#Texas Road House bread
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burnt- a joel miller x reader
summary: life is sweet, but your big, tough, roughed up husband is sweeter. just for you…. only ever you. domestic life is full of happiness, bliss and….. kinky sex?
warnings: daddy kink (sorry not sorry), no outbreak!au, big fat girthy age gap (20s/late 40s), smut (finger sucking, thigh riding, light choking, f receiving oral, creampie, pinkus in vageenja sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink.) no use of y/n.
note: this hasn’t been proofread, so sorry for any grammar errors. xx
You couldn’t remember when it happened.
When the sleepless nights tangled up in his arms, where neither of you quite knew where the other would end or begin, bled into the quiet mornings spent tangled in the other’s arms. When breathy moans evolved into deep conversations about the afterlife and family values. You couldn’t remember when Joel went from the wild, rugged cowboy you rode for hours on end, to the supportive husband who protected you, made coffee for you, mowed the lawn and took care of you.
It happened quietly. Naturally. Perfectly.
No more were the nights of stumbling around drunk, fooling around behind your friends’ backs, leaving the labels far away and out of sight.
Oh, no. Not anymore.
The silver band engraved with flowers, a pretty, shimmering gemstone sitting on top, reminded you every day of that.
Now, Joel still had that wild streak in him, that dark tint to his eyes. He still let you know he could, and would, fuck you in to high Heaven, show you just how good of a girl you are. But the sweet, simple domesticity of dancing in the kitchen, grilling for friends, watching the news and shaking your head together- that was all new.
Autumn was dawning over the sticky heat of Texas, the air cooling off ever so slightly, days shortening toward cool, navy nights. Your front porch in the mornings, as the sun rose up, offered you solace away from the sappy humidity, that seemed to cling against your skin like tar.
So, each morning before the world would awake, you would sit on the rocking chair that your doting Joel made just for you, and you would drink your coffee, your tea, your chocolate milk- whatever you were in the mood for during that particular moment- and you would watch your front lawn come alive with bursting rays of light.
Occasionally, on a particularly quiet day, you would see a wild bunny hop through your yard, or a sweet black cat drag its side against the white picket fence of the house across the road.
You relished in these little interactions with nature. You craved them.
And when they were done, before the clock even had the chance to click past 8AM, you would climb back in to bed with your bear of a husband, wrap your arms around his back (which had inevitably turned away from your side through the night), and fall back into a peaceful snooze for the next hour or so, until the blaring alarm on Joel’s phone would begin ringing.
And then, he would awake.
Joel would turn to you, with a goofy, love sick grin on his face, and gently kiss your nose, pulling you flush against his warm, sleepy chest. His deep breaths would vibrate against you, his hands inevitably finding their way to the band of your panties or hem of your shirt, and you would spend the first half hour of your morning feeling his cock inside of you, or his fingers in your mouth, or his tongue against your clit.
Being married….. well now, that was a treat. One you would never get tired of devouring.
The clock had slowly been ticking towards 6 P.M.
Husband Joel would be walking in through those doors at any moment now, and you were still struggling through the recipe, the book propped up on the counter, the shiny pages now tarnished with the smears of paprika, melted butter- anything you had touched in the kitchen, really.
The house was alive with the smell of cooking chicken and boiling pasta. You had tried, and failed, to make garlic bread from scratch. You enjoyed cooking, but Joel never expected it, and what was what you loved.
He never treated you like his slave, or his subservient house wife. You were equals, partners. If whatever dinner you were cooking failed, he had no problem ordering chinese, or making you breakfast for dinner, fluffy pancakes and all.
The thought made your stomach grumble.
You figured today was a beautiful September day, and your husband was a wonderful husband, and he deserved some delicious fucking pasta when he walked through the front door.
When he walked through the front door…..
Sweaty from an honest days work, those curls slicked to his forehead, arms bulging beneath the tight sleeves of whatever old shirt he chose from his closet, worn and faded from the hand of the sun.
Oh, when he walked through that door….
Your knees were already growing weak.
You clutched the edge of the counter, nails gently digging in to the wood. You focused your eyes on the boiling pasta water, your mind wandering with thoughts of Joel. Always of Joel.
His hand had wrapped itself around your neck, belly pressed against the cool counter of the kitchen. The feeling of his fingers gently pressing in to your skin sent shock waves of pleasure rippling throughout, straight to your pussy. He hadn’t even touched you anywhere south of your tits.
Joel was kissing you like a starved man, his hot lips searing your skin, like a poker branding your skin with the mark of his love. His undying, unwavering, steadfast love.
“Joel,” you whimpered, “I need you. I need you to touch me.”
“Touch you where, babydoll? Here?” He asked, his fingers gently tweaking your left nipple. You shook your head no, stifling a moan. “Oh. Hmm. How about here?” He gently brushed his fingers against your belly, tickling your skin until a soft laugh erupted. You shook your head again. “I think I know where.”
Joel used his knee to spread open your legs, pressing you down flat into the counter, your cheeks now resting against the cold surface. His rough palms lay flat against your skin as he dragged them down to your ass, spreading them open as the searing heat of shyness spread through your chest.
“Let me see.” Joel pondered a faux thought, before a smirk overtook his face and he dipped his fingers into the soaked entrance of your cunt, knuckle deep as his body pressed against your back. You felt the outline of his hardening cock jutting through his tight boxers, a shiver running down your spine. “Here. Right?”
“Y-Yes!” You squealed, your nails digging into the wooden countertops. You felt it flaking beneath your grasp, and you knew an indent would be left. Oh well, you thought.
“That’s what I thought-”
Your deep, emphasis on the deep, thought was cut short by someone grabbing you quickly, showering your neck in familiar kisses.
“Joel!” You gasped, jumping as his hands made contact with you. You burst into a fit of laughter, his stubble tickling your jaw line as he spun you towards him.
And there he was. Just as you suspected.
