#that’s like calling macaroni spaghetti

[lokis-army-77]

A request for you: hugging best friend!Eddie and he pops a boner. Do what you will with this information. - @munson-blurbs 💚

Recipes for Romance

Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 2.1k

When your best friend comes home while you're cooking dinner and something happens. . .

Warning: 18+. Oral (m receiving), gagging, choking, masturbation, cum swallowing

Thank you @munson-blurbs for sending this in.. I do believe this is the best BJ I've written 💗💗.

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It's funny how love happens. One minute you're friends with someone and then the next, you realize something fundamental in your relationship has changed. No longer were you childhood best friends living together in a small, two-bedroom apartment trying to make a place for yourselves in this world. Now, you were childhood best friends who live together but one of you has an unrequited crush on the other. 

Simple chores around the house and just hanging out with one another have turned into something more domestic on your end. You could see yourself coming home to him so easily. 

Really, what would change if you were to tell him? Nothing, other than he would kiss you when you came home instead of only giving you a hug and asking what was on the menu for dinner that night. 

That's where you were tonight. In the kitchen, chopping up ingredients for dinner like usual, thanks to Eddie's lack of expertise in anything other than pizza rolls and microwavable macaroni cups. If it had been left up to him both of you probably would have starved by now. 

It was nearing eight when Eddie strolled through the apartment door, guitar slung on his back and an amp being hoisted up in his arms. Oh, those arms. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, perfect for the summer heat and showing off the delicious-looking veins that protrude from them. 

“Hey, Eds!” You call out to him. 

He grumbles out, “Hey,” in response, and fumbles with his things all the way down the hallway behind you, to your right, and into his room. 

It’s a few moments and chopped cilantro later that you hear his bare feet padding back to where you are. 

“How was your day?” The question comes out smoothly, without a thought, because you had been asking him this same thing forever. 

“Good," he answers. “I’m exhausted.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing dinner's almost ready, then you can go to bed.” You move about the small rectangular kitchen area with the grace that comes with knowing the area like the back of your hand. 

You’re stirring the warming spaghetti sauce so that it doesn’t burn to the bottom of the pan when you feel those same bare arms you had been lustfully gazing at only a short while before reaching around your hips. You stop, freezing your movements to focus on how not to let Eddie feel the racing of your heart. 

His chin rests on your shoulder and his hair tickles your neck. “Smells good,” he mumbles. 

You blush. You know he’s talking about the food but you wish he were talking about you. It was always nerve-wracking for you when he got clingy like this. Knowing you couldn’t just relax into him how you wanted. Having to hold yourself back from turning your head and giving him a peck on the lips. 

Eddie continued to watch you cook, nuzzling his nose deeper into the crook of your neck. You were hyper-aware of his lips on your bare skin and you were even more aware of growing hardness pressing against your ass. 

Your face heats up even more as you think to yourself, ‘Why god? Why do this to me?’ It’s a struggle to keep stirring the food when all your attention is focused on your best friend's dick. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, the movement has Eddie humming into your neck and making him harden even more. 

One of his hands unwraps from around you and grips your hip. You can feel his breathing becoming more labored as he struggles behind you. 

You reposition yourself once more, this time pushing back into him just a little. Eddie can’t catch the strangled moan that flies up from his throat. 

“Fuck.” His lips move across your skin like a hot branding iron, saying your name breathlessly. 

“Eddie?” You question innocently. 

“Hum?” He replies. 

You push the saucepan back onto a cool part of the stovetop and turn the once-in-use eye off. 

“Are you…” You can’t bring yourself to say it out loud, but he knows your silent query. 

It takes him a moment to say anything. He swallows hard and nods. “Yeah. Shit, I’m sorry.” He squeezes your hip with his large hand and begins to back away. 

“Wait!” Your voice is louder than you had anticipated it to be but the urgency in it stops Eddie before he is fully separated from you. “Eddie, wait,” you say much softer this time. 

He stops, the tips of his fingers barely touching you. You turn around in his light hold, eyes staring up into his. Your heart is beating a mile a minute as you say, “I can help with that y’know.” 

Eddie sputters, seemingly choking on air. “W-what?” His face blushed a deep red and it flushed all the way down his neck.

Taking a breath, you try and calm yourself down. Those six words can’t be taken back now, but why would you want to do that anyway? The thought of his hard cock filling your mouth was the only thing running through your mind and now that a chance had arisen, you were going to take it. 

“I said,” You trail your hand down down down until you are cupping him over his jeans. “I can help with that… Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Eddie’s eyes go wide and he opens and closes his mouth like he’s trying to find the words to say only to be left mute. Instead, he nods his head, letting his curls cover his face. 

You turn your bodies, pushing him up against the counter, and with less practiced grace than moving about the kitchen, you begin to undo his pants. His breath catches and he looks away from you for only a moment when your hand dips past the waistband of his pants. 

“Oh god-” He swallows. 

Ever so slowly you begin your descent to your knees, taking his pants and boxers down with you. The sight left before you makes your mouth water and your legs clench. He looks painfully hard, the tip flush and a bead of pre-cum pooling at the slit. You ached to run your tongue over the vein protruding down his shaft, you needed to have his balls in your mouth. 

So, that’s what you do. From base to tip you lick a fat, wet strip up him. His hips jerk forward, one hand caught in your hair, and the other holds on for dear life to the edge of the counter. You lick again and again, over and over. 

“Fuck-,” your name falls from Eddie's lips in a whimper. That sound had your stomach flipping and your pussy fluttering. You needed him to do that again.  

You start to pepper kisses along his shaft, ending at his head and giving it one big smooch before opening and taking him into your mouth. 

Eddie tugs on your hair at the first experimental suck that you give him. You can't help but moan at the slight pain. Taking him a bit more you suck again, gentle and with little force. 

"Ah-." There it was, that whiny sound. 

You bring your hand up to wrap around the length of him not nestled in the warmth of your mouth. Giving him a firm squeeze you begin to move. Up and down, up and down. You follow your hand with your mouth. 

The hot and tangy taste of him spreads across your tongue and pre-cum just dribbles out of him. Really, it makes you salivate, it makes you wet. And what really turns you on is knowing that this is your best friend. This is the guy you've known since forever. The guy you never thought you would ever be doing this with. 

It made you hungry for more, needy, and unsatisfied. You dip your head further down, lips meeting your fingers at his base.

"Oh God. Oh fuck." Another strangled whimper followed by the prettiest grunts and groans. Your other hand, resting on Eddie's thigh, could feel how his leg tensed with every suck, with every nudge of the back of your throat. Then he jerked forward again. His cock buries deep into your throat.

You choke and gag around him, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth and falling down your neck. Tears sting in your eyes but you let him thrust into you. 

Eddie says your name like a prayer. It flows from his lips in a melody only for you. He’s got your hair fisted in his hand, fingers digging into your skull. Your own fingers dig into his strong thighs. Then, he lets you go and you pull away fast for air. A string of drool connects your lips to his cock. 

“Eddie,” You say as you look up at him through thick lashes and heavy eyes. 

“Mmm.” He hums, head falling to the side. 

“You taste so good. Want you to cum down my throat.” 

He looks down at you in such a way that you think you can see something other than love for a friend. Something more potent, something like what you feel for him. It makes the breath catch in your lungs. 

Eddie releases his grasp on your hair and smooths his hand down and onto your cheek. His thumb rubs light circles into your skin. You lean in more, scooting closer to him on your knees, ignoring the numbness in them. 

The cheek he isn’t touching rests on his thigh and you continue to look up at him as you take his cock fully in your hand and start pumping. 

Eddie bites his lip but that doesn’t stop the moans. “God damnit, baby…” 

He’s never called you that before. Sure a pet name here and there, sweetheart or something of the sort, but never baby. The name had you aching with need and it only took a few more high-pitched whimpers from Eddie to have you shoving your other hand down your shorts. 

You were drenched, wetness pooled in your panties and around your fingers as you swiped them through your folds. You trail your lips down to his balls and kiss them before sucking one into your mouth. 

There is a moment when you think Eddie is going to fall on top of you. You feel his knees buckle and his feet shuffling to keep himself upright. 

You let go of him with a pop and then take the other into your mouth, warming him and running your tongue over the skin. 

“Fuck fuck fuck. Baby- mmm,” Eddie can’t keep quiet and you don’t want him to. The louder he is, the more it encourages you. 

After a few more pumps of your hand, you move your mouth back to the tip of his cock and take him deep. This time when he hits the back of your throat, you don’t gag as bad but tears still swell in your eyes. You let him buck his hips into you, following his rough pace with your hand as you rub your fingers into your clit. 

“Gonna cum baby, fuck gonna make me cum. Such a pretty mouth." Eddie blubbers. "Fuck I love you, baby. Gonna fill that mouth up. You gonna swallow all of it, baby?"

You hum around his cock at his words. Heart beating faster and safer as your own orgasm begins to come forward. 

With a hand buried in your hair again. Eddie pushes you down onto his cock, nose pressed against his abdomen and drool spilling down your chin. You feel him twitch and watch through tear-rimmed eyes as his head falls back and his mouth hangs open. Eddie lets out the most lewd-sounding moan as he releases his sticky, hot cum down your throat. 

