuck. like "even my brother whose love language is insulting everything i do (in a sibling way) compliments it" good,

But.

Don't hand me a box of "instant" or "3 step" or "minute" anything because i Will find a way to Fuck It Up, somehow.

i have made tamales de elote from scratch going as far as to separate the leaf from the cobs and grind the corn kennels with a hand mill myself. they were absolutely bussin'. i have also burnt and overcooked instant noodles, and undercooked the cheese sauce for boxed mac n cheese. i have made cookies and some nice ass fried bollitos from scratch, they were awesome. but i once tried to make cake from a box mix and for some reason it tasted like cardboard (my grandma used the same brand once and it turned out great idk what i did wrong).

like what in the monkey paw genie wish fairy godmother curse ass shit is that. why

#the only exception is those green instant soup packets #but that's bc i prepare them the way my mom taught me to and add a lot of other stuff to them #it's like my secret recipe except that im fully willing to share it if someone asks #bc i love sharing the joy of good food recipes #that stuff shouldn't ever be gatekept i think #cooking #about me #random ramblings #food

[strikeanothermatch]

Why is rising dough so Cute

#im doing foccacia for the first time #i bake bread fairly often but only the same no knead peasant recipe my mom taught me as a kid #this baby is ouly as hell but im trusting the process

[insert-game]

made myself some biscuits and gravy for lunch to spite the haters

#it’s so good fjdjd #it’s one of the very first things my mom taught me how to make :) so i don’t even need a Recipe for it

[shapedforfighting]

Gonna build out a family recipe book so my family will stop messaging me when they want one of their OWN RECIPES as if I were the Keeper of Sacred Knowledge

#i almost didn't remember the biscuit recipe my mom taught me as a kid #had to look up where i last sent it to my sister

[tama-gucci]

hm my grandmother passed in her sleep

#I didn’t cry on the phone when my mom called because I didn’t want to add to her grief #my mom rarely cries because she’s usually so upbeat and positive (in a healthy way I should say) #and idk hearing her teary voice on the phone always breaks my heart #so I try to be composed and sturdy for her sake #which is funny because I cried sooooo much growing up and in college and still even to this day #I mean I still cry and she comforts me #so I guess idk I just wanted to have one less thing making her feel sad #idk #I am sad but my grandmother’s dementia… it had progressed a lot in the last couple of years #she didn’t recognize me in August #and I think I did a lot of grieving over the years / preparing myself #I’ve missed her and I will miss her #she was…. a lot with her undiagnosed BPD #but it also gave me a lot of insight into that and taught me to keep firm boundaries #and seeing how much my grandfather gave to her without understanding she had BPD #it taught me to be more forgiving… less harsh. more compassionate. #which I still try to work on to this day #I love her I miss her #I’ll always bake her recipe for chocolate chip pumpkin bread #I’ll always think of her spaghetti sauce and Lebanese dishes #might buy some yubra tomorrow and cry while eating them #27 #my dog is making cute noises in her sleep #it comforts me

[2beetles]

jambalaya for dinner ^_^

#my bio mom taught me back when i still lived with her + had a recipe and everything #i make it like once a month its a pain to prep bc its everything ever but by god is it so good.... #im so exciyed i havent had it since spring bc its been too hot to eat it!!!

[evandarya]

Prompt fill from the Discord server. This one is courtesy of @tourettesdog

Prompt where Danny keeps showing up like a stray cat at various hero's houses. He just comes and goes and they never know when he'll show up next. He's just this like pseudo-adopted child who will come over for dinner, crash on the couch, and he's gone by morning. No amount of research will tell them who he is past the limited information he's given them

The various heroes are unaware that his stray cat range wanders so far until someone mentions him at a JL meeting and all hell breaks loose.

There's eventually an intervention

Stray Cat Danny

Clark had just got home when he noticed the heartbeat on the fire escape two floors above him. As far as he knew, that apartment was empty, so it couldn't be the residents going out for a smoke. It was weird, very strange, and not his business.

