Port Hunding cheese fries

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)
Olive oil
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
Salsa (optional)

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!

Can You Take Me Home?

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff (?)

Summary: It’s St. Patrick’s Day 2001. Gerard is drunk at an Irish pub and you have to go pick him up. 

A/N: Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all my Irish followers (and anyone else who celebrates!)

It was March 17, 2001, and you were at home, minding your own business. Then, the phone rang.
“Hello?” said an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello, who is this?” you asked, puzzled.
“Sorry to bother you,” the caller apologized. “I’m the bartender at O’Flannigan’s Irish Pub. We’ve got a man here, he, uh, he’s really wasted. We had to cut him off, but he won’t leave. You were the first name in his cell phone under recent calls, so…..”
It must be Gerard, you realized. He was the only one of your friends who owned a cell phone. You remembered him rambling to you about how, in ten years, everyone was going to own one. You weren’t so sure.
“Fuck,” you sighed into the phone’s receiver, winding the cord anxiously around your finger. “I’ll come pick him up, ok?”
“Thank you,” the bartender said, sounding as if he was sorry. “And have a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
You blinked in momentary confusion as you hung up the phone. You’d completely forgotten that the Irish holiday was today. You didn’t normally do much to celebrate it. But, you knew a lot of people observed it by drinking heavily. Clearly, that had been what Gerard decided to do.
You rolled your eyes as you climbed into the car and drove to the pub. 

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$13 for 7 meals* Meal Prep

*some repeat. Some double.
These meals are designed to feed two and are all Dollar Tree items. I’m unemployed so I make pennies work to feed the kids. They like simple foods. Made on mobile.

-Hot Dogs
-Sliced Bread
-Cheese (slice or anything that melts)
-Frozen stir fry mixed vegetables
-Frozen French Fries
-Can of baked beans
-Tomato soup (or soup of choice)
-refried beans
-canned nacho cheese
-tortillas (whole white)
-oil if you don’t have any
Meal 1
Grilled cheese and tomato soup. Can really get like two meals if you thin out soup. Plenty of bread as well to get more grilled cheeses.

Meal 2
Hot dogs and fries. Should get two meals from this really. (x4 dogs a meal / half bag of fries each time).

Meal 3
Baked beans and toast breakfast

Meal 4 & 5
Stirfry. Use half bag of veg mix to a 1 dry cup rice ratio. Thus making two meals.

Meal 6
Nacho night. Top with half can refried beans. Cut and fry tortillas into chips.

Meal 7
Bean burritos. Use rice, cheese and the rest of the refried beans in these.

Curious isn’t care.  a poem by Ryan Lowrie

Grocery shopping with a limp from a torn thing that was treated as far as it could go

I’m standing in front of the glass doors of the frozen food section.  

Pondering between types of frozen french fries.

  above and beyond the soft jazz musak pop rock that flutters down from the dusty bunnied ceiling I hear a grown woman whimper.

Over my shoulder I spot a woman blowing her nose.  She looks like a supervisor I used to have in shameless laborious wage chasing adulthood.  Using a tissue covered thumb to clean out the unpleasantness from her proboscis, she spots me gandering over my shoulder at her and split second polite smiles before registering that I was another wage chimp beneath her iron fist.

Long time no see, sighed in defeat.  How have you been?

I shrug and ask her what she’s crying about.  She asks me why do I care about what she cares and I tell her that I don’t care but I’m curious.

She was picking out a frozen cake to take to her mom’s for her mother’s birthday next week because she didn’t have time to cook a cake.  She could cook a cake in a week.  It’s not a question of time.  It’s a question of wanting to and she doesn’t want to and that makes her feel guilty because it’s her mom and she should care more about her mother but she doesn’t and that makes her feel bad that she didn’t become a better person to her mother.  She just realized that she didn’t become the person her mother wanted her to be.

We stood quiet in the frozen food section for a few minutes nodding and then I asked if her mother had become the woman she wanted her to be as a kid.  What does that have to do with anything?  Everything.  

You feel you didn’t become the person your parents wanted you to be.  They probably didn’t become who you wanted them to be either.

Chances of them becoming the older person you wanted them to be are just as slim because you’re not them and they’re not you and eventually you’re going to have to do your own thing and sever the parents’ leash.  The sooner the better.  If your mother doesn’t want to eat crow then let her eat cake. 

