just melting the cheese

Writing daily-life stuff in Japan: Food

Considering how much fanfiction gets written set in Japan. I thought I might just share some daily life details that may or may not be useful. 

This comes from my own experiences of living in a bicultural household and living in the country for about a month every year of my life. Admittedly, I’ve only lived in a deep rural area and visited cities, but some of the pointers will still be relevant.

The first thing that come to mind when you’re trying to describe another place is to get to grips with the food culture.You know the saying, ‘To know a people, know the food that they’d willingly consume’? So, for this post, I’m going to talk about food details.

1. Food that you might have in the fridge: Old rice if you made rice in bulk + various rice toppings. Think of rice as the bread, and the fridge being full of the spreads you could put on it. 

Pickles: Might not be so popular with the younger generation, but if they live with their parents, there will bound to be at least one kind of pickle in the fridge, because there are speciality pickles for almost every prefecture and you cannot escape them. In the same way as spreads, they usually taste very strong and its rare to eat them as they are, unless they’re just that tasty and you like pickles that much (think of somebody eating peanut butter with a spoon straight out of the jar). You would eat pickles with white rice. Here are three examples: Umeboshi - pickled plum, and it is sour and very salty! You can suck on stone for minutes afterwards, just savouring the salt taste. Usually one plum is sufficient for one bowl of rice. Takuwan - a smelly, giant horseradish pickle, which might look a bit yellow with age. When you see giant horseradishes drying in the sun around the back of the house, this is probably what they’re going to be made into. Rakkyo - little pickled onions. 

Other toppings: Shirasu - tiny little white fish, each fish is about two centimetres long, and you sprinkle (or heap them, if you really like them) over rice. Delicious. Again, may not be popular with the younger generations who have grown up accustomed to more Western flavours.  Gohandesuyo - seaweed paste in a jar. It’s salty like Marmite and like Marmite the name of the food is the name of the brand. You put a tablespoon or so on one bowl of rice. 

Spring onions. We are never out of spring onions. Ever. Chopped up fine.

Sauces: Soy sauce, mirin, su (rice wine vinegar), yakiniku sauce (sauce specifically for yakiniku), mayonnaise, yakisoba sauce, ketchup, mustard in a tube, wasabi in a tube.

A tub of miso: of which there are red and white variants, and there is constant family clash over which tastes better!

If the household eats bread, you’re more likely to get a vegetable oil spread than butter. I think a few years ago there was a butter shortage. It was just too expensive to buy or not on the shelves, but there were so many different brands of vegetable spread made from different flower seeds! 

Egg is a fridge staple. If you’re in doubt and you need a quick breakfast or lunch, you could crack an egg raw over hot rice, spritz a dash of soy sauce on top, shovel it down and go.

Natto - fermented beans, its sticky and when you pull it apart it stretches with sticky web-like strands just like melted cheese. It’s famously an acquired taste but I love it on rice, in curry and in miso soup. Sold in wee cups, with sachets of sauce and mustard.

Also in the pantry: Katsuobushi - tuna flakes, often used to make tuna stock; Stick dashi - powdered stock, usually seaweed or tuna; wakame - seaweed; ginger; taka no tsume - dried hot chilli peppers, prettily named ‘hawk talons’; sesame seeds; sesame oil. Furikake - literally, ‘sprinkles’ for rice, when you have no other option. Maybe tofu. Panko for frying things. Golden curry roux blocks. Cream stew insta-kits.

Instant foods: Cup ramen, cup noodles, instant ramen, instant yakisoba, freeze-dried instant soups, instant corn soup.

The primary oil used for cooking is so-called ‘salad oil’: I don’t actually know what it’s made of, but it’s a vegetable oil of some kind.

2. Where I might buy food: Supermarkets for the fruit, veg, meat and fish, but for the best read-made fare, drinks and snack foods (kashi pan, onigiri, yoghurt, and depending on where you go there might be salads and bentos), you would head to a 24/7 open convenience store (e.g. Seven-Eleven, Lawsons’), where they also might do hot steamed pork buns and, lately, really good coffee to go. If you want to buy somebody a nice cake or box of tea-time sweets as an omiyage you might go to the basement floor of a department store. 

