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blacklegsanjiii · 18 days

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LSL Week Day 3: Alternate Universe

Sanji has had complaints from his staff on all fronts about this guy who would come in and place giant orders and back everything up. He always paid and tipped well but according to them he wasn’t worth what he was doing to the rest of the dining room. Sanji decided he would personally take care of the guy from now on, he was already working seven days a week as the owner of All Blue, he’s done waiting, he done all the stations, dishwashing, he’s done it all; hell his old man ran Baratie so he knew how to handle problematic customers.

So when Perona comes out screaming that he is back and she’s threatening to quit, does Sanji remind her that he promised he would handle everything for the problem customer. Perona gives him the table number and Sanji shucks off his apron to head to the dining room to take the order. It’s some guy with black hair, an orange haired woman, and a guy with a long nose that looks vaguely familiar from his time at Baratie. There’s also Zoro who he doesn’t think remembers him from the one time he let Perona have a family dinner here on the house.

“Hello, I’m Sanji I’ll be taking care of you this evening, can I start you off with any drinks?” Sanji asks in his best waiter voice.

“You’re new, we haven’t had you before.” The woman grins at him.

“Usually we just come here to bother Perona and eat,” Black hair nods, “the food is really good though so I guess it’s okay.” Sanji smiles politely and makes a mental note that this is their last time in his restaurant and they will be banned after tonight. God willing he is not losing Perona even if her dad is richer than the heaven’s and the earth combined, she was much too good of a waitress to let go.

“Ah, yes. Perona is awfully busy tonight so I offered to take the table off her hands.” Sanji answers. Zoro huffs but orders a beer and the woman orders a wine as the other two just get water. As he’s getting the drinks and Perona passes by does he grab her lightly. “You didn’t mention your brother is here.”

“It’s his crew, I don’t know why they keep coming here, but Luffy, the problem customer, is a bottomless pit. Zoro doesn’t even remember you despite you talking to Mihawk for like two hours about wine.” Perona huffs. Names start clicking together in his memory of their conversations, Nami, Usopp, Luffy, and Zoro. The brother and friends that Perona wanted to strangle constantly.

“It’s their last night here.” Sanji grumbles as he puts his customer service facade back on heads back to the table. Placing the drinks on the table he looks at them all, “And to eat tonight?”

“I’ll have the seafood pasta.” Nami smiles at him as she sips her wine.

“New York, rare.” Zoro says.

“Pea risotto, please?” Usopp asks nervously, Sanji doesn’t get why. He’s not that threatening.

Then Luffy lists off like ten dishes for himself. Sanji nods and takes it all in stride as he thanks them for their order, rings it and goes to the kitchen. He’s had worse, he can do this. He’s had to do full lunch and dinner rushes basically by himself in the kitchen before he’s got this. He mutters to himself as he grabs a bottle of wine and drinks straight from the bottle as he starts cooking. He’s got this.

He’s got this.

Pudding comes to check on him as Perona thanks him and apologises but he waves them both off as Perona lines up trays so they can start taking it out. Sanji gets it now, he does. He’s smoking at least five full cigarettes after this. He deserves it and the bottle of wine he grabbed. He owns the damn place anyway.

They take the food out and Sanji asks if they can get them anything else but are waved off with thanks so Sanji goes to smoke as Perona hugs him once they’re safely behind the kitchen doors. When he gets through three cigarettes and a third of the bottle, or what was left of it, does he go check on the table again. Most of the plates are cleaned to his surprise. When he sets the bill down he smiles at them politely.

“I do have to ask you four to never return to All Blue. If you do you will be kicked out and possibly trespassed.” Sanji says with an even tone.

“What? Why?” Nami asks with wide eyes and Luffy looks like he’s about to cry. He does actually cry because the food is so good apparently. Usopp starts slinking into his chair as Zoro looks offended.

“If my staff keeps having to feed you I will have no staff.” Sanji explains. “Thank you for your patronage, truly, it does mean a lot, however I do have to take care of my staff. Have a good night, the host will take care of you.” Sanji says with a wave as he heads back to the kitchen.

When they finish shutting down in record time after they close, Perona and Sanji are out back sharing a different bottle of wine while Sanji smokes. There’s shadows at the end of the alley and cheers of ‘we found them’ which makes Perona groan. Sanji looks and sees the problem table approaching them.

“Are we really banned?” Luffy whines at him, pleading almost as the four of them approach.

