I am loving this storyline, so I’m gonna write some blurbs that aren’t really blurbs, about it. I hope you enjoy. I’ve decided to name the kids, it just makes it more personal. The Daughters name is Presley, the Sons name is Raul.
She’s had this idea for two years now. She has begged you, cried to you about it.
You just wanted to wait until she was old enough to really understand what she would be asking. It’s a huge deal, and you really wanted her to understand.
She’s 12 now, you’re baby boy now 6.
He’s been with her for 8 years, you the same amount.
He’s her Dad, he knows that, she knows that, you know that.
But it was time.
“Really?” She says dropping her fork as you tell her at dinner.
Shawn was at a late meeting, so he could have all day tomorrow off.
“I think it would be alright, if you still wanted.” You say wiping your mouth on your napkin.
“REALLY?!?” She jumps up, scaring her younger brother.
“Why are you yelling?” Shawn asks walking in the room.
“Sorry.” She sits down, losing her excitement to hide it from him.
“How is my family?” He asks taking a seat next to you. He looks at Presley and quirks a brow. “How was school?”
“No different than yesterday.” She sighs playing with her food.
“Still bugging you?” He asks taking a bite of his pasta.
“Yep.” She says taking a bite of her salad. You look up confused.
“Who’s bugging you?” You ask leaning forward.
“Oh nothing.” She says shaking her head.
You look up at Shawn and he doesn’t look at you, just keeps eating. What is she talking about?
“Raul? How was kindergarten?” Shawn moves to the next kid.
“It was good, we had pudding.” He smiles. Shawn smiles too.
“And you?” He asks looking over at you.
“My day was just a day.” You say taking a bite of garlic bread.
“What does that mean?” He asks. He moves his hand under the table to your knee, giving it a slight squeeze.
“It means nothing exciting happened? Other than finding out that y’all are keeping something from me.” You say pointing your fork between the two of Shawn and Presley.
“We aren’t hiding anything.” Shawn shrugs.
“Care to tell me who’s bugging you.” You say looking at Presley.
“Just drop it okay.” She snaps at you. You sit up in shock, you have never seen her like this before. “I told Dad, it’s all good.” She covers.
“Okay.” You sigh dropping it, looking at Shawn. He nods and winks at you.
That night, once the kids are in bed.
After helping Presley get her gift ready for tomorrow, you lay down with Shawn.
“Hey.” He smiles taking your hand in his.
“Hey.” You sigh.
“What’s up?” He asks pulling you closer.
“Nothing.” You sigh against him.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Who’s bugging her?”
“Still on this?” He chuckles.
“Shawn.” You are staring to become frustrated.
“Babe, she talked to me about it. She didn’t want you to worry. I’ve got it under control.” He says sitting up.
“But if it’s someone at school you gotta call…”
“I called her teacher this morning, she noticed it, gonna keep an eye out.” He says running his hand up and down your back.
“Who is it?” You ask softly.
“I don’t know, Mikayla, McKenzie. Something that starts with M.” He shrugs.
“Is she okay?”
“Baby she’s fine. They were bugging her about her shoes I think.” He knits his eyebrows together.
“You think? Did you not pay attention.”
“I paid attention, it was about her hair. They told her she was a baby because she had it in pigtails.”
“And she’s still wearing them?”
“Yeah, I told her that if she liked them then that they shouldn’t let her change the way she looks. They aren’t her, and if she likes them then that’s all that matters.”
“When did she tell you about this?”
“When I was away last week, got a late night call. Thought it was you, but she was on the other line crying. Felt like my heart was ripped out of my body, I hated that I wasn’t here to hold her and make her feel better in person.”
“When did this happen?” You ask yourself, wondering why you didn’t notice.
“She told me that Raul was sick, you were busy and she didn’t want to stress you out more than you already were.”
“Don’t take it as an insult, she was worried about you. I was too, she just needed to talk and to vent, she would have done the same thing if I were here.” He said sitting up with you.
“I know, she just used to tell me everything.”
“She will, when she’s ready. I think that this one is all better and she doesn’t need to tell you to help her fix it because it’s already fixed.”
“Come on, don’t be all sad. I turn 29 tomorrow.” He says smiling.
“I know, you’re so old.” You tease him.
“Hey, you will be here in just a few months.” He says nudging your shoulder.
“So what do you want to do tomorrow?”
“hmmm I don’t know, what do you have planned?”
“What?” You ask.
“Y/n, I’ve been with you for 8 years now, you always have something planned.” He chuckles.
“Okay, so breakfast with the kids. Then your family is coming over for the day, hang out. Then gifts I guess.” You shrug.
“Sounds like a great day.”
“Daddy!” Raul said clapping.
“Shhh not yet.” Presley says picking him up.
The three of you walk into your bedroom to see Shawn laying on his stomach. You nod at Presley and she sets Raul on the bed and he climbs over to Shawn.
Shawn jumps when his son crawls on his back.
“Daddy! Happy Birthday!” Raul yells clapping. You laugh as Shawn sits up rubbing his eyes.
“Hey guys.” He smiles, still sleepy. It’s so cute.
“Hey Dad, Happy Birthday.” Presley smiles as she sits next to him.
“Thanks baby.” He kisses the top of her head.
You walk over with the tray of food, setting it on his lap. He looks up at you with a smile.
“Happy Birthday.” You smile at him.
“Thanks.” He smirks. “This looks amazing. Who cooked?” He asked looking a Raul.
“Actually Presley made you the muffins.” You say nudging her leg.
“Really?” He asks looking at her. She nods and takes on, ripping a piece off and taking a bite.
“It’s good, you should try one.” She laughs at his face.
“Shawn let’s do gifts.” Karen calls out to Shawn and Manny.
They were out back, watching Raul run around his playground.
“Come on Bud, it’s time for presents.” Shawn says taking his sons hand walking to the family room.
“Come on Dad!” Presley says excitedly as he sits down.
“Ok ok, I’m here.” He says taking a seat.
“Here babe.” You hand him a gift. “It’s from Raul.”
Shawn opens the gift to find a new guitar pick, this one is one he made.
“Raul! Did you make this?” He asks looking up in shock.
“Yeah, Mommy found this new maker thing.”
Shawn looks up at you.
“We call can make some, I bought the machine.” You shrug. “That’s my gift.”
“Thanks bud! I love it.”
“We didn’t get you a gift, but Aaliyah sent us with this.” Karen says sliding Shawn a box.
