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petermorwood · 2 years
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Another dish for “Food and Cooking of the Middle Kingdoms”.
Roast smoked pork belly with lard-roasted herbed parsnips, butter-roasted honeyed parsnips and butter-roasted honeyed apples (in this instance two Bramleys and two Jazz, but any pairing of sharp and sweet would do). After starting on the cooktop, fruit & veg all joined the pork in the oven for about half an hour, while the smells that emerged were amazing. The finished dish photographed very nicely...
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...and despite being something that doesn't really exist it tasted delicious.
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superbeeny · 1 year
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Watching movies about the artistic main characters reminiscing about their tragic doomed loves that happen to be set in France, and here I am fixating on their kitchens and fire light.
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tryan-a-bex · 9 months
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Dinner and a Play
Gen/Fluff/Crack/1250 words/on ao3/Series (2k words) starts here For @carnelianmeluha, thanks to @best-wishes and @mallory-x for beta reading!
“So?” Hob asked, “what did you think of the play?”
The family settled around the table in the restaurant and Dream accepted the menus from the waitress. Family. They were a family now. I mean, Hob thought, they had been together. In some sense. But now they were raising a child together. Wow. Social Media. The collective consciousness. What does that even mean?
Tift glared at their menu and stabbed a finger at one of the items. “Mac and cheese is for babies and old people, like Facebook. Why is it on here?”
Dream sighed. “Facebook, and mac and cheese, are for everyone who want them. There are other ways to prepare mac and cheese besides Kraft dinner, you know.”
“I know! Find a recipe and pin it! Pinterest is like Shepherd’s Pie, you know, all sorted.”
“Would you like the shepherd’s pie, then?” Hob asked.
“No! Pinterest is boring! Don’t eat the rice and beans,” Tift stabbed a finger at the menu again, objecting to the Coconut Rice and Black Beans with Cilantro. “It will give you a stomach ache because of the Melon.”
“But there’s no melon in there?” Hob wondered what they were on about.
“Melon! M…Elon! Musk melon! Argh!” Tift threw the menu down and grabbed their head. “Rice and beans is like Twitter because it’s small little pieces! I have a stomach ache from the Melon!”
“Okay, not the rice and beans, and stay away from Twitter, got it. Is there something there you would like?” Hob remained patient, as pushing preteens usually resulted in the opposite of the desired effect. Tift glanced over at the menu lying askew across the table.
“Not the chicken lasagne! It looks like the threads in Reddit! That’s a headache! Go to Tumblr!”
“Is Tumblr better?” Dream inquired. “Is there something on the menu which reminds you of Tumblr?”
Tift grabbed the menu again and scanned it, flipping pages and muttering. “Chicken Mushroom Strudel. Picture perfect! Instagram-ready! Looks good enough to eat! Mushrooms, mushrooms, Stuffed Mushrooms, like TikTok, container consistent, content contrasting! You’ve been scrolling for a long time, it’s time to take a break and drink some water!” The waitress had just brought ice water, and Tift grabbed a glass and downed half of it. Suddenly a bit calmer, they turned another page and looked at the picture. 
“Yes! Dauphinoise Potatoes! So many thin little layers like a Tumblr post!” They looked up at Hob with a sigh of relief and requested politely, “I’d like the Dauphinoise Potatoes, please.”
“Of course!” Hob relayed the order to the waitress, deciding to try the same dish, while Dream ordered the chicken mushroom strudel. (“The interwoven pastry is like the strands of a story,” he explained sheepishly to Hob.)
They handed over the menus and Hob decided to try again with the after-play discussion, hoping Tift would remain calm.
“So, what did you think of The Farndale Avenue Housing Estate Townswomen's Guild Dramatic Society's Production of Macbeth?” Hob watched Dream consider his answer, and then noticed that Tift was becoming agitated again. Their tone and expression altered drastically with each sentence as they spouted contradictory nonsense.
