casserole party

AU where Keith and Mothman are best bros and have weekly sleepovers where they braid each others hair and gossip

anonymous asked:

Can you explain the make up of casseroles, so I can learn to freehand and improvise, instead of constantly fretting and adhering to a recipe?

A CASSEROLE IS THE FOLLOWING:

TASTY SHIT, USUALLY SOME COMBINATION OF MEAT AND VEGETABLES.
MIX IT IN WITH OTHER SHIT, USUALLY SOME SORT OF SAUCE OR STARCHY FOOD LIKE RICE, PASTA, POTATO OR FLOUR. 

MIX IT WITH SOME KICKASS SPICES - GARLIC, BASIL AND PEPPER IS COMMON.

AMERICAN CASSEROLES TYPICALLY HAVE A CRUNCHY OR CHEESY TOPPING, AND MANY RECIPES ASK FOR A CONDENSED SOUP, LIKE CREAM OF MUSHROOM OR CREAM OF CORN FOR A SAUCE/BINDER COMBO. FUCKING FREEDOM! YEAH! 

 SHOVE IT IN A DEEP CERAMIC OR GLASS DISH (aptly named ‘casserole dish’) AND LET IT COOK, UNCOVERED, IN THE OVEN - USUALLY AT A FAIRLY LOW TEMPERATURE, FOR HOURS. 

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A STEW AND A CASSAROLE? 

NOT MUCH, MOTHERFUCKERS! THE KEY DIFFERENCE IS THAT A STEW IS REGULARLY STIRRED, AND COOKED WHILE COVERED. 

A CASSEROLE STARTS ITS TEXTURE PARTY GOING BY BEING UNCOVERED IN THE OVEN, AND OVERALL NOT BEING STIRRED AFTER IT BEGINS THE PROCESS OF PURIFICATION VIA HELLFIRE. 

Ficlet #31

Stargazing

“Big day tomorrow.”

Ahsoka settled next to Rex at the fire, grateful for the small comfort of the pod-like wicker-nest he’d built weeks ago. The fact that he’d padded it with extra blankets that night didn’t go unnoticed, nor the way he pulled her close, both arms wrapped around her waist. His non-committal ‘hmm’ didn’t sway her, though.

“What, you aren’t excited to have a real bed again?”

She nudged his arm with her elbow when he still didn’t respond. His rough stubble tickled her lekku, and his voice rumbled against her montrals. “Can’t say I mind this.”

One hand wandered, slipping beneath her jerkin to slide along her abdomen, the pads of his fingertips rough where he traced the sensitive skin around her navel. Ahsoka fought back a smile. He had no subtlety tonight.

“It’ll be nice to have more than just a ship to live out of.”

The flat of Rex’s hand pressed her down, and just as quickly, he was above her, one knee pressed between her own. His teeth followed the line of her jaw before nipping at her lower lip. “Talk tomorrow.”

Ahsoka suppressed a laugh, although she did take the chance to slide one hand across the back of his neck and kiss him lightly. “They’ll be here at first light, you know,“ she murmured against his mouth.

Rex rolled off her and onto his back with an irritable groan, although one hand remained along her jaw, fingers stroking her skin absently.

“I think you’re nervous.” She turned to face him, propping her head up on one palm, letting a smile soften her words. She brushed her fingers over his hand, felt the smooth ridges of lace-like scars across his skin and the thick tissue of knuckles broken too many times.

He scoffed softly. “Nervous? We faced down an empire. And won.”

The fact that he scowled up at the stars as he spoke wasn’t lost on Ahsoka. They may have fought–and kept on fighting, for more than twenty years–but a life without vibroblades and blasters, slicers and voice modulators– “We’ve been fighting a long time. You’ve been fighting your entire life, Rex. Going from that to…”

A world where neighbors helped each other, even from klicks away. Where woodfires were optimal and it took months of small hyperspace jumps to reach the system. An entire population who barely knew what war was, let alone the nature of the Imperial rule that had held their system, at least in theory.

“House parties? Casseroles? An old fashioned roof-raising?”

Ahsoka chuckled. “Someone’s been watching the HoloNet.”

He raised a brow, but she didn’t miss the twitch of his lips. “Maybe.”

“So what’s really bothering you? Is it just the act of being…normal?”

He breathed out sharply. “Yeah.”

Ahsoka reached up to run one hand through the scrubby bristles of his hair. “It may never grow on us, you know.”

He was quiet a long moment, his hand still cupped along her jaw. “I’d like it to. I’d like something…else besides–besides war.”

Ahsoka watched him, studied the glow of his skin in the firelight and the gleam of his eyes, the sharp planes of his face cast in stark relief by the night around them, above them. He was so very familiar, every line and scar, every fleck of darker amber in his eyes. He watched her, too, the furrows of his brow deepening the longer she remained silent.

“We can figure this out, Rex,” she finally said, smoothing his brow with a gentle brush of her hand. “And we have the rest of our lives to keep trying.”

An actual smile–crooked and dear to her–flashed for a moment before he rolled back atop her, pressing her down into the nest of blankets.

“Yes,” he said, nudging her nose with his own and a familiar fire in his eyes, brighter even than the milky spray of stars overhead. “We do.”

chernobyltroll  asked:

Cheesy Potato Bacon Casserole 30 Servings (party size) Ingredients Home Fries Potatoes 2.5lbs Cream of Chicken 15oz Cream of Celery 15oz Sour Cream 1 1/4 Cups Milk 3/4 Cups Garlic Salt 1 1/4 tsp. Pepper 3/4 tsp. Shredded Chedder Cheese 3 3/4 Cups Red Onion (diced) 3/4 Cups Bacon 1/2 lbs (cooked and chopped up) Mix ingredients thoroughly in a large mixing bowl Spread in a lightly greased 1/2M pan Once everything is mixed and put in pan bake for 65 minutes for 350 degrees covered. Enjoy.