He opened it and found a new Harry Potter coffee mug.
“Sweet, I’ll put them with the rest.” He smiles.
“Ok, there’s one last gift, but it’s a big one.” You say looking at Presley. She smiles and gets up. She hands him a box and stands next to him. He looks up at her and then starts to open the box.
“Awe thanks honey.” He smiles as he sees a shirt that says, ‘Studied at Hogwarts’.
“There’s more.” She points at the box.
He looks down and picks up the stack of papers. He reads the first few lines and then looks up at her.
“Wait? Really?” He asks looking at her in disbelief.
“It’s time its official.” She shrugs.
“Oh my god.” He stood up and hugged her.
“Dad are you crying?” Presley asks, holding her dad.
“I’m allowed to cry.” He says holding her close.
“Mom are you crying too?” She asks you.
“Stop this is emotional.”
“I know.” She says.
“What is happening?” Karen asks.
“She asked me to adopt her.” Shawn says pulling away. “You asked me to adopt you.” He says to himself, running his fingers threw his hair.
You stare at him and get a flashback to the first time she called him Dad.
“Presley wanna know something.” You say looking at her.
“Sure.” She smiles.
“He did this the first night you called him Dad.”
“Oh yeah.” Shawn smiled.
“Yeah he liked freaked out, but in a good way. He kept repeating it to himself. Like he was trying to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.”
“That’s exactly what I was doing.” He nods. “That’s what I’m doing now. You just asked me to adopt you.”
“Yeah, and you haven’t…”
“Of course, Jesus Pres, you are my daughter. Now it will be official.”
“There’s one other thing.” She said. “It kind of involves all of you.” She says looking at his parents. You look at her confused.
“Oh?” Manny said standing up.
“I want to take your last name.” She says confidently.
“Really?” Shawn asks excited.
“Yeah, Mom has your last name, I mean of course. You guys are married. But like, I want to be a Mendes too. I just wanted to ask you all.”
“Oh honey, of course. You are already a Mendes.”
“It will just be official.” She smiles.
“When can we fill out the papers?” Shawn asks clapping his hands together.
Requested: My aunt passed away three years ago and she was my best friend in the whole world. Whenever I have bad days, I throw one of her old sweatshirts on and curl up in it because it’s giant on me. Could you maybe do an imagine where Shawn notices his gf is curled up in a sweatshirt that has the same meaning as mine, so he snuggles with her and makes her day better???
Its one of those days, those days where you miss your aunt so much that you feel like the hole in your heart from missing her is going to destroy you. One of those days where you want to collapse into yourself because you miss her so much and you don’t want to have to exist without her. One of those days where you want more than anything for her to just be here with you.
They say it is supposed to get better with time, but as time passes all you can think about is how she’s not here to see everything thats happening in your life. She would have liked Shawn, you’re sure of it. But that makes you even more sad because she passed away before you met Shawn, so she never got to meet him. She never got to tell you that you did good. Or tell Shawn that if he broke your heart that he’d have to answer to her. But you know she would have said both those things had she been around to say it.
You’re curled up on the couch, wearing your aunts sweatshirt. Its big on you, and you wear it whenever you miss her. It makes you feel closer to her. The front door slams, signaling that Shawn just arrived home. You wipe a few stray tears from your eyes, not wanting him to know you’ve been crying. “Y/n, are you home?” You hear Shawn’s voice float from the entryway, although you can’t see him yet. You don’t answer right away. You just want to sleep, and you don’t want Shawn to worry about you if he finds out you’re sad. So you close your eyes, and pretend to be asleep as you hear Shawn’s footsteps approaching.
You assume that Shawn will notice you’re asleep and probably go off to the kitchen to find himself food or something, but you’re startled when you feel his fingers gently thread through your hair. When his lips come into contact with your forehead, your eyes flutter open. “Hi baby,” He whispers, gazing down at you.
“How did you know I wasn’t sleeping?” You question, knowing Shawn would not have reacted that way had he believed you were actually sleeping.
“You’re wearing her sweatshirt, and theres still tear stains on your cheeks.” He explains solemnly before moving you slightly so he can sit down on the couch and pull you into his arms. He kisses you before puling you even closer, letting the comfort of his arms engulf you. You don’t respond, instead, you simply bury your face in his t-shirt, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. After a few minutes of your sniffling being the only sounds between to you, Shawn finally speaks, “Its okay to be sad, you know.” You just press yourself closer to him, and he responds by holding your tighter.
Sometimes there are no words that will make anything better. Sometimes its just having someone there with you that makes things better. And you still miss your aunt so much, but at least Shawn is here with you. It doesn’t make everything better, but it does make that hole you feel from missing her feel a little less like it’s about to break you in two and leave you crying on the ground.
After a few more moments of silence, Shawn suggests, “How about we have pizza and watch a movie?”
“I thought you were going out with Brian and Matt tonight, its boys night.” You respond, knowing that was what Shawn had planned for the night.
“My girl comes first. So pepperoni?” He questions, pulling out his phone and going through his contacts for your favorite pizza place nearby.
“Shawn, it’s fine. Just go, I promise I’ll be fine.”
“I’m not leaving. Stop trying to get rid of me babe. So pepperoni?”
“I’m not trying to get rid of you, I just don’t want you to cancel on Brian and Matt on such short notice.”
“They’ll live.” He responds. “I’m going to get pepperoni pizza.” He calls the pizza place before you can reply. He made a decision because you wouldn’t answer. He knows you love pepperoni pizza. “And those bread things you like, what are they called? Cheese br– Hi, can I place an order for delivery?” Shawn orders the pizza, and your favorite cheesy garlic bread bites.
When he finally hangs up the phone after placing the order and giving them the address, you lean up to kiss him, which he happily returns. “Thank you Shawn,” You’re so grateful for him and the way that he cares so much and knows just how to make your bad days better.
Harry wakes to chubby hands smacking his cheeks impatiently
and Ron’s snickers. Bringing his hands
to span Teddy’s ribs, Harry opens his sleep-blurred eyes and tickles his
godson’s belly. “Thanks for the wake up
Teddy grins and tips forward, placing a soggy, would-be kiss
on Harry’s jaw while Ron wanders over and slumps onto the foot of the bed. “Lad was getting bored and hungry.”