Vending machines - there is a vending machine everywhere. I am not kidding. Even in the deep countryside, I found a couple of vending machines up a mountain which smelled as if they had been scent-marked by raccoon dogs and bears. And at these vending machines, you can not only buy cold juice, but several different kinds of hot and cold Japanese teas, a very sweet milk tea, several different brands of hot and cold coffees, corn soup, potato chowder, hot shiruko (a sweet azuki drink), hot chocolate, hot and cold lemon…You’d honestly never go thirsty.

For sushi, we’d call up a sushi restaurant. The same goes for ramen. Unless you’re using an instant ramen kit, making ramen broth is hard. The tonkotsu variant is pretty much impossible at home. Likewise, you just can’t make good sushi at home. It’s not really a family meal or something that can be casually made. Typically sushi is brought out for celebrations or special occasions as it can be quite pricey but conveyor belt sushi places are more accessible.  

3. Bread: You will find white bread (fluffy, gorgeous, pillowy white bread, that’s basically like cake) but it’s really difficult to find brown bread. In the rural supermarket, it was non-existent and for bread with a crust, you’d have to go to the little street-corner artisan bakeries.

On the topic of bread and kashipan, I’ve often seen references in fanfiction of characters baking kashipan for each other, or kashipan just like their grandmother made it (e.g. anpan, melonpan, creampan). As much I like the sentiment behind these scenes, I’m not saying they’re impossible, but in most cases they are a little jarring. 

Our grandmother’s generation were not bakers. Most of the houses that our grandmothers grew up in did not have ovens, since Japan doesn’t have a tradition of domestic baking, and even now, a lot of houses still don’t have ovens aside from a nifty little oven toaster, Cakes and kashipan were seen as Western and trendy luxuries to be eaten at cafes (a Western import in itself) or bought from specialist shops which had the equipment to make them. They weren’t ‘casual home-cooking’ so to speak, even if the history of the anpan and the castella date pretty far back into the past now. 

Even now, unless you are a massive kashipan fanatic and dessert-making enthusiast, you probably wouldn’t bake a tray of kashipan at home when you could buy them perfectly made from a nearby convenience store. 

Having said that, I have tried making anpan in an oven toaster. I made six, since that was all that could fit on the little toaster tray. They were each about 6cm in diameters, and my grandmother complained that it was a waste of perfectly good azuki. 

You can, if you’re really into dessert making, make lots of things in an oven toaster, but if you’re looking to make something sentimental just like your grandmother made them, mochi might be a better option (e.g. warabimochi or ohagi), or maybe since sweet things historically tended to be more often bought from a specialist than made at home, quote a favourite wagashi that grandmother might have enjoyed from a particular shop e.g. the anko dama and imo youkan from Funawa; the chestnut manju from the shop by the station.   

4. Omiyage: If you go away on a trip and you’re inconveniencing work colleagues with your absence (which you are), this is the souvenir that you buy to take back and share at your work place, often a food item, so boxes of sweets are often packaged in such a way that the sweets inside are individually wrapped for ease of splitting distribution. 

This is also the word used for the gifts you bring back for family, either when you’re visiting relatives and you know that you will be encroaching upon their hospitality, potentially inconveniencing them, or if you’re coming back to the family and, in a way, again, it’s to make up for any inconveniences that might have been caused by absence  -although largely for family, it’s also about the joy of giving to those you care about!

Likewise, students who go away on holiday on a trip might bring back omiyage for fellow members of their club, if they’re involved in club activities. If you think of club activities as training children up for work place social structure and customs, it makes some sense. 

Not omiyage but an example of gift-giving, but if you move into a new neighbourhood, it’s usually expected that you visit your neighbours and take round gifts, as a gesture of courtesy and goodwill. There is, again, an element of asking forgiveness for inconvenience, because moving into the new home would have made a lot of noise and possibly caused a disturbance. 

With omiyage in mind, each prefecture tends to advertise certain foods/sweets that are ‘unique’ to it that would make suitable omiyage. A famous example would be ‘Tokyo Banana’ and anything matcha from the Uji area in Kyoto. 

5. Food is seasonal: Japan is hyperconscious of its seasons, so the fridge will likely contain seasonal fruits and veg. In a lot of Japanese poems, it was traditional to include a ‘kigo’, a word that encodes a season to set the poem in without explicitly saying ‘It is winter’, and some fruits are kigo. The persimmon is a kigo for autumn, peaches and cherries and plums for spring, and more recently the watermelon is a definite kigo for summer! Seasonal fruits also make good gifts for visiting friends’ houses, especially if you’re bringing them back from the countryside after visiting relatives. 