“Unfortunately.” Sanji nods.

“But the food!” Luffy whines again which makes Sanji chuckle and dig the breast pocket of his chef jacket and give Luffy a card.

“Here, that’s my business card but it does have my personal cell number on there. I’m usually free in the mornings.” Sanji offers with a smile.

“Wow, this place is super snazzy to have a cook with business cards.” Zoro laughs with a roll of his eyes.

“Zoro, this is Sanji, ya know, the owner.” Perona growls as she drinks from the bottle and Zoro’s one eye widens. “I’m so telling Mihawk.” She mutters at him.

“So does this mean I can ask you on a date?” Luffy asks Sanji as he studies the card.

“Sure.” Sanji laughs. “Still banned though.”

“That’s okay!” Luffy smiles brightly at him, Perona finishes off the bottle as she leaves with a wave to him, taking the group with her. Sanji gets a text only a few minutes later that is just emojis of bacon and eggs.

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #straw hat luffy #lusan #sanlu #luffy x sanji #sanji x luffy #lusanlu week #lusanlu week 2024 #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #god usopp #op perona

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soufcakmistress · 9 months

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new love on the near northside

A/N: haters that ruin the fun will get blessed out and blocked! find someone else to play with, tysm :) this is for all the sydcarmy truthers like me who’ve been in a spiral for two years

Pairing: Sydney Adamu x Carmen Berzatto

“All right chefs, we need to fire four prime ribs, two lobster risottos, and four cream puffs!”

“Yes, Chef!”

“Marcus, 86 the mascarpone for the cherry tart on 20!”

“Heard, chef!”

“Okay I need to see hands!”

The waitstaff gingerly grab the plated dishes from the final station, while Carmy is gently yet firmly reminding them not to smudge the plates as they’re being taken to their respective tables. Dinner service is in an awesome groove right now and Syd is feeling confident tonight. She’s still riding on a high from the last food critic that visited from the Chicago Tribune, who raved over her braised short rib and orzo pasta. There are also other reasons for Syd’s good mood.

“Open your legs, Syd..”

Syd shudders, takes three deep breaths and continues to fire off orders from the expo. The Bear has been packed almost every single night for three weeks. They don’t have much of a waitlist yet, but word of mouth moves quickly in Chicago and the front of house are noticing some repeat customers already.

Carmy joined Syd at the expo, and she can still pick up the scent of his cologne even in the midst of garlic, heavy cream and raw seafood. If she even peeks at him, she’ll lose her train of thought, and that’s the last thing the team needs right now. After having to let go of Josh after his unfortunate episode, her sous Tina has been pulling double time, covering both stations like a champ. She makes a mental note to give her an unbelievable gift and some love this weekend. “How are we doing, Chef? We cool?”

His eyes are so crystal clear and she recollects how he stares through her when they….oh fuck. “Yes, Chef. Runners are getting everything out in a timely manner, and we are turning these tables around. You?”

“Carmy, Carmy, yes—oh!”

Carmy licks and bites his lips and smirks. “Yes Chef. You’re the captain of this ship.” He squeezes her shoulder and goes back to his station as their boucher, Daniela checks in with Carmy about the fat trimmings for their beef.

Fak, Richie and Sweeps were holding down the front since Nat is on maternity leave. Carmy keeps a wallet size photo of his brand new nephew at his station, looking occasionally with a smile. Forty five more minutes before dinner service is over and Syd can finally go puke out back. “Chefs, we’re almost in the clear! Let’s keep up the momentum and sense of urgency!”

“Yes, Chef!”

Every dish is gorgeous. So many painstaking hours reworking the menu. Chaos menu, thoughtful chaos menu, back to chaos menu again. Reviewing and poring over Carmy’s intricate drawings, all the late night sessions, so much money spent on ingredients—it was enough to make Syd’s head spin. Hence why, almost a month since The Bear opened she’s still subsisting on a diet of Tums and Pepto.

She’s eternally grateful for her partners. Nat and Cicero have saved all their asses more times than they can count. Cicero is a hard ass but he adores Carmy and Sugar and has grown to love Syd as well. And of course, the best chef she’s ever had the privilege of working beside is her executive chef, business partner, best friend and now lover.

“Look at you. You’re so wet baby. Fuck—”

They’ve managed to keep their love affair under wraps for this long. It’s a struggle not to be able to touch each other when they’re working. Tina and Marcus are too perceptive; they would be found out immediately. Still, Sydney feels like a giddy school girl whenever Carmy corners her in the office as they open the restaurant every morning—both of his hands by her sides keeping her close. He’s so incredibly sexy without even trying and she still gets shy sometimes. He has to pull her chin from her shoulder and make her look at him.