“Lad meaning you, Ronald Billius?” Harry grumps, rubbing his
eyes with one hand and feeling for his glasses with the other, hoping somehow
Teddy avoided crunching them beneath his knees as he crawled across the
Ron grabs Harry’s arm and slaps his spectacles into his palm
in a rather cavalier manner. “Don’t sass
me, Potter. I’m days away from becoming completely unhinged.”
Groaning – which
earns a giggle from Teddy – Harry blinks slowly as his lips twist into a
grimace. “Must you remind me of that – “
“Young ears and a growing vocabulary, dear Harry,” Ron cuts
in, patting Harry’s leg before loping toward the living area of Harry’s flat.
Turning his attention back to his young charge, Harry prods
Teddy’s belly and sighs, “Sometimes I entertain ideas of becoming a hermit.”
Teddy bounces and puts all his weight on Harry’s already
bruised ribs. “Ron said I’d get pizza if
I woke ya.”
i know robert’s birthday was months ago but it is my wife @inloveamateursatbest‘s birthday today so we’re all gonna pretend :)))
happy birthday my love, i hope you’ve had a good day and this makes you smile <3
Robert’s having a so-so birthday.
He has to work, because apparently Nicola doesn’t count “wanting to spend the day with my sexy husband” as a reason not to turn up. Though, if Robert were married to Jimmy, he wouldn’t either. He pouts and whines and moans, but it’s not like he’d trust her or Jimmy with the meetings on the books, especially the Stevenson account - the guy is gross with women and Robert might be a dick sometimes, but he’s not that guy.
Spending the day schmoozing clients when he could be still in bed with Aaron wrapped around him is bad enough, but it gets worse when he hits traffic on the M65 and ends up gridlocked. Wonderful.
Picking his phone up from the dash, Robert thumbs through to Aaron’s number.
“You home yet?”
“I wish,” Robert says, letting his frustration bleed through. There’s something about hearing Aaron’s voice that makes everything calmer. He wants to be home desperately, wants to be able to curl up with Aaron on their sofa, listen to Liv whining about her homework, and watching shit television until it’s time to go to bed.
(He hopes, vaguely, there are presents in there somewhere, but they’re not a necessity to the happiness of his evening.)
I stuffed some of the pretzel bites with garlic cheddar, and topped half of the normal ones with cinnamon sugar (well…pumpkin pie spice sugar, I didn’t have any cinnamon) and the other half with celery salt, and the smell is…interesting.
exhausted when he enters the house. The long day has left his body lethargic and
his mind muddled. He needs rest. And something to eat, too. That’s when he remembers.
into the kitchen, to the cupboard. His fingers itch with excitement, his mouth
watering with anticipation, as he reaches for the handle. He yanks the door
open, and out flows the bread, the garlic bread. It fills the kitchen – fills
the entire house – surrounding him like a sea of garlic bread. He bites into
one, and feels the overwhelming taste pervade him. Mmmmm, yes… Garlic bread.
Can we get max x reader who's a really shitty vampire? Like, is squeamish around blood, wants to see the sunrise and set, always trying to sneak a bite of garlic bread, etc? I just want some unimpressed max at all these shenanigans.
Oh btw: Nikki’s a werewolf, Neil is a half eagle child, and Max is a half gargoyle child
WARNING: Foul Language, Too many time skips
(Y/N) pulled her hand back from Max’s plate with a wince. Max shot her an unimpressed glare.
“You don’t want that. It’s shitty- and also, garlic bread. Idiot.” He said.
The vampire pouted, her fangs peaking out of the edge of her lips cutely. Nikki leaned over from Max’s other side.
“Can I have it!?” He asked, her tail wagging behind her excitedly.
Max rolled his eyes, pushing his tray towards her, and causing (Y/N) to make a sound in protest.
“You’re allergic to garlic- and Nikki can eat anything.” He said.
(Y/N) crossed her arms in a pout, and Max gave her a small, tired smile.
“Guy look what I found!”
(Y/N), Max, and Neil turned around to see Nikki with a twitching, bleeding, bird in her mouth. (Y/N) gagged.
“Nikki that’s disgusting! It’s bleeding everywhere!” She said, wincing at the sight.
Nikki tilted her head (in typical dog fashion) and walked closer, overing the bird to her as some sort of peace offering. (Y/N), in turn, took a step back and covered her mouth.
“You’re a vampire.” Said Neil, cringing at the smell wafting from the half dead creature in Nikki’s jaws. “Shouldn’t you like, enjoy this?”
(Y/N) gagged again. “That’s gross! I don’t have to drink blood if I don’t want to- I’m gonna throw up-”
Max sighed, pulling (Y/N) to the nearest trash can to make sure no ones clothes were ruined with vampire puke. She gladly excepted the gesture, hurling into the can with a few disgusted coughs. All the while Max gave her an unimpressed look. When she straightened, she gave him an incredulous look.
“What?” She asked.
(Y/N) yawned as she crouched behind David’s car on the edge of camp. Usually, camp was held at night, due to creatures like her attending, who couldn’t be out in daylight (That, and for Nikki, who could howl at the moon all she wanted while the camp was awake).
The sun was about to rise, and she was excited to see it. She’d been trying for a while, but had been stopped too many times to count. Now, she wrapped a blanket over herself like a cape to protect her from the sun, and she waited.
She heard another yawn, and looked up to see Max groggily making his way towards her.
“(Y/N)? What are you doing? The sun will be rising soon and it’s getting late- or, early.” He said.
“I’m gonna do it Max.” She said, smiling. “I’m gonna see the sunrise!”
He gave her an incredulous look. “(Y/N)-”
“I know!” She said, before he could finish his thought. “I’m a vampire! I’ll get hurt! But it’ll be totally worth it!” She said.
He sighed, running a hand dover his face before sitting down next to her. She gave him a curious look. He shrugged.
“If you can’t beat em’, join em’.” He said.
“It’s happening!” She said, sitting up and peaking over the edge of the car.
(Y/N) woke up roughly an hour later, because her hand had laid on a piece of the floor that was now lit with sunlight, and was on fire.
Max woke up, to a vampire freaking out while still attempting to stay in the shadow of the car.
Humming along to the tiny radio in the art room at the school, you poured different colour paints into the palettes, careful not to drip the blue into the yellow. Not that it really mattered since the kids would probably mix them anyway.
You wore a navy blue sundress, scattered with tiny daisies and a pair of sandals. Something comfortable especially since it was only getting hotter and you were spending more time outside.
A tiny knock was heard from the doorway and you whipped your head round to see Lucy standing there. She had a small sun hat on, her socks rolled to her ankles.
