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recapitulation · 2 years

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meal ideas!

low energy ("do not ask me to do any prep work at all, so help me god")

mozzerella cheese wrapped in pepperoni ("pizza tacos"!)

hummus and pretzels or naan (putting the naan in the microwave for like 10 seconds...heavenly)

canned chili (with shredded cheese and sour cream if you have it! boom done!)

instant miso soup (warm and lovely! put tofu in it for protein!)

cheese and cured meat, olives, canned fish, crackers, dried fruit, or whatever easy "charcuterie" type items you like

alternate bites of apple and spoonfulls of peanut butter (mixing honey or chocolate chips to the peanut butter is my favorite)

a "deconstructed sandwich": bites of lunch meat, pickles, cheese, cherry tomato, etc (I love roast beef and white cheddar for this)

yogurt and granola or fruit

put frozen potstickers + frozen edamame in the steamer/rice cooker, chill elsewhere with a timer set, then boom

tortilla chips + canned refried beans + cherry tomatoes + cilantro + jarred salsa con queso (or warm shredded cheese on top of the chips in the microwave for 30 seconds)

bagel + cream cheese + lox

microwave scrambled eggs (add things like green onion, soy sauce, or anything else you like!)

cottage cheese and fruit (mixed together or just on the side)

bowl of shredded rotisserie chicken + buffalo sauce + a bit of mayo + green onion (use a kitchen scissors to cut them right in!)

medium energy ("I'll boil water but don't ask me to chop shit")

boiled eggs and fresh veggies (put a little salt on top of the eggs!)

buttered noodles (my go-to nausea meal, it has never failed me. ideas of things to add: frozen peas, imitation crab, roasted garlic)

baked potato with toppings (I like cheese, bacon, broccoli, green onion, and sour cream)

quesadilla (add some canned beans, cilantro, or avocado!)

pot roast (requires a lot of time but not a lot of actual work. I love it with peas!)

cuban sandwich (bread, swiss, pickle, mustard, ham... my favorite thing to panini-ify by far)

pan-fried tofu with scallion sauce (this sauce goes well with everything and tofu is no exception)

pancakes or waffles! (I love mine with jam)

ham, pickle, and cream cheese roll-ups

fried eggs (with toast and lots of butter...so comforting)

fruit smoothie (bananas, frozen strawberries, yogurt...or whatever!)

I hate salad but could write essays on this copycat olive garden salad (throw it in a bowl! chopping required if you use onion)

spaghetti (controversial maybe but angel hair > spaghetti noodles)

pasta salad (olives broccoli fresh mozerella... those little mini pepperonis... yeah)

stir-fried thai garlic shrimp (I like using the mini frozen salad shrimps, it's easy! use jarred minced garlic to avoid chopping!)

tuna mayo onigiri

slow cooker ribs

buffalo chicken wrap (or any number of other wrap options! shred pre-cooked rotisserie chicken to make it easier)

if your local grocery store sells pre-cooked gyro strips, that can turn into an easy wrap with store-bought pita & tzatziki with tomatoes and onions!

couscous and chickpeas

tortellini + pasta sauce + spinach

high energy ("I don't mind chopping some things up!")

stuffed shells with spinach

chicken and roasted garlic (oh my god.....one of my all time favorites)

beef tacos (I like mine with cilantro and onion, and when I'm feeling especially high energy I love a tomatillo salsa)

chicken alfredo

tom kha gai (a thai soup and my absolute favorite! you just need access to galangal)

lasagna! (freezes well and then boom! low energy meal for later)

pad thai! (not as hard as you'd think, as long as you have access to tamarind paste!)

potstickers! (this is a lovely group activity if you want to cook with housemates!)

rice and beans

bang bang shrimp (ogughfhgfuh I love it. you can also do bang bang tofu!)

minestrone soup (so many nice veggies!)

fried rice (put whatever you have on hand in there! broccoli, peas, carrot, and beef is my favorite combo)

broccoli cheddar soup

spring rolls and peanut sauce

skewers (such as beef, onion, zucchini, bell pepper... you don't need a grill, oven works!)

roasted turkey with garlic parmesean asparagus

pork chop with mashed potatoes

panang curry

chicken gnocchi soup (use store bought gnocchi or make your own if you have a high energy day!)

bibimbap (super customizable depending on what veggies you like best)

butter chicken

plus! things that have helped me meal plan:

whenever you think of a meal you'd like to make, take 3 seconds to google search it, take a screenshot of the image results, and put it in a "food ideas" folder. instant visual menu!

the concept of "meal prepping" makes me recoil but I've learned that it can simply mean preparing shredded chicken, boiled eggs, or some other simple protein that you can customize throughout the week. shredded chicken can turn into wraps, salads, pasta dishes, etc... you don't have to meal prep yourself into the same meal all week!

when I have difficulty working up an appetite, I'll scroll through my favorite restaurant menus! there might be some foods I can't make at home, but many times they're very simple to recreate because the ingredients are literally listed!

#brought to you by: i see people complaining about coming up with meals for the week #and im like..this is my favorite thing to do........let me be your meal brainstormer #additionally brought to you by: eating something is better than nothing so some of these may not be complete textbook 'meals'#but sometimes you feel like shit and just need something! so!#also this energy scale is tailored to me personally so if some categorizations dont make sense to you thats bc its about me <3 #food #i might update this with dessert ideas too later. or just add to it in general

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tummy-stuffing-king · 4 months

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going to a fair and making sure not a single food stall goes unvisited. you love fair food right? let's start with a funnel cake, I know you can't bear to wait for it. still pretty hungry? well it's a good thing there's a hotdog stand just next door. and while we're over here we may as well pick up a serving for deep fried oreos. they're just right there, it'd be a shame to pass them by.

oh, you're feeling a bit full? how about we walk around for a while, visit the petting zoo and look at some performers. but of course you have to have a stick of cotton candy at the fair. And I'll get a bag of candied nuts, just to have something on hand while we wander. hm, it looks like they've disappeared while I wasn't looking. how strange.

are you not feeling quite so full anymore? excellent, we wouldn't want to pass up any of these delicious foods. look! that stall is selling donut burgers, we just have to go try them. no no, just get one, we can share. no, a couple of bites was plenty for me, thank you so much though. by the way, do you smell that? fresh made onion rings! I know you're not at all hungry anymore, but look at that. A plate of chili cheese fries that loaded cannot go untasted.

