#Quick and Easy Sausage and Peppers!!

[oatbugs]

whatd u have for lunch???? im out of lunch ideas

i usually make smth from the ingredients i have, it almost always turns out rly nice but i have no name for it, just use intuition and ur ancestors' guidance yk....but also some ideas :

firm tofu drained of water (put it between tissue pieces for a few mins). fry w sesame oil on super high temp. make sauce w soy sauce, a little mirin, chilli oil, spring onions, sesame seeds, sugar, gochugaru. add sauce to tofu while frying.

also !! v v spicy instant noodles and add whatever u want to it :) usually i fry mine (without oil) after they're ready, add spring onions, egg, sesame seeds, seaweed, spicy sauces etc etc (this is my safe food atm ♡)

u should also 100% try recipes from other countries u wouldn't have thought of much before ! like one day i thought "what if i try to make the albanian national dish" and i just . did. it was rly fun :)

#asks #4-f #also v v easy quick meal : heat butter add cut up pancetta or sliced sausages . let them fry for like . 4 mins. add egg. #add salt and paper and powdered garlic and spring onions + sesame seeds + bell peppers or whatever else u want #then add mushrooms !! its an egg and mushroom omelette and it takes maybe 10 mins max but it tastes rly rly nice

[addierose444]

Polenta with Sausage and Peppers

In this post, I’ll be sharing the recipe for another of my go-to quick and easy meals. As with most of the meals I prepare, this one is simple enough not to require an actual recipe. That said, I’ve been finding it fun writing up these recipes and doing the ingredient price breakdown. If you missed it, I shared my tofu spinach salad last month. From start to finish, this polenta with sausage and peppers meal comes together in under 25 minutes. It’s very easy to prepare, but do know that bringing it together so quickly involves multitasking and that it’s pretty much all active time. (Therefore it’s a particularly good idea to fully read the recipe before starting). Note also that the end result will be slightly better if you take a little extra time to brown the sausage and further cook down the peppers. Regarding the quoted time, I did actually time myself making this meal on Thursday night. I started the clock the moment I stepped into the kitchen and stopped it after serving, taking photos for this post, and putting all of the ingredients away. As for clean up (not included in the time, sorry), it’s easy enough provided that you let the polenta pot soak while you eat.

While tasty enough to enjoy year-round, I will note that it’s best suited to the winter months when you’re looking for something warm and comforting. This recipe makes two servings, which makes it perfect for dinner and a workday lunch the following day. To reheat, simply microwave a portion for 60-90 seconds. The polenta won’t be quite as creamy the next day, but it will still make for a very satisfying meal. (I don’t recommend freezing it though and as I’ve established it’s quick to prepare fresh). As with most simple homecooked meals, it’s relatively affordable with the per-serving ingredient cost under five dollars. 

Ingredients:

1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil

2 sweet Italian (or apple) chicken sausages

1 red bell pepper (frozen peppers also work well)

¾ teaspoons Better than Boullion roasted chicken base, divided

½ cup yellow corn polenta

4 ounces sharp cheddar cheese 

1 tablespoon salted butter 

Preparation:

Add 1 ½  cups of water to a small pot, place over high heat, and bring to a boil.

Add the olive oil to a cast iron skillet and preheat over medium heat.

Dice the sausages and pepper. Add to the skillet along with ½ teaspoon of the roasted chicken base and stir to combine. 

Cover and allow to cook, stirring occasionally.

Once the water comes to a boil, add the remaining ¼ teaspoon of the roasted chicken base to the water and stir to dissolve.

Add the polenta and cook over low heat for five minutes stirring regularly at the start and occasionally after that. 

While the polenta is cooking, grate approximately ½ cup of cheddar cheese. 

Once the polenta is cooked, turn off the heat and stir in the butter and cheese. 

Divide the polenta into two serving/storage containers and top with the sausage and pepper mixture. 

Ingredient Price Breakdown:

Extra virgin olive oil, $11.99 for a 33.8-ounce bottle at Trader Joe’s

Sweet Italian chicken sausages, $4.29 for a package of four at Trader Joe’s

Organic red peppers, $3.49 for a pack of two at Trader Joe’s

Better than Bouillon roasted chicken base, $8.39 for an eight-ounce jar at PCC

Bob’s Red Mill organic yellow corn polenta, $3.89 for a 24-ounce bag at PCC

Tillamook sharp cheddar cheese, $13.99 for a 32-ounce block at QFC

Kerrygold butter, $4.49 for 8-ounce block at Trader Joe’s

Calculation: $11.99/67/2 + $4.29/4 + $3.49/2/2 + $8.39/38*3/4/2 + $3.89/15 + $13.99/32*4 + $4.49/16/2 = ~$4.27

#recipe #cooking #polenta #peppers #sausage #quick and easy

[yeprecipes]

#pasta dish #sausage and peppers #pasta dinner #yummy dinner #quick dinner #easy dinner #yeprecipes

[askwhatsforlunch]

Rosemary Pork Chop

Fragrant and juicy, this Rosemary Pork Chop makes a simple and delicious lunch! Happy Tuesday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

half a fluffy sprig fresh rosemary

1 1/2 tablespoon Chili and Herb Oil 

a beautiful pork chop

fleur de sel and freshly cracked black pepper, to taste

Remove rosemary leaves from the sprig, and chop them finely. Add chopped rosemary -you should have about half a tablespoon- to a plate. Drizzle with Chili and Herb Oil, mixing together.

Add pork chop to the plate and rub generously with oil and herb mixture. Cover with cling film, and allow to marinate, 30 minutes, at room temperature.

Heat a griddle pan over medium-high heat.

Once hot, add marinated pork chop, and cook, about 5 minutes on each side, until cooked through and well-grilled.

Season, to taste, with fleur de sel and black pepper, just before serving.

Enjoy Rosemary Pork Chop hot, with a side of Cilantro Creamed Cucumbers and a glass of chilled dry white wine.

#Recipe #Food #Rosemary Pork Chop #Rosemary Pork Chop recipe #Pork Chop #Grilled Pork Chop #Pork #Pork and Sausage #Rosemary #Fresh Rosemary #Chili and Herb Oil #Flavoured Oil #Olive Oil #Fleur de Sel #Black Pepper #Black Peppercorns #Quick recipe #Easy recipe #5 Ingredients or Less

[foodffs]

This quick and easy Dirty Rice Recipe, also known as Cajun rice, combines ground beef, ground sausage, onion, celery, green pepper, garlic, Cajun seasoning, and rice into an abundantly flavorful side dish. 

#submission

[thelcsdaily]

Creamy Lemony Chicken Sausage Orzo

This one-pot meal is a great addition to any recipe book. This recipe might be your go-to on nights when your fridge is nearly empty or you just don't have the energy to prepare a fancy dinner. Here, orzo gets toasted in olive oil that’s infused with the flavors of lemon, garlic, and butter before cooking in a flavorful chicken broth amped up with tomatoes and dried oregano. When they simmer, the starch they produce gives the sauce a creamy texture that is reminiscent of risotto. It's a quick and easy dinner to prepare because everything is prepared in a single pot in less than an hour. Topped with fresh Parmesan and freshly ground black pepper.

