#simple rice flour dos

[saelique]

cooking with him is a absolute nightmare, with cookies that were burnt until black, rice that was wet and soggy, you really can’t count how many times he made the kitchen a complete mess. so this time, you would make something rather easy to follow ! just a simple pancake recipe that took half an hour to make ! not that hard right ?? but he still somehow managed to fuck everything up by haing eggshells in the batter, the batter itself wasn’t mixed well enough hence the flour lumps. but the proud look on his face made it hard to refuse his platter of pancakes, so what the hell should you do now ?

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[neverinadream]

Here's To Doing The Unexpected

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Summary: Christian tries to do the unexpected

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Vienna - Billy Joel

Warnings: small talk of pregnancy, husband!christian

Notes: i'm trying to clean out the drafts 🫣 it's small, it's not that great, but i didn't want to waffle and end up turning it into something i don't end up posting. anyway, here's something that isn't smut. feedback is always appreciated

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"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" You tease, the kitchen smelling unexpectedly good, with Christian at the counter, a dishcloth tossed over one shoulder, looking like he had stepped out of an episode of The Bear. His mouth mimes the lyrics to Luke Combs 'Forever After All,' as he crushes a glove of garlic under the blade of his knife. You didn't even know he knew how to do that.

You step further into the kitchen, his cheeks twitching at your hand unconsciously sliding across the small of his back as you come to stand on his other side to inspect what he was doing. There's a pot of homemade sauce simmering on the stovetop behind you, the rich smell of tomatoes perfuming the air, and before you were ingredients like eggs, flour and butter. The typical stuff you needed to make fresh pasta.

This certainly wasn't Christian usual level of cooking when it came to doing anything in the kitchen. Normally, it was quick and simple meals, the ones he knew he wouldn't burn, and sometimes went in a microwave. Or, it was making Rice Krispies buns with your baby cousins, leaving the counters covered in the melted chocolate and stray pieces of Rice Krispies that never made it into the mixing bowl.

"I'm amazed," you tease him some more, feeling his laughter ripple through his body as you rest your head against his arm.

"Amazed that I haven't burnt the place down?" Christian laughs as you mumble 'no comment' under your breath. He turns and tips his head, brushing his lips lightly against the top of your head. His hand comes down to touch your bump, soothing his thumb over your round belly like it was his secret way of saying hello to. "This move was all about trying new things, right?" He crushes another glove of garlic, sliding it off the knife with the side of his finger. "So, I'm trying to not burn the kitchen down."

"Oh." You look up through your eyelashes, catching your bottom lip between your teeth to trap the giggle that desperately wants to escape. "I thought you meant we would be trying new things in...you know...the..."

"Dirty girl," he shakes his head, talking over you as your voice trails off.

"Yeah," your hand drops to give his bum a cheeky pinch, "and you love me for it."

He sets the knife down, wiping his hand quickly on the end of the dishcloth, before turning to face you. He's left chasing your lips, your body jerking back as the smell of garlic still lingers on his fingers. His brows rise to meet his hairline. "What?" He laughs, finally caressing your face. His thumb traces the shape of your cheek and he dips his eyes to look into yours. "Can't I kiss my beautiful, glowing wife?"

"You can kiss your 'beautiful, glowing wife' - which dramatic much? - when you're fingers no longer smell of garlic." You scrunch your nose. "Seriously, how does it not bother you?"

"Because I'm not six months pregnant." He sneaks a kiss to your temple and takes a few steps over to the sink. "You know, you don't seem to complain when my fingers smell like you," he cheekily says over the sound of the tap, lathering his hands in lemon-scented soap. You roll your eyes, your cheeks flooding with warmth at his crude joke. "Though, it has been a while," he turns the tap off, "I think I might have forgotten what you smell like."

"What's the matter?" You tease him with a perfectly mischievous smile. "You got blue balls?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." He wraps his arms around you, landing a kiss against your jaw. "I miss touching you," he whispers, sliding his hands up and down your sides, dipping to kiss down the column of your neck, "I miss you touching me."

"Christian?" He hums, half acknowledging you, too distracted by the softness of your skin. "The sauce is boiling over."

His head snaps back, eyes widening as his homemade sauce boils over the side of the pot and sizzles as it hits the stovetop. "Shit!" He launches forward, taking the pan off the ring, trying to wipe up some of the spilt sauce before any more damage could be done. "Shit. Shit. Fuck-" You cover your nose as a slightly charred smell permeates the air and watch his shoulders drop. "So much for trying to do something nice."

"Hey-" You take short strides across the kitchen and wrap your arms around his middle. On instinct, he reaches for your hands, rubbing his thumb across the back of your wrist. "It's okay," you kiss the back of his shoulder and press your cheek against it, "you know I've never really been one to like grand gestures, anyway."

"I know." He tucks his head back, a show of disappointment in himself lingering in his eyes. "I just wanted to do something nice before Bubbles comes along."

You lift your head. "Bubbles?"

"It's nothing," he mumbles, "just something to call them whilst we wait to meet them."

"Bubbles," you repeat, taking a step back and shrugging your shoulders, "I like it; better than calling them 'Baby' all the time." A frown stretches across your lips, turning your head to look at the preparation he had already done. He really was trying to make this Valentine's Day special for both of you. "You know, I think we could still salvage this," you tell him, swinging your head back around to look at him.

He lifts his brows. "We can?"

You crane your head to look around him. "Maybe even that, too," you add, pointing to the pan.

"Uh, no," he shakes his head, "that is not possible." He nudges the pot back with his elbow. "I wouldn't even feed that to my worst enemy."

You wink and quickly kiss him on the cheek. "We'll see about that, baby."

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[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(cw: mentions of losing a close family member)

König doesn’t really know how to cook.

Well, anything other than the basics… Most of his meals consist of rice, meat and some kind of vegetable. Or like a carton of eggs. And of course, he can warm up meals and cook pasta and put pesto on it. But working in the military his whole life, he never really had the need to learn to prepare something to eat other than those basics, because most of the meals were provided and he’ll eat any- and everything. When he’s on leave, he cycles through his staples and also orders a lot of take-out, just to satisfy the calorie intake he needs at his size.

His grandma used to cook for him, ever since he was a little boy and then when he returned to Austria as an adult, she always made sure to prepare his favourite meals. He hasn’t been back ever since her funeral, he tells me while he gets some ingredients out of the fridge. Eggs, milk and butter. He misses her and her cooking, but that’s just how it is in life. Flour from the pantry. Mixing it all together, eyeballing the measurements, and adding a pinch of salt.

She taught him how to make Palatschinken. Thin pancake or crepe-like sheets of dough that he apparently made too much of. Rolled up, filled with jam and powdered sugar on top.

“Pala- what?”, I ask, wanting him to teach me how to say the word properly.

“Pa-la-tschin-ke.”, he repeats, sounding the syllables out, and I imitate them, until he tells me that I’ve got it.

I sit at the cooking island in his kitchen, on one of the chairs, and watch him pour the thin dough into the hot buttered pan. It bubbles and sizzles as he swirls it around, until the whole bottom is covered. Waiting for it to be cooked from one side. He lifts the edges with a spatula to make sure. Then he looks at me, raising his brows, like ‘Look at me, look what I can do’, lifting the pan of the hob, holding it in front of his body.

Oh, oh, that won’t- He flips it with a rehearsed flick of his wrist, the thin pancake rotating in the air for just a moment, then landing in the pan again.

I coo, clapping excitedly. He bows jokingly, with the pan still in his hand.

When it’s done, he puts the Palatschinke on a plate, spreads apricot jam on the thin dough, rolls it up and then sprinkles powdered sugar over it, setting the sweet roll in front of me. Gesturing me to eat.

I dig in, cutting it, and the fluffy dough almost melts on my tongue, the sweet jam spreading in my mouth as I chew. God damn it, that’s good. Simple, but very tasty. I finish the first one in record time and he puts the next Palatschinke on my plate. I fill it myself, devouring that one as well. He starts to make more, stacking them on a separate plate.

“You wanna try to make one as well?”, he asks me then.

I nod excitedly and get up from the stool. He hands me the pan and the ladle, putting some more butter onto the hot teflon, and I add the dough. When it’s cooked through, I try to do the flip just like he did. The little crepe flops up a bit and then folds in on itself. I burst into laughter and he joins in. Well, that didn’t go as planned.

“Don’t worry, that happened to me a lot of times.”, he says, scrapping the dough into the bin. “We’ll try again.”

So, the same spiel again. Until the Palatschinke is ready to be flipped. He’s standing behind me, we’re both gripping the handle of the pan and he’s looking over my shoulder, coaching me through it.

“Mit Gefühl.”, he tells me. “Carefully, but with determination.”

“I wanted to flip this thing, not get a lecture on how to enter some-“, I quip, but I get cut off when he playfully pinches my butt cheek.

It makes me jump up a bit and I bat his hand away. “König!”, I yelp, with pretend indignation, but he only grins down at me.

“Come on, you can do it.”, he says, nudging the pan in my hand.

“On three. One, two, three!”, I count down and then we flip it, together. The piece of dough rotates in the air and lands in the pan again.

“First authentically self-made Palatschinke.”, he says, with joking solemnity, as he drops it onto my plate. I do the rest of the steps and then eat it as well.

He makes Palatschinke after Palatschinke, telling me some more about his grandma and the dishes she used to cook, until all of the dough is gone. I listen to him and eat a whole bunch of them until I’m so full, I feel like I’m gonna burst. He finishes the rest of the thin pancakes, decimating a whole stack of them with lots of jam and sugar.

“The rest we can cut into small strips and put into soup.”, he explains.

“Into soup?!”, I question what he just said.

“Yes, Frittatensuppe. It’s really delicious.”, he says like it’s a normal thing.

I shake my head. Those Austrians and their weird dishes.

If you wanna try and make your own Palatschinken like metalhead!könig and reader, I got a recipe for you! Enjoy! a/n: this is the start of a little series I'm doing for mh!k x reader because I have so many scenes (some already finished a while ago like this one) that don't have a certain place in the plot and are just sitting in my word document, left to rot, so i'm gonna post them as their own random scenes that are still connected to them! some of it is gonna be sfw comfort fluff like this one, some is gonna be nsfw - stay tuned <3 Wanna get to know them better? Find more chapters in the Masterlist

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[judysxnd]

Cookie dough

Lando Norris x reader

summary: when you burnt dinner, you decided to make the only thing you knew how to cook: cookies

I absolutely don’t like what I wrote, so imma do what I do when I send a risky text, I’m publishing it and staying away from my phone 😭

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You were staying with Lando for a few days at his place before leaving for the new F1 season. Tonight he was playing games with his friends again, streaming a little to please his fans one last time. In the meantime, you were trying to make what could be your dinner, but it was not going well.

You’re not really a good cook, but you manage your way through. Usually. This time it didn’t seem like it. You couldn’t cook the meat right, it wasn’t enough, and when you thought it was good, it was overcooked. The rice is the only thing you didn’t mess up. But you couldn’t only eat rice! So you secretly ordered food while Lando was still playing.

But you decided to cook something for dessert, something that didn’t take long and that you knew you wouldn’t mess up: cookies. It was simple to make, and it doesn’t take long. You put some music in the background, from the playlist you made for Lando. You have similar taste in music, and every time Lando put his music you always liked it, so you made a playlist with his musics.