I'm so careless, it's so hot outside and you haven't had a sip to drink! here, let me get you something. it seems they only sell sodas by the half gallon. all the better to keep you hydrated, my dear. why don't we go sit down and watch the band while you finish that, and then I'll go get you a refill. These things are important, after all. I brought back a sundae with me. I thought it might be just the thing to cool you down. just sit back and enjoy it, dear. I'll help massage out some of that soreness.

are you ready to walk around again? how about we go play some games? I'll win you some prizes. let's grab a pretzel and some mozzarella sticks to have on hand as we go. here, you hold them while I do the ring toss. I've won you a teddy bear! you look just like each other

hm, it is getting pretty late, but there are only a couple things we haven't tried, and the fair won't be back for another year! I'd hate to miss out on them. you think you can manage a few more? okay, just wait here! I'll bring you and teddy back one last round. and another drink, of course.

here we are, just the last handful of stalls. I have some pizza slices, thick, syrupy waffles, some fried pickles, churros, street corn, and a bowl of hushpuppies. why don't I help you to finish them? just sit back in your chair and let the bites come to you. keep your hands on that grumbly tummy of yours. I can't imagine how you could still be hungry, but I don't want to take you home without having eaten your fill. that just wouldn't be fair.

wow, look at you. that must be some kind of superpower to finish all that food so well. the rides and stalls are shutting down, and they're beginning to push people toward the exit. let's head home, and you can lay down and I can help you digest all that wonderful food. can you stand up? oof, there you go. just lean into me, keep that hand right there on your belly. It's poking out a bit beneath your shirt. I got you another drink, by the way for the ride home.

just settle right in to the passenger seat. I'll undo your pants for you. doesn't that feel good? we'll be back home soon. finish your drink

#my post #text #ficlet #stuffing #belly kink #feeting #tight clothes #feedisn #wg #weight gain #stuffed belly

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finniestoncrane · 10 months

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💜🍴 Finnie's 1.5k Follower Event 🍴💚

CLOSED by health inspector

even though it felt like this took forever it really didn't because i've only been on here and writing for just over a year, and i'm so grateful that people still follow me despite my personality as a whole lmao, i wanted to do something silly and goofy so here's my prompt list for my milestone ;-; hello and welcome to the vill-inn, gotham's newest restaurant (and definitely 100% not a money-laundering front for nefarious rogue activity no sirree u-u) please come on in and peruse the menu and let us know what you want to eat!! send in your order + reader/insert gender/pronouns/genitals too! the restaurant is now closed as well as writing headcanons and drabbles, i'm also doing a little give away! so anyone who asks off anon (or not, check the specials menu below) i'll enter into a little silly draw for a 1k commission and pick 3 winners u-u 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block)

Hello, welcome to Vill-Inn, how will you be DIE-ning with us today?

Sit-In [drabbles/short fic]

Takeout [bullet-point/free form story/headcanon style]

Delivery [surprise me]

Great! Wonderful! What can I get you to drink? And don't say fear toxin! (I'm this close to quitting...) (pick 1)

Water [hurt/comfort]

Soda [angst]

Milkshake [fluff]

Signature Cocktail [smut/pwp]

Black Coffee [doesn't matter/surprise me]

And what will you be having for your MAIM course? (pick 1, feel free to specify the version)

Question Mark Shaped Nuggies [riddler]

Sushi Platter [penguin]

Pumpkin Ravioli [scarecrow]

Surf and Turf [two face]

Arroz con Pollo [bane]

Steak [victor zsasz]

Cucumber Sandwiches [mad hatter]

Garden Salad [poison ivy]

Gut Buster Burger [harley quinn]

Gazpacho [mr freeze]

Plain Noodles with Butter [john doe]

Gumbo [killer croc]

BBQ Platter [captain boomerang]

And what loyal side(kick)s are you having with that? (pick up to 4)

🍟 Regular Fries [waking up with them]

🧇 Waffle Fries [sex in a public place]

🍠 Sweet potato Fries [visiting them in Arkham/Blackgate]

➰ Curly Fries [only one bed]

🍁 Poutine [slow dancing]

🥔 Potato Skins [at a party]

🍕 Pizza Bites [tending to wounds]

🍗 Chicken Wings [confession/confessing feelings]

🍔 Sliders [exacting revenge]

🌭 Mini Dogs [hate/angry sex]

🍤 Popcorn Shrimp [hugs from behind]

🐔 Chicken Strips [oral sex/how they give and receive]

🍿 Cheese Popcorn [bite marks/marking kink]

🥒 Deep Fried Pickles [sloppy kisses]

🧅 Blooming Onion [being rejected]

🍘 Rice Crackers [choking]

🍞 Bread Rolls [blood play]

🧄 Garlic Bread [straddling]

🥖 Breadsticks [neck/wrist kisses]

🥪 Half Sandwich [giving/receiving praise]

🥣 Soup [argument]

🍜 Noodles [cuddles]

🍚 Steamed Rice [denial]

🦪 Oysters [rough sex]

🍣 Sushi Sampler [edging/orgasm denial]

🌽 Corn on the Cob [instructional masturbation]

🥕 Honey Glazed Carrots ["open your mouth"]

🥗 Green Salad ["do you need a hand?"]