You swallow and swallow, consuming all that he gives you. Your hand still works between your thighs and in a gush of pleasure, you can feel your release dripping over your fingers. 

Pulling away from Eddie, his cock now softening, you catch your breath. You move to sit more comfortably on the floor and lean your forehead on Eddie's left knee. 

"Wow…" Eddie heaves out. "That was- that was fucking amazing." His grip eases in your hair and then he's adjusting himself back into his pants before sitting on the floor with you. 

"Look at me?" He asks. You're avoiding eye contact with him, embarrassment of the actions and words just exchanged flooding through you. 

"Sweetheart, please look at me." He pleaded.

That name had you looking timidly through your hair. Those big, brown eyes caught yours and in that moment you knew that another fundamental piece of your relationship had changed. 

No longer was it two childhood best friends living together with one having a crush on the other. No. It was now two childhood best friends who loved each other in every way, who were once too scared to say anything lest they break up the friendship. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader #bestfriend!eddie munson

[catharusustulatus]

Steddie Drabble, TW: child abuse.

Initially, Wayne doesn’t care for Steve. Calls him “the Harrington boy” or “Richard’s son” with contempt, asks if “Richard’s son” is coming over for dinner again and Eddie just rolls his eyes and says “yes, Wayne, STEVE is coming over at 7.” Wayne doesn’t like him because…well, he’s not stupid to judge a book by its cover, he thinks.

But the fifth time Harrington comes over, he brings a bouquet of flowers, and Eddie, well, his cheeks are redder than the spaghetti sauce Wayne’s been stirring, so that’s something.

And then the sixth time Steve comes over, he brings Wayne a Garfield magnet. It’s small, “found it at the thrifty mart with Robin, I’m sorry it’s not brand new…” Steve mumbles, and Eddie is wide eyed and smiling, and Wayne LOVES Garfield. He puts it on the fridge, pats Steve on the back, says “um, thank you son.”

They fall into a pattern, the three of them. Steve comes over for dinner every Friday night after work. He dresses clean and is polite to Wayne, helps with the dishes, sometimes brings bread rolls or licorice or beer or jokes. Eddie starts setting the table. Wayne starts laughing at the jokes. After Steve leaves, Wayne knows Eddie smiles himself to sleep. It’s different, now.

And then the next time Steve is supposed to come over for dinner, he doesn’t show. Eddie had been making macaroni and cheese all evening, grating the cheese carefully as he bopped his head to some metal song, cheerful, and then it was 7 and then it was 8 and then Wayne thought “maybe call him, Ed.”

Nobody answers. When they call again, nobody answers. And Wayne has a bad feeling about it.

It isn’t until almost 11, dinner cold and Eddie pacing, about to radio someone named Robin when Steve’s car pulls up, they know the lights so well. They run outside to greet him and Eddie freezes when Steve starts falling out of the drivers seat, face dark and pained. Wayne jumps into action. Wayne catches Steve and hauls him into the trailer, his living room, and oh god, he’s covered in bruises like he was put through Eddie’s cheese grater, and oh god, Eddie’s broken out into tears behind him.

Steve’s left eye is swollen shut, and his face is purple and bloody. His lip is split and his hair is wild, his shirt is torn, and Wayne wonders what’s underneath the shirt as he gets the first aid kit, wonders how the hell he thought Steven was anything other than an angel.

Eddie gets a dish towel wet in the kitchen and cleans Steve’s face, quiet and crying, and Wayne sets the first aid kit down next to Eddie and makes some coffee. He thinks about talking, doesn’t. Touches the Garfield magnet for good luck. He feels like maybe Steve needs it.

Steve who is holding Eddie’s wrist as he cleans him up, wincing and crying from his good eye. Finally, after a silence that gives Wayne heartburn, Eddie sits back on his heels and says whisper quiet, “your dad?”

Steve gulps, blinks. “My uh, my dad. I was writing you uh, uh a love note.” Eddie looks over at Wayne. Wayne wipes his brow. “But uh, he found it, and your name’s not uh, Edith” Steve lets out a chuff, winces again. “So he asked what was going on, and I told him. I told him. And then he said I had one minute to take it back or he’d make me take it back.” Eddie lets out a small gasp, more like a howl, and sits completely on the floor. Wayne sits down at the table, cold mac and cheese looking like a sick joke. And he’s so mad. Wayne is so, so mad, seeing this young man who so obviously loves his pride and joy, shares in his pride and joy, who brings him apples to make apple pie, he growls out

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Steven, not one thing. You stay here long as you like, hell, don’t leave. We got you, boy.”

And that’s that. Steve crumples in on himself, and Eddie pulls him into a big hug, just holds him, rocks him, coos “a love note, huh, sweetheart? For me?” And Steve nods until he nods off.

The next morning, while Robin takes care of Steve, Wayne and Eddie break into Steve’s room, clear out everything he owns, and slash his dad’s tires. That was Wayne’s idea - the least he could do for a loved one.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #wayne munson #I just am obsessed with Wayne being like who is this snotty rich kids oops I adopted him #Wayne and Steve forever #also Steve gives me huge scared of my dad vibes #so I just feel like if he came out he’d be beat up #tw: abuse #but I also think that if Steve was hurt #Wayne and Eddie would be like oh yeah? death to you #anyway idk #I just love them your honor

[five-miles-over]

For All Time, It Was Always You

Chapter 2: Mrs. Laufeyson

A/N: Thank you everyone for all of your positive comments! I really appreciate it, and hope you'll like this little continuation from the suburbs AU inspired partly by Wandavision.

Summary: After Loki leaves for work, you explore your new house and try to fit in with this world that feels too perfect to be real.

Pairing: Loki x Wife!Reader

Warnings: None really. Talk about 'traditional' gender roles. A surprise cameo. And silliness.

You waved goodbye, standing at the doorway as a black Chevrolet Bel Air departed from the house with Loki in the driver's seat. And like the doting wife that he thought you were, you blew a kiss in his direction.

When the car disappeared from your line of sight, you meandered into the sea green kitchen and filled a steel kettle with water, letting it sit on the stove the way a hen sat on her eggs. While the kettle grew hot, you searched the cabinets for tea bags,…and anything else that might help you understand this new, suburban world. A world in which you were the newlywed wife of a TVA employee who shared a name with the Norse God of Mischief. 

Next to a box of Earl Grey Tea was an entire section of the cabinet dedicated to biscuits of various brands and flavors: chocolate Hobnobs, Jaffa cakes, McVitie's digestive biscuits, shortbread, Bourbon cookies, and Oreos. At least three, unopened tubes of Oreo cookies. Were all of these sweet treats for you, or for your - you couldn't believe you were actually using this word - husband?

With a shrug, you grabbed a tube of the Oreo cookies, ripped it open and started eating them one by one. Holding the blue wrapper in one hand, you continued searching through the other kitchen cabinets. 

You found nothing but flour, brown sugar, white sugar, spices, marmite, extra virgin olive oil…, and two jars of strawberry jam from the same brand for some reason. And then, something next to a box of spaghetti caught your eye. A cookbook, with various pages dog-eared, titled Delicious Recipes For All Time, Always.

You blinked, carefully taking the book from the shelf. For All Time, Always? That's a weird title to call a cookbook…, a vague title as well. Inside the cover was a handwritten note, scribbled in blue pen.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Congratulations on the wedding, Mrs. Laufeyson! Loki's a lucky guy.

-Mobius M. Mobius

So that's who Loki was talking about at breakfast. He mentioned cancelling plans with someone named 'Mobius'. Someone who was making him watch tedious videos at work today. 

Jumping to the dog-eared pages of the cookbook, you came across various recipes: poached eggs, blueberry pancakes, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti bolognese, green bean casserole, Cumberbatch pie, curried chickpeas in coconut milk, angel food cake with strawberries and cream, chocolate mayonnaise cake…

Whiiiiiiieeee!

You whipped your head over your shoulder and immediately silenced the kettle's whistle, turning off the stove. Damnit, you went looking for tea bags and found yourself exploring everything except tea bags. Shaking your head, you shoved an Oreo into your mouth and opened the box of Earl Grey tea bags. 

Then, you opened a cabinet filled with plates, bowls, and cups, grabbing a white ceramic mug for your tea bag. On the top shelf of the cabinet was a pastel blue gift box. While the tea bag steeped in hot water, you reached for the box using a chair as a makeshift stepping stool. Inside the gift box were two mugs labeled 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.' in gold calligraphy And like the cookbook, there was a handwritten note as well. 

For all the mornings you'll have together. Congratulations to you both, Mr. and Mrs. Laufeyson! May the years ahead be filled with lasting love and happiness.

-Jeremy, Joyce, and Bill Hazeldine

With a gasp, you quickly closed the box and put it back on the shelf…only to open the box, taking another peek at the note. Mrs. Laufeyson...you underlined those words with your fingertip. Taking a deep breath, you put the box back on the shelf for good, promising to never use those mugs unless you were with Loki. 