It helped when you were away from each other. When you missed him you put his playlist, making you feel like he was with you. He doesn’t know about it, you don’t think he does. It’s not like you were hiding it, but you usually listened to it when he wasn’t here, since when you’re together you mix both of your music.

You wanted to sing to the music, but Lando was streaming not far from you and no one needed to hear you. So you were doing some playback, moving your hips while you were making the cookies. You were so focused in the cookies and in the music that you didn’t hear Lando enter the kitchen.

“very much liking the view” he said, making you jump

“Oh, Lando! I didn’t hear you” you laughed “what are you doing here?” You asked him as he walked closer to you, leaving a kiss on your head before leaning against the counter next to you.

“Hm, I’m living here” he joked

“Haha hilarious” you rolled your eyes “you stopped streaming?”

“Yeah, I was getting too hungry and the smell of the food made me stop” you laughed

“Well you’re going to be disappointed” you admitted as you poured the flour in the bowl. He looked at you with a straight face.

“Why- what did you do?”

“I’m just not much of a cook”

“What did you burn this time?” He started to look for the food

“I didn’t burn anything!” You started to defend yourself “and you’re not better than me so you can’t say anything”

“I know I’m not better, but at least I know it and I stopped trying” he laughed

“You’re lucky my hands are busy otherwise I would have hit you”

“But where’s the food?” He opened the oven to see the meat completely black “if that isn’t burn I don’t know what it is” he closed the oven and went back to you

“I’m sorry I tried”

“It’s okay, I’ll order something”

“Don’t worry I already took care of it”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I ordered what we were supposed to eat” you laughed “I did hope you would still be playing so that I could pretend I cooked it, but, well, I can’t have everything”

“I would have noticed either way”

“Sure” you scoffed

“There’s a difference between food cooked at home and food from a restaurant, I would have known” he leaned on the counter again, stealing some dough from the bowl

“Hey! Keep your fingers out of the cookies!” He laughed, tasting it. “And no you wouldn’t know”

“At least the cookies are good, if you don’t burn them in the oven we can eat them” you pretended that you were going to hit him, making him step back a bit.

“You be careful with what you say pretty boy, because I know for a fact that you can’t tell the difference between the food I cook and the food from a restaurant”

“What? That’s not true”

“Yes, remember the lasagna we ate a month or two ago? That I made?”

“Back at your place?”

“Yes”

“Yeah, it was del- wait” you tilted your head “you didn’t cook it?”

“No, I burnt the sauce so I ordered them, I was too embarrassed to admit I messed up so I pretended I cooked them” he started to laugh

“I knew it tasted too good to be cooked by you” you couldn’t help but laugh too

“We’re not great cooks”

“No, we’re very bad cooks”

“The fire alarm always turns on when I cook breaded fish” you admitted

“What???” Lando was laughing even more “how is that even possible!” He said in a high pitched voice, still laughing

“I don’t know! So I stopped cooking those too”

“I can’t judge, it does the same for me”

“Okay can you pass me the chocolate chips please? In the bowl over there” you pointed, your hands full of cookie dough. Lando grabbed the bowl and poured the chocolate in the dough while you started to knead it.

“We’re making a good team” Lando said as he put the bowl in the sink

“You just put chocolate chips in a bowl” you laughed

“But I did it good” you rolled your eyes

“Whatever” you couldn’t help but laugh “can you change the music please?”

“Sure” he said as he grabbed your phone, changing the music. “Why is there my name on top of the list?”

“Hm?” You turned around “oh because it’s your playlist” he looked at you with puppy eyes

“You made a playlist for me?”

“Yeah!” You smiled “I love most of your music so I made a playlist with the songs we have in common”

“That’s so cute!” He walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while kissing your neck. “I made one for you too” he whispered in your ear.

“Really?” You had a big smile on your face. “Yeah, let me show you!”

“No no wait” you said before he could move

“What?”

“It can wait a bit, I want you to stay here” he kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder, arms locked tight around you while you were finished to make the cookie dough.

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[xjulixred45x]

Platonic! Korra Gang x Chef! Reader

This is the Request of @chantillymoon i hope You're doing good with your Cooking, i'm sure it's fantastic😋! I hope this give you a little motivation💞

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Korra

Korra probably met you in the events of book 1 (did you see the Gala where Mako went with Asami? one of those), you were in food service.

and since Korra was a bit moody and in a new city, you were friendly with her and they got along quite well. You tried to entertain her a little with your cooking (like the chefs in certain Asian places, if you're a firebending master or something like that, even better).

Thanks to this Korra was going to see you when she needed to talk and generally let loose a little. You guys became friends pretty quickly.

If you have your own place, Korra tries to promote you when she interacts with important people and the topic of Catering comes up.

She firmly believes that your food is much better than the holidays food honestly. especially those of Unalaq.

I have a feeling that in the water tribe, especially in the south, there is not a very complex gastronomy thanks to literally living at a pole.

It's a more personal hc, but I think Korra grew up eating mainly fish and its variables (maybe rice and vegetables)

Obviously, she ate more things in her training to be an avatar, but it's not like it was food as such to "eat" but rather those for nutrition purposes.

so when she becomes a friend of yours (cutie) and you give her VERY varied and VERY delicious food, she is delighted.

like “FINALLY something that is nutritious and TASTES GOOD!”

Besides, you cook a lot of variety, so Korra doesn't know where to choose. but she has a big appetite, so it's not unreasonable to think that you probably won't run out of leftovers with her.

If you're stressed about a particular recipe, she may try to help you by giving you a hand with things in the kitchen that she knows she can't screw up, like reading you the recipe book or handing you things, all while trying to joke with you to relax you and make you laugh.

If you want a definitive break, flour war! Whoever ends up completely white loses and Naga will have to clean it up!

Now, apart from improvised or high-survival food, Korra doesn't cook shit, she doesn't know how to handle herself very well, so seeing you be so fluent in that habit is something new for her. Of course, she was used to her parents cooking. but not at your level, so there's a lot of excitement on Korra's part about how you learned all this.

If you try to teach her, can she go either very badly or...decent? which cannot be said whether it is good or bad.

Since at first Korra may even, trying to make things easier (or imitate you, if you use your elemental control to cook) use her avatar skills in the kitchen, which since she has no experience ends very badly 😅 with muddy dough everywhere.

or even with BURNT water in some way??

but after a few attempts and several burnt bouls, Korra gets the hang of it and manages to start improving her cooking skills!

She can make simple meals now at least.

but she always prefers yours, you make them much more delicious, according to her.

Korra is not going to tolerate any destructive criticism of you, who does she have to hit?she's going to scare them with the fucking avatar state🤣😅

Sure, she can TOLERATE constructive criticism because it's not malicious, but she doesn't understand why people eat your products if they're not going to like it anyway?

do not understand.

In general, Korra encourages your vocation a lot and encourages you to try new things with her :3

Asami

Asami knows you because of Varrik, he needed as many staff as possible, including the kitchen, so he hired you as soon as he liked one of your meals without thinking about it.

Asami needed a break from all of Varrik's antics, so she went to the staff areas for a while (without realizing it) and you noticed her state.

So you talked to her while you prepared something simple for her to eat and get energy back.

It was kind of nice, since you didn't feel intimidated by her or what had happened with her father, a breath of fresh air, so you continued seeing each other after that (in a platonic way).

Asami is used to eat in High Quality and/or fancy places before this, and still doing it.

which most of the time is not bad, on the contrary, it usually produces rich and delicious food.

but there are also times when for some people (ahem VARRIKahem) it just needs to be prettier and tasteless to be considered "gourmet" and even if it's not high quality food, Asami sometimes misses the feeling of having a normal meal. .

That's when you come into her life, her bubbly friend, to make things way better.

Asami probably never had a home-cooked meal as such (no, it doesn't count if CHEFS make it for you Asami) so it was a new experience for her. In the good sense.

Instead of eating aesthetically impressive but disgusting food, with you I could eat things that were really modest but that TASTED GOOD.

If you are having problems like not finding someone to give you more advanced cooking classes, don't worry! Asami will give you a hand with her contacts and help you find a good tutor.

If you already have your own place, rest assured that Asami (and in general the entire Avatar team) will come to see you and buy you food often no matter what you sell.

Even if you have any financial problems with the place, Asami has your back and helps you as much as possible. You may even become a constant Catering associate for the company!

Asami also tries not to let her friendship with you affect you so directly, especially when scandals arise with her father.

He goes to you for advice when they go out to eat, your food gives him a certain feeling of peace after all, so when you both go out he can be with a cooler head.

It's a feeling of familiarity that she hasn't felt in a LONG time.

You can definitely see Asami especially liking food with meat or more complicated things, but then again, he also really likes it when you make really simple things, like pasta or pizza, for example.

She says that it is because "you do it with love" and it is partly true, that you put so much effort into the preparation makes it much more special and she appreciates it a lot.

but in general I think she doesn't usually give you negative comments.

I mean, if you happen to screw up some food and it tastes REALLY bad, you know it just by looking at her face, even so she will never give you a "bad" word so to speak, she use very sweet constructive criticism and still assure you that you did a good job.

and you can also guarantee that if there is a particular food that she likes, she will pay you to make a couple of reservations for her ;) she can't help it! She loves how you cook!

If someone tries to criticize you in a non-constructive way and is simply Bullying you, she will directly kick their ass and deal with the consequences then why would someone be mean to a little sun like you? It doesn't make sense to her.

In general, a friend who supports you financially, emotionally and psychologically is always willing to give you a hand in the kitchen.

That's right, don't let her cook☠️ she may hace good intentions but she'll burn everything.

Mako

OMFG he LOVES THE FOOD YOU MAKE FOR HIM.

Now, let's get a little sentimental.

Mako and Bolin growing up on the streets probably never really had much to eat, not to mention they probably didn't eat every day.

especially Mako, I imagine that he probably even gave what little they had to eat to Bolin.

It's a habit for him.

So when he meets you and you give him a taste of your food, for FREE, he thinks you're too good to be true.

but he appreciates it very much.

but seeing how much his opinion matters to you. warms his heart.

For the same reason you could feed him the most disgusting thing you could cook and he would eat it like a big child.

He will tell you the truth, but he doesn't leave a crumb.

For the same reason, I have two possible versions of how the two of you met and became close friends.

One, the one I like the most, is that probably when you were younger and trying to cook on your own, Mako and Bolin tried to steal your food, failing miserably.

But from then on you started leaving food scraps on your window for them to grab so they wouldn't die of hunger.

Thanks to this little by little they began to interact more and even began to help you to apply seriously in the kitchen!

and the other possibility is that he knew you thanks to Pro-control, being the one who will be in charge of the food at the events.

In this scenario at first he would be colder but eventually either because of Bolin or because of your adorable personality, you end up liking him.

other than that he can see that you can't swing a fly, and that you're REALLY passionate about your job, so he respects you a lot for that.

We all know that Mako is more of a tough guy or expresses that he cares through actions, so he shows that he cares by showing interest in your hobby and helping you as much as he can.

But when he already has a stable job and can give you a hand.

When something specific goes wrong, he tries to cheer you up in an unconventional way, such as telling you something about his work to distract you a little or even inviting you something to eat to de-stress.