🍅 Tomato Salad ["i have to go"]

🍏 Fruit Salad ["i shouldn't have to ask"]

🍆 Roasted Veg ["i've never done this before"]

🥦 Seared Broccoli ["i hate you"]

🧀 Cheese Platter ["it's too late"]

🍖 Meat Plate ["i've never wanted anything more"]

🍄 Sauteed Mushrooms ["do you want it rough or gentle?"]

🥑 Guacamole ["please don't leave"]

🥜 Toasted Peanuts ["i want to hear you"]

🥓 Bacon Bits ["i didn't say stop"]

💚 Specials Menu 💚

I'm Here For A Blind Date [tell me a bit about yourself and i'll do a character pairing for who you're having lunch with]

Can I Get A Seat At the Buffet? [i don't have an idea/want to ask off anon, but i want to be included in the draw - this message won't be answered]

thanks for visiting, and please feel free to tip your wait staff 💜

#finnie1500 #I’m hoping this inspires me to write a bit more!! I AM EXCITED #NOW LET US NEVER SPEAK OF MILESTONES AGAIN FOR AT LEAST FOUR YEARS HOPEFULLY #I kept looking at the follower account too much #finnie shouts into the void

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narafeedee · 4 months

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What’s your go to fast food meal?

this is a fun question, thank you!! i always order the same things at places once i find something i like, so this turned into an absurdly detailed response very quickly

i think my most-eaten meal lately is two double cheeseburgers and a large diet coke because the burgers are BOGO for 29c. if i’m feeling particularly frisky and fat-walleted i’ll get the bakers dozen cookie tote.

in an alternate timeline where budgets don’t exist, i’d be getting a large DQPC meal mayo and pickles only, with a large diet coke, two mcchickens add mustard no lettuce, and either a cookie tote or two of whatever the specialty pies are

i eat McDonalds every day so naturally that’s where my mind went, my go-to orders elsewhere (in order from most to least frequent visits) are:

Tim Horton’s: XL coffee 3 creams, 2 sugars, 1 caramel and a sausage egg and cheese sandwich on a biscuit, every day with very few exceptions. once every couple months i’ll do McDonalds instead and get whatever breakfast sandwich deal they have - usually $2 sausage egg and cheese mcgriddle - and a large vanilla iced coffee

i eat at one of the places listed below maybe once every couple weeks:

BK: 3 to 6 rodeo burgers add mayo add fresh onion, large diet coke, sometimes a hershey pie

Wendy’s: $5 Biggie Bag - which is a double stack, 4 nuggets, small fry, small diet coke; if i wanna splurge i’ll get a large Dave’s Double combo no lettuce no ketchup, large diet coke, medium frosty

Taco Bell: i checked the app to be able to use the actual names of the things i usually order from Taco Hell but i just learned the chicken things i used to get every time are no longer on the fucking menu so i don’t know what i like at Taco Bell anymore and i’m a little salty rn. first they took away my grilled shredded chicken burritos with extra avocado ranch away from me, now this? what the fuck

KFC: two famous bowls and at least 8 hot sauce packets for each bowl, then stop at McDonalds for a large diet coke

Popeyes: blackened chicken tenders (whatever the best meal promo is), red beans and rice, blackened ranch for dipping, something sweet but i change it up every time, large sweet tea from Popeyes or a large diet coke from McDonalds

Checker’s: two large orders of mozzarella sticks, big buford no lettuce, large diet coke, large fries, funnel cake fries or brookie

everything else i eat in a day is normally freezer food - pizza rolls, waffles, uncrustables - or ubereats delivery. i also order the exact same things from the same 3 places on rotation when i order delivery. i don’t have an adequate kitchen to cook how i want to where i live right now but it gives me something to look forward to having someday 🤷🏻‍♀️

#this made my brain happy thank you #narafeedee #naraanswers

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bonefall · 1 year

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Warrior Bites: The Overview

A new series on Clan Culture I’m going to be running in addition to my Herb Guides and Warrior Cats conlang, Clanmew. This follows how to prepare fancy meals that a semi-canon compliant Warrior would have access to, with the assumption that the Five Clans are based in northeastern England.

A lot of the feedback and suggestions I got were based on speculating the capability of the cats and the sorts of things they could reasonably prepare, so I think it’s worth it to define the basics!

The Rules

No Poisons

Tool Use + Fire

Sweetness Tolerance + Stronger Stomachs

Northwestern England-friendly

I use the Lake Map Rework

(Explanation of each rule under the cut!)

1. No Poisons

I filter out any food that is deadly toxic to cats. That means that no dish will ever contain garlic, onions, currants, mint, raw potatoes, oregano, so on.

2. Tool Use + Fire Access

autism be damned my firestar can work a grill

I will be mixing in raw dishes here and there, and keeping preparation as simple as possible. However, based on the capability of the cats in canon, able to weave, tunnel, and practice medicine, there’s no reason they would not be able to start fire or handle simple tools.

Plus, it’ll give me an immense amount of freedom! It opens up smoking, baking, grilling, pickling, fermentation...

3. Sweetness Tolerance + Stronger Stomachs

I won’t be changing that warrior cats are obligate carnivores, meaning that 70% or more of their diet is meat, but I will be allowing for some spices and plant material to accentuate their dishes. That means that I will allow foods that (when consumed in excess) can cause upset stomachs in real cats, like rosemary, yams, and berries.

So please do not feed these recipes to your real cats.

The Clan cats will also be able to taste a small amount of sweetness, if the warrior has Sweetness Tolerance.

Sweetness Tolerance is the Warrior Cat equivalent to lactose tolerance. Kittens can taste sweetness and typically grow out of it, but most Clan cats have a gene to enjoy this taste into adulthood.

(Firestar does not like waffles because he cannot taste syrup. Sad but true.)

4. It must be found in northwestern England.

It can be native, naturalized, or invasive, but it’s gotta be accessible in northwestern England, between Wales and Scotland. I’ll also be limiting access to crops and spices that can’t grow wild.