“Farndale, as a play, is cheap and nasty!” they said, scowling. “A delightful piece of dribble!” they exclaimed with a smile. “No social consciousness, just women from an estate doing Macbeth really badly,” they complained tetchily. “The cast appear to be having a ball in this play within a play!” they said enthusiastically, face lighting up once more. “No nuance or subtlety here,” they criticized with a furrowed brow. “This is a light-hearted, nicely presented, fun show!” The smile in their voice was reflected in their face, and then it fell as they continued grumpily, “It’s not an especially thoughtful or imaginative premise, and it shows.” Like a comedy-tragedy mask, they flipped again. “Very entertaining and a pleasant way to while away an afternoon or evening!” Tift looked at Dream in distress, pleading for help with their eyes as their mouth ran on.
Dream took their hands in his and held their gaze. 
“It’s okay, Social Media. It’s okay. It can be overwhelming, but you can control it. It feels like a swarm of bees attacking you, doesn’t it?”
Tift nodded frantically, tears swamping their eyes. Dream nodded confirmation and reassurance.
“Hold it in your mind and take a step back. Remember you are a person, separate from your function. Step back from it until it is a cloud, apart from you, that you can see the whole of.”
Hob beamed at Dream. He’d worked so hard to get Dream to see himself as a person, separate from his function, and watching that pay off in Dream’s ability to help Tift was enormously gratifying. Dream gave him a small smirk and returned his attention to the child before him.
The fear had drained from their face, replaced by a look of fierce concentration.
“Oh! Oh! Yes! I got it! I can see it all!” A huge sigh of relief was followed by an expression of pure joy.
“Excellent,” Dream affirmed, “now choose what you would like to say.”
Tift glanced back at Hob, remembering the original question about the play. They stared into space, the same way Dream did when he was scanning dreams or stories for a bit of information. Then they smiled and addressed Hob clearly.
“I enjoyed the play! It was very silly, but it got the gist of Macbeth across in a light and entertaining manner. I’m glad we went! Thank you for recommending it!”
Hob turned his fullest smile on Tift now. “I’m happy you loved it, and I’m so proud of you for managing your function the way you did just now! The play is one of my favourite versions, because it mocks that Shaxberd so very cornily.” Dream broke out laughing at that, briefly drawing the attention of the other diners with his exuberant, raucous, unusual laughter. 
“You never will let up on the Bard, will you, Hob?” he asked once he caught his breath.
Hob winked. “I guess I could let this one go. He’s long gone, and I won, after all.”
Tift looked between them. “I think there’s a story you need to tell me.”
Hob began an enthusiastic rendition of his meeting with Dream in 1589 as their meals arrived. Dream’s chicken mushroom strudel smelled amazing, and Hob saw him smile slightly in pleasure as he took the first bite. Tift tore eagerly into their daupinoise potatoes, and Hob enjoyed the delightful aroma of creamy potatoes, Gruyère cheese, garlic, thyme, a hint of nutmeg (and was that a note of rosemary?) rising from his own serving as he regaled them with his tale of love pursued and lost to art.
When the waitress came back with dessert menus, Hob wondered if Tift would do better this time. And in fact, they did. 
“I’d like the baklava,” they said politely to the waitress, and in a quiet aside to Hob, “because it’s also like Tumblr.” When Hob chose the gorgeous pavlova topped with summer fruit and Dream ordered the same, they restrained themself to quietly pointing out that “pavlova is like Snap because the meringue melts away in your mouth.”
Well, thought Hob, having everything likened to different social media apps wasn’t that different  from Dream’s habit of seeing the narrative storyline in everything. If this was his life now, he thought fondly, he could get used to it.
