Garlicky Brown Butter Spaghetti Squash with Greens and Hazelnuts

Spaghetti Squash does not need your baggage. It is not here to be your therapist, or surrogate lover now that you’ve ixnay’d all carb and grain. Spaghetti Squash is a strong, independent woman and can make it on her own.

Spaghetti Squash is not better than spaghetti, because Spaghetti Squash just… isn’t… spaghetti. It’s a vegetable. And it’s a delicious vegetable all by itself. You can drown it in tomato sauce, finagle it into pad thai, and it will predictably be damn fucking tasty– but why not let its own virtues shine. Spaghetti Squash is a study in contrasts. It’s sweet and savory, creamy and crunchy. It’s weird-but-good, straight out of its roasted skin.

We like it served simply, with a little garlicky brown butter, good parm, and textural co-stars. There are a few different schools of thought on how to slice it for roasting. Perfect fucking angel biscuit, Christine, over at Buzzfeed recently turned us on to the ring method. You get longer strings, and a drier squash– but dang. idk. The boats are just so cute. So, do you to the fullest– but do take care to not slice your arm off. Use a sharp knife you’re comfortable wielding, on a sturdy surface, and use leverage (rather than brute force) to get shit done.

Garlicky Brown Butter Spaghetti Squash with Greens and Hazelnuts

  • 1 Spaghetti Squash, about 3 lbs
  • ½ cup Hazelnuts, chop ‘em up if they didn’t come that way already
  • 2 cloves Garlic, thinly sliced (use a veggie peeler or mandolin slicer– carefully)
  • 4 tbsp Unsalted Butter
  • 3 cups Greens, roughly chopped– we used Arugula because it was in our fridge, but Spinach, Kale, Collards, or Chard are all the tits
  • Salt and Black Pepper to taste
  • ½ cup Parmesan cheese, grated

Serves 2-3

Preheat your oven to 400°

Slice and seed your spaghetti squash, and roast it on a foil-lined sheet for 30 minutes, until a little brown on the edges, and fork-tender.

During the last 10 minutes your squash roasts do three things:

  1. pop the hazelnuts on a sheet and stick it in the oven. Give it a shake once or twice, but otherwise let them get nice and nutty. Take them out when they’re done. YMMV, so check often, but it’s usually about 6 minutes.
  1. Melt the butter in a large skillet over medium-low heat. Toss in the garlic. Let everything get toasty and nice-nice. Conveniently, this also takes about 6 minutes.
  1. Scoop the garlic out of the butter and set aside. Toss in the greens, and turn the flame up to medium. Cook them until they get nice and wilty, and most of the liquid is released. Then kill the heat.

Once roasted (and probably cooled for a sec), scoop the flesh of your squash into the pan with the browned butter and greens. Toss to coat and cook over high heat to evaporate any liquidy business that the squash releases. Season with salt and black pepper.

Transfer the squash to a plate (or the reserved squash skin, you precious little dumpling, your instagram’s gonna shit its pants), top with the garlic chips, hazelnuts, and parm.

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zepysgirl asked:

2. soothsay. 3. Steve Rogers. 5. Found families.

Changing up some timeline stuff to make this work.  Shhh… just go with it.

Steve is aware that he’s being followed and he’s spent the last fifteen minutes trying to figure out what to do about it.  He doesn’t know who it is, exactly, they’re good at what they do.  Steve’s confident that, in close quarters, he’s better.  He’s been wandering towards his old stomping grounds: they’re still his even if half the alleyways he was once beaten up in are now gone.  Steve’s not sure if it’s stupidity or some strange nostalgia that makes him wander down the dark alley, then turn to face whatever comes.

He’s poised, prepared - he thinks - but he’s not expecting what he gets.

“Took you long enough,” a piping voice says, from behind him.

He spins and looks down to find a girl, can’t be more than ten, staring up at him and looking singularly unimpressed.  “I wasn’t aware that I had an appointment,” he says, half his attention on the girl and half devoted to figuring out what the source of his unease had been.  It couldn’t have been this kid, could it?

She’s frowning at him, pursing her lips, and looking far too hard in the face for a kid who can’t be more than ten.  “I hope she knows what she’s doing,” she says quietly - he doesn’t think he was meant to catch that but, well, supersoldier - then, “Come on,” a bit louder.  She turns and trots off, heading further into the alley.

Steve follows, nonplussed.

Fifteen feet in, the kid hangs a sharp left around a dumpster and he hears her say: “He’s here, but are you sure about this?”

“Mm-hm,” a second voice says.

The other speaker, Steve sees as he rounds the dumpster, is also a kid.  Even tinier than the first, though that might just be because she’s all folded up on the ground, curling her arms around bent knees.  “Ah, hello?” he says.  “You were expecting me?”

The little girl looks up at him with big blue eyes, smiling a gap-toothed smile.  “Uh-huh,” she tells him.  “We’ve been expecting you.”

“I’m not the psychic,” the first girl snorts, kicking at the ground.

“I am not a psychic!” the second snaps.  It has the tenor of a well-worn argument between friends, or sisters.