“Eating is so intimate. It’s very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you’re inviting a person into your life.” — Maya Angelou

#food #home cooking #home cooked meal #homemade #my photography #original photography #food photography #thelcsdaily #mediterranean cuisine #italian cuisine #orzo #risoni

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

what do you think the chains favorite breakfast foods are (if they eat breakfast)

I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS AND MY PHONE DIED AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN, DEATH AND SORROW AND DESPAIR.

Okay I'm good now.

ANYWAYS, I split you ask into two sections: first, their favorite food ever if they can get their hands on it, the second what they like to eat on the road. And then a final unhinged rant at the bottom about the one thing about teenage boys/young men and their food that I'll never understand: Bacon.

Legend--I have a feeling that he likes sweets. Specifically, waffles with whipped cream and berries. They're a little burnt, but Ravio made them for him, so he'll pretend he doesn't notice (and grows to like them better that way). On the road, he'll go for coffee/tea (he's not picky) if one of the others make it, or nothing at all.

Hyrule--does he have a favorite breakfast food? Food isn't very stable where he comes from--Legend and Wild would spoil him so much in regard of expanding his palate. But I imagine that something like a fried mixture of beef/sausage, vegetables, and a starch (perhaps an even poorer version of an already poor person food Shepherd's Pie, perhaps? it could be a breakfast food) would be a sort of filling, tasty, and easy to procure/make/preserve food that he'd like. On that note, I would say something simple, easy to get and preserve, and hardy would be his go to breakfast on the road--maybe meat jerky.

Wild--Also a sweets person. Fruit cake, cinnamon rolls, frosted cupcakes, basically all the little delicacies he could get at a dumb party 100 years ago, he ain't picky, it's for breakfast and it's fueling a day long sugar high. On the road he, unlike the other Links, can be pretty creative with his breakfasts, and he likes his spice as well. So, I think he'd like Meaty rice balls.

Four--direct this question to someone else please. He has four voices in his head fighting to answer right now, and none of them agree. I surely dont know if he doesn't.

Time--Pancakes and farm-fresh scrambled eggs and toast with jam. Malon makes it for him. What can I say. On the road he is a habitual coffee drinker, he wouldn't be functioning in the mornings without it. But he'll also take a poached egg if he has the time (heh).

Warrior--unlike Time who is a habitual coffee drinker, he is a coffee connoisseur. He likes the breakfasts they serve at the castle--a lot of meats and fruits, expensive, and on top of it all, well plated. Not to say that he can't eat simply--he was in a war, mind you--just that he prefers not to. On the road, he strikes me as the kind that would drink those tasteless quick oats (y'know you just add water, shake and go?) and also be very vocal about much time (heh) it's saving him (being none). I don't know what the Hyrule equivalent of those are.

Twilight--our favorite country boy. I think he likes a true southern breakfast. Ham and pan-fried potatoes and eggs over-easy, with a side of cheesy grits and sausage biscuits and gravy like Uli used to make for him (I HC this man has a black hole of a stomach, out of all the Links). On the road he'll inhale a boiled egg or two (salted and peppered if he's feeling fancy) that Wild made for him. I also head canon that Twilight likes tea with an intensity. And not only sweet tea, but like, ALL of the teas. He gets obsessive. I literally have in my detail/subplot tracking documents for BDOR the following entry underneath chapter 8--Tea: "Twilight’s cure to Wild’s voice is tea. His cure to life’s woes is tea."

Wind--whatever his grandma is making, probably with seafood involved. I've had a crab-spinach-egg casserole for breakfast before, it was good, so I'll give him that. On the road, I can see him packing a lot of bread and some meat (dried fish if he can get it).

Sky--This guy honestly has me stumped. Do those on Skyloft eat Loftwing eggs, or are they considered taboo? They have a lot of pumpkins around--do they incorporate them into their meals?@needfantasticstories you know a lot of Skyward Sword lore, bequeath me your wisdom. Anyways on the road he's a meat and bread person like Wind. Practical.

Now, for my rant about young men and their food quirks:

Bacon. Bacon, as I have witnessed, drives the most reasonable of men insane.

I just a few things to say about this. I have younger brothers, and I born witness to many male sleepover parties. I--as the resident nasty fe-male XD--have been (forced) to cook for them in the mornings. Set a pile of bacon in front of them (or really any meat, but I have found that bacon has the strongest affect) and they turn into WOLVES. They start to crowd around and stare as soon as they begin to smell it (which hey, give me space in the kitchen, please!), snatch it up before the grease even cools, and then retreat into their separate corners of the living room/kitchen and scarf it down, all while avoiding eye contact and projecting just how much they don't care about the bacon they're eating (perhaps so one of the others don't take notice and try to steal it). There's an odd little ritual/rules to the thing, too: for example, it's frowned upon to take more than three or four pieces at a time, there has to be enough for everyone, obviously; but if you finish a second and third serving before some poor sod stumbles in and gets himself a piece--why that is acceptable, even encouraged. But at all times, you could feel them watching each other, judging whether each person had taken acceptable amounts. 6 at once, I have determined, is veritably considered too much, as I have watched an entire group of mid-late teenage boys chase another through the house and outside for this crime of greed. Another thing was the presence of literally any other edible food. If there was anything else--eggs, fruit, even something like a few slices of unbuttered toast or coffee or juice sitting out, this reaction was largely tempered--even if none of the boys took the other foods, they would take a meager one or two pieces of bacon and be satisfied, perhaps reassured that other food was present and their hope of a filling breakfast was not in vain. Most, at that point they would restrain themselves from eating anything (other than their bacon tax) and wait so that everyone could eat together. But the mad scramble that occurs when there is bacon and only bacon in the kitchen (even if other things are cooking, nearly done, and visible to them) is otherworldly.

I never saw it with anything else, not eggs, not fruit, not even sausage or any other breakfast food. And it must be noted that I was exempt from their little ritual of judgement--perhaps as the only woman, or perhaps as the cook, I was allowed to take as much bacon as I liked from the pile, once the initial wave had attacked and retreated with their bounty (and the strips of bacon had cooled enough that mortal human hands such as my own could pick them up). And while they behaved like beasts, I was always very politely thanked for making breakfast once it was over and the frenzy had abated.

Anyways, your ask got me thinking about Malon making a pile of bacon for the boys, activating the beforehand undiscovered "PANIC! BACON!" mode in their brains, and just being utterly confused as they turn into animals. Just the boys descend, and then a few shouts of "Thanks, Malon!" drift in on the wind as they scatter like racoons with treasure, leaving an empty plate spinning behind them.

#linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu twilight #lu legend #lu time #lu sky #lu wind #lu warrior #lu warriors #wild linked universe #twilight linked universe #legend linked universe #time linked universe #sky linked universe #wind linked universe #warriors linked universe #i almost forgot a boy! #lu four #four linked universe #cheetoanswers

[nathandrakeisabottom]

Yesss please sam drake food/eating hcs?? Fave meals, hated meals, etc

It is with great joy and great belatedness that I post my first Uncharted piece in ages. Thank you for the lovely ask, anon. :)

⋆ Sam Drake - Eating Headcanons ⋆

Two words: scarcity mindset.

After running away from Saint Frances’s, to claim money was tight is to be telling some humorous bit, Money was borderline non-existent. And as such, came what the Drake boys do best: theft. 

Liquor stores were their easiest, and most consistent source. Sam still takes great pride in telling his many stories revolving around ‘cashier meet-cutes’ disguising their proudest heist to date: a 12-year-old Nathan smuggling canned goods under a moth-holed hoodie. 

Because of this, gas station snacks: twinkies, Lays chips, slurpees, etc. all tend to give him this simultaneous sense of nostalgia and nausea. Like when you’re eating eggs and all of a sudden, your body gags on the next bite.

But on an especially shitty day, expect him to be gobbling a Big Gulp and a half-frozen hot dog on the nearest street corner, with a half-smoked cigarette still sunken between his lips. It’s the way he wallows. 

Secretly wants you to tell him how bad that shit is for him so he has an excuse to snottily spat back “who the ‘ell cares?”. He finds pride in not caring about anything. (He cares about everything.)

Getting fast food at the drive-thru? Man waves you off a total of three times claiming he doesn’t want nothing before proceeding to eat half of your McNuggets without asking. He loves BBQ sauce and needs Tabasco on everything like it’s his will to live.

Big fan of spicy, sour, and tart, anything that makes your mouth pucker. Pretzels, salt and vinegar chips, cottage cheese, pickles, pineapple (😉). “What can I say? I admire a fruit that fights back!” — he snorts before taking a raw bite of a lemon, just to squirm you out.

Maybe a bit of the masochist in him. 

When he and Nate were able to get proper gigs (12-year-old Nathan: illegally, of course), they were able to progress to the simplest of grocery outlet options. Eggs, instant ramen packets, canned vegetables that were 9 out of 10 times eaten raw out of the can with a fork, and more nothing-but-toast-for-dinner than they’d want to admit).

Sam and Nate spent most of their childhood eating their dad’s scrambled eggs and microwaved peas. When their mom passed, and dad released them to the state, Sam decided he’d only ever eat over-easy again.

Nate still chooses scrambled. He asks for cheese and green onions to split the difference, but always ends up only eating half of it before the memories come too strong and he has to push his plate away. 

QUICK eater. MESSY eater. And I mean quick and messy. 

Will use as minimal cutlery as possible, and if disposable, even better.

A scooper. Tends to be a chronic careless spiller with how frequently he tries to funnel all the last crumbs into his mouth, how quickly he chugs even a glass of water. (Most shirts of his are stained as a result.)

Tends to wait till the last possible moment to eat or drink anything. Breakfast basically doesn’t exist to him. 

Spills more beverage down his chin and shirt than his mouth (but a wet t-shirt certainly isn’t the worst thing to happen. Especially not to Samuel Drake. ;)

Pizza order: Meat Lover’s with extra sausage. Maybe some green bell peppers when he finally compromises with Nate during movie night.

Never, ever orders (well, non-alcoholic) drinks when eating out. And only water when he finally lets himself cave. Otherwise, he’s stealing sips from the nearest patron’s Jarrito bottle (his favorite is Tamarind).

Doesn’t bother cleaning up his fruit peels or peanut shells, even around others. That shit’s going on the floor without a second look.

Surprisingly, a king and natural on the BBQ. Despite having so little in their childhood, Sam still tried to go hard on the holidays for Nathan’s sake. Fourth of July is still Nate’s favorite holiday exclusively because of Sam’s public park-smoked ribs and the long, bumpy motorcycle ride up the highest hill in whatever city they were currently loitering in, just to see the fireworks. 

A dive bar master. Nate always orders whatever grease-covered appetizer they got in the back. Sam purposely keeps his stomach empty so there’s more room for whiskey. (Since nobody asked, incredible at pool, and will offer any woman in a twenty foot circumference a lesson. Cue the leaning chest over back, cue stick fantasy.)

A love language that was a total surprise to him is his partner cooking/baking something just for him, especially if it’s from scratch. Gets that rare, soft look in his eyes as he watches them carefully place each steaming plate onto the table. And trust, he’s not looking at the food when it happens.

Loves his partner in an apron. Like… loves his partner in an apron.

Make him food, and as soon as it’s eaten, he’s eating you after. ;)

When he finally settles down post-Madagascar, it’s a fucking struggle to get him to go grocery shopping at all for the first few months. 

Self-punishment, maybe. 

Nathan buys them himself instead and leaves them on the porch of Sam’s trailer park home when he’s too depressed to answer the door. 

Basically has to be forced to eat actual meat and vegetables. For the first few months, he reverts and eats only familiar prison food. The same single pot of chili/beans for a whole week, half portions only for each meal. Uncooked canned carrots. Microwave popcorn when Nathan calls him asking if he’s eaten, and when Sam lies, it sounds more believable with the microwave droning in the background.

However, when he finally starts to pick himself back up, when he gets his first day job since prison, finally lets Nate buy him a used truck to get around, his first solo call from Sully, that’s when he finally starts to eat.

And when he finally feels like himself again, when he finally lets himself want to live again, the first hobby that Sam Drake takes up is cooking.

#uncharted #sam drake #sam drake x reader #uncharted 4 #uncharted 4: a thief's end #shea is back babyyyy (at least a little bit) #life's been real hard and i think i need to go back to uncharted and writing a bit to save my soul #also i love this man and wanna see him well #don't we all??? #also biggest hugs and heart eyes to the anon who decided to stick around this dead blog #thank you <3

[tightwadspoonies]

I am allergic to all nightshades (tomato, potato, peppers, eggplant) as well as shellfish. I'm also physically disabled, so standing at the stove or counter for long periods of time is painful. My food options are so limited as a result, and I end up relying on frozen foods more than I'd like. Any ideas?

Trail mix: Lots of things can be purchased in pre-sized pieces from bulk stores and mixed in zipper bags. I recommend dried fruit or berries without added sugar, seeds (pumpkin, sunflower, etc..), nuts, and puffed grain or cereal pieces. Making your own mix is usually a healthier and more customizable option than buying pre-made, so you can expand it out to a meal or just eat as a snack.

Meal shakes- Combine a regular smoothie recipe with some heavy cream or nut butter for more calories. These are much easier to clean up after if you use a stick blender and rinse it off immediately.

