and melted cheese is just

Shiro and Keith would make grilled cheese by throwing a cheese sandwich into the microwave and heating it up for two minutes

Writing daily-life stuff in Japan: Food

Considering how much fanfiction gets written set in Japan. I thought I might just share some daily life details that may or may not be useful. 

This comes from my own experiences of living in a bicultural household and living in the country for about a month every year of my life. Admittedly, I’ve only lived in a deep rural area and visited cities, but some of the pointers will still be relevant.

The first thing that come to mind when you’re trying to describe another place is to get to grips with the food culture.You know the saying, ‘To know a people, know the food that they’d willingly consume’? So, for this post, I’m going to talk about food details.

1. Food that you might have in the fridge: Old rice if you made rice in bulk + various rice toppings. Think of rice as the bread, and the fridge being full of the spreads you could put on it. 

Pickles: Might not be so popular with the younger generation, but if they live with their parents, there will bound to be at least one kind of pickle in the fridge, because there are speciality pickles for almost every prefecture and you cannot escape them. In the same way as spreads, they usually taste very strong and its rare to eat them as they are, unless they’re just that tasty and you like pickles that much (think of somebody eating peanut butter with a spoon straight out of the jar). You would eat pickles with white rice. Here are three examples: Umeboshi - pickled plum, and it is sour and very salty! You can suck on stone for minutes afterwards, just savouring the salt taste. Usually one plum is sufficient for one bowl of rice. Takuwan - a smelly, giant horseradish pickle, which might look a bit yellow with age. When you see giant horseradishes drying in the sun around the back of the house, this is probably what they’re going to be made into. Rakkyo - little pickled onions. 

Other toppings: Shirasu - tiny little white fish, each fish is about two centimetres long, and you sprinkle (or heap them, if you really like them) over rice. Delicious. Again, may not be popular with the younger generations who have grown up accustomed to more Western flavours.  Gohandesuyo - seaweed paste in a jar. It’s salty like Marmite and like Marmite the name of the food is the name of the brand. You put a tablespoon or so on one bowl of rice. 

Spring onions. We are never out of spring onions. Ever. Chopped up fine.

Sauces: Soy sauce, mirin, su (rice wine vinegar), yakiniku sauce (sauce specifically for yakiniku), mayonnaise, yakisoba sauce, ketchup, mustard in a tube, wasabi in a tube.

A tub of miso: of which there are red and white variants, and there is constant family clash over which tastes better!

If the household eats bread, you’re more likely to get a vegetable oil spread than butter. I think a few years ago there was a butter shortage. It was just too expensive to buy or not on the shelves, but there were so many different brands of vegetable spread made from different flower seeds! 

Egg is a fridge staple. If you’re in doubt and you need a quick breakfast or lunch, you could crack an egg raw over hot rice, spritz a dash of soy sauce on top, shovel it down and go.

Natto - fermented beans, its sticky and when you pull it apart it stretches with sticky web-like strands just like melted cheese. It’s famously an acquired taste but I love it on rice, in curry and in miso soup. Sold in wee cups, with sachets of sauce and mustard.

Also in the pantry: Katsuobushi - tuna flakes, often used to make tuna stock; Stick dashi - powdered stock, usually seaweed or tuna; wakame - seaweed; ginger; taka no tsume - dried hot chilli peppers, prettily named ‘hawk talons’; sesame seeds; sesame oil. Furikake - literally, ‘sprinkles’ for rice, when you have no other option. Maybe tofu. Panko for frying things. Golden curry roux blocks. Cream stew insta-kits.

Instant foods: Cup ramen, cup noodles, instant ramen, instant yakisoba, freeze-dried instant soups, instant corn soup.

The primary oil used for cooking is so-called ‘salad oil’: I don’t actually know what it’s made of, but it’s a vegetable oil of some kind.

2. Where I might buy food: Supermarkets for the fruit, veg, meat and fish, but for the best read-made fare, drinks and snack foods (kashi pan, onigiri, yoghurt, and depending on where you go there might be salads and bentos), you would head to a 24/7 open convenience store (e.g. Seven-Eleven, Lawsons’), where they also might do hot steamed pork buns and, lately, really good coffee to go. If you want to buy somebody a nice cake or box of tea-time sweets as an omiyage you might go to the basement floor of a department store. 

Vending machines - there is a vending machine everywhere. I am not kidding. Even in the deep countryside, I found a couple of vending machines up a mountain which smelled as if they had been scent-marked by raccoon dogs and bears. And at these vending machines, you can not only buy cold juice, but several different kinds of hot and cold Japanese teas, a very sweet milk tea, several different brands of hot and cold coffees, corn soup, potato chowder, hot shiruko (a sweet azuki drink), hot chocolate, hot and cold lemon…You’d honestly never go thirsty.

For sushi, we’d call up a sushi restaurant. The same goes for ramen. Unless you’re using an instant ramen kit, making ramen broth is hard. The tonkotsu variant is pretty much impossible at home. Likewise, you just can’t make good sushi at home. It’s not really a family meal or something that can be casually made. Typically sushi is brought out for celebrations or special occasions as it can be quite pricey but conveyor belt sushi places are more accessible.  

3. Bread: You will find white bread (fluffy, gorgeous, pillowy white bread, that’s basically like cake) but it’s really difficult to find brown bread. In the rural supermarket, it was non-existent and for bread with a crust, you’d have to go to the little street-corner artisan bakeries.

