#it's either burnt or underdone

[softquietsteadylove]

I thought about some Thenamesh and Jack kitchen chaos, because Jack wants to do something for this Dad's for fathers day.

Hugs and love!! 🖤✨

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"What?" Jack asked as the hand mixer was taken from his hand from above and behind him, as well as the mixing bowl.

"You can't hold it from the edge like that when you're mixing," Gil corrected, far from the first time and it would be far from the last, too. "It could slip outta your hand and you could hurt yourself."

"I'll hold it right," Jack attempted to insist to his Uncle. But Gil was already holding the bowl and mixing the batter himself.

"Let him, Jack," Thena smiled at her nephew. She had never handled the beast known as 'hand mixer' either, but she was in favour of whatever couldn't hurt her nephew. "You can crack the eggs."

Jack beamed; now that, he could do. "Okay!"

Gil chuckled, watching Jack rush over to Thena's end of the kitchen. The place was a disaster. There were bowls everywhere, eggshells on the counter and the floors, turkey bacon packaging in the sink. It was complete chaos.

"Very good, Jack."

It was well worth it for how cute it was. Thena leaned over Jack's shoulder as he cracked the eggs with obsessive care and precision. Thena didn't intervene, despite being a real egg cracking pro (even on her worst Mahd Wy'ry days, she could usually manage to eat an egg).

"Is three enough?" he looked up at his Aunt, who looked at Gil.

He shrugged and nodded.

"Yes," Thena smiled blithely. She had no idea if that was true for humans, or if their fragile bones needed more nutrition than that. She was used to having entire feasts served to her at a time, after all.

Gil let the pancake batter settle as he came over to the stove with the bowl in hand. "You got it?"

"We've got it!" Jack answered happily as he stood at the stove to scramble his lovingly cracked eggs in the pan.

"Okay," Gil murmured, still keeping a close eye on them as he moved to the cast iron skillet that would cook their pancakes for them. "Should be ready."

"Hm," Thena looked at it, instinctively moving to put her hand on it to test.

Gilgamesh grabbed it, both fierce in intent, but holding her hand gently. "Don't even-!"

She gave him a look, "I may not have your hands, but I can touch it for a second, Gilgamesh."

He shook his head though, pulling her hand up to his lips to kiss it. "Not even that. Not these precious hands."

Thena smiled as Gil endeavoured to kiss each knuckle.

"Uh, Uncle Gil?--the pancakes?"

Gil laughed at Jack's eagerness to interrupt their affections. But he obliged, "okay, okay, pancakes."

Gilgamesh did indeed put his palm to the hot iron, unbothered completely by what would be a dire injury to even another Eternal.

Thena smiled, leaning against him on one side of her with her hand on Jack's shoulder on the other side. "It's like back home."

Gil smiled; he made pancakes for her often back in Australia. "You want berries in yours?"

She kissed his cheek, "please."

"But they're for Dad and Baba, Uncle Gil!"

"Don't worry, buddy, there's plenty of batter," Gil assured their nephew (who was cooking the eggs to death). "Your dads will have plenty for them. But no way I'm making pancakes and leaving out my wife."

Thena smiled, leaning forward and pursing her lips.

Gil happily obliged.

"Are the eggs done yet?"

Yes, they were almost burnt to the pan. Thena smiled, turning off the heat for him, "I believe they are. Bring them to the plates at the table."

"Okay!"

Gil leaned closer to her as Jack did so with reckless abandon, swinging the hot pan around without a care in the world. "It's cute to watch you cook with him."

She tucked herself into his side, leaving his flipping hand free. "That is how I feel when I watch you in the kitchen."

"Aw, you're such a softie," he teased, giving her waist a pinch with one hand and flipping the first three pancakes with the other.

Thena purred against him, "he makes me soft."

"You were already soft," Gil argued in a whisper against her cheek.

"Hm," she humoured him, in quite a good mood from how happy Jack was. "I suppose if anyone were to know, it would be you."

Gil blushed faintly as she trailed her hand up his chest and to his chin to kiss him again.

"What's next?"

"The bird bacon," Thena declared, reaching for the next pan that needed their attention. The strips of processed meat were already laid out and heating slowly, just not sizzling yet.

Jack grimaced at the unpleasant name for it.

"Add a little bit of oil," Gil advised, watching even more closely than before. Jack reached for the bottle, "and I mean a little!"

Thena took the bottle gently from his smaller hand for herself, tipping out just enough for the strips of turkey bacon to actually fry and crisp at the edges. "Now we only need wait."

"That's right," Gil patted Jack's head. "We're almost done, if you want to see if your dads are up."

Jack fidgeted with his hands for a second before running off this time. He peeked up at Gil and then looked up at Thena, "thank you for helping me."

Thena leaned right over, kissing his forehead in a rare display of affection. "You are most welcome, Jack."

"Hey, this was fun," Gil laughed in a much more jovial acceptance of Jack's thanks. He gave Thena's waist a squeeze, "I'm havin' a great time."

"Indeed," she murmured, not totally obliging him with Jack watching. She nodded her head in the direction of the hallway, "fetch your fathers. We shall finish the cooking."

"Thanks Aunt Thena!"

Gil snorted at the sound of Jack's thunderous footsteps filling the house. If Phastos and Ben had been asleep, they weren't anymore just from that.

"Berries?"

"How could I forget?" Gil chuckled, grabbing a few frozen raspberries from a bowl beside the stove. He dotted one with them, and one with blueberries. "Not my darling wife."

"Hm," she humoured him again, leaning in to kiss him more slowly. He savoured the longer affection from her, their lips meeting gently. She smiled against his lips, "you are father to a brood of lizards back home."

Gil both laughed and sighed in one sound. "They're all mamas boys, I'm pretty sure."

"Still," she kissed him again. "Phastos and Ben shall enjoy what Jack has done for them. And I will provide you with celebration later."

Gil raised his eyebrows. Thena just pursed her lips at him again, promising their continuation once in their guest room again. And again, he blushed, "oh."

She really was in a good mood.