By this point, the tea was hot enough to be enjoyed but not scalding that it would burn your throat. You took a sip, relaxing in its warmth, holding the mug with both hands. "Mrs. Laufeyson", you repeated to yourself. You looked down at your left hand, the emerald ring still on your middle finger just the same way it was this morning. 

After you finished drinking your tea and scarfing down the rest of the Oreo cookies in the container, you wandered into the living room. It was just across from the kitchen, a pastel yellow room with white bookshelves containing all kinds of hardcover and paper cover works. One would probably need an entire decade just to finish reading all the books kept inside the living room. You tilted your head and wondered which of the books were your husband's choice. But before you could sit down on one of the couches, you heard the doorbell ring.

"Who is it?" You asked, fixing your hair. 

A light, female voice came from outside. "It's Joyce!" As you made your way to the front door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in mirror hanging in the hallway. Your hair was miraculously styled, and you were wearing a cute set of pajamas…It almost made you stand still for a moment just so you could admire how desirable you looked. No wonder your husband was so lovey-dovey this morning.

The doorbell rang again. Putting on your best smile, you dragged your feet towards the door and opened it. 

Standing outside was a thin, middle-aged woman -presumably Joyce - with a bowl cut hairstyle, wearing a light blue shirt and straight-leg jeans. "Oh hello, dear. So good to see you again!" She gave you a warm smile and a hug, rocking you in her arms.

"Good to see you too, Joyce." You politely reciprocated her hug and let out a small laugh. "Thank you again for the mugs, they're lovely."

Joyce placed her hands on your arms for a moment, looking up at you. "I haven't seen you both since you came back from your honeymoon. Oh, look at you…" She marveled, "Married life seems to be treating you well."

"Thank you so much," you looked down, deciding to be as demure as possible, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions about the honeymoon. "I…I couldn't be happier, Loki is so sweet to me." When your eyes met Joyce's, you touched the back of your neck. "I…He makes me feel like the luckiest lady in the world, Joyce."

Joyce quietly laughed with you. "You remember my son Bill, right?" Towering over Joyce was a lanky teenage boy with golden curls, blue eyes, and the face of an angel. He wore a grey t-shirt, worn-out jeans, and beat-up sneakers. 

You reached out to shake his hand. "Of course I do," you lied. "Hi, Bill."

"Afternoon, Mrs. Laufeyson." Bill greeted you with a smile that could make London light up during a blackout. "Congratulations again."

"Thank you." You placed your left hand on your heart, showing off your wedding ring just a little. "How are you, Bill?"

"I'm alright, thank you." Bill nodded. "I've been working with the church, teaching Sunday school. Thought it'd be a nice way to spend my summer after my first year of college."

"That's very thoughtful of you."

"Thank you. I thought it would be good for my theology course to do something like that," Bill admitted before reaching into one of his jean pockets, procuring a small blue velvet box. "Actually, I have something for you, Mrs. Laufeyson." 

You covered your mouth in disbelief. "Oh, Bill…"

"Please, take it." He extended the box to you. "I bought it for my former-girlfriend Jewel." Blinking, you gingerly accepted it, running your finger along the lid. "Former girlfriend…You broke up with her?"

Joyce intervened, "He had to do it, dear. She was nothing but trouble."

"I'm so sorry."

 "No, I'm sorry." Bill shook his head. "I bought it for her a long time ago, but I suppose it was never meant to last. But, I really want to give it to someone. Please, consider it a belated wedding gift, Mrs. Laufeyson."

You smiled, opening the box to find a sterling silver bracelet. Simple, yet elegant. "Thank you, Bill. I'll treasure it. If you ever want to talk, or just stop by for some tea, the door will always be open for you."

"Thanks, Mrs. Laufeyson," he graciously said. "And I hope Jewel finds someone else who'll make her happy."

The three of you stood quietly outside your house before you spoke up. "Joyce, would you and Bill like to come inside for some tea?"

"Not today, dear. I'm so sorry, Bill's coming with me to do some errands. And I'm sure you might need to catch up on some sleep after such a busy honeymoon." Joyce teased you a little with the last bit. "Might only be a matter of time before you and Loki get a visit from the stork."

You laughed, looking down again. You remembered how Loki hugged you from behind this morning and teased you with the idea of "finishing what you started on the honeymoon". Almost instinctively, your free hand rested on your stomach.

"We should have dinner sometime, Loki and I would love to have you over, we can catch up," you blurted. Joyce enthusiastically agreed and said she and her husband would love that.

"Tomorrow night," Joyce promised. "Would seven-thirty be alright?"

"Absolutely!" You nodded, already imagining how to tell Loki when he came home from work. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"See you tomorrow." Joyce and Bill waved goodbye as they climbed into their car and drove off. 

Something ached inside you as you watched them drive off, maybe because it reminded you of the way that Loki drove off this morning while you stood at the doorway waving goodbye. As you closed the door once again, you pondered over going out tomorrow, even if it was just something as small as a mid-morning stroll while Loki was out. But for now, there were other things that needed to be done.

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[nostalgicfun]

Love is stored in the food.

My dad always made a huge deal about my mom's cooking.

He would come to see us for the weekend and she'd make him lunch and dinner, he'd bang his fist on the table, he'd make comical MMMMMMs like he was in a commercial (albeit a very corny one), and declare that he was taking home the leftovers so nobody could have seconds (which was, of course, a joke, and he'd actually encourage everyone to eat more).

As I was growing up, if I didn't like something we were having for dinner, he'd tell me "Did I ever tell you what I ate in the Gulf War?" or "Did I ever tell you I carried one spoon for six months in my sock?" and, in a nice, fun, dad-like way, tell me I should appreciate my mom's cooking.

One of the last times I saw him, I made a joke that I could make him spaghetti, but it wouldn't be as good as my mom's because I didn't have the practice.

He told me that of course it would be just as good, because he loves me, and therefore he loves my cooking, and he would take all the leftovers home and eat all of it even if I made him weeks and weeks of spaghetti and it all turned green.

I believe him.

I got older and got my own place, and began cooking for roommates and friends and coworkers and significant others. I wasn't a very good cook because I didn't have any experience at all outside of boxed macaroni and spaghetti since my mom didn't allow me to cook—which is another story of its own.

So yes, I started cooking and baking, and no, I wasn't good at it. Many of my meals were (and, let's be real, still are) "flops." I'm notorious for burning—incinerating, truthfully—things, overcooking things, adding too much or too little seasoning, yada yada. That doesn't stop me from loving cooking and baking, though.

But there's a problem, and there has always been a problem since I started using a kitchen of my own, that what I make goes to waste. Entire cakes sit in their cake-keeper until they mold. Leftovers of dishes I made for other people turn to liquid in their containers. Brownies turn to gray rocks, spaghetti turns so green not even my dad would have touched it.

Shortly after I got my first apartment, I lamented this to my father, who was by then living overseas. I told him that I had, like my mother, love to bake, but no one to feed it to. Even with roommates, it rotted. I couldn't eat two dozen cupcakes myself.

I received a phone call a few hours later.

It was from my dad's best friend.

He drove an hour for cupcakes. I'd never seen him smile so broadly as he did when I went running out to his truck with a big container of cupcakes in my hands. They were pudding-filled, I told him, something I'd never tried before. Yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting and vanilla pudding. Boston cream cupcakes.

My dad's friend came back once a week until he moved a short time later. He posted pictures of my "delicacies" on Facebook. I made him cheesecakes, cupcakes, quick breads, muffins.

And of course, spaghetti.

And he told me about the spoons he and my dad carried in the Gulf War.

Years went by and I got better at cooking, but there was still something wrong. My food—homemade food—wasn't eaten unless I put it right in front of a person and basically said "eat." If I set my food out at a work potluck and left the room it would go untouched. My family scoffed (and still scoffs!) at anything I make for them for reasons unknown to even me. My friends and roommates ate what I put in front of them, but left overs never got eaten of their own volition, cookies continued to mold in their tins.

I stopped baking.

Later when my dad returned to the country for a funeral, he went straight to my mom's house. She made him coffee and cheesecake and spaghetti, and he raved and raved and raved about all of it just like he used to.

We stood outside that night while I let the dogs run around.

"She makes terrible coffee," he told me unprompted. "Bitter. But she always had it ready for me. I never asked for that. She just started doing it one day while I was getting ready for work. I'd never had that before. It was the sweetest thing ever, back then."

Her cheesecake was too sweet for him sometimes, too. And she made her chili, one of his favorite dishes right up there with spaghetti, too spicy for his liking.

But she was cooking for him. She was doing this for him. And his reactions made her so happy. My mom loves when people enjoy her food, everyone who's ever met her knows this. "Even when she made absolutely rancid stuff, which she does sometimes," he said, "she's doing it because she loves us. And we love her, too. So I drink the coffee."

I took up my dad's mantle of "theatrics" at the dinner table for my mom. She smiles the same every time.

I've become a much, much better cook as I've gotten older.

I've also, with age, learned the difference between selfish love and unselfish love, and how you can so easily tell this difference when you make someone food. Empty compliments made in hopes it'll win the compliment-giver brownie points (pun not intended but appreciated). Say it's good, but the leftovers are molding in the fridge and the muffins are untouched in the break room, still. My family who side-eyes my dinner contributions with thinly-veiled distaste.