Maybe even Mako himself has learned to cook from you, of course, he is not at the same level but when you are very stressed or tired he has your back.

and when you manage to do what you want, he sincerely congratulates you, he knows that you deserve it after all.

Similar to his other friends and Bolin, Mako is quite protective of you, especially if you can't control any elements.

It's like the dynamic of "Sunshine + Sunshine protector" basically.

It also tries to help you accept criticism well, which is necessary to improve after all.

Although of course, if there is someone who is telling you shit just because and without really wanting to help you, give them the names, they will not tolerate it.

In general, he is a friend who is a bit rude but who defends you, appreciates you and supports you in your tastes, hobbies and career. regardless of how You two met.

He knows that you are as good a person as you cook well, and you are a VERY good cook ;)

Bolin

Again, HE LOVES THE FOOD YOU MAKE FOR HIM.

Bolin, similarly to Mako, has two possibilities for how he met you.

one more painful than the other.

the first, in which he knew you for trying to steal something from your leftovers when he was little, in itself, living on the streets of a republic city is not nice.

but at least you took pity on him and started leaving him leftovers. which left him EXTRACTED because (according to him) YOU COOKED AMAZING. even if at that time you were just practicing.

Even if you try to tell him that he was probably just saying that because it was his first meal in god knows how long, he still thinks the same thing.

and the second way, unlike his brother, is that he simply found you working somewhere he likes.

Maybe even with his amorous nature, at first he had a crush on you, but over time he realized that it wasn't what he really felt.

In general he is your personal cheerleader.

No matter how many times you fail to make a particular meal, Bolin eats it like his life depends on it. unlike Mako, he doesn't have the heart to say anything even remotely critical of your food :,)

He's also the kind of friend who constantly gives you ideas for new recipes. some good, some not so good, and some quite extravagant.

ex: some dessert based on Pabu.

It breaks Bolin's heart to see you sad when you don't get a particular recipe, but he will immediately move on to a session of giving you compliments and reminding you how you made other recipes to motivate you.

I can definitely see him recommending you to the important people he hung out with when he worked with Varrik, both to do you a favor and to be able to see you in those moments when Mako couldn't pay attention to him.

Bolin's favorite food is definitely desserts. cakes, cupcakes, pies, candies, anything that is sugary.

and if you get to practice making animal food (like for Pabu) Bolin is OVER THE MOON.

I can see Bolin trying to learn cooking things with you, both to spend time together and to be more independent, to help Mako out.

Apart from that, he would have the opportunity to try more of your food :D but he makes a great effort to listen to your advice and follow the instructions you leave him.

The results are quite promising! along with Mako, he is the best cook of the group (hc personal).

Similarly to Asami, he seeks advice from you when he feels left out of the group and doesn't know what to do.

Normally you prepare something hot for him so he doesn't feel so bad. It would probably be his second favorite food of yours, hot soups. In general they remind him of you, a warm and comforting presence.

Bolin is more passive when it comes to criticism and when it is constructive he makes sure to remember it and even writes it down so as not to forget it and thus apply it in his own attempts.

but eventually you can better distinguish between constructive and destructive criticism.

and when someone like that shows up, no matter how strange it may seem, they usually just ignore it. He wants to believe that he is better than them after all...

...only to launch Pabu on the attack in defense of your honor. Although well, didn't you see it coming?

He is generally a very sweet friend, he does not distinguish in social class or how or how long the two of you have known each other. He is convinced that you have genuine talent for cooking.

and he is very willing to show you that you have that talent and support you through everything.

Conclusion: They all love your food but they love the person behind that food more and how you support them in difficult times :,)

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[tastesoftamriel]

You know those cheesy pasta dishes with all the fancy add-ins like heavy cream and garlic so we can all pretend to ourselves that we aren't just eating mac and cheese like overgrown children? What sort of equivalent dishes do the people of Tamriel enjoy, that are basically just dressed-up "kid food" dishes?

Who doesn't love a cheeky meal that brings back memories of childhood? Across Tamriel, you'll find all manner of simple, hearty foods that will make you feel like a kid again!

Altmer

In Summerset, young and old alike enjoy mochi, a tasty sweet snack made from chewy glutinous rice flour. Mochi comes in many varieties, with fillings like sweet peanut or black sesame paste. However, almost everyone's favourite is a cold mochi filled with soft gelato of various flavours. My favourite combination is matcha mochi wrapped around a moreish azuki bean ice cream centre.

Argonians

Is there anything that makes you feel more like a kid than some snacking? Argonians are huge fans of anything that packs a crunch, both sweet and savoury. Whether it's spicy and sweet crickets, dark saltrice sauce-coated mealworms, or just good old prawn crackers with some dipping sambal, be prepared to snack your way all day long in Black Marsh.

Bosmer

If you're one of those people who stands in the kitchen gnawing a block of cheese at midnight, you're in good company in Valenwood. A popular late-night treat served at street food vendors across the Province is a simple cup of grilled witchetty grubs slathered in timber mammoth cheese sauce and topped with pulled pork. The grubs are meaty in flavour, and the pungent timber mammoth cheese complements the pulled pork when mixed all together, as the locals enjoy it.

Bretons

Pain au chocolat? Yes please! These deliciously buttery puffed pastries are essentially rectangular croissants enveloping delicious dark chocolate. Served warm, they're sure to make any breakfast or teatime a happy one! To really satisfy those chocolate cravings, pair with a classic Breton hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows and whipped cream.

Dunmer

Marshmerrow cake is the ubiquitous Dunmeri dessert that has gained popularity far beyond the borders of Morrowind due to its mild flavour and unique candy aroma. A soft sponge cake, which is sometimes soaked in comberry brandy, is layered with sweet marshmerrow crème patissiere, caramelised marshmerrow crumble, and maraschino comberries. Sure to knock some years off your age and put a couple more holes in your belt (it's impossible to stop at one slice. Source: me).

Imperials

There's nothing quite like homemade gnocchi with ragout for Imperials when it comes to comfort food. While this homey dish is prevalent across Cyrodiil, every household cooks the dish differently. In mine, my mother pan-fries the gnocchi in an obnoxious amount of butter, and tops it with her top-secret slow-cooked lamb and red wine ragout. While I cannot give away the secrets to her ragout, I highly recommend trying this delicious dish a try when you need to warm yourself, body and soul.

Khajiit

If you think you can turn away cinnamon and cardamom churros with a cup of moon sugar caramel dip, you're deluding yourself. This delicious treat can be found across Elsweyr and is considered one of the Province's most famous foods. Khajiiti churros, which are made from a mix of rice and tapioca flour, have a moist and chewy texture beneath a crisp, golden brown outer layer. They're served hot from the wok, with a cup of moon sugar caramel syrup. A truly divine pairing!

Nords

Spätzle is something I've written about in the past, and it's one of the best things I know (ask any resident of Skyrim and they'd tell you the same). These chunky egg noodles may look unrefined compared to Khajiiti vermicelli, but make up for it when liberally doused in a creamy cheese sauce and topped with fried onions. I like spicing mine up, quite literally, with some chili powder I purchased at a Sentinel bazaar.

Orcs

Nothing screams comfort food (and mess) quite like a good old echatere sausage hot dog. The echatere sausage, rather akin to Blackwood chorizo in flavour, is grilled over hot coals and served in a sourdough bun, served Wrothgar style with a good amount of horseradish mayo, fried radish chips, caramelised onions, pickles, and crispy dried baby shrimp topping. I'd say you can't stop at just one, but it's a hefty meal you can eat with one hand!

Redguards

I have probably written about gulab jamun in the past, a delicious, albeit cloying dessert popular throughout Hammerfell. An iconic dish at festivals and parties, gulab jamun is prized by dessert-lovers for its velvety, syrupy texture. These fluffy balls of cardamom-scented cottage cheese are fried and soaked in a fragrant saffron and rose water syrup, and topped with crushed pistachios. So simple, so good, and so moreish. Just be sure to stop at three, because any more and the sugar rush will send you to Aetherius!

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[stvrdew]

Peeling Oranges !

Blade x fem! reader, angst, not proofread, inspiration; "Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman" by Haruki Murakami. word count; 1121.

note. how tf is this 1121 words?? I'm not even proud of this one to begin with </3 I'm running out of ideas, if anyone has something on mind, please do sent a request in my inbox, thank you!

Immortality is a façade, a divine fruit, a false paradise, a hell in disguise, growth for a long life’s curse, a benevolent blessing, flowing to an inevitable destiny graver than demise.

( take it from those who have witnessed it. )

Immortality is a façade, and Blade perceives as it flows from your hand. As you bask in the veins of this immortality, as it slithers to the confines of your heart.

How did he permit you into his life, anyway? He does not recall; everything is bemused.

Unlike him, you are one wandering, delicate soul. And he is a canine beast, anticipating the precise opportunity to unleash, and in scarce instants of quietude, plagued by the slaughtered and despondency.

Blade is mostly tedious; isolated in his thoughts, distant, and as still as a statue, his presence equivalent to his absence. Perhaps, it is that he’s a fugitive that he returns to your refuge or his veiled desire for consolement; although your paths to immortality are contrary.

( Immortality is not hideous, you say, smiling. Yet he thinks that smile appears downcast. )

Blade became an abomination before you. He did not divulge to you how it occurred, nor did you divulge your case to him. But he knows better than to ask, for the answers lie before him.

It is evident because the arms you craved were never his, the touch you craved was never his, the love you craved was never his, the kisses you craved were never his, the intimacy you craved was never his— but that of somebody else; a lover long deceased.

It is evident in the transparent clarity of your eyes, that deep wound of unforeseen deception. Perhaps, you prefer to keep to yourself and never fully open up to him—to heal, you fixate on that wound and prevent another from occurring.

( such wounds to the heart will probably never heal, but we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. )

You did not entail him as a remedy to cure—your remedy is within, deep inside your core, where you decipher the issue by yourself, where you decipher who you are. His presence near you is merely adequate; a shoulder to lie on. And whilst you strive to live, heal, and grow, he desires to wither, and never grasp the sun.

( one March afternoon, Blade finds you settled at the dining table.

‘Sit,’ you tell him. ‘I’ll peel you some oranges.’

He hums and pulls a chair for himself.

The kitchen is fairly small—before him is the entrance, permitting a view towards the foyer and living room. Along the left side, a refrigerator with diverse coloured notes stuck to it, a stove, and a sink line up the vinyl counter. Right where the sink is positioned, the sun rays emerge through the drawn curtains of the windowpane. Cabinets hovered above, extending along the walls. The cabinets below, confined cooking supplies, whilst the ones above were full of ingredients such as flour, sugar, rice, and others.

I’ve got on my mind that I am too scared to speak.

A pleasant warmth adorns this awkwardness. Blade observes as you gingerly peel an orange and its pith; a simple act of love. He averts his gaze towards a jar before you, with Zelkova leaves inside.

‘what’s that?’ he enquires.

‘a firefly,’ you reply. ‘I caught it wandering last night, at the front yard.’

Blade draws the jar over. At the bottom of the jar, there is a firefly, it attempts to crawl up the glass, and falls over, flexing its minuscule feet.

It’s been a while since last he glimpsed a firefly. )

The firefly’s radiance is hazier and much fainter than he recalls, no longer crisp. Perhaps, the issue was not with the firefly, but with his recollection— perhaps, fireflies never radiated that vividly as in his imagination, perhaps, his surroundings were opaque, perhaps, the elapsing of time affected his recollection.