#Jack and Thenamesh #for father's day! #Jack certainly would have his hands full with this one #I think he's done small things for them before #he brings toast to them in bed and stuff #that kind of thing #it's either burnt or underdone #there's sliced banana #for Ben #Phastos hates bananas #but this year he has help! #he asked Thena if she thought Uncle Gil could help him #and she said they both would #Jack and Phastos and Ben get all snuggled up and eat breakfast together #Gil hand feeds Thena berry pancakes in the disaster of a kitchen #happy Father's day to whom it applies

[thegrazingblacksheep]

The Ivor Davies - Canton, Cardiff

Oh Ivor Davies, bless you. 

First impressions. Canton, Cardiff. Because it is a Whetherspoon, it brings the usual standard: colourful slot machines, difficult carpet patterns, loads of leaflets on the tables, order-via-the-app, beautiful floral plates and the loo somewhere upstairs. This particular one is quite close to my business, so ended up here for a daytime meal with some colleagues. We didn't know what we want, was completely a random choice.

Hygenie. Generally it is okay. Maybe the interior is a little bit tired, but can't really complain about anything standing out, really. Two of my main pet hates are finding the tables either dampish, stinkingof some sanitiser or cleaning liquid - remindig me to my old highschool where they used water and bleach... The whole place stank of that, can you imagine? - either sticky. But our table and cutlery were completely fine. 

Service. I personally love the order-via-app system, because it is good for both sides, really. Good for the bar people because they don't have to put up with my horrible accent; and good for me, because I don't want to put up with them putting up with my accent. Win-win. 

This time though the app gave us an internal error when we tried to pay. We had an attempt with each payment method, but got the same error message. Turned out that we were idiot, because the particular credit/debit card was not activated before, so we had to go to the counter to submit our order. This went so quickly that I didn't have time to blink basically. The guy was as fast on the touch screen as a teen on mobile, messaging about something very important teen stuff, really.

And almost in 8-10 minutes we got our food. 

Quality. Pub. Carnivore / vegan / vegetarian options are all available, and this time all of us ordered a  real burger and a pint, except one who had a spicy - also real - chicken. As I am on the quest of finding a good mid-way quality burger because of previous and very different experiences in the UK, I am quite sceptical. 

Right. So I ordered a basic, general burger which didn't have any fancy codenames like "Tennessee", or Empire State, etc. What I got is a little bit undercooked patty in a bun and a leaf of lettuce. No onions, no tomato, no sauce. Got chips and a bit of salad as a side, and actually I should have put the salad in the burger. 

To be fair, I ate much worse before. This flavourless burger was still better than those ones which looks like, tastes like and smells like a piece of charcoal. Maybe if at least there would have been even a pale slice of tomato and onion, I wouldn't have said anything. 

The chips in Whetherspoon's are always a bit strange. The texture is very similar to polenta, a bit soggy inside, but seasoned well and still crispyish on the outside. It was not different in Ivor Davis either; the amount is quite decent, couldn't even finish it. 

My colleagues have tried Tennessee and Empire State burgers which were not looking bolder either. Maybe the only things I have seen different is: The Empire had bacon and the Epire State came with pickles. I got used to those kind of burgers which have at least:

14-15 cm diameter bun

Layers are visible, so the bun doesn't hide the little amount of content

Lettuce, tomato, onion, optional pickles

Patty not underdone / not soggy / edges not burnt or crispy / not soaking in fat

Sauce choices.

Well, the burger at Ivor was not like that, which is a shame. 

Summary. Does the job if nothing else is available.

Next day update: turned out that two of my colleagues felt quite sick after the food. One is suspicous about the burger patty, and the other one is about the sauce. They are well now, but maybe I wouldn't ever enter the place again. 

#cardiff #critique #dining #dish #flavouring #food #hamburger #hygene #ivor davies #newbie #pub #sauce #south wales #review

[butmakeitgayblog]

Lol ok phew I’m not the only one that has noticed. I appreciate your commitment to diversify their breakfast

Ooo a frittata and home fries. Can I ask who does the cooking? Or is it like a (gross but adorable) joint effort? Either way, looking forward to it and ya know, the events that lead to them sharing breakfast 😌

Oh no heeelllllaaa late answering this I'm so sorry 😬

I don't wanna like, spoil too much, but it depends on the morning, but for that it's just Lexa. Ya gotta remember these are both women who have spent the majority of their lives married. It comes naturally to both of them to be like... lil caregivers. The first time Lexa takes Clarke home to "sleep over" with her she's all bubbly and nervous because this is the first time she's had someone to make breakfast for in a few years. Getting that stupid thrill she hasn't felt since college, waking up next to a beautiful woman and everything feels new and full of possibilities but also a little naughty cuz Clarke's her student 😏

And ya know she's excited Clarke's getting her at her best, with years of cooking under her belt, cuz lord knows all poor Costia got back then was burnt toast and overly runny eggs. "How is everything either overdone or underdone? How do you manage this?" was the running soundtrack of their early mornings together

Not anymore mfs 😤

#anon #prof/stu au #teach me

[imaginationcemetary]

I'm enjoying what I've seen so far of your imagines and all that! Can I ask where some or all the boys you first listed would take someone on a first date who's shy and quiet, who might not like to talk very much?

Awww sure, this is such a cute ask! I’ll give a quick answer for all most of the skellie boys. (I worked for seven days straight and lost my progress on this twice. I was starting to feel a bit demoralized and stopped after the main group.) Feel free to send in another ask if anyone you want to see isn’t on the list!

Tale (Undertale Sans):

Tale is a great guy to go on a first date with when you’re the quiet shy, type. He’ll suggest a simple stay at home take out and movie night if you want it to just be the two of you. If you’d rather go out, he’ll take you somewhere you’re both comfortable at and enjoy eating; so, probably Grillby’s. Either way, he’s going to spend the whole night telling you jokes just to hear you giggle. He won’t care that you don’t talk much, but he will do his best to make sure you’re comfortable and having a good time. If you do go out together somewhere, he won’t mind drawing the spotlight away from you if you start getting nervous talking to a waiter/ess or some random passerby that makes comments directed at you.