I’m being SO brave about this. They don’t even have pepper :(

5. I am using my Lake Map Rework.

This lets me keep the cuisine largely the same between the Forest territory and the Lake territory, except for ShadowClan’s loss of the carrionplace and the addition of a large body of calm water for RiverClan.

That doesn’t mean I’ll necessarily keep the food EXACTLY the same between the two territories, but it does give me the freedom to make creative choices about culinary differences instead of being stuck with something.

#Warrior Bites #Warrior Cats #Clan Culture #Warrior Cats AU #WC AU #Food #Clan Food #Common Juniper is the closest I can get to spicy in England HELP ME #Did you know it was once known as poor man's pepper when REAL black pepper was impossible to import?#let's all close our eyes and pretend the cats have more sensitive palates for spice #New entry coming out soon for general tool use before I leap back into publishing legit dishes!! I think you guys are really gonna like it!

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starlit-mansion · 4 months

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clarification: ketchup or bbq sauce on meat does not count for the purpose of this poll, nor do sweeter veg like sweet pickles, carrots or caramelized onion. i'm talking meat with fruit or honey or maple syrup or sweet glazes.

#food poll #if it wasn't clear: i basically want sweet meat dishes every hour of the minute of the second yum yum yum #and i have a person in my life who loooooves to react with disgust and bafflement at very minor sweet meat combos #like having a forkful of pancake and sausage at the same time. like the pancake has to be 'dessert' after the rest of savory breakfast #also i'm sorry i spelled monte cristo wrong lmao i can't change it

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soyafoodorg · 14 days

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Echance your Culinary with Vezlay Veg Chicken: Trends

Introduction

In recent years, there has been a significant shift towards plant-based diets and alternative meat products. Vezlay Veg Chicken, a plant-based substitute, has gained popularity for its meat-like texture and versatility in cooking. Not only does it offer a nutritious and healthy option, but it also allows individuals to explore exciting culinary trends. In this article, we will delve into the top culinary trends involving Vezlay Veg Chicken, providing you with easy language explanations and inspiring ideas to enhance your cooking skills.

Fusion Cuisine

Fusion cuisine is a blending of different culinary traditions, creating unique and exciting flavor combinations. With Vezlay Veg Chicken, you can explore fusion dishes that bring together various cultural influences. Here are some examples:

Tex-Mex Tacos:

Combine Vezlay Veg Chicken with Mexican-inspired flavors such as cumin, chili powder, and lime juice. Serve it in a tortilla with salsa, guacamole, and fresh toppings for a delicious Tex-Mex twist.

Asian-inspired Stir-Fry:

Create a fusion stir-fry by combining Vezlay Veg Chicken with soy sauce, ginger, garlic, and vegetables like bok choy, bell peppers, and mushrooms. Serve it over rice or noodles for a satisfying meal.

Mediterranean Wraps:

Incorporate Vezlay Veg Chicken into a Mediterranean-inspired wrap with tzatziki sauce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and fresh herbs. The combination of flavors will transport you to the sunny shores of the Mediterranean.

Indian Curry Pizza:

Top a pizza crust with Vezlay Veg Chicken cooked in a flavorful Indian curry sauce. Add vegetables like onions, bell peppers, and cilantro for a fusion of Italian and Indian cuisines.

Middle Eastern Kebabs:

Skewer Vezlay Veg Chicken pieces with colorful vegetables and grill them to perfection. Serve with pita bread, hummus, and a side of tabbouleh for a Middle Eastern-inspired feast.

Plant-Based Comfort Food

Comfort food is all about indulgence and satisfaction. Vezlay Veg Chicken can be used to create delicious and comforting plant-based versions of classic comfort foods. Here are some ideas:

Veg Chicken Pot Pie:

Make a creamy and comforting pot pie using Vezlay Veg Chicken, mixed vegetables, and a savory plant-based gravy. Top it with a flaky crust for a hearty and satisfying meal.

Vegan Buffalo Wings:

Coat Vezlay Veg Chicken in a spicy buffalo sauce made from hot sauce and vegan butter. Serve with vegan ranch dressing and celery sticks for a delicious and guilt-free indulgence.

Veg Chicken Noodle Soup:

Simmer Vezlay Veg Chicken in a flavorful vegetable broth with noodles, carrots, celery, and herbs. This comforting soup is perfect for chilly days or when you're feeling under the weather.

Plant-Based Chicken Parmesan:

Bread Vezlay Veg Chicken cutlets with breadcrumbs and vegan Parmesan cheese. Top with marinara sauce and vegan mozzarella, then bake until golden and bubbly. Serve with pasta for a satisfying Italian-inspired meal.

Vegan Chicken and Waffles:

Prepare crispy Vezlay Veg Chicken and serve it on top of fluffy vegan waffles. Drizzle with maple syrup and enjoy the perfect blend of sweet and savory.

Street Food-Inspired Creations

Street food is known for its bold flavors and creative combinations. With Vezlay Veg Chicken, you can recreate popular street food dishes in a plant-based and healthier way. Here are some street food-inspired ideas:

Veg Chicken Shawarma:

Marinate Vezlay Veg Chicken in a blend of Middle Eastern spices like cumin, coriander, and paprika. Grill or sauté it and serve it in a pita bread with tahini sauce, pickles, and fresh vegetables.

Veg Chicken Tacos:

Season Vezlay Veg Chicken with Mexican spices like chili powder, cumin, and oregano. Grill or sauté it and stuff it into tortillas with salsa, avocado, and your favorite taco toppings.

Veg Chicken Banh Mi:

Create a Vietnamese-inspired sandwich by filling a baguette with Vezlay Veg Chicken, pickled vegetables, fresh herbs, and a drizzle of sriracha or vegan mayo.