Gazing at the firefly provides him with a bitter aftertaste, a perplexing sensation that boils beneath his skin. And albeit he seals his eyes, the afterglow of it lingers. It plagues him.

He does not divulge it to you; you could never perceive it his way.

Blade’s life is merely a firefly—a departed soul that leaves him in a ceaseless sequence of melancholy. And he stands, gazing at the person who he once was, who died along the reminiscences of the High Cloud Quintet, a Sword Champion master who endowed him with the secrets of her teachings before succumbing to Mara, an ace pilot who shattered the defences of the Denizens of Abundance, a High Elder he has aided in the cause of his anguish, and a general who remains as the sole reminiscence. It gradually crumbles in the flames of his forge, slipping through his fingers, gone with the wind.

( it all fleets akin to a firefly, a dazzling, hazy flicker before his eyes. )

Everything is strange. Akin to repetitive discord scorching his confines, it fabricates a hollow and the devoid sensation within remains.

The memories ground to a halt right there. Recovering from the past, peeling oranges, the firefly in the jar. He attempts to recall what occurred after. Blade rests his head in his hands, burrowing into layers of a garden of recollections. Somewhere in a downcast realm, surrounded by darkness and forgotten vows and dreams.

He visualizes his final night with you; you crammed under his arm, slumbering, his fingers unravelling the knots in your hair, picturing colourful strings hanging from the ceiling, somewhere, in a far room per usual, but with this consoling warmth that adorned this hush.

( at first, picturing these strings was quite confusing, all he knew was that there was a room and there were strings. What is that? He could never reach an answer with complete conviction. And now, he became accustomed to it. )

Though it all appears too surreal, akin to some allegory.

( close your eyes; things become vivid. )

All sorts of sounds and voices blend like smoke enveloping the place. Blade glances around, at the two girls bent over the table, drinking orange juice, at the sparrows that chirp and fly above, at the few deserted tennis courts, at the zelkova trees, with a glimpse of the ocean through the ocean, at the waves that rippled along the May breeze.

The scene is quite familiar, as if he had seen it, many years before.

( … but it is an illusion. It is vivid enough; an intense sense of real. Time feels stagnant. )

( ‘Wake me up from this dream.’

‘I feel like that's what you said last night.’ )

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#hsr #hsr blade #blade x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #blade #blade honkai

[the-wisteria-house]

The Arrangement (Rengoku x reader) - Chapter 4

Your and Shinjuro's argument has been interrupted by Senjuro, who has been listening in for an unknown amount of time. How will you and the Rengoku Patriarch react to the boy's interface, and more importantly how will you act around each other going on from here?

"Father... (Y/N), Please stop fighting..." A small voice whispered quietly; one could almost miss it with the wind. Shinjurou's enraged features morphed into a look of suprise, as his attention turned from you to his youngest son. Shame began to weigh heavy on your shoulders, what are you doing? Why were you arguing with your future father-in-law and in front of Senjuro no less? You looked at the boy whose blond head was peeking at you from behind the shoji door meekly. The boy shouldn't have had to hear this...

"Senjuro... I'm sorry. How much did you hear?" You ask gently anger having dissipated at the sight of the boy. Senjuro couldn't help but flinch at the guilt the swam in your eyes. It wasn't his intention to upset you further, he just didn't want you to face his father's unadulterated rage.

"Not much." the boy hesitated clearly lying but no one chose to voice this, opting instead to change the subject.

"Why don't we all head inside?" You only received a grunt of agreement from Shinjurou, who roughly pushed past you into the house. You found yourself having to fight off throwing a violent glare his way, keeping his youngest son's presence in mind.

"(Y/N)-San, are you alright?" You looked at the boy with mild surprise apone realizing he'd stayed with you on the porch instead of following his father inside.

"Yes, yes, I'm alright. I'm sorry you shouldn't have had to hear me and your father fight." You put your hands on his shoulder with a light squeeze, hoping to convey the sincerity behind your words.

You felt that heavy feeling of guilt weight lift off your shoulders when the young boy gave you a small understanding smile, "It's alright (y/n)-San, I forgive you. I understand that Father can be hard to deal with at times. He wasn't always like this.... or at least that's what Aniue says." The boy looked almost unsure of himself as he added that last bit. You were so astounded by the boy's kindness towards you - a stranger, that it took you a moment to gather your thoughts and find your voice.

"Your compassion... I- don't ever lose that, okay? It'll take you far in life." You couldn't help but let out a light-hearted chuckle as the boy blushed and looked away shyly, before quickly nodding, "Let's head inside. We can look through those books for a recipe to make. How does that sound?" You walk towards the door before looking back at Senjuro, who was smiling from ear to ear, "That sounds fantastic!"

-

"Hmmmm, found anything yet, Senjuro?" You glanced at the flaming locked boy curiously. You'd gotten out your recipe book and allowed the boy to flip through it to see if anything caught his eye, but he seemed to be having a hard time choosing as he flipped back and forth throughout the pages with a concentrated look.

"They're so many great options! I'm having a hard time choosing only one." The boy let out a sigh of disappointment as his golden orbs continued to scan the text, and his young mind weighed the pros and cons of each recipe.  

"Well, we can always make more later. Why don't we start with something simple?"

"Why don't we make mochi?" Senjuro quickly stood with a smile as he pointed to what you assumed was one of the mochi recipes. 

"I like how you think, kid, any particular flavor in mind?" You listen closely and nodded as the boy eagerly explained all the different ideas he had in mind, as you looked through the cabinets. 

"Okay, so we'll need to go into town to get the ingredients for that, then?" You ask as you look through the sparse cabinets that seem only to hold rice, flour, and a few condiments. You dead panned how had you not realized how sparse the cabinets were this morning? 

"Yes, I haven't had the chance to stop at the market, so we're out of a few things." The boy nodded simply in conformation. 

"No worries, let me just go grab my change purse, and we can go." You go to stand before being interrupted by Senjuro who stood Infront of.

"Wait (y/n)! I can wake Father and ask for money, so you don't have to use your money - it'll only take a moment. " The boy waved his hands in front of him quickly.

You couldn't help but be slightly humored by the boys' reaction, "There's no need to wake your father. It was my idea for us to bake something anyway."

Your calm voice helped soothe the young blonds pounding heart before he found himself asking, "Are you sure?" 

"Positive, now go get ready!" You shooed the hesitant tween down the hall before heading to clean up the cookbooks that were messily scattered around the sitting area.

You were honestly grateful for the young boys' company. You were unsure of what you would have done if he wasn't here. (Most likely lock yourself away in your room and avoid the Rengoku Patriarch like the plague.)

"(Y/n), I'm ready." The young boys' sudden presences made you flinch. Where you really so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadn't heard his entrance into the room?

"Oh, I didn't see you there, Senjuro. I'll go get the money then we'll be ready to go."

You went to grab the money needed along with a cloth bag to carry the items you were planning to purchase, "I think that's everything I need." you said to no one in particular as you got yourself situated.  

You made your way into the dimly lit corridor before turning around to shut the door behind you, but you pause as the sound of objects falling followed by a string of curses sounded as if it was coming from the room at the end of the hall... Shinjuro's room.

You stood there for a moment, contemplating between going to see if something was wrong, or just leaving and acting as if you heard nothing... You had just gotten into an argument in the man, and he sounded rather angry at the moment. Would he really want you bothering him, but then again, what if he needed help or even someone to talk to? You took a step forward, but a smaller hand grasping your arm stopped you, "Big brother told you not to bother father, right?"

You nodded slowly, not looking in Senjuros' direction and only straight ahead to the man in questions door. The boy then let out a sigh before letting go of your arm, "I know you're just concerned, but Father can have a temper...it's better to leave him be during moments like this..."

Your finally turned and took in the boy's sad smile, "I think I can understand that..."

As senjuro looked into your eyes, he could see the honestly behind your words, the pain that marked your being. He couldn't help but wonder why such a kind person like you held pain? He couldn't find an answer, as much as he wished he could.

It may not have shown in how you carried yourself, but it pained you not to reach out and help the man, just like how you could never help her... 'No, no- God (y/n)! This isn't the time to do this. Why are you thinking about her now?' You shook your head trying to rid your mind of the wretched woman before speaking.' "Let's head out, Senjuro. I have everything we need." You began walking towards the entrance of the flame estate, hoping that by putting distance between you and the Rengoku Patriarch, it'd be easier to get your mind on more pleasant topics.

"I'll need you to lead the way to the market, I'm not familiar with the area yet." You looked to your young companion who agreed. 

"Sure, I don't mind at all!" The young boy began to lead the two of you down the large street as you made pleasant conversation.

"The market isn't usually busy at this time, so we should be able to find everything we need without too much of a hassle." You hummed and nodded your head in response as the marketplace came into view.

It was surprisingly large, far larger than the one that belonged to the little town you grew up in. It also appeared to have a large array of products that ranged from food to accessories like jewelry.

"The stand that sells flour is this way." The youngest Rengoku chirped as you both navigated your way through the streets of the square before he suddenly froze in his tracks almost making you bump into him, "Wait, I want to stop here really quick!" Senjuro grabbed your hand and pulled you towards a colorful stand that seemed to sell art supplies.

As you approached the stand with your young companion, you noticed how the older woman who was in charge of the stands face lit up as you neared, "Ah, Rengoku-Kun, is that you!? It's been too long dearly! I've missed my favorite customer! We're about to get that shipment of origami paper in, I know you've been looking forward to it!"

"Ah, Toshi-San, that's good to hear! I'm sorry I haven't been by recently. I've been rather busy lately; I would have come by to see you sooner if I was given the chance!" Said Senjuro, with a very flustered appearance as he shyly rubbed the back of his neck, "This is my friend (L/N)- San, I'm showing her around town. " He cleverly changed the conversation when he noticed the older womans dark orbs appraising you.

"Well, any friend of Rengoku-Kuns is a friend of mine! So, you're new in town, Aye?" A friendly smile spread across her aged face giving her a youthful glow.

"I am. I got here last night." You replied with little expression in your voice, though woman hardly seemed to mind this, if anything it amplified her curiosity. 

"Oh, I see! What brings you to our town? Just passing through or settling down to stay?" While you knew the question itself should have been a simple one to answer, the honest answer could have been anything but simple. 

"I'm getting married." You tried to keep your responses short, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible, without seeming rude... you didn't want to think about how you didn't have a choice but to be here, right when you were just starting to feel comfortable.

The woman gasped before clapping her hands together in a silent cheer, "That's wonderful news! You must be so excited! Who's the lucky man, I may know him?"

In that moment, you wanted to take one of the paint knives on her table and ram it into your skull repeatedly at the irony, but refrained from doing so, as you didn't want to traumatize sweet Senjuro who was standing next to you still grasping your callused hand.

It wasn't that you didn't like Rengoku-San. He'd been nothing but kind to you since you'd met, you had no reason to hate him, but you really didn't know what to make of the situation. Only 48 hours ago did you learn you were going to marry him, you had to leave your old life behind, and now you're living with him? It was a lot to take in.

You take a deep breath and kept your expression schooled, knowing the woman in front of you had no way of knowing the complex situation you found yourself in.