“Don’t run away from me. You know I won’t let you..” And those ocean blue eyes of his again….and his lips are feather light on top of hers. Her knees are ready to buckle and Carmy sensed as much, so he pulls her close to the hardness of his chest and stomach to keep her standing.

She loves how his stubble feels on her chin and cheeks, especially when he drags his mouth down her jaw and lightly sucks on her neck. “Carm, Carm, Carm, oh my god, don’t! If they see me with a hickey when I didn’t have one yesterday, how do I explain that?” Her face is hurting, she’s cheesing so hard.

One hand slides up her chef whites, slipping under her camisole and his agile fingers pinch her nipple while his tongue circles her earlobe. Syd’s learned that Carmy is insatiable. For someone to not be as experienced as he claims—his hands, lips, tongue…always seem to go exactly where she needs them to. “I can’t help it, Chef. You’re just so damn beautiful.”

Syd’s hands roam all over his thick biceps and eventually land in the bushy mess atop his head. Their tongues lave and suck on each other’s and their moans can’t be held back any longer. Carmy pulls her leg up to his hip while he grips her braids, until he hears Marcus and Sweeps come through the back door. They separate quickly and get themselves together. Lusty gazes linger between them and they’re both aching between their legs. Carmy is as red as a beet, and Syd’s lips are swollen from his kisses and nipping. “Right, thank you chef.” Syd walks out first awkwardly with wobbly legs that make Carmy chuckle.

Dinner service is over—the kitchen has been scrubbed down, trash taken out, perishables have been stocked away in the lowboys and walk-in, and the back of house staff has skated out. It’s just Carmen and Sydney, in their brand new restaurant. “I’m beat. You got all your stuff right?”

Syd has an overnight bag with everything she needs for a weekend with her babe. “Yes, I do! Are you..ready to go?” Carmy grabs the weekend bag along with her hand and they walk in tandem to his car.

Carmy has been seeing a therapist in addition to the Al-anon meetings and Sydney can tell a difference already. He’s slower to rant and rave and owns up to his mistakes. More eager to hear people out. She’s proud of him—he’s suffered through a lot to make it to this point. They eventually arrive to his apartment and a shower is the first order of business. Syd loves the water pressure at Carmy’s place and taking showers together has been great for their newfound intimacy. They undress each other, Syd pulls her braids up in a high bun, and they just hold each other under the steaming water. This is their time. Away from The Bear. Away from Chicago. Away from the many demands and decisions they’re forced to confront every single day.

Carmy washes her with her pink loofah that’s been made a permanent staple in his bathroom. This is all new to Syd; her heart blooms in her chest at these big feelings she’s experiencing. He’s gentle and doesn’t leave an inch of skin untouched. Syd washes his hair with his expensive shampoo and Carmy’s eyes close in ecstasy. They needed this tenderness. They deserved it.

All cleaned up and fresh, they mosey back to the kitchen for a late night meal. Habits are hard to break. “Spaghetti?” Carmy suggests.

“Yes oh my goodness. Butttt use bucatini instead. And all the cheese.” He smiles in agreement and pecks her on the lips and gets out all the ingredients they need. Julia Child is on in the background on a public access channel, as they converse about the restaurant and Carmy’s nephew and Sydney’s dad and Carmy’s dysfunctional family, the deep loss Syd still feels at the absence of her mom for most of her life. More tenderness.

Pasta is rolled out. Meat sauce is sautéed, seasoned and almost ready. The Shiraz is poured. Carmy can’t stop staring at her in his shirt and boxers. She’s so cute. The pasta boils and he watches her watching the program, fully enthralled. Everything is finally done; he plates everything in his unique Carmy way and Syd audibly orgasms at how the savory flavors meld together especially with the wine.

He grates more pecorino over the pasta and the lull in conversation is comfortable and warm. Not awkward and full of anxiety like with Donna….leaving him constantly overthinking and being afraid to speak. Sydney seemingly knows what he’s going to say before he does and that brings him comfort. They’re in crystal clear alignment on every way and he now knows a semblance of peace.

“Fuck. This is good.” Sydney is damn near scraping the plate, while Carmy is smiling the biggest she’d ever seen from him. They both love when the other eats their food. That sense of pride is undeniable.