Veg Chicken Gyro:

Season Vezlay Veg Chicken with Greek-inspired flavors like garlic, lemon juice, oregano, and thyme. Serve it in a warm pita bread with tzatziki sauce, tomatoes, and onions.

Veg Chicken Satay:

Skewer Vezlay Veg Chicken and grill or bake it until cooked. Serve it with a peanut sauce for dipping, along with a side of cucumber salad or jasmine rice.

Gourmet Plant-Based Creations

Elevateyour culinary skills with gourmet plant-based creations using Vezlay Veg Chicken. These dishes are perfect for special occasions or when you want to impress your guests. Here are some gourmet ideas:

Veg Chicken Wellington:

Wrap Vezlay Veg Chicken in puff pastry along with a flavorful stuffing like mushrooms, spinach, and vegan cheese. Bake until golden brown for an elegant and delicious dish.

Veg Chicken Roulade:

Pound Vezlay Veg Chicken to flatten it, then roll it with a filling of your choice, such as roasted red peppers, vegan cheese, and herbs. Secure with toothpicks and bake until cooked through. Slice and serve with a sauce of your liking.

Veg Chicken Risotto:

Prepare a creamy risotto by cooking Arborio rice with vegetable broth, onions, garlic, and white wine. Add diced Vezlay Veg Chicken towards the end and finish with vegan butter and nutritional yeast for a cheesy flavor.

Veg Chicken with Mushroom Sauce:

Sauté Vezlay Veg Chicken until cooked, then serve it with a rich mushroom sauce made from sautéed mushrooms, garlic, plant-based cream, and herbs. Serve with roasted vegetables or mashed potatoes for a gourmet meal.

Veg Chicken Caesar Salad:

Create a vegan version of the classic Caesar salad by using Vezlay Veg Chicken as a protein source. Toss it with crisp romaine lettuce, vegan Caesar dressing, croutons, and vegan Parmesan cheese for a refreshing and satisfying salad.

Conclusion

With Vezlay Veg Chicken, the possibilities for enhancing your culinary skills are endless. Whether you're exploring fusion cuisine, recreating comfort foods, experimenting with street food-inspired dishes, or creating gourmet plant-based creations, Vezlay Veg Chicken offers a versatile and delicious alternative to traditional meat. Get creative in the kitchen and enjoy the benefits of a plant-based diet while satisfying your taste buds with these trending culinary ideas. Start your culinary journey today and let Vezlay Veg Chicken take your cooking to new heights.

#food #recipe #soya chaap #vegetarian #chicken

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incyray · 1 year

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If you have eaten the food before, pick a different one you don’t recognize!

I didn’t even know Taylor Ham was a weird New Jersey food, I grew up with that shit I thought it was just a regular ass deli meat you get on your breakfast sandwhich

You never know which local food is actually wacky until you hear about it from an outside perspective; sometimes you really don’t realize how unusual your own normal is!

Wacky is relative, but wacky is also new and fun. Go try a wacky new food!

I think I’m going to try to make watergate salad c:

#A lot of these are new to me too!#comically I cannot eat like half of these because oops vegan #but thats what creative and cursed ingredient substituion is for #american food #weird food #food #food poll #food polls #poll #polls

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rabbitcruiser · 8 months

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Snack a Pickle Day

Snack a Pickle Day is a day for snacking on pickles. Pickles, which usually mean pickled cucumbers when spoke of in the United States, are preserved in a brine or vinegar solution, and flavored with herbs and seasonings. The word “pickle” is derived from the Dutch word pekel, which means brine. The pickling process was invented around 1440, and many people were making pickles in their homes by the 1600’s. This was helped with the invention of the mason jar in 1858. Pickles are a low calorie food and high in vitamin K, but they may also be high in sodium. Each year Americans eat about 9 pounds of pickles.

How to Observe Snack a Pickle Day

The day should be celebrated by snacking on a pickle! Pickles can be eaten on their own or with a meal. They can be put on a hamburger,or chopped into a relish and put on a hot dog. Sometimes they are served on a stick, and sometimes they are even deep fried. There are many types of pickles to try:

Bread and butter—part of sweet family of pickles; has onions and bell peppers; sometimes have a waffle-esque shape; solution of vinegar, sugar, and spices; name comes from Omar and Cora Fanning, Illinois cucumber farmers who started selling the pickles in the early 1920’s and filed for the name in 1923; name derived from how they traded their pickles for things like bread and butter during rough years.

Cinnamon—bright red and flavored with cinnamon; sometimes a Christmas treat.

Dill—made with dill herbs or dill oil; have been served in New York City since at least 1899.

Gherkins—smaller and usually sweeter; made with Burr or West Indian cucumbers; sometimes “gherkin” is a generic term used for pickles in the U.K., Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand.

Kool-aid—soaked in kool-aid and pickle brine.

Kosher dill—dill pickle with lots of garlic in the salt brine.

Polish—somewhere between kosher dill and sour.

Sour—fermented longer in brine, which makes them sourer.

Sour mixed—sour pickles cut and mixed with other veggie such as onions, cauliflower, carrots, and peppers.

Sour relish—made with finely chopped sour pickles with other vegetables; also called “piccalili.”

Sweet—usually made with vinegar, spices, and sugar; includes sliced sweet pickles, or “cross cuts”, which are cut crosswise into chips.

Sweet mixed—sweet pickles mixed with other vegetables.