His graying curls were soaked with sweat, framing the sides of his face ever so slightly, and a love sick, honey sweet grin reserved just for you was atop his perfect lips. The sun had almost set, and the amber light flooding in through the transparent curtains had shrouded his figure in a burst of light.
“Evenin’ my-” Joel paused, nose lifting into the air. “Somethin’s burnin-” The fire alarm cut him off, just in time.
“God dammit!” You turned around to see your chicken black as charcoal, smoke fanning from the pan. You were so lost in thought, you completely ignored the food. “Fuck!”
Joel had undone the fire alarm atop the ceiling quicker than you had fanned the smoke away, opening all the windows with a groan. You fell on the couch, dejected and annoyed, holding a crocheted pillow to your chest in a moment of well-deserved self pity. Joel turned to look at you, amusement behind his eyes.
“I was trying to make you a nice dinner!” You explained with a dramatic fling of your arms.
“Mhm… and what happened?” There was a sense of charming fun poking at his words.
“I was…. I was just, uh, I was thinking about some things.”
Joel was getting closer to you, his steps slow. “I’m sure. You are quite the thinker, sweet girl. What was it that was so important, you completely forgot about everything else?”
“Taxes!” You blurted out before you could even stop yourself.
He couldn’t help but laugh, sitting down beside you. His hand gently rubbed your stomach, down to your thighs, your body like jello beneath his touch. Joel’s face was close to yours now, his nose brushing against your cheek ever so slightly. “‘S that so?”
“Y-Uh…. mhm.”
“Now I trust you’d never lie to me.” His breath was hot on your face, and you shivered as his hands ran up and down your torso, paying extra attention to the hem of your sports bra.
“I wasn’t thinking about taxes.” You admitted, guilt evident on your face.
“There’s the truth. Now that’s daddy’s good girl. C’mere.” He patted his lap and you willingly obliged, straddling his thigh as Joel wrapped his strong arms around you, fingers finding the hem of your shirt and pressing against the small of your exposed back. “Now,” he brushed a stray piece of hair away, “what was it you were thinkin’ about?”
“You.”
“Me? Well darlin’, I am flattered. What about me?” His voice was low, right against your ear.
You ignored his question, tilting your neck instinctively as his lips found their way to your skin. You whimpered quietly the first time he kissed you, right beneath your ear, squirming against his denim clad thigh, thick and tantalizing beneath you.
Joel found the waistband of your leggings, slipping his fingers down your panties, into the sticky hot mess that had made itself home in your underwear. His index finger traced your folds, your cunt aching beneath his touch.
Right now, the world was him, and he was you, and your movements were one. Nothing else was as important to you as Joel Miller making you orgasm, over and over and over.
“Oh.” Joel tutted, removing his hand, ignoring the protests that escaped you. “I know what you were thinking about.” There was a charmingly sardonic pull to each of his syllables.
“Do you?”
“Mhm. You were thinking about me fuckin’ that tight little pussy. Weren’t you?”
A sharp breath caught in the back of your throat. You felt that coil, sharp and deep within you, just waiting to be cut, waiting to be relieved.
Even after all this time, Joel still sent shivers down your spine. He still made your knees weak, still made your heart flutter.
You remember people telling you he was too old for you, that he was going to slow you down. That, one day, the honeymoon phase would wear off, that one day it would feel like you had settled for an old man who you’d have to end up taking care of- that was many moons ago…
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
You looked into the eyes of Joel, his orbs darkening as he caught sight of you. He removed his fingers from the waistband of your pants, slowly moving them up towards your mouth, lips thick and glossy with desire.
“Suck.” He commanded.
You obeyed, gently grabbing his wrist with both your hands, inching his ring and middle finger slowly into your mouth. You made a spectacle, put on a show just for him, as you began swirling your tongue around the tips of his digits, giggling quietly as he hummed out in satisfaction. With his free hand, Joel gently grabbed the side of your head, his fingers running through your hair.
“Good girl. That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
You grounded yourself against his thigh, humming softly as he moved his hands to your waist, his grip tight, secure, protective.
“That’s right, grind that little pussy on my thigh. Give me a show, girl.”
You smiled at him, that charming, dazzling smile that made Joel’s heart pound, and slowly took your shirt off, your red bra on full display in front of him. Joel grabbed your tits, kneading them in his rough palms, calloused fingers gently pinching and twisting your nipples, the friction making you moan out.
“Been thinkin’ bout these all day.” Joel murmured, leaning forward and burying his face in the valley between each of your breasts. He groaned into your soft skin, licking a thick, hot strip up your neck as you moved against him. Your clit, swelling and screaming beneath the fabric of your underwear, dragged circles against his jeans as his bare hands grasped the curves of your hips, helping you move and sway against him.
“Joel.” You whispered, begging.
“What, honey? Use your words.”
“Fuck me.”
“‘S that what my pretty girl wants?”
“More than anything.”
Joel pushed you beneath him on the couch, the leather cool and comforting against your bare back. He looked at you, devouring you with his eyes. He was drunk on you now, orbs blown black like charcoal, lips tightened in a carnivorous snarl.
He was hungry.
“God damn, girl. Never gonna get tired of this view.” He moaned out your name as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your belly before taking your pants off, his thumb dragging across the soaked strip imprinted into your panties. Joel leaned forward, following the line his thumb made with his tongue, his ears perking at the sound of your moans.
Joel thumbed the skimpy fabric down your legs, his palms rubbing against your smooth skin, before he propped your legs on his shoulders, face to face with your throbbing, soaked pussy.
His index traced over your fold, watching as it became coated with your wetness.
“All for me?” He hummed out, the pad of his digit now grazing over your clit. It thrummed against his skin, your pussy clenching wantonly against nothing. “Guess I should do somethin’ about this, shouldn’t I? Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly to leave my lady hanging like this. All wet and ready for her daddy.”
You whimpered, lips pressed in a tight line, as you watched your husbands every move.
Joel leaned forward, his tongue flat against your clit, looking up into your eyes. He left his tongue there, no hint or movement, as the corner of his mouth tilted up in a smirk.