Autumn’s a great time for food. Now is the time when all of the mushrooms are coming out - shiitake, matsutake, enoki, shimeji - and they’re dried and preserved for the year. People who cook might have dried shiitake in the pantry for rehydrating and eating or using in stock. 

Foreign brands, aware of the seasonal sensitivity of their Japanese, often produce Japan only seasonal limited products. My favourite example of this is the Haagen-Daaz flavours. One autumn there was a pumpkin and cinnamon, and I’m pretty sure I saw a cherry blossom latte at Starbucks.

6. Food you might see at festival stalls: Taiyaki - fish-shaped pastries made with a pancake-like batter and filled with custard or azuki. Yakisoba - fried noodles. Yakitori - chicken skewers. Takoyaki - octopus batter balls. Hot dogs…With a shout-out to very rare diversity my local festival had a Turkish kebab stall last year. Kakikoori for the summer festivals - sweet ice, with typical syrups being red, green and yellow (strawberry, melon and lemon flavours respectively).

 …..and that’s enough for now I think. (21/9/2016)

Sausage Queso Dip

Author: Natasha of NatashasKitchen.com

1 lb ground pork sausage (make sure it says “sausage”)
8 oz cream cheese, (no need to soften)
2 cans (10 oz each) of Rotel brand diced tomatoes & green chilies
15 oz can of corn, drained
8 oz medium cheddar cheese, shredded

Garnish for Queso Dip:

1 roma tomato, diced
1 Tbsp chives or geen onion, finely chopped
Instructions

In a large dry pot or deep skillet over med/high heat, brown sausage (10-12 min), breaking it apart with your spatula (the sausage releases enough oil to grease the pan). When browned, remove excess grease by pushing a paper towel around the pan with spatula until fully saturated then discard.

Cut cream cheese into pieces and stir it into browned pork until melted and incorporated.

Add 2 cans un-drained Rotel tomatoes, 15 oz can drained corn, and 8 oz shredded cheddar (reserve some cheddar to garnish the top if desired). Cook over med heat, stirring occasionally just until bubbly and cheese is melted. Remove from heat, garnish with fresh tomatoes, reserved cheddar and chopped chives. Serve with tortilla chips.

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Why are you ordering Dominos? You live in a city that has real pizza.

Yeah, real shitty, unreliable pizza :P

Most Chicago pizza is either deep dish, which is just a giant overpriced chunk of half-melted cheese in a pie crust, or thin crust, which is watery tomato sauce on a cracker. Any given pizza place will, at least half the time, deliver you a pizza that is not cooked in the middle, or is burned. Chicago pizza is almost uniformly terrible. 

I have theories about why, but they mostly boil down to the fact that a lot of urban centers have tons of bad pizza because making good pizza is actually quite difficult. Chicago just gets around that by having an undeserved reputation for good pizza.  

I don’t actually order Domino’s all that much, but at least when I do I know that I’ll get a properly cooked pizza that doesn’t taste like the scrapings off the bottom of the oven after a better pizza was just cooked in it. Plus if I’m eating shitty pizza from Domino’s or Sarpino’s at least I’m only paying shitty pizza prices for it. 

DON’T GET ME STARTED ON CHICAGO’S DREADFUL PIZZA. :D 

The Sex Sandwich

Okay so that title might not be precisely right for everyone, but that’s what it means to me so ANYWAY HERE WE GO.

This is a recipe for grilled cheese in honor of National Grilled Cheese Day! I know, I know: we all know how to make grilled cheese, or at least how to look it up, but my grilled cheese has gotten me laid before. I’m not even joking. So I figured I’d share my recipe/technique!

Ingredients:
- 2 slices white bread
- extra virgin olive oil
- your cheese of choice. I go with sharp or extra sharp cheddar because I like my cheese strong.

Instructions:
Heat a frying pan to a medium-low heat. You don’t want it too hot because then the bread will burn before the cheese can melt. While the pan is heating up, take the olive oil and spread it on one side of each bread slice. Place one slice in the pan, oil side down. Put the cheese on the bread and cover with the other slice, oil side up. Let the cheese melt just enough to keep the bottom slice from slipping when you flip it. The bread should be toasted to a golden brown color. Cook the other side to the same color and remove from heat.