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giulianatheordianycatgirl · 1 year

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Btw here are the list of holiday ingredients

Starlight bbq:

Smoked Cheddar Bun

Mac n' Cheese

Mambo Sauce

Powsicle Slush

Baked Beans

Lone Star Pit Sauce

Bavariafest:

Pretzel Bun

Sauerkraut

Bierkäse

Blockmalz Slush

Bratwurst

Marzen Mustard

Maple mornings:

Waffle

Hash Brown Patty

Maple Syrup

Cinnamon Swirl Slush

Sausage Patty

Hollandaise Sauce

Day of the dead:

Pan De Muerto Bun

Chicharrones

La Catrina Sauce

Chamoyada Slush

Tamalito

Mole Mística

Thanksgiving:

Frybread

Mashed Potatoes

Gravy

Pumpkin Spice Slush

Turducken

Wojapi Sauce

Christmas:

Jack Frost Bun

Canned Cranberry

Creamy Pistachio Sauce

Dr. Dasher Slush

Arugula Wreaths

Krampus Sauce

New years:

Rainbow Rye Bun

Bolivian Chiles

Wild Onion Sauce

Tutti Frutti Slush

Potato Chips

Midnight Marsala

Valentine’s Day:

Pink Poppyseed Bun

Radicchio

Heartbeet Arrabbiata

Hot Rods Slush

Prosciutto

Nogada Sauce

Lucky lucky matsuri:

Cheung Chau Bun

Lotus Root

Karashi Mayo

Iyokan Slush

Kimchi

Gochujang

Easter:

Pasqua Bun

Pickled Carrots

Wildflower Carbonara

Cotton Candy Slush

Mixed Microgreens

Blackberry Remoulade

Comet con:

Lunar Loaf Bun

Starfruit

Astro Elixir

Galaxy Grape Slush

Space Ration ZX26

Hyper Green Sauce

Summer luau:

Hawaiian Bun

Kalua Ham

Mango Chili Sauce

Luau Punch Slush

Grilled Plantains

Hula Hula Sauce

#papa louie #papa’s cluckeria #papa’s gameria #papa’s games

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His Life Will Find A Purpose (When the River Meets the Sea) - Chapter 8

crossposting: ao3

work summary: A nine-year old in Tomahawk, WI gets glaucoma surgery over Christmas break.

chapter summary:

T'was the eve before surgery, and one special case reminded dear Pickles to remember his place.

tws: child abuse, fighting and injury, alcohol and stuff

my thoughts on this update:

“Seth.”

By the time he’d finished sobbing into the side of his bed, open-mouthed against the covers, his voice was junky with mucus, and the wet cuffs of his waffle-weave undershirt wouldn’t stay pushed-up. His face itched from salt but he kept his mouth pinched in a flat line and his fists tight even though the force it took to keep composed locked both his elbows down to his sides as he stool in the doorway to Seth’s room.

Seth looked up from his bedroom floor, where he shot a half dry-rotted basketball into the air laying down, his most recent pastime since he’d gotten bored of trying to carve soap. Beside his head was his travel AM radio, a birthday present from a couple years ago when he complained so much about what Dad put on the TV that he got his own form of entertainment. Seth kept the volume as low as it could go, so he had to listen to it with his ear close by, just in case something came on the radio that Mom would object to. He considered himself a little smarter than Pickles, who kept all his treasures and his joys out in the open, waiting to be destroyed. His little brother’s shining snot mustache glistened under the overhead light.

“What?”

Fury pinched his lips tight and made him tightly wound as a knotted rubber band getting pulled out and away by a dull scissorblade.

“’m gonna kill you .”

“Really? Over your stupid dolls? Pickles, c’mon.”

He didn’t have much room for fast-talking before Pickles kicked him in the side of the head with his wet black socks. Somewhere between the heavy force it took Seth to flip over (and stop Pickles from jerking him up and down by his shirt) and Pickles’ rising cries from having his arm contorted backwards so far that his elbow grazed the back of his neck, the thumping from upstairs alerted their parents. When they heard their dad’s feet pound the first two steps of the staircase, their blood ran cold.

“You got a problem? Do I needta come up there?”

Seth choked down enough fear for the both of them, croaking “No, sir.”

Pickles slipped out of Seth’s grip quietly and sat nearby, his chest heaving, still wheezy from the frigid air outside. In the postbellum stillness, the brothers looked each other over, then their attention moved to the radio that prattled and honky-tonked to itself for entertainment,

“There's gonna be a heartache tonight!

A heartache tonight, I know–”

Seth cleared his throat and laid back down, pulling his basketball back up into his hands. Aching and defeated, Pickles crawled to the other side of the radio and laid down beside Seth, so he could hear the bright, jaunty guitar as something other than a playful-sounding buzz. No amount of fighting would win his toys back, or keep Seth from delivering the same wrath on whatever remained, now or in the future. If he were helpless to prevent it, there was hardly a point in staying angry. Through the hate and the ire and Luke Skywalker’s sawed-off legs, laying beside Seth was easier than trying to get him to change. His eyelids burned when he didn’t cover them with the soft part of his forearms.

“We can beat around the bushes

We can get down to the bone

We can leave it in the parkin' lot

But either way,”

They listened together for a couple more songs after that, until the station ID came through.

“Hey Pickles?”

“Yeah?”

“You should give me my Christmas present now, uh, because you won’t be here.”

“Oh, yeah.” He might as well, right? Pickles got up to get it from his room and returned with a shoebox wrapped with crumpled newspaper and topped with a red onion bag net bow.

Seth sat up to open it and found a sharp and rust-speckled fish boning knife, a jar of Slime™, and three small boxes of Cherryheads™.

“That it?”

“Yeah. I sharpened the knife, too. Uh, and mom said you liked Cherryheads.”

“... Pickles, you’re lucky you’re fuckin’ 9, man. This shit won’t fly next year.” An icicle dripped on the downspout of the gutter, wearing thin from the sunlight but still glittering. The frost that held it aloft was wide and strong, still clear despite the colorful sunset falling over the roofs of whole street.

“Sorry.”

Seth opened one of the boxes of Cherryheads and popped one in his mouth. Puckered, he was pensive for a moment before reaching under his bed for a crumpled paper grocery bag.

“Here. I guess you can still have it.”

Inside was an almost-full bottle of kirsch and a tube of plastic bubbles. Pickles’ eyes were wide and bright.