On the topic of bread and kashipan, I’ve often seen references in fanfiction of characters baking kashipan for each other, or kashipan just like their grandmother made it (e.g. anpan, melonpan, creampan). As much I like the sentiment behind these scenes, I’m not saying they’re impossible, but in most cases they are a little jarring. 

Our grandmother’s generation were not bakers. Most of the houses that our grandmothers grew up in did not have ovens, since Japan doesn’t have a tradition of domestic baking, and even now, a lot of houses still don’t have ovens aside from a nifty little oven toaster, Cakes and kashipan were seen as Western and trendy luxuries to be eaten at cafes (a Western import in itself) or bought from specialist shops which had the equipment to make them. They weren’t ‘casual home-cooking’ so to speak, even if the history of the anpan and the castella date pretty far back into the past now. 

Even now, unless you are a massive kashipan fanatic and dessert-making enthusiast, you probably wouldn’t bake a tray of kashipan at home when you could buy them perfectly made from a nearby convenience store. 

Having said that, I have tried making anpan in an oven toaster. I made six, since that was all that could fit on the little toaster tray. They were each about 6cm in diameters, and my grandmother complained that it was a waste of perfectly good azuki. 

You can, if you’re really into dessert making, make lots of things in an oven toaster, but if you’re looking to make something sentimental just like your grandmother made them, mochi might be a better option (e.g. warabimochi or ohagi), or maybe since sweet things historically tended to be more often bought from a specialist than made at home, quote a favourite wagashi that grandmother might have enjoyed from a particular shop e.g. the anko dama and imo youkan from Funawa; the chestnut manju from the shop by the station.   

4. Omiyage: If you go away on a trip and you’re inconveniencing work colleagues with your absence (which you are), this is the souvenir that you buy to take back and share at your work place, often a food item, so boxes of sweets are often packaged in such a way that the sweets inside are individually wrapped for ease of splitting distribution. 

This is also the word used for the gifts you bring back for family, either when you’re visiting relatives and you know that you will be encroaching upon their hospitality, potentially inconveniencing them, or if you’re coming back to the family and, in a way, again, it’s to make up for any inconveniences that might have been caused by absence  -although largely for family, it’s also about the joy of giving to those you care about!

Likewise, students who go away on holiday on a trip might bring back omiyage for fellow members of their club, if they’re involved in club activities. If you think of club activities as training children up for work place social structure and customs, it makes some sense. 

Not omiyage but an example of gift-giving, but if you move into a new neighbourhood, it’s usually expected that you visit your neighbours and take round gifts, as a gesture of courtesy and goodwill. There is, again, an element of asking forgiveness for inconvenience, because moving into the new home would have made a lot of noise and possibly caused a disturbance. 

With omiyage in mind, each prefecture tends to advertise certain foods/sweets that are ‘unique’ to it that would make suitable omiyage. A famous example would be ‘Tokyo Banana’ and anything matcha from the Uji area in Kyoto. 

5. Food is seasonal: Japan is hyperconscious of its seasons, so the fridge will likely contain seasonal fruits and veg. In a lot of Japanese poems, it was traditional to include a ‘kigo’, a word that encodes a season to set the poem in without explicitly saying ‘It is winter’, and some fruits are kigo. The persimmon is a kigo for autumn, peaches and cherries and plums for spring, and more recently the watermelon is a definite kigo for summer! Seasonal fruits also make good gifts for visiting friends’ houses, especially if you’re bringing them back from the countryside after visiting relatives. 

Autumn’s a great time for food. Now is the time when all of the mushrooms are coming out - shiitake, matsutake, enoki, shimeji - and they’re dried and preserved for the year. People who cook might have dried shiitake in the pantry for rehydrating and eating or using in stock. 

Foreign brands, aware of the seasonal sensitivity of their Japanese, often produce Japan only seasonal limited products. My favourite example of this is the Haagen-Daaz flavours. One autumn there was a pumpkin and cinnamon, and I’m pretty sure I saw a cherry blossom latte at Starbucks.

6. Food you might see at festival stalls: Taiyaki - fish-shaped pastries made with a pancake-like batter and filled with custard or azuki. Yakisoba - fried noodles. Yakitori - chicken skewers. Takoyaki - octopus batter balls. Hot dogs…With a shout-out to very rare diversity my local festival had a Turkish kebab stall last year. Kakikoori for the summer festivals - sweet ice, with typical syrups being red, green and yellow (strawberry, melon and lemon flavours respectively).

 …..and that’s enough for now I think. (21/9/2016)

Sausage Queso Dip

Author: Natasha of

1 lb ground pork sausage (make sure it says “sausage”)
8 oz cream cheese, (no need to soften)
2 cans (10 oz each) of Rotel brand diced tomatoes & green chilies
15 oz can of corn, drained
8 oz medium cheddar cheese, shredded

Garnish for Queso Dip:

1 roma tomato, diced
1 Tbsp chives or geen onion, finely chopped

In a large dry pot or deep skillet over med/high heat, brown sausage (10-12 min), breaking it apart with your spatula (the sausage releases enough oil to grease the pan). When browned, remove excess grease by pushing a paper towel around the pan with spatula until fully saturated then discard.

Cut cream cheese into pieces and stir it into browned pork until melted and incorporated.