"I'm engaged to Senjuro's older brother Kyojuro. He's currently away on important business, which is why Senjuro is showing me around in his stead." You found yourself saying a moment later, your calm and almost detached demeanor greatly contrasting the elder womans kind and open personality.

The woman seemed rather surprised at hearing of your engagement as she let out a small gasp and her eyes widened, "You're marrying Rengoku Kyojuro? I'd never thought I'd see the day where he'd settle down! The ladies will be upset when word gets out that he's no longer available." She off handedly added with a humored chuckle.

'Ladies?' Your mind could help but question before it hit you - of course, he had others interested in courting him, it wasn't as if he were an unattractive by any means, and then you pair that with his polite nature, how hadn't you thought of any of this before now?! Hell, you wouldn't have been surprised if he had someone he was interested in as well. Guilt began to fill you, 'Here I am wrecking everything... He could have been with whoever he wished if it wasn't for you (Y/n).'

"(Y/n), are you alright?" Senjuro's voice thankfully drew you from your unpleasant thoughts.

"Yes, I'm quite all right." You reassured quickly before the art supplies before you caught your attention once more. Toshi-San seemed to have a wide variety of supplies to choose from. Though the pencil set is what caught your attention. The labeling on it seemed to be in an unfamiliar dialect. The green colored tin reminded you of another pencil set you had owned as a girl. It had the same forest green tone and muddy brown labeling.

Your father had ended up saving an artist on one of his missions, and the artist had gifted him a pencil set to show her gratitude. He later gave to you said set because he noticed your interest in the arts, "It's a nice set, from France, I think? It'd be a shame to let it go to waste. I know you'll use it more than me." You remembered him saying when you asked if he was sure he wanted to give it to you, even at a young age you could tell the set wasn't for an amateur.

You were later heartbroken when your mother had taken it away from you after your father vanished, but now, before you, was a near identical set. It felt almost as if the fates had decided to show you some kindness after all.

You found yourself reaching out and flipping the price tag over only to pause once you saw the price. Your father hadn't been joking when he said they were expensive...

"Ah, those are imported from Europe." The lady chirped once she saw you looking at the price.

"Yes, they're from France, right? I think I've seen a similar set before." You let go of the tag as the lady smiled and nodded.

"I believe you're correct. If you want it, it's yours. Consider it a welcoming gift." Your head quickly shot up to look at the woman in disbelief.

"Thank you for the kind offer, but I have to refuse! I'm sure this set cost you a pretty penny. There's no way I could accept such an expensive gift." You wave your hands in front of you in refusal.

"Are you sure dear? It's really not that big of a deal it's used set anyway." You reassured and thanked the older woman for her generosity and ended up buying a medium-sized sketch book. 

"Well, it was nice meeting you (L/n)-San. Don't be a stranger now." Toshi-San gave you a kind smile as she handed you your change.

"Same to you. Have a great rest of your day. " You waved before walking off with Senjuro to continue the rest of your shopping.

-

It didn't take you long to gather everything you needed with Senjuros' help.

"Can you think of anything else we need?" You watch as the young boy looks up in thought.

"No, I think we got everything (y/n)!" You hum in reply before spotting a Kakigori stand. Senjuro seemed to follow your line of sight, "Oh, shaved ice! That's one of my favorite treats!" He cheered with enthusiasm practically radiating off of him.

You soon found yourself walking towards the stand, leaving the blond confused.

"Come on, Senny-boy, we're getting shaved ice." You turn around just in time to see the boy's face light up, and while you didn't show it (or so you thought-) you felt yourself starting to grow a soft spot for this young boy. Maybe it was because he was so friendly, or maybe because you saw a small part of yourself in him? You weren't for sure, but you supposed it didn't really matter.

As you ate your shaved ice, your mind drifted to the events that occurred earlier that day. You knew you couldn't avoid the Rengoku Patriarch forever, so the only other option was to apologize to the man, and while the idea of doing such a thing wounded your pride slightly you knew it had to be done.

"How do you like your shaved ice, Sen?" You look at the boys shaved ice, which seemed to already be nearly gone.

"It's really good! You made the right call having us stop here." You couldn't help the small smile that graced your lips, "Well if you'd like another, just let me know."

"Thank you, but I think one will be enough for me. I don't want to spoil my lunch." The boy said politely, as you nodded in agreement and continued to eat your sweet treat in a comfortable silence.

"Hey, (Y/n) can I ask you a question?" Senjuro asks after a few moments of silence.

"Yea, what's up, kid?" You glance at the boy who seems a little unsure of if he should proceed. Thought it seems after a few moments he'd decided to just ask.

"Not to be disrespectful, but why did you buy a sketch book if you don't have anything to draw with?"

You blunck and gave the boy an unreadable deadpan before you looked up in thought, "You know, Senjuro, that's a good question.... I don't know why I bought the book."

Silence hung between the two of you for a few moments before the youngest Rengoku gave you an odd look, "(Y/n) you confuse me..." you continued to stare at eachother for a few moments.

"I confuse me too." Senjuro snorted upon hearing this, and you smiled before playfully ruffling the boy's flame like hair.

"(Y/N), stop! You'll mess up my hair!" The boy wined while trying to swat your hand away. You eventually relented with a small laugh that Senjuro shared, showing you he didn't really mind. As you both took the final few bites of your icy treats, you noticed how more people began to fill the market and agreed to start heading back to the estate before more people filled the square.

The walk back was filled with light-hearted chatter as you discussed your ideas for dinner that night, what Senjuro wanted to do before dinner, and as you neared the house, the conversation topic switched to his elder brother, "Your brother loves sweet potatoes, right? Why don't we make some for him when he gets back?" Senjuro nodded at this before looking up in thought, "He does indeed... You know, before becoming a slayer, Aniue used to make baked sweet potatoes for dinner every night. I don't know how he can love them as much as he does after eating them so often?" You felt your chest tighten at the implications behind that statement that Senjuro himself didn't seem to realize.

'His innocence...'

"You can never eat too many sweet potatoes." You found yourself saying with a small laugh as you opened the shoji door, 'Must be preserved.'

You stepped through the doorway face absent of a smile as you made eye contact with the Rengoku Patriarch who was eyeing your bags.

"You went to the market?" His gruff voice broke through the silence.

"Yes, we left an hour or so ago." You move to the kitchen to put away the groceries you'd purchased without giving the man a second glance.

"Did you get any sake?" Shinjuro asked as he followed behind you into the kitchen.

"No, I didn't realize you wanted me to get any. Say, would you mind helping me put this all away?" The man seemed caught off guard by your request but wordlessly complied none the less.

"What would you like me to do (Y/N)?" The soft voice of the youngest Rengoku had your previously expressionless face shift into one with a soft smile.

"Hmmmmm, why don't you figure out what you want for lunch? You then can tell me, and we'll make it." The boy seemed confused at you not giving him an actual task, but excited as he ran off to look through the cookbooks.

"He behaved well for you?" Shinjuro suddenly asked as you both finished putting away the last of the groceries.

"Yes, he was wonderful, he showed me around town. He's a sweet boy. You should be proud; he'll be a fine man one day." You said with sincerity, as you shut the cabinet.

The man only grunted in response before shutting the doors of the cabinet after placing the last of his items on the top shelf. He went to walk away before something made him pause. You were confused when you saw his eyes narrow on the leather-bound book you'd purchased.

"You draw?" The man said as his unreadable gaze shifted towards you.

You were confused about why he cared, but responded none the less, "Yes, I haven't in a while, but I'm thinking about picking it back up now." 

The man only nodded before making his way out of the kitchen, but before he exited, he paused again, and without looking back, he asked, "How about calligraphy?"

"I wanted to, but the amount of ink needed to learn and do it was too expensive for my family to afford." You replied softy, trying to understand the enigma before you. You didn't understand why the man was taking a sudden interest in your hobbies when he'd seemed ready to take your head off earlier, 'Maybe he's trying to be polite after earlier?' If this was the case, you didn't see the harm in humoring his curiosity. 

The man stepped into the hallway, but not before letting out a grunt and a short, "I see."

As he walked away, you only had one thought, 'He's truly a confusing person to understand.'

You weren't left alone for long when Senjuro soon stepped into the room with a recipe card in hand, "(Y/n), we should make Nikujaga! What do you think?" (Meat and potato soup) The boy handed you the recipe and awaited your response as you looked over the card carefully.

"Well, we have everything we need, and there's a slight chill in the air, so I don't see why not."

-

You couldn't help the defeated sigh that escaped you as you looked out upon the shadowy terrain of the Rengoku estate. You'd long since finished cooking lunch, and most recently, dinner.

The Patriarch of the Rengoku family hadn't joined you and Senjuro for either meal. You didn't know whether to feel saddened that he wouldn't join his youngest son, or relieved that you didn't have to worry about irritating the short-tempered man further than you already had that day.

You needed time to think things over, which is what led you here, sitting on the Engawa staring into the koi pond with only the sound of crickets and your thoughts keeping you company. 'I still don't understand why I'm here. I know it's to marry Rengoku-San, but why me? There are surly more eligible women that Rengoku-Sama could have chosen for his son.' You didn't understand why Shinjuro wanted you specifically. You had nothing to offer, and he'd never seen you before. He may have been a drunk, but he wasn't stupid; He must have known that any high-class courtesan with training in the arts would have happily married his son, and have had far more to offer, but he chose you- a poor tea house worker with hardly a yen to your name, and no other redeemable qualities? You weren't stupid either. There was something you didn't know, so what was that man hiding, and how were you going to figure it out?

Kyojuro didn't know why he was here and not back in his room at the inn he had bought for the night sleeping soundly. He had finished this mission rather quickly and was given orders to leave for another mission at first light, but the thought of you, his father, demon slaying, and his future weighed heavy on his shoulders, so he found himself here instead.

Kyojuro's attention was drawn from his thoughts, and the stary reflections that painted the river to the flamboyant sound of laughter coming from his left. Was that who he thought it was?

"Rengoku! How flashy seeing you here, by friend! I'm guessing you had a mission in the area?" The man said with his usual dramatic flair.

Rengoku didn't need to look at the figure to know who that voice belonged to, "Hello Uzui, I wasn't expecting to see you here. Not that I'm complaining, it's always good to be in company of a friend." Rengoku turned to look at said man with his signature smile, which was returned before Tengen invited himself to sit with Rengoku at the river's edge. Rengoku glanced at Tengen noticing the absence of his uniform along with the absence of his wives, "The girls are not with you?"

The question, that was more of a statement was returned with a nod, "They aren't, the last mission was quite taxing, so I asked them to stay home and take it easy while I went to take care of misalliance things." Tengen paused before slapping the flame-haired man on the back, "So are you gonna tell me why there's an unflashy aura surrounding you, or you going to keep asking me about my beautiful wives? I mean, you won't hear me complain if the latter is the route you choose." The taller piller laughed at his own joke, which had Rengoku chuckling, "There we go- so what's up? I don't think I've ever seen you so troubled, it doesn't suit you."

The flame-haired looked ahead for a few moments, trying to formulate his thoughts. "Your marriage to your wives' were arranged, right? How did you feel when you were told to marry them?"

Tengen was a little surprised at the seemingly out of nowhere question, but wanted to see where the Flame Hashira was going with this, "Yes they were, well with Hinatsuru and Makio. Suma approached me first. I was originally meant to marry her sister. I had known Makio and Hinatsuru prior, so I was delighted to be marrying such capable women, and Suma had a unique charm, so I had no complaints there." The man explained before turning slightly, "Why do you ask?"