The following recipes minimize prep, or allow prep to be done at a different time than the meal will be consumed:

Sheet pan meals: Cut pieces of 2 different vegetables (sweet potato, onion, broccoli, green beans, cauliflower, etc...) and a meat (chicken, sausage links, beef, pork, etc...) into 1-inch cubes, toss in oil of choice with spices of choice (I like garlic, onion, salt, and black pepper), lay on a sheet pan, and bake until the meat is cooked through (30-45mins at 350F).

The chopping can be done seated and/or done ahead on a good day (or even purchased pre-cut at some supermarkets) and frozen (lay on a baking tray in the freezer for an hour, then put in a zipper bag) for a quick meal on a bad day. You can cut down on dishes by lining the pan you freeze or cook with in parchment paper.

Instant Pot or slow cooker meals: Put some meat, roughly chopped onions, spices of choice, oil of choice, and broth in a slow cooker or instant pot, set to appropriate settings and wait.

Make rice or other starch ahead of time and freeze in portions. Then all you have to do is microwave it to go with a sheet pan dinner or instant pot dinner.

Non-nightshade sauces can be tricky, but here is a relatively easy one that doesn't require sautee-ing. It does require an instant pot or slow cooker and blender or immersion blender.

#health #diy #food

[prolix-yuy]

I'm curious about how Frankie brought up his child/children/ex with Ms. Jackson?

(Just how many mini Moraleses are running around is up for debate, of course. I think there are at least two because of the way he says, "I got the NEW baby now." It doesn't sound like it's his first to me.)

Ooooh, very interesting because I am establishing Triple Frontier as canon in this AU, but I haven’t really gotten into that one line yet. Frankie is a very sweet boy in my AU, but he is human, and he has his own troubles and mistakes. To ignore them would be doing his character a disservice, so yes, let’s talk about Frankie’s past relationship.

Rosalie

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson", Francisco “Catfish" Morales x OFC "Caroline"

Summary: An envelope holds the key to Frankie Morales’ past, and he's been dreading the conversation he has to have about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: M, past Sex Worker!Frankie, allusions to sexual acts, descriptions of male and female bodies, descriptions of sex work (not explicit), unplanned pregnancy, drug use, PTSD, semi-toxic relationship, angst, people are complicated and hurt each other even with the best intentions. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Note: I honestly debated whether I wanted to go down this path, but this ask really helped solidify Frankie’s history. He’s benefited a lot from things like therapy and having a support system in the other TF boys, but there was a time when he was unmoored and struggling.

Before we begin, everyone take a deep breath and remember how happy Frankie and Ms J are now. Sometimes we have to push through a little pain for some healing on the other side.

Takes place after Easy Like Any Morning and about 8 months into Frankie and Ms Jackson’s relationship.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

It was an unassuming envelope, the kind that probably held a greeting card. You don’t normally pick up Frankie’s mail but it was lying on a shelf under his apartment complex’s mailboxes, blatantly addressed to Francisco Morales. Thinking little of it, you pick it up and bring it in with you as you walk through the front door.

“Hey babe,” Frankie says, dotting a quick kiss on your lips as you shrug off your purse. You hold out the envelope as you slip off your shoes.

“What’s this?” he asks, which you answer with a shrug.

“Was sitting on the mailbox shelf when I got in,” you reply. Something smells like roasted peppers and sausage, your stomach grumbling.

In the moment between when you hand Frankie the letter and when you finish hanging up your belongings, his whole demeanor changes. His face drops to a stony expression, eyes boring a hole into the white envelope, leaning more heavily against the hallway wall. It makes a cold pit form in your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, but your voice bodily snaps Frankie out of whatever mood he tumbled into. He tosses the letter onto the hall table with his other mail.

“Nothing. Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, too quick and too dismissively. You follow his retreating back to his small kitchen, itching to ask him for some explanation but deciding to wait it out. Frankie tended towards openness with you, and pushing him in the moment would only succeed in making him sink deeper into himself. All of your hardest conversations required Frankie to come to you first, but he rarely kept you waiting long.

After a quiet dinner, you mostly carrying the conversation, Frankie sets you up with the TV and asks you to find something to watch. His footsteps heading back to the hall worry you, but you try to give him the space he needs to process whatever that envelope holds.

It takes him four excruciating minutes to come back, the digital numbers on the cable box ticking down. You turn to him, about to say you found something that looked good, but your words die on your tongue at the look Frankie gives you. It’s dread and anxiety and nervousness cutting harsh creases into his beautiful face that has you tossing the remote aside and holding your hands out to him. His face crumples as he sits down heavily beside you. You move to take his hands and feel the envelope clutched in one, now ripped open. The card inside is edged in princess pink.

“I…” he starts, and you swallow hard at his hesitation. Whatever is in that envelope involves you in some way, and waves of fight or flight response ratchet up your heartbeat.

Is this where it all ends? Does the clock finally strike midnight and you turn back to a sullen divorcee, alone and heartsick again?

“Fuck,” Frankie swears, dropping the envelope in his lap and gathering up your hands. “I’m sorry, I’m scaring you. I’m sorry,” he pleads, and you realize you’ve been holding your breath since he sat down. You let air rush in, focus on his thumbs circling the backs of your palms.

“Yeah, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” you manage to get out with some strength behind the words. He steels himself before dropping your hands and sliding the card out of the envelope. It’s a child’s birthday invitation, bright and cheery, dated a month from now. The confusion must be written loudly on your face, because Frankie places the invite into your hands.

Please join us for Rosalie’s 2nd birthday party!

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Frankie met Caroline in the way he met most people outside of work those days - passing glances at his dealer’s house. She was pretty, engaging, loud and fun. He often caught her talking with a bunch of other regulars in the back room, eyes shining with the line she’d just snorted. Her hands always spoke with her, accentuating and punctuating her sentences. Frankie couldn’t help but stare, drawn to the life that spilled from every pore of her being. She felt so opposite to him, always drawn in and quiet.

The first time they touched was electric. She passed him in the hallway, one going in, one going out, and her hand skimmed over his shoulder. It made Frankie’s heart pound, more intoxicating than the powder tucked into his jacket.

The next time they met, Frankie plucked up enough courage to introduce himself. She was waiting in front of the house, eyes darting around nervously as he approached.

“Uh, hey,” he said, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched. She looked him up and down quickly, ready to bolt.

“Hey yourself,” she answered, but instead of hostility he caught notes of amusement. It made him just a little bit bolder.

“Seen you around a few times. I’m Frankie,” he offered, considering putting his hand out to shake but deciding against it. She gave him a smile, snarky as she licked over one incisor.

“Frankie. That’s cute. I don’t think I’ve known a Frankie since I was a kid,” she said, a nervous laugh popping out of his mouth.

“Francisco,” he added, making her nod along with something like understanding.

“Caroline,” she offers. “Nice to meet you.”

They stood in the baking sun for a few minutes longer, Caroline sweeping her gaze over Frankie as he tried not to obviously do the same. She finally tapped at her pocket with a knowing look.

