cook one for me please!

Ideas I won’t use: Maid Cafe

Edge/Fell (Underfell!Sans) goes to a specific Maid Cafe.

The plot twist is that he’s not there for the maids and their dancing and singing performances. He’s actually here for Sci working back stage as a part timer for his food/cooking.

Risen Lowlands, Siren’s Landing.

I work at a Midwestern supper club that is a historical staple in our area. We’re generally lucky enough to not get the crazies that other servers might get from working in the chain restaurants in our area; however, it’s still food service, so…

I had a 3 top sit in my section today. Generally friendly, but the one lady made me run 3 times to change the cabonet she ordered. But, eh.

One of the gentlemen order a burger. When he orders, he tells me “It cannot be rare enough!” So, I put his order in for rare.

When he gets his burger, he cuts it down the middle to check for the temp. I myself see that it’s perfectly rare, but still ask what he thinks. He says, “I wanted rare, but this is raw!” “Ok sir!” I said, “we’ll cook this one a little bit more until you’re happy with the temperature!” “Absolutely not!” He said, “I want you to cook me a new one!”

“Of course” I have to say.

Wtf!? People are starving across the globe, and you don’t want me to save you time, and my restaurant money by re-heating your burger to your poorly-explained proper temp!?

I literally walked back to the kitchen, threw away the “bad burger,” and told our grill cook. “Look, you cooked that rare burger perfectly; but, he’s requesting a brand new one because it was too ‘raw’ for him. Cook this one med rare for me please!”

6 min later, the customer is happy, but I still get a 10% tip because he can’t use his words properly.

Know your temperatures people! Or at least be able to describe them so your server can fucking figure it out for you! AND, if your server promptly catches and fixes a mistake, you don’t give demerit points, you give extra points!
The Plague of Iscariot, Chapter 24
By Organization for Transformative Works

This fic is rated M for Mature

This fic is set in a supposedly alternate universe where vampres exist

Being a vampire sucked.
And no, that wasn’t a fun pun or silly little joke. Being a vampire literally sucked; especially if you’re turned at a young age.
Turned in the year 1800, Dipper Pines has walked amongst mortals for over 200 years as an awkward sixteen year old. Alone and embittered, he found no reason to get involved in human affairs, preferring a solitary existence.
Until now.

I need a Sanji in my life because I’m the type of person that needs constant attention and I know that he would be more than willing to provide that.

Also I like to fucking eat, but I can only cook like three things.

Sanji, please.

I was going to work on my altar today…

anonymous asked:

I'm just asking because that post you reblogged really confused me and I'm not sure what it's supposed to mean. It's the one about a man proposing and then a man being married. Does it mean how it's weird (and sexist) that traditionally men are the ones to propose marriage but then married men often complain about how "awful" marriage is?

That’s absolutely what it means. I truly don’t understand this thing where men are expected to act like being married is *so terrible*. It’s a CHOICE. And frankly even in relationships where the woman is pushy, American culture dictates that it’s the man’s responsibility to take the step from dating to marriage. Women don’t usually propose. And even if they did, the man would still be allowed to say no.

This is the reason I can’t stand sitcoms. The stereotype of the poor oppressed man who’s stuck in a lifelong prison sentence with a nagging wife?? Seriously? YOU made the choice to marry THAT woman, and YOU make a choice daily to ignore her when she asks for your help around the house. So this whole idea is literally a man convinces a woman that he is madly in love with her, then after she marries him he treats her like a burden, and then he makes her ask him multiple times for help maintaining THEIR home and calls her nagging for it- and THEN he gets pissed off when she won’t jump into bed with him every single time he’s in the mood. 

Here’s a thought- if you don’t want to have the responsibilities of a married adult human, don’t get married! If you consider marriage to be an end to all fun, don’t get married! If you think a wife is a ball-and-chain who’s primary purpose is to drag you down and destroy your life, don’t get married! If you can’t have honest adult conversations with a female human about sharing the workload of running a home, division of resources, long-term planning, and sex, for the love of sanity, do nOT GET MARRIED. I promise you, no woman wants to be attached to a manchild who considers her a burden because she doesn’t like being his 2nd mom. 


luckysee12  asked:

For grease, usually I just turn on the hot water for about a minute, strain whatever meat is cooking so the grease goes down the drain, then leave the tap on for another two minutes or so. Using the hot water makes it so it wont congeal in the pipes

It’s gonna congeal somewhere! Just because it doesn’t clog up right there at the top doesn’t mean it can’t create problems somewhere else. Plus, this is a huge waste of water.