Add 2 cans un-drained Rotel tomatoes, 15 oz can drained corn, and 8 oz shredded cheddar (reserve some cheddar to garnish the top if desired). Cook over med heat, stirring occasionally just until bubbly and cheese is melted. Remove from heat, garnish with fresh tomatoes, reserved cheddar and chopped chives. Serve with tortilla chips.

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Why are you ordering Dominos? You live in a city that has real pizza.

Yeah, real shitty, unreliable pizza :P

Most Chicago pizza is either deep dish, which is just a giant overpriced chunk of half-melted cheese in a pie crust, or thin crust, which is watery tomato sauce on a cracker. Any given pizza place will, at least half the time, deliver you a pizza that is not cooked in the middle, or is burned. Chicago pizza is almost uniformly terrible. 

I have theories about why, but they mostly boil down to the fact that a lot of urban centers have tons of bad pizza because making good pizza is actually quite difficult. Chicago just gets around that by having an undeserved reputation for good pizza.  

I don’t actually order Domino’s all that much, but at least when I do I know that I’ll get a properly cooked pizza that doesn’t taste like the scrapings off the bottom of the oven after a better pizza was just cooked in it. Plus if I’m eating shitty pizza from Domino’s or Sarpino’s at least I’m only paying shitty pizza prices for it. 


Quiero que Link coma del pan de Ghibli con el queso derretido. Ya que Link va a cocinar quiero pan, y pizza. ¡¡¡¡Sólo quiero Masaaaaa!!!!

The Sex Sandwich

Okay so that title might not be precisely right for everyone, but that’s what it means to me so ANYWAY HERE WE GO.

This is a recipe for grilled cheese in honor of National Grilled Cheese Day! I know, I know: we all know how to make grilled cheese, or at least how to look it up, but my grilled cheese has gotten me laid before. I’m not even joking. So I figured I’d share my recipe/technique!

- 2 slices white bread
- extra virgin olive oil
- your cheese of choice. I go with sharp or extra sharp cheddar because I like my cheese strong.

Heat a frying pan to a medium-low heat. You don’t want it too hot because then the bread will burn before the cheese can melt. While the pan is heating up, take the olive oil and spread it on one side of each bread slice. Place one slice in the pan, oil side down. Put the cheese on the bread and cover with the other slice, oil side up. Let the cheese melt just enough to keep the bottom slice from slipping when you flip it. The bread should be toasted to a golden brown color. Cook the other side to the same color and remove from heat.

Let cool for ~30 seconds, and eat!

Magical attributes to this sandwich can be anything you wish! You can draw sigils in the olive oil before you cook it, use the cheese as a binding agent to cement things you wish to come to pass, or do what I do and use the heat of the cooking to heat up your relationship with someone ;D

Happy cooking!

thewinterswimmer  asked:

For your drabbles: what do Tony or Steve think of pineapples on pizza?

“No.” Tony shook his head sternly. “That’s disgusting. It should be considered a crime.”

 Steve shrugged. “It’s just pineapple. To each his own, Tony.”

 “No, not when it comes to pizza. Pizza is a sacred thing, You don’t disgrace it with fruit.” Tony argued, picking up a slice of meat-lovers.

 “Well, I like it.” Steve said with an over sized bite of his Hawaiian slice.

 “This is coming from the guy who thought melted cheese meant hooking up with a girl.” Tony mumbled but it was just loud enough for Steve to hear.

 Steve choked on his food and went into a coughing fit. After a few minutes he took a full breath and with watery eyes asked. “Howard told you about that?!”

 “He sure did.” Tony smirked.

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Ethan Nestor || Change

Originally posted by crcnkgameplays

You sat on the arm of the sofa next to Bob as Mark did his intro to do the video. Ethan stood behind him and watched also. “Hello everybody my name is Markiplier and welcome to whose line.” He said looking into the camera, Ethan slowly ducked down out of the way making you hold back a small giggle. “If you ever saw Whose line is it any way we’re doing the same thing. We’ve got little bits of paper that you guys wrote and tweeted out to us and we’re gonna do some basic improv with basic scene works but, we have to inject these lines into occasional places. This is easy and we have no idea who this is gonna work because this is Ethan’s idea.” Ethan stood up and nodded. “Whoever is in Wade’s seat is going to decide what we’re doing.”

Tyler stood up and Bob sat down in Wade’s place, wade sat down in the middle and Ethan took the end seat next to you. You and Ethan had been in a secret relationship for the past few months. You had been hiding it from your brother, Mark because you didn’t know how he was going to react. Amy and Tyler were the only ones who knew. Tyler had walked in on you in the shower and Amy saw you kissing in the kitchen. He smiled up at you and watched Tyler and Mark act out their scene.

