dumpling kitchen

My first recipe post!
btw I completely forgot to add the clove of garlic to the ingredients (because I forgot I used it altogether)

Tonight's Menu: Chicken and Dumplings

I love to cook. I find it theraputic. The problem is, when everyone is sick and I’m tired after doing a full day of cleaning and job-hunting, I really don’t want to go the extra mile of making something superb… and I really don’t want to order a slimy, greasy pizza because I want to lose weight and keep my family eating healthy. So, this is my “Lazy-ass Chicken and Dumplings Dinner." 


  • 2 cans of condensed cream of chicken soup
  • 3 cups water
  • 1 chopped celery
  • 2 onions, chopped
  • 1 tsp sea salt
  • 3 chicken bouillons
  • ½ tsp black pepper
  • 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
  • 5 carrots, sliced
  • 1 package of frozen peas
  • 4 potatoes, cut into 1/8
  • 1 can of Pillsbury biscuit dough


  1. In a large pot, combine the water and the bouillons until they have completely dissolved. After that, add the soup, chicken, celery, onions, salt, and pepper. Cook on a low heat for about an hour.
  2. Add the potatoes and carrots then cook for another 30 minutes.
  3. Add peas and cook for 5 more minutes.
  4. Take the dough and rip them apart into small, roughly 1 inch balls with your hands., Drop them into the boiling stew. Cook covered for 10 minutes and then turn the heat down to simmer for another 10 minutes. 

Kids love this and it always turns out to make great leftovers. 

The Losing Battle - Katakura Kojuro

Note: This is an extension of RP Canon for the relationship between Kojuro and Natsu. Consider it backstory. Written for @noomsu with her specifications, I just expanded upon it. Yay Kojutsu!

RP created and written by myself, @noomsu and @a-night-on-polaris

          Nearly everything about Natsu was small; her height, her hands, her patience with his teasing and his messes. One could miss her in an empty room if they were not looking hard enough, but he only survived this long by paying close attention to his surroundings and she had not evaded his eye. He thought he had trapped her with the visits at her work, the letters, his request for her assistance in his home. He thought he had everything under careful control.

             Nearly everything about Natsu was small, but the power of her persistence was not, and that had been the miscalculation.

She was there whether he wanted her or not, sticking it to him when he was lazy and forcing changes in his habits. It was he who craved her attention, he who felt his days unended if she had not been in them. It was he who went to her work and when asked not to, invaded her life through letters. It was he who asked her to come to him in the first place.

             What, exactly, had he expected to have happen? This dance had begun as a chasing temptation, cat-and-mouse, where she would become so overwhelmed with all of him that he could have her in any manner he pleased. Instead, she had countered with the lilting voice of a mermaid and drawn him to his knees.

             Kojuro had lost. He was the one who had fallen in love, without a hint of reciprocation, without a single kiss or passionate night. He’d fallen for her in all the ways he never thought he would. This was now bigger than him.

             It was definitely bigger than her.

             “Are you listening?”

             Just like that, any words he could have hoped to form burst like rain from the clouds, lost to him and falling far from where they should have been aimed. “I am.”

             Natsu crossed her arms. “Then why haven’t you stopped staring at the windchimes?”

             Ah, so he was. Kojuro closed his eyes, reaching instinctively for his kiseru before he realized it was not at his side. Of course, Natsu would have put it away, somewhere that was not where he usually placed it.

             “I was thinking.”

             “I didn’t realize dumplings were such a hard thought subject.”

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waiting4thedoctor  asked:

Hi! Can I request a Drabble with Dean for #28? Thank you!! :)

You woke up with a stretch, your sleepy arms reaching for Dean. His side of the bed was cold and you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to hold you, especially today.  Today was the anniversary of your grandmother’s death. Dean knew that, of course, having been with you when it happened. She was the only hunter you’d ever seen die of old age and nothing supernatural, but it still didn’t hurt any less.