“Hi! Do you want to help me set up for art? I’ve got ten water cups that need filling…” You tempted her. She eagerly nodded and skipped over to the sink, starting to fill up the cups for the dirty paint brushes to get cleaned in.
Lucy still wasn’t aware of the multiple dates that you and Harry had shared yet. A few days after your cafe date, you invited him to your flat, sharing a takeaway together, films on the tv. It was lazy but amazing.
The two of you shared your first night together. It was full of kisses, close warm skin contact and giggles, a little intoxicated from the bottle of red wine you shared earlier.
Lucy was at her mother’s for her grandmothers birthday, so Harry was able to stay at your flat that night, his arms wrapped around you, your head laying on his chest.
The third date was a movie. It was rather cheesy and cliche but that didn’t stop you and even Harry (even though he denied it) from crying at the last scene. With two boxes of popcorn devoured, two slushies drank and a bag of pick’n’mix between you, Harry confessed his admiration of you. With a simple ‘I can’t get you off my mind, (Y/N).’, You brought him in for a sweet kiss, his lips cold from the blue raspberry slushie.
“Miss (Y/S/N)?” You looked round at Lucy to see her holding a water pot, small droplets falling on the floor where she had over filled them. “Should I put them by the paint?” You nodded at her and she got to work, carefully placing them by the palettes and paint brushes.
You did feel guilty that Lucy hadn’t been told about her father’s dating. This would be big news when she finds out her Dad is seeing another woman, even much so that the lady is her teaching assistant.
The art class went smoothly, one tantrum about a picture being ruined but the children left with smiles on their faces, and that’s all you could have hoped for.
You were sat on your sofa with Harry on Facetime to you. His hair was all over the place and his eyes droopy. Lucy had been put to bed an hour ago so Harry called you.
“Baby, go to bed. You look exhausted.” You tried to persuade him.He shook his head and tried to hide a yawn, his nostrils flaring as he did so. You giggled and he whined.
“Trust me I wanna, but you’re so beautiful and sleep ‘s for the weak.” His tone of voice changing dramatically as he sounded manly. Your heart skip a beat when he called you beautiful and a rosy tint found its way to your cheeks.
“So, I was thinkin’. Maybe you could come over for dinner tomorrow night?” Harry asked you. You immediately agreed with a nod of the head, a smile on your lips. “Good. I’m not one to brag but I am a pretty good chef…” He smugly smirked.
You rose an eyebrow. “Well, you better not disappoint then. I will be disappointed. May have to reconsider this whole thing.” Your hand actions referring to the two of you. He playfully winked at you.
“Also, Lucy will be here. ‘S my weekend and I think it’s time to tell her. Honestly, I think she has caught on.” Harry shrugged. Nerves hit you, of course they would hit you. This was Lucy. Lucy was Harry’s world.
“That’s fine with me. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“That you will. G’night, darling.” He lazily smiled. You returned it.
You were shitting yourself. The nerves had started to die down after the second date with Harry but this was meeting his daughter properly. Teaching her everyday had gone out of the window, this was completely different.
You decided to get a cab to Harry’s so you could have a drink. Your knee bounced and you exhaled loudly, fiddling with your bottom lip. You hadn’t been to Harry’s house yet but it was everything you imagined it would be. A town house in Primrose Hill took you surprise. It was bright white with a dark, black wooden door. However, it looked homely.
This was nothing like your tiny flat in Camden above a florists.
You paid the cab and climbed out, brushing your jeans as you stood outside the house, the butterflies in your stomach almost becoming unbearable. You took a deep breath and walked up to the front door, using the knocker.
You patiently waited for an answer and then the door opened, Harry coming into view. The nerves had relaxed a bit as Harry brought you into his arms, hugging you. You sighed in his arms, his scent warming you up.
“You look beautiful.” The night was relaxed. He didn’t bother dressing up, the two of you in jeans and a nice tops.
“Thank you, H. Does she know I’m coming?” You whispered, wary of Lucy being anywhere in the house. He reluctantly nodded and your eyes widened. “What?!”
He chuckled. “Hey, hey. It will be fine, I promise. Come on, let me get you a drink.” You looked at him for a moment before giving in, putting your bag by the coat stand, Lucy’s blue peacoat hanging next to (what you assumed) to be Harry’s expensive looking coat.
The house was magnificent. High ceilings with a grand chandelier hanging down in the hall. But as you said before, the house was homely. On the walls were Lucy’s art work. A few pieces you recognised from when you ran those classes.
It was clear that Harry took pride in Lucy’s work. It really warmed your heart that Harry had custody of Lucy. There were many pupils at the school who hardly ever saw their fathers.
“Hope you don’t mind spag bowl, it’s Lucy’s favourite.” He smiled over his shoulder at you. You shook your head and followed him into the grand, yet modern, kitchen.
“Well, that’s one thing we have in common.” You jokingly pointed out, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Harry frowned and walked over to you, carefully taking your face in his hands, brushing his thumb pad over your cheeks.
“Baby, you and Lucy have so much in common already. You don’t even know it. And she loves you. Maybe not as a mother but as a person, she loves you. I want you to be comfortable around us both.” His kind eyes danced between yours. You shyly nodded and his lips brushed against yours, your worries flying away. It was crazy how a kiss could relax you so much.
Harry pecked your lips before turning back to the wine cooler, picking a bottle of red for the both of you to accompany your spag bowls. The two glasses were filled and he took a seat to the side of you.
The kitchen was warm from the cooking but the back doors were wide ope, display the small yet immaculate garden. Harry was telling you a story about how he took Lucy out to get some new schools shoes when she skipped into the room.
“Daddy, where is m- Miss. (Y/S/N)?” You smiled at Lucy and waved slightly.
“Hi!” Her smile wide. “Why are you here?” She tilted her head to the side in confusion, her curly hair in bunches. You stammered and looked over at Harry for help. He winked before
patting his knee, Lucy walked over and climbed onto his lap.
“(Y/N) is staying for dinner if that’s okay?” He asked her
kindly. She smiled and nodded at you. “Okay, baby. We’re gonna have
spaghetti for dinner.”
“Yay! Garlic bread?” She excitedly asked him. Harry nodded and
kissed her cheek.
“Of course. I just need to start the pasta. How about you show
(Y/N) your English homework?” She nodded and climbed off his lap, running out
of the room. Once you heard her running up the stairs, you let out the biggest sigh of relief, Harry chuckling beside you.
