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choco-froggie · 25 days
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What I would feed HL characters and why
Because cooking food is the best love language
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Sebastian Sallow - Beef bourguignon (French beef stew) with scalloped potatoes
(because that boy probably eats like a hobbit and I’m all for it.) (And an Onion soup for starters and a warm caramel apple pie with vanilla ice for dessert. He’s my favourite he gets the full course.)
Ominis Gaunt - Fraisier (French strawberry cake)
(because don’t tell me that boy doesn’t love sweets and especially fancy desserts. He’d try to hide his love for cute desserts tho.)
Garreth Weasley - Fancy Grilled cheese with cheddar and onion jam
(he is the kind of guy to always enthusiastically compliment the food but never remember what it was. Just that it was good.)
Leander Prewett - Bento cake with words of affirmation
(because he needs some reassurance. Like « you’re doing great », or « good boy » to fit in the small space ?)
Amit Thakkar - Dakgalbi (Spicy stir-fried chicken)
(I’m sure that poor boy suffers from being forced to eat British food everyday but I don’t want to insult his palate with my poor knowledge of Indian cooking. So Korean spicy chicken it will be, I bet he’d be eager to discover a new cuisine.)
Poppy Sweetings - Onion tart and a muffin
(all vegan because that girl would be vegan, and she needs food easy to eat while out while she cares for beasts.)
Natsai Onai - Cinnamon rolls with a hot chocolate topped with whipped cream
(because I’m sure her mother doesn’t let her eat too much sugar but she loves it.)
Imelda Reyes - Cacio e Pepe pasta
(because she needs her carbs as a quidditch player and she must like simple things. And she’d tell me I did it wrong, like Italians when you cook Italian food. Same attitude.)
Anne Sallow - Juk (Korean rice porridge) and brownies
(rice porridges in many Asian cultures are popular when sick, to give strength. And a yummy comforting dessert for that strong girl.)
Photo credit : Ali on Pinterest
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weird-an · 1 year
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Steve's asking what Billy would like to eat for dinner. Again.
"Whatever." Billy waits for Steve to make a choice.
It's the truth. Billy will eat whatever. It's not like he's got a choice what's being cooked at home. Before Susan he had to make dinner most of the time. So dinner had consisted of whatever he found in the freezer or whatever he was able to put on a sandwich.
He never expected that Steve likes to cook. For Billy. He offered twice now.
Billy doesn't care. Food is nourishment and that's it.
"I could cook you whatever you want to eat."
Steve gives him an encouraging smile. It's a weird smile. Like Billy is missing something obvious. Something that Steve worries about, but doesn't want to say out loud.
"Thanks," Billy says, because he is an ass, but he can behave himself sometimes.
It's still wrong. Steve purses his lip, then he sighs. "I just want to make something nice for you."
"Your ass is already nice enough." Billy licks his lips, trying to ignore his trembling hands because somewhere in the back of his mind there is a memory. A bitter one. A sweet one.
Steve scrunches his nose. "But you'll starve eventually. So what's your favorite dish?"
Billy actually has to think about that one. He can't remember if he ever talked about that. He likes pizza and burgers. And tacos but he's pretty sure they suck here in Indiana.
But...
"My mom used to make..." he stops. Has a knot in his throat. Can't bring himself to say it. Has to think of her, whistling in the kitchen. Getting a little stool and letting him help. Has to think of the broken plate and the door closing. Has to think of his dad forgetting about dinner. Has to think about hungry nights.
Steve's hand is on his, squeezing it a little.
"Spaghetti with meatballs." It hurts to say it. It's so fucking stupid.
"Do you want to eat that again?" Steve's voice is careful and soft, his tone wrapping Billy in a blanket.
He nods, not able to find the right words to put this wanting into words. A yes isn't strong enough.
Steve buys groceries. Listens to Billy trying to remember what herbs she put in there. He gets it a bit wrong.
It's different. It's the best meal Billy has eaten in years. A little salty, because of his tears.
But it tastes like home, made by Steve. Food is home. Maybe food means love, too.
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Fresh artisan.
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rainbowskittle · 28 days
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khudkifavourite · 29 days
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▪︎ PUNJABI FOOD IS THE BEST!!!! PERIOD.