I started making friends recently. New friends from new places, friends who aren't anything like me.

I joined a writing club, too.

On a whim, I baked cupcakes for our meeting.

When the meeting was over, arguments ensued over who got to take the cupcakes home. I handed out paper plates and cling wrap. Everyone left smiling. Everyone left with a cupcake (or two) in their hands. Each time we meet, now, they ask me when I'm next bringing cupcakes.

A coworker came to sit in my office the other day. She's new here. She lamented not having a Red Lobster in the area, that she craved their biscuits because she and her mom used to go get Red Lobster on Thursday nights.

I went home and made her Cheddar Bay biscuits. We sat in the break room eating them and laughing and making up stories about people we saw from the window below. When lunch was over, she took her biscuits home in an ice cream box we found in the freezer.

I started dating a new guy last year. My dad introduced us on his most recent visit. I was smitten. He was smitten. We did the silly little activities kind-of-young people do while dating: walks in the park, going out for ice cream, watching a movie, attending a trivia night.

I don't remember now how it was relevant to the conversation at the time, but at one point it was mentioned that neither his mother nor his father nor his step-mom ever cooked. The whole family always ate out. At home they'd have chicken tenders and Hungry Man dinners.

The next week, I invited him over for dinner. I was nervous, super nervous. I was so scared it would go the way it always goes, with no comments at all other than "thanks it was good," which almost always means, in the experiences I've had, "that was mediocre but nice of you I guess."

I made him a big rack of ribs. I called my mom to make sure I was doing it right, like, three times.

When I put the ribs down in front of him, he was smiling a familiar smile. A "did I ever tell you about the spoon I carried" smile.

He took one bite.

He set down his fork.

He got out his phone and video called his dad to show him the dinner.

I haven't stopped cooking for him since.

When he has to leave after a weekend together, he goes to my fridge and rummages through the leftovers not unlike a racoon and asks "can I have this?" "are you going to eat this?" "can I take some of this home?"

He always leaves with a Walmart bag full of little Tupperware containers, and hot coffee made without asking.

And when my dinners are "flops," when they come out burnt or too salty or not salty enough, he doesn't lie or give me beloathed empty compliments.

"The worst dinner from you is still better than the best dinner from Door Dash."

I bake him cakes. He sends me snapchats of him eating them. I make him muffins, and he takes them to work in a lunch box and taunts his coworkers with them. He arrives to my place in the wee hours of the morning and asks "what did you make for dinner tonight, is there any left, and how fast can I microwave it?" We go to a social potluck at the place where we met and he points to the banquet table and says "look, that guy's getting some of your meatballs. I bet they're almost all gone." A friend's wife puts one of my cookies on her plate. He points at something behind her that isn't there at all and steals the cookie off of her plate. He smiles at me.

Love is stored in the food.

#this is the Grimace Bf btw! same guy #the hardest toughest people in my life have always been the most unselfish and the most genuine #I want to write a whole analysis of that #anyway I think about this all the time and have wanted to start writing little stories so here have a little piece of me <3

[heavenlyyshecomes]

Cha chaan teng means ‘tea restaurant’ in Cantonese (cha canting in Mandarin) but these places are much more than that. There is one in Shanghai, hidden on a quiet street that splits off from chaotic Huahai Zhong Lu. The neon sign hanging in the window, “茶餐厅”, spills pink and green light onto the wet pavement. There is always a queue, and you will always have to share a small table with people you don’t know. The walls are a pale greenish-brown, with retro screens of yellow and blue glass tiles separating smokers from the non-smokers. It’s like stepping into Chungking Express, Wong Kar Wai’s film set in 1990s Hong Kong, with its cool palette of jade green and soft aquamarine. When I first saw the film I recognised the colours instantly, and the way the characters always seemed to be looking at each other through a haze of steam and city smog. At the back of the restaurant, where plates of food arrive clattering from the kitchen onto steel counters, the shelves are stacked with tins of condensed milk, Bovril, soup and packets of instant noodles. The menu is what you might call ‘Canto-Western’ or, as it’s known colloquially, ‘soy sauce Western food’. When Hong Kong was a British colony, cha chaan tengs emerged as a cheap option for those wanting Western food, which was usually only available at high-end restaurants. As a result, here are all the wondrous comfort foods of my childhood somehow listed on a single menu: fried noodles and fried rice, soy sauce chicken and roast goose, pork buns and fried wontons, along with spaghetti, macaroni, tinned soup, corned beef, sandwiches and toast of all kinds. Peanut butter toast, sugar toast, condensed milk toast, and Hong Kong-style deep-fried French toast.

—Nina Mingya Powles, Tiny Moons: A Year of Eating in Shanghai

#nina mingya powles #Tiny Moons: A Year of Eating in Shanghai #words #2023 reads #mine #food

[waspcup]

uhh!! things to talk abt .... hm u could assign bugs . to characters/ppl u like , or what's the last wikipedia page u remmeber opening ? is there any movie adaptations u like better than the source material ?

last wikipedia page Well yesterday i went on a grand tour of the entire 'types of pasta' wikipedia page and ended up on a wonderful journey reading full wikipedia pages of such things as 'macaroni and cheese' 'macaroni' (the pasta shape) 'gnocchi' 'su filindeu' 'Barilla (company)' 'passatelli' 'comfort food' 'cascatelli' 'capellini' 'spaghetti' 'spaghetti alla chitarra' 'linguini' and such things. for example did you know that in 1983 a car designer invented a new shape of pasta shaped like an S with a little circle in it designed for Maximum efficiency (sauce absorbance, eye catching etc) and it had like a crazy fanccy launch but it failed miserably because the company barely sold it anywhere and also it cooked badly because the shape was too weird it was called marille

as for movie adaptations umm the only one i can think of off the top of my head rn is httyd. im sure there are at least a couple others but i cant think of any atm

#haii:] #wasp answers

[bones-barlow]

I Made Battery Acid Spaghetti (Don't Make Battery Acid Spaghetti)

A thing to know about me is that I have a very strong, very regrettable weakness for awful hybrid junk food. Icee-flavored Oreos, Sour Patch Kids ice cream, Cheetos macaroni and cheese, the list goes on. Combine this with a slight contrarian streak, and perhaps it was inevitable that I would eventually try "Battery Acid Spaghetti".

You've probably seen the post. Sour rainbow gummy candy, peeled into long thin strings and submerged in cheap energy drink to create a vile little concoction, invariably followed by a crowd of people saying "don't do this". Ever since the original post broke containment and started to circulate on Reddit, there was always a little voice in the back of my head telling me to try it. However, the mere mixture of gummy candy and energy drink was never enough to push me over the edge.

No, the real kicker was when the post re-circulated through r/CuratedTumblr last week, and one user commented:

Now THIS got my mind working. I don't like Mountain Dew, but the grocery store where I do my shopping carries a variety of energy drinks in a variety of flavors, including a brand called "Ghost". Ghost in particular has several flavors that taste like types of candy: Swedish Fish, Sour Patch Kids, and, most relevant to this post, Warheads. Unable to resist the siren song of garbage food-adjacent-substances that are bad for me, I made a few purchases and concocted the infamous little brew. For science, you understand.

After peeling some Airheads Xtremes into strips and pouring a Sour-Green-Apple-Warheads-Flavored-Energy-Drink over the top, the thing I immediately noticed was that the drink did, in fact, slightly solidify. Through some chemical reaction, a thin white film formed on top of the 'broth' almost immediately, and it was solid enough to fish out bits of it with a fork. There was no going back from here. I wasn't going to back down or let my hard-earned money go to waste. Chow time.

I wasn't entirely sure what to expect in terms of flavor. Airheads Xtremes and Warheads are both sour, of course, but there's sweetness to both, and Ghost mimics their candy flavors nigh perfectly. The combination should probably be similar, right? Well, yes and no. The candy itself retained most of its sweetness, the sour crystals having washed off and dissolved into the Ghost. The drink was where most of the sourness went. These were expected. What wasn't expected was a third flavor: bitterness. The sourness of the candy and the drink was diluted through the sugarfree liquid and made something that was honestly kind of unpleasant to taste. What was more, once most of the candy had been finished, the liquid left had acquired a noticeable tint:

The Ghost wasn't quite colorless, but there was only a slight amount of coloration to it. With the candy having soaked in it for a bit, it had turned a sickly, cloudy shade of yellow. This did not help the flavor, and I only drank about half of what was in this picture and ended up pouring the rest of it down the drain, along with the remainder of the can of Ghost (totaling about half of the drink). From creation to completion, it took about 20 minutes.

Even this wasn't the end. The whole thing left a distinct stickiness in my mouth, and even after rinsing and gargling with warm water and eating some actual real food, it still isn't quite gone. This, when combined with my generally low tolerance for caffeine, has left me in an unpleasant and headachey funk.