Ethan and Bob were next, while Mark was off getting something for the camera you and Ethan quickly exchanged a kiss. Tyler laughed at you before Mark came back into the room sitting down next to you. They were given their scene and they started going. “Well, I may have groped my bosses daughter.” Ethan leaned back looking at Bob with his mouth open trying not to laugh. “That was a lot worse than I thought you were gonna say.” He said looking at Bob who was laughing. “I don’t know if it was his daughter, there the last name was the same, his car was in the driveway so I thought maybe I should bail.” Tyler nodded now leaning forward again. “Maybe you should have bailed on that.” Everyone started laughing and you watched Ethan the whole time. “Anyway, I think he’s gonna be pissed about it.” You felt eyes on you and you looked over to see Tyler who was smirking. They know. You thought to look at Bob and Wade. They were using this scene for you and Ethan. Ethan was thinking the same thing. “He’s gonna be pissed about it.” He was now turned so it looked like he was facing bob but he was looking at you. “You might get fired from your job but you might also get killed.” You looked down at the floor. You knew he had his insecurities about Mark finding out and you had almost broken up on multiple occasions because of that. “I was in a similar scenario one time.” Your head shot up and you watched him. “I was fraternizing with my friends…with my friend’s daughter.” He said quickly getting out his sheet of paper. Tyler, Bob, Wade and Ethan all laughed as he said friends daughter. “You make my cheese melt just like my heart.” They all laughed and you smiled. “Your friend said that to you.” He nodded. “Yeah, he did.” Ethan looked at you noticing you weren’t laughing. “How old was his daughter?” Bob asked making Ethan laugh awkwardly. “She was the same age.” He said laughing with his hands on his hips. “Maybe it’s a cultural thing, maybe I didn’t do anything wrong,” Bob added looking back at the young man in front of him. “I mean both of us went the same way apparently” They both nodded, you got up excusing yourself and going to the kitchen for a drink. “How’s it going?” Amy asked drinking a tea she was holding you just nodded and drank your water.

“Your turn,” Tyler said pulling you back into the room, you looked at everyone and noticed you were doing a scene with Ethan. “Tyler your turn to pick,” Mark said looking at his phone. “And go!” Mark said looking at the pair of you who were stood awkwardly. “you’re two friends in a secret relationship.” You looked at Ethan with wide eyes. “Wow Man.” Wade said looking at them Mark, who was confused, looked at you both. “What?” Bob shook his head, “It’ll bad hard for them surely.” Mark shook his head and told you to continue. “Are you sure he won’t be mad?” You looked at Ethan again as he spoke to you. “I’m postive he won’t be mad.” He nodded and hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry.” He whispered so only you could hear before pulling away, you frowned but continued acting along. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” You looked at him and you could tell he wasn’t acting now this was all real. “Why? We’re great together you know that.” You said taking his hand in yours and looking into his eyes, he just took his hand back and looked at the floor. “I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to hide the way I feel about you. He’s my friend and I don’t want to hurt him.” He said looking at you, everyone was silent and watching you both intently. “We won’t hurt him, but if you do this you’ll hurt me.” He shook his head again and rubbed the back of his neck. “This isn’t right, he’ll kill me if he finds out…This whole time we’ve been going behind his back and going on secret dates I can’t do it! The stress is too much!” Everyone was still watching quietly and you were starting to tear up knowing this was how he truly felt. “Well I guess that’s it then?” You questioned looking at him and he nodded. “I guess it is…want to know what my final words are?” You bit your lip nodding along, he took out the paper and read it to himself. “I’ve always love you and I always will but this just isn’t right.” He threw the paper and you got yours out. “yeah?! Well..” You looked at the sheet and tried your best not to cry. “Jiggly has a bigger dick anyway.” You said before shoving the paper into his chest and walking out of the room. Everyone clapped believing it was all for the camera but you ran off to your bedroom. You locked the door before sliding down it and crying into your knees

“Y/N?!” You heard Mark ask from behind the door, you woke up looking around you were still in front of the door, you cleared your throat. “Yes?” He tried to open it but it was still locked. “You alright?” You looked in the mirror and wiped your tear stained cheeks. “I threw up thats all.” You said putting on some make up and opening the door. “I haven’t been feeling well all day.” He hugged you and you held in the tears. Looking over your shoulder you saw Ethan in his doorway you looked away not wanting to cry anymore. “I’ll leave you to sleep, I’ll be back in a second with some medicine.” Mark left and you climbed into your bed. You grabbed a pillow and cuddled into it. Although it smelt like Ethan you still snuggled into it wanting to still feel close to him. “Y/N?” You looked over at the door and he stood there holding a tray. “Mark told me to bring this.” You sat up and he put the tray on the bed. He sat next to you taking your tempreture and messauring your heart rate. “Everything’s normal.” He said packing the themoetre away. “I’m not actually sick.” You mumbled laying back down. “I’m sorry.” He said almost as though he was trying to convince himself. “I don’t want to hurt you, you know that.” He was stroking your hair now. “Too late.” You said, your voice cracking in the process. “Come here.” He said sitting against the headboard. You were hesitant but cuddled into his lap neither the less. “If I tell Mark he would probably stop us anyway, this way it saves everyone the heartache.” You nodded looking up at him. “I just don’t want this to end.” He sighed leaning down and leaving a small kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry.” He said rubbing your arms as you closed your eyes.

“Er guys?” You woke up to Mark poking your cheek. “You guys okay?” You jumped away from Ethan who had also fallen asleep on your bed. “Yeah, I just fell asleep.” You said brushing off your outfit. Mark frowned and handed Ethan a USB. “When you’re ready.” Ethan nodded and Mark looked at you. “You guys sure you’re okay?” You nodded. “100%, Never better.” He nodded still not believing. “Good acting today, wasn’t sure if you were gonna be able to do the scene well but you did!” He hugged you and kissed your head. “Now, you two have a date tomorrow I believe so I’ll leave you both to it.” Your heart stopped and you looked at Mark who was smirking. “You think I didn’t know?” He asked looking at you both, you glanced at Ethan who was just as shocked as you. “You knew?!” You yelled smacking his arm. “Mark!” You yelled at him hitting his arm again. “What?! You think I don’t hear you sneaking off late at night to his room or vise virsa. Or when you’re doing the deed!” You blushed a bright red and looked at Ethan. “Hurt her though and you won’t live to see another day.” He walked out of the room leaving you and Ethan alone. “What just happened?” He asked you. “I think we got his blessing to date….” You said looking over at him, he looked at you and you ran into his arms.