“Please.” Your voice was pathetic, a quiet, distant plea.
“Ohh.” He chuckled between his syllables. “You want me to lick you? Want me to suck on this pretty clit if yours?”
“Please!” You repeated, practically a shout.
Joel chuckled, a deep, throaty, gorgeous chuckle, before wrapping his lips around your clit. His hit tongue swirled slowly around it, your pussy throbbing against his face. He moaned against you, hands grasping ahold of your thighs as he kept your legs apart, his mouth focusing on your pussy.
“Oh, Joel. Oh!” You ran your fingers through his graying hair, curls falling in his forehead as you held him there.
He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he spread your lips open, exposing your cunt to his eyes. Joel ran a tongue over his lower lip, pushing into your tight hole with two of his digits, knuckle deep as he watched you squirm and moan for him. Your nails dug into the leather couch, marks you knew would inevitably be left there. You didn’t care right now. How could you? Joel had set you on fire, every nerve panting his name like a chant. No thoughts of the world, of taxes, of burnt dinner- only of him.
Your back arched against the couch as he ducked you with his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles around your button as he kissed his way up your belly and to your chest, stopping to pay extra care to your tight, stiff nipples. You watched as he sucked them, his every move burning in to your brain, before he came face to face with you.
The curve of his nose pressed into your own, the scruff of his cheeks burning against your face as he pressed his mouth onto yours, a deep, passionate kiss engulfing the both of you. He continued thrusting your fingers deep inside your pussy, yet your hands travelled lower, undoing the buckle of his belt, the zipper of his jeans, until all that separated his thick, throbbing cock from your pussy was the right black material of his briefs.
A shaky breath escaped you as he pulled his hand away, slowly moving it to your throat. Joel was careful not to apply any pressure, instead focusing his grip on the sides, a devilish smirk glimmering down at you.
“Use your words, baby. What do you want from me?”
“Cock. Please. Fuck me.” You were begging now, hips squirming into him.
Joel pulled away momentarily and you watched as his long fingers pushed down his underwear, a thick, veiny, angry cock falling out, slapping against your thigh with a quiet noise. He wrapped his fist around his dick, slowly pumping it with one hand as he held you in place by your neck with the other.
“I could just hold you here, ‘til I cum all over your belly.”
You groaned out in protest, dejected.
“Not want you want? Hmm. Oh. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Want me to fill you up with my cum, ‘till it’s dripping out of you? Yeah, that’s what you want. I see it in your eyes, girl. You want me to pump you full of cum, fill this cunt right up.”
“Y-yeah.”
He shook his head no. “Mhm.” He warned, tapping the head of his cock against your clit. “Words.”
“Yes please.” You corrected yourself, watching as his handsome face became plastered with a smile.
“That’s more like it. See? Manners maketh man.” He teased, his cock now resting right at your entrance. He moved his hand from your throat, both his arms now at the side of your face, before filling you up with one swift push of his hips.
You were full to the hilt, the tip of his leaking dick pressing against your cervix, a jolt of pain, pleasurable and electrifying, rushing through you. Joel pulled away slowly, watching as the folds of your pussy spread again his shaft, a dirty and sexy sight just for him. He groaned, lip caught between his teeth as he started fucking you proper.
“So tight. So fuckin’ tight. You’re such a dream, darlin’. Such a fuckin’ pretty girl for me.”
Joel reached down, thumbing your clit. He watched the way your back curved off the couch, the way your baby hairs stuck to your forehead, the way your lips parted, singing their sinful song of lust- oh, Joel could’ve cum just from looking at you.
“Wanna cum.” You gasped for air, his fingers dancing against your button as he pounded in to you, hips on hips cracking like whips, sweat forming between your bodies, glueing you together like puzzle pieces.
“I’ll make you cum, honey. Don’t you worry.”
His cock was thrusting deeper and deeper, his tip hitting against that spot that made you shudder. Your shoulders rocked forward as you threw your arms around him, bringing him closer to you. You kissed him again, hungry and wanting, fingers knotting into his hair as you felt your belly clenching. Your cunt wept against his cock, and you felt your orgasm brewing.
“Gonna cum.” You whispered. “Gonna cum on you. Gonna- gonna-“ Your orgasm washed over you, hips thrusting into him as you came.
“Thatta girl. Good girl.” He cooed, his hand rubbing your belly gently. “Look at me.”
You looked at Joel, face slack with tiredness, your orgasm wiping the energy out of you. Nonetheless you held him tightly, legs tight around his waist, his movements now sloppy and wanting as he drove in to you.
When your eyes met, Joel’s face softened, the hint of a smile on his mouth. “So pretty.” He whispered, gently holding your throat again. “I love you, you know that?”
You nodded, rubbing your nose against his. “I know. And I love you.” You whispered, promising, smiling against his mouth as he kissed you once more.
“I’m gonna cum.” Joel snarled into your mouth as his cock twitched, spurts of hot cum painting the inside of your pussy, his body tensing as he held you close and tight, groaning your name into your hair. “Oh, fuck.”
You sighed into his chest as he fell into you, rough hands massaging the softness of your sides as Joel drew you in closer.
You laid against him, packed tight like sardines on the couch, before he looked down at you, eyes glimmering with a sparkle of amusement.
“So.” He began.
“So?” You giggled.
“What’re we gonna do about dinner?”
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How did you get so fucking huge?? That belly is massive and I need to know what went into making it so big and soft
Carbs! Lots and lots of carbs! I’m the type to eat all the rolls for the table at Texas Road House then ask for some when my meal actually comes 😆 Bread is life, I guess that’s why my tummy is so doughy 😅
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been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go
fair warning this is an incredibly long post
first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in
the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that
these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T
THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD
my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl
loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr
the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@
i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming
the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt
SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE
MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH
I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG
THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S
THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD
I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS
YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS
THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD
He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence
show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights
ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious
oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics
give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo
so family tree is a banger
i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album
the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately
nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss
im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee
I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS
MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀
i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere
AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED
love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part
sad cowgirl winter lets go girls
i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are
its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing
oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on
a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting
the intro for this songgggg
the production is the fucking besttttt
the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt
i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up
the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw
next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too
oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay
ooh the distortion in the beginningggg
the intensity building is so horror-like i love it
the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye
I am the face of loves rage what the fuck
the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please
the entire ending um???
its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl
ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon
televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous
what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics
WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???
SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW
one more song i have no idea what to say
freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this
when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right
and arlington's in texas👀👀👀
f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo
wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever
if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing
in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this
ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this
#ethel cain#hayden anhedönia#preachers daughter#mother cain#southern gothic#southern gothic aesthetic#my post
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Theoretical House Arrest AU Mike Daily Menu Example
Because I wanted a bit of a visualization of scale for myself for when I write his ass.
Goals- 4 meals (totaling ~23,000 calories) and 3 snacks (totaling ~6000 calories) a day
Breakfast: ~3600 calories
5 frozen hashbrowns (~900 calories)
2 servings fruit parfait (~1110 calories)
2 frozen sausage, egg, cheese sandwiches (~820 calories)
2 toaster strudel (~340 calories)
1 serving veggie omelette w/extra butter (~300 calories)
Coffee w/butter (~100 calories)
Morning Snack: ~2000 calories
3 servings meat, cheese & crackers (~960 calories)
4 servings trail mix (~500 calories)
1 chocolate bar (~210 calories)
2 servings fruit juice (~160 calories)
Lunch: ~5800 calories
5 servings ready-make stroganoff w/heavy cream (~3000 calories)
4 servings steam-in-bag mixed veggies (~140 calories)
5 slices multi-grain bread (~600 calories)
3 servings frozen mozzarella sticks (~900 calories)
2 servings rocky road milkshake w/heavy cream (~1000 calories)
Afternoon Snack: ~2000 calories
1 triple decker peanut butter, honey, & banana sandwich (~1000 calories)
4 slim jims (~150 calories)
1 serving caramel milkshake w/heavy cream (~800 calories)
Supper: ~5800 calories
4 servings salmon & pasta in cream sauce (~2400 calories)
3 servings loaded baked potato (~2200 calories)
2 servings sauteed vegetables w/peanut sauce (~700 calories)
2 cupcakes (~500 calories)
1 Arizona tea (~200 calories)
Evening Snack: ~2000 calories
1 half apple pie w/whipped cream (~1240 calories)
2 cherry cheese danish (~540 calories)
Coffee w/butter (~100 calories)
Dinner: ~8000 calories
8 servings pot roast dinner w/ vegetables and potatoes (~4600 calories)
8 slices cheesy texas toast (~1400 calories)
8 servings mixed nuts (~1400 calories)
2 servings cheese (~200 calories)
2 servings cherry banana smoothie (~500 calories)
#i almost didn't share this#but guys i worked so hard#and also jesus fucking christ on a cockerel#i tried to make it as balanced as i could given the severe calorie needs going on#did i succeed? ...i tried#boy is packing it away that dinner alone is minimum 5 lbs of food#i'd ask where he keeps it all but the mouths on his palms are deeper than his hands#so clearly he's working on some gourmand-brand biology or something#boy has a personal pocket dimension dedicated to food and teeth#subspecies 11#doesn't really count but i want to find this later#i'm not doing it twice
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Texas Road House anon here- Uhm it’s a really good restaurant and there bread RILLS ARE SO GOOD ARARARARARRRARARAHAHAGDTSJDJDBVSGXHDJE YUM ASK ANY AMERICAN TEXAS ROAD HOUSE ROLLS ARE AMAZING BUT UHM UH UH THERE LIKE REALLY LOUD USUAALLY FYI
all good mwuahaha im keen to try it!!!
also thinking i should try outback steak house as its a us chain, not australian. at least ive never had one of those deep fried onions
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Journal: Cheese Louise and Butter Fingers...
When you are on a bipolar manic, making grilled cheese sandwiches is a sort of forced meditation. You have to keep the heat to get the cook just right, you can't leave or really do anything else withou risking distraction and buring dinner. So you have to wait --sweat it out at the stove top-- at least in my case because we have one working air conditioner and it isn't in the front rooms. Nope, we have to tuck ourselves away in the bedroom during the day. Sans air conditioning means the near total shut down of the house; no television, barely any lights, and only the cats dumb enough to hang out in the heat as my only conversational companions. And this heat? I am from the San Antonio, Texas area. Today (7/12/2023) we hit 104 degrees, feeling like 112 degrees.
Stillness. So as not to lose focus on the food. Sweat--to keep my pores clean. Butter--to clog my pores again. Too hot to leave the house. Too dark this late at night to leave the house in case I run into trouble on the road... and with nowhere to go since nearly everything closes at nine or ten.
I am left with only an oven door and my imagination; pretending to hold on to the cheap seat bar of a roller coaster car. And I am terrified of roller coasters. Yet, I am believable enough to convinve myself my seat rattles and my ears are deaf with the hollaring winds of motion and the shrieks of the poor sap in front of me. Until the door creaks and someone walks in, breaking the sad excuse of a spell.
I tried using the dishwasher door handle, but opening it up on an incline was a bitch. The oven opens up much easier, especially on the jerky turns.
A whole lot of love and a whole loaf of bread; I get stuck with an odd number of sandwiches. How upsetting. One lightbulb and the ventilator hood light over the stove top... Looking around in this hazy-lit mess of a kitchen, I involuntarily assign myself up for kitchen duty tomorrow morning. In this sad lighting, my gc's look awesome. Let's see what comes to light.
Enjoy your dinner, Tumblr.