Low-budget, no-waste shopping list

This is my fallback for when I know I’m going to need to cook at least 3 nights a week and won’t be able to order in or drive thru for meals.  

Cooking Supplies

  • Pam nonstick spray or extra butter/olive oil
  • Aluminum foil
  • Parchment paper

Meal Ingredients

  • 2 boxes of linguini and/or spaghetti noodles
  • 1 box rotini pasta
  • 3 jars pasta sauce
  • 1 large bag shredded mozzarella
  • 1 large bag shredded or grated parmesan
  • 1 bulb garlic
  • 1 onion
  • 2 bags frozen veggie medley in steamer bags
  • 1 gallon of milk
  • 1 gallon of vanilla almond milk
  • 6 skinless chicken breasts
  • 2 lbs ground beef
  • 2 lbs ground spicy Italian sausage/breakfast sausage
  • 1 package hot italian sausage links
  • 2 or 3 baking potatoes
  • 1 package bacon
  • 12 eggs
  • unsalted butter
  • olive oil
  • garlic powder

Snacks, Sides, and Quick Meals

  • 1 bag frozen french fries
  • 1 loaf french bread
  • 1 loaf sandwich bread
  • 1 package English muffins
  • peanut butter
  • jelly
  • honey
  • saltines or Ritz crackers
  • 2 boxes cereal (for variety)
  • 1 bag M&Ms
  • 1 bag Skittles
  • deli meat (sliced lunch meat)
  • cheese slices
  • block of cheese for snacking
  • grapes
  • bananas
  • apples
  • pepperoni
  • ground coffee

What to make with this list?

  • Broiled chicken seasoned with olive oil, garlic, salt and pepper, served over pasta and alfredo sauce with steamer veggies on the side
    2 spoons, 2-3 meals
  • Half-arsed lasagna (I submitted this one recently, not sure if it’s up yet - if mods approved, please link?) with garlic bread
    4-5 spoons, 6-8 meals
  • Spaghetti with garlic bread (add in ¼ lb of ground beef browned and mixed in sauce for extra iron/protein)
    1-2 spoons, 2-4 meals
  • Bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches on English muffins
    2-3 spoons, 1 meal each
  • Breakfast patty sandwiches (sausage patty made from ground sausage and a slice of cheese) on English muffins
    2-3 spoons to prepare, 1 spoon to reheat, 1 meal each
  • Lunch meat and cheese slice sandwiches
    1 spoon, 1 meal each
  • Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
    1 spoon, 1 meal each
  • Grilled sausages with onion and potato, baked potato and garlic bread on the side
    3-4 spoons, 2-3 meals
  • Naked chicken tenders (grilled with a little olive oil, salt, and pepper) or breaded chicken tenders (flour, egg white, salt, and pepper fried in olive oil) with baked french fries and veggie medley
    4-5 spoons, 4-5 meals


  • Coffee
    1-2 spoons
  • Frozen Coffee/Specialty Coffee
    2-4 spoons
  • Peanut butter and banana and/or honey sandwich
    1-2 spoons
  • Grown-up lunchables (ritz crackers, cheese block, pepperoni, and grapes)
    2-3 spoons
  • Baked from frozen french fries (season if you want!)
    1 spoon
  • Baked potato with butter, salt, and bacon
    2 spoons
  • Cereal with milk or as a crunchy snack
    1 spoon
  • Candy (put it out in big bowls so you grab it in handfuls instead of eating it out of the bag to reduce urge to overeat, if you want to avoid that)
    1 spoon
  • Apple, grapes, or banana
    1 spoon

I hope this helps.  :)  This feeds me and my boyfriend 2-3 meals a day (he sometimes eats lunch at work) plus snacks for about 1.5-2 weeks, normally.  We often have a friend over on the weekends who eats with us, so take this with a grain of salt.  You could probably make it stretch for 2 people and 1 child.