Papaya (Undertale Papyrus):

Papaya would be the type to insist you come over for a first date, stating that home is the most comfortable place to get to know someone. He would make the two of you something home made to share, though it would be safer for you to offer to help him cook it under the guise of bonding, unless you like burnt or underdone food. He worries that you don’t talk a lot during the date, but when he realizes that you’re just shy and not having a bad time, he’ll be glad to do most of the talking, telling you stories and hoping that sharing things about himself will encourage you to do the same.

Fell (Underfell Sans):

Fell is the type to take his date to the bar. He hopes a few drinks will make his shy date open up a bit and act more confident with him. He’ll be at odds with himself if they aren’t a drinker, trying to find ways to get them more comfortable talking to him. He’ll probably tease them a lot for being so shy and flustered and likely won’t stop unless his date tells him to knock it off or he sees it’s bothering them more than it’s flustering them.

Bamf (Underfell Papyrus):

Bamf will either be a total gentleman and cook you a homemade lasagna with a glass of wine, beware vinegar or glass shards in your pasta, or he will take you out to a nice restaurant with a low key atmosphere. Either way, soft piano music will be playing in the background and he will take the opportunity to tell you stories about himself until feel comfortable having a two sided conversation. If you have the homemade dinner, he may even be the one playing the piano for you!

Blueberry (Underswap Sans)

Blue gets so excited planning the perfect first date with you that he forgets to factor in how shy you are. He’ll take you to his favorite cafe where coincidentally just so happens to be open mike poetry night. He will one hundred percent get up on stage and read you something and then hope to encourage you to be brave enough to get up on stage and recite something too. He won’t be disappointed if you don’t though, he just hopes that seeing everyone taking a shot and opening themselves up to total strangers will help you feel comfortable doing the same with him.

Marmalade (Underswap Papyrus):

Marm will take you somewhere nice and relaxed, like the park or a garden walk. It’ll be nice and quiet and the two of you can walk together just enjoying the sights. He’ll let his arm hang down at his side, hand brushing against yours in case you ever feel like holding it and point out some neat things you might have missed if you weren’t paying attention. If you go to the park, the two of you will feed ducks together and he might fall asleep in the grass pointing out cloud shapes for you. If you go to the garden, you might wind up with a flower tucked behind your ear when he tells you his favorite kind of flower is a ‘wallflower’ as a joke. A surprise picnic basket may be involved at some point.

Blackberry (Swapfell Purple Sans):

Berry will take his shy date to one of those combination cafe book stores, and he will walk around with them perusing the books, quietly making conversation with them. He’ll pick out a book and have his date do the same, and then they’ll order lunch together and read quietly while they wait for their food. When it comes time to eat, he’ll ask questions about his date’s book until they’re talking so animatedly about it that they forget to be shy with him, and then he’ll move the conversation on to learning more about them. He’s also definitely the kind of person to ask his date out with a handwritten letter.

Syrup (Swapfell Purple Papyrus):

Syrup is going to drag you to Endgame, no ifs ands or buts. It’s a gaming bar. It has almost every console you can imagine free for play, and it serves drinks and food. It’s basically paradise for him. He’s so fucking bad at dating and romance, but he figures he can make a bet with you; for every game he beats you at, you have to tell him something about yourself and vice versa. Either way he wins. He keeps beating you? He gets to learn all he wants about you. You beat him? He gets a date who can keep up with him and he’ll be more eager to beat you or swap to a coop game.

Razzberry (Swapfell RedSans):

If you’re the quiet shy type, Razz will bring you somewhere more activity focused than conversation focused, like the mall, or the arcade, or bowling, or a movie theater. That way the two of you will have something to focus on rather than try to fill the silence unnaturally.

Rust (Swapfell Red Papyrus):

It depends what you’re interested in, but if you let him choose, Rus is going to take you for a ride on his motorcycle to a bar with live music, and then he’ll take you out for a quiet night of stargazing cuddled up on a blanket together. There will never be a point in time you feel like you have to do or say more than you’re comfortable with and he’ll be down for whatever you’re open to suggesting to make you more comfortable. He’s all about enjoying the moments as they come, so you might find your quietness helps you notice and appreciate them more too.

#first dates #shy/quiet s/o #Tale #undertale sans #Papaya #undertale papyrus #Fell #underfell sans #Underfell Papyrus #Bamf #Blueberry #Blue #underswap sans #Marmalade #underswap papyrus #Blackberry #Berry #swapfell purple sans #Syrup #swapfell purple papyrus #Razzberry #Razz #swapfell red Sans #Rust #Rus #swapfell red papyrus #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell purple

[theatrebooknerd56]

Yeah sex is great but,

have you ever eaten a toaster strudel that got perfectly cooked, its completly warm and none of it is cold or underdone but its not burnt either

#ace

[blind-radio-waves]

I have killed countless marshmallows. They're either charred to hell and back or underdone. I was asked to make a gold brown one and it melted off the stick. One was burnt so bad that it wasn't recognized as a marshmallow anymore. I should not be trusted. Also I got to set off fireworks on my own which is also a horrid idea

I feel like you just... shouldn’t be trusted with fire. That’s what I’m getting from that. 

#the host #the host markiplier #the host ask blog #hostiplier

[autumnsnuggling]

Congrats!!! 😍🎉 Sooo how about your hc about romione and summer?

HEYYYY!!!! THANK YOU!!!! I am SOO HAPPY that you asked me for this! This jumped into my head as soon as I started thinking about it and I just couldn’t bring myself to try and think about anything else. I hope you like it! I LOVED writing it! I feel like it’s a bit Ron-centric, but hey, you love him so, oh well! Anyway, here you go!