With a cheezy grin,
She Who Is Collared
#am writing#journal#grilled cheese#mental health#thepurplecollar#writers on tumblr#women writers#dirty jobs#kitchen duty
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DONT ACCEPT WHITE CRIMES INTERNATIONAL MURDERS
those illegal hospital white only clubs slammed my head and body upside down and said I was DUMP STER DUMPED, at PEDRO PETS PIT TONS of SEALS,
by they almost murdered me from using my body as dumping me upsidedown from illegal hospitals in Mckinney Texas, and their still trying to call me a Mac Donalds Hamburger Manager dumpster dive, package meals
genocides of white crimes,
dumping upsidedown ER homicide trucks, stolen white medical teams being used as FRAT rat poison houses.
those illegal hospital white only clubs slammed my head and body upside down and said I was DUMP STER DUMPED, at PEDRO PETS PIT TONS of SEALS,
by they almost murdered me from using my body as dumping me upsidedown from illegal hospitals in Mckinney Texas, and their still trying to call me a Mac Donalds Hamburger Manager dumpster dive, package meals
genocides of white crimes,
dumping upsidedown ER homicide trucks, stolen white medical teams being used as FRAT rat poison houses.
im so mad and disappointed that america so easily lets white criminals murder or genocide people saying Lambs Wool and stamming peoples bodies upsidedown while their sea dates, sedated, a bunions and purple date onions Kim banging
those illegal hospital white only clubs slammed my head and body upside down and said I was DUMP STER DUMPED, at PEDRO PETS PIT TONS of SEALS,
by they almost murdered me from using my body as dumping me upsidedown from illegal hospitals in Mckinney Texas, and their still trying to call me a Mac Donalds Hamburger Manager dumpster dive, package meals
genocides of white crimes,
dumping upsidedown ER homicide trucks, stolen white medical teams being used as FRAT rat poison houses.
im so mad and disappointed that america so easily lets white criminals murder or genocide people saying Lambs Wool and stamming peoples bodies upsidedown while their sea dates, sedated, a bunions and purple date onions Kim banging
victims responses Mckinney Texas homicides in america children packing death to babies,
at bread rail road barstools hands and slamming bodies upsidedown
yeah im really mad babe,
thats so disgusting, i really want witness protection without white illegal undercover teams,
white undercover teams in america causing global homicides,
i swear my life, I vow on my life that’s how their washing and bedding crimes on victims bodies
their trying to attack us again at saying CD PLAYERS, and PIZZA BISCUITS BABY GOLDS
dont deal with cd players!!
hard drive wires!! white crimes,
don't accept white crimes,
theyre war homicides at them massing CD pizza cutters and saying EAT BAY GHOALS and BISCUITS SCOTTY POTTY TEA
not snow capsules,
not pack man pudge
just listen cody…. theres too many white crimes occurring,
get a new telephone anchor if you wish, but PLEASE please dont accept white people’s injustices against humanity and myself too, everyone,
they’ve systematically stacked gang homicide teams in stolen false roles, lab assistants, doctors, police, only white explicit crimes
and they all try to hide stacking pizza slicers and pancake CD dick disks, about saying DIZZINESS at
DEE DAY ZZZZ MEAT DOUGHNUT
just dont accept derogatory, white explicit crimes,
please dont disbelieve…
or they could try to come back to hurt me again, and they’re already farming lots,
fights at Mayo Nasal crushing bodies and lungs,
because they said if anyone outbreeds their crimes they try to have them subbedded with pokemon throw balls and childrens MAC MIC rat donalds,
at says CD player and KIM MIC,
trying to say Kim Banging and slander camp dumping bodies
they dropped me down backwards and acted like I naturally fell backwards, after purposely trying to rip my heart slander crimes,
just dont accept white cimes,
PLEASE cody.. okay. dont panic too much, I promise MY LIFE, only white people did that towards me and many people,
MANY people, not MAYO NAZZZE
frat house homicides purple pazye
i had to tell cody the building manager before they try to come back here, or before they try to smash farm more white crimes on us, me, you, all innocent lives
they are all trying to say CD player pizza slice homicides, and mac donalds MIC MAC micro phone homicides…
Kim Mic,
at saying Kim, they blamed at RAT cheerleaders homicides on cheerleader squads,
please dont accept white crimes
and please dont betray anyone locally or internationally.
they've said TWIST his YOUR REEF THA, your Reatha
says white crimes hidden all those HIGH DENS at your Reatha frank cull lenses, homicides and genocides WHITE ONLY slander dumps stealing essential life functions,
white crimes, please dont mistake those events for anyone else, because I promise MY LIFE that those are illegal WHITE only
victims laws,
please dont accept white crimes, because theyre ruining peoples lives of smashing generational poverty crimes
dont accept Poll Volt either
sideways motorcycle poll volt
lightning bikes, turn a pole sideways, and thats a lightning bolt bike homicide
dont accept Poll Volt either
sideways motorcycle poll volt
lightning bikes, turn a pole sideways, and thats a lightning bolt bike homicide
they were smashing my lungs
and chest, to suppress my voice,
and stealing cheerleaders and commander voices
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I'm going on tour with my band Pocket Vinyl for the next month!
If you're anywhere near any of our tour dates, come say hi! We're counting down the dates to our 1000th show (What?? How??)
See you on the road!
978 - Sept. 30 – Binghamton, NY – The Bundy Museum of History & Art
979 - Oct. 1 – Pittsburgh, PA – Black Forge Coffee
980 - Oct. 5 – Memphis, TN – BAR DKDC
981 - Oct. 6 – Cleveland, MS – Hey Joe's
982 - Oct. 8 – Beaumont, TX – Logon Cafe Beaumont Texas!!!