A TFW Christmas Dinner

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Title: A TFW Christmas Dinner

Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Y/N (no pairing)

Word Count: 1,275

Warnings: angst and fluff

A/N: This was requested by @basheverythingyesterday! I hope you all enjoy it! I’ll be putting tomorrow’s posts in my queque so I know they’ll be posted! I love you all <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

The Winchester brothers could see a difference in you when the three of you came back from the hunt.  You didn’t sing along to the music on the way back like you usually did.  You sat in the back seat staring at a locket that you wore around your neck.  They knew there was a picture of your mom in that locket.  It didn’t help that Christmas was tomorrow.

Dean grabbed Sam’s arm as they watched you go straight to your room.  Dean waited for you to disappear around the corner before speaking.  “Sammy, we gotta cheer up [Y/N] somehow,” Dean muttered.  “I know we don’t always have the best Christmases, but we have to try, for [Y/N].”

“What do you suggest we do Dean,” Sam wondered.  “It’s not like we have anything for a Christmas dinner.  We don’t have anything Christmasy in the bunker.”  Sam threw his arms out in the air, letting them fall against his sides.

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beast-bae  asked:

reverse #137 normally Derek would be all eating healthy and stuff but this time its Stiles <3

Kid stuffff is hardddddd but I did it! WHoo, here’s reverse prompt #137: “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“I’ll buckle her in and get Mitch settled,” Derek said, leading the two children to the dining area.

Stiles nodded and crossed the way to the kitchen headed for the fridge. He could hear Lily’s high pitched protest of sitting in her high chair and Mitchell’s persistent babbling about something from school. It put a familiar fuzzy feeling in his chest, hearing Derek being gentle with them with kind words.

Hearing his family happy made him happy….the state of the fridge and cabinets did not.

There was a box of PopTarts and a bag or two of chips. Not like the good kind either, like flavored Lay’s and Ruffles. There was chocolate syrup in the fridge, bags of frozen french fries, a pack of boxed juices (when did those even get there?), prepackaged pizza. Over the years Stiles has learned some very important things. One of which was that he couldn’t eat like he did as a teenager, not if he wanted to end up with the same doctor bills as his dad. Plus he can’t keep up with the three werewolves in the house plus the rest of the pack.

He had an image to maintain.

With the right spices quinoa salad tastes pretty fucking good if he says so himself.

“Derek,” Stiles called, “we need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids. Seriously they don’t even eat Cheetos, when did we get those?”

There were footsteps from behind, arms wrapping around his waist, and stubble rubbing against his neck.

“Oh no big guy, cuddling me isn’t getting you out of this one. I’m mad,” Stiles huffed.

Derek chuckled, “you do know werewolves can eat junk food and be fine right?”

“That doesn’t mean we should set that example! What if Mitchell and Lily have kids of their own one day? One of them could be human and they are taught from Lil and Mitch that junk food is okay, that’s on us! Do you want to be held responsible for that?” Stiles asked, craning his neck to look at his husband with narrowed eyes.

“You had more than two cups of coffee this morning didn’t you?”

“Maybe, that’s not the point–”

“We have strawberries and peanut butter…and I think we have enough of your seed bread to make them a sandwich,” Derek cut in which effectively shut Stiles up…because good idea.

Stiles smiled, leaning in to give the older man a kiss before grabbing the strawberries out of the fridge. Now honestly making sandwiches isn’t hard, it’s the easiest thing ever, at least to Stiles. So when there’s teeth nibbling at his earlobe and hands running down his sides, the knife he’s been using to spread peanut butter flies across the counter and gets everywhere while a few strawberries tumble to the floor.

“Daddy? Papa? Can you stop flirting? Me and Lily are hunnngry!” Mitchell yelled from the dining room.

Stiles felt his cheeks go up in flames as he grabbed the knife and finished making the food. He turned to Derek with a slightly amused slightly annoyed face.

“I will give the kids their food and hang out with them, you….you get to clean the mess. Firstly for letting our kitchen be filled with junk food. Secondly for riling me up enough to have our son call us out on it,” Stiles said with finality, feeling like a badass.

Derek winked at him, and Stiles turned around to hide his smile. He only made it a few steps before there was a loud crack and suddenly his ass stung. With a gasp, both aroused and surprised, he looked back with wide eyes–

Dad! Stop it!!!!”



Since there’s so much negativity on Tumblr, lemme introduce you to my pets. Since I feel like you’d enjoy them.