So, what can I say I learned from this experience? Well, I may have set my expectations a bit too high. The perils of hyping oneself up, I suppose. I was not in terrible pain, my teeth didn't rot out of my head, and I certainly don't think I'd be able to use this stuff to mimic an actual battery. Nevertheless, I have come to the following conclusion:

Don't do this.

#my posts #battery acid spaghetti #reddit refugee #curatedtumblr #im not using my food tag for this. this is not food.

[universalradioshow]

Hello there! New listener here. A question for the hosts: whats your favorite kind of pasta?

"Okay okay. Are we talking type of pasta, like the shape? Or we talking pasta dish?" Akemi clicks her tongue, and you can almost see her waggle her pointer finger at the microphone. "Details, dear listener!"

"We can always answer both, so we don't have to make you call back in and clarify. Phone bills can be expensive, especially with the economy nowadays..."

"Forget that for now! We're here to talk about pasta!"

You hear a thonk as something hits the microphone before Akemi clears her throat. "I like long pastas! Spaghetti, angel hair, fettuccine, et cetera. They're just so fun to slurp, and you can absolutely use chopsticks for them if you're too lazy to find a clean fork."

Jazz laughs at her answer. "You're insane! Eating Italian pastas with chopsticks? And I thought using chopsticks to eat chips out of the bag was weird enough for you."

"Hey! At least I don't let my food go cold by sticking elbow macaroni on the prongs of my fork!"

"H-hey! You weren't supposed to tell the listeners that!"

"Aw, too late!"

You heard Jazz sigh and grumble something under their breath before they collect themself. "Apologizes for that, dear listeners. While we're on the topic of pasta types, I enjoy elbow macaroni and shells. Though if these count, I'm particular towards stuffed pastas. Things like ravioli and tortellini. Especially if you put them with a tart tomato sauce or a creamy white sauce, then sprinkle some cheese on top...ah, I'm getting hungry just thinking about it."

"Now for pasta dishes --- "

"No, no. I can't start talking about pasta dishes when I've already made myself hungry. I don't want the microphone to pick up on my stomach growling. Imagine how embarrassing that'll be!"

You hear a stifled giggle and a quiet, "Cute."

"Say that to a mirror next time, alright?"

"Based on your face, I don't think I'll have to."

"Oh you..."

#listener #raining13 #Thank you for the call! #Also HI RAIN! /positive and lighthearted

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: The Quest for Pizza

No matter where in time and space you are, foods that taste like home make life so much better. There are a lot of American comfort foods that might be replicable in 1600s Northeast Asia, if you knew what you were doing. Off the top of my head, some classics include: apple pie, mac and cheese, jambalaya, spaghetti, hamburgers and French fries, and pizza.

Apple pie would be one of the easiest to pull off. Pastries are pretty much a thing everywhere you’ve got wheat flour, sugar’s available, and apples can be found all over given they went in both directions down the Silk Road, travelers knowing a good thing when they bit it. A little cinnamon for spice would be the most expensive part, but it’d be available; the spice trade is up and running all over the place. Give a local cook a good description, or ask for some kitchen time, and a slice of hot apple pie is entirely possible.

Mac and cheese should also be possible, though you may have to get a bit more creative. Noodles, definitely available. Macaroni or shell-style? That, you would have to describe a dough press for. Or just get flat fettuccini-style noodles and go with it. It’s probably easier to get yogurt than milk, but you can get cheese... if you’re in a northern area influenced by the Mongols and related tribes. So, if you’re in or around Manchuria (named for the Manchus), you’ve got it. It won’t be cheddar, not unless you wrangle that off some English traders, but actual water-buffalo mozzarella is a possibility! And if you like a little chili powder to add a hint of heat? So long as it’s post-1520s, you’re in luck. The Portuguese brought chilis along in their galleys. We can date chilis in China to somewhere between 1520-1550s, in Japan by the 1570s, and they were widespread in Korea by 1614; likely brought over by Hideyoshi’s invasion of 1592-1598.

Which leads us to jambalaya. Chilis, meat, rice, sausage, basil, oregano, garlic, onions, cilantro, and a lot of recipes call for tomatoes. Garlic and onions are ubiquitous in Eurasia; oregano and coriander (cilantro) are also in Asia, and basil’s originally from India. Tomatoes... yes, they would be there, European trade brought them in the 1500s too. But most people thought they were decorative, not so much food. You can get them. Convincing other people to eat them might take a bit.

With all those ingredients, spaghetti should be a given. Mangia!

Hamburgers and French fries, though - likely not. Oh, you can do ground meat, ketchup, and pickles, but potatoes didn’t historically get to China until almost the very end of the Ming Dynasty, brought by the Dutch right as the Manchus crashed the party and created the Qing Dynasty. Korean relations with the Manchus were touchy. Which might explain why Korea historically didn’t get potatoes until the 1800s.

But the trickiest of all would be pizza, at least if you like the classic ham, onions, green peppers and cheese. There’s some disagreement on exactly when bell peppers (almost no heat) were created from chili peppers (varying degrees of heat). Jefferson may have encountered a variety in the 1800s. But most people trace them back to Hungary in the 1920s. That’s right, green bell peppers in the 1600s would be historically inaccurate.

...I can guarantee you if Jason ever gets back to modern Earth, he’s raiding a seed catalog. Pizza!

#colors of another sky #worldbuilding #history #chinese history #korean history #food history

[suncakie]

Macaroni | Camilo x gn!tired!reader

Warnings. College Au, Fluff, Comfort, strangers to friends(?) Camilo is ooc(?)

Notes. I thank @sweetaeyoung for the character idea fhdidbskns Camilo is probably still ooc since its my second time writing him but it is what it is

You have been focusing on your studies for months, not giving yourself a break, one night you just gave up and played around, that's when you saw a dim light shining through your curtains.

Tired.

You were mentally and physically tired, somehow the work you were doing earlier came into a blind eye.

You banged your head on the desk to wake yourself up while shifting to rest your chin on the desk, rubbing the tiredness away, your eyes shifted to your written work to the clock.

It was a quarter pass eleven. Its not even that late to be this tired. Well, as a night owl yourself it's still pretty early.

You groaned lazily spinning on the chair you sat on before abruptly stopping, a bright light caught your attention in your closed up window.

You opened the curtains and looked over the silhouette across your own. It's on the east wing, a much more high class dorm yet very expensive.

The shadow seemed to have the time of its life, dancing around the tune on what seems to be blasting music which you fortunately can't hear.

Unfortunately for you, it abruptly stopped and ran towards a different direction, did it see you? It couldn't, their curtains were closed and was blocking the view from the outside.

Well, I guess that's it for a break I guess. Moving the curtains to be in a very presentable position, you looked across to you once more.

To only see another pair on what you assumed was brown eyes starring back at you, a smoking pot in his hand and a fan on his other.

Was he cooking at this hour? What could be possibly be so important than sleeping that he decided to cook.

He ran off somewhere, to a table you assumed because he ran back to the window empty handed, wait no, its a balcony.

Curse high class rooms treating dorm systems like an airplane flight.

You looked at him confused and conflicted, oh wait it's the same thing I think. Anyway. He grinned at you and made a hand motion towards you—is he calling you?!

He ruffled his hair and grabbed his phone, showing it to you as if you could read whatever it says this far– oh wait you can, It looks like the text was sliding with maximum brightness on the gadget.

Inviting you to come to his dorm and his dorm number, of course you wouldn't go, it was past eleven and very late, plus the way to go there was across the halls, more likely you could get caught by the night shift guards walking around the campus this late at night.

That's what you would of said if you want to continue doing your homework.

"Do you prefer tomato or carbonara sauce" the curly head turned to you, mixing what you think was the pasta sauce.

You looked at him, and starred at the pot, it didn't seem like you had an option anyway, whatever was in the pot was already cooked and you just believed he asked you that out of courtesy.

"I'll have whatever you have"

The boy grinned at you before transferring the sauce to the pasta, it wasn't noodles as you thought though, it was penne. A type of pasta you would rather use on mac and cheese than spaghetti.

But then again, the way he presented the dish to you was immaculate? More so you could compare it to those 5 star restaurants, but he probably just did this because you were here.

The two of you sat on the balcony, looking up the dark violet sky as you munched on the pasta given to you. He's a good cook, its surprisingly really good, is he majoring in a chef related college course?

"You don't talk much huh?" The boy interrupted your clouded mind and you shifted your gaze to him, he tightly smiled–but it wasn't forced.

"I'm Camilo by the way, and your uh–(name) I believe so?" He asked you, confused yet confident at his answer as he waited for you to confirm it.

You nodded and took another bite off the pasta "yeah, we share classes in Geography I believe"

Camilo's eyes widened and pointed aggressively towards you, his fingers nearly touching your nose "your the one placing letters in my desk!"

"Pardon?" You blinked at him confused, he awkwardly chuckled and composed himself.

"Well, you sit behind my sister, uh Dolores, she overheard your friends talking about bringing a letter to my desk"

You nodded at him and continued munching on the pasta, which well was sadly almost finished "yeah I placed the letter in your desk, letters I suppose"

The boy beside you grinned and moved closer to you, but left space between the two of you "why? Have the hots for me hmm?"