“Girls,” Steve interrupts and then is interrupted in turn by -

Skye,” the first one says, glaring up at him with her big brown eyes.

“I’m Darcy,” the second one says, “I’m a soothsayer.  Means I see the future.”

That… is a new one for Steve.  “You see the future, huh?  What have you seen?” he asks gamely, expecting something cute like fame and fortune, or some sort of production like the psychic at the old fair he and Bucky used to go to.

She sits up and shuffles till she’s cross-legged.  Her gaze slides down and to the right, and she starts to sway a little, and then Steve’s standing straight, hands fisted at his sides as he stares at her because her eyes start to glow.  Her head tips back, the light from her eyes casting strange shadows on the fire escape above.  “Warm house family couch.  Dinner light smiles laughter.  Flashes noise anger danger.  Learning woman knives helper,” her voice echoes oddly, going deeper and higher by turns.  She stops, shaking and gasping for breath, and the other girl - Skye - is by her side in an instant, supporting her and rubbing her back, giving soft reassurances and -

Abruptly, viscerally, reminding Steve of how he and Bucky were, years ago.

“She gets it wrong sometimes,” Skye says, looking up at him.  “But… she said you could help.  She said you could - you could keep us safe from the people who wanna use us.  We don’t wanna be used.”

“I saw family,” Darcy says, sounding ragged.  She’s still slumped against the other girl, who is clearly supporting most of her weight.

“Yeah, well,” Skye bites her lip, expression going pinched.  “You keep being the optimistic one, I’ll keep being the realist.”

Steve looks from one to the other and makes a decision.  “Come with me to the Tower.  If nothing else, Thor knows a lot about magic.  I’m sure he could find some way to help you, or explain things to your parents.”

Skye snorts.  “We don’t have parents.  And it’s not magic.  Probably.  This isn’t something we were born with,” you idiot is left unstated but implied, and then she says something that makes Steve’s blood run cold: “It’s something that was done to us.”

“Come to the Tower,” he says again, only realizing he’s using his command voice when Skye glares at him.  “Please,” he amends.  “I - we can help you.”

“I know,” Darcy says, smiling.  “And I told you so, Skye.”

“Yeah, well,” Skye shrugs, still eyeing Steve suspiciously, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Darcy smiles up at Steve, full of so much hope and excitement that he can’t imagine disappointing her.  “I know.  I’ve already seen it.”

Thank you I hope I don’t disappoint ( ๑•́ㅿ•̀๑)

Between work and basketball Kise barely had any time to spend with you and all he wanted was some quality time with you all to himself.  So when he finally finagled his schedule to allow some time off from work he had begged you to get your parents to let him spend the night over.  The look on his face when you told him you got the OK was worth the hell it took to convince your parents to let your boyfriend sleepover for the first time.

Neither of you wanted to be swarmed by Kise’s fans so you stayed home and did all kinds of things together. You painted his nails to match his hair and he promised not to wash it off even though you both knew he would have to before his next shoot.  Then you sang off key to all your favorite songs and made facial masks.

Now the day was winding down to an end with you and Kise cuddling on the couch with you underneath him, his arm wrapping around your middle and his head resting on your chest while you ran your fingers through his hair.  A bowl of popcorn lay half eaten and forgotten on the floor while you watched the sappy romance movie Kise insisted on watching.

“That feels nice…” The blond boy mumbled sleepily while squeezing you lightly.  It wasn’t long before Kaijo’s ace was snoring in your arms.  Every now and then he’d mumble your name and other unintelligible things.

You were perfectly content so lay there with him even after the movie ended, of course, that was until the drooling started…

—- like for a small script starter !

We had a really nice season this year. It was another one of those weird seasons. I’m the only girl that hasn’t left, like ever. I’m just so amazed by that. It was fun to have Jennifer Love Hewitt there. She’s leaving after this season. It was really fun to have Jennifer, and she was a great addition to the team, but she’s moving on because she’s having another child in July.

What’s also going to be weird is that A. J. Cook is having a baby in July. She’ll come back, but everybody’s trying to finagle it saying, “How do we put her in the first episode?” There are some things underway that we’re actually trying to do so that she’ll be there without actually being there in the first episode, but I can’t say anything more than that. We had a really fun season that went by really fast as they always do. We’re all madly in love with each other, and I think that shows. I’m just really happy that I get to be around all of them so much.

—  Kirsten Vangsness

Had a minor fashion emergency this morning that meant having to go home at ten AM and change out of my adorable outfit into whatever was clean. I cobbled together this monochrome look (so not my usual thing but I do enjoy it occasionally) and then while my clothes from earlier were soaking, I got to fix my hair, which I normally can’t do because it’s much too difficult to finagle while wet. So, have some hair-up make-up-done alternate-outfit selfies. 


It was a warm spring day, that Robin decided to take on a vacation. Leaving his spot in the Shepherds feeling quite empty to Chrom and the others. However, the tactician did manage to finagle himself a replacement for while he was gone, by having his good friend Palutena warp in myself, his Mun, to fill the void.