983 - Oct. 12 – Siloam Springs, AR – Pour Jons
984 - Oct. 13 – Wichita, KS – Kirby’s Beer Store
985 - Oct. 14 – Topeka, KS – The Legendary Boobie Trap Bar
986 - Oct. 15 – Kearney, NE – The Other Side
987 - Oct. 16 – Fort Collins, CO - Funktional: A Space for Radical Reuse
988 - Oct. 18 – Denver, CO - Seventh Circle Music Collective
989 - Oct. 19 – Rapid City, SD – Decades Vintage
990 - Oct 20 – Bismarck ND – Rhythm Records
991 - Oct. 21 – Minot, ND – Prairie Sky Breads Minot
992 - Oct. 22 – Aberdeen, SD – Red Rooster Coffee House
993 - Oct. 23 – Excelsior, MN – 318 Cafe
994 - Oct. 26 – Madison, WI – The Bur Oak
995 - Oct. 27 – Chicago, IL – Jesus People USA
996 - Oct. 28 – Chesterton, IN – Red Cup
997 - Oct. 29 – Norwalk, OH – Water Bottom Stage
998 - Nov. 2 - New Haven, CT - Cafe Nine
999 - Nov. 7 – Saratoga Springs, NY – Desperate Annie's
1000 - Nov. 18 – Norwich, CT – Strange Brew Pub
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i have the best friend ever. she brought me bread from texas road house
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34, 50 and 51 :D
34 (favorite place to go on a date?). Ok i've always been single and have no plans to change that but lemme tell you about my bread date idea I've had since I was like...13, inspired both by that one episode of friends where ross gets stood up but gets free lobster cakes or something and by the breadsticks meme. So basically you go to a restaurant, maybe texas road house, olive garden, outback, anywhere with really good bread. Go in alone and act like you're waiting for your date. Over the course of like 20 minutes, stuff your bag full of bread. When your date doesn't show up, act very distraught and pretend you've been stood up and leave without ordering. You and your date do this at varying restaurants around town until you've amassed enough free bead for a lifetime and then meet up at a planned location and feast on the banquet built on lies. I'm sure I'll never do this but I've stuck with this idea for years. Wow I really want some bread now.
50 (any arospec headcanons?) oh gee I KNOW I have at least one but I can't think...the one I joked about with friends yesterday was Ravenpaw from warriors (It's been 10 years since I read those books and I'm still in love with them).
51 (How do you feel about romance in media?) I could talk about this for HOURs. I'm sure partially because I grew up surrounded by romance stories and ideas, but I'm such a hopeless romantic. I love romance novels (unless they're insanely cheesy), I love fanfic, I love headcanons, I love romance. What I've found interesting is that once that characters get together, I'm often bored of it and don't find the plot interesting anymore. I love the process of characters falling in love but once any drama is over, it's boring (Im sorry loll). I love most cliches though, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, "forbidden" romance, etc, but I have to be in the right mood for it. There's some plotlines like love triangles that are just too overdone and I'm bored of.
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I’ve No Accent, It’s Y’all Fellas That Have An Accent
Apparently I sound more southern than my ears heard
If I could go back and do my collegiate studies differently, I’m quite certain I would study linguistics and study languages. There’s always been a sense of excitement and some ease in picking up languages, connections among different languages and an ability to mimic the accents of various regions. There was much entertainment to be had to be able to recreate various accents. My Russian accent was really coming along one year and I used it exclusively in my last period class for a week immediately after the start of the school year. I had my last period class convinced I was a Russian immigrant come to educate American children.
There’s so much negativity when it comes to learning any other languages in this country besides English. “We talk MURICAN round here;” I’ve heard that comment or one like it dozens of times. It’s depressing to see people react hostilely to anything different. We don’t even overlook the linguistic differences in our own way of talking with each other. The last eight months has made that abundantly clear. You see, Kim and I are from the Dixie side of deep East Texas and apparently, we talk with a bit of a twang. I was not ignorant regarding that state of affairs, as per my interest in languages, accents and history and such. We’ve traveled extensively in Europe and would get the casual, “you’re American, you sound like a John Wayne movie.” It’s fun to engage in such repartee overseas, but when you get teased for sounding, “so southern,” in your own country, well, by god that ain’t right.
Temporarily residing in the Midwest, our southern twang sticks out like a sore thumb! I thought I had it under control; I felt I had a certain style of sophistication that tamped down my drawl. Oh not the case tiny dancer, that became clear early on in Columbia, Mo. A person walked by with their beautiful Yorkie pup. The pup sniffed me and I looked to the owner and asked, “may I ?” She replied, “oh yass my DOG loves the attention.” I smiled at her quaint midwestern, nasally reply. Then she asked if I had a DOG to which I boldly responded, “why yes’m…we all have three DAWGS and I luv em to heaven and back. Do Y’ALL have more’n one DAWG?” And there it was …the smile on her face and the giggled question, “where in the south are you from?”
Every region has its stereotype: California has its gnarly surfin’ dude, Canada has its ultra polite people who drive you crazy when they say, “eh” so often, NYC has the tough Brooklyn accent and Boston has the famous “southie “ accent. I love a smooth, soft spoken, southern drawl like I love hearing birds sing. What is an irritation that’s hard to handle is the assumption that goes along with that lovely southern sound is that we all are back woods, country-ass rubes who live on gizzards and corn bread (which is amazingly delicious). I did mention stereotypes….and all stereotypes originate from some grain of truth. We DO have such folks down here, hell, I’ve been one of those fellows at times in my life; but it’s not one out of three folks. You adapt and alter your impressions based on your audience. I grew up hunting, I fished with my dad and my sons, I’ve set out trot lines in shallow dirty rivers, I worked road construction, roofed houses, built cabinets and enjoyed being immersed in the community of hard working, decent, fun men who put up no pretense. Although, the ability to engage in pretense can be helpful.
We all seek the freedom of being ourselves whenever we choose, but life is complex and as Shakespeare said, “…men play many roles!” I had my department meeting persona, my parent conference persona, my high minded artist persona, my empathetic persona as well. They were all me, I was just adjusting to the situation. You are who you are in whatever situation you find yourself. Nowadays, we find ourselves strangers in strange lands having great times. I can still adjust my jargon to the situation at hand, but a lot of those complex circumstances don’t happen as often as they once did. I’m proud of my history, legacy and heritage…and my suave, debonair silky smooth southern drawl. If it’s a struggle, I’m lovin it!