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lin11a · 5 months
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After watching Good Omens season 2, I wanted to talk about this :
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A lot of people did recently said that Season 2 Episode 2 was a great episode, but didn't understand the food scene, or found any reason this is here. Well, as far as I am concerned, this is actually the best scene of this episode, even better than the end, and I wanted to talk more about it.
Here is the summarized main topic of this flashback : GOD IS "TESTING" JOB WHILE CROWLEY IS "TESTING" AZIRAPHALE ON DIFFERENT LEVELS
This episode has a big flashback about Aziraphale and Crowley that can't be ignored at all, thanks to all of the elements that we learn about how the Heaven/Hell/World work in this story and about our ineffable duo. We can list those like this :
Demons always do the bad jobs. Nothing new, but what it is new is the "permit" that Crowley has from God to destroy Job possessions and family. An angel can't react against this kind of permit. Usually, angels just watch demons do their thing and rather think about the happy ending than the process, according to Gabriel's justification :
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If angels let demons do and just stare, Aziraphale couldn't let Crowley do that, even after knowing about the bet. At first, he was not aware about the permit nor the bet, and although he's informed after asking, he just comes back to Earth to avoid the killing of the children by trying to convince Crowley to stop, just after the killing of the goats. It doesn't go too well at first :
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In front of this apparently crualty, Aziraphale gives up and is about to leave, BUT notices that the crows around there do not go CAW CAW CAW. He turns toward Crowley and gets from him the REAL staring and honesty he was asking before at this very moment, without any words spoken.
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It's important to notice that Crowley turned (twice) toward Aziraphale, so the angel can have his real answer behind the devilish acting he's got to play. Crowley lets the birds go baaaaa on purpose to see what reaction he would get from the other side, or at least, he waits to see the reaction of the angel instead of just leaving. Aziraphale understands that Crowley didn't kill the goats, and assume quickly that the children will be safe.
Crowley is not naive and knows that Aziraphale misunderstands the true meaning of his decision. But he's also enough smart to understand that Aziraphale has a weird behaviour for an angel : no angel would come to Earth reflecting on a decision from God by trying to convince a demon to stop it. It requires at least to have enough consideration toward humans and kids to act like that, which even Gabriel does not have in this story... Aziraphale does have it, and we all know who has it too but doesn't want to show it too much then constantly fails anyway...
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He's so bad at being bad that when he sets the children's house on fire, Aziraphale sticks to his positions and remains sure of the idea that the children won't die by Crowley's hand. Icing on the cake : Aziraphale doesn't give up nor go away again : he even goes real close to Crowley this time, sure there is no danger at all for anyone's life, sure that Crowley can't lie anymore or hide under his role if he does that.
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Right after in the cellar, Crowley just sees that for once, he's not alone during his duty, and tries to get comfy with what he has in front of him : a wine jar and an angel who has trusted him. Crowley invites Aziraphale to try drinks then food. At first, the angel thinks about temptation from a demon, but the real thing was only about curiosity. Common angels don't have enough curiosity to understand humanity : they often base their knowledge on only ONE experience (like the "birth" of Eve for Gabriel, who considers he's now an expert about human reproduction) or things they've been told since the beginning. From Aziraphale : "demons are bad, angels are good" without nuance. And THIS IS WHY he's not able to understand Crowley completly while they talk about "sides" at the first time.
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Aziraphale sees the world as two sides only, but he has this empathic side that can bring him to understand humans, but also and over all Crowley. The thing is Aziraphale never really had the chance to get more interested in something that's not about his own duties, because angels usually are not curious. This is why he mixes up curiosity and temptation. He can't make the difference if he doesn't try anything.
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Now, we have Crowley, who doesn't like being a demon at all, who loves questions and curiosity, who CRAVES for answers he might never have... He's on Earth for a long time and do not take his devilish work seriously, because he doesn't understand the point of choosing between demons or angels. He wants to be HIMSELF only. He wants to do what HE thinks is good, and for so long, he never had the chance to think objectively "I'm the one who's right, because I'm just myself and it's okay" without having Heaven or Hell arguing with his way of living. When Aziraphale just came in his life, it’s as if the world has finally laid out a little something, another curiosity, and this curiosity was curious about him as well, even if this curiosity is irritating. But until then, Aziraphale meets several criterias that angels don't have and that Crowley loves.
