Servings: 1-2 Ingredients: -1 chicken breast (boneless, skinless) -1 large clove garlic, sliced thin -Broccoli (with stems), about a cup, cut into bite-sized pieces -2 eggs, beaten -Noodles of choice (egg noodles recommended, though when I did this recipe, I used ramen noodles and it was great!), cooked -Olive Oil -Soy Sauce
1. Lay the chicken breast on a cutting board and butterfly it (take a knife and slice from the side toward the middle, without going all the way through the meat; then open the breast and lay it out flat), then gently press it thin so that it’ll cook quickly.
2. On high heat, place a deep saute pan or wok. Add enough oil to swirl and cover the inside of the pan. When it’s nice and hot, add the chicken. If desired, quickly season with salt and pepper before stirring.
3. Separate the chicken and toss it to ensure even cooking. When the chicken starts to develop some nice color, add the garlic and continue cooking for about 30 seconds before adding the broccoli.
4. Toss the broccoli to mix it well with the garlic and chicken (we want to maintain the crunch of the broccoli, so we don’t want to cook it all the way through). Then deglaze the pan with some soy sauce. Toss to coat and color everything in the pan, then transfer to a bowl to reserve for later.
5. Carefully wipe the inside of the pan and add some new oil to coat. Add the eggs and quickly keep them stirring so they scramble. Toss the noodles in and toss to distribute the egg among the noodles. Add our veggie-chicken mix and toss to evenly distribute.
6. Serve on a warm plate or bowl and enjoy!
Something I’ve seen quite a bit on a lot of kitchen witch blogs is the focus on plant-based ingredients. This makes sense, as herbs and spices are one of the main foci in witchcraft. On top of that, there are many witches out there who are either vegetarian or vegan. But if you’re a witch like me, you definitely get the crave for the meat! As we’ve seen with eggs, animal products do have magic to them, and we can make use of that in our cooking and in our practice.
So it should come as no surprise that chicken stir fry would be just as magical a meal as any vegetable stir fry! With that, our first meat-based magical ingredient shall be our humble avian friend, the chicken.
Raising poultry is a practice that humans have done for thousands of years, likely starting with quail and the ancestors to what we now see as chickens in ancient Asia. Initially, it’s believed that poultry birds were held in captivity for blood sports (cock-fighting) and for their songs (as is the case for quail). However, it likely didn’t take long to realize the practicality of breeding and raising poultry in captivity as a food source.
Chicken in particular, however, has an interesting link to witchcraft that has been both positive and negative over the course of history. Today, the presence of chicken parts is often linked to such practices as Voodoo, in which chicken feet are associated with luck, protection, and healing. Meanwhile, chickens are also often associated with sacrifice in witchcraft, as was seen in American Horror Story: Coven (during a fertility rite performed by a Voodoo coven) and in a 2016 media stunt in which rapper Azaelia Banks popularized (and frankly, demonized to a certain extent) sacrifice in witchcraft by filming herself cleaning chicken remains out of a closet after having “practiced brujeria for three years.”
While in some pocket areas sacrificing chickens and other animals is still practiced, we do know that animal sacrifice is often looked down upon today. But historically and culturally, there is good reason to see why the chicken could often be chosen as a sacrificial animal. Since they’re livestock animals, it is not unlike sacrificing a cow in ancient Ireland or sacrificing sheep or goats in ancient times in the Middle East.
Chickens represent not just prosperity (because they were domesticate food sources, to have plenty is always auspicious), but also fertility. Hens lay eggs frequently enough that they can be linked directly to that concept, and as eggs are an archetypal sign of birth and fertility, the hen can be considered a sign of motherhood and fertility.
Roosters and cocks also have magical aspects to them, including protection (the spurs on their feet and their aggressiveness when threatened heighten this perception) and luck (likely an association that can be traced back to cockfighting and the gambling that often was linked to it). It’s these qualities that are most linked to chicken feet in magic.
The vibrant feathers of roosters can be used in magic linked to color correspondences or to all of the qualities that chickens are associated with already.
Perhaps the most widespread link to chicken, however, is health. And this is an association that is even deeply rooted in society. The best example of this? When feeling the effects of cold and flu, often the go-to soup is none other than chicken noodle! Even without the chunks and noodles, chicken broth is linked to health and forms the basis of many soups and stews. Just as much as health, however, chicken is linked with comfort. Classic dishes such as chicken pot pie and game hen are often associated with times of comfort, family, and plenty (making them frequent choices for Thanksgivings and Christmases).
Consider ways in which chicken may be used in your craft, particularly if you’re a kitchen witch! With an ingredient which embodies fertility, motherhood, health, luck, and prosperity, the possibilities are near endless!
I have been RPing, and it came up that Stevie Nicks and Myrtle Snow are a couple – take that as you will. Well from that I started writing and a small drabble about Cordelia and home came to me. Here is the small bit of the RP to give a tiny bit of context. This RP is with the amazing; @the-ahsimagines !!!
Misty smiled sheepishly and wrapped her arms around Cordelia. Resting her head atop her girlfriend’s head.
Myrtle smiled lovingly as she looked at Stevie, leaning into her touch. “It seems everyone around here is in love lately.” She joked.
“We need it after the hell and stress of the past few years,” Cordelia said softly, she felt at home wrapped in Misty.
Cordelia felt at home with Misty, She felt safe as her girlfriend’s arms wrapped around her waist, She felt loved as soft golden curls brushed against her face, She felt protected as small breasts pressed softly into her back, held so close she knew she could not leave the embrace. Yes, Cordelia felt at home with Misty.
Cordelia felt at home with her Aunt Steph, She felt safe when the woman sang soft lullabies when she was a child, She felt loved when the woman held her close in a hug, She felt protected each time the woman fought for her, fought in song, in spirit, and in body. Yes, Cordelia felt at home with Aunt Steph.