You playfully shoved him and he laughed at you, you lightly chuckling at his antics "for the record I'm the only one person in the school who thinks I deserve breathing the same air as you"

"Besides my relatives?"

You hummed "besides your relatives"

"And the teachers?"

You let a low airy chuckle leave you and stood up to clean your plate "and the teachers"

"And the guards?"

You groaned  and headed to the bathroom sink, which was cleaner than your future "yeah yeah!" You heard him chuckle as he stood next to you again.

A comfortable silence filled the air and the sound of Camilo's humming with the sink running was the only thing you could hear, it wasn't silence but its really calming.

He wasn't so bad than the school takes him to be, rumors be rumors, heck he's really fun to be around not cocky and mischievous like others take him for.

He's just cheeky and playful yet very respectful too.

You wonder why many people fancy him with the little information they got.

"Do you even read the letters?" You asked him as you are getting ready to leave, he suggested you should stay as its past one in the morning already but you declined when you remembered you have homework to do.

He hummed and looked at the pile he refuses to touch "I do, when I'm tired or in need of comfort"

was it selfish? It probably is, seeing as though whenever he reads them there are times where it was cut short to only ask to meet on random areas of the school.

The garden at most because the roof top was closed most of the time.

He felt guilty whenever he read those but he would felt more guilty if he rejects them on the spot, yeah it decreases the chances of getting asked out by a person he likes and increases the chance of falsely rumors.

But it is what it is I guess.

"Ah I see" you nodded as he opened the door for you, before abruptly stopping you by holding your writs losely

"We should do this again sometime" He awkwardly smiled at you, and you chuckled at him.

Nodding you head and voiced out a reply of agreement, he let you go and bid your goodbyes as you headed back towards your room.

Whispering slightly under your breath "Yeah, We should do it again sometime"

@suncakie 2022

#suncakie #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal fluff #camilo imagine #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #camilo x gn reader #madrigal camilo x reader #camilo x gender neutral reader #camilo madrigal x gender neutral reader #camilo madrigal imagine #camilo madrigal x y/n #camilo x y/n #strangers to friends #encanto imagines #encanto fluff #encanto x reader #encanto fanfic #camilo fanfic #encanto x gn reader #LOL I ENJOYED THIS #college au #encanto

[rabbitcruiser]

National Noodle Day 

Spaghetti, ramen, ziti, egg noodles…most of the best foods are noodles. Try a new kind today, or go out and treat yourself to one of the world’s favorite dishes.

The steam rising from a bowl of noodle soup floats along and dissipates almost like a thing of magic, with rich aromas and the promise of a deliciously warmed belly. In cultures all over the world, noodles have served as a foundation of comfort food, and National Noodle Day celebrates this long history and the place they play in everyone’s life today.

History of National Noodle Day

It is estimated that the origin of noodles dates back as far as two thousand years, or possibly even further. The first mention of noodles in historical records is in a book from the Eastern Han period that dates from between 25 and 220 BC. This unleavened dough has been prepared in many ways, throughout many cultures, using many different ingredients. But one thing remains the same–noodles are almost always delicious!

Noodles–inexpensive, simple, and rather filling–has been a mainstay of the working class for many years. The instant cup of noodles heated quickly in the microwave during a short lunch period. The mainstay of the poor and college-bound, pre-packaged Ramen noodles are often the foundation of a person’s first culinary ventures, as they try to turn the only meal they can afford into something akin to food.

But noodles aren’t only cheap and filling! Now, consider the rich and flavorful bowl of mom’s chicken noodle soup, full of the rich flavors of chicken and carrots, and floating among them are the obligatory egg noodles, which somehow are just the thing to tie this delicious bowl of nutrition together.

For anyone who was born into Italian family, chances are they’ve experienced every kind of noodle the mind can imagine and a few to boot! Rigatoni noodles, spaghetti noodles served with a rich red sauce exploding with flavor, Asian Rice Noodles, or even Fettuccine noodles coated in a thick heavy Alfredo sauce interspersed with bits of chicken.

Noodles have been with mankind in nearly every culture out of history, and National Noodle Day reminds us that this basic and staple food is still the best way to fill a hungry belly at the end of the day.

How to Celebrate National Noodle Day

National Noodle Day can be loads of fun! Making noodles, eating noodles, and enjoying noodles with friends. Try these ideas for spending National Noodle Day:

Go Out for Noodles

Whether at a fast food joint or a sit-down restaurant, noodles are fairly easy to come by in a variety of restaurants.

Noodles and Company, in the United States, is a fast-casual dining place that focuses each of its dishes all around the noodle. Their noodles are all made by hand, and their menu ranges from standards like Macaroni & Cheese and Spaghetti & Meatballs to more unique offerings such as Alfredo MontAmore with Parmesan Crusted Chicken or Grilled Orange Chicken Lo Mein. They also offer gluten-free and vegetarian options for those with certain dietary needs.

It’s a noodle lover’s dream come true!

Get Clever with Ramen Noodles

Those little rectangular packets of dried noodles with a smaller pack of flavorings inside can be used for more than just making some soup! As it turns out, they’re extremely useful to have around the kitchen for a variety of needs. Try out these ways to use those ramen noodles:

Make “Breadcrumbs”. The hard noodles can be crushed up into tiny granules (with a bit of the seasoning packet included). These work well as a substitute for recipes that call for breadcrumbs, such as schnitzel or meatballs.

Use as a Dessert Topping. This might be surprising but those crispy noodles, when cooked with cinnamon and sugar and then fried, offer a delightful chopped topping that can replace nuts on ice cream sundaes or other desserts.

Make Burger Buns. The great thing about ramen noodles is that, once cooked, they can be formed into almost any shape desired. Some people like to add a bit of egg, salt and herbs, then shape them into buns and fry them. These can be used for hamburgers or veggie burgers.

Add Zest to Salads. Take that boring salad to the next level by adding the crunch of pizzaz of ramen noodles. Simply crush the dry noodles and toss them into a coleslaw and top with an Asian dressing. Delicious!

Try a New Kind of Noodle

In a world of thousands of varieties of noodles, the best way to celebrate National Noodle Day is by reaching beyond your comfort level and trying something new. If your culinary experience with noodles is limited to Instant Cup a Soup and Spaghetti, it’s time to try something new.

Explore the rice or buckwheat noodles from your local Asian store, or discover exactly what a Manicotti noodle is and what it is used for! You’ll find yourself marveling at the sheer variety of noodles and noodle dishes there are, enough to have a different dish every day for years!

Share Noodles with Others

Celebrating National Noodle Day with the community can be loads of fun. Take a noodle dish to the office to share with coworkers. Or invite a few friends or family members over to enjoy a meal with many courses–all of which include noodles!

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[auroralightsthesky]

Number 29 on the ask list. What’s the pasta order

EEEEEEP Babes I am so sorry for the late reply, I've been thinking about you the last week and a half, so I guess this works out perfectly (lol).

Pasta order I'd say any kind of ziti or macaroni. I'm a sucker for the white cheddar mac'n'cheese with the toasted breadcrumbs on top of it. I will literally order that shit anywhere or get it when I go grocery shopping during the week (lol). As far as others go?? Angel hair. Angel hair is perfect for spaghetti with a big heaping spoonful of the red marinara sauce and either meatballs or a slice of something I like to call "meatball-loaf" (I came up with it after I wondered what a meatloaf without the ketchup and Worcestershire sauce would taste like, DON'T KILL ME!!!! lol).

#asks #random asks #weird asks #writer asks #reader asks #reader x writer asks

[gemwing2010]

Cuphead Show: Dreamstone Edition Henchman Headcanons

The part where Henchman adds in “Head” every time the Devil refers Cuphead as “That cup” becomes a running gag in the fanfic adaption, followed up by the Devil bluntly answering, “Thank you, Henchman”.

Despite being a demon and the Devil’s minion, Henchman is surprisingly good friends with the Dreamstones, most especially Katie, who he often refers to as Miss Katie.

He was considering about calling Katie “Mrs. Boss” once the Devil succeeds in marrying her.

Henchman is basically the only known demon in the Underworld who enjoys the Devil’s theatrical performance in the Devil’s personal theatre.

He likes jazz music, anything that swings and enjoys the Devil playing the piano, pipe organ and violin.

He likes to sleep in bed with a teddy bear he affectionately named “Ms. Cuddles”.

Henchman likes bright colours. He likes blue, green, yellow, orange, white, teal and purple. However, surprisingly, his most favourite colour is pink because he thinks it’s a cute colour.

His favourite animal is a cat. He most especially adores kittens.

His favourite sweets and desserts are cookies, brownies, doughnuts and cupcakes.

His favourite dishes are macaroni and cheese, spaghetti and meatballs and chicken salads. He also enjoys peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every now and then.

His favourite choice of beverages are hot chocolate, grape juice and fruit punch.

He prefers purely smooth orange juice since he doesn’t like the bits floating in it.

His first time of being the new host of Roll the Dice in place of King Dice was also ironically his last since the comical incident when he accidentally botched his attempt to mimic Dice’s dance moves had him trip over and get stuck in a tuba.