"I'm getting married. My father arranged it without my knowledge." Kyojuro said flatly, and Tengen hummed in understandment. 

"Ah, okay, it makes sense why you're upset. Do you know why he arranged the marriage? It's weird that he would spring it on you just like that."

The Hashira only shook his head, "No, he said to continue the family legacy, but I don't think that's the truth, or at least not the full truth. He's said himself that demon slaying is useless and that there's no point. Why would he out of the blue want me to continue the legacy? Why would he care? None of it adds up Tengen."

The two men then made eye contact and it seemed they came to the same conclusion. 

"Your father is definitely hiding something. How are you going to figure out what?"

"Indeed. I can't ask him out right. I think I could try and talk to (Y/N), though I think we're in pretty much the same boat in the knowledge department." The flame haired man looked down at the flowing water of the river below with a shake of his head.

Despite how unsure he felt in that moment, Kyojuro knew talking to you first was the start of solving what was being hidden from him.

Alright, were almost done with the 'Set Up Arc' of the story. Then we'll be getting into the juicy stuff! Just one or two more chapters. Fun fact: Toshi-San was originally going to be a middle-aged, unnamed man with a bar styled mustache who sold potatoes, but I just couldn't get the feel for his character. So, i changed it to an elderly woman who sold art supplies, as it fit better with a small plot point, I have planned in the future. edited: 8/4/23

Tashio Era Secret

Senjuro: Uhhhh, what am I meant to do?

Author-Chan(me): Idk-Just tell the reader a rumor or fun fact, I need to make up for not posting in forever!

Senjuro: Oh- uh, okay. Ummmm, I heard that Toshi-San had been a match maker in Tokyo before she became a vendor here in town.

Author-Chan(me): Wait seriously?!

Senjuro: Yea! She came here to live with her son during her retirement and decided to open up a stand. She's ran it since before Kyojuro was my age.

Author-Chan(me): Wow that is awesome!

Senjuro:Mhmm! Are we going to do this after every chapter now?

Author-Chan(me): Yep, you and other characters will! I might pop in from time to time!

Senjuro: I can't wait!

Author-Chan(me): I'm glad you're excited! And that was our Taisho-era secret. I wonder if Y/n and Kyojuro will be able to work together to find what Shinjuro is hiding? We'll just have to wait till next chapter to find out.

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[writingfool001]

Hiyah! Could I request headcanons for Leona and Trey and Jamil (seperately ofc) with a female s/o who is great at making Japanese food and snacks and shares them with everyone including their families?

Fem! S/O makes Japanese food and sweets

Author's Note: Everyone can be in the kitchen, not only women. If you think women only belong in the kitchen, then go away!

Pairing: Leona, Trey, & Jamil x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Female Reader

Leona

At first, he would be napping then get woken up by you to try something you made.

He would say that he's losing sleep because of you, but we know the truth.

One day while at Savanaclaw, you borrowed the kitchen and Leona was napping in his room. You were cooking up a storm as Jack came back from his workout and you offered to cook something since he was curious about your cooking.

Leona woke up to a savory aroma and followed it all the way to the kitchen to see Jack eating your food as you listened to what he had say about it.

The audacity of your friend/his underclassmen

He strolled over and rested his chin on your shoulder then opened his mouth, indicating to feed him.

You gave him some, but after that, Leona would hang around you more if you cooked and would buy you some ingredients or cookbooks you wanted.

He would taste test your food and tell you if anything was wrong with it.

Teases you that if he dies, it's on your hands.

He took you home and found you spending your time in the library as well as kitchen, experimenting or researching new flavors to use in your craft.

Its safe to say that Cheka enjoyed your food to the point he would always ask Leona if you made anymore yummy food whenever he sees him either when at the palace or visiting Leona at NRC.

Trey

The Cooking Duo

Trey would probably ask for your help when he tries to make Japanese sweets.

Totally just for the assistance, not to spend time with you.

Anyway, you two would spend time together in the kitchen, even fi you're cooking food while he makes sweet.

He would taste test in the exchange of you doing the same of his sweets.

Will give you detailed analysis about everything but will also give you simple feedback just to spite you.

You both do this to each other.

During break, he took some of your food home and within the week, he texted that your invited over during break if you weren't busy which you weren't.

when you asked him what suddenly brought this, he told you that his family ate the containers full of your food and were wanting to meet you.

You showed up to the house and was welcomed by a bunch of Trey's younger siblings. His parents told you that they wanted to sell your sweets as a holidays time treat in exchange that they'd pay you.

Agreeing, you help around the bakery and get to hear about how Trye was when he was younger from both parents and customers who've been around for a while.

Trey and you hardly had a moment by yourself without his family spying on you two.

Covered in flour at times? Yes.

When you leave, his siblings are holding onto you, not wanting you to leave.

Jamil

Another one where you two would probably have cooking dates.

Would be straight forward with you if you ask him to taste test your food.

You both you exchange lunches with each other for the other to have a taste of what you both made.

Safe to say, Kalim and Najma were fans of your cooking if you sent any home with him. He has to hide it from Najma, espcially if he brings some home.

Would suggest different flavors to use in your recipes.

Just don't give him anything date flavored.

Enjoys when you make curry and rice for him to eat.

I could see him refusing to share if someone asked to try your food from the lunch you made him.

When the Training camp is over, he is immediately happy when he realizes he can eat your food again without Vil breathing down his neck.

#twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #trey x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper #leona kingscholar x reader

[gomzdrawfr]

Gomz, I'm sorry as a fellow CNY celebrator I'm in desperate need of your cutie tang yuan tutorial 😭 (no pressure at all of course but yours is stinking cute and I can't handle it)

What’s up gaymers, it’s Chef Gomz speaking! Here’s how to make tang yuan(herein refer to as dough balls)

The base usually is made up of either one or two kinds of flour:

glutinous rice flour (tepung gandum, 面粉)

rice flour (tepung beras, 粘米粉)

Some people just use glutinous rice flour, which makes the tang yuan less QQ(spongy), for me though i like to add rice flour to the mix, a ratio of 3 glutinous rice flour to 1 rice flour is good (sometimes 2:1 is okay too, i dont measure accurately, just wing it PFT)

Your set up should include one big bowl for the main flour mixture, another bowl of warm water, and a few plates(to put the balls)

Mix in warm water into the flour mixture until you can form a rollable dough thingy, they should have the consistency of play dough

From there you can separate the white dough into several smaller dough and then add food coloring, i suggest using dry or gel ones, if u only have liquid one just bear in mind the inks are going to add dampness into the dough(if the dough mixture is too wet, add more glutinous rice flour), and also the inks are going to stick on your hands LOL

When you make the dough, it will eventually dry up, so to prevent this you can take a cloth/wet hankerchief to put it over the bowl to cover it, you can also use plastic sheet to cover the rolled dough balls

If the dough balls turned dry, you can dab it with water using your fingertips(thats why the setup has a bowl of warm water)

Once you finish making the dough balls, boil a pot of hot water/broth of your liking, then drop the dough balls into the pot. You’ll know the balls are ready when they float up.

Tips:

1. Some tang yuan i found online!

The first one with the red marble is just mixing white and red dough together its super simple

2. If you dont want to make individual dough eyes/nose/mouth as faces, you can use red food coloring instead. Take a toothpick, dab it on red food coloring and then paint it on the dough balls, example showed with this sad pompompurin:

3. Some recipes adds unsalted butter or oil into the dough mixture to prevent dryness and give the final tang yuan a shine on the surface, personally ive only tried it once with butter and it definitely works! But i dont do it cuz its just for bling purposes haha, I used about 3 tbsp of butter for a rough 150g of main flour

4. If you find it hard to remove the dough balls off the plate to boil it, you can put the dough balls on baking paper (one year we put it on A4 paper cuz we ran out…it works LMAO)

5. The soup/broth we usually drink is just simple ginger soup with brown sugar. If you want the soup to be sweeter, you can add red dates or longan(can bought ones are good enough). If you want the soup to smell good, we add pandan leaves too, tie the pandan leaves in knot and dump it into the pot to boil it.

I think that’s about it :3 give it a try and lmk how it turns out! I will apologize if the recipe comes out whacko lol cuz i dont measure the flours, i go by vibes PFTT (asian amiright)

Summary:

Glutinous rice flour, rice flour (ratio of 3:1 or 2:1), water

Optional:

Food colouring, butter/oil, pandan leaves, brown sugar, ginger

Have fun!!

#ask response #thanks for the ask <3 #gummmyspeaks #tang yuan #tang yuan recipe

[stiltonbasket]

hi!! since you’re the nielan master, could you do nielan in one of your universes where they end up happy? thank you <3

"Diedie?" a tiny voice whispers in Nie Mingjue's ear. "Diedie, wake up."

Nie Mingjue is still half-asleep, his consciousness lost in the strange, sweet twilight between waking and dreams where he knows and remembers nothing save for his husband's warm weight in his arms—but in spite of the early hour, the sound of his son's piping voice rouses him at once.

When he opens his eyes, he finds Jingyi's round face hovering an inch above his own, aglow with a grin that reminds Nie Mingjue so much of a young Xichen that he nearly forgets to breathe.

"A-Yi?" he yawns, through a mouthful of Lan Huan's sleep-rumpled hair. "What are you doing here, baobao? Did you have a bad dream?"

"I don't have nightmares anymore. I'm not a baby," Jingyi protests. "And A-Die, you were supposed to get up at mao shi to make Ba's birthday breakfast! It's already past chen shi now."

Nie Mingjue reaches up to stroke Jingyi's chubby cheek. "Then I'll get up now, A-Yi. But you ought to go back to bed, because little buns like you should still be asleep at chen shi."

"But Ba's going to wake up before you're done cooking breakfast, so—"

"Your Ba is tired," Nie Mingjue chides, sliding out from under his husband's arm. "He might not want to get up until noon, so we still have time to make breakfast."

"I guess," A-Yi says doubtfully, crawling up to sit on the pillows beside Xichen's head. "But meimei might wake him up early, so I'll stay here and keep watch while you cook."

Mingjue laughs and kisses the top of his son's head before making his way to the kitchen. His heart sings at every step, though this is now hardly worth noting—for that heart has not stopped aching with happiness since the day he and Xichen declared their love for one another, some seven months after their wedding; and its song has only grown sweeter in the passing years, beautified and strengthened by every moment he spends with his husband and children.

He goes to the pantry in the kitchen for rice flour and eggs, and then to the garden for scallions. Nie Mingjue will have to make a simple breakfast today, since Wangji and Wei Wuxian claimed the privilege of arranging a birthday lunch for their entire extended family: and he has little time besides, so he mixes dough for scallion pancakes and prepares three oiled bowls for steamed eggs by the time Jueying begins to fuss in the bedroom.

"Yingying, don't jump!" Nie Mingjue hears Jingyi yelp. "You can't even walk yet."

At that, Nie Mingjue drops his pancake dough and runs out into the receiving room, where he finds baby Jueying crawling toward him on all fours with Xichen's forehead ribbon trailing behind her. Somehow, she had managed to make her way out of the bedroom alone.