Both Ron and Hermione love summer

As we all know, Ron is the king of food, having been raised by feed-the-four-thousand-in-30-minutes Molly Weasley

And he takes his role in the kitchen seriously

Well, in summer time, he gets to cook some of his favourite dishes

It all started after the war, when everyone was doing up Grimmauld Place with Harry

After a particularly gruelling cleaning session, Ron was taking a breather in the garden, where he stumbled across an old metal thing

After casting various spells to establish there was no lingering dark magic, he finally took a closer look

That was how Hermione found him, bent double, head almost fully in this weird thing, trying to establish its purpose, not that he noticed her at first

So engrossed was he in inspecting it, Hermione’s voice had him hitting his head on the lid of the contraption, much to Harry’s amusement, who was stood behind his girlfriend

Fighting a smile at her boyfriend rubbing his head, Hermione explained that what Ron had stumbled across was not a weird, antique dark magic, pureblood artefact, but rather, a very muggle device

A BBQ.

As Hermione proceeded to carefully explain what the function was, why people had them, and what food could be cooked on one, Ron had stared in wonder and got more and more excited

Whilst everyone else went back to work, he stayed in the garden, scrubbing vigorously, determined to restore it to glory

See, cooking is fun, and he would never insult it

BUT

Cooking in the summer was a chore. It was so hot, and sweaty, and disgusting

This BBQ was potentially the answer to all of his issues

Finally, after a lot of elbow grease, and a smidge of research (at the sight of which Hermione almost fainted, having never seen Ron voluntarily pick up a book in her life), that night, they all celebrated the end of a hard day’s work with their first ever BBQ.

It was small, plain, and each piece of food was either slightly underdone or burnt to a crisp, with no in between

But it was food

But Ron wasn’t done. As soon as they got home, he made sure Hermione ordered one for them, and for an entire summer he practiced, almost every day, following different recipes, trying different coals and tinder combinations, spices, and more, until finally, he’d mastered the art of BBQing

Everyone expected Hermione to be rolling her eyes and scolding Ron for his obsession, but unbeknownst to them, this was something that Hermione had always wanted

She’d always smelled BBQ’s from the neighbour’s houses, but hadn’t been friends with any of the children, and her parents hadn’t had their own BBQ, so she had often missed out on enjoying the popular summer meal

Now, she had an amazing partner, fantastic meals, and friends to share it withEvery summer after that, Ron and Hermione made sure that every possible meal was a BBQ meal

They BBQ’d alone, when it was just them, enjoying the slow setting sun in their garden, lounging on the patio after a long day working on legislation for Hermione, or a hard day at the shop for Ron

Or with their friends and family whenever they were free, whether all as a big group, or individually, when they wanted to double date or just unwind from life

It didn’t matter - no matter how frazzled Hermione was, how engrossed into work she got, or how difficult Ron had found the day, when the BBQ started, they both immediately started to unwind, leaving their stress behind, dwelling in each other’s company, reminding each other there was more to life, and things really would be okay

The best bit though, was that as years went on, and Molly needed more time sitting at the table rather than standing in the kitchen, Ron took over as the main food provider for the family

And slowly, little Granger-Weasley’s appeared, joining the already large family gatherings, and small, snug, family sessions when it was just them

A few summers after little Rosie joined the family, Ron discovered another joy of parenting as he fired up the barbie, basked in the sun, and revelled in the sizzle of sausages on the grill and squeals from Rosie as she ran around the garden, her mother close behind, chasing her with sparks of magic, bubbles, and butterflies

It was always brilliant fun suddenly sprinting away from the BBQ when he was able, surprising both his girls, scooping them up in his arms and showering them with kisses and tickles until both of them were begging for him to stop

And when Hugo joined, Ron found himself ducking and diving as the little tyke tried to dive bomb him on his little broomstick

It was almost worse than whenever George brought his kids over, and they were tricksters through and through!No matter how busy their schedule was, or how tired they were from parenting, Ron and Hermione always made time to BBQ

Hermione adored seeing her man take charge, getting into his zone at the grill, a grin permanently on his face

And the reminder that there was more to life than work was always much appreciated

Summer time was a time for freedom. For love. For family.And BBQ’s were a central part of that

They loved every second, and barely a minute went by that wasn’t filled with true, honest, joyful laughter

I hope you enjoyed! I loved writing it! Also, for all the future times you yell at me about my angst, remember that I have you Romione Fluff!!! So there!!! :P

#romione #headcannon #summer #mywriting #loved this #thanks my lazy orange blossom #fluff #300 followers #autumnsnugglingwrites

[so--many-fandoms]

Enhanced Senses - Taste

There’s a real thing called being a supertaster, which is when a person has more taste buds then normal, resulting in being more sensitive to tastes in general (and especially bitter tastes apparently, which does fit with my experience).

Now, there are a lot of characters out there who are described as having enhanced senses, and while most writing/discussion/etc focuses on the effects on their sense of small, hearing, and/or sight, most of these characters are also at some point said to have enhanced taste (and even if it’s not explicitly stated, the strong link between smell and taste means that an enhancement on either sense likely strengthens the other as well). While these characters’ sense of taste is almost definitely much stronger in comparison to the baseline than a supertaster’s, they’d have more taste experiences in common with the characters than most people, and the characters would probably experience the same things but to a more exaggerated degree. As a supertaster myself (though I don’t like the term because it makes it sound like a super power and honestly it’s useless except for making me a really picky eater), there are some things I see often in fics of these characters that really bug me as incorrect. Here’s a list of some common things to consider (based off my own experiences, though feel free to add on your own thoughts) if you’re writing a character with stronger-than-the-average-human smell/taste:

Chocolate: this is a big one. Chocolate is really bitter, guys. “Oh, you mean dark chocolate?” No. All chocolate, though dark chocolate is worse than most. Every single type of chocolate I’ve tried, which is more or less all of them, has been far more bitter than anything else, except for white chocolate which is barely even chocolate at all and is too cloyingly sweet to eat more than a few small bites at a time. Your character will not enjoy anything chocolate or chocolate-flavored, and even if they somehow do, they won’t think it tastes warm and sweet or whatever most people think it tastes like.