He tried to leave it alone, but the heartbeat stayed on the fire escape for a few hours. Every now and again Clark would hear whoever it was shift, but other than that they stayed quiet. Again, weird, but not his business.

Until it started to snow right when Clark was about to start dinner.

He was just going to make sure whoever it was had somewhere warm to stay. Maybe direct them to a shelter. Clark opened the window and looked up, there was a dark bundle, worryingly still, on the fire escape.

"Excuse me?" Clark called. The bundle shifted but whoever it is didn't respond. Clark grumbled and made his way up to them, squatting down a few feet away.

"Are you alright?"

The bundle shifted, revealing one blue eye and a tuft of back hair.

"''m fine" a young male voice answered. The blue eye closed.

"You know it's going to snow tonight. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in a shelter than on a fire escape."

"They're full." The boy answered. "All both of them."

Only two shelters for all of Metropolis? That can't be right. Clark looked up to the sky, the snow was starting to come down and he could swear it had gotten colder since he'd been out here. He couldn't leave the kid out here to freeze.

"How about you stay the night at my place? My couch is pretty comfortable, and I'm making beef stew for dinner, Ma's recipe." He let a bit of his Kansas accent show through. Hoping the country accent would put the boy more at ease. He was watching him now with both eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Did your Ma ever teach you about stranger danger?" The kid asked.

"Not exactly. She taught me to help people out if they need it. Did your Ma teach you stranger danger?"

"No," the boy said, "my mom taught me to put a full-grown man on the ground if I needed to."

That surprised Clark into laughing. "Well, you won't need to with me. What do you say you come inside?"

The boy watched him for another second before shivering violently and glaring at the sky.

"Yeah, alright. Just one night."

"I'm Clark, by the way," Clark said as he closed the window behind the kid.

"Danny." The kid said. He was rooted to the spot just a few steps into the apartment, eyes scanning the room.

"It's nice to meet you, Danny." Clark held out his hand to shake, but Danny didn't take it. After an awkward second Clark cleared his throat. "Uh. The stew is going to be a little while. You're welcome to the laundry and shower if you need it." Danny was pretty clean, but there was visible dirt on his face and clothes. "I might have some clothes my nephew forgot that you're welcome to." Dick was bigger than Danny for sure, but he was closer to Danny's size than Clark was.

Danny gave him a long look, before shrugging off his backpack. "Sure. Might as well."

Clark left to go get the clothes while Danny loaded some of his clothes and blankets in the washer. Once he presented the tee shirt and sweatpants Danny disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared he was scrubbed clean, his cheeks rosy either from the hot water or scrubbing.

Danny was even smaller than Clark was expecting. He was downright scrawny. Dick's shirt hung off Danny's shoulders, and Clark could clearly see his collarbones. This kid was not getting nearly enough to eat. Well, he was going to tonight if Clark had anything to say about it.

"The stew should be ready in about half an hour. Feel free to make yourself at home." Clark said. He expected Danny to sit on the couch and watch TV, but instead, Danny found his home office. it wasn't more than a desk with his work laptop on it and some of Clark's better pieces and awards framed and tacked to the wall above it.

"You're Clark Kent, the reporter?" Danny asked, eyes switching between the wall and Clark.

"That's me," Clark said. "You know my work?"

"I read your piece on metahuman and alien rights last year. It was good."

"Thanks. I really liked working on that piece."

"Did you always want to be a writer?"

"uh. No. When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut." Clark said, stirring the stew. Danny snorted. "What's funny?"

"Nothing," Danny said, taking a seat at the little kitchen table. "I wanted to be an astronaut, too."

"Yeah? You still could." Clark said.

"Nah. It's hard to be an astronaut without a high school diploma. What made you change to writing?"

"I went through a few different career paths before I landed on journalism."

"Do you like it?"

"I do. I like uncovering the truths people try to hide." Clark said. "You'd make a decent journalist, I'd think. Half of it is just asking the right questions."