"That's my strong Ying-bao," Nie Mingjue says, laughing at the resounding slap of Jueying's tiny fists striking the floorboards. "Should A-Die pick you up now?"

The baby shakes her head and crawls right past him into the kitchen, where she takes refuge under the table with one of Wangji's pet cats.

"Bu," she crows, delighted by the sound of her own voice. No was Jueying's first word, closely followed by Ba, for Xichen and Mingjue both; and since Yingying has rarely left her parents' sight, no is still her favorite thing to say.

Strange though it might be, Mingjue adores his daughter the most in moments like these, where she furrows her small brows and refuses to listen to her well-meaning elders; for it is then that he remembers that he and Xichen brought two tiny people into the world, with precious little minds and spirits of their own. Jingyi's mishaps and misadventures, Jueying's stubbornness, their shared passion for baked sweets and dislike of anything flavored with lemon—all of it came from the love that shaped Mingjue's very life, from the day he first laid eyes on Lan Xichen twenty-six years ago.

If it were any other day, Nie Mingjue would have abandoned his preparations for breakfast and returned to his husband's side, unable to keep away from him any longer; but Jueying has already fixed her beady eyes on the heap of chopped scallions, so Mingjue rushes over to placate her with a biscuit before cooking the eggs and fried pancakes.

"You can't eat these before they're cooked through," he tells her, watching the baby nibbling away at her biscuit in the safety of Xiaolongbao's wicker basket. "They might make you ill, baobao. But after your first birthday, you can eat anything you like."

"You musn't say that, A-Jue," a soft voice laughs from the doorway. "Ying-bao might take you at your word, and then where will we be?"

Nie Mingjue's poor, ever-hungering heart crowds up into his throat.

"Xichen," he breathes, holding out his arms as his husband comes running to meet him. "What are you doing up, sweetheart? I thought you would sleep for another hour."

"Without you in the bed beside me, Mingjue-xiong? I've been awake since chen hour," Lan Xichen smiles, leaning up to kiss him. "I would have liked to sleep a little longer, but I missed you, so here I am."

He kisses the tip of Mingjue's nose, and then:

"And Yingying crawled away with my mo'e," he says, perplexed. "Where is she, my love? Wasn't she with you just now?"

A high-pitched squeal rings out from beneath the table. "There she is," Nie Mingjue says fondly, as Lan Xichen drops to his knees on the floor and gathers Yingying into his arms. "We ought to feed her soon, or she'll try to eat Xiaolongbao's fur again."

With Xichen's help, the last preparations for their meal are completed in quick succession; and before long, all four of them are sitting around the table instead of underneath it. Jueying sits in Lan Xichen's lap, chewing bits of scallion pancake into pulp between mouthfuls of soft steamed egg; and Jingyi takes the little chair between his parents, so that he can lean against Nie Mingjue's shoulder while he eats.

For his part, Nie Mingjue sits with his arm about Lan Xichen's waist, and tries not to weep at the sight of his husband and children eating the breakfast he had made for them.

Surely such happiness is too dear for mortal men to know, he thinks dizzily. Just six years ago, a life with A-Huan and the little ones would have been beyond my wildest dreams, and yet—

Where was I six years ago? Nie Mingjue wonders. He and Xichen were twenty-five and twenty-three when the war broke out, and each of them had celebrated a birthday in the midst of the Sunshot Campaign; but neither occasion brought them any joy, for the beginning of another year of life in such straits could not help but remind them that they might not endure long enough to see the end of it.

Nie Mingjue had nearly died at the Nightless City, and if not for Xichen's skill in healing, he would have been stricken down by a qi deviation in the days after the last battle.

That would have been all right, Nie Mingjue reflects. He knows Lan Xichen's mind and heart as well as he knows his own; for Lan Xichen by far the stronger of the two of them, and he would not have succumbed to grief if Mingjue had left him that day.

"Perhaps not," Lan Xichen says now, reaching backward to hold Nie Mingjue's hand. "What you said when Jingyi was born—that is, what you said you would do, when you thought the worst was coming—I would not turn to such a course, but if I lost you—"

His grasp upon Mingjue's wrist grows tighter. "There would be no joy in this world for me from that day forth, though I would never seek to depart from this life before my time," he says at last. "You must know that, Mingjue-xiong. You must."

Nie Mingjue presses his lips to his husband's forehead.

"I know," he says thickly. "I know, my A-Huan. Happy birthday."

#mo dao zu shi #the untamed #nie mingjue #lan xichen #nielan #prompt fill #thank you for this prompt it was delicious ouo #my fic #this is set in the life in love's exchange verse btw #about five-ish years after the ending of the main fic #this is lxc's 30th birthday #life in love's exchange

[verdantcrimson]

Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 6

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[A few days later, on the day of the show filming.]

Keito: …Hm? Anzu, did you come here to watch the shoot?

Keito: You have my gratitude. Today’s shooting was only possible thanks to you, Anzu. Thank you.

Keito: You say that you’re ‘looking forward to receiving something in return’? Naturally, I’ll return the favor somehow.

Keito: Well, it’s nearly time for filming to begin. For now, I’ll express my gratitude by making the best Valentine’s day wagashi possible.

Keito: Yes, do look forward to it.

Rei: “Greetings, everyone~♪, ‘Gourmand Fragrance’, the cooking program that shows you simple sweets that you can make and enjoy at home, starts now~.”

Rei: “Since this episode is a Valentine’s day special, the four of us plan to make adorable Valentine’s chocolates.”

Nazuna: “The simple sweet that we’re going to show you how to make this time is a kind of wagashi called nerikiri!”

Nazuna: “Wagashi and Valentine’s day are a strange combo, don’tcha think?”

Keito: “However, wagashi are still a kind of sweet at the end of the day, and nerikiri is quite aesthetically pleasing.”

Keito: “You can even make heart-shaped nerikiri. It’s a cute wagashi that’s perfect for Valentine’s day.”

Kuro: “Some people say it’s hard to make, but it’s surprisin’ly easy.”

Kuro: “Hasumi danna over here ain’t used to makin’ sweets, but he still managed to whip up a delicious batch. ♪”

Nazuna: “Well, experience is the best teacher, so let’s get cooking!”

Rei: “First, put the glutinous rice powder in a heat-resistant bowl and add water.”

Rei: “We’ll leave that step to Hasumi-kun, our beginner cook, just to show you that newbies can make this dish too. ♪”

Keito: “Yes. Firstly, we’ll measure out our rice flour and water.”

Rei: “Be sure to follow the recipe properly. Or else, you may end up with dough so hard that it’ll break your teeth.”

Keito: “Don’t make fun of me all the time, you’re incorrigible. However, like you said, we do have to be cautious about the measurements.”

Keito: “Thirty grams of rice flour… Phew, alright. Water is… Sixty grams.”

Keito: “Mm? There’s not enough water. Just a bit more…”

Keito: “Ugh, there are twice as many grams this time. Incorrigible…”

Rei: (He’s pouring water in and out repetitively. It’d be easier if he made adjustments using a smaller cup...)

Rei: (Hasumi-kun is struggling quite a bit to make these sweets. It’s a far cry from his usual self.)

Rei: (His fans will surely be happy to see this new side of him. ♪)

Keito: “... Alright, I’ve set aside sixty grams. Let’s move on to the next step.”

Keito: “Add half of the water to the rice flour… Ah, I see. So do I have to divide the water in half?”

Keito: “I should’ve measured out the halves separately in the first place… The method I used was just bad!”

Rei: “Now now, calm yourself, Hasumi-kun. A slight error is no cause for concern. There should be no issue if you just eyeball the measurements.”

Keito: “Personally, I’m not a fan of the ambiguity of measuring by eye… Is this around the right amount?”

Keito: “No, I think I poured too much in. There’s only ten grams of water left!”

Keito: “Guh, I knew I should’ve measured it out properly...”

Rei: “Oh dear, this battle might drag out for longer than expected…”

[After that incident, the cooking progressed smoothly…]

Nazuna: “♪~♪~♪ Alright! We’re done making the nerikiri paste!”

Nazuna: “Look, Kuro-chin! I dusted a bit of cocoa powder to make it brown! It’s cute, right?”

Kuro: “Yup. The chocolate color is perfect for Valentine's day.”

Nazuna: “Right~? But now comes the most important part of nerikiri making.”

Nazuna: “Wagashi are all about appearances! What kind of shape should I give them to make them look fitting for Valentine’s day?”

Nazuna: “There’s white paste and brown paste… I’ve got it!”

Nazuna: “Shape it into a ball, add some ears, and then use a chocolate pen…”

Nazuna: “And I’m done! Have a look, Kuro-chin, It turned out so cute!”

Kuro: “A white and chocolate-colored rabbit, huh? It’s exactly the sort of wagashi you’d make, Nito. ♪”

Kuro: “Oh, and if ya look closer, it’s got a heart-shaped tail. Ya did great with the details.”

Nazuna: “Eheheh, right~! That’s a discreet little detail I added. If it was just a rabbit, it wouldn’t be Valentine’s themed after all. ♪”

Nazuna: “What about you, Kuro-chin?”

Kuro: “Me? Well, I kinda made ‘em without worryin’ too much about Valentine’s, but I settled on makin’ a couple of flowers for now.”

Nazuna: “No, wait, aren’t you a little too good at this, Kuro-chin!? These white and brown roses are practically blooming!”

Kuro: “Haha, the stick used for craftin’ was kinda like a sewin’ needle once I got used to it. It felt a bit like makin’ clothes and ended up bein’ surprisingly fun.”

Kuro: “But, I still gotta figure out a way to add a Valentine’s touch to it like you did, Nito.”

Kuro: “Got it. I’ll try makin’ the next one with heart-shaped petals. ♪”

Nazuna: “Ooh~ Kuro-chin, you’re amazing! I won’t be outdone by you though!”

Nazuna: “I’ve still got a lot of leftover ingredients to work with, and I’ll come up with a whole bunch of ideas for Valentine’s nerikiri. ♪”

Rei: (Hm… Seems like Kiryu-kun and Nito-kun’s wagashi-making is going smoothly.)

Rei: (And I was wondering about what would happen to Hasumi-kun at first too, but—)

Keito: “...Yes. Look, Sakuma. I was able to shape it into a cute heart.”

Keito: “I can make nerikiri that suits Valentine’s day too. ♪”

Rei: “Kuku, indeed. It’s a wonderful wagashi that wouldn’t be shameful to serve up in the slightest.”

Rei: “I won’t be beaten by everyone else either. I shall make wagashi worthy of being the star of Valentine’s day as well. ♪”

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[xiaonyc]

Xiaobabys complete guide to be a baddie in the kitchen ₊⋅ 🔪 ‧₊˚✮★

Background ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ This is a guide for girlies who cook or want to cook for themselves and their loved ones regularly. This is what works for me. And its constantly adapting. Cooking is not just WHAT you eat, its the whole process from thinking of what to make to washing the dishes ...AND feelin cute and powerful at the same time.

I wont go into depth about exact foods or nutritional value, this is more for the PROCESS u can apply to whatever you eat.