“I’m glad you enjoyed, Chef. Anything for you.” He winks at her and she gets bashful and mumbled out that she’s going to take care of the dishes since he cooked. To his surprise, he’s a little more tipsy than he realized from the Shiraz. Carmy drains his glass and pours himself another, while checking Syd’s frame out. His boxers are screaming for relief and a little moan eeks out of him before he can stop it. Thankfully Syd isn’t aware of his moment of weakness.

Carmy swallows and wipes his lips and moseys behind his girlfriend. Kissing and nipping. “I’m almost done here, Carm..” Syd whines a bit at his ministrations and drops the plate into the soapy water.

“Yeah. Not fast enough for me..” Carmy turns her around and leaps with his tongue and mouth first. Her hands are dripping wet but she doesn’t waste a second grabbing his head of wild curls and taking what he has to give. Carmy grabs her legs to wrap them around his waist and Syd can periodically feel him thrust up into her mound, wailing for stimulation that only he can provide.

Their shared affection overpowers the television, and Carmy feels his way down the hallway with his baby in his arms. His love, that saved him in so many ways. He pulls his shirt off, she takes hers off. She takes his boxers off that she had on and she lays on his bed, naked as the day she was born. “Fuck me, Carmen.”

She held in her amusement because his entire neck and face was blood red with the pupils of his eyes blown out. Syd knows that he’s doing everything he can to stay contained, but he knows her better by now—she does what she wants. So she spreads her legs for him and twirls her clit in tandem with a brown nipple. Carmy’s about to explode.

He drops to his knees and explores her love below like it’s never been done before. “Sydney, why do you taste so good? Why do you do this to me..” She relishes in the fact that he’s potentially bruising her with the vice grip he has on her thighs, but yet she’s so afraid that she’s gonna squirt in his face if he keeps gently sucking her clit in and out of his lips like that. His manicured fingers enter her canal one after the other and prompt her to let go. “CARMYYYYYYY!”

His whole chest is drenched, and his eyes are shut tight, his deft fingers rubbing tight circles around her clit with a precision that only an executive chef named Carmen Anthony Berzatto could deliver. Sydney pushed his head away and she’s left trembling with watery eyes. “I-I—i didn’t know I could do that!”

Carmy just smirks and wipes his mouth and drops his pants. Syd still can’t get over him. He has even more tattoos that can’t be readily seen on a day to day basis, he is so cut and muscled and has a cock that should be cast in 24 karat gold. Don’t sleep on the short kings.

“Turn around.” His voice leaves no room for pushback, and she can barely raise up on her knees before he’s manhandling her. He’s learned that he loves doggy with Syd. With her ass high in the air, she is getting impatient as well and reaches behind her to line him up with her slit. Carmy catches his lip in his teeth as he pushes forward and they both groan out a “fuck” that only they could wholly grasp.

On the first stroke, he’s all the way in and Syd fees his sack grazing over her entrance. They’re both in a trance. Carmy has visions of Syd cooking, smiling, cumming, revolving in his mind as well as the score of the last White Sox home game so he doesn’t bust his load quick. Syd can’t get the thought of how intense and sweet he gazes at her. How he commands their team, how his talent speaks for itself, how fucking sexy his jawline is, how big his heart is. How lucky is she? To fall in love with her idol, mentor, boss….and to have him love her back.

The bed is beginning to bounce off the wall. Their volume increases as Syd can’t hold herself up anymore and they fall into collapsed doggy with their fingers interlocked. “I’m so glad you found me. I love you Syd, I love you, I fucking—fucking love you baby!” That set Sydney off for the most expansive and overwhelming orgasm of the night, taking her beau with her over the edge. Carmy’s sweaty forehead lays on Sydney’s right temple—both of them with tears in their eyes.

Carmy kissed every finger tip until their mouths met again, both letting their waterlogged eyes flow free. “I know. I love you too Carmy. We’re never alone.”

“We’re never alone.”

#soufcakmistress #carmy and sydney #carmy x syd #carmy x sydney #syd adamu #the bear fanfiction #the bear fx #syd x carmy #sydney x carmen #sydcarmy

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blushcoloreddreams · 2 months

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9 dishes for cold days that will heat your soul

Capeletti soup - a warm soup is perfect for cold days and capeletti is known for its simplicity, flavor and comforting sensation.

Polenta - There's nothing better than polenta with ragú or minced meat on a cold day, accompanied by good cheese.