You slipped out of bed and found one of Dean’s plaid shirts, sliding it over your chilly arms and buttoning it up, inhaling his scent. You made your way to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and hair before padding down the hall toward the kitchen. The closer you got, the familiar smell of your grandmother’s blueberry pancakes flooded your senses. You turned into the kitchen to find Dean standing at the stove, flipping pancakes expertly.

“Hi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head against his back, inhaling deeply. “What’s all this?” He moved the pancakes to a plate and flipped the stove off, turning around to face you and leaning against the counter, putting his arms around your neck.

“You woke up too early!” He chuckled. “I was gonna bring you your grandma’s famous pancakes in bed.”

“You weren’t there.” You apologized and glanced over to the pile of ingredients spread across the counter. “That looks like it’s for more than just pancakes.”

“You…” he put his finger on the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “You don’t miss anything do you?”

“No.” You shot forward, trying to bite his finger. “So what is all this?”

“Well for lunch, I was gonna make grilled cheese and cream of tomato soup while we cuddled on the couch and watched cheesy daytime TV.” He explained with a soft smile on his face. “Then for dinner I was gonna make spaghetti and meatballs or chicken and dumplings, I hadn’t decided when I went to the store. So I got stuff for both.”

“That’s what grandma and I always did…” You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek. “The cheesy daytime TV shows at lunch with grilled cheese and tomato soup. And two of my favorite dinners she made were here spaghetti and meatballs and chicken and dumplings. How did you know?”

“I listen.” Dean used his thumb to wipe the tear away.

Dean and you ate breakfast, the pancakes tasting exactly like your grandmother’s. You didn’t know how he managed it, she never wrote her recipes down for anyone, not even you.

You moved to the couch for the rest of the day. The soup and grilled cheese were perfect too, and you were half asleep resting your head on Dean’s chest while Dr. Sexy played in the background and the chicken and dumplings cooked. “Take a nap, sweetheart. Whatever you need. This day is about you.” He stroked his fingers through your hair and you could feel yourself drifting. You grabbed his other hand and laced your fingers together, playing with his.

“Dean?” The question struck you in that moment and you didn’t think you’d remember to ask it later if you didn’t ask now. You could smell the chicken and dumplings cooking from the kitchen, they even smelled too perfect. “How’d you know exactly what to use in all her cooking? It’s so perfect.”

“I was gonna tell you later, but since you asked…” You yawned and sat up as he spoke, whatever he was going to tell you sounded serious. “I called in a favor from Cas. He found her heaven and he talked to her. She gladly gave him her recipes to him.”

“You did all this for me?” you choked, more tears forming in your eyes. “Why?”

“Because I love you so much, Y/N. More than anything. And I wanted to see a smile on your face today.” He answered, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

“I love you too.” You smiled and pecked his lips.

“One last thing. I need to go get the food out before it burns, but she wanted you to have this.” Dean handed you a sealed envelope addressed to you in your grandmother’s handwriting. You’d know it from miles away; the swirly calligraphy was always so beautiful. “Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.” He kissed you again and quickly left the room leaving you alone with the note.

Taking a deep breath, you broke the seal and pulled the note out, running your fingertips across the paper.


Don’t be sad for me, sweet girl. I’m happy here. I know you worry, but believe me when I tell you it’s unnecessary. I found your parents as soon as I got here, and we have a nice little place here. We’re all happy. On to more important things…Dean Winchester loves you. Nobody else I know would send an angel to pillage heaven trying to find one person for a list of old recipes. Enjoy him. He’s definitely the one.  



You reached up to wipe away the tears, only to find you didn’t have any. You were truly smiling. You shot up and ran into the kitchen, wrapping yourself around Dean. “Hello.” He smiled and you kissed his lips passionately, throwing every bit of yourself into it.

The two of you ate dinner and sat around watching old movies, cuddled together on the couch. He ran his fingertips lightly down your exposed skin “You’re amazing, you know that?” You smiled and cuddled further into him.
“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over you both and repositioned so you could both lay down, snuggled tightly together. You sighed a contented sigh and drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face. “There’s that smile.” He cupped your cheek and held your head tight to his chest as he drifted off himself.