“I’ve got something to share if you’re up for it, Francisco,” she said. Her tone was laced with more offerings than that, and if Frankie hadn’t have done a quick bump to get up the courage to talk to her he might have seen the problems here. But she was sexy and forward, and he was craving something his lizard brain believed only she can offer.

“Where do you want to go?”

Coke and Caroline were a match made in heaven. Whether they both did a line and waited for Frankie’s cock to get impossibly hard, or she showed up at his doorstep high and needy, they found comfort in the other’s body. She was plush and giving and wet and seemed to be horny for him all the time. In return the coke made him go forever, almost to the point where cumming would be more painful than just letting the high knock him out.

They didn’t share much past their scores, some pizza and electrolytes. She worked in a warehouse, liked reality tv, and only ever called him Francisco. He told her he worked as a private helicopter pilot. Which was…mostly true. He did work part time at a small hanger, but he hadn’t been flying much in recent years. Younger hotshots were hungrier for it than him, and he hated the droning conversations broadcast through headsets. Most days he just babysat the front desk and waited for a call from Pope. The itching in his fingers to be back up in the air…well, he started attributing that to the coke instead.

He didn’t tell her what else he did for work. She never gave him an indication that she’d shame him, or drop him because of it, but it was easier for the secret to just live between the other boys and him. Their meetups were erratic anyway; if he was already spent, he’d take his time making her cum with his fingers and tongue until his cock finally twitched back to life. If it was taking too long, half a crushed up Viagra normally did the trick. Those weeks were a blur of naked skin, the buzz up his spine, and blissful thoughtlessness. It felt like a dream as he fucked and snorted and ignored all of the problems knocking at his door.

It was when the tests skittered across her kitchen counter, positive on all three, that Frankie finally crashed back to reality.

“You’re pregnant?” he sputtered, unable to tear his eyes from the sticks littering the table. Caroline stood with her arms crossed, unable to stop shifting from side to side.

“Not like we paid a lot of attention to where you were cumming, Francisco,” she spat back, and the venom in her tone sobered Frankie up faster than he thought possible.

“Hey,” he said softly, putting his hands on her shoulders. Tears were threatening to fall, her mouth screwing up to choke back a sob. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s gonna be okay,” he soothed, wrapping her in his embrace as she sobbed into his chest.

“I can’t do this,” she cried over and over, words tearing into Frankie worse than if she was clawing him in anger.

“You’re not alone,” he finally said, pulling back to hold her face. Her face was blotchy and red, tears streaking down as he cupped her cheek. “I’m here. I’ll be here for you, for the baby. I promise.” He tried to warm her with a smile, stroking away tears. “If this is what’s happening, I’m going to do it right, with you.” Caroline broke out into more tears then, but grateful ones.

“Fuck, Francisco, I’m scared,” she said, and he smoothed her hair and stroked her back.

“Me too.” He pulled her back into his chest, nose pressed against her ear as her tears calmed down to hiccups and shaky breaths.

Caroline quit cold turkey, endured the withdrawal and the stress of detox. She threw out everything she had, stopped talking to the friends she made through her dealers, and started reading about prenatal care and scheduling doctors appointments. It impressed the hell out of Frankie, watching her take to this mission of being the best possible mother she could be. Instead of their usual conversations about who’s ordering food or when to go score their next hit, Caroline was showing Frankie baby registries and birth plans, talking about car seats and neighborhoods and everything made Frankie’s head spin. He tried to nod through, take notes, be present and supportive, but he was beginning to realize the inevitable.

He was going to fuck this up.

At first he was just afraid of detoxing, something Caroline made him promise to do before the baby was born. After watching a month of her mood changing, becoming more anxious and paranoid, bad dreams making her thrash in the night, Frankie wasn’t sure if he could endure it. His dreams already scared him enough, but without the wall of numbness to keep the terrors away he wasn’t sure he could be of any help to her or the baby.

That’s when the lying began. The sneaking out to his dealer, the subtle hits after listening to her read through long lists of the best foods to eat or best sleeping positions. Instead of growing closer to her, to his future child, he was drifting away as silently as possible. He didn’t want to, kept trying to force himself to man up, but the chasm continued to grow.

Maybe if they had been friends before, Frankie could have found more common ground between them. If they had gone on dates, or talked about their families, met their friends, maybe it wouldn’t feel like they were two strangers handcuffed together. All Frankie ever wanted to do was get high and fuck and forget with her. But she was a full person, one he never took the time to know beyond his needs and was forever tied to now. The sickly voice in his head chastised him about it now, how selfish he was, how he got himself so far into this mess. As she took to motherhood splendidly, he dreaded what kind of a father he’d be.

It came to a head when Frankie was careless after a client. She’d shared some of her own stash with him, and it was stronger than he was used to. She loved it, enjoying his raging libido for well past their hour and tipping him generously. He’d strolled out feeling like a fucking god, still vibrating and full of pent-up energy. He shouldn’t have gone to see Caroline.

She knew right away, could see it in his eyes and the speed of his hands. He tried to kiss her, make her feel as good as he was feeling, and she shoved him off.

“Are you fucking serious, Francisco? You told me you were done, that you would be done for us!” she shouted, so loud it made his head feel split open.

“It was nothing, honey, just a little…” he tried to say, but his fumbling words only made it worse. Her shouting blended into a cacophony of anger and mistrust, further exacerbated when she stepped into his space again.

“Were you…” she says, quieter and with incredulous awe in her voice. “Were you with someone?” Even with Frankie’s brain running at lightspeed he couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough. Caroline’s eyes widened, and the hurt within them haunted Frankie long after.

“Were you fucking some other woman?” she demanded, her voice rising again. “After you swore to me you were all in?” Her voice got warbly and the good feeling he’d been swimming in morphed into anger in Frankie’s chest. It barreled over his common sense.

“It’s not like you even fucking touch me. I was going to give it all up, but it didn’t even seem like you cared if I was here. Never letting me say shit to you. I tried to tell you I loved you and you threw it back at me, said it was just because you were pregnant. How am I supposed to not feel hurt by that?” The words burned as they spilled, pain washing over pain as they both gave in to the repressed emotions they’d been covering with false smiles.

“Why the fuck would I want you to say you loved me if you didn’t?”

“I’m supposed to, you’re carrying my baby. I wanted to say it and you kept throwing it back in my face.”

“What kind of antiquated bullshit is that?”

“You don’t think I cared about you when we were together?”

“Beyond a place to stick your dick when you got high, no.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No, it’s not, because I barely know you. We fucked around and got in trouble and I should have just told you I’d handle it myself.”

“After you cried to me that you couldn’t do this? How many times do I have to tell you that I want to be here for you and the baby?”

“Telling me you want to help and actually doing what I need you to do are two very different things.”

“I’m trying, I’m just as fucking scared as you are about this!”

“But I’m not snorting my fears, like I asked you not to. You’re just escaping, Francisco, like you want to escape everything in your depressing fucking life.”

“Don’t you dare do that, don’t you throw that shit into my face. I didn’t run away from this.”