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Okay Texas road house guy here again, outhouse steak back is super fucking good and you should try it, but lately at least where I live the quality had gone down so just fyi. But you also try homemakers, it has free cookies and drinks and you get to look at comfy chairs (idk if you have homemakers where you are tho)
i am sorry to say this but i am so scared after reading that story of an american who ate australian bread for the first time and lost their mind at how different and good it was, so im worried about the food quality in general T___T im really interested to see how it ACTUALLY is
Im keen to try this "Australian" Steakhouse though!!!!
OHH I'll add homemakers to my list >:3
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ASTORGA
WF UPDATE (6/30/23): DAY 3
When we started out today, at 7:30 a.m., it was cold outside. It was only 45 degrees. We wore our warm shirts. When we finished, at about 1:15 p.m., it was a beautiful 75 degrees.
We covered 10.4 miles. We don’t rush. We take numerous breaks for snacks, photos, and other diversions. GC1 likes to stop at every playground that we see. He also likes to take pictures of cats. We see a ton of cats.
We hit our first rolling hills today. Nothing too big. The flat areas are farms. The crops are corn or wheat. We also walked right through the middle of a dairy farm.
We were close enough to touch the barn. We could touch the cows that were feeding in a pen right next to the barn. Weird.
At the top of the biggest hill, we came across three little huts that were built in the yard of a farmhouse. The proprietor of the huts was a hippie in his 40s. He had a serious “zen” vibe. The huts housed table after table of drinks and snacks for passing Pilgrims. Everything was free. The hippie says that he improves his life by giving gifts. It would take pages for me to list all of the offerings. One table was full of every fruit imaginable. Another was filled with all sorts of homemade baked goods, including cookies, muffins, and numerous breads. The beverage table had coffee, tea, and at least ten different fruit juices. There was a table full of nuts and cheeses. There was a table full of chocolates.
We enjoyed some great snacks. GC1 made his own orange juice with a fancy fruit press. I grabbed a few hard boiled eggs for the road. The guy was serious about not wanting anything in return. When I pressed him to take a donation, he pushed back and said that he’d be insulted. When I continued to press, he begrudgingly said that if I was afraid of bad karma I could leave a donation in the small can under the fruit table. It wasn’t easy to find the can. I left an appropriate donation.
At that stop we met a travel writer, in her late 60s, from California. She was swapping stories with an old guy from Florida who enjoys adventure vacations. We also met a guy from New Zealand.
As we were approaching Astorga, our home for the next two nights, we walked for about a mile with a girl from Argentina who is in her early twenties. We’ve seen her before. She is walking with her parents, who were way ahead of her. She works remotely, in Argentina, for a shipping company that is located in Dallas, Texas. She says that the economy in Argentina is a horror show, and that the currency is almost valueless. Almost all of her friends have moved to other countries. She stays in Argentina because that’s where her family is. She says that this trip is an outrageous extravagance for her family, but they’re doing it anyway. She urged her parents to walk El Camino while they were still physically able to handle a long hike.
Astorga is an ancient city with an interesting history. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, on our day “off.” One quick “fun fact” about Astorga is that it’s home to the Maragato People. The Moragatos are an ancient tribe, originally Celtic in origin, that date back to the BC era. They’re sort of like Gypsies. They stay away from other people, and they only marry within the tribe. They have many unusual social and spiritual practices. Today, there are approximately 4,000 Maragatos living in the hills near Astorga. They’re famous for a meal called “Cocido Maragato.” It’s a heaping platter of cabbage, potatoes, chickpeas, and seven different meats. That’s what we had for dinner. Yummy.
We’re staying in a fancy hotel. Once upon a time, it was a “palace” for some minor royal dignitary. It’s been owned by the current owner’s family for 238 years. The room is giant. The location is very good. GC1 enjoyed a “swim” in the supersized bathtub. We’ll be here for two days.
There’s a laundromat down the street. I wash our stuff by hand every night, but I’m no match for a commercial washing machine. I had a successful visit to the laundromat. We have clean clothes. Life is good.
I’ll have more time to talk tomorrow. Adios.
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Bacon Wrapped Jalapeno Poppers
Bacon Wrapped Jalapeno poppers have crispy bacon, Creamy Cheese with the spicy bite from the jalapeno, all made in the air fryer or pop them in the oven for the perfect appetizer.
Appetizers are my favorite part of football season. Sometimes that’s all we have for dinner is game day snacks like Texas Road House Fried Pickles, Air Fryer Fried Ravioli, Pizza Monkey Bread, Or even a Dill Pickle…
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Steak House near San Antonio, TX neighborhood
Introduction
San Antonio, TX is a great place to visit if you're looking for some steak. In fact, it's one of the best cities in Texas for fine dining and quality steaks at any price point. Here are the best places in San Antonio to get a steak:
The Grill
The Grill is a steakhouse located in San Antonio, TX. It has been around for over 30 years, and offers an excellent selection of steaks. Their wine list is also quite impressive. The atmosphere at The Grill is very warm and welcoming, so you can expect to feel right at home here.
Ruth's Chris Steak House
Ruth's Chris Steak House is located at 823 Texas St., San Antonio, TX 78205. The restaurant offers a wide selection of filet mignon, ribeye, strip steak, and prime cuts of beef cooked to perfection and served with steakhouse sides like creamed spinach or potato au gratin. Other options include seafood favorites like baked lobster tail or fried calamari.
Morton's The Steakhouse
Morton's The Steakhouse has locations all over the world, but the one in San Antonio, TX is conveniently located right off Highway 90. This steak house serves up a variety of steaks and seafood dishes that are guaranteed to leave your taste buds delighted.
The Republic of Texas Restaurant
The Republic features an extensive wine and beer list with selections from all over the world in addition to traditional favorites like margaritas! Enjoy your meal in our casual dining room or on our spacious patio where live music plays every night during dinner hours. Parking is available directly across the street or behind the building.