Step 1: Lookin cute and feeling like a domestic queen

★ Wear a cute apron, not only protects your clothes but really gets you in the mood for cooking, and house slippers since the tile floor is cold

★ Make cute recipe cards, i find cards easier than a notebook because i can put them up with magnet

★ Make a cute menu for the week on a whiteboard on the fridge like its your own little restaurant. At the top you can put something like, Xiaobaby's patisserie or Xiaobaby's kitchen, name it something fun and encouraging (i dont do this bc my fridge is not very visible, but i think this is such a fun idea ^_^) edit: i did this today and can verify its very cute 👍

★ print or write down recipes when you can. Or buy a cookbook. Its reaaly tough to use phone and cook, esp with wet hands

Step 2: Think and plan

Over time it will get easier, but to start ive found it helpful to write a plan down. This includes:

★ make a weekly meal plan

I plan to cook 6 days usually and 1 day is take out/lazy day

simple meal days: of the 6 days, I include at least 1 very simple meal (usually pasta for me, but this could be frozen meal, etc), but you can do more to your needs

for each day, I cook 1 main meal with leftovers for another meal. (Usually lunch, with leftovers for dinner. you can do dinner with leftovers for next day lunch) The rest is filled with simple meals (oatmeal, smoothies, snacks) i dont follow the 3 meals/day, personally. Sometimes its more sometimes less.

Of course you dont have to follow it exactly, but it helps to make sure you have enough food for the week

★ make a grocery list

Separate into:

pantry staples (things you can stock up on, need to get less frequently) such as oatmeal, pasta, rice, flour, cereal

basic seasonings (for me: salt, pepper, soy sauce, vinegar, brown sugar) you dont need much to start, as you cook more, you can add more seasonings

everything else once you have the previous two, you just need to focus on fresh ingredients and snacks

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Tips:

╰✩ use 1 ingredient in multiple ways (ie broccoli flowers for one meal, stem for a stir fry)

╰✩ pick simple recipes to start, searching up recipes can be daunting. I honestly think simple tastes better. For anything you want to cook, search "simple" or "easy" in front of it. If cooking for family, ask what they want to eat.

╰✩ adapt recipes, make them your own! Don't be afraid to substitute ingredients or omit them completely

╰✩ pick a theme each week to make use of all your ingredients and not waste food

╰✩ don't buy an ingredient for one recipe that you will never use again (such as a spice), it will go to waste. instead substitute it with something you will use or omit it completely. If you decide to get it, look up other recipes that use that ingredient

Step 3: cooking

★ Prep before cooking

prep all veggies and meats first (give yourself at least 30min)

★ Minimize dishes

Remember, everything you use you have to clean

minimise hard to wash utensils like whisks and use fork or chopsticks instead (ie to whisk eggs)

use less pots/pans, which i find the most annoying to clean by cooking consecutively in 1 pan instead of having multiple pots going at once (Ex. Cook pasta, drain it, then cook sauce in the same pot) or cooking one pot meals

Step 4: Cleaning dishes

★ Wash as you are waiting for things to cook, only if its something that you dont need to keep an eye on!

★ Wash cutting boards and anything wood immediately after eating to prevent mold. If i am tired, I just wash anything wood, and leave everything else for later

★ Soak dishes you are not going to wash immediately

★ If you leave some dirty dishes, its ok, but it is best to wash dishes before you have to cook again, it makes it so much easier to cook when you arent digging through dirty dishes for utensils you need, or a spatula. It really breaks the flow and makes cooking more difficult and time consuming

★ If you find you are leaving a lot of dishes, think of ways to streamline your process! Its all a learning and growing experience so don't be too hard on yourself

Step 5: Celebrate your wins, continue learning

★ be proud of yourself! This is something difficult especially if you are feeding many mouths. Don't be too hard on yourself,

★ build confidence, at first i was very sensitive because i cook for my family and didnt want them to think i am a bad cook, so i couldnt take criticism well, but now i cooked so many meals and the tasty meals far outweigh the not so tasty ones that i honestly forget about it. Also i am way more confident in my skills after having done research and writing down recipes, it all gets easier with practice

★ love yourself, want to nourish your body, so that you can nourish others ♡

all photos are not my own, from a very fun anime ^^ <3 love this show sm. hope you enjoyed this guide and happy cooking ♡ let me know how it goes!

#xiaobabyguide #home cooking #becoming that girl #it girl energy #it girl #girlblogging #self care #cooking #dream girl #self love #girl #homecookedmeals #home chef #homemaking #self growth #self help #self improvement #womanhood #girl power #domestic queen

[tea-with-eleni]

oh right.

if food is too much trouble.

I just.

don't eat.

which is not great.

the solution is to have ingredients for, like, three easy recipes on hand that I know take almost no time, taste good, and contain nutrients.

my current favorites are

lemon zucchini chicken pasta (make a simple sauce by melting about two tbsp of butter with equal quantities flour and letting cook until a blondish hair kinda color, then whisk in your milk and bring nearly to a boil before letting it simmer till THICC. While it's doing that, boil your pasta and brown your zucchini and chicken (not at the same time! also ground chicken is cheap and easy to use here). Once those two are done, combine them in a pan and add some garlic -- powder is fine, I usually use freeze dried. Pour your sauce over the chicken and zucchini and add a small handful of parmesan cheese, about half a lemon's worth of juice, and all a lemon's worth of zest. Stir in the pasta once it's done. )

shwarma bowl (turmeric rice, some kind of meat cooked with shwarma spice blend, tomatoes, optional cucumber, and a drizzle of thinned sour cream with garlic powder and a wedge of lemon for both flavor and garnish)

mushroom pasta (chop up a container of mushrooms of your choice, two green onions separating greens from whites, and about a fist's mass of tomato(s). Cook meat if desired in a skillet with a little oil -- ground turkey is good, chicken is also good. Set meat aside and cook the mushrooms with a little more oil in the same pan used for the meat. Once they're brown, add onion whites and two tbsp of butter, two tbsp of flour. Cook til the butter is meltered and the flour is incorporated. Add milk to cover and maybe a tbsp of cream cheese. If you have it, add about a tbsp of mushroom stock concentrate or use mushroom stock to thin the sauce -- it'll need it -- and a small handful of parmesan cheese and garlic to taste. Cook til it looks like sauce, then add your tomato and pasta and stir to combine. Truffle powder is a good addition, so use it if you got it.)

chicken pot pie is also good but it takes longer. These all, I've timed it, take about half an hour. They contain vegetables in a way I'll actually consume them, and aside from the pasta amounts (you want about 6oz for two servings, 7oz tops or it will not fit in a small-to-medium skillet!), the butter-to-flour and the rice-to-water ratios (you want 2/3 as much rice as water) nothing is very measurement-picky.

so.

my weird brain will not let me stick to any kind of routine for long, which is why I have meal box delivery stuff, but hopefully reminding myself that these are options will ensure I like. actually eat food.

which is apparently something I am kind of bad at doing, especially since I have kind of a weird schedule as part of my new job.

[kirnet]

What’s your favorite soup recipes? Your post about making a ton and freezing it may or may not have just saved me lol

yes absolutely!! im glad it might be helpful! i make a cabbage soup all the time that ill write out a bit later that’s really simple and filling! the most recent one i made was adapted from this post. I make this one with bacon AND diced chicken and it’s so divine, but it takes a lot of steps and requires a blender so it’s not as fatigue friendly, but worth trying if you have the energy!

other than that unfortunately i dont really use recipes. I mostly will just use whatever leftover I have on hand and add it to stock, like leftover rice, veggies, meat, pasta, etc. soup is great for me bc you can really just throw in whatever is about to go bad as long as it works with the flavor profile you’re going for, and if you’re already comfortable with cooking then it’s the same principle. if you can’t make your own stock than just use the store bought stuff. Use frozen veggies too if you dont wanna worry abt produce going bad. Also im lactose intolerant and have celiacs so i use almond milk instead of milk and cornstarch instead of using flour as a thickening agent, but it always turns out really good! if you’re not then adding some splashes of cream/milk and some melted cheese on top of different soups will probably be really good.

Del Real Foods has these precooked and preseasoned packages of different meats that you can use too if you have anxiety abt raw meat or you dont have the energy to do a full recipe. A lot of the time I’ll use their chicken and just throw that in with some chicken stock, whatever veggies i have like carrots or potatoes or celery and some hunks of onion, and then finish with some rice or pasta for a quick and homey chicken soup! :D

cabbage roll soup

- one onion

-preferred amount of garlic (i usually use 3-4 cloves)

- a whole cabbage

- about 4 cups of broth or stock, two of those cartons you buy at the store

- 1-2 cans of tomato sauce depending on how much you like tomatoes

- pack of ground beef or turkey

- cup of rice

- a healthy splash of balsamic vinegar and some spoonfuls of brown sugar optional.

You can do this all in a big pot so you dont have to worry about multiple dishes! sauté your onions until translucent and season with salt and pepper, toss in your garlic cloves for like 30 seconds and then throw in your meat. brown that then throw in your tomato sauce and stock. chop up your cabbage and throw that in and also toss in your rice. add the vinegar and some sugar to make it a little more tangy and deep, but it works fine without it. then just bring to a boil and wait until your rice is cooked and your cabbage is tender! its really easy to double this recipe or just add more rice to make it more filling. I’ve frozen this plenty of times to it freezes and reheats well!

#hopefull this is helpful!! #ask #anon #also flavor and spice are good for you and all food has nutrients so pack it with the spices and veggies and cheeses and whatever will be #good to your tastebuds!!

[confusedbyinterface]

Gaylede

"I mean, yes, we do have a gay lead, but I'm not sure what that has to do with this bowl."

Of course I had to try some for myself. I looked up the recipe:

Take Almaunde Mylke & Flowre of Rys, & do there-to Sugre or Hony, & Powder Gyngere & Galyngale; then take figys, an kerue hem a-to, or Roysonys y-hole, or hard Wastel y-diced and coloure it with Saunderys, & seethe it & dresse hem yn.

I soon found a much easier to follow recipe by SCA member Lady Bronwyn ni Mhathain:

Simple enough! Here's my own process

4 cups/1 litre almaunde mylke (mine was sweetened)

Half cup flowre of rys (I used glutinous rice flour, ymmv)

As much hony as fits on a wooden spoon

1 1/4 teaspoons powder gyngere

bit over half a teaspoon galyngale

1 cinnamon stick

dash of cinnamon powder

1/4 teaspoon vanilla paste

Step 1: Procure the ingredients. Do your usual shopping and realise you forgot the almond milk in the line. Rush back to the dairy section. Buy some bread at the bakery, and some galengal powder and rice flour at the asian supermarket.

Step 2: Pour the almond milk into a pot with a cinnamon stick because you like cinnamon and the shops don't have sandalwood. Add in some more cinnamon and the vanilla paste because it tastes nice.

Step 3: Wait for the almond milk to simmer. Get frustrated that it's taking too long and just add in all the other ingredients after about 10 minutes

Step 4: Notice the glutinous rice flour is forming clumps and realise you should have used regular rice flour or added it in more slowly. Break it up with a fork for a while until it looks more manageable

Step 5: Give it a taste, decide it needs a bit more ginger

Step 6: Finally it starts to boil. Keep stirring it until the texture seems about right

Step 7: Put it in a big mug. Chop up a bunch of bread for yours. Watch @kitstacean put progressively more fruits in hers

Step 8: Delicious

All in all, a great success! I like the texture the glutinous rice gave it, but you might prefer it with regular rice flour. The big problem is my gas stove is a bit crap.

#misericorde #gaylede #medieval cooking #Youtube