Let cool for ~30 seconds, and eat!

Magical attributes to this sandwich can be anything you wish! You can draw sigils in the olive oil before you cook it, use the cheese as a binding agent to cement things you wish to come to pass, or do what I do and use the heat of the cooking to heat up your relationship with someone ;D

Happy cooking!

Quiero que Link coma del pan de Ghibli con el queso derretido. Ya que Link va a cocinar quiero pan, y pizza. ¡¡¡¡Sólo quiero Masaaaaa!!!!

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  • Dazai: Atsushi-kun! Name the God of Cheese~!
  • Atsushi: ..does someone like that even exist? I mean if they do it's most probably the cheese go-
  • Dazai: Cheesus.

He plops her on the bed, smiles when she giggles before going towards the button of her jeans, “Harry!” she squeaks, but he’s already working to tug them off of her legs, while simultaneously trying to pull off his own. “I thought we were cuddling, you sex fiend.”

Harry rolls his eyes, “We are,”  he says, working them the rest of the way off before taking the hem of her shirt between his fingertips, “But what’s the point of cuddling if we aren’t at least partly naked? Makes it more intimate that way.”

“More intimate?” Y/N repeats, and Harry grins at her, nodding quick and getting her in just a bra and panties.

“Correct!” he chirps.

or

Harry and Y/N just love each other a lot (ft. a friend’s wedding) 

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What Cogs You Should Fight (In Real Life)
  • -> SELLBOTS <-
  • Cold Caller: They're probably like maybe 5 feet tall, but they can throw fire at you. Otherwise they're kind of weak. Fight this dude.
  • Telemarketer: They're a literal tree branch. Fight them. Do it. Use them as firewood if you want, I don't care.
  • Name Dropper: Fighting Name Dropper is conflicting — don't bring any money or valuable items because they WILL steal your shit and then shame you for not taking care of your teeth. But if you can stand having stuff taken and dental insult, then do it. Fight Name Dropper.
  • Glad Hander: Don't let them touch you and you'll be fine. Beat these nerds up.
  • Mover & Shaker: Like Telemarketer, they're literal sticks, but they can be titan sized so maybe don't fight these things if you get motion sickness.
  • Two-Face: Bring earmuffs if you want to live.
  • The Mingler: Don't say anything to them and you should be a-okay.
  • Mr. Hollywood: THEY'RE SO TALL WHY DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT THIS PROBABLY BUFF WEIRD ROBOT WITH SUNS FOR TEETH DON'T FIGHT MR. HOLLYWOODS IN REAL LIFE...
  • The VP: no oh my god what the hell are you doing do you want to dIE HE IS A LITERAL SENTIENT TANK MAN DO NOT FIGHT THE SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT OF SALES IN REAL LIFE
  • -> CASHBOTS <-
  • Short Change: Steal their money. Do it. It'll be funny and also you'll win. They might even cry too.
  • Penny Pincher: Distract them with crabs. Pinch pinch pinch
  • Tightwad: Just stick gum wads to them. It works a lot.
  • Bean Counter: Spill small objects everywhere. They'll be too distracted to even see you so make a run for it because these beanpoles aren't even worth your time.
  • Number Cruncher: AVOID THE FACE
  • Money Bags: Like. Their eyes are on top of their head pretty much. Aim them at the sun and you'll be good.
  • Loan Shark: Like Cruncher, avoid their mouths. But like, don't fight them? They didn't do a lot wrong. Don't fight Loan Shark, they're sad enough.
  • Robber Baron: Beat this piece of shit up he deserves it. Even more fun, get Lil Oldman to join you. Then you can fight TWO pieces of shit.
  • CFO: HE'S A MONEY TANK DON'T FIGHT THE CFO IN REAL LIFE
  • -> LAWBOTS <-
  • Bottomfeeder: Do it. But fight them somewhere clean, because like, trash only makes them stronger.
  • Bloodsucker: I guess? If you wanna fight a robot vampire lawyer that lives off your bad luck, go ahead.
  • Double Talker: Absolutely. Punch them in all 2 faces. More faces to punch, more weakness.
  • Ambulance Chaser: If you can stop them from running away, sure.
  • Back Stabber: Bring a gun, they won't expect it. Nobody brings knives to a gunfight, right? Absolutely.
  • Spin Doctor: Destroy them, they're really shitty DJs and also probably got their degree from Mayo Clinic. Fight Spin Doctor.
  • Legal Eagle: Have you ever wanted to punch a buff robot furry? Well now you can. Beware the beak and talons though. Fight Legal Eagle.
  • Big Wig: Wears a wig, just tug on it and they'll go ballistic. Fight Big Wig.
  • CJ: He's made fun of by some toons for being blind, please give him a break.
  • -> BOSSBOTS <-
  • Flunky: They already have a hard enough time doing their job, why would you want to fight a Flunky.
  • Pencil Pusher: Fight a giant sentient pencil. Fight Pencil Pusher.
  • Yesman: YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
  • Micromanager: You can like. Just step on them. Don't fight Micromanager, you're OP. They're probably just small babies in a suit.
  • Downsizer: Don't fight Downsizer. He'll shrink you until Micromanager can step on you.
  • Head Hunter: are you out of your mind don't fight this monstrosity with a tiny head and gIANT ARMS
  • Corporate Raider: DO NOT FIGHT CORPORATE RAIDER THEYRE LITERAL PIRATES DO NOT FIGHT A ROBOT BUSINESS PIRATE
  • The Big Cheese: Just eat nachos or something with melted cheese, it will unsettle them enough to make them forfeit.
  • CEO: again, no