“Looks that way to me.”

“I’ve been doing everything I can. I want to give you and the baby everything.”

“Oh yes, all that love you keep talking about. Be really fucking honest with me, Francisco. Do you actually care about me, even just as the mother of your child?”

“What the fuck are you trying to do with this now?”

“It’s a simple fucking question. Do you even like me? Do you even want to be around me?”

“Jesus fuck, no! Is that what you want to hear? No!”

The silence that follows that word cleaves the connection between them. It’s as sharp and final as a bullet to the brain.

“Get out,” is all she manages. He doesn’t try to apologize, or stay. She was right. He was best at escaping.

The next day Frankie called and left a long message for her. He apologized as best as he could and told her that he’ll be there for her as much as she wants him, but he’ll stay away if that’s her preference. She didn't return his call.

The days blurred together for a time after that. A revolving door of scores, clients, fuzzy days spent in the hanger disappearing into himself.

Santi was the first to put his foot down.

“I can’t have you high with clients, Frankie, it’s fucking dangerous for everyone, including me. You get clean or you’re done.”

“Then I’m done,” Frankie spat back, and the pain in Santi’s eyes at this revelation, that wallowing in misery was the preferred choice, made him stalk out of Frankie’s apartment.

The license suspension came soon after. Another pilot caught him rubbing some powder on his gums to get through the day, and the drug test was unavoidable. He stood stoically at his supervisor’s desk as they rattled off the terms of the suspension, the noise barely reaching his ears. Thankfully he was still feeling pleasantly numb, letting the succession of punches he’d been taking roll off his shoulders.

But the wave always crashes. As he was driving home a notification pinged. A sonogram in an email. The text was simple.

It’s a girl.

Santi got called to drag him out of a bar that night. He’d drunk himself blackout, and spilled his feelings, then his guts into Santi’s guest bathroom.

“I’m sorry, Frankie,” Santi said, a firm hand on his shoulder as Frankie heaved into the toilet again. “You shouldn’t have gone through all of that alone.”

“I deserved it,” is all Frankie could manage.

“No, you didn’t.”

It’s what he needed to finally go to a NA meeting.

Frankie threw himself into distractions away from his narrowing thoughts as Caroline’s due date approached. A question hung in the air, making him pull her contact up in his phone over and over.

Do you want me there?

The subtext was clear.

I want to be there.

The call came early in the morning, voice laced with pain.

“Frankie, please come.”

He didn’t take a full breath until he was by her side again.

She let him stay through it all. The pain, the hours of waiting, the birth itself. They talked, more than they had in months, and some of the heartache he’d been feeling lifted. He was clean, finally. He had a baby girl. Caroline wasn’t looking at him like he was a pile of shit. Maybe things could turn back around.

Holding little Rosalie in his arms, it felt possible. Maybe not perfect, but it was what he could have.

Then Santi came to him with a proposition.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve got the new baby now. And my lady isn’t into me doing this kind of shit,” he’d said to Santi. He didn’t want to do it, too many problems and too low in his life. Caroline was an easy excuse, a redirect to politely decline. She wasn’t his girl anymore, most likely never would be, but Santi had to understand what that meant. A life that he’d promised to the mother of his littlest lady. But Santi knew what made Frankie tick. Not just the money, but the purpose and the familiarity of a past life they’d all bled through before. And with that knowledge Santi spoke the words that made Frankie agree.

And Colombia happened.

Frankie’s lips finally stop moving after what feels like an eternity. You’d listened silently to the slow and painful unraveling of his history. It’s a raw, open wound he needs you to look at because he’s been hiding it for too long.

“The relapse made me realize I wasn’t ready to be a good father to Rosalie.” His voice is hoarse from emotion and speaking for so long. You want to get him a drink of water, let him rest, but he’s trying to show you the ugliest part of himself. You have to let him shed it all first.

“It lasted about two weeks while I was still in Colombia. No one knew where I was, or what I was doing. She told me she thought I was dead, and that for a little while she was…relieved.” You tighten your fingers around Frankie’s, showing him without words that life without him would only be crueler.

“She was upset about the relapse, angry at the silence, but eventually she understood. About Tom. And we talked for a long time after that. She left the door open, but with the understanding that I had to be clean to be around Rosalie. And I worked really hard for that. I thought I’d get to the point where I’d feel okay and then I’d just…be her dad.” Frankie’s face flits away from yours, not for the first time tonight. “But the longer I stayed away, the more I came to think that it was better that I did. Caroline’s got a new boyfriend, a good guy. He’s…really great with Rosalie, from the pictures I’ve seen. She’s…really happy.”

Tears are flowing now, and you have to actively stop yourself from crashing into Frankie’s arms. He’s trying to get to a place, to a moment where he can let you in, and you need to be patient. Your hands stroke along his knuckles, trying to bring him back to you.

“It’s her second birthday. I went to her first, and I thought it might kill me, seeing her. But somehow she knew me. Not that I was her dad, but that I wasn’t just some guy. She fell asleep in my arms and I told Caroline I was happy for her. I’m still not a large part of Rosalie’s life, but she’s a part of me, and I’m going to be there for her always.”

Frankie looks back at you, wiping his face roughly. It’s finally your turn. You pause to organize the swirling thoughts in your head and choose the most important words first.

“It’s okay that you didn’t tell me,” you start, and the immediate wave of relief on Frankie’s face belies how difficult of a revelation this was, and how much fear he held going into it. “Am I surprised? Sure, this is a lot. But I’m not mad, or upset. I don’t feel lied to, or tricked or anything like that. This is a part of your life that you weren’t ready to share with me, and it’s complicated. I understand.” Frankie nods briefly, making you shuffle closer to him on the couch. He leans his larger bulk against you, pressing his forehead against your temple.

“Did you tell me because you want to go to her birthday?” you say, trying to draw out the last few worries from Frankie’s mind.

“Yeah, definitely,” he breathes out.

“Were you afraid I’d be upset about you going?” you ask. Frankie pulls back, searching your face.

“Not upset. I, um…I thought about asking you to come. With me. And I knew I had to tell you if you came. It wouldn’t be fair not to. And all that was just…a lot.”

Your brain short circuits for a moment at this confession.

“You want me to…meet your daughter?” you ask. The panic flashes across Frankie’s face again.

“Shit, I literally just dumped this on you, you don’t have to decide that now. And you don’t have to come. It’s not…I’m not going to be getting more involved. Caroline and I decided on that. Jacob’s her dad to her. I’m not getting…joint custody or anything. I just…fuck. I’m fucking this up.” Frankie starts to get up but you pull him back down to you. His eyes are wide and plaintive.

“It’s okay,” you say, even if it all feels exactly not that. But it will be. “I’m okay. It’s an adjustment, but I’m still here Frankie. I’m still with you.” It’s garbled, what you’re trying to convey, but Frankie does seem to understand it. He pulls you into his arms, draping your legs across his lap as he breathes you in. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry for waiting so long,” he murmurs into your shoulder. You stroke at his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp.