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Notes: From Best-wishes, the official recipe for gratin dauphinois from the website of the "dauphiné" region. And also, CarnelianMeluha’s recipe (see the link called potato) and instructions for making it! (The description in the fic is based on this version.) The Farndale Avenue Housing Estate Townswomen's Guild Dramatic Society's Production of Macbeth is a real play, which I have seen and enjoyed. The sentences I used in the comedy-tragedy section were entirely lifted from these two reviews: https://thetab.com/uk/london/2014/03/15/review-the-farndale-avenue-housing-estate-townswomens-guild-dramatic-societys-production-of-macbeth-12821 (negative review) https://www.stagewhispers.com.au/reviews/farndale-avenue-macbeth (positive review)
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amaiguri · 2 months
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Ahhhh just realized it's WBW! \(*0o0)/ When it comes to the foods of your world would you consider making some of the dishes irl? (or at least as close as you can get them) If so which dishes? Tell me about them! (^v^) [I might've been hungry when I got to this today lol]
Omg YES I have actually made my world's dishes irl -- or as close as I can manage.
I'm on mobile so I can't embed the video but skim this YouTube video for the real food footage and you'll get to see :DDD
https://youtu.be/IEXTrBwB-Qk?si=_Ec7RzpQmbaKMhkW
The tl;dr -- they were yummy and unique and I had a good time. I want to make the fry bread again sometime :D
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(Honest Trailers epic voice guy voice:) You have heard of the male gaze. You have heard of the female gaze. You have also heard of the bisexual gaze...Now get ready for: The Hungry Gaze!😋
Ever wondered why an author spends insane amounts of time describing food? They're simply employing The Hungry Gaze. 🍽
The Hungry Gaze doesn't have to discern between people of different genders or sexualities and thus possibly make consumers think that the story has a particular target audience 🤗. It takes something most people are familiar with and applies it to the writing, making the narrator or point of view character more relatable while simultaneously making most readers discontent with their current food possibilities.
The Hungry Gaze: making me want to try certain foods since I was a very young child.🍴
What do you think about The Hungry Gaze? Would you prefer authors to leave out all food so that you can consume the media at any time, even when you might not want to think about food, or do you like the realism it gives a story?
(Fun fact: Yes, this was made partially with readers' opinions on George R.R. Martin's many detailed descriptions of food in mind. )
Ok, this post was supposed to be only the first few lines a la Honest Trailers but then it developed into a bit more.😄
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x3no9 · 3 months
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Just realized that while I do *mention* food and the action of ordering/acquiring food, I never actually have my characters eat. I let the reader know they DID eat by saying they finished , or that they are no longer in said eating location. I have used fallice shaped treats to... ahem, move a comedic scene along but other than that nothing. But also need to remember my characters are usually not fully human or they are cannibals... so I guess I describe THEM eating in detail ( sometimes each other). Then I come to writing about Ghost and Soap and man I imagine those boys can EAT. When they FINALLY get to relax and have a night off they eat hella much and love every moment. Then once their tummys settle they devour one another;).
I have already described a meal between those two hunks in one fic more that I have had Commander Shepard or Illusive Man their entire life LOLOL
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roseworth · 11 months
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the fun thing about ollie is that he seems like a character thats been fandomified beyond recognition but really he actually just is a socialist wifeguy dad that eats chili for every meal
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prokopetz · 1 year
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"Do you have to wear the suit at the table?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"You mean apart from the fact that it smells like boiled piss?"
"That's hurtful."
"The question stands."
"Okay, you know how the life support system is equipped to support the wearer's respiration and circulation in emergencies?"
"I do."
"Well, I got pretty shot up out there last mission."
"You mean–"
"My armour is currently performing 80% of my biological functions."
"Jesus."
"I'm flattered, but I don't think I qualify – I was only clinically dead."
"I meant–"
"I know what you meant."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Docbot says I can take it off without dying again in six to eight weeks."
"Well, I guess that's our breakfast plans shot."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't exactly eat bacon and eggs without taking your helmet off, can you?"
"I can't, no, but the suit can."
"It can?"
"You, uh, might want to look away for this part."