What Cogs You Should Fight (In Real Life)
  • -> SELLBOTS <-
  • Cold Caller: They're probably like maybe 5 feet tall, but they can throw fire at you. Otherwise they're kind of weak. Fight this dude.
  • Telemarketer: They're a literal tree branch. Fight them. Do it. Use them as firewood if you want, I don't care.
  • Name Dropper: Fighting Name Dropper is conflicting — don't bring any money or valuable items because they WILL steal your shit and then shame you for not taking care of your teeth. But if you can stand having stuff taken and dental insult, then do it. Fight Name Dropper.
  • Glad Hander: Don't let them touch you and you'll be fine. Beat these nerds up.
  • Mover & Shaker: Like Telemarketer, they're literal sticks, but they can be titan sized so maybe don't fight these things if you get motion sickness.
  • Two-Face: Bring earmuffs if you want to live.
  • The Mingler: Don't say anything to them and you should be a-okay.
  • The VP: no oh my god what the hell are you doing do you want to dIE HE IS A LITERAL SENTIENT TANK MAN DO NOT FIGHT THE SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT OF SALES IN REAL LIFE
  • -> CASHBOTS <-
  • Short Change: Steal their money. Do it. It'll be funny and also you'll win. They might even cry too.
  • Penny Pincher: Distract them with crabs. Pinch pinch pinch
  • Tightwad: Just stick gum wads to them. It works a lot.
  • Bean Counter: Spill small objects everywhere. They'll be too distracted to even see you so make a run for it because these beanpoles aren't even worth your time.
  • Number Cruncher: AVOID THE FACE
  • Money Bags: Like. Their eyes are on top of their head pretty much. Aim them at the sun and you'll be good.
  • Loan Shark: Like Cruncher, avoid their mouths. But like, don't fight them? They didn't do a lot wrong. Don't fight Loan Shark, they're sad enough.
  • Robber Baron: Beat this piece of shit up he deserves it. Even more fun, get Lil Oldman to join you. Then you can fight TWO pieces of shit.
  • -> LAWBOTS <-
  • Bottomfeeder: Do it. But fight them somewhere clean, because like, trash only makes them stronger.
  • Bloodsucker: I guess? If you wanna fight a robot vampire lawyer that lives off your bad luck, go ahead.
  • Double Talker: Absolutely. Punch them in all 2 faces. More faces to punch, more weakness.
  • Ambulance Chaser: If you can stop them from running away, sure.
  • Back Stabber: Bring a gun, they won't expect it. Nobody brings knives to a gunfight, right? Absolutely.
  • Spin Doctor: Destroy them, they're really shitty DJs and also probably got their degree from Mayo Clinic. Fight Spin Doctor.
  • Legal Eagle: Have you ever wanted to punch a buff robot furry? Well now you can. Beware the beak and talons though. Fight Legal Eagle.
  • Big Wig: Wears a wig, just tug on it and they'll go ballistic. Fight Big Wig.
  • CJ: He's made fun of by some toons for being blind, please give him a break.
  • -> BOSSBOTS <-
  • Flunky: They already have a hard enough time doing their job, why would you want to fight a Flunky.
  • Pencil Pusher: Fight a giant sentient pencil. Fight Pencil Pusher.
  • Micromanager: You can like. Just step on them. Don't fight Micromanager, you're OP. They're probably just small babies in a suit.
  • Downsizer: Don't fight Downsizer. He'll shrink you until Micromanager can step on you.
  • Head Hunter: are you out of your mind don't fight this monstrosity with a tiny head and gIANT ARMS
  • The Big Cheese: Just eat nachos or something with melted cheese, it will unsettle them enough to make them forfeit.
  • CEO: again, no
Royal Flush: Part 1

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2014

Summary: After much convincing you agree to attend your friend Tony’s party, only to be rendered speechless by a new guest, the Prince of Wakanda. 

Authors Note: There will be a part 2… possibly a part 3, but this is only a small drabble. This was created as a personal gift to @imhereforbvcky seeing as I deprived her of her T’Challa loving fic with First Spark: An Aftershocks Prequel. If you do not already follow her, you should, she is not only a fabulous friend and support system, but a phenomenal writer, seriously though, go read I’ll Be Good or any of her writings (Masterlist). She’ll rip your heart out and make you squeal with joy all in one fell swoop. Anyway, my dear A, here is the T’Challa drabble you deserve. 


Originally posted by caps-bucky

I’m going to kill Tony, was the only thought going through your head as you appraise your appearance in the long mirror. Your longtime friend and employer was adamant about your attendance of his party tonight. He had spent weeks convincing you to come and this morning he had sent over a dress just for the occasion.

He cannot be serious! You tug at the tight fabric, the black silk clinging to your every curve as the bodice puts your breasts on display. You yank a little bit at the lower half, trying to close the elegant slit that ran all the way up your thigh. You would normally never wear anything so exposing, but you had to admit, you did look like a knock out.

