cooking for my dad

Piper and Annabeth talking and the topic of their boys cooking comes up and pipers like “yah Jason’s pretty hot when he cooks” and Annabeth has flashbacks to Percy wearing a revolting blue apron and those ugly fish oven mitts and she’s just like “Percy’s can be hot sometimes I guess”

tag game: type the main seven shadowhunters character’s names and put the first thing that comes up into the tags

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Cultural Exchange. (Yuuri can’t cook, but luckily he also can’t speak Russian.)

I am sick and tired of these stupid videos going viral on facebook about how technology has made us antisocial and that social media is evil.

Let me tell you a story. I’m half English, but live in Spain. I get to see my English family, at best, once a year. Sometimes not even that.

I love my English grandparents, but we don’t have many things in common. We can get a nice 20 minute talk going about what we’ve been doing lately, and then I usually fall silent whilst my mum talks about cooking with my grandma and my dad goes on to talk about science with my granddad. It’s so disappointing, because I barely see them, and I can only rely on their interest in what I’m doing with my life to start a conversation.

A few months ago we flew to England and stayed with them a few days. Whilst having supper, naturally (as always) the conversation started with how I was doing, and what I was planning to do with my future now that I had graduated. I told them I was thinking about moving back to Japan to start working there. Somehow, one way or another, we started talking about life in Japan, and my parents chipped in by commenting on their experience in Tokyo as tourists. “There’s so many people!” And then someone asked, “what’s the population of Japan?”

And I said, “Let me google that.”

So I pulled out my smartphone. 127.3 million. Can you believe it? That’s a lot! That’s twice as much as the UK, isn’t it? What is the population of the UK? Granddad says 60 million, but grandma says 62.

Google says 64.1 million.

What about Spain? 50 million, perhaps? 55? Mum says 48, dad says 40. Nope, it’s 46.77 million as of 2014, says google.

We all guessed at the population of the US, of Canda, of France, of Germany; we cheered when one of us had almost hit the mark, and gasped at unexpected numbers. We looked up the dates of historical events, we read random wikipedia facts, we searched Stonehenge on google maps and read about the theories behind it, we googled ‘disc symbols ancient’ to try and figure out what this paperweight my granddad had in his office was supposed to be because he couldn’t remember its name and immediately found out it was a replica of the Phaistos Disc. “‘Disc symbols ancient’! How did google know what we were looking for just from that? That’s amazing!”

We went on for hours, and it was so. much. fun. For three whole hours, three. whole. fucking. hours, every topic we talked about was somehow linked to googling facts or images on my smartphone, and do you know what my granddad said to me as we started cleaning everything up?

He said this thing I had was amazing, and he wanted one too.

Technology is not a conversation stopper. It’s a conversation starter, and if you don’t know how to be responsible, if you don’t know how to make use of this amazing thing we have to keep a conversations going, then the problem isn’t smartphones, or facebook, or twitter. It’s you.

The Nanny

A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think

Word count: 2,000 something words

Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic

“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at jbbarnes6412@gmail.com

Thank you,
J. Barnes”

As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.

Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.

Sincerely,
Y/N Y/L/N

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bluemoononthatfatefulnight  asked:

So It's always been weird to me how the kids don't like their dad's cooking but at the same time he's a caterer and they love most of the stuff he makes? I'm not sure if it's just because of some of the things he makes (weird/exotic/seafood etc. stuff the kids don't like) I've always found it a weird push and pull especially with that song they did in that episode with all the songs where they're making up a tv show in the basement? (What the heck is that one called?) :)

that’s from Arthur’s Almost Live Not Real Music Festival! one of my favourites! 

and i can kinda relate to DW and Arthur in that regard, hahah. like my dad makes excellent desserts but he also cooks a number of things i don’t particularly care for, so i deffo get why they’d play on that dichotomy between great desserts and unfortunate meals haha

Imagine Being homesick

Dean X Reader

“What are you up to?” The comforting voice of your older sister asked from the other end of the telephone. You twirled the wire that connected the phone to the wall around your finger as you smiled.

“Not a lot. I’ve just been working with the boys mostly, you know.” This bar wasn’t as noisy as most and you were grateful for that. It had been a few weeks since you last got to hear your sisters voice. There was an unmistakable cry in the background of the call and you felt your heart swell. “Is that my niece?” You breathed out, smiling bigger than ever as tears came to your eyes.

“Sure is.” She said to you. “She’s growing up so fast. I can hardly believe it..”

“Tell me about it.” You muttered. “It kills me being away for this long. I’ll come see you guys soon, okay? I’ll come see everyone.”