Twenty Minute Turkey Nachos~*

Ingredients:

  • 1 lb. ground turkey
  • One Onion, or Frozen, Pre-chopped Onion
  • ½ Bag Spinach
  • Tortilla Chips
  • One packet taco seasoning
  • Extra Sharp Cheddar Cheese, or Whatever Cheese You Want
  • Cilantro (Optional)
  • Salsa (Optional)

Tools:

  • 1 Pan
  • 2 Oven Safe Containers (Glass, Silicon, Etc)
  • Knife & Cutting Board (Unless you buy pre-chopped, frozen onions)
  • Cheese Grater (Unless you buy shredded cheese)
  • Spatula

Instructions

  1. Start sautéing your turkey on medium heat in a medium-sized pan. Break apart any clumps with your spatula. The turkey should cook through and brown in ten minutes or less. 
  2. When your turkey is cooked, add chopped onion and ½ bag spinach leaves. Then, stir in seasoning according to directions on packet.
  3. Turn the temperature on your burner to low. While these ingredients are simmering, line the bottom of your two oven safe containers with tortilla chips. 
  4. Turn on your oven to broil and set temperature to 500 degrees Fahrenheit.
  5. Take your turkey, onion, and spinach mixture and pour over tortilla chips in both of your containers. 
  6. Grate your desired amount of cheese over the turkey, onions, and chips. (Or, if you have pre-shredded cheese, sprinkle as much as you want!)
  7. Place both containers in the oven for about 5 minutes, just long enough for the cheese to melt and get a little bubbly.
  8. Remove both containers from the oven and sprinkle with fresh cilantro leaves if you so choose!
  9. Serve with toppings of your choice: salsa, sour cream (or plain Greek yogurt is a great alternative!), pickled jalapeños, or whatever else you like!

This recipe is easily adapted to accommodate no chopping of ingredients, and takes less than a half hour start to finish. This recipe is already gluten free, and you can make it vegetarian by replacing the turkey with soy crumbles. It can even be made vegan and dairy free by further replacing the cheese with a vegan cheese alternative, such as Daiya shredded cheese substitute. The ground turkey is a lighter option to beef, and the spinach is a great way to incorporate more nutrition. 

And that’s it! Enjoy! <3

Basketball is the one the Touchdowns, Right?

Well my basketball team lost miserably tonight so I thought something good should come out of it. 

Show: Supergirl

Couple: Sanvers, of course!


Alex doesn’t know anything about sports.

She had always been more interested in books and science. And Kara wasn’t allowed to play because Eliza was scared Kara would accidentally hulk out on the other kids.

But Alex loved Maggie and Maggie loved basketball.

So when their two month anniversary came around, Alex decided to get Maggie tickets for the National City Lions game. Well, actually Winn got them for her because Alex didn’t even know what a good seat would be.

“I was able to get two rows back from the sideline,” Winn said as he handed them to Alex at work one day. He had a huge, accomplished smile on his face so Alex guessed that was good.