Coffee: how the fuck anyone can stand to drink it long enough to ‘acquire the taste’ or whatever, I will never understand. It’s a terrible blend of pure bitterness and what I imagine dark dirt tastes like. Even the scent is miserable. No amount of milk, sugar, or other flavoring can hide the bitter. If I need caffeine, a very strong black tea is generally the best option, although if it oversteeps it can also get very bitter very quickly.

Smoke & burning: smoke is not a good flavor in food when you can taste it as strongly as I can. Barbecue is gross, flame grilled burgers are okay once I drown them in condiments and cheese so the meat is less edible, and wood oven pizzas are fairly intolerable. Similarly, anything “charred” or blackened just tastes burnt, and I’m generally a lot more sensitive to over cooking than most people. Underdone is far preferable to overdone. Anything cooked past “medium” is inedible and “medium-rare” is typically preferable.

Complexity: as a general rule, complex dishes with a lot of flavors and components are going to be overwhelming. One of the reasons kids menus have simpler/plainer options is because the older you get, the more your taste buds die (you know how old people like really spicy food sometimes?); feeding your enhanced-senses character is kind of like feeding a kid, in this way.

Flavors are clingy: food absorbs the flavors touching it. If you give me chocolate covered strawberries, it doesn’t matter if we wipe off all the chocolate and the strawberry looks good as new; I’ll still be able to taste the chocolate on it. Also, as I said before, scent and flavor are pretty tied up in eachother, so if food was stored/prepared in a room with anything particularly pungent (food or otherwise), the character can almost definitely taste those things in their food.

This definitely isn’t a complete list, but I don’t want to make this post any longer until I figure out how to make reading cuts. Also I might be wrong about some things because I’m really not an expert and this is mostly based on my own experiences, but I hope this can be a little helpful to someone.

#and of course its perfectly fine to ignore all of this #im not here to judge anyone’s headcannons or interpretations #at least not out loud #but if you want to use any of this to make a fic or something more realistic #if you can call superpowers/magic/whatever realistic #most people probably dont really know/think about this #so i hope it can be helpful #im just gonna tag all of the related fandoms and characters i can think of #mcu #marvel #spiderman #peter parker #super senses #i know there are more superheroes this applies to but i cant think of them #the witcher #geralt of rivia #witchers #thats what i was reading that made me think of this #although im not sure how much of this stuff even exists in that universe #so it probably doesn’t really apply but oh well #im ashamed i cant think of any more but im tired

[redefinedcool]

Churros with Chocolate Sauce

Equipment

1 cloth pastry bag or heavy-duty plastic pastry bag 1 large open star pastry tip such as Wilton #2110/1M

Ingredients  1/3 cup granulated sugar 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon 1 cup all-purpose flour 1 tablespoon granulated sugar 1/2 teaspoon baking powder 1/4 teaspoon salt 1 tablespoon Vegetable oil 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract 1 cup boiled water (stove or microwave) 3 cups+ vegetable oil for frying 4 oz. dark baking chocolate chopped 1/2 cup heavy cream

Instructions

Coating Whisk together cinnamon and sugar in a long, shallow dish, set aside. Line a plate with paper towels, set aside.

Churros Whisk flour, 1 tablespoon sugar, baking powder and salt in a medium bowl. Add vanilla, oil and water and mix with a spatula just until combined - don't overmix. It will be wet, thick and sticky. Transfer dough into a pastry bag fitted with a large open star tip. Add oil so it is 3-4 inches deep in a large deep sided skillet. Heat over medium heat to 350 degrees F. You may need to turn oil down to LOW if your stove runs hot (I heated my stove on medium then cooked on low). Working in batches of three, pipe 4-6" lengths of dough into the hot oil, snipping with scissors at the end to release dough into the oil. Fry churros until golden, rotating a few times so the churros cook evenly. Transfer churros to prepared paper-towel lined plate briefly to dab excess oil then immediately transfer to cinnamon and sugar and roll until evenly coated. Repeat with the remaining dough. Serve churros hot with Chocolate Sauce (recipe to follow).

Chocolate Sauce When ready to serve churros, make Chocolate Sauce. Add heavy cream to a microwave safe bowl and microwave 60-90 seconds or until very hot. Add chopped chocolate and press to immerse in chocolate. Let sit one minute then whisk until smooth.

RECIPE NOTES If you can't find the Wilton 1M, you can use any large tip such as the larger Ateco #826.  If you only have smaller tips, you can use those just be aware your churros will cook very quickly and be more crispy.  You can also roll your dough into thin strips if you don’t have piping bag/tips but smooth churros tend to flatten when frying and they will be more dense and chewy. It is important to use a cloth or heavy-duty plastic pastry bag because regular plastic bags will split from the heat and the pressure. If your dough is runny, you may need to add more flour.  This could be the case in more tropical areas. I use a deep sided skillet so its easy to snip the churro dough, otherwise if you use a large pan like a Dutch oven, you are snipping too high and the churro dough will fall into the oil and splatter. When snipping the churro dough into the oil, snip it away from you and stand back to avoid any hot oil splatters. If you churro dough is curved while cooking in the oil, you can use tongs to gently straighten it. Only fry 3 at a time because cooing too many at a time lowers the oil temperature. Take care you roll the churros in cinnamon and sugar immediately after dabbing off the oil otherwise the coating will not stick. Make the chocolate sauce while the last batch of churros are frying or just after the last batch is completed because the chocolate sauce will thicken as it cools.  If it does thicken, you can stir in ½ teaspoon vegetable oil and heat for 10 seconds, whisk and heat again if needed. I would recommend doubling the recipe for anyone wanting to serve more than 2-3 people as thy are ADDICTING and go down super easy. TEXTURE PROBLEM SOLVING When in doubt – turn down the temperature of your oil!  Most problems are caused by the oil being too hot.  The churros will cook more evenly with just the right temperature oil. Slow and steady and you’ll get a perfect golden color and a churro cooked through.  Here are some problem solving tips: If your dough is raw/underdone on the inside but your churro is done on the outside, you need to lower your oil temperature because the outside of the churro is cooking faster than the inside and giving you the impression that it’s done. If our churro is chewier than you would like, you need to cook them longer so the outside is crispier.  If cooking them longer will produce a burnt outside then you need to lower your oil temperature. If your churro is brittle, you may have overworked your dough or the churro is overcooked.  You either need to cook your churros for less time, just until it’s golden or lower your oil temperature.