He reached over and intertwined your fingers, bringing them to his lips.
“See? Everything will be fine. I promise.” He sincerely spoke, holding the back of your hand towards his lips. Lucy had returned to the kitchen a few minutes later with her homework and a coloured pen in her hand.
“We were trying to do this together for a while before you arrived but Lucy seems to be a bit stuck on task four.” Harry explained, Lucy nodding at you.
“Let’s have a look.” Lucy passed you the sheet and she sat next to you, swinging her legs underneath the breakfast bar. “Ah, this one is a bit tricky isn’t it?” She pouted and sighed.
“I don’t get it.”
You went on to explaining why places have capital letters and that Paris needs a capital P not a small p. It took a while and a lot of examples but she managed to finish the sheet, with a bit of help from you and occasionally Harry as he finished up cooking.
The three of you sat round the round dining table in the kitchen, a bowl of garlic bread and salad in the middle. Lucy had a glass of milk with hers whilst the two of you were on your second glass of wine.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Lucy smiled, tomato sauce around her lips. Harry blew her a kiss and looked up at you. You watched the two of them in awe. You knew that Harry was an amazing Father who did everything he could to make sure Lucy was happy.
He was right, Lucy must have had a tough year with her parents divorce. Divorce is hard for any child, any age.
“Mmm, you were right, Harry. This spag bowl is delicious.” You sighed in satisfaction. He shrugged and took a sip of his wine.
“Well, can’t take all the credit. ‘ts my mum’s recipe.” You smiled and went back to eating. The conversation was light but frequent. Lucy told us all about her day and it felt nice to hear it from a pupil. Your name popped up a few times in conversation almost as if she forgot you were sitting next to her. It didn’t bother you at all.
“So, Lucy, your dad told me that you love animals?” You asked her, taking a bite of garlic bread. She eagerly nodded and shifted so she was facing you entirely.
“I love giraffes! I have three toy giraffes!” She excitedly spoke. You copied her stance, facing her.
“Well, I was wondering whether you and Dad would like to go to see some giraffes soon?” Her jaw dropped. You giggled and so did Harry.
“Really? The zoo?!” You nodded and she squealed, her smile so bright it made you almost smile the same. She then turned to Harry.
“We get to see real giraffes?” He nodded.
“Does that sound fun? Me, you and (Y/N) go and see some giraffes?”
“Yes!” She jumped out of her seat and hugged Harry. He kissed her temple a few times before she escaped his grasp and surprisingly, giving you a hug.
“Thank you, (Y/N).” She whispered. You felt like you wanted to cry. This evening couldn’t have gone any better.
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”
After all finishing dinner and tidying up, all three of you settled on the sofa together. You were curled up against Harry’s side, his arm resting around your waist. Lucy was laying along the sofa, her head laying in Harry’s lap.
You had settled for a film that was age appropriate for Lucy which meant it wasn’t something that grasped yours or Harry’s attention, but you all watched it. Well, some of it. Lucy fell asleep roughly twenty minutes into the film leaving you and Harry watching some animated dragon getting trained.
“Thank you so much for tonight, H.” You whispered, cautious of waking up Lucy. You lifted your head of his shoulder and kissed his cheek tenderly. He warmly smiled and pecked your lips, his hand brushing your side. The both of you may have smelt like garlic and lips were stained with red wine, but that didn’t stop you from both sharing quick kisses and smiling at each other like idiots.
Airheads taffy Blow Pops Brach’s Cinnamon Hard Candy Brach’s Root Beer Barrels Brach’s Star Brites Chocolove Dark Chocolate bar Chocolove Cherries and Almonds Dark Chocolate Bar Chocolove Crystallized Ginger Dark Chocolate Bar Chocolove Orange Peel Dark Chocolate Bar Chocolove Raspberry Dark Chocolate bar Chick-o-Sticks Cry Babies Dots Dum-Dums Fruit By the Foot Hubba Bubba bubblegum Jolly Ranchers (lollipops and hard candy) Jujubees Jujyfruits Laffy Taffy Lemonheads Mambas Mary Janes (regular and peanut butter kisses) Panda Licorice Smarties (U.S. Brand) Sour Patch Kids Super Bubble Swedish Fish Sweet Tarts Zotz
Bremner Wafers Cracker Jacks Famous Amos Sandwich Cookies (Peanut Butter) Ferrara Wafer Swirls With Chocolate Fritos Grandma’s Peanut Butter Sandwich Cremes Hain Apple Cinnamon Rice Cakes Herr’s Salsa and Lime Tortilla Chips Keebler Animal Crackers Keebler Club Crackers Keebler Vienna Fingers Kettle White Popcorn Kool-Aid Gels Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies Lance Capitain’s Wafers Lance Choc-O Cookies Lance Peanut Bar Lance Sugar Wafers (Strawberry Creme) Lance Sugar Wafers (Vanilla Creme) Lay’s Blue Corn Chips Lay’s Potato Chips (Natural Country Barbecue) Lay’s Potato Chips (Thick Cut Sea Salt) Lay’s Stax Lay’s WOW! Potato Chips Lay’s Yellow Corn Chips Lundberg Brown Rice Cakes Manischewitz Whole Wheat Matzo, Unsalted Matzo, and Savory Garlic Matzo Melba Toast (Rye) Melba Toast (Sesame) Melba Toast (Wheat) Microwave popcorn (minus the real butter flavor) Mission Foods Pre-Cut Unfried Tortilla Chips and Strips Mission Foods Pre-Fried Tortilla Chips and Strips Munchos Murray Southern Kitchen Iced Oatmeal Cookies Nabisco Ginger Snaps Nabisco Original Graham Crackers Nabisco Spiced Cinnamon Cookies Nabisco Teddy Grahams (Chocolate and Cinnamon) New York Flatbreads (Everything and Garlic) Nutter Butter Bites Peanuts, sunflower seeds, almonds, cashews, and Pistachios Pretzels Quaker Apple Cinnamon Rice Cakes Ritz Regular Crackers Ritz Roasted Vegetable Crackers Salsa Snyder’s Pretzel Chips (Garden Veggie) Snyder’s Pretzel Sticks (Pumpernickel/Onion) Soy Crisps (Barbecue, Deep Sea Salt, Garlic Onion, Salt and Vinegar, and Apple Cinnamon Crunch flavor) Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos Stacy’s Pita Chips (Baked, Cinnamon Sugar, Pesto and Sundried Tomato, Taxarkana Hot, and Tuscan Herb) Sun Chips Original flavor SunSpire Organic Dark Chocolate Almonds Toasteds Crackers (Sesame and Wheat) Tostitos Bite Size Rounds Tortilla Chips Tostitos Blue Corn Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips Tostitos Crispy Rounds Tortilla Chips Tostitos Dipping Strips! Tortilla Chips Tostitos Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips Tostitos Scoops Tortilla Chips Baked Tostitos Scoops Tortilla Chips Tostitos Multigrain Tortilla Chips Tostitos Natural Blue Corn Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips Tostitos Natural Yellow Corn Restaurant Style Tortilla Chips Town House Original Crackers Trail mix Triscuits Wasa Crispbread (Multi-Grain) Wheat Thins (Original, Multi-Grain, Reduced Fat, and Sundried Tomato and Basil) Zesta Original Crackers
Arnold Premium Seasoned Stuffing Betty Crocker Bac-o’s Bacon Flavor Bits Brianna’s French Dressing Brianna’s Poppy Seed Dressing Brianna’s Santa Fe Blend Dressing Campbell’s Franco-American Mushroom Gravy Classico Pasta Sauces (Roasted Garlic) Classico Pasta Sauces (Spicy Red Pepper) Dona Maria Mole El Paso Enchilada Sauce Girard’s Champagne Dressing Girard’s Italian Dressing Girard’s Original French Dressing Girard’s Raspberry Dressing Hunt’s Manwich Sauce Kame Marinades (Red Chili) Kame Marinades (Sweet Teriyaki) Kame Marinades (Thai Coconut) Kame Marinades (Wasabi With Ginger) Kellogg’s Corn Flakes Crumbs Knorr Red Bell Pepper Pesto Sauce Mix Kraft Balsamic Dressing Kraft Catalina Dressing Kraft Classic Italian Vinaigrette Dressing Kraft Creamy Italian Dressing Kraft Fat-Free Italian Dressing Kraft French Dressing Kraft French Fries Seasoning Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Onion) Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Onion Mushroom) Lipton Recipe Soup and Dip Mix (Vegetable) McCormick Bac’n Pieces McCormick Spaghetti Sauce Mix Newman’s Light Balsamic Dressing Newman’s Light Italian Dressing Newman’s Light Raspberry and Walnut Dressing Newman’s Olive Oil and Vinegar Dressing Newman’s Red Wine Vinaigrette and Olive Oil Dressing Newman’s Regular Balsamic Dressing Old El Paso Taco Seasoning Mix Peanut Butter & Co. White Chocolate Wonderful Pepperidge Farms Cubed Herb Seasoned Stuffing Prego Mushroom Pasta Sauce Ragu Pizza Sauce
Arnold’s Carb-Counting Multi-Grain Bread Arnold’s Jewish Rye Bread Arnold’s Potato Sandwich Rolls Arnold’s Sesame Sandwich Rolls Arnold’s Stone Ground Whole Wheat Bread Arnold’s Wheat Sandwich Rolls Cobblestone Mill Hoagie Rolls Cobblestone Mill Jewish Rye Bread Cobblestone Mill Kaiser Rolls Cobblestone Mill Onion Rolls Cobblestone Mill Party Rolls Cobblestone Mill Pumpernickel Bread Cobblestone Mill White Sub Rolls Cobblestone Mill Whole Wheat Bread Dutch Country Soft Potato Dutch Country Whole Wheat Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies (Apple) Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies (Cherry) Krispy Kreme Fruit Pies (Peach) Kroger Bread Little Debbie Cake Donuts Pepperidge Farm Dark Pumpernickel Bread Pepperidge Farm Rye and Pumpernickel Swirl Bread Thomas New York Style Bagels (Blueberry) Thomas New York Style Bagels (Cinnamon Swirl) Thomas New York Style Bagels (Everything) Thomas New York Style Bagels (Plain) Thomas Toaster Bagels (Cinnamon Raisin) Thomas Toaster Bagels (Plain)
Refrigerated and Frozen Foods
Anne’s Flat Dumplings Athens Phyllo Dough Athens Phyllo Mini Shells Calaro Guacamole Edy’s No-Sugar Bars Edy’s Whole Fruit Bars Fleischmann’s Light Margarine Food Lion French Fries Food Lion Hash Browns Food Lion Restaurant Fries Food Lion Seasoned Curly Fries Food Lion Shoe String Fries Food Lion Steak Fries General Mills Italian-Style Vegetables General Mills Roasted Potatoes With Garlic and Herbs Luigi’s Italian Ice Minute Maid Frozen Lemonade Bars Mrs. Smith’s Deep Dish Pie Crust Pepperidge Farm Puff Pastry Sheets Pepperidge Farm Puff Pastry Shells Pillsbury Cornbread Twists Pillsbury Turnover (Apple) Pillsbury Turnover (Cherry) Piñata Flour Tortillas Safeway Whipped Cream (Canned) Simply Potatoes Diced Potato With Onion Simply Potatoes New Potato Wedges Simply Potatoes Shredded Hash Browns Smart Squeeze Fat-Free Margarine Smuckers Uncrustables Peanut Butter and Grape Jelly Smuckers Uncrustables Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jam SuperPretzel Baked Soft Pretzels
“If it’s a family meeting, then why are we having the Friar’s here too?”
“Andy,” Farkle sighed with a trace of a hidden smile on his face. “Sometimes you are too smart for your own good.” Andy beamed with pride and stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth through a gap from a lost tooth.
“I’m hungry,” Ethan whined under his breath. His eyes trained on the giant bowl of pasta in front of him that he had been instructed not to touch until their guests had arrived. “Can’t I just have a few bites? They practically all live here anyways.”
“Ethan Gordon Minkus if you so much as touch a noodle on your plate-”
Riley was cut off by the sound of the doorbell, followed by the thunder of multiple feet against the floor. Austin was the first of the Friar kids to burst into the kitchen and say hello to his pseudo cousins. He was followed by Maddie who ran directly to hug Andy, despite the fact that they had seen each other at school only a few hours before. Noah was the last child to enter, carrying Lottie on his back. A pair of very frazzled looking parents followed their children.
“I told them to wait after we rang the bell,” Lucas groaned. “They clearly didn’t listen.”
“Clearly.” Maya rolled her eyes and walked over to give Riley a big hug. “They’re monsters, I swear.”
