In the late 1990s, still the dark ages for female executives in Hollywood, Dolly Parton invited a young woman to lunch. The woman, Gail Berman, had worked for Sandollar Productions, Ms. Parton’s company, which struck pay dirt with “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” Over chicken Caesar salads, Ms. Parton told her former employee that she had been unhappy to discover that men at the company had given Ms. Berman a less-than-generous share of “Buffy” royalties. With that, Ms. Parton gave a startled Ms. Berman a check. It was a formative Hollywood moment for Ms. Berman — a woman going out of her way to do right by another woman — that has stayed with her through an unusual entertainment career
last sunday i had friends and family come over for TLD and i whipped up chicken caesar salad, spicy sausage pasta alfredo, croissants, a sampling of pies, and cream puffs. took 2 hours, everyone loved it and we had fun!!
tomorrow, i’m forbidding my family from watching TFP with me, i’m blacking out the windows with duct tape and i’m covering myself in mayonnaise
Lunch today after some sprint intervals + a power walk 👌 chicken caesar salad with Parmesan cheese and homemade dressing, and a side of roasted fries seasoned with basil and cracked pepper (roasted at 425 degrees for 15 minutes) 😋
Everyone’s favorite alley dwelling street urchin having some lunch~
For those that don’t know, this is Spyke from the Nintendo game Splatoon! It’s heavily implied that he eats these Super Sea Snails you bring him for upgrades (tearing them out of their shells with his handy screwdriver), but here’s the thing about that. *slaps marine biology goggles on*
Nearly all species of sea urchins live off a diet of marine plant-life, such as kelp, algae, seaweed, etc. Occasionally they‘ll scavenge around for any decaying animal matter that falls to the ocean floor, but that’s usually in cases where their main food sources are scarce.
Of course that gave me the dumb idea of Spyke making kelp salads with bits of sea snail in them, kinda like a chicken caesar salad, while also using the empty shell as a bowl.
PS if anyone finds a rip of all the textures in the game please give me the texture files for Spyke so I can figure out what his poncho’s supposed to properly look like.
Sam waits. He sips at his peach iced tea and picks at his crisp chicken Caesar salad.
Dean and Cas aren’t half so subtle as they think they are. Sam can tell that they’re holding hands beneath the table, though he knows that they don’t think he so much as suspects.
Sam’s not that oblivious. He’s almost offended that they think that he could have missed the longing looks, the stolen kisses, the noise coming from Dean’s bedroom some nights-
Well, he really could have done without the last one, please and thank you.
But the point is: Sam is not oblivious and he hasn’t been for a while. There’s no confusion tying his stomach in knots, no wondering ‘why did Dean bring us to a nice restaurant instead of a rundown diner’, no anxiety over whatever ‘bombshell’ Dean is obviously gearing up to drop.
Sam’s just excited. It’s been difficult, pretending not to notice Dean and Cas ‘sneaking’ around, trying to subtly give them space to be a couple without making it obvious he knew. Sam’s never seen his brother so happy; he’s never seen Dean so in love.
And he knows his brother. Anything that makes Dean this happy has to scare the shit out of him.
Sam can’t say for sure if Dean’s scared because Cas is a guy (or at least is wearing one) or if it’s because Cas isn’t human, or even because Cas is it for Dean in a way that even Lisa wasn’t.
In any case, it wasn’t something Dean was ready to let Sam know, and Sam wasn’t willing to risk butting in and accidentally stomping all over something so important.
Now finally - finally - it looks like months of playing dumb and frequent trips to the library were paying off.
“So,” Dean says. He clears his throat and studies the wood grain on the table. Sam waits.
“So,” he prompts, when it seems like Dean won’t continue.
“Dean and I-” Cas starts, only to be interrupted by Dean.
“We, uh… Cas and I have something we want to tell you,” Dean says. Dean shoots a quick look at Cas, who responds with a gentle smile. It’s just a slight upturn of his lips, but there’s a fondness in his eyes that would’ve given the game away right then and there even if Sam didn’t already know.
Sam can’t help but smile.
He remembers when he first saw Cas staring at his brother that way, years ago. It’s kind of reassuring to see that that look hadn’t wavered.
“Oh?” Sam says, trying to keep the excitement from his voice. Cas squints suspiciously, but Dean’s apparently too nervous to notice.
“Yeah,” Dean says. He clears his throat again. “Cas and I… we’re together.”
It’s all Sam can do to keep a huge grin from breaking out across his face.
“Like… together-together?” he asks. Dean looks up from the table, red dusted across his cheeks and climbing up his ears.
Dean takes one look at Sam and Sam can’t help it; he grins broadly, barely stifling chuckles as Dean goes from suspicious to shell-shocked.
“You knew,” Dean says accusingly. “How long?”
“A few months?” Sam hazards a guess. Cas looks surprised, darting a glance from Sam to Dean. Dean just stares, open mouthed, then pulls his anger around him like a shield.
“And you didn’t say anything, Sherlock?” Dean grumbles, bristling with righteous indignation. Sam gives him a pointed glance.
“Neither did you.” Sam sips his tea. Dean’s irritation visibly dissipates. He rubs the back of his neck with the hand not currently holding Castiel’s beneath the table.
“Guess not,” Dean mutters. Sam takes pity on him.
“I’m happy for you,” he says. He looks at Cas. “For both of you, I really am. You two are great for each other, and I’m happy you were comfortable enough to tell-”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Dean says, his face bright red. There’s a smile tugging at his lips, though, nervous and embarrassed, and Sam grins.
“It’s the truth, though,” he says. Cas gives him a small smile, gratitude in his eyes.
“Thank you, Sam,” Cas says. He gently tugs his and Dean’s joined hands up to rest on the top of the table and looks proudly at their entwined fingers, like he can imagine no greater happiness than being allowed to openly hold Dean’s hand.
Dean looks at him, then at their joined hands on display for all to see, and just smiles and squeezes Cas’s hand.
Sam feels like he just witnessed a miracle. He’s grinning so hard he doesn’t think he can drink his tea, grinning so hard he feels like his face might split open.