First up we have Nugget. He’s a chihuahua. Likes taking long walks and sitting in mud puddles. Has a girlfriend down the street called Sassy, she’s a cocker spaniel. He really likes eating frozen French fries and cat food. One time he ran into a wall because he was busy trying to stuff as many ping pong balls in his mouth as he could.

Next we have Spooky the rabbit. He regularly scares the neighborhood cats (and Nugget’s girlfriend). Likes apple peels. Lives outside in our fenced in yard now because he somehow breaks out of the hutch. He’s probably a reincarnation of some escape artist. One time he scared Nugget back up onto our front porch when he escaped outside by jumping erratically.

Then there’s Laine. Pittbull. Sweetest little thing in the world. Loves her stuffed duck that we call Bobble. She’s a fat little thing. Like so fat that she can’t jump very well. As such she gets really jealous when Nugget gets up on top of the couch and she can’t. She’s best friends with our neighbor’s Husky. She also won’t sleep unless she cuddles with someone, namely my brother’s boxer (his name is Sugar Ray).

Finally we have my cat. King Louis. Most beautiful, pretentious, vain cat you will ever meet. Will literally stare at himself in a mirror for hours. Has a mirror in his cat tower so he can look at himself there (so he won’t knock my shit over). Is king of the neighborhood. Has a cat mafia made up of four of the neighbor’s cats and two strays. Goes for walks with the dogs because he can’t let other cats fuck with them, that’s his job.

sometimes i also forget that my boyfriend is an absolutely incredible chef and then he’s working and he sends me photos OR on the lucky days when we’re together he cooks for me and it’s incredible. he can make frozen french fries taste michelin-starred

Best Laid Plans

Requested by anon (and to satisfy but-deans-back-tho and her craving for Dean smut).

Summary: Reader and Dean are having problems since he was cursed with the Mark of Cain. The reader plans dinner in order to talk and reconnect, but the plans don’t go exactly the way they are supposed to.\

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2075

In the year you and Dean had been dating, following the year that you and Dean had spent traveling together-and sleeping together- pretending you weren’t in a relationship, you had hit a few rough spots. There were weeks, and once, even a month, where you were just…out of sync. Someone would get irritable, or someone would feel too vulnerable and panic, or life would just get in the way, and the two of you just couldn’t connect.

But that was just the way any relationship went, right? You would bake pie, or Dean would take you out on a rare real date, or sometimes you just woke up in the middle of the night reaching for each other, and the two of you would find your way back to each other, always.

That was before the Mark.

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It's Insanity, but...

Based on the following prompt sent to me by anon with feels:

Oooohhhh, I want the cranki-est little ficlet with single dad stiles with like a brangelina amount of kids and it’s someone’s birthday and the grumpy clown is derek. because dad!stiles makes me wanna have kids.

Sorry it took so long- and it turned out a little different but I hope you still enjoy!

Basics: Sterek, Sciles Bromance (as is my way), T, 5k, No Warnings

(ALSO THIS MIGHT BE A NEW LOW FOR ME IN TERMS OF TITLES. I am very tired. If you have a better one, please let me know.)

[Just FYI, this story has now been continued on AO3]


The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs.

As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

It was Scott who found out that the work of rogue hunters such as Kate Argent and the Calaveras had left many werewolf children orphaned. It was Scott who discovered that many of them had difficulties finding adoptive families or even stable foster homes due to their quick tempers, tendency to hear things they shouldn’t, propensity for smelling everything, and the small issue of sometimes turning into tiny werepuppies.

Yeah, apparently most foster parents are a bit freaked out by that.

But, still it is Scott’s fault. Because it was Scott’s idea that they had to help and it was Scott’s blend of resolve and puppy-eyes that had somehow convinced the over-worked social worker to allowed two unmarried 22-year old recent college grads to be foster parents.

That had been four years ago.

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Lost My Disability Benefits

I’m Steph, a bedbound trans woman. I lost my disability today, and my bank account is overdrawn, and I need to buy food, meds, and other stuff like razors and soap and stuff. I had to quit sex work because my disability got so bad I can’t even leave my bed more than once or twice a day, for a minute or two at a time. My disability lawyer is working on getting me reinstated, but there’s no telling how long that could take.