“I heard that, mommy.” Austin looked up at his mother with a frown on his face.
Maya leaned down and ruffled Austin’s hair much to his disapproval. “Big eared monsters with no manners!”
Riley smirked at her best friend. “Remind you of anyone?”
“Can we eat yet?” Ethan yelled over the side conversations between children and adults. “If I don’t eat now I think I might explode!”
Farkle laughed and nodded. “Alright everyone, dig in!”
Friday night family feast had become a Friar-Minkus tradition long before any of the kids were born. The two families took turns hosting a dinner of some sort every other Friday night. As each child was born, the table at both houses grew bigger and more food needed to be bought. Somehow, every feast always resulted in at least one day of leftovers, not that anyone was complaining about it. This tradition was one that both families cherished and hoped to keep up for a long time to come.
“So what’s this about a meeting?” Noah asked with a mouth full of spaghetti. Maddie hit his leg under the table at the same exact time that Lucas groaned “we raised savages” to his wife.
“Are we going to Disney again?” Lottie asked hopefully.
“No, we aren’t going to Disney. Sorry Lot.” Lottie frowned a bit at Farkle, but he continued anyway. “Have you guys all enjoyed modeling a bit for me?”
Andy and Maddie looked at each other with big smiles on their face, nodding vigorously. “It’s been so much fun dad!”
“Yeah! Are we gonna be able to do more shoots?”
Farkle smiled at their response. “Hopefully you girls will be doing a lot more shoots.”
“It’s been pretty cool,” Noah agreed. “The girls at school think I’m really cool because I’m a model now.“
"Me too!” Ethan agreed with a giant bite of garlic bread almost falling from his mouth. “Lacy Bartley told me that chicks totally dig guys who model.”
Riley rolled her eyes and looked at the twins for their answer. “How bout you Aus and Lottie? Have you guys had fun?”
“Yeah!” The said simultaneously. Sometimes they were creepy with the whole “twin telepathy” thing.
“So you would all agree if I asked to take you on an adventure for some shoots?”
“You mean like your family adventures?” Maddie asked.
“Bigger,” Lucas smiled.
“A bigger adventure than that time we stole Peter Pan’s shadow and held it ransom for Andy’s lost tooth back?” Ethan asked with wide eyes.
“Isn’t it the tooth fairy who takes your teeth?” Noah asked confused by the younger boy’s logic.
“Yeah,” Ethan agreed. “But she lives with all the other fairies in pixie hallow so Pan just had to ask her for it.”
“Bigger than that Eth.” Riley smiled adoringly at her son and his wild imagination. “That was a great adventure though.”
“Some pretty important people have seen the pictures I’ve taken of all of you,” Farkle explained. “They loved the pictures, but they said that it was the kids that made them truly special. I’ve gotten a job offer pretty far away that would be pretty hard to turn down.”
“You’re going to move away from us?” Maddie asked in distress. “You can’t all move away!”
“Calm down Mads,” Maya interrupted her. “Let Farkle finish.”
“Well as I said they really loved the kids in the pictures. They asked me to move far away and take the kids with me to do some bigger shoots.”
All six of the kids stared at the four parents in confusion. None of them were comprehending what was being thrown at them right now.
“How long would we be gone?” Noah asked skeptically.
“That’s the thing,” Lucas looked at the adults. “We aren’t sure. This could be a very temporary thing, or it could be a permanent thing. It’s all based on what happens when we get there.”
“And where is ‘there’ exactly?” Andy asked.
“Los Angeles, California,” Riley beamed.
The realization hit the four older kids at once, but the twins didn’t understand what was so great about LA.
“That’s where they make all of the movies like Captain America and Tangled,” Maya whispered in their direction. It didn’t take long before they were just as excited as the older ones.
“Are you serious mom?” Ethan asked, still skeptical of their parents. “You’re not playing a trick on us, are you?”
“No trick,” Lucas held his hand over his heart. “I promise bud.”
“This is so amazing!” Maddie shrieked to Andy. “We could be world famous models! You could be the Kendall to my Gigi!”
“Think of all of the beaches and the warmth,” Noah put his hands behind his head as if he were relaxing in the sun. “Sure beats the snowy winters here.”
“Well,” Farkle interrupted the kids and their excitement. “Thats the thing. We don’t know how well this is going to work out, so we are going to keep our houses here in New York too.”
“So we can still be close to Grandma Pangers and Grandpa Cory?” Lottie asked softly.
“Exactly.” Lucas leaned down next to him and kissed the top of her head gently. “They can also come see us any time they want.”
“This is the coolest thing ever dad,” Andy grinned. “I can’t wait!”
“Good,” Riley laughed. “Because we are leaving next week.”
“Get ready LA,” Noah smirked. “The Friar and Minkus families are coming for ya!”
Some friends and I took a trip out to Long Island this weekend for a brewery/winery tour. While we planned out where we would be drinking, we left our eating options to chance. Along the way, we found a number of little local gems, like Howard’s Cafe in Patchogue…
Located in a strip mall near Blue Point Brewing Co., Howard’s is a quaint cafe with a long burger list, house special sandwiches, and a few seafood and pasta options. I went with one of those house specials, Howard’s roast pork sandwich…
Served on garlic bread with melted mozzarella and au jus, I picked a winner!
The sesame hero roll was freshly-baked, flaky on the outside and fluffy on the inside, the juicy pork had been lightly fried to crisp it up just a bit, and the garlic made each bite pop.
And here’s the other thing about Howard’s, every single one of their burgers, sandwiches and entrees come with a bowl of salad, a side of your choice (I got the house made steak fries) and a pitcher of Bud or Bud Light or carafe of house wine! And they kept refilling our pitchers!!
“What time is it?” I groaned, tugging the blanket towards myself.
“Who cares?” Calum answered, pulling the blanket to his side and leaving me uncovered.
“Hey,” I yelped, “I’m cold.”
“Then come here,” he offered with a lazy smile. I crawled over and snuggled next to him as he wrapped the comforter around us.
“We should get up.”
Calum and I continued to lay there in sort of a half-sleep state until his growling stomach began driving both of us mad.
“I’m starvinggg,” he whined.
“Yeah, so I hear,” I added, poking his stomach.
“We should get…pizza,” he laughed childishly.
“For breakfast?” I questioned, finally sitting up and rubbing my groggy eyes.
“Seeing as it’s nearly one in the afternoon, I think we can call it lunch.”