It wasn’t a pleasant feeling being asleep at my desk one second, only to awaken to a giant thwack to my body, as I hit the ground next to Robin’s bed. Something that either Robin had done to me on purpose (for some small revenge), or could have very well been an accident, as Palutena had only seen the inside of his tent once, back when Robin was waiting outside for her and Marley to borrow some of his gear to change into some dry clothes. Regardless, I owed her and Robin one very big prank, for pulling me into this place out of the blue.

Without much time to catch my bearings, I found myself sitting upright upon the ground, my brain trying to catch up to where I could be, and what the hell just happened…It didn’t work to well. For, never had I seen the inside of such an interesting place. The ground a hard marble; The fancy decor; The leather-bound books; And my personal favorite aspect I noticed: ‘Full sets of medieval weaponry’! Clearly, I had died and gone to Valhalla! But, regardless of how much I liked the looks of where I was, I wasn’t about to let myself just sit in this unknown area. I needed to know for certain as to just where I was.

Luckily for me, Robin and Palutena spared me any embarrassment, as I still had on my comfortable black jeans, white shirt, and even my lucky red-leather jacket! Knowing how I had written my variant of Robin, he could have had Palu warp me in buck-naked, just to get some revenge. Though, I did have to bother the awkwardly made boots that were in the room I found myself in, as I was missing my own.

Upon opening the door, I could hear other talking down the right of the hallway. Which, was probably also the direction of the main room, as to the left of the door I had opened, was a window to the outside, which showcased what appeared to be a training yard. And, while I was certain I recognized a couple of the faces I had seen, I decided not to stare, and made my way towards the voices to my right.

“Gods damn it all, Chrom! What in the bloody hell was that!?” The tactician yelled, beside herself with frustration.

She’d left him for a few moments so she could collect a few of her notebooks, and asked him to watch the tea for it to boil. The job should have been easy for the clumsy Exalt, but Gods forbid you leave him alone with the good china in the room for a few minutes. Why was a simple job such as that so hard?

“Just…at least you were able to clean this up without killing yourself. For now, just leave the tea to me. Besides, Lucina said something about wanting to spar with you.”

With that, she kicked him out of the room. Chrom made good time heading towards Lucina’s room, opposite the way the newcomer was coming from. The Exalt was simply too relaxed in the castle, despite the risks of simply everything.

Marley was then left to take care of the tea and put it into cups. It was unfortunate that he broke the ones he did; they were her favorites. But, she pulled out a new set and set them down on the table. Pulling the tea from the wood burning stove, Marley poured the tea. The scent of chamomile wafted from the room, and she was soon to follow. However, she wasn’t expecting to see the stranger.

Once she was out the door and face to face with Robin’s replacement, she quickly went into a defensive mode. The tray of cups was set down upon a conveniently placed decorative table, and her trusty Levin was drawn and pointed at the other.

“Who are you and what are you doing on the grounds?”

While having drinks with a friend - we run into our corporate pilot. Currently trying to finagle my UK trip in September on the corporate jet. Check back with me later to see if I was successful.

late #upd8 reactions due to work but


three quick disconnected points:

  • I LOVE A LOT OF THE CHATTER THIS HAS INSPIRED it kinda takes me back fandom-wise (i’ve been quietly poking my head in various places when i’ve had the chance today >_>)
  • tbh the main thing i’m wondering (aside from HOW/WHEN DO THE BETAS GET OUT OF THAT THING [faint screaming]) is whether the kids walked into this sitch knowing they’d be completing a giant horrifying timeloop (and as such have a bigger ploy - formed in tandem with the trolls etc - this is all a part of somehow), or if they really DID believe they could stop LE’s rise to power due to the funky alpha-timeline-finagling nature of john’s retcon powers
    • OR in the spirit of The Third Option, they figured the latter was worth the ol’ college try and put into place a contingency plan in case that didn’t work out u_u
  • jesus though this update brings home how close to the end we are…. sewing up some of the biggest mysteries and providing (mostly terrifying) answers to questions we weren’t even asking. man

anonymous asked:

she blackmailed Ben into marrying her and giving her spot at LettersLive and asking Tom to get her job at Aldenburgh. how long will it in your opinion take to threaten him if they don't let her on Sherlock she is going to spill the dirt on him? do you really believe Mofftiss will say no if the risk they take would basically mean end of Sherlock? Did you seriously learn nothing from these few months? oh and by the way, i will be very suprised if the baby actor for Watson baby won't be her kid.

First of all, what she’s managed to finagle out of their relationship has been small potatoes. A festival in the Fall, that they are just letting her coattail a real artist on and reading at Letters Live do not threaten a critically acclaimed, wildly popular franchise. And, like I mentioned before, not even taking the fandom into account, ALL of Ben’s cast mates obviously loathe her. And I mean loathe. Even if the Whippet is still around then and Ben hasn’t had a nervous breakdown by then, I don’t see it. There is “throwing a dog a bone” and then there’s “threatening your livelyhood”.