If you’ve been to Stros M'kai, chances are you’ve caught a whiff or a taste of this delicious local snack that’s popular with street food vendors. It’s everyone’s favourite for a reason- who doesn’t love potatoes and cheese? Beer battered chips and a zesty queso sauce make this the ultimate party platter snack. If you can’t make it to Hammerfell yourself, this quick and easy recipe will bring you that street food vibe right in your kitchen.
You will need:
2 cups frozen shoestring French fries (or make your own)
½ cup plain flour
1 cup beer
2 tsp paprika powder
2 tsp chili powder
2 tsp garlic powder
2 tbsp cheddar, shredded
2 tbsp mozzarella, shredded
2 tbsp Monterey Jack, shredded
¼ cup sour cream
1 tbsp butter
2 tsp chili powder, or hot sauce of choice (Cholula or Tabasco are my favourites)
2 tsp garlic powder
Salt and pepper, to taste
1 tbsp parmesan, grated
In a mixing bowl, combine the flour, paprika powder, garlic powder, and beer. Mix well until a smooth batter is formed, then coat your fries evenly. Spray a baking sheet with olive oil and bake at 230C/450F for 30 minutes.
While the fries are baking, in a small pot combine the cheeses, sour cream, butter, chili, garlic powder, and salt and pepper. Stir often at low heat until the mixture is smooth liquid.
Pour the queso over the fries, top with grated parmesan, additional hot sauce or salsa, and dig in!
Comfort Food (Leonard x Plus Size!Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request
Imagine: Rip yelled at you for completely messing up the navigation system and calculations to finding Savage’s next whereabouts. In doing so, he made you cry and Leonard came to comfort you…
You looked up to see Leonard.
“Catch,” he said. Swinging his hand back, he threw an easy underhand to you and you caught whatever it was he had in his hand. Wiping your bleary tears away with your arm, you were finally able to see what the small package was.
Nacho cheese flavor.
…Is this supposed to be a joke or something? Rip just blasted off about how you were the most incompetent, untalented, lazy being to have ever come to existence in front of the whole team. He made several off-handed comments about your contribution to the crew, the most hurtful one being that you only got up from the couch to get food.
Granted, you deserved that comment, since you screwed up his chances of killing the world’s greatest tyrant and saving his son and wife; but, it didn’t change the fact that what he said still hurt.
And, of course, you - being the self-conscious, quiet person you were - stayed silent and walked away.
You had gone back to your room to calm your nerves. Think about something else aside from your weight and appearance and how you felt completely gross.
Here was Leonard, trying to feed you.
Setting the bag of chips down on the ground, you shook your head. “Sorry. I don’t want any…”
Leonard couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“What’re you talking about?” He took a seat on the floor across from you and cast you a very dry stare. “You love food. It’s what cheers you up when you have a bad day.”
“Rip called me lazy,” you said, voice low and ashamed. “And - I don’t know. I know he doesn’t mean it and all; but, I can’t help but think that he was calling me…”
You trailed off.
You didn’t know how else to end the sentence without using the words ‘fat’ or ‘obese’ to describe yourself. Just thinking about it made you want to cry.
Fortunately for you, Leonard never let you dawdle too much on the negative and scoffed.
“You’re stressing out over nothing,” he nudged the bag of Doritos with his foot. “Go eat.”
You stared at him, hesitant.
He nudged the bag once more.
Sighing, you finally caved in and grabbed the bag. With little difficulty, you popped it open. A very small, hidden smile played on Leonard’s lips.
“Now, that’s my girl,” he purred.
You always liked the way Leonard called you his girl. It made you feel special. And the fact that he really didn’t care much about you appearance and knew when to come to your aid…
Your heart beat more for him.
Gripping the bag tightly, you nodded. “Thank you.”
“No problem…” he said in the most aloof way possible; though you knew, deep down, he really cared. As if reading your mind, Leonard pursed his lips, deep in thought.
“Listen…” he drawled, inattentively playing with his pinky ring. “I’m not one to talk or yammer on about feelings, but…if you need to say something, tell me.”
Once again, you flushed brightly. “Okay.”
Reaching into his pocket, Leonard took out another bag of Doritos - Cool Ranch flavor - and opened it as well. You both ate in comfortable silence, with him occasionally brushing against yours.
Requested by: Anonymous Prompt: Hi if your request are open or if you are taking request could maybe please do a plus size reader and Leonard imagine kinda like your mick imagines