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And what did God do when Job met the criterias to make God wins the bet ? God granted him with presents.
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...so why couldn't Aziraphale has his own presents from Crowley, just for existing in his way ? Yep ! Eating is not at all an invitation to sin in this scene to me. Crowley's present to Aziraphale is waaaaaaay different that the presents given to Job of course, but it's undoubtedly more important on his scale. It's not about just a piece of meat : Crowley offers Aziraphale the chance and opportunity to find out, experience and enjoy what Earth can offer to him, even when there is a huge storm outside, even when it seems like the end of time ! He gives him the chance to understand why living on Earth can be beautiful and how human creativity can bring a lot of pleasure and good feelings. Food is the big part of it and the first of course, but after that, we can see that Aziraphale learned to dance (another thing that angels don't do), has a huge passion for books and a full collection of them, likes talking about everything, likes living on Earth near humans more than living in Heaven, etc. At last, it's not important that Aziraphale didn't understand the whole Crowley's elaborate morality/way of living. What's important here is that he's interested to understand, not like other people. Job kept his fey, and Aziraphale kept his trust and open-mindedness to the world. This is also a big present for Crowley, to not feel so alone like before, and also being seen as more than a demon.
Please, just mind this is my interpretation of this scene, and that I really thinks it gives a lot more than what people use to see in it.
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frequentlyferal · 7 months
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People stuck in diet culture watching other people enjoy food and love themselves unconditionally
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snapthistiger · 3 months
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a banner day!!!!
i received a tumblr mail care package of Girl Scout cookies from the sweetest @brainsludgemissives
the package includes my favorite Girl Scout cookies, trefoils and samoas and tagalongs.
internet friends are indeed real friends and food is love.
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dinosaurwithablog · 1 month
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In honor of my grandma and her fantastic food, I made pasteles. This is what they look like when you put them in the sink to drain after boiling them. Pasteles are Puerto Rican 🇵🇷 Christmas food. My grandma made them every Christmas. They are delicious 😋 😍 she fed everyone pasteles every year. People came from miles and miles away to enjoy and celebrate Christmas with us and to eat her pasteles. They normally are wrapped in banana leaves, but I can't get them here so I used foil. They are made with platanos (plantains), potatoes, and a delicious mixture of pork, onions, green peppers, tomato paste, garlic, salt, and pepper. Each one has one green olive in it except for one pastele. That one had two. If you got the one with two olives, you'd have great luck for the new year.
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This is what they look like unwrapped. They get their color from me adding achiote to the batter of potatoes and platanos. They are delicious 😋 every time I make them, I can feel my grandma smiling down on me. It feels great. It tastes great. It's a great gift to have pasteles!!! Thank you, Grandma. I love and miss you very much 😍🥰❤️
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lady-earthsea · 4 months
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The question I ask myself now and then is would I be like Chihiro and walk away, or would I be like Chihiro's parents, sit my ass down and make myself a plate of food
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Images from Spirited Away (2001) , dir by Hayao Mizayaki
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always-coffee · 4 months
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food is love
Everything I learned how to cook or bake is a spiraling tattoo of those I have loved or love. Those here and gone. Every learned skill or recipe is a love letter of a sort.
I learned how to cook from my mother. I make marinara sauce from scratch and meatballs, and when I do, it reminds me of her. Of a kitchen that smelled of garlic cooking in olive oil, of sauce that simmered all day.
Growing up, holidays were all about food and togetherness, so I carry on those traditions for my dad and two siblings. Christmas Eve is always seven different kinds of fish, spaghetti, and antipasto. It's all a roadmap, a history.
I learned how to make jalapeno ramen, because of a restaurant in Montreal that @lizleeillustration took me to. I learned how to make gumbo, from scratch, after living in the south. Every time I make it, I think of my friends there.
I make hot chocolate the way a childhood friend did. I taught myself how to make my grandmother's Italian cheesecake from barely half a recipe and years of experience. It didn't even have a pan size. Ingredients were missing. Those that were present were written as a little bit of milk or a can of ricotta. Ricotta, it should be noted, doesn't come in a can. At least, not as long as I've been alive.