“You’ve been saying that for so long, (Y/n)…” You could hear the disappointment in her voice. “Dad isn’t himself without you. You know how he worries. Not knowing where you are or what you’re out there doing is taking a toll on the man.”

“I know, I know..”

Dean noticed you shifting from one foot to the next and decided to check in.

“Hey, (Y/n), you good?” He leaned against the wall beside you, pool stick in hand.

“Why can’t you just tell us what you’re doing? Is this because you never rebelled as a teenager?” Your sister was starting to speak faster and you knew she was upset. You looked to Dean, nodding a bit to his question as you answered your sister’s.

“No. It’s just easier if I keep this part of my life separate from you guys, you have to understand.” You sighed.

“This part of your life?” She scoffed. “You’re keeping your whole life from us, not just part of it. You’re missing everything. You’ve only held your niece twice. Do you think she’s even going to know who you are by the next time you visit? What about years from now?” You started to cry as your sister went on. You knew she was right with everything she said.

“Woah, woah, hey there.” Dean panicked at the sight of you in tears, wrapping his arm around you.

“I’ll call you soon, okay, sis?” You sniffed. “I love you so much. Give everyone hugs for me.” You hung up before she could respond, turning to burry yourself into Dean’s arms. “I’m so sorry.” You cried.

“Don’t apologize to me, kid.” Dean rubbed your back. “You’re okay.”

“Sometimes I wish I never got into the hunting life.” Your head rested on his chest and you watched all of the bar goers laughing and having a good time. “I miss them.” More tears fell as you thought of your family.

“I know you do. Listen, how about you and I take a trip to your hometown?” Dean pulled you at arms length so he could see your face. “You could see your family, your friends. I’d love to meet them all too.”

“You’d really do that for me?” You let out a breath. “You’d put up with my sisters questions about whether or not we’re an item, my dads terrible jokes, and my moms questionable cooking?” You smiled a bit, wiping away your tears.

“Sounds like a date to me.” Dean smirked pulling you back into him. “We’ll leave tomorrow and get you back home for a few days. Promise.”

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They’re really crazy, and all my siblings- Lemme tell you, it’s like godzilla when i come home and I’m the city, okay? 
My mom is really sweet and a really calm person. I always try and cook with her but in the end I just get my hand smacked with a wooden spoon because I’m terrible at cooking- 
My dad is pretty cool, too. We were a little shaky before, but we’re cool now! I sometimes help him out in the garage when he’s working on cars! Though, I can’t do much but at least I can make terrible puns lol 

the-opal-essence  asked:

Do you headcanon any favorite Cuban food for Lance? In my story I want Hunk to try making whoever's in a healing pod's favorite food. I googled Cuban food and ropa vieja is the national dish, so I'm wondering if that would be a good favorite food, unless there's another dish you think he would like? I also want Pidge and Keith be shook at the spiciness "I feel like I swallowed the sun! What's in this?" "It's called flavor, heard of it?" Would it be ok to tell the origin story of the dish?

i do have headcanons for Lance’s fav food!! my top three Lance cuban food hc’s are: 

  • pastelitos de guayaba y queso are like his “i’ve had A Day and a need something that will make me happy and tastes like childhood memories and never fails to make me feel 100% better” fav food
  • papas rellenas is like Lance’s “i wanted one but then i ate 16 and i don’t know how that happened and i tried to stop but i’m eating one rn and i love it help me tell my mother i lo—” fav food
  • arroz con pollo is Lance’s “this is the dish that my dad will cook for me on my birthday with a side of platano maduros and i will cry because i love it so much” fav food 

as for ropa vieja……i have to confess……..i don’t like it lol. It is the national dish my dad loves it and he makes it all the time and i just……don’t lol 
but if you want like some good feel good food dishes there’s picadillo (which like my feel good food ngl) which you gotta eat with arroz blanco, and also congris, and yucca fries (which are like a gift from god, and though they aren’t specifically only cuban who cares they are DELICIOUS)

now as for the spiciness, i gotta be honest with you and say that Cuban food isn’t really spicy. like at all. it’s very flavored, with lots of spices, but if you’re thinking of like heat spicy as in “holy shit my mouth is on fire” yeah that’s not Cuban food at all. 
you have to remember, a lot of the Cuban dishes are Caribbean-ized versions of Spanish dishes, which aren’t really spicy either. not all Latin food is spicy, and flavors depend on regional availability of ingredients. Cuban food is much more salty/sweet/savory/rich rather than hot and spicy. 

Burger King

When I was younger my brother had an obsession with plain burgers. He didn’t want anything on them, he just wanted a patty with buns.

We go to Burger King and my dad orders a plain burger. (Nothing unusual, we’ve done it before.) They then proceed to serve us a burger with EVERYTHING on it.