That night, Alex let herself into Maggie’s apartment and began cooking dinner before Maggie got home from work. She was making steak and potatoes, Maggie’s favorite.

When Maggie walked in, the first thing she noticed was her sexy girlfriend (of course), turned around at the stove, a giant, goofy smile on her face. Then she noticed the giant bouquet of flowers placed neatly into a glass vase in the middle of her island counter.

“What’s this?” Maggie asked, filled with so much happiness, she thought her heart might explode. She could get used to walking in on this.

Maggie walked over to Alex and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck, a wide, dimpled smile on her face.

Alex loved the way that Maggie showed all her emotion through her eyes. They were like reading deep into Maggie’s soul and Alex could get lost in the pages forever.

“Happy two month anniversary!” Alex said, waving her arms up in the air in excitement.

“Oh, Danvers, you never cease to amaze me,” Maggie said, giving her girlfriend a gentle kiss.

“You should read the card on the flowers,” Alex hinted.

One eyebrow raised in curiosity, Maggie walked over to the flowers and plucked the little envelope off the stand in the middle of the bouquet. She opened the envelope, but instead of a card, two folded pieces of paper came out and landed on the table. Maggie picked them up and opened them and when she saw what they said, her eyes opened wide in excitement.

“Are you serious?!” Maggie was elated. She had never gotten such a thoughtful and incredible present. “Do you know how good these seats are? Alex, please tell me you didn’t spend a fortune on these!”

It filled Alex to know she could make Maggie that happy. She would pay anything to see her girlfriend this excited. “Winn knows computer things and got them discounted. I don’t really know how,” she chuckled.

Maggie ran to her girlfriend and jumped into her arms, wrapping her legs around Alex. Alex caught her girlfriend and they immediately connected lips, tongues dueling in a fervent battle as Alex stumbled backward until she was against the kitchen table. She reached backward and knocked off the table places she had set. She let Maggie fall down against her until they were both lying on the table. And needless to say, the steak was very well done that night.

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anonymous asked:

Good vegan cheese to use for pizza and for eggplant parmesan? Those are pretty common staples in our house that I'd like to veganize.

Sounds like a great plan. If you’re just looking for melting cheese, violife and daiya both melt well on pizzas. For parmesan, I’d recommend making your own as I’ve yet to come across one as good as the one you can make using this very simple recipe; it’s also far cheaper.

Royal Flush: Part 1

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2014

Summary: After much convincing you agree to attend your friend Tony’s party, only to be rendered speechless by a new guest, the Prince of Wakanda. 

Authors Note: There will be a part 2… possibly a part 3, but this is only a small drabble. This was created as a personal gift to @imhereforbvcky seeing as I deprived her of her T’Challa loving fic with First Spark: An Aftershocks Prequel. If you do not already follow her, you should, she is not only a fabulous friend and support system, but a phenomenal writer, seriously though, go read I’ll Be Good or any of her writings (Masterlist). She’ll rip your heart out and make you squeal with joy all in one fell swoop. Anyway, my dear A, here is the T’Challa drabble you deserve. 

@heismyhunter

Originally posted by caps-bucky


I’m going to kill Tony, was the only thought going through your head as you appraise your appearance in the long mirror. Your longtime friend and employer was adamant about your attendance of his party tonight. He had spent weeks convincing you to come and this morning he had sent over a dress just for the occasion.

He cannot be serious! You tug at the tight fabric, the black silk clinging to your every curve as the bodice puts your breasts on display. You yank a little bit at the lower half, trying to close the elegant slit that ran all the way up your thigh. You would normally never wear anything so exposing, but you had to admit, you did look like a knock out.

You hear the car honk outside as you grab your dark red lipstick, carefully tracing your lips with it before placing it in your clutch. You fluff your hair once more, nodding at yourself in the mirror before walking out the front door to meet the car.

You arrive at Stark tower to a party in full swing, as you walk down the stairs from the elevator, you are acutely aware of the multiple eyes that track your movements. You immediately feel self-conscious of the skin tight dress putting your body on display until you see Tony pushing through the crowd to meet you at the bottom of the steps.

“Wow, you look even better than I’d hoped. That dress! Do I know how to pick ‘em or what?” “If by pick ‘em, you mean force me to squeeze my body in a skin tight dress and put myself on display, then yes Anthony, I suppose you can pick ‘em.” You roll your eyes at his smile as he wraps his arm around your waist, placing a light kiss to your temple as he leads you to the bar.