#recipe #churros #sweet #food #nom nom #dessert #recipes #things to do #chocolate

[kevinthompsons]

18.) Is your character a good cook? What’s their favourite recipe, whether they’re good or not? (Microwave mac-and-cheese applies.)

Kilgrave can’t cook. It’s as simple as that. I often joke that he can’t even boil an egg, but honestly, he has the cooking knowledge of a small child. He can put toast in a toaster, and even then he probably burns it.

For a short while, after his parents abandoned him, Kevin did actually have to fend for himself (as I wrote about here: “His parents mostly bought food that would go off quickly – fruit and veg – and he’d eaten that first. He’d tried to cook the whole frozen chicken, but it had been pink in the middle, and he’d thrown up for days afterwards. [...] But now he’s out of tins and frozen stuff.”) He was 10 years at the time, and the extent of his cooking knowledge ends there. He hadn’t actually prepared a meal for himself in his entire life, until his parents left. They cooked whatever he told them to, or simply took him out for dinner.

So, he can probably microwave ready meals and tins of food at a push, but everything he tried to make in the oven was either underdone or burnt. And that was the last time he cooked for himself. When he left his house, forced out by a lack of food, he got every family he lived with to cook for him, or simply ate the food they were preparing, if he happened to arrive mid-meal. And ever since then, he’s been stealing the food from family’s tables, eating room service and going to fancy restaurants. His culinary skills haven’t grown since that short period when he had to look after himself.

That being said, he has a self-admitted “particular palate”. Being a spoilt brat, just because he can’t prepare food himself doesn’t mean he isn’t a very picky eater. He’s only ever eaten at the best restaurants, the most expensive hotels, and even the houses he’s lived in have been rich and classy places, where the standard of cuisine is very high.

Kilgrave has always loved Italian food. His favourite recipe is Pasta Amatriciana (which I’ve never had, but it sounds pretty similar to Spaghetti Bolognese) because, when he was a child, before he got his powers, for a treat, his parents used to take him out for Italian. He’s blocked a lot of memories from that time, and he wouldn’t even know that’s where his love of Italian food comes from, but there it is.

#answered meme #30 days of character building

[reesewestonarchive]

Okay! I gotta ask all the questions everywhere! We know Nakoa can't cook for shit, bless his soul, but can Ryan?

nakoa actually can cook! you wouldn’t know from the scene I shared, but my boy’s dealing with a lot in that scene, gets distracted dancing, and burns bacon

(also, bacon sucks to cook. I hate bacon but it’s either burnt or underdone, in my experience, so nakoa burning bacon? yeah)

anyway, yeah, nakoa’s definitely the one that keeps them fed, haha. he doesn’t get a lot of time to do much of anything besides work, sleep, and hang out with ryan ;) but when things calm down, he gets more into it

also, ryan can’t cook for shit. he burns oatmeal in the microwave, he opens poptarts and they’re undercooked. mug cakes? crack the mug. he will fuck up baking soda and baking powder, salt and sugar, paprika and chili powder. nakoa sees him trying to boil water and shoos him out of the kitchen.

#ryan's not allowed in the kitchen #infinitelyblankpage

[frommainetospain2020]

Is this an actual Spain-oriented blog post? (With some secondary baking blog thrown in, because look at who is writing this... Honestly...)

I’ll just out and say it. After experiencing bureaucracy from just a short-term residency perspective, I see where illegal immigrants are coming from. I’m not saying that I agree with it, I’m just saying that I get it...

You’ll recall last week that I talked about my T.I.E., or Tarjeta de Identidad de Extrañero (my residency card) has been a major pain in the ass. The documents are not THAT horrible. I’ve collected documents for processes like this numerous times before. I’ve applied for, and gotten two visas. I’ve filled out the mountain of study abroad paperwork for my first trip abroad. I’ve gotten a residency card (With the help of my program) in Italy. So I’m no stranger to paperwork. But the friggin’ appointments.... Boy let me tell you...

I mentioned this in my last blog post and honestly it bears mentioning again. Getting the appointment to get my TIE was awful. The website is notorious for not having appointments available. This is country-wide (or at least Madrid-wide, I’m not really sure about elsewhere tbh...). There are thousands of auxiliares (language assistants like myself) who are trying to make this appointment, and the Communidad de Madrid only puts a couple on at a time, and at completely random times.

In maneuvering the website, I got pretty good at entering my information. A lot of it was easily autofilled or found in a dropdown menu by typing a letter. Normally, if you were lucky enough to get an option for a location at the end of the process, you’d put in your email and phone number, and then get the dreaded “No Appointments Available” message.

Others in my program that got appointments before me, said that they spent 1-2 hours of free time just constantly reentering their information, eventually to get lucky and get an appointment. I tried that... Spent about an hour just reentering information and getting nowhere. The site has a CAPTCHA, which starts off as a simple “Check this box”, but after entering information as quickly as I did, it evolved into a “Click each picture that contains this thing”.

So that was a no-go. On Tuesday of last week, as you probably know from my previous blog post, I got my empadronamiento, which was the last document I needed for this appointment, aside from the appointment itself. After I had this document, I logged onto the TIE appointment website, and got an appointment. On the first try. It’s like they knew...

I said most of this in my last post, so I’m going to get to the point. I had the appointment yesterday. It was a dreary and rainy day. The police station where I had it done was quite a ways away, and I didn’t want to miss it, so I took an Uber. This was the second and third experiences with Uber that I’ve ever had, and I’m quite pleased tbh.

The first Uber drove what seemed like really fast. When I got to the police station, I wasn’t 100% sure where to go. I got in the line that led into a super long line past a security checkpoint. I was apparently in the correct place. I stood in this line, eventually went through the metal detector, and then got in the main line I had to wait in. This was confusing as well, because there was a tent, where the line looped around through. I figured it out eventually, but it took a second. This process gave me COVID test vibes from the 5 hour line that I stood in at the end of September. However, this line moved much faster.