You hear the car honk outside as you grab your dark red lipstick, carefully tracing your lips with it before placing it in your clutch. You fluff your hair once more, nodding at yourself in the mirror before walking out the front door to meet the car.

You arrive at Stark tower to a party in full swing, as you walk down the stairs from the elevator, you are acutely aware of the multiple eyes that track your movements. You immediately feel self-conscious of the skin tight dress putting your body on display until you see Tony pushing through the crowd to meet you at the bottom of the steps.

“Wow, you look even better than I’d hoped. That dress! Do I know how to pick ‘em or what?” “If by pick ‘em, you mean force me to squeeze my body in a skin tight dress and put myself on display, then yes Anthony, I suppose you can pick ‘em.” You roll your eyes at his smile as he wraps his arm around your waist, placing a light kiss to your temple as he leads you to the bar.

“Well maybe if we get some liquor past those red lips you might relax and realize what a smoke show you are!” Tony teases you, his hand guiding you forward towards his team.  The Avengers, of course! Walking, talking, perfect examples of human specimens, and here I am in all my awkward glory.

You catch the eye of none other than Mr. Patriotism himself, causing him to choke on his drink slightly as Tony leads you over to the group. “Captain, Falcon! You remember my friend Y/N, don’t you?”

Captain Rogers inclines his head to you stiffly, eyes staying locked on yours as he resists the urge to glance down at your flawless cleavage, propped up perfectly by your tight dress. “It’s great to see you again, Y/N. I hope you’ve been well?” You smile at the Captain, “Well enough, it’s good to see you too Cap. Sam,” You smile turning to the second man.

Sam was slightly less tactful then Steve, his eyes devouring your form, taking in every inch of your well-shaped curves. “Hey Y/N… You look… Wow, you look incredible.” You smile thanking him for his compliment.

“Like, real good! I mean seriously, why don’t you dress like this all the time instead of those cardigans you always got…” Steve nudges Sam hard in the ribs, reminding him of his constant habit of unfiltered comments.

You smiled, slightly annoyed at the comment, hiding your eye roll behind a laugh, “Because I dress professionally Sam… You know… Because I’m a professional.” You stress the word, reminding Sam of the tact he was lacking. Sam seemed to catch on, glancing away awkwardly, “A drink! We were getting you a drink!” Tony interrupts leaning in towards the bar and motioning to the bartender.

“Old Fashion, please.” You say quickly, as the bartender inclines his head to you. “Make that two.” A deep voice speaks behind you, a smooth accent painting his rich tone. “Prince T’Challa!” Tony exclaims, as you turn around, your eyes falling on the owner of the voice.

Your eyes flick up his tall form, noting the perfect tailoring of his dark suit. A silver tie knotted neatly under his throat. Your eyes finally fall on his face, noticing the thickness of his lips when he splits them in a dazzling smile as he inclines his head to Tony, acknowledging his host and shaking his hand.

You watch T’Challa, his moves smooth and controlled as he greets your friend, your stomach knots as his eyes flick to you. You smile nervously, aware of your blank thoughts as your eyes lock onto his. He moves towards you, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to think of something to say as he approaches.

He reaches past you, without a word, retrieving the two old fashions from the bar, delicately handing you your glass before clinking his own against it. “Impilo,” He smiles, raising his glass to his lips, his eyes never moving from yours. “Cheers,” you respond, mimicking his movement. You take a long sip, feeling the whiskey burning your throat, bringing thoughts back into your head.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” You smile, raising your hand to the Prince, he takes it in his, but instead of shaking it, he leans his head down, and brushes his soft lips against your knuckles, making your stomach jump at the contact, as Steve and Sam raise their eyebrows beside you, not missing the intimacy of the introduction. “An absolute pleasure, Miss Y/L/N. You may call me T’Challa.”

You beam at his allowance of the familiarity of his first name, smiling graciously at him as he releases your hand, “Your highness, I promise the pleasure is all mine.” You smirk slightly, tossing your hair effortlessly as he grins at your response, your flirting clear in your tone. You suddenly feel Steve and Sam’s eyebrow raise now directed at you. “Really?” Sam sighs, as Steve nudges him in the ribs once more.

“Pepper!” Tony exclaims suddenly, “Prince T’Challa, I’ve been meaning for the two of you to meet, will you come with me?” he asks, making to direct T’Challa towards Pepper and some of the other executives of the company. “Excuse me,” T’Challa inclines his head slightly to you. Tony leads him away towards Pepper, his head turning back for his eyes to fall on you once more, your heart skipping when his smile flashes at you.

“What the hell was that!?” Sam quickly interrupts your gaze as you watch T’Challa walk away. “What do you mean?” You grin slightly as you raise your glass to your lips once more, “You’re kidding right? Or were you not present for that interaction of aggressive subtext.” Steve asks, bumping his elbow against yours, insistently.

“Oh god. If Cap was able to see the subtext then there’s no way you could have missed it. So Y/N,” Sam starts, smiling slightly at Steve, “Are you gonna go get some fondue with T’Challa.” “Oh god dammit, not this again! How do you even know about that!? What is it written in Shield’s training manual or something!?” Steve turns on Sam exasperatedly, as you flag down the bartender for another drink.

“Ok, but seriously Cap, how did you not know that fondue is just melted cheese.” Sam scoffs, taking a sip of his drink as the bartender delivers you a fresh one. You pick it up, sipping from it quickly, to dull the argument of the two men in front of you. “If you were there you would have asked too, for god sake there was all this subtext, just like there was just now.” Steve huffs back, his eyes falling to yours once more.