“I get it. I promise,” you say. You let him calm in your arms, your breathing in tandem. Frankie tucks you under his chin and against his chest.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. He squeezes you a little tighter.

“Thank you for understanding,” he replies, “And for not running for the hills. I really…man, I really fucked that up. Jesus Christ,” he sighs, and you giggle against him for a moment.

“You always keep it interesting, Frankie,” you joke, and a little bit of levity eases the tension.

“And…” you say, Frankie humming to continue, “Tentatively…tentatively…if you asked me to go with you, I’d be okay with that. If it’s okay with her mom, of course.” Frankie’s body goes still under you, and you have to twist up to look at him. His eyes are shining with tears, and gratitude, and so much care. He looks down at you and you’re swallowed up in him.

“I have never loved anyone as much as I love you,” he says, his voice tight. His mouth both crashes and melds into yours, deep passionate kisses that have him laying you out on your back as he seeks refuge in your lips. You return his devotion as he wraps himself around you. Your mouths slow, bodies settling deeper as exhaustion pulls you under.

You wake the next morning still tangled together on the couch, covered in creases and dried drool and tangled hair. Frankie lifts his head up from your neck and groans as his back pops repeatedly. You stroke your fingers through his messy curls as he hazily looks down at you.

“There you are,” you say, and Frankie’s face melts into adoration.

“Hey babe,” he croaks out, “Right where you left me.” You kiss the man you love so dearly, baggage and all.

“Right where you belong.”

END

The story continues in Flight Plan

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Benny's Chicken Sausage Gumbo

I wanted to dedicate my first recipe post to my friend Benny who is from the Lafayette area and took the time to come over and teach me how to make chicken and sausage gumbo recently—which was a real labor of love, because gumbo is NOT quick or easy to make. But he's one of the coolest and nicest people I've ever met, and he loves to cook, and he wanted to make sure I had the good stuff, so he was happy to teach me... in fact, he said he'd be happy to come again and teach me some more Louisiana recipes in the future.

Now if you've ever had gumbo NOT in Louisiana, Benny says you may not have ever had a good gumbo, so don't judge gumbos as a whole based on that one gumbo you ate at some random restaurant once. Benny says the world is FULL of crap gumbos that just don't taste right, because it's very hard to get gumbo right! He also told me there are many variations on gumbo that are very normal even within Louisiana, and they are all delicious when they are done right, and this is just the kind he makes because of the area he was born. So if you want the good stuff, you just gotta go to the right place. The very best place to get gumbo, Benny says, is in a Louisianian's home... because then you know it's made with love, and is probably made by a recipe passed down through generations.

Now there are three main components to a chicken sausage gumbo the way Benny makes it:

The roux. This is the most time consuming and difficult part to get right but also the most important part and the part people are most likely to fuck up according to Benny.

The meat. Chicken and sausage. You wanna use chicken thighs if you can get 'em and andouille sausage if possible. However, many varieties of sausage are acceptable. Just be aware the sausage is part of what flavors your gumbo, so pick a good one!

What's referred to as the holy trinity in Louisiana cooking: yellow onions, green bell peppers, and celery. Garlic, Benny says, is also a given in ANY Louisiana dish (and luckily he isn't actually allergic though some people in his life might think that).

Here's all the supplies you're gonna need:

A big ass pot and a spoon and a ladle. Benny says gumbo takes forever, so if you're going to make it, you might as well make a shit ton of it so that either you can feed a whole bunch of people, or, because it'll freeze real well, you can do that.

A cast iron skillet or dutch oven and a whisk or a flat bottom wooden spoon. This is for making the roux.

A knife and cutting board for chopping all your shit up.

A strainer to strain your broth.

Ingredients List

1 cup oil

1 cup flour

4 lbs of chicken thighs

1 Ibs link sausage

3-4 bay leaves

several garlic cloves

large yellow onion, chopped (2 to 3 cups)

2 to 3 celery stalks, chopped

green bell pepper, chopped

2-3 Tbsp minced garlic

Salt to taste

black pepper to taste

red pepper to taste (or cajun seasoning)

Instructions:

First, the roux:

Whisk together the oil and flour in a cast iron skillet or dutch oven. Now, you wanna turn the heat on your burner to medium—never higher or lower than that! And then you just start stirring—and you keep stirring and stirring and stirring constantly... for like 30 minutes to an hour. You need that flat bottomed spoon (or your whisk works) so you can scrape the bottom and sides of the pot/skillet on repeat so nothing sticks and burns. You constantly gotta be scraping your roux off the bottom and sides of the pot. If you stop, the roux will BURN and you cannot let that happen or you have to start over, okay? You DO however, want it to get darker and darker. It'll start a milky white, and where you stop does depend on personal taste, but Benny says he considers his done when it's the color of a Hershey bar. Remember that your cast iron is going to stay hot after you turn the heat off, so turn the fire off a little before you think you should and continue to stir until your pot has cooled enough that it isn't cooking your roux anymore or you will STILL burn it! This is why this is the hardest part of making gumbo. The roux is easy to burn!

Second, the broth and the holy trinity:

Dump all your chicken in that big ass pot with about 12 cups of water, along with the bay leaves and some halved garlic cloves. Bring all of that to a boil, then turn down to low, cover, and let it simmer for about 30 minutes to an hour (until your chicken is boiled through). You will need to remove the fat that bubbles to the surface as you boil the chicken.

While that's going, dice up all your vegetables (onions, celery, green bell pepper, and MORE garlic—this time minced).

When your chicken is boiled through (but hopefully before it turns stringy—you don't want that!) remove it from your pot and set it aside somewhere, then pour your broth through a strainer to get rid of any more bits of skin or fat from the chicken. You wanna have about 12 cups of broth, so if you don't have enough, if you've gotta, you can add some chicken broth you have stored somewhere or from the store. Pour the broth back in your big pot and bring it to a boil, then dump all the vegetables you diced up in there (onion, celery, green bell pepper, garlic) AND the roux.

Turn the heat to low and let it all simmer for about an hour. While it's cooking in there, you add the sausage so it adds flavor, so...

Third, the meat:

Slice your sausage up into little… medallions? (You know what I'm talking about—how you usually cut link sausage) and cook it in a skillet just to brown it and remove some of the fat, then add it to the gumbo so it can add some more flavor to that simmering broth and roux. Continue to cook on low.

Now when your simmering time is over, you'll nearly be done, so when it's close to time, dice up your chicken into pieces (and debone of course if you used bone-in thighs). Kitchen shears are also good for this but a knife will also do you just fine.

Now add the salt, black pepper, and red pepper to taste (Benny was very generous—this ain't one of those "just a little salt" type deals). You can also put cajun seasoning in there. Add your chopped chicken into the pot and simmer for about 20 more minutes, and it'll be ready to serve.

Gumbo is best served with rice (I don't mean like a gravy type deal—this is a soup! But you often put rice in that soup!) and some french bread, which tastes fucking awesome dipped in that broth.