Risotto a la milanese - a classic risotto from the Milan region, prepared with arborio rice, saffron, meat broth, onion, butter and parmesan cheese, it is delicious!

Pumpkin cream soup - Pumpkin is a very tasty option for making creamy soups. This dish is even better with shredded chicken, croutons and gorgonzola!

Stuffed pasta - a tortéi or ravioli with tomato sauce and cheese could be the solution to accompany a ragú and make a perfect dinner!

Fondue - It is a popular option in the winter of the Rio Grande do Sul mountains. The melted cheese with the various side dishes, meats, followed by a beautiful dessert... makes it the perfect experience to enjoy with friends and family.

Pot roast - the cooking method leaves it soft, juicy and full of flavor; The juices and seasonings mix together to create a rich, flavorful sauce. It goes perfectly with a purée and potatoes go very well with the meat sauce.

Lasagna - an iconic dish of Italian cuisine, made with layers of pasta, Bolognese meat sauce, cheese and béchamel sauce. It is surprisingly good accompanied by a beautiful wine.

Hot chocolate - Although it's not exactly a dish, hot chocolate is a popular drink, a cozy dessert, enjoyed all over the world and especially in cold weather... it's a treat to savor and make a simple moment special!

since your mouth is watering when you see this content now… 😋

In this winter chill… all we want for ourselves and our loved ones is that food that warms, welcomes and comforts…

And these dishes I chose, besides being eye-catching and delicious… are also true comfort food - that preparation that feeds, nourishes and embraces the heart and our soul.

Take advantage of this weekend, and make some of these dishes for the special people in your life… take advantage of the opportunity to exercise one of the most beautiful forms of the feminine: NUTRITION - get ready for compliments and to surprise those you love 🥰

#personal #traditional femininity #cooking #winter #foodlover #foodie #traditional gender roles

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swaps55 · 3 months

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this might be random, but i NEED to know, what's the risotto recipe you have in mind? I love cooking and, not to be cringe, but I have made a few of the dishes you've mentioned in Opus if they catch my eye or I have enjoyed making them before and fancy giving them a whirl again. But I don't remember you ever quite specifying the risotto and I was wondering if, well, there was a specific recipe or if it was just risotto. I was planning to just wing it but, well, food is a very conscientious theme throughout Opus and I knew there was a chance you might have an actual recipe in mind!

First, that is not cringe, that is amazing, and I am now dying to know what you have made.

Second, FUNNY STORY.

I do a lot of due diligence when I write. Food is a theme that runs throughout this series, and honest to god I look things up before I slap them on the page. Kaidan has a much more multicultural background than I do, and I didn't want to be That Asshole who assumes my narrow culinary experiences are universal. So when I mention a dish, it's safe to say I put some thought into it. I even have the actual drink recipes for the 'Yang Gang's favorite cocktails, thanks to @pip-n-flinx.

There is one notable exception to this.

It's the risotto.

I'm gonna be honest. When I made risotto the coveted Alenko dish, it went something like this:

Me: Ok, I need a funny reason for Shepard to be willing to go pose as Kaidan's partner with his parents. Also Me: How about a legendary home cooked meal. Me: Perfect. What's the Legendary Home Cooked Meal at Casa Alenko? First thing that comes to mind. Also Me: Risotto. Me: Great. Wait, what is risotto? Also Me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Me: Doesn't matter, we're rolling with it.

I'm not even kidding. When I made Lora Alenko's Risotto the most mouth watering meal in the galaxy I didn't actually know what risotto was. I thought it was some kind of pasta. See why I research?

You have to understand, this all started with Sonata, and Sonata was supposed to be an AU one shot that was maybe 7k words TOPS. It wasn't supposed to be part of Opus. It wasn't supposed to dictate the tone and establish everything about how Opus ultimately unfolds. And because I wasn't writing it with that in mind - it was just this silly, supremely self-indulgent diversion to distract me from the stupid thing I was stuck on in Cantata - I, uh. I just winged it.

(I have since looked it up, since had it, and DO actually know what it is, please stop laughing.)

So I have no idea what the recipe is. I feel like it's one of those things that can't have a recipe, because the reality will never be as good as Kaidan's boasting.

But also consider this alternative: Sam has the worst tastebuds in the galaxy. What If Lora Alenko's "risotto" was just some elaborate home made cheesy rice that was kid!Kaidan's favorite meal, so he has some big time nostalgia glasses on about it, Sam is insane over it because he's a basic bitch, and there has not been a marine on the 'Yang who doesn't love it because marines' idea of a good snack is a box of crayons.