Clark served up the stew into two bowls and brought them over to the table with some rolls and butter. "I don't have much in the way of drinks, is water okay?"

"Water would be great, thanks."

They ate in relative silence, Danny was too focused on his food to ask more questions. After they ate Danny nodded off on the couch almost as soon as he sat down. Clark couldn't bring himself to wake him up, so he just covered him with a blanket from the linen closet and headed to his own room.

Maybe in the morning he could make Danny pancakes or waffles and get him some new gloves and a jacket. The question was what to do after that? He didn't want to drop Danny off at a shelter, and taking him to the police would only destroy whatever trust he had gained with the boy. At the same time, he only had a one-bedroom apartment. He couldn't keep Danny here. Clark sighed. He'd have to talk to Danny in the morning and see what he wanted to do.

When Clark woke up he was greeted by the silence of the apartment and it took him a few minutes to figure out why that was wrong. There should be another heartbeat. Fearing the worst, Clark rushed into the living room to find it empty.

The blanket and clothes Danny had used had been neatly folded and placed on the back of the couch, along with a handwritten thank you note.

How did Danny leave without him hearing? Moreover, how'd he leave with the doors and windows still locked?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc comics #dp x dc #crossover #fanfic #clark kent #superman #dc x dp #evandarya writes #stray cat danny fenton #stray cat danny

[adrianfridge]

I don't think enough people talk about the physical and mental energy it takes to cook when you weren't raised to cook.

It's not as simple as here are the ingredients and here are the steps. Cooking involves multi-tasking, timing, proportions, prepping, improvising, and more. The more complex the dish, the more juggling it requires.

Oh, and I haven't even mentioned obtaining the ingredients and the cleaning afterwards.

All these "healthy" and "save money" and "live better" motivational speeches to get people to cook more, and I'm over here like Cooking is Fucking Stressful and Incredibly Draining Actually.

I was raised a girl, but I'm entirely self-taught because my mom hated cooking and never bothered to teach me. She was convinced I'll just naturally learn on my own after I got married and was forced to cook for my husband and family 🙃

Anyway, I went through a HelloFresh phase several years ago to try to kick-start myself into a groove, but it never really latched on. I think the only thing I learned is the importance of prepping ingredients in advance so that once I'm bouncing around, things are just ready for me to grab.

This isn't to say I don't cook AT ALL EVER. I can make eggs on a skillet just fine. But it's a one-and-done kind of thing. Much like putting together a cold cut sandwich. But that's not Cooking™.

Turns out this past month I randomly got a hyperfixation to Cook™, so here I am facing the bone-tired aftermath of making meals that'll last more than one day.

After three weekends of going through it, here's how I autistically started handling the stress:

Find a recipe I will follow

Envision myself going through the steps and allocate a certain amount of energy to the task

Compile ingredients I need to obtain (or get my partner to obtain)

(If I have to go shopping myself, do it on a separate day from when I have to cook)

Open a Google Doc and copy/paste the recipe into it

Rewrite the recipe steps based on how I imagine I'll be going through them once I'm in motion

Mentally practice the steps

When it's time to cook, go through steps as I've mentally practiced them, with improvisation when real life takes a different turn

(If a lot of prep work is required, such as peeling and cutting potatoes, sit down to do it with a podcast before starting on anything else)

After cooking is complete, throw out any lingering garbage

My partner does the dishes :)

I'm sure it'll get easier the longer I do it, but this is exactly why I'm 34yo and always hated Cooking™ to the point that I budget for delivery and take-out on nearly a daily basis.

Cooking is hard actually.

#personal #cooking #brought to you by Shepherd's Pie that took Forever today

[tooquirkytolose]

My mom taught me how to make champurrado for Dia de los Muertos, but her recipe was....severely lacking so any time she wasn't looking I'd add extra cinnamon sticks or anise, chocolate, etc etc and the whole experience felt like this

#ONE CINNAMON STICK FOR A GALLON OF MILK???? #i think not mother dearest!!!!