If Emmet's just a little macaroni noodle then when Ingo gets back from Hisui, the man's a FULL SERVING OF

LASAGNA♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I might buy idk

makes a time capsule for myself in 10 years but it's just a bunch of questions like "thoughts on cannibalism? corruption arcs? love and divinity and worship and distortion? yay or nay on the feel of raw meat between your fingers?" so i can compare them to an answer sheet i've also packed inside.

Spicy Pepperoni Skillet Lasagna

Pasta Recipe

a vibrant and delicious lasagna made with vegetables, cheese, and plenty of peppers for heat.

the late afternoon sun feels wonderfully warm on her face and shoulders as she opts to let herself air - dry after another visit down to the water's edge; the freckles she’s spent the last few days cultivating finally beginning to bloom across her skin in tandem with the salt that’s being left behind. it’s taken her some time to begin feeling like herself again; even as a not - distant - enough - past still finds ways to remind her not to take any of this for granted ---------- the warmth of the sun on her face or the feeling of the sand between her toes; the sound the waves make every time they come to shore. all of these almost find a way to stack up to the delight she feels in something as simple as watching @eltriador make his way across the sand, following a similar path to the one she’d taken back up to settle beside her on the blanket they’d laid out earlier in the day, fresh out of the ocean himself.

she watches him begin to bask in the sunlight just as she had with the point of her chin resting against her shoulder and an enamored little smile on her lips ( another item to add to her list of things not to take for granted ----- no longer having to worry about combating him catching her looking at him like this with an excuse as to why ). she expects him to ask for the towel that’s been in a heap on the other side of her legs since using it briefly herself, but she won’t preemptively reach for it ------- especially not when he seems to be just as content to let the sun do a little bit of the work on his skin too.

"löpp," she coos her name for him almost apologetically with an equally soft little grin, “d’you think i can convince you to let us stay one more night?“ normally, she’d have bright blue eyes to aid her in this impromptu attempt on being convincing, but the angle of the sun’s making it difficult for her to be effective with a look alone. “and you know i can be pretty persuasive when i need to be,” her chin lifts with the intention of trading her shoulder for his as a resting place, blonde wind - spun hair gently hooked by a finger and kept out of her eyes just long enough to allow her to navigate the short distance a little easier, marking the end of the journey with the first in an intended series of kisses pressed against his arm ( for a start ----- they're the only two on the beach thanks to his knowing the out of the way places; and privacy only makes her more bold than she already is when it comes to him. )

“unless you’re missing the bed too much?”

another breeze comes up and off the water, and she huffs a laugh against his skin when her hair engulfs them both before the point of her chin has the opportunity to take up the spot she's been focused on ------ the sound the full extent of any sort of complaint in having to linger this close a little while longer while she tries to tuck it back behind her ears. salt - cured and sun - dried, it doesn’t obey her wishes of keeping itself out of her face like it would if they weren't at the mercy of the sun and sand, but when he takes it upon himself to attempt to pin a flyaway wave behind her ear for more than a moment or two, it seems ( at least for now ) to let him work his magic.

the same little smile from before greets him ( and finally, the full extent of the way her blue eyes like to look at him now that her hair's out of the way ) before he leans down to meet her for a kiss. "should i be taking that as a yes?" her teeth sink into her own lip before she attempts to nip at his, and with him holding her hair back, it gives her hand an opportunity to wander.

"or should i keep going?"

It’s so bad for me but Popeyes chicken IS the SHIZNIT

Sadly not able to find joy in cooking as of late

Spicy Lasagna Soup

Spicy Vegetarian Lasagna A colorful and tasty veggie lasagna with plenty of peppers and cheese with red pepper flakes for zip. 1.5 cups water, 2/3 cup diced green bell pepper, 2 cans diced tomatoes, 1 small yellow onion diced, 4 eggs, 1 dash crushed red pepper flakes, 1/4 teaspoon black pepper, 1 package shredded mozzarella cheese, 1 container ricotta cheese, 2/3 cup diced orange bell pepper, 1 can tomato paste, 2/3 cup diced yellow bell pepper, 1/4 teaspoon dried oregano crushed, 1 package lasagna noodles, 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese, 2/3 cup diced red bell pepper, 2 teaspoons olive oil

Spicy Vegetarian Lasagna A colorful and tasty veggie lasagna with plenty of peppers and cheese with red pepper flakes for zip.

went to bed at around 18, and now im awake again at 03 o’ clock and have been since midnight. the only thing i can think about right now is that i desperately want lasagna for breakfast. but before that i gotta sleep… sad. very sad indeed.

Pasta - Sausage Spinach Alfredo Lasagna

HATE a gender role but oh my GOD do I have fun cooking things. I love it. Cleaning up afterwards though? NO thank you

Gordo's Best of the Best Lasagna - Main Dishes - Lasagna

I hate cooking and when i do cook I don't have a very varied diet, so I signed up for this thing where they send you a box of pre prepared meals to store in the fridge and then heat up

I've had four now, and, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, the spaghetti bolognaise is my favourite lmao

Firefighter Simon Ghost Riley who realizes that the baked sweets and fresh bread aren’t coming from a bakery in town but actually from the girl who inherited her grandmother’s house across the street from the fire station. She stops by twice a week with everything she’s made in the last 2-3 days. Turns out she’s a recipe book editor and she likes to test every recipe in the books she’s asked to edit before she approves them for publishing. If she finds issues with the recipes she sends it back for revision. Imagine testing out a 300 page recipe book. Some weeks she stops by more than 2 times because she’s testing out meal recipes and ends up delivering large batches of lasagna and pasta and meatloaf to the station. Sometimes she messes up a bit and to make corrections to the recipes she has to remake it with some tweaking and so sometimes their meals are a little burnt, maybe a little bit too spicy, or not salty enough. Simon would appreciate it all the same, so do the rest of 141. Sometimes Soap helps her with her groceries when he sees her struggling with the large bags of flour and runs across the street to lend a hand. Gaz always offers to help her carry everything into the dining hall. Price always sees her off. It’s like everyone knows about her except Simon. He doesn’t until he nearly bowls her over running for the truck as the alarms go off and the team’s getting dispatched just as she’s dropping off a very large batch of mostly misshapen but very delicious sugar cookies. (The recipe was good just not good at holding their shape. Might be too much butter, she’ll have to send it back for revision.) They get back hours later to find these wobbly ghost shaped cookies and Soap literally wouldn’t stop laughing and tell him that the cookies looked like him. Even Price poked some fun at Simon. He catches her the next delivery struggling with several containers of roasted chicken and she nearly drops the remain chicken in her hands when she looks at the big man’s face and is met with a skull mask. They get to talking while the boys chow down on tonight’s chicken dinner and Simon thinks he’s been an idiot for holing up in his office all this time when such a lovely lady has been feeding them like this. She thinks Simon’s scary appearance doesn’t match his personality at all. He’s been so soft spoken despite his gruff voice. She makes him a bourbon cake the following week and laughs in amusement as Simon tries to fend off Soap trying to steal a bite.

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