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bunny-lovers · 2 months
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Imagine comforting your f/o after they’ve had a nightmare. Maybe they startled you awake when they woke up, or maybe they woke you up out of fear, or maybe they wanted to be strong and not wake you up but you woke up anyway. Maybe they need a certain food or activity to comfort them, or maybe they just need some hugs. Even if they choose not to tell you about their dream, they feel protected and warm when they’re with you.
proship/comship/neutral DNI
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I want to write a Danny Phantom cookbook so bad since so much food is mentioned throughout the series. I compiled a list of everything mentioned and a few extra things anyway what do y’all think
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salmontheking · 1 year
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This gentleman is consuming an anatomical sandwich - an artificial organism made specifically to take the form of a bun with filling, ready to eat, at the end of its life cycle. Like a banana.
The cheese is blue because at some point the number of cheese species grew so large that people couldn't distinguish that many shades of red, yellow an orange.
The sandwich itself feeds on petroleum, naturally.
It's called post-agriculture and most food is made like this since the 2120s. Beings that are neither plant nor animal nor fungus, devoid of any life functions other than growth. Natural produce is for eccentric people willing to splurge on food. The consensus is that if it grew out of the dirt, it also tastes like dirt and makes you feel like dirt when you eat it. Synthetic food is tastier, healthier, more filling and more varied.
A concept of a "food gap" exists among humanitarians - the idea that because poor countries still use ordinary agriculture, their citizens must suffer perpetual dietary deficiencies and waste plenty of time on preparation.
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comradekatara · 7 months
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modern au katara reads books “for fun” that are “engaging” and “enjoyable” and sokka (big finnegan’s wake head) is like “weak. i only read books that exacerbate my suicidal tendencies”
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warakami-vaporwave · 7 months
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maggswaggs · 1 year
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Imagine your f/o being there with you when you're up late and can't sleep. They don't get annoyed if you wake them up. They don't want you to apologize. You can come to them always. always. Even half-asleep they put your arms around you and ask you "What's wrong?"
They want to hold you close, talk to you, be there for you, lull you to sleep, whatever you need, really, they'll be there, even if a little sleepy. They'll be there all night, just as they'll be there in the morning for you.
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Chez Molerat VS Dine 'n Crime - MENU
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"KP! BIG SITCH! DIRE SITCH! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!" "Ron, calm down. Breathe in...," "..." "..." "..." "You can breathe out no--" "DRAKKEN OPENED A CAFÉ ACROSS THE STREET FROM BUENO NACHO AND HE'S TRYING TO GET THEM TO GO OUT OF BUSINESS SO HE CAN RENT THEIR BUILDING AND WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!!." "Wait--, slow down; Drakken opened a Café?" "COME ON AND TAKE A LOOK FOR YOURSELF!"
At long last, I have finally finished this massive project! I got inspired by those 'anime pop-up restaurants', Disney park foods and themed cafés and I wanted to try and take my own spin on it with a Kim Possible themed menu! To save you all some travel ticket money to my house, I've written down the recipes/links to all of these food items so you can make these yourself in real life! The food items are all based on things I've eaten/made before and I hope that my picks are to your liking! DRINKS: Quench your thirst, and OBEY: [coming soon] The Ronfactor: [coming soon] It's 'juiced' you: [coming soon] She's got the green magic: [coming soon] MAIN DISHES: The Naco: [coming soon] Basic average meal: [coming soon] Dumpling: [coming soon] I.H.O.A.T.: [coming soon] What is that? That tasty thing!: [coming soon]
DESSERT: El Presidente: [coming soon] Shego's vacay: [coming soon] Camel turtle brownies: [coming soon] What's the sweets?: [coming soon]
BON APPETITE!
(NOTE: This is the master post so this post won't be rebloggable until I finished posting all recipes!)
Massive thanks to @bcbdrums, @gothicthundra, @selfox, @creatorping and @legendary-guest for talking with me during the process of this project!
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tariah23 · 3 months
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