“Well maybe if we get some liquor past those red lips you might relax and realize what a smoke show you are!” Tony teases you, his hand guiding you forward towards his team.  The Avengers, of course! Walking, talking, perfect examples of human specimens, and here I am in all my awkward glory.

You catch the eye of none other than Mr. Patriotism himself, causing him to choke on his drink slightly as Tony leads you over to the group. “Captain, Falcon! You remember my friend Y/N, don’t you?”

Captain Rogers inclines his head to you stiffly, eyes staying locked on yours as he resists the urge to glance down at your flawless cleavage, propped up perfectly by your tight dress. “It’s great to see you again, Y/N. I hope you’ve been well?” You smile at the Captain, “Well enough, it’s good to see you too Cap. Sam,” You smile turning to the second man.

Sam was slightly less tactful then Steve, his eyes devouring your form, taking in every inch of your well-shaped curves. “Hey Y/N… You look… Wow, you look incredible.” You smile thanking him for his compliment.

“Like, real good! I mean seriously, why don’t you dress like this all the time instead of those cardigans you always got…” Steve nudges Sam hard in the ribs, reminding him of his constant habit of unfiltered comments.

You smiled, slightly annoyed at the comment, hiding your eye roll behind a laugh, “Because I dress professionally Sam… You know… Because I’m a professional.” You stress the word, reminding Sam of the tact he was lacking. Sam seemed to catch on, glancing away awkwardly, “A drink! We were getting you a drink!” Tony interrupts leaning in towards the bar and motioning to the bartender.

“Old Fashion, please.” You say quickly, as the bartender inclines his head to you. “Make that two.” A deep voice speaks behind you, a smooth accent painting his rich tone. “Prince T’Challa!” Tony exclaims, as you turn around, your eyes falling on the owner of the voice.

Your eyes flick up his tall form, noting the perfect tailoring of his dark suit. A silver tie knotted neatly under his throat. Your eyes finally fall on his face, noticing the thickness of his lips when he splits them in a dazzling smile as he inclines his head to Tony, acknowledging his host and shaking his hand.

You watch T’Challa, his moves smooth and controlled as he greets your friend, your stomach knots as his eyes flick to you. You smile nervously, aware of your blank thoughts as your eyes lock onto his. He moves towards you, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to think of something to say as he approaches.

He reaches past you, without a word, retrieving the two old fashions from the bar, delicately handing you your glass before clinking his own against it. “Impilo,” He smiles, raising his glass to his lips, his eyes never moving from yours. “Cheers,” you respond, mimicking his movement. You take a long sip, feeling the whiskey burning your throat, bringing thoughts back into your head.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” You smile, raising your hand to the Prince, he takes it in his, but instead of shaking it, he leans his head down, and brushes his soft lips against your knuckles, making your stomach jump at the contact, as Steve and Sam raise their eyebrows beside you, not missing the intimacy of the introduction. “An absolute pleasure, Miss Y/L/N. You may call me T’Challa.”

You beam at his allowance of the familiarity of his first name, smiling graciously at him as he releases your hand, “Your highness, I promise the pleasure is all mine.” You smirk slightly, tossing your hair effortlessly as he grins at your response, your flirting clear in your tone. You suddenly feel Steve and Sam’s eyebrow raise now directed at you. “Really?” Sam sighs, as Steve nudges him in the ribs once more.

“Pepper!” Tony exclaims suddenly, “Prince T’Challa, I’ve been meaning for the two of you to meet, will you come with me?” he asks, making to direct T’Challa towards Pepper and some of the other executives of the company. “Excuse me,” T’Challa inclines his head slightly to you. Tony leads him away towards Pepper, his head turning back for his eyes to fall on you once more, your heart skipping when his smile flashes at you.

“What the hell was that!?” Sam quickly interrupts your gaze as you watch T’Challa walk away. “What do you mean?” You grin slightly as you raise your glass to your lips once more, “You’re kidding right? Or were you not present for that interaction of aggressive subtext.” Steve asks, bumping his elbow against yours, insistently.

“Oh god. If Cap was able to see the subtext then there’s no way you could have missed it. So Y/N,” Sam starts, smiling slightly at Steve, “Are you gonna go get some fondue with T’Challa.” “Oh god