“Is it really? Wow, I haven’t slept in this long in years.”
“Welllll, you had a really long night,” he winked. I blushed and rolled my eyes before hopping out of bed and tugging on his arm.
“Come on,” I groaned, “just migrate to the couch. I don’t want pizza crumbs in bed.” Calum begrudgingly rid himself of the blanket and latched on to me as we walked into the living room. I dropped him off at the sofa and began to walk away when he firmly tugged me back, making me fall into his lap.
“Don’t go,” he mumbled, face covered by my hair.
“Don’t you want me to order the pizza?” I laughed, clearing his face. He sighed dramatically and hesitantly released me.
“Yes, sir,” I teased. “What do you want on it?
“Everything,” he said seriously. “And garlic bread. And extra cheese. And some of those pepper packet thingys. Don’t they also have chicken wings?”
“I think I can make chicken wings happen for you,” I answered, dialing the number.
“I’m going to run it off later,” he explained, more to himself than me. I proceeded to order way too much food for just the two of us and then returned to the couch.
“Our feast shall arrive in thirty minutes or less,” I announced, laying on the couch and resting my head in his lap.
“Thank you,” Calum said, placing a kiss on my forehead. We flipped through all the channels about three times before the delivery man rang the bell.
“Thank God,” we said in unison, jumping up and heading to the door. I grabbed the food and tipped the driver while Calum got plates and drinks. We dove right in, both of us irrationally hungry for having done nothing all morning.
“Ow,” Calum shouted, dropping a hot pepperoni onto his bare thigh. I couldn’t help but laugh as he continued to keep eating while trying to sooth the mild discomfort on his leg.
“You look so sexy right now,” I joked, taking a bite of garlic bread.
“Says the one with pizza sauce on her face,” he scoffed. I caught sight of us in the mirror hanging on the corridor wall and only laughed harder. We looked a proper mess: ruffled hair, mismatched pajamas, pale, just-woken faces. He grabbed a napkin and wiped my face before laughing himself. “I think this would make for a good picture to post.”
He whipped out his phone and took a picture of me eyeing the mountain of food before us with extreme excitement. “I think it’s safe to caption it ‘food coma,’” he said, patting his stomach. I nodded slowly, mildly regretting how much food I had just consumed. We returned to the couch, both of us sprawled out on opposite side, occasionally brushing hands. Calum turned on a game while I scrolled through things on my phone.
“I can’t believe we wasted the whole day,” I sighed.
“Hey,” he began, “I don’t consider a day spent with you a waste.” I smiled and scooted closer to him letting his arm enclose around me. “I think we earned a day like this, just you and me.”
“And the pizza guy,” I reminded him.
“Of course,” he laughed, “where would we be without the pizza guy?”
“You’re right though. We should do this more often.” Calum stuck out his pinky and waited for me to do the same.
“Once day every month shall be dedicated to sleeping in, being lazy, and eating massive amounts of pizza. Deal?”
-1 chicken breast -1 onion -1 glove garlic -½ a fresh pepper (Can add a whole one if you like) -1/3 cup tomato paste -½ can crushed tomatoes, or just buy 1 fresh tomato and crush it yourself.
Chop up the chicken breast, pepper, garlic, and onion into bite-sized pieces.
Put some oil in a big pan or a pot that you can easily use a spatula in, and put it over medium heat. Throw in the chopped up chicken breast, browning it. Once browned, add in the pepper, garlic, and onion for a minute. Put in the tomato paste and crushed tomato, along with any spices you wish to add, and cover. Stir it every once in a while, but leave it on for at least 45 minutes if not an hour. Serve.
Note: One good thing about this dish is that it tastes better the longer it’s cooked, making it good for reheating. Cook up a large amount of this, then put it in containers for easy dinners for the rest of the week. Another advantage is that it’s filling and good for you.
Add some zesty citrus flavor to your party snacks with these pretzel bites! In this recipe, garlic powder and lime zest are baked into tender bite-size pieces of soft pretzel. They are finished off with a glaze of rich butter and a sprinkle of garlic lime salt. Be sure to set some aside for yourself because they will disappear as soon as they hit the table.
SERVINGS: 8 to 10
TIME TO TABLE: 30 minute prep + rise time, 20 minutes baking.
INGREDIENTS: 1 ½ cups warm water (105 to 110 degrees F) 1 packet active dry yeast (2 ¼ teaspoons) 1 tablespoon sugar 4 cups unbleached, all-purpose flour 3 tablespoons + 1 ½ tablespoons unsalted butter, melted Zest of 1 Paramount Citrus lime 1 teaspoon garlic powder ½ teaspoon fine ground sea salt Olive oil
3 quarts water ½ cup baking soda
Salt Zest of 1 Paramount Citrus lime 1 tablespoon fine ground sea salt ¼ teaspoon garlic powder
1. Stir together the warm water, yeast and sugar in a small bowl. Let sit until the yeast blooms, about 5 minutes.
2. Add the flour to the bowl of a mixer fitted with the dough hook attachment. Pour in the yeast. Turn to low and then medium to mix the dough. Scrape the sides of the bowl as needed.
3. Add the 3 tablespoons of butter and continue to mix until all ingredients are combined. Mix in the zest of 1 lime, 1 teaspoon garlic powder and ½ teaspoon of salt. Turn the dough out onto a floured surface and knead 2 to 3 minutes until smooth. Form into a ball. Coat the inside of the mixing bowl with olive oil. Set the dough in the bowl, cover with a dish towel and let rise for 1 hour, until doubled in size.
4. Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. Bring the water and the baking soda to a boil in a large pot.
5. In a small bowl, stir together the zest of 1 lime, 1 tablespoon of salt and ¼ teaspoon of garlic powder.
6. Punch down the dough. Knead, reshape it into a ball and cut it into 4 equal pieces. Roll each piece into a log 14 to 16 inches long. Use a pastry cutter or a knife to cut the logs into small pieces, about ½ to 1 inch wide.
7. Working in batches, use a slotted spoon to drop the dough pieces into the boiling water. Cook for 30 seconds, remove with a slotted spoon and transfer to a greased baking sheet or a baking sheet lined with a silicone mat.
8. Arrange the pretzel bites on the baking sheet. They can be close together, but should not be touching. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes, until golden brown.
9. Remove from the oven and brush evenly with the remaining 1 ½ tablespoons of melted butter. Sprinkle the garlic lime salt over the pretzel bites and serve.