Cordelia felt at home with her Auntie Myrtle, She felt safe as she looked into the eyes that had restored her own, She felt loved with each conversation that left her thinking, She felt protected each time the woman stood against her mother, a mother who didn’t truly know love. Yes, Cordelia felt at home with Auntie Myrtle.
Cordelia felt at home with the students She felt safe with the girls walking around, She felt loved when they came to her for help and advice, She felt protected when everyone came together, together for one purpose and goal. Yes, Cordelia felt at home with the students.
Cordelia felt at home in Robichaux, She felt safe within its walls, She felt loved in her history there, She felt protected by its purity, a purity that was represented by the white walls. Yes, Cordelia felt at home in Robichaux.
Cordelia felt at home, She felt safe, She felt loved, She felt protected, Yes, Cordelia finally felt at home.
Cordelia turned in Misty’s arms, looking up she kissed her girlfriend, “Thank you, for helping me find my home.” The supreme said against the swamp witch’s lips and leaned into the embrace.
Imagine Theo wanting to protect you because he loves you and had watch you die in his arms over and over again in hell but he's completely unaware that your Salem descendant and protect yourself.
“I’m trying to protect her” Theo told Scott, Lydia, Malia. “Do you know how many time I watched her die well I was stuck there. I won’t be able to live if I have to watch that one more time.”
Hear what he’d been through in hell made you stumble backwards being caught by Lydia thinking of your own experience down there while attempting the Seven Wonders. You know all he wanted was to keep you safe because of that but you were a witch, a descendant of Salem and you ever need protection the Coven would be the ones to keep you safe before Theo or the pack even stood a chance. Lifting your hand you throw Theo back into a chair and the use transmutation to appear behinds.
“Thanks for trying Theo but I don’t need anyone’s protection” you told him kissing his cheek before appearing back beside Lydia. “As for what you saw in hell, trust me you got lucky with what you punishment is.”
Request: Can u do an after death imagine for Kyle when the reader is having a panic attack and he can’t talk so he doesn’t know what to do
The click clack of stiletto heels on the glossy wooden floors is enough to make you want to run screaming from the building. Madison, the witch bitch, just doesn’t sit right with you. You’ve seen moments of humanity in her, but mostly she seems to honestly be a psychopath. “Hey little girl,” Madison calls to you in a sing song voice, waving a pointed manicured hand mockingly. Slowly, so you can compose yourself, you pivot so that you are facing her. Madison stands in a fur vest and red sequin maxi dress, how does she get away with these clothing choices? Her slim alabaster arms are crossed and she is wearing a wicked grin. You are in for it.
“So, have you gotten your affairs in order?” Madison questions, tilting her head to the right brazenly. You crick your head to the side and your sculpted eyebrows pull together in sincere confusion. “You know? Since there is no way you are going to pass descensum. You’ll fall into a nightmare forever! How fantastic, I bet the nightmare will be your little boyfriend Kyle breaking up with you for me.”
There is truth to Madison’s wicked words, you are extremely worried that you will fail. You and Madison are witches, yes, that seems impossible. That’s what you thought until the day you woke up floating above your bed. You were sent to a witch school to be taught how to wield your powers. While there you went out to a frat party with Madison and your friend Zoe, that’s where you met Kyle. You guys hit it off but Madison killed him, she killed him. Madison and Zoe helped you bring him back and you’d been with him since. You have a gripping fear that when he is healed he won’t love you and if you don’t complete the seven wonders, a competition to determine the next leader of the coven, you’ll probably die.
She twirls on her heel, intentionally flipping peroxide blond hair in your face. You reach out for her and grasp at the scratchy sequins, “I have just as much chance as anyone..” Unfortunately, your voice falters with uncertainty and Madison is not the kind of person who misses those things. Her blood red lips curl and you prepare yourself for an assault of cruel words. “You won’t last a minute. You are a weak little shit,” Madison pauses, thoughtful, and then dives back in with a cackling laugh, “You have to date a boy who can’t even speak because anyone smarter than him wouldn’t want you!!”
You feel the heat behind your eyes and go blind with pain. Spinning on your heel you dart out of the kitchen and up the large marble staircase, straight into your room. You slam the door behind you and rush to the bathroom where you collapse to the cold tiles. Your chest tightens and you suddenly gasp for air. Black stars dot your vision and you clutch your shirt in panic. You can’t think straight you just keep thinking; I can’t do this, I’m going to lose him. I can’t do this, I’m going to lose him. The words have haunted you but finally they were realized by Madison.
As you gasp for air, jutting your chin up as if that will help, you hear the bedroom door open. You hear an alarmed grunt and suddenly Kyle is there. He sees the terrified tears streaming down your face and drops to his knees, crawling quickly toward you. He looks at you wide eyed, his chapped mouth drops open and keeps slightly opening and closing as if he wants to do something but doesn’t know what. Kyle grimaces frustratedly and tries to get out a word, “Wh-what?” You clutch your chest still trying to breathe and Kyle looks around as if trying to find someone else, he begins to leave, presumably to find someone to help, but you reach out and grip his hand desperately, “Stay,” You rasp between pants. You know this is a panic attack and it will work itself out. Shaking, you draw your knobby knees to your chest and hang your head between them.
You feel a large warm hand settle on the small of your back. Kyle grunts and pulls you into him, so you are between his legs and he is holding you protectively to his chest. Kyle strokes your hair tenderly and pushes out, “Pro-protec-ct,” You look at him with mascara streaked down your face and give him a sad smile. “L-love,” He sighs into you kissing your head. Your breathing returns to normal slowly but surely. You gaze up at him lovingly and you know you have to give tomorrow your best. “Love,” You repeat, tapping his nose lightly.