Chart House Seafood Restaurant
Chart House Seafood Restaurant is located at 1015 N Loop 1604 W, San Antonio, TX 78248. They are open for dinner from 5 pm to 10 pm Monday through Thursday and 5 pm to 11 pm Friday through Sunday. Their lunch hours are 11 am to 3:30 pm Monday through Friday. The restaurant has a full bar with wine flights and several local beers on tap.
Wind Crest
Wind Crest is a steakhouse located in San Antonio, TX. The restaurant has a variety of steaks and seafood dishes, but they are best known for their signature prime rib. Prime rib is served at lunch or dinner every day and comes with mashed potatoes and vegetables. In addition to the signature prime rib, Wind Crest also offers other types of meat such as New York strip steaks, filet mignon, and Texas Gulf shrimp. If you don’t like red meat then there are plenty of fish options on their menu including salmon, tilapia, and grouper filets.
Live Oak
Live Oak is located at 555 East Basse Road, just south of Loop 410. It's a short drive from downtown SA, but there's free parking in the lot out back.
The menu is mostly steakhouse classics like steaks and chops, but it also has some seafood options as well. The price range is $25-$70 per entree (though most are closer to $40). They have some fun specialty drinks too if you're looking for something other than wine or beer!
Live Oak doesn't have a specialty dessert menu (that I've seen), but their standard dessert choices are great: apple pie or bread pudding with whiskey sauce is both delicious choices here!
Takeaway:
The steak house experience is a bit more challenging than other restaurant experiences. Here are some things to think about before you go to a steak house:
Order your steak rare if you like it that way, but if you don't know how to cook it correctly or you're worried about food poisoning, order your steak medium-rare instead.
You can ask for a side of butter with your steak if you like the flavor of butter on meat better than just eating meat alone.
If you have an allergy or intolerance that makes consuming certain foods dangerous for you, let the waitstaff know so they can avoid serving those items to those who need them.
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The BEST Classic Breakfast Sandwiches in South Carolina Breakfast comes in several different shapes and sizes, but to many, the king of them all is the morning meal club sandwich: an well-known, American combo of eggs, cheese and commonly meat product of some sort (usually pig located) on some kind of bread (typically a bagel, barrel or cookie). The club sandwich is an example of how a conventional breakfast food selection can easily be personalized in numerous techniques through a menu-maker.
”To this day, the breakfast sandwich is quickly the very most preferred lug out breakfast in the city area….though right now it has actually a dual wrapping of wax newspaper and tinfoil.” All-American though it might seem to be today, the breakfast club sandwich perhaps emerged along with factory employees in 19th century England.‡In 1854, a brand new commercial reformation was produced along with the intro of paper sandwiches. While the food sector was starting to take off, newspaper vending makers began to take hold.
On the method to the daily grind, downtrodden laborers would speedily consume alcohol a cup of coffee or tea at a road vendor’s stand and at that point nab a morning meal sandwich as they produced their technique to the manufacturing plant. The people being managed at the website, like anyone else, would be viewed to be the poorest and very most despairing homeowners that are forced to work on the ground. The truth that such employees live like it's not their fault is a really sad sight.
They were initially phoned “bap” club sandwiches, named for the delicate barrel used to store the egg and pork fillings with each other. These were much more preferred in the mid-1970s along with people craving them, especially the fried sandwiches. These sandwiches were produced of dense bits of bacon, covered with a fried-egg, and put on platter. Check For Updates is commonly served scorching and made with veggies and veggies.
Occasionally bacon or sausage, but a simple slathering of bratwurst grease was not rare. This has actually to be a mistake, because for all this, bacon is possibly extra pricey than other bratwurst on the food selection, and typically there are actually no meat product substitutes for it, hence leaving you along with even more than one-third of the bratwurst's weight. To top it all off, it is tough to discover bacon at that rate in a lot of food stores.
As the Industrial Revolution happened right into swing, the morning meal sandwich helped make its means all over the Atlantic. Right now in its third centuries, American breadboards are being replaced through small, present day conveniences—the "typical" breakfast sandwich, or BPA-free, has dropped its appeal. "When the original breakfast sandwich happened into presence, we'd have to eat that a lot of servings a time," claimed Andrew O'Leary of the Food & Drug Administration's Institute for Public Affairs.
It came to be exceptionally prominent as the morning grab-and-go food for cloth factory employees in New England and manufacturing plant employees, laborers and employees in the most extensive northern metropolitan areas such as New York City, Newark and Philadelphia. Currently in its 25th anniversary, The Wall Street Journal disclosed Wednesday that Wal-Mart will relocate creation to Indianapolis in 2016. On Monday, it additionally claimed it would start marketing "a full-size" grocery store establishment in Chicago starting April 21 with 100 shops through 2027.
The American breakfast sandwich had an extra ingredient, cheese, and that ended up being an essential part. When I was youthful, I would make an effort this dish because I was more acquainted with its preference, also at a younger grow older. In the early 1970s, I found myself at an in-house workshop. The guy was a lecturer at Texas A&M, therefore I did significant study of the dishes that had been posted, and located the elements that appeared as if they were created through nearby makers.
Food chroniclers believe the cheese enhancement was an effort to cover up the flavor of less-than-fresh eggs. The exploration led to brand new concepts for how the cheese taste might associate to lactose intolerance. Bolivia is presently the only food country to outlaw egg intake under the present rule. But the relocation was slammed by several participants of the United States Congress for encouraging inadequate nations to continue eating egg replacement, a brand new report pointed out through the Center for Science in the Public Interest, an campaigning for group.
Whatever the reason, cheese was listed below to keep and a traditional morning meal sandwich can easily certainly never be without it. But what produced cheese a favorite is how it happened with each other. In fact, most people think cheese has been produced by a chemical response on the area of bacteria, but that's not exactly accurate. It simply took place at the earliest stages of life as an enzyme. The chemical response of our cells with various versions of our genes in fact happened at the earliest stages of germs evolution.
#Handmade Breakfast Sandwich's in Summerville SC#Coffee in Summverville SC#Handmade Donuts in Summerville SC
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