“Right. So… What was that about?” Sam insists, eyebrows raising towards you once more, following Steve and turning his attention to you again. You raise your drink to your lips, postponing your response, “I have absolutely no idea.” You smile slightly, your heart quickening as you think back through the interaction.

“Really?” Steve’s eyebrows rise so high that they threaten to meld with his hair. “Really.” You smile innocently, “But I definitely want it to happen again.” You smile, raising the glass to your lips to hide the coy smile breaking across your face. “You… uh… you what?” Steve stutters, clearly uncomfortable with your response.

“Oh calm down Cap, the girl is allowed a night on the town with a Prince, let her have a Cinderella story if she wants it.” Tony teases, returning to your group once more. Your eyes glance around the room, looking for where T’Challa had moved to. You quickly spot him, engrossed in conversation with a group of suited men, his charisma allowing him to charm the group with ease.

“I’m not saying that she isn’t allowed, I’m just saying that we don’t really know the guy, she shouldn’t get ahead of herself, I mean can we even trust him? Who is he really?” Steve sputters, defenses rising, “He’s a Prince Steve, I’m pretty sure that’s transparent enough. It’s kinda hard to be a royal serial killer. I agree with Tony, let the lady have her fun.” Sam interjects, arguing with Steve.

Their bickering and the heavy amount of whiskey suddenly make the room feel hot and constrictive. “Well!” You huff, turning back to the group of men before you, “As thrilling as it is to listen to the three of you debate what I can and cannot do, I feel the sudden need for a breath of fresh air.” You smile as they look bashfully at you, realizing their rudeness.

“Please excuse me boys” you smile, snapping a sarcastic salute towards them as you turn and saunter towards the empty balcony, your hips swaying seductively as you easily make your way through the crowd. You step out into the cool night air, closing your eyes as you inhale slowly, relishing in the feeling of the cold air filling your lungs.

You walk towards the edge of the balcony, resting your forearms on the railing as you lean forward, drink held loosely in your grasp as you gaze out over the city. You breathe deeply once more, your back bending slightly as you lean onto the railing, your hips pushing out behind you creating a striking silhouette as you press the cool glass to your lips.

You shiver at the burn of the whiskey as it conflicts with the cold air licking at your skin, hearing the balcony door open behind you, you to turn your head slightly causing your hair to fall forward over your shoulder. Assuming it to be one of the men you had recently walked away from, you hold your position, hoping that they would get the message of your disinterest in continuing the conversation.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you…” T’Challa’s voice causes your body to tense as you freeze, willing yourself not to jump at his presence, wishing your heart wasn’t beating so quickly in your chest. “Not at all,” You turn, smiling sweetly at him as he comes to stand beside you, leaning against the railing, looking out into the city.

“A lucky man, Mr. Stark…” T’Challa starts, his eyes examining the city as you look up at him. “He has a beautiful home, a lovely girlfriend,” he looks down to you smiling, “and enchanting friends.” “Thank… Thank you.” You blush at his compliment, your head spinning with his words.

Your gaze turns back to the city as you try to regain control of your emotions, slightly embarrassed by the effect that T’Challa has on you. “You know, Y/N,” Your heart skips at the sound of your name, his thick accent wrapping around every syllable before purposefully delivering it “Stark asked me if I’d be willing to stay for a few days, to help him with a new technology… Yet, I was not entirely sure I would.”

He looks at you, his attention focused intently on your face, your eyes remain focused on the illuminated landscape before you, listening intently to his words, secretly hoping that he will agree to Starks offer. “However,” he continues, “I must admit… after meeting you, I think I will accept his proposal.” Your heart skips a beat.

if you ever need a superb breakfast grilled cheese sandwich you should get yourself:

some raisin bread (with or without cinnamon according to preference)

some Fontina (soft, mild, Italian melting cheese)

and some sweet and tasty fig spread

Melt butter in a skillet or on a griddle, put down two pieces of bread, cheese slices on one, fig spread on the other. When the cheese starts to melt put the two pieces together and flip the sandwich over now and then until the cheese is completely melted and the outside toasty.

the melted cheese and hot, runny fig spread is just ~amazing~

Twenty Minute Turkey Nachos~*


  • 1 lb. ground turkey
  • One Onion, or Frozen, Pre-chopped Onion
  • ½ Bag Spinach
  • Tortilla Chips
  • One packet taco seasoning
  • Extra Sharp Cheddar Cheese, or Whatever Cheese You Want
  • Cilantro (Optional)
  • Salsa (Optional)


  • 1 Pan
  • 2 Oven Safe Containers (Glass, Silicon, Etc)
  • Knife & Cutting Board (Unless you buy pre-chopped, frozen onions)
  • Cheese Grater (Unless you buy shredded cheese)
  • Spatula


  1. Start sautéing your turkey on medium heat in a medium-sized pan. Break apart any clumps with your spatula. The turkey should cook through and brown in ten minutes or less. 
  2. When your turkey is cooked, add chopped onion and ½ bag spinach leaves. Then, stir in seasoning according to directions on packet.
  3. Turn the temperature on your burner to low. While these ingredients are simmering, line the bottom of your two oven safe containers with tortilla chips. 
  4. Turn on your oven to broil and set temperature to 500 degrees Fahrenheit.
  5. Take your turkey, onion, and spinach mixture and pour over tortilla chips in both of your containers. 
  6. Grate your desired amount of cheese over the turkey, onions, and chips. (Or, if you have pre-shredded cheese, sprinkle as much as you want!)
  7. Place both containers in the oven for about 5 minutes, just long enough for the cheese to melt and get a little bubbly.
  8. Remove both containers from the oven and sprinkle with fresh cilantro leaves if you so choose!
  9. Serve with toppings of your choice: salsa, sour cream (or plain Greek yogurt is a great alternative!), pickled jalapeños, or whatever else you like!