“Where’d you even get this?” Immediately, he took a sniff and a little taste of the kirsch, and it went down easy enough.

“I dunno.” If Pickles had to guess, it was something Seth swiped from a friends’ house. Whoever’s mother made the most black forest cake was now short of a bottle of kirsch.

The plastic bubbles were their own kind of treat… even the packaging made Pickles’ nose run with chemically-induced secretions. Ooh… How’d he know the green ones were the best?

“Thanks, Seth.”

“Don’t be a sissy about it, ok?”

Seth went back to fiddling with the seams of the basketball and Pickles sat against the bedpost, holding the bottle still in his lap. When he stretched his legs out, Seth drew his own back to his chest.

That evening, the Christmas tree was put up by the front window, pushing the telephone table and Mom’s wingback chair over to the left. Clear acrylic ornaments, open on one side, sheltered tiny painted does surrounded by silvery cellophane foil. While Pickles and Seth ensured an even distribution of ornaments on their respective halves of the tree by occasionally “raiding” the other side, Molly cut “icicles” out of sheets of shiny, shredded mylar and draped them over the sticky branches. The pan from the chicken fricassé soaked in the sink and the thick scum on the water broke when Dad washed out his favorite whiskey glass, not that any of the tree decorating committee was distracted enough to see him.

While he finished the bottle of good scotch he’d bought special for Christmas, Mother pulled a dining chair into the living room so Seth could put the star on the tree, and Pickles scooted himself up against the back of Calvert’s good chair to watch like he did every year. The darning over the knees of Pickles’ thermal underpants pressed an imprint onto his cheek while Molly took pictures of Seth for a couple of minutes, but she took a shot at Pickles at the very end, just when he was looking up at the lens.

“Really, Pickles? What are we pouting about now?”

“Nothin’.”

Seth had the technique down, for sure, and the star was straight and secure on the top of the tree on the first try.

When Seth got down, all three of them moved back to admire the tree. Although they didn’t use a fake tree and keep it up for a month, or have a burning itch to vacuum up pine needles all day in the name of maintaining a fresh tree past its prime, they’d have one as long as they could at Christmas.

“Good job, boys. It looks real nice.” The shutter clicked, and Pickles got a hot shiver down his shoulder, like someone had rested their hand on him. It looks nice…

“Merry Christmas,” Pickles said over the sound of his teeth pinching away lead ornament-salted hangnails.

“It’s not Christmas, dumbass.” Seth was rude, but even Mom looked annoyed. Calmly, she proceeded, checking the film on her camera. “It’s the twenty-third. Technically, I think it’s the start of winter today.”

Pickles let his head hang. When Molly went around the corner to go put the camera back on top of the fridge, Seth scooted over and flicked his ear. On their knees, they escalated into a fussy, gentle brawl, more to irritate and dodge each other than to kill. Sometimes, it didn’t even hurt. Their father sat down in the chair behind them, with his right hand on the arm, right behind their necks.

When Seth wouldn’t stop trying to bend Pickles’ fingers the wrong way, Pickles picked up a dull pencil that hid right underneath the chair’s skirt, and jabbed the back of Seth’s arm with the hollow aluminum end full of dry-rotted eraser crumbs. In turn, Seth snatched it, and was about to jam it into Pickles’ forehead before Pickles got off balance and flopped onto the carpet on his back. The chair shifted an inch, Seth didn’t stop himself in time, and the metal eraser cap accidentally cut into the side of their father’s hand as it laid on the armrest.

Before Pickles could tell Dad was bleeding, his towering presence was backing Seth up to the wall. Seth’s pleading apologies gave way to wailing and squealing — In the movies, the thumping sounds of fistfall are louder than the sobs, but this wasn’t a movie, and it wasn’t a teardrop of ketchup slipping out of Seth’s split eye. As Seth melted down from the wall and curled his body inward, their father sunk down, too, until he was grabbing at Seth’s head and neck from a kneel. If that’s what they’ll do to him tonight, Pickles might not have to deal with tomorrow’s surgery at all, but he couldn’t celebrate over the pervasive shaking that wouldn’t let him onto his knees.

Their mom stood by the wall, agape and clutching the edges of her cardigan until Calvert rolled from kneeling to standing with the grace of a deer drunk on rotten apples. As she rushed around him to get to Seth, he turned around and locked eyes with his youngest.

“What’ve you got to be scared of, kid?”

Pickles was still crouched by the chair in the middle of Calvert’s ten-foot shadow. From there, the halo of light from the standing lamp by the door shrouded his father’s face, but Pickles didn’t dare squint or speak too quickly. There would have been silence if not for Seth’s cries, low and frightened, into Molly’s shoulder. Pickles mouth hung empty.

“What? You scared ‘a me out of nowhere?” The veins in Calvert’s neck had yet to deflate. With flared nostrils and darting eyes, he looked back to his wife and sons.

“You all think it’s my fault? Well have it yoou-r have it way,” he slurred, “and Merry Fuckin’ Christmas. I’m going to the Philly House.” He tore his coat off the hook and was gone to the bar before the coat rack could hit the floor.

When they heard the car door slam, Molly got Seth up to his feet and ushered him into the bathroom, his head and shoulders covered with her sweater like an old babushka.

“Mom?”

“Go to bed, Pickles.”

…

He went through his nightstand for some stray candy and ended up with Sam, who made a perfect, quiet companion while he took his medicine and changed. Too tired and unsettled to play, too tired and worried to speak, he moved around his room like he thought an adult would, either pacing with Sam clutched to his chest or standing in front of his closet, which was a deep hole of a room half-filled with empty coat hangers and hand-me-down shoes he worried he might never fit.