Henchman’s favourite choice of place for a vacation is a day at the beach. He also enjoys seaside sunsets the most. He would like to sped his day offs at in a log cabin in a snowy forest since he thinks they’re so cosy.

Henchman is the only one in the Underworld who knows about the Devil likes the company of a rubber duck Old Scratch affectionately names “Mr. Squeaks” in the bath tub while the Devil has one of his pampered bubble baths.

Although he isn’t as much as a fan of Stickler as the Devil isn’t, Henchman isn’t above being mildly more tolerable towards the auditor when they have to work together on certain subjects or if they’re pulled into certain circumstances such as when the Devil has them be part of the audience during his dance-off against Ms. Chalice.

One of his favourite past times is crochet and he once made a sweater for the Devil to cover up his bald spots after the incident of Mugman throwing the invisible sweater over him that burnt off the most of his fur.

Henchman doesn’t like extreme violence or anything too unnecessarily graphic.

He’s also a very good cook and bakes amazing sweets.

His favourite books are Robin Hood, The Three Musketeers, Peter Pan, Treasure Island and romance novels. He enjoys the Mugbeard the Pirate series as much as Mugman, even though he’s disappointed about the ending of the previous book.

He was the one to give the Devil his #1 Boss coffee mug as a gift.

#Cuphead Show #Cuphead Henchman #Cuphead fanfiction #Funny #Something I did for fun

[raspberryconverse]

So yesterday I woke up at 6:30am (I usually get up for work at 9:15, check in and go back to sleep for another hour or so if there's nothing to do) with extreme upper abdominal pain. I was crying and could only comfortably lay on my back, which is not how I sleep. Absolutely miserable. My spouse took me to urgent care as soon as they opened at 8.

The APN concluded that it was gall bladder related, gave me a shot for the pain, a prescription for another medication that specifically stops the spasms and sent me to another location for an ultrasound. Apparently I have a 1.8cm gall stone.

I don't need surgery, but I do need to follow up with her and a GI doctor and most importantly, I need to change my diet. I am not taking this well.

I've been crying about it a lot because I have so much food that I like in the house that I'm not supposed to eat. I probably shouldn't have eaten the Hello Fresh meal I made tonight (Crispy Kickin’ Cayenne Chicken Cutlets, which had a little bit of cheese to hold the panko on the chicken and the mashed potatoes had sour cream in them). I definitely shouldn't eat the Bacon and Cream Supreme Spaghetti that's my last meal for the week. I shouldn't eat either mac and cheese options I have (Aldi brand Velveeta shell and cheese and their special gouda mac and cheese that my spouse likes to call "stinky macaroni"). Probably shouldn't eat my last pizza. Probably shouldn't eat the frozen pesto shells.

We went to Aldi tonight and I whined the whole time. I tried to get something from the bakery section (I like their raspberry danish and like to have that as an early morning snack when I get stuck doing work when I wake up at 9:15) and got a death glare from my spouse. They suggested a million things I just don't like. We argued about whether beef broth was worse than chicken broth and then argued about organic foods being bullshit (news flash, they are) I did get a lot of fruit, some salmon and some veggies to make pasta dishes. They were out of ground turkey, which I'm going to substitute in a recipe I make a lot when I don't get a Hello Fresh box. I'm kinda bummed because I wanted to make another one I really like, especially since my basil plant is thriving right now, but the alfredo sauces all have too much sodium (also bad because I have high blood pressure). And basically any dessert I'd like to eat I can't.

It's really fucking depressing. I was finally on the upswing with my depression and anxiety, despite the basement flood and lack of energy to do anything productive, and then I get a fucking gall stone and can no longer eat 90% of the food in my house. Like, of course I don't want to be in pain like that again, but I also don't want to hate eating because I don't like anything that I'm allowed to eat now. And the gall stone is small enough that really the only thing I can do about it is to change my diet.

So I think I'm going to cry some more about it, eat this

and watch Nick and Charlie make out a bunch and go to bed.

#tw health #gall bladder #gall stones #dash diet #i hate everything #geriatric millennial #you're basically 40 years old coley

[watermelinoe]

"No (noodles and pasta aren't the same) but I can't arriculate why. I wouldn't call ramen or yakisoba "pasta"."

That's a good point. I think here noodles have to be long and skinny, because I would call spaghetti "noodles". But then again I have definitely heard someone say "macaroni noodles" before. There's also a sense of "pasta" referring to a dish with sauce vs plain noodles or noodles in broth... but the more I think about it the more it's confusing. I would never refer to the dry box of plain pastas as "macaroni pasta" or "bowtie pasta" but at the same time I recognize them as types of pasta....... It's like there are rules for when to say which word but they don't make any sense

yeah exactly!! like i'm sure if i thought enough abt it i could figure out what the linguistic rules are here for when to say pasta vs noodle but. i don't want to think that hard abt it lol

#answered #personally i refer to raw macaroni as noodles OR pasta. but i wouldn't call the finished dish noodles. #same w spaghetti #so basically some things are pasta AND noodles. #some things are JUST pasta. and some things are JUST noodles. #needs a venn diagram

[pinkpeaonies]

“sara and her health food obsession”

first story of this nature! kinda nervous! pls let this reach the target audience or im gonna cry

cw: calorie counting/ed tendencies???

topics: stuffing, wg, and cute lesbians!!:

“Hey! Wait up!”

Sara turned back to see who was calling her, her blonde hair flowing in the gentle spring wind. It was none other than her lovely girlfriend Maizie.

“You’re so mean, trying to go to school without me!” Maizie teased, lightly punching Sara.

“Well, maybe if you actually woke up on time, we wouldn’t be in this predicament!” Sara teased right back.

“Ah, only a girl like you would make fun of someone while using the word ‘predicament’…” Maizie said, lightly kissing Sara’s shoulder.

They had just started dating last month, and Sara didn’t know too much about Maizie, but she loved her nonetheless. Maizie just happened to be her roommate, and ever since, Sara slowly started falling more and more in love with her.

The boring school day went on. College could be so boring to Sara, especially the classes that had nothing to do with her major. After a long day of school, Sara went to the spot that made her the happiest: the gym. Sara was a bit of a health obsessed chick, and spent large amounts of her free time planning healthy meals or working on her body. She wanted to be the best she could be for Maizie, after all.

But for some reason, today, she just wasn’t feeling up to it. Perhaps she was impatient and wanted to be with Maizie. As she ran on the treadmill or used the elliptical, it just didn’t feel the same.

“I might as well go home…” Sara thought. Rest days were good, and she hadn’t taken one in a while, so she figured there was nothing wrong with it.

“Oh? You’re home early. Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?” Maizie said as Sara walked in the door.

Sara noticed Maizie was preparing a feast of sorts.

“What’s all this for?” Sara asked. It smelled amazing, but also extremely unhealthy.

“Oh… well, I was making something for my family since they’re in town. It’s a bunch of their favorite foods; I’m making two kinds of pasta, margarita and New York style pizza, ribs, chicken wings, mango sticky rice, and of course, a green been casserole to be healthy!” Maizie said, stirring the pasta sauce.

“Wow. Your family must love you, huh?” Sara said. “Although… this is all really unhealthy…”

“So? Doesn’t make it any less delicious!” Maizie replied, giggling.

Sara kept walking towards the bathroom to take her before dinner shower. She wondered what she should have for dinner as she got undressed.

“Should I make that grilled chicken and greens salad again? Or should I do a cheat meal of sorts and make some vegan macaroni and cheese…” she thought.

After a while, Sara finally got done showering and was absolutely ravenous. She rushed to get dressed so she could get started on dinner. However, when she came out of the bathroom, Maizie was standing outside with a distraught expression on her face.

“What’s up?” Sara asked, bracing for the worst.

“Oh… you look so cute with wet hair! But that’s not the point. My family all of a sudden is going on this keto diet and they refuse to eat anything I made! I made so much, what am I gonna do?!” Maizie cried, leaping towards Sara and falling into her arms.

“Oh… well… I’m sure we’ll be able to finish all of it over the whole week!” Sara reassuringly said, but Maizie didn’t look any happier.

“That’s the thing, none of this stuff is good the next day! We’ll have to eat it all tonight. I only made so much because I was cooking for five people!!!” Maizie said, looking frustrated.

“I mean, I’ll try to finish it for you. Don’t worry, okay?” Sara replied, stroking Maizie’s head like she was a cat.

After Sara got herself ready, she sat down at the table and started to fill up her plate. It truly did look delicious. She went for the rich, creamy spaghetti first, grabbing a heaping pile of it that was about half of the portion Maizie made.

“I haven’t had a cheat day in forever! This looks so good, thanks babe!” Sara said, going in to take a bite.

Sara couldn’t believe it. The pasta was so good. She couldn’t control herself. She was so hungry, it felt like the best thing she’d ever eaten in her entire life. Forkful after forkful, it was so good, she couldn’t stop.

“Wow, someone’s enjoying their food, huh?” Maizie said, smiling mischievously.

“What did you put in here?!” Sara said inbetween mouthfuls of spaghetti.

“Uhhh… pasta noodles, heavy cream, tomato sauce, chicken stock, italian sausage, and some seasonings. Don’t go stealing my recipe though!” Maizie answered, laughing innocently.