If you can help, please send money (any amount helps!) to

Literally I only have frozen french fries for food, and not much. Thank you for reading, and reblogging.

got so mad at overwatch competitive mode tonight that in my rage I put half a bag of frozen French fries in the oven and ate them with a ricotta cheese/ketchup mixture.

Garlic parmesan french fries. Hell yes.

Toss olive oil, parsley, salt, pepper, parmesan cheese and a crap ton of minced or pressed garlic (I did like four big cloves) with frozen packaged french fries. Spread them out on a baking sheet and bake them at whatever temp the fries package says until everything gets a little crunchy. 

Mine were a little greasy when they came out so I drained them on some paper towels. 

Throw some more cheese or salt and pepper on top when they come out if you think they need it. 

Whirlwind (Eleven)

What Is (July 21, 2018)

The air in the kitchen was horribly humid, but at least it was cold. It wasn’t exactly my first choice of places to stop and volunteer for the day, but Sheryl, the main cook at camp, and I had been pretty tight since the days I’d sneak in the kitchen six times a day to steal Dum Dums from the giant bag she kept in the pantry, so when she asked me if I could mix up a few pitchers of Kool Aid for her, it felt wrong to turn it down.

I stood in front of the main sink and poured the pale mixture into the top of the plastic container and tipped it into the pitcher, coughing as the powder hit the bottom of the pitcher and puffed up into my face. I turned on the tap and let the water run, then reached into the cabinet over the sink and pulled out a box of granola bars, the kind that were more chocolate chips than actual granola. I ripped open the wrapper of one of them and shoved it into my mouth as I shut off the water and pulled out another pitcher to start on the next batch.


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“Oh fuck, oh FUCK.” DRARRY :D

There was a ring in the deep fryer—stupid muggle contraption—and Draco didn’t quite know how it got there. The deep fryer had semi-frozen french fries, grease and hot oil already bubbling and frying them away. He stared at the oil, pleading internally for the ring not to be his engagement ring.

Anything but his engagement ring. Which was rather impossible seeing as his ring finger was devoid of that cool metallic sensation. His breath hitched.

Merlin’s pants. Harry was going to murder him when he came home.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, panicking. Glancing around the kitchen, he thought about what Harry had said about this bloody thing. But he couldn’t remember. It was not like he paid any heed to muggle contraptions like this. He blamed it on his pureblood superiority complex.

“Draco?” Harry called out, a sign he was already home. Bad timing as per usual.

“Oh fuck. Oh FUCK,” Draco whispered in horror. Usually he was the picture of calmness but this time,he just couldn’t think. His brain was on lock down for any sort of useful information.

So Draco grabbed a kitchen knife, the first thing he saw that could be of help, and dipped it into the hot oil. His back was turned to Harry’s so his fiancée still couldn’t see what was going on.

The ring surfaced but it smelled like grease. At least, Draco supposed, it still looked like a ring. He pocketed it and turned to Harry.

“Hey, Potter,” Draco greeted casually.

“Hey?” Harry replied, half amused. He raised an eyebrow at Draco as if to say that he knew what happened.

“For your information, I had it all under control,” Draco said condescendingly, sniffing.

Harry laughed.

ok gdi this was shit but eh pressure isnt good for me HAHA I hope you like it anyway! xxx

send me a dialogue and i will write a ficlet!

Young & Adventurous? There's A Potato Being Made Just For You

by Michael Keller

Things have been rough for the potato over the last decade or so. American consumers have been turning a cold shoulder toward the humble tuber, with each of us eating 22 pounds of potatoes less in 2012 compared to what we put down in 2000, the National Potato Council reports.

The slide has been steady, and both potato growers and agricultural scientists have taken note. If you’re young and have some expendable income, they’d like to sell you a potato with a little more pizzaz than the one your grandma overcooked.

“What we are doing now is developing unique varieties that have a tendency to appeal to the younger set with high income who are willing to try something different,” said Creighton Miller, a Texas A&M University horticultural scientist who turns out new breeds of potato and legume. “This has contributed somewhat to an increase in consumption of these types over the russets, which are still the standard.” 

Breeding programs are constantly trying to improve potatoes to make them more disease and pest resistant, and to make them better suited to industrial processing like making chips and frozen french fries. But scientists are also combing through natural variations in potatoes to find characteristics that might make the fresh tubers more appealing to people.

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