But I perfected that recipe for my dad, by request, for his birthday. Because to me, food is love. And I love taking care of people. That's honestly one of the truest things about me. And I will learn how to make your favorite dish. And I have absolutely delighted in cooking for friends, and you can absolutely summon me for a weekend, if there's coffee and a couch. Because to me, the best times really aren't fancy dinners (which I love), but cozy bits of stolen time with good food and conversation. I love the intimacy of a shared meal and a bottle of wine. I often joke that I am a kitchen witch, but at this point, I genuinely mean it.
There's magick in a good meal, whether it's a winter stew or a lasanga or baked fish. I love the smell of a meal as it's progressing. The way it warms the room and the heart. I love the chaos of it, too, the timing, the feeling of getting it right. The dog being underfoot just hoping for an error.
Recently, I made meals for my best friend, who had several surgeries. For her, I taught myself how to make white chicken spinach lasagna with bechamel. And by taught, I mean found a recipe, realized I could make it better, and now I have a brilliant new meal in my rotation. I can't make the surgeries easier, but food? Food I can do.
I think good food eases a broken heart. I think good food conjures love. I think a shared meal and a long walk are two of the best joys in life, and you won't ever convince me otherwise.
If we are friends, chances are I will try to feed you. That's who I am. It's also how I show affection or care, whether it's platonic or romantic. Because love in its myriad forms means food, more than occasionally in the form of baked goods. And now that's it's turning toward winter, baked goods can easily be shipped. So, maybe I'm plotting.
And I do take requests.
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What is this I hear about my boy Pete not being able to cook- - and the reason being he is so desperate for Vegas to feed him? It's all poetic and nice but- LOL lolololololol it's not about the food, people who are excellent cooks also enjoy being pampered and catered to. Sure, food you make tastes good, but the food someone made for you with the intent to spoil and spare you hits way more satisfyingly. Pete has been a minion all his life, always in the background, always being made to cater to his many bosses' wishes. This mf excellent at his job, but still got asked to serve Kinn his breakfast - that's the equivalent of insisting your cleaning lady must have a PhD or paying John Wick to sort your sock drawer. It's in poor taste and unjust. And then comes Vegas, with his huge need of someone wanting his attention and his love. Those noodles he served Pete in the safehouse were the most delicious thing that crossed Pete's lips up until that point. I can cook just fine, but after 12 hours away for work, I barely have energy to do so every day and I am mega grateful when someone else (who isn't a takeout service) does it for me.
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Steak and fries.
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Microfic: Jam
50 words for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt: Jam
It was the elderberry jam that did it.
Harry humming happily as he bit into his toast and licked the jam off his fingers. The easy, genuine delight on his face did Draco in.
“I love you,” he blurted.
Harry paused, mid-enthusiastic-bite, bright and unaccountably joyful, “I love you too.”
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s4r4hlynnlover · 11 days
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"Nowi i recovery"
Przepraszam za tak dziwny tytul ale od dawna chcialam o tym poprostu napisac bo dla mnie to jest bardzo wazne a wiec chodzi o to ze tutaj pojawia sie coraz wiecej osob z zewnatrz ktore maja owszem w zdecydowanej wiekszosci ogromne problemy z samoakceptacja i nie tylko ale nie o tym tylko chcialabym prosic wszystkie osoby ktore sa tutaj z powodu masowej gloryfikacji any i mii na innych portalach spolecznosciowych o tym zebyscie sie zastanowili czy warto ryzykowac wlasnym zdrowiem, zyciem towarzyskim, ocenami, dobra opinia i zrezygnowac w pewnym momencie z tego co kochacie ze wzgledu na cos co tak naprawde was zabija ale jest wstanie dac wzgledny komfort i zludne poczucie kontroli. Chce wam rowniez powiedziec ze nie zaleznie czy robicie to by uzyskac uwage czy z powodu braku akceptacji, czy checi kontroli nad czym kolwiek kazdy z was jest tak samo wazny i tak samo zasluguje na wsparcie i milosc a jezeli chcecie sie wiecej o konsekwencjach choroby i mechanizmach chorych dowiedziec polecam podcast motylki w sieci
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lucyfishwife · 23 days
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Spouse had a shit day at work so I did this. I cannot stress enough that (a) he is not 7 (b) I am not his mother (c) we have a pretty un-twee relationship BUT this was silly and nice and who doesn't love an extruded potato product?
The face on the front left is clearly possessed, though
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