As Maizie said that, Sara wiped her plate clean. It was strange, because normally after such a huge portion, Sara would be beyond full, but she felt a desire to keep eating. Perhaps it was the love (and calories) that Maizie poured into her food.

Next, Sara reached for five slices of the New York style pizza. She was a sucker for good pepperoni pizza, so she immediately wolfed down three slices in the span of about a minute. She could feel it start to fill her stomach and weigh her down, but that wasn’t stopping her. Come to think of it, Sara was so hungry all the time, but she got used to it. It was nice to relieve her hunger while trying to ease her girlfriend’s emotions.

She quickly finished the pizza, and then she moved on to chicken alfredo. It was gone just about as fast as she served it to herself. Then, she had some of the ribs. Sara was scared of ribs because she ate them for a week and gained crazy weight, but it was nice to indulge in them as she really did love barbecue ribs. The ribs were gone, and soon were the chicken wings, and soon was the green bean casserole, and then she made it to the mango sticky rice. Sara was especially scared of sugary things because of how much she loved them. She could eat cakes and cookies all day, but not without an increased tightness in her waistband. So, she avoided sugar like the plague, but she decided she might as well and started to dig in. Like all the rest of Maizie’s wonderful cooking, it was amazing. But there was a problem. After the obscene amount of food she just ate, her stomach hurt excruciatingly, and her stomach was so heavy it almost pinned her down.

Maizie was just dumbfoundedly staring the whole time.

“Damn, I didn’t know you could eat so much. Did you enjoy it?” Maizie asked, standing up to clear the dishes from the table.

“Y-yes… I did… but my stomach aches so much now…” Sara said, rubbing her stomach.

As she rubbed her stomach, she couldn’t help but notice that she was bursting out of her size zero pajamas with how bloated her stomach had become. As she made a face that made her discomfort known, Maizie came over to her chair.

“Awww… you poor thing! You should do that more often cause you’re so cute when you’re full!” a blushing mess of a Maizie said, moving her hands towards Sara’s poor stretched out stomach.

“Maizie, what are you-“ Sara said, watching as Maizie took her hands and started to squeeze and rub Sara’s tight stomach. It felt so good, so Sara couldn’t help but let out a loud-

“BURPPPPPPP!” Sara let out, instantly blushing out of embarrassment.

“Oh gee… what am I gonna do with you?” Maizie said, extending out her hand for Sara to grab.

All that warm food sure made Sara tired, so she walked (it was more of a helpless waddle) to her bedroom and almost instantly fell asleep.

Sara woke up in the morning and got ready for another day of her dreadfully boring college classes. But today, sometimes was different.

“Baby, can you come here please?” Sara said, sweating profusely.

“What’s wrong?” Maizie said, rushing to the scene immediately.

“I don’t know why, but my jeans won’t button or zip up all the way! Can you help me”

Maizie flashed Sara a devious grin. “Of course I’ll help you!” She said, walking towards Sara and stopping when she was right behind her.

Maizie wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist and found the zipper. She yanked and yanked and yanked on it, and with five minutes of trial and error, both the zipper and the button were good to go.

“Aw, thanks! I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes!” Sara said, getting up to go eat some breakfast.

Breakfast… should she really eat breakfast after all the food she ate last night? That had to be like, 12,000 calories that she ate all by herself last night. She was just going to leave early for college and skip breakfast, maybe walk around campus to burn some of those excess calories. But then, she smelled something.

“Surprise! It’s a special occasion, y’know. So I wanted to make some pancakes for you!” Maizie said, presenting a plate stacked high with pancakes drizzled in chocolate sauce and covered with berries.

“Um… what’s the occasion?” Sara said, shaking in her boots at the size of the pancake stack.

“What’s the occasion?! It’s our one month anniversary!!!” Maizie scolded Sara.

“Oh… yeah! Yeah, it is! Happy anniversary, honey!” Sara replied, bear-hugging Maizie

“Okay, eat up!” Maizie said, grabbing her own plate and setting it down on the table in addition to Sara’s plate.

Sara couldn’t help but notice Maizie had only 3 pancakes while she had 9.

“I guess she really just wants to shower me with her love… huh…”

After another long and boring day of college classes, Sara started to make her way to the gym. She has a lunch of kale, spinach, and pickles, so she thought she might as well add on to her health streak by going to the gym today.

“I don’t wanna fall into a cycle of not going to the gym, next thing you know, I’ll blow up like a blimp!” Sara thought.

But just like the cat always came back, Maizie suddenly started running after Sara.

“Saraaaa! Wait for me!” Maizie yelled.

“Oh geez, what is it now?” Sara teased.

“The anniversary gifts don’t stop at breakfast! Do you wanna go to that pastry shop we went to on our first date?” Maizie asked.

“Oh… well… I was actually about to go to the gym…” Sara started to say, but Maizie’s puppy dog eyes made her reconsider. “…okay, fine!”

“Yayyy! I promise I’ll buy you those cookies and cream croissants you really like! Or the oreo donuts…” Maizie said, grabbing Sara’s hand and happily dragging her to the donut shop.

“Hello, Mrs Pastrie!” Maizie said, barging into the donut shop with her flustered date in hand.

“Hello girls, what will it be today?” Mrs Pastrie said, smiling widely.

“Hmmm, can we please get two coffees, one black, one with two creams and three sugars, one oreo cream filled donut, two oreo crossiant, and one cheesecake donut?” Maizie asked politely.

“Sure!” Mrs Pastrie said, smiling even wider.

The two took their pastries to their dorms and Maizie got started on dinner.

“Y’know, you don’t have to spoil me like this…” Sara said, feeling embarrassed that she was being pampered by Maizie.

“Awww, it’s no worry! Anyways, I’m making chicken dumplings and noodles!” Maizie replied, giving Sara a soft kiss to the forehead.

Sara sat down in her bedroom, looking at the plate of pastries and her cup of sweet coffee. She was hesitant to eat them, but Maizie said they were all for her, so she started to dig in.

She ate every last one of them, and about as soon as she finished, Maizie came in with a big plate of chicken dumplings and black bean noodles.

“Dinner in bed, ay?” Maizie said, setting the plate down on the table next to Sara.

“I guess…” Sara mumbled, laying back. That was definitely way too many pastries to eat before dinner, and Sara found that out the hard way.

“Urghhhh… my IBS is acting up… I’ve gotta go, but enjoy your food!” Maizie said, running and clutching her stomach

“Poor girl…” Sara thought as she started to dig in to her food.

It was gone just about as fast as Maizie brought it in, and Sara succumbed to the heavy weight of sleep, plate still in her lap.

———————————————————————————

Sara didn’t know what to think of what she was becoming.

She didn’t notice it until she thought of how she hadn’t gone to the gym for over a month.

“Oh god, I think I might’ve gained some weight with how I’ve been eating…” Sara thought as the third pair of jeans she tried on couldn’t fit over her thighs.

She got her old scale out of her closet, plugged it in, undressed herself (she didn’t want any extra weight) and begrudgingly stepped on.

“I mean, I have been eating like a slob… but I don’t feel much heavier at all!”

“184 Pounds” read the scale.

Sara couldn’t believe her eyes. Before all this had started, she was a measly 118 at 5’4. How could she gain so much weight so fast.

“Oh god… I might as well look in the mirror to see how fat I look…” Sara said, stepping off the scale and going to get her full body mirror out of the closet.

Sara once again was left in a state of disbelief as she stared at the plump woman starring back at her. Where her well defined abs once were was a soft casing of jiggly fat. Where her perfectly sculpted curves once were, there were now rolls and love handles, still equally as perfectly sculpted. Her formerly skinny legs now jiggled when she moved an inch and she saw that her cheeks were chubbier and she was slowly getting a double chin. It was completely out of hand. Sara fell to the floor, in nothing but a bra and some panties that barely fitted her.

“Ugh, how did I let it get like this?! I’ve never been fat in my life, but now I’ve turned into a gluttonous, overindulgent, rotund, plus sized lady! Oh my god…” Sara said, squeezing her sides.

Maizie suddenly walked in the room. “My my, what’s going on here?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’m so… I’m so… I’m so BIG! And I can’t help it! The food just makes me feel so good…” Sara cried, grabbing onto Maizie’s ankles.

“So what you gained a little weight, it’s just because I love you too much! Weight isn’t everything, y’know.” Maizie replied, stroking the top of Sara’s head.

“Oh… I wish that I would’ve known filling myself up with pastries and pizzas would have an affect on my body… I just didn’t think it would happen to me!” Sara cried.

“Awww, don’t cry! You can’t go to school like this… you deserve to take a sick day.” Maizie said, helping Sara up. “Cheer up. I’ve got pizza on the way, y’know.”

Sara started to think. Was she… into all of this? The filling up her stomach to her heart’s content, the difficulty of fitting into her clothes… did she… enjoy it?

That was the least of Sara’s concerns though, as she still had to lose all of her soft, pudgy fat.

#wg fiction #wg writing #chubby #chuby girl #chub love #lesbians #writing