When I was towards the front of the line, I saw a couple of people that had the same CIEE folder that I did. They proceeded to go into the wrong line. I sent a message to our group chat saying which line to get into, and the girls that were in the wrong line came to my line, and waved to me.

When I was towards the front, it was already about 20 minutes past my appointment time, so I was freaking out a little bit, but it was fine. I was let into the office, and eventually sat down with an officer. I handed him my stack of documents. He took what he needed and handed the rest to me. I knew I had to be fingerprinted, but he only took the fingerprints of my pointer fingers on both hands. So that was strange. He had me take a paper to a different cubicle, and the other guy said I was all set, and to make an appointment to get my TIE in about a month.

When I left the police station, the line for the metal detector was super long, so I wanted to get as far away from this mess as I could. Before I summoned my Uber, I went to a place that was more suitable for an Uber pickup. I got picked up and got driven back to my apartment.

Also, one of my original roommates moved out, because her classes went online and she went to live with her dad. Our new roommate is nice. She’s an older lady from Colombia. There’s more of a language barrier, because she doesn’t speak English, but I’m adapting fairly well. She also convinced our landlords that our fridge is too small, so we’re theoretically getting a new one that is bigger, which is nice.

So, let’s get to the baking part shall we? On November 2nd, I made Pan de Muertos (Bread of the Dead) for Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead). The results were.... interesting...

The design is supposed to look like bones. This is what the video’s bread looked like, so I at least did that correctly. Knowing the unpredictability of my oven, you can probably guess my problem by looking at the picture. The bread under the designed part didn’t cook. At least at first...

This is the recipe I followed if you are so inclined:

The bread dough was actually quite nice when it came together. It wasn’t tremendously sticky. It didn’t rise as much as it should have either though. The video didn’t show any kneading, so I’m wondering if that would have changed the consistency of the dough and helped it to rise.

I haven’t used orange zest with anything before, so that was a new experience. If I ever attempt Italian Cornetti, that’s definitely a good skill to know. I didn’t actually have an orange, so my roommate let me have a mandarin.

The bread ended up rather doughy and underdone. I ended up putting it back in after the above picture to cook more. The top got darker than I wanted it to, but the rest just wasn’t done. The end result wasn’t HORRIBLE, but it wasn’t great either...

I also got a new mattress. My original mattress was super uncomfortable, and you could constantly feel the springs pressing on you. I told my landlords, and they full-on bought me a new mattress. The reason I’m mentioning this is because when they came to switch them out, my landlord told me that I was using an overly powerful setting on the oven. Since my landlords actually lived here at one point, I figure they know the intricacies of this oven better than I do.

So today, I made brownies. I used the setting recommended by my landlord. It turned out MOSTLY alright. It burned a little, but that’s due to a number of factors. I’ve determined that for each thing that I’ve baked while abroad, the first attempt at any given project is bound to be a disaster. And honestly, this wasn’t much of an exception. Since I usually cooked on the initial setting that I used, and was using the different normalized setting, it was a different vibe. Since it didn’t cook as fast and seemed to be on par with what it should’ve been, I wanted to cook it for the full amount of time, 30 minutes. It isn’t the worst results I’ve had with this oven. It is a bit more burned than I initially thought when I posted it on Facebook, but the inside is gooey and what it’s supposed to be, so meh.... It’ll go better next time...

Also, I scraped the burnt crumbly part on top off, in order to make it look less burnt. It kind of helped, but was still burned. Most of this was user error on my part, and getting used to the proper oven setting. But hey, you live and you learn...

This was the video I followed for the brownies: 

So yeah, I’m on the way to short-term Spanish residency, and figuring out how to work this infernal oven...

[lurkerdelima]

116! Silver is the worst cook in the world

116. “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

I hope this is okay, anon! I ended up setting this in the same universe as ‘hold on you,’ my modern AU where Silver and Flint are both professional bull riders (it’s on my AO3, WeeBeastie). I couldn’t really make the wording of the prompt jive with a canon-typical scene in my mind, so I kinda cheated and made it modern.

Turns out Silver can’t cook in this universe either. ;)

Flint was rummaging around the kitchen of his house (that he now shared with one young punk cowboy named John Silver, by some strange and wonderful twist of fate), looking for something to make for dinner, when Silver himself sauntered in and got right in Flint’s way, positioning his body directly between Flint and the refrigerator.

“Hi there,” Flint drawled, amused. “Help you with somethin’?” he asked.

“You can help me by getting yourself a beer and parking your old self on the couch,” Silver said with a teasing smile. “I’m gonna make you something to eat.”

Flint looked at him skeptically. “Do you…know how to cook?” he asked. He’d yet to see Silver make so much as a piece of toast for himself. He made an admittedly decent pot of coffee, but otherwise Flint had no experience at all with Silver’s cooking.

“I happen to be an excellent cook,” Silver said. He kissed Flint on the cheek, then turned and opened the fridge. He handed Flint a beer and patted his hip affectionately. “Go on, get out of here. Let me do this.”

“Alright,” Flint said, still not convinced.

So began a week of some of the worst cooking Flint had ever had the misfortune to experience. After the first night, he wrote it off as a fluke, and told himself that Silver was probably a decent enough cook, he’d just had a bad night.

But then dinner that next night was even worse, somehow. It was both over-seasoned and burnt, and while Flint appreciated the effort Silver had gone to, he was beginning to doubt the whole ‘excellent cook’ claim.

The third night’s dinner - pork, underdone instead of burnt - gave him some kind of food poisoning, which Flint had never had the misfortune to experience from home cooking before. He would’ve been almost impressed, if he wasn’t so busy trying not to die a disgusting death.

By the end of the week, Flint had more than had enough. Silver’s cooking hadn’t improved at all since the first night; if anything it had gotten worse. He had to find a gentle, loving way to tell Silver that his cooking was truly awful and he really shouldn’t do it anymore, ever again. He had to strongly discourage him from ever setting foot in the kitchen with nefarious intent again, but try not to break his earnest heart doing so.