He got into bed early and pulled the covers over his head to give his eyes a break- Ha! Maybe it was practice for being blind. He sucked Sam down between the sheets with him and ran what little remained of his fingernails under the stitching on Sam’s face. Then, he lifted the blanket, only a sliver, just so he could remember the sandy color it was, before dropping it again and going back to feeling Sam’s snout. If he could tie together the feeling with the stark contrast between Sam’s embroidery and his tawny yellow coat, maybe he’d remember it, even if he’d never “see” it again.

The smell of Sam’s fur was so warm and natural, better than the Tide-washed sheets that’d been on his bed for a couple months, better than flowers, better than mom’s night cream… It was babyish, but Sam had to go with him when he slept anywhere different. They’d slept in the same room for years at a time. Sam went camping with him that one time, they hid in Pickles’ bag when he got invited to sleep over somewhere, and they were the only thing that belonged definitively to him. No one else held them like this. Luke Skywalker got him through the day, either from his pocket or from the shattered wings of the Millennium Falcon on the bedroom floor, but Sam was there for the nighttime. You couldn’t hug a tiny action figure, could you? Sam might not be that big, but a footlong lion was good enough. Like a memory, like a sip of cold beer or a shirt fresh out of the dryer, Sam could always be relied on for a little pick-me-up.

But superstition kept him on his toes, and it had since he could remember having an internal dialogue. Whenever he got in trouble at school, he had to wash his hands when he got home or else his mother would somehow know he was in trouble, then she’d start chewing him out and he wouldn’t get his after school snack. Well… even when she shouted, he’d get a snack after she was done, but by then he wouldn’t be hungry, and then she’d be upset when he didn’t make himself eat. Likewise, if he got in trouble and went upstairs to see Sam during the day, not only did he run the risk of Seth seeing him or his mother thinking he was pouting and running to dolls to look “babyish” and “like he doesn’t know better”, but his father might call him a pussy for retreating. Who do you think you are? Then the guilt would come on like a boiler or a hot water pump… and Sam wouldn’t be able to fix the embarrassment on top of whatever had hurt him in the first place. And then Sam’s eyes might just gleam with a little disappointment, too, and all the love would be gone. Love is a ghost who only haunts kids that didn’t fuck up; needing more help and comfort than he was worth would only make it harder to find. If he didn’t see Sam at the right place and time, he could risk losing sight of Sam’s kind animus and drown in shame alone. He had to come to Sam only when he hadn’t done anything wrong, when he deserved the thick plush of their fur between his fingers.

Tonight, he ran headlong into the curse with arms outstretched and sharp sobs stuck sideways in his throat. After pissing Mom off in Merill, after plucking every last one of Mrs. Wallace’s nerves all year, after grabbing that pencil under the chair and almost killing Seth with the consequences, he was in more trouble than ever. No one might ever love him again, so he might as well get whatever he could before he lost Sam, too. He pulled the covers over his face and sobbed with a face-throbbing silence, mouth open, as he tried to listen for the sound of Seth or his parents turning in their sleep.

Sam’s acrylic fur never quite soaked up his tears and his freckles disappeared on his sticky cheeks.

With his back to the obnoxious light streaming into his room from the exterior halogen lamp mounted over his window, he fell asleep with Sam under him. He woke up a couple hours later, with the hour hand on the wrong side of the clock for a kid’s bedtime. When he tried to turn over, the wet sheet clung to his leg. He gave Sam a pat-down to be sure he was safe, gave him a kiss on the side of his face and left him sitting on the nightstand when he got up so he’d be comfortable while Pickles embarked on a trepidated and painstaking journey down the stairs.

The waterlogged plop of his pajamas on the floor of the downstairs bathroom (their only bathroom) made him freeze like a catatonic hamster. Thankfully, the jack-and-jill door to his parent’s bedroom was closed tonight. Still, the overhead light could leak under the doorway, so he kept it off. If he woke his mother up, there was no guarantee she’d help, but she’d definitely be angry. Even now, he could only pray his dad was asleep or gone for the night, and if he came back while Pickles was in here…

He was so tired that he felt lightheaded, but he meticulously adjusted the flow of the tap until there was one perfect, clear, quiet column flowing down the drain. It took longer to wet the washcloth that way, but he had to hide. After scrubbing himself off with the rag and a couple pumps of hand soap, he pulled on Seth’s neglected bathrobe as new pajamas.

By the warm glow of a cheap nightlight, he stared into his own reflection and saw a teary, disheveled mess that any reasonable person would chuck like an empty bottle. With cowlicked hair and red, watery eyes, he looked downright disgusting, but when he came back from the hospital, it’d be worse.

Shame on you!

He ducked over the sink to take himself out of his line of sight by force. Leaning against the cool tiled countertops, he caught an impulse and bit the meat of his forearm as hard as he could until the fibers of his muscle slipping between his teeth imparted the slightest crunch, like a banana peel, and it only hurt when he let go. In the yellow glow of a nightlight, he scrutinized his teeth marks as if he were watching ants traverse a log. While rubbing the wet spot, he lowered himself to his knees, got one of the spare towels from under the sink with the same calculated care as a bomb squad and headed back to the couch.

He’d left Sam upstairs in the safety of his room, but the creaking staircase was too risky to climb again this late at night. With a sorrowful longing in his chest made worse by constant shameful mental reminders that he didn’t think ahead and take Sam with him, he curled up on the sofa alone. The draft worked harder than the furnace and reminded him how open the room around him was with every sharp, cold needle of chill pricking his toes.

With a throw pillow and the green towel around his shoulders like a blanket, he turned onto his side, facing the backrest. The only comfortable way to place his arms was with his hands pressed against the scratchy upholstery, and he found a miserable smidgen of comfort in resting his brow bone against the first knuckle of his index fingers, gently trapping his nose and his eyelids between the meat of his thumbs. The feeling of his hands against his skin relieved some tension in his forehead even if the heat of his own breath kept his chest tight. In a strange posture of simultaneously guarding and hiding his face, he slept for a couple more hours.

#metalocalypse fanfic #pickles the drummer #my writing

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