Just saying. XD

(That said, if you wind up with a heavenly risotto recipe you recommend, I'm uh, open to suggestions....;)

#swaps replies #Anonymous #opus!verse #my bluff has been called #witness my shame #some details are carefully thought out and meticulously planned #other times you trip and fall into them head first

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the-ace-with-spades · 1 year

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So as a Polish person, I both love and hate Polish! Ice as a headcanon, but my grandma is half-Italian and somehow this manifested into Italian! Mav so here we go (spoiler: there's a lot of food involved):

Mav's mom was first generation Italian born in NYC, lived in Staten Island until she married Mav's dad - her family was from Bologna

Mav, despite the hero worship he had for his dad, was mamma's boy

she could speak Italian well and did so around the house but never taught Mav, and what little Italian he could speak, he forgot once she died and he wasn't around the language

she, however, left him their family cookbook, entirely written in Italian, and so recipes are the only text he can understand without googling a lot

after he retires, he wants to take some Italian lessons with Ice

as mentioned in one of my post's tags, the few words he remembers and are still natural to him are pet names; he calls Ice caro (dear??) like his mom called his dad, mio angelo, tesoro (sweetheart/honey??) and when Bradley was small and he was tired, he'd call him bambino

He also uses sei un raggio di sole (you are a ray of sunshine) sarcastically when Ice is grumpy -- it's a phrase his mom used when he was grumpy as a kid

he couldn't say 'I love you' to Ice for some time so instead, he'd say ti voglio tanto bene and then eventually moved to ti amo and then to English

he actually really likes to cook, he just needs to cook for someone - he was taught that cooking is a sign of love so he likes to cook for their family, but not just for himself

Bradley couldn't eat nutella for years b/c Mav's homemade nocciolata was so much better. Ice could literally kill for his nocciolata-filled bomboloni and ricotta and strawberry jam crostata

Slider often 'visits' them to get their leftovers and had once asked Mav to make him aubergine parmigiana and shrimp risotto as a birthday present

Mav makes Ice tiramisu as a pick-me-up when he needs to leave for long

Mav loves wine but it must be complimentary with the meal

he makes his own pasta and if you're in the kitchen while he's making it, he's going to use you to roll or knead the dough for him

when Carole was getting sick but still staying at home, he'd make batches of ravioli, tortellini, tortelloni, mezzelune, cappelletti -- any stuffed pasta that could be frozen and then quickly boiled -- so Bradley would have dinner when Carole was having a bad day

he refuses to ever make fettuccine alfredo as a rule b/c it's boring and its american, and will never make meatballs to serve with spaghetti, but Ice broke him and he now finally can do the americanized marinara sauce

their house has plenty of jars -- homemade pesto (3-4 different kinds), a mayo-sized jar of oregano, thyme, rosemary, a jar with grana padano in the fridge and a whole shelf filled only with different kinds of oil, cooking wine and vinegar, and a little garden with fresh basil and, once they moved to San Diego, tomatoes. Ice has to remember to water it when Mav is away in the summer

he does the stereotypical arm waving and shoulder shrugging while talking but only when he is either worked up or tired

they also have that one special kind of plates, white with blue and yellow decor and sunflowers on the main dish plate

As a bonus, Polish Ice headcanons:

Ice's mom emigrated during WWII but his dad was second gen born in the US -- she was from Gdansk

he can cook pretty well, especially polish recipes, since he often helped her cook at home

he, however, hates cooking. But he will absolutely stress-make pierogi if he can, usually a huge batch of like 50 or something

he did hand over the polish recipes to Mav - the only thing is, Mav refuses to make bigos for him (b/c he'd need to make his own sauerkraut and it stinks)

he drinks his vodka neat, in a glass, not as shots, adds coke if he's going for a 'light-drinking night'

he occasionally goes to mass at a Polish church - he, usually, doesn't understand most of what's being said but his mom used to take him to one each Sunday and it's now a form of comfort

His favorite childhood meals were placki ziemniaczane (potato pancakes) with mushroom sauce and pyzy (type of dumplings) with plums, which Mav can now make in his sleep

he's never attempting to learn Polish

but he wants to visit Gdansk and the Polish seaside once every few years

#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #op #q #charlie writes #italian mav #polish ice

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