Flint was sitting at the kitchen table that evening when Silver came in looking determined. Flint caught him by the wrist and gently tugged him down into his lap before Silver could get any culinary ideas.

“Baby, listen,” Flint began, tucking Silver’s hair behind his sweet little ear. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I need to tell you something.” He took a deep breath, looking into Silver’s eyes. “I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.” He cringed a little, because that– had come out a bit harsher than he’d intended.

Silver looked at him for a long moment, then laughed. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “I’m not actually an excellent cook, I don’t know why I told you that. I just thought it would be easy enough to pretend to be one, I guess. I felt bad that you were doing all the cooking and I wanted to help you out,” he said. “Sorry again for poisoning you. I’m aware I suck at cooking, and I actually kinda hate it. You can do all of it.”

“You can help me out by doing the dishes, and never cooking anything for me again,” Flint said, taking Silver’s hand and kissing it. “How’d you survive this long being so terrible at cooking, punk?”

“I do know how to work a microwave,” Silver joked, then leaned in and kissed Flint, slow and sweet. “At least I’m good at kissing you,” he purred when he pulled back.

“Hallelujah for that,” Flint agreed, grinning up at him.

As it happened, they got so distracted by each other that night, they forgot to have dinner at all.

#prompt a lurker why not #prompt fills #silverflint #my fic #black sails fic #rodeo au

[unwritrecipes]

Salty Brown Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies with Toffee

Do we really need another chocolate chip cookie in our lives? If it’s these Salty Brown Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies with Toffee, the answer is a resounding YES! You are going to fall head over heels for every chewy, crunchy, salty, sweet, chocolate-y, toffee-filled bite!!

There are so many elements to these cookies that we have to talk about, but let’s start with the brown butter part because it’s probably the biggest factor here that sets these apart from ordinary chocolate chip cookies, at least in terms of the actual cookie part.

So what is brown butter? Basically it’s just melted butter that you sort of overcook until the milk solids separate and toast. Adding brown butter to sweet and savory foods, gives them a sort of nutty, caramelly flavor that can’t be beat or recreated any other way.

And it’s easy to make. At first, as you melt the butter, you’ll see it sputter and foam.

Then, as the foam starts to subside, you’ll see that the melted butter has changed from bright yellow to a dark yellowish, lightish brown color with little flecks of brown solids on the bottom of the saucepan. It takes just a few minutes. The only rule is not to walk away because it can go from perfectly browned to burnt in just a second or two and you’ll have to start all over again😂😂

Now let’s talk about our additions. First up— the chocolate. We’re using bittersweet. And there’s lots of it.

Next, we’re adding chunks of buttery, crunchy, sweet toffee which adds just the right contrast!

And rounding everything out, is the flaky sea salt. Now normally, I’m not the hugest fan of salt on sweet things—it’s gotten a tad too trendy and overused, but it totally works with these cookies. I made some without the salt on top too and I can honestly say I like the salty ones better!

And finally, as if you need any more convincing, it’s the texture of these cookies that are just insanely irresistible. If you slightly underbake them, the centers stay soft and chewy, while the edges are just the slightest bit crispy which means that with every bite, you not only get gooey chocolate, crunchy toffee, plus the surprise of a little flake of salt, but also the absolute perfect ying/yang of crispiness and chewiness.

Yep, sometimes life is perfect!

Salty Brown Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies with Toffee

Makes about 2 dozen

Prep Time: 15 minutes, plus 30 minutes for dough to rest; Bake Time: 9-11 minutes

Ingredients

1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter

2 cups unbleached, all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

¾ teaspoon kosher salt

1 cup dark brown sugar

⅓ cup granulated sugar

2 large eggs, room temperature

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

4 Heath or Skor bars, roughly chopped (if you’re using minis, it’s about 16)

1 ½ cup bittersweet chocolate chips

Flaky sea salt, like Maldon

The Recipe

1. Place butter in a medium heavyweight saucepan and cook over medium heat. Stir often. Do not walk away. You will start to see the butter change color from bright yellow to light brown and it will get foamy. When the foam starts to lessen, you’ll see the butter solids start to separate, toast and fall to the bottom. This should take around 5 minutes. Remove from the heat and transfer to the bowl of the electric mixer and let cool a bit.

2. Whisk the flour, baking soda and salt together in a medium bowl. Set aside.

3. Add both sugars to the browned butter and beat on medium speed for 1 minutes. Scrape down the sides with a rubber spatula and add the eggs and vanilla. Beat for about 30 seconds, until the mixture begins to get lighter and thickens. Add flour mixture and beat on low speed just to mix. Remove from mixer and fold in toffee pieces and chips. Let the dough sit for at least 30 minutes to rest. The dough will thicken as it sits.

4. Center rack in the middle of the oven and preheat to 375ºF. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper. Form ping-pong size balls of dough (or use a 1 ½ oz ice cream scooper) and place 12 balls of dough on the sheet, giving them at least 2 inches of room between each other. Sprinkle with the sea salt. (If you don’t want to bake the whole batch at once, I would form all of the dough into balls and let chill until firm enough to place into an airtight freezer bag. Don’t salt till you’re ready to bake. You could also leave them uncooked in the fridge for 2-3 days in an airtight container—either way, you might want to tack on a minute or two more of baking time.)

5. Bake cookies one sheet at a time for 9-11 minutes, until edges are brown and firm but centers are still soft. They will seem underdone but resist the temptation to overbake or you’ll wind up with crisp cookies that have no chew to them. Let cool on a wire rack for about 10 minutes—cookies firm up as they cool.

Enjoy!

Note: Recipe adapted from Bon Appetit Magazine. I added more toffee bars (of course)!

#Butter #Flour #Baking Soda #Kosher Salt #Dark Brown Sugar #Sugar #Eggs #Vanilla Extract #Toffee Bars #Bittersweet Chocolate Chips #Flaky Sea Salt