We go back through and ask them to correct their mistake to which they agree (and repeat back that we want only a patty on a bun). They then proceed to give us ANOTHER burger with everything on it.

My dad went on to the cooks asking them if they are having a brain fart. This will forever go down in history in my family.

anonymous asked:

Hello. I'm from Latin America and very interested in Eastern European & Eurasian cultures. Could you please describe a little more about gender roles or consumerism in Russia and how they differ from Western cultures?

Hi! Your questions worth books! 

In the Soviet Union, everybody should work, and staying at home was a crime against society. So, women worked along with men, and often, in the areas that were traditionally for men - mechanics, heavy equipment operators etc. Sometime between 1975 - 1980, the maternity leave in the Soviet Union was extended to 3 years, so women could stay at home with kids for three years, but stay-at-home moms for life were very uncommon. In Russia, usually both parents work. Even if the major source of income in a family is a husband, and he earns a lot, women in such families prefer to run their own small businesses like beauty salons, or magazines, or fitness clubs etc. It is really unusual for women in Russia to dedicate their lives to kids. 

Women often take top positions both in state companies and in the private sector. This is not unusual at all. Doctors and teachers in Russia are predominantly female, too. 

Yet, in everyday life, Russian women consider cooking and running a household in general their job “by nature”. My dad cooked for me when I was a child, but this is not very common. Of course, in healthy, functional families men help women “по хозяйству” - with chores. 

I can go on and on, but you’d better read actual researches and books about that. 

As of consumerism, for very long time, there was дефицит in the soviet Union and Russia. It is relatively recently that you can buy almost everything in Russia’s supermarkets and malls. Even malls are recent in Russia. Again, I suggest you to make your own research and find actual articles and analytics about that.

so i overheard my dad talking to my little sister
  • Dad: i'm not homophobic
  • dad: but gays should not get married bc that is only for a man and a woman
  • dad: it is also so disgusting when they are in public
  • dad: also trans are disgusting
  • dad: there's obviously something wrong with their minds
  • dad: lol im not homophobic
  • me: *cries deep within my closet*
Being White-passing and Native in America

I am a white-passing mixed white/native nonbinary individual living in Indiana, USA. I am bisexual and nonbinary. My mother is Eastern Cherokee and white mixed, and my father is white. There are three main federally recognized Cherokee tribes: the Cherokee Nation, the Eastern Band, and the United Keetoowah Band. We are Eastern. 

Daily struggles: Being white passing, people don’t normally know that I’m mixed unless I tell them – and then they don’t believe me when I say so. I feel insecure about reclaiming any part of my culture, due to my white-passing-ness. Cultural appropriation is abundant in America, and it sucks. 

Food: My dad is the cook in the house, so what we eat is mostly influenced by him. But I will say that Native Americans are largely lactose intolerant. It’s a thing. My mom and little sister don’t drink milk, and I’m lactose intolerant too but I drink it anyway.

Holidays: We celebrate Christian/American holidays, for the most part. Yes, even Thanksgiving. We celebrate it at my Cherokee grandma’s house. She has a figurine of a stomp dancer placed in the dining room, and every Thanksgiving she replaces it with a statue of two white pilgrims. I don’t think the white side of my family notices.

Home/Family life/Friendships:

My grandma has all of our heirlooms, papers, and family history concerning our Nativeness kept away somewhere. “Upstairs in a box somewhere” is her verbatim, I think. She’s ashamed of our history, and what we’ve been through, and therefore has never shared anything with us, good or bad. This is cultural assimilation still at work. I am angry that I’ll never know what my family house was; that I had to Google what “tsalagi” means; that slowly, my family history will die out, and it’s not even my grandma’s fault. I understand her. 

My mother is abusive. This is hard to process, because on the one hand, she’s awful to me; but on the other hand, I have a strong desire to connect with my culture and my heritage, and one of the only ways I know how to do this is through her. 

Identity issues: I have considered using the term two-spirit as an identifier for my gender, since I don’t identify strongly with any other term, and it helps me connect with my heritage. However, since I am white-passing, I feel like I don’t deserve this title, and therefore I don’t identify with it.

I also usually don’t use the term “POC” for myself. I’m blonde, for fuck’s sake. I usually just say “mixed” or “part native american” when identifying myself.

Things I’d like to see more of: Natives in love! Natives not doing Stereotypical Native Things©! LGBT Natives! Natives travelling, natives with families and young natives!

Tropes I’m tired of seeing: The Unholy Trinity: native savage, holy savage (spirit man), native princess. Avoid these three tropes, y'all. Thanx