This recipe is easily adapted to accommodate no chopping of ingredients, and takes less than a half hour start to finish. This recipe is already gluten free, and you can make it vegetarian by replacing the turkey with soy crumbles. It can even be made vegan and dairy free by further replacing the cheese with a vegan cheese alternative, such as Daiya shredded cheese substitute. The ground turkey is a lighter option to beef, and the spinach is a great way to incorporate more nutrition. 

And that’s it! Enjoy! <3

other peop: i wish i had money to feed me and my family

pig american: i wish i had a bunch of syringes filled with melted cheese that i could just inject into my mouth, that would be pretty crazy

© Frances Jansich

DIY Happy Hour: This simple, 20-minute dip from chef Rick Bayless combines melted cheese with tomatoes, chiles, onion and a hit of tequila—just the thing to satisfy a sudden craving for something warm, salty and gooey. Serve it with a  margarita for the ultimate happy hour.

Recipe: Bayless’s Queso Fundido al Tequila

Rosh Hashanah begins tomorrow evening. PBS Food shares recipes to celebrate the holiday featuring the symbolic ingredients of apples and honey for a “sweet new year.”

Apple Honey Challah

Apples are dipped in honey during Rosh Hashanah to signify our hope for a “sweet new year.” This challah is sweet, but not overly so. It’s the perfect accompaniment to your holiday meal.

Kale, Pear and Cranberry Salad

This seasonal side dish is a healthy addition to the holiday table, and provides a touch of the required “sweetness” for the holiday. The combination of massaged kale with ripe and sweet autumn pears, dried cranberries and toasted pine nuts makes healthy eating a pleasure.

Pomegranate Glazed Salmon

Pomegranates are generally recognized as the “new fruit” of the Rosh Hashanah holiday. Pomegranate molasses combined with a salted brown sugar crust caramelizes and infuses this salmon dish with a wonderful teriyaki-like flavor.

Dairy-Free Saffron Scalloped Potatoes

In certain Sephardic Jewish communities, dishes made with saffron grace the Rosh Hashanah table because their gold color evokes joy and happiness. These Dairy-Free Saffron Scalloped Potatoes are made with full-fat coconut milk and saffron to create a creamy, golden sauce reminiscent of traditional melted cheese sauce. Whether you’re vegan, lactose intolerant, keeping kosher or just watching your dairy intake, these potatoes will add a special flavor to your holiday meal.

Rum and Coffee Brisket

This ultra tender, savory brisket is slowly cooked in a mixture of broth, rum and dark espresso-blend coffee. With onions, garlic, and red peppers added for a very subtle sweetness, this brisket is incredibly flavorful.

Honey Apple Cupcakes

This recipe offers a great opportunity to get kids involved in preparing for the holiday meal. Teach them about the symbolic ingredients while you mix, bake and decorate together. Includes free printable decorations.

Food Hacks for the Awkward Person

Chocolate Cream Cheese Cake

You can make almost anything with the help of cake mix, and this recipe gives a taste similar to cheese cake, for when you don’t feel like trying to tackle making an actual cheese cake.  


Chocolate Cake Mix

½ cup of water

½ cup of vegetable oil 

¼ cup of brown sugar

¼ cup of butter, room temperature 

3 eggs

1 package of cream cheese (8 oz), room temperature 

2 teaspoons of vanilla extract 


1. Preheat Oven to 325 degrees  F.

2. Mix your butter and cream cheese first until it is smooth and well combined. 

3. Add all the other ingredients and mix on medium speed until well combined. 

4. Pour the batter into the pan and smooth it out with rubber spatula.

5. Place pan in the oven for 25-35 minutes, look at cooking time on the back of cake mix box for reference. 

*Also don’t be alarmed if there are still some cream cheese chunks that didn’t totally mix, they’ll melt just fine in the oven. 

6. Remove the cake from the oven and put it on a wire cooling rack for 20 minutes. 

7. Run a sharp knife around the edge of the cake and let it cool for another 20 minutes. 

8. Slice and serve with icing sugar sprinkled on top or your favourite icing. 

I like to bring this kind of dessert to potlucks and cut the cake into bite size pieces, or for myself when I don’t want to feel bad for eating a whole cake. Happy Baking! :)

reincarnationchance  asked:

if we actually met tho i'd probably hug you and follow you from afar, throwing hot cheese at you, laughing as it melted into your skin until ur just a cheese human amalgamation. you would be the only one who could see you. i'd hug you and then shove burning hot cheese in ur ear.


anonymous asked:

What kind of cheese? Like there are a lot of different kinds

Listen, I just love cheese. Shredded cheese, cubed cheese, melted cheese, liquid cheese. Cheddar cheese, pepper jack cheese, Swiss cheese, parmesan. Cheese on crackers, cheese on bread, cheese on pizza, cheese in bed. Cheese makes the world a better place. Cheese is the superior race.