Gumbo freezes well, and you can also make a big batch of roux ahead and keep it in a jar in your fridge if you want, so it's possible to prep that ahead so you don't spend so long preparing it all in one day. Anyway, there you go! That’s Benny’s chicken and sausage gumbo!

#from the kitchen of benny lafitte

[dwtdog]

ok shit in a bowl does require rice. if you have ramen that works too. great thing abt this is that its Very versatile it just requires a carb of some sorts. and it can be however long or quick as you like!! typically i make mine with hot dogs cut into eighths, a boiled egg (or two, sometjmes even fried!!), a veggie of some sorts (typically green onion), and some sort of sauce (terriyaki + soy is gooood just make sure to put a lil bit of terriyaki tho)

for a fancier version, you can use fish!! like wood plank salmon or bits of shrimp (DO NOT USE PACKAGED OR CANNED TUNA.) cook down the veggies (lettuce, spinich (please check the leaves before cooking them.), broccoli, carrots, anything. just soften/blanch them First before adding/cooking further. please.) but dont use frozen they always suck... add some sauce, green onion, and sesame seeds and viola!! dinner. add an egg too :)

dont have time? microwave everything itll take like 5 minutes max DONT MICROWAVE THE EGG, COOK IT IF YOU CAN

dont wanna call it shit in a bowl? fried rice

want it for breakfast? sure!! egg, breakfast sausage (or bacon or spam or hell even ham works great!!) uh. uhh POTATOES put hashbrowns in there. cheese and ketchup (or if ur a physco use maple syrup) put maybe a lil bit of soy sauce for color and pepper and green onions) dont do this if ur trying to keep it sweet n salty... the soy can stay)

its legit egg + meat + rice + whatever the fuck you want!!!! its great. i used to put cheese in there but stopped (if ur trying to make a burrito bowl or have chili on the side or breakfast or a deconstructed sandwich or-) bc it just sidnt work out with the egg

but yeah!! easy meal idea. very basic and Very prone to change -709

i feel like my grandma just handed me a book full of the family secret recipes tysm i will try :DD

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I went nuts this weekend and planned for 6 recipes. So I'm a little back logged.

This was the basis for two breakfasts. I prepped the dry ingredients the night before and wrapped the mixing bowl to save time. Also cubed the butter for the freezer.

I made my own buttermilk instead of buying it. Might've been why mine were a touch dry, but I may have overworked the dough. I've never been great at biscuits. I forgot to take pics of the dough being mixed...

They baked up in 10 minutes, perfect for a quick meal.

Was really looking forward to this one, but it ended up a little too salty. Would be great as a hangover breakfast. The sausage gravy is literally just 4 ingredients. He says to season it, but I don't think you'll need it. A little black pepper but no salt. For real. I would double the cream next time. Then maybe you can add salt.

The first ones are his biscuits. Mine look similar enough, but I'm pretty sure mine are smaller. I'll have to try again someday.

Very good, but also bad. This is something you should eat less than 3 times a year, I feel. Hard to hate it though.

| Sausage Gravy with Biscuits |

Taste is a 4 out of 5. Too salty, and that says a lot coming from me. Biscuits were nice though.

Difficulty is a 2 out of 5. If you used premade biscuits it would be soooo easy.

Time was about 40 minutes. I did prep a little the day before.

I'll definitely add these to my winter repertoire. Drink some Pepto and have a nap after consuming this.

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It's a two parter! Gotta use up those biscuits...

This one worried me a little. I don't like the idea of making a gravy with coffee. Especially for ham.

I bought a big slice of ham for this, which was a little too thick, but still tasty. He says to soak the ham in water for 20 minutes before cooking, to remove some salt. Never done this before, but it was a smart step.

Other than searing ham, there's practically nothing to this. Add more butter after you remove the ham, then dump in the coffee. Reduce by half, and you're done. He said grape jelly (?) was optional, and I hate it, so I left it out. Intrigued though.

Looks more like soy sauce than gravy. It was pretty good! Didn't taste much like coffee, which I don't understand. Another salty breakfast.

| Country Ham with Red Eye Gravy and Biscuits |

Taste is a 3.5 out of 5. Last thing I thought I would say, but it needs more of the gravy.

Difficulty is a 1 out of 5, 1.5 with the biscuits. Hard to fuck this up.

Time was 35ish minutes. A normal amount of time to make breakfast.

I think I'll make this again, but double the "gravy". The sausage gravy was tastier though.

We're at 18 recipes, with over 100 more to go (though I don't know the exact recipe count). I think I made a good dent for just one month.

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[peashooter85]

Not one of the gross pizza posts I've been doing tonight. Sometimes I make a pizza for a quick lunch. Spread cottage cheese on naan bread. Then also vegetables like tomatoes, olives, broccoli, peppers, fresh spinach or spring greens, red onion, whatever you want, and maybe a meat like Italian sausage, ham, or chicken, I mostly just do it meatless. No cooking just eat cold. It's delicious and really easy to make I love it! :D

[moteocooking]

Short Pasta Burrito - One Bite Satisfaction 🌯🌮🌯

Today, we're introducing a convenient and delicious lunch idea: the Short Pasta Burrito. It's easy to make and, even if it cools down, you can simply reheat it in the microwave for a mouthwatering experience, perfect for a one-handed lunch.

Start by cutting sausages in half and give them a good sear. Unlike traditional preparation, this method not only saves time but also gives you that delightful crispy edge. Definitely worth a try.

Next, open a can of tomatoes and blend them together with garlic, olive oil, consommé, salt, and basil in a food processor. Pour this mixture into a frying pan, add milk, white wine, butter, and the short pasta. Simmer until it thickens and combines beautifully.

Finally, add black pepper and cheese to your liking. Once the cheese melts and melds with the tomato sauce, spread this delectable mixture on a tortilla. Then, add the sausages and more cheese. Roll it up.

After rolling, place it in a hot pan and sear the surface. The result: a Short Pasta Burrito with a crispy exterior and a gooey, flavorful interior, featuring the tanginess of tomatoes and the richness of cheese.

This burrito is perfect for a one-handed meal, making it great for lunchboxes, quick snacks at work, or when you're in a rush. It's easy to make and incredibly satisfying. Enjoy the deliciousness to the fullest!

Ingredients: Short Pasta: 80g Garlic: 1 clove Olive Oil: 1 tablespoon Consommé: 1 tablespoon Salt: 1 teaspoon Basil: 1 teaspoon Milk: 50ml White Wine: 100ml Butter: 10g Black Pepper: to taste Sausages: 2 Canned Tomatoes: 1 can

I'm planning to open a restaurant soon, and I'd appreciate your advice. 😘😘😘 If you come across any dishes in the videos I've posted that you'd like to try, please leave a "like" or a comment. If there are dishes that you enjoy, I plan to add them to our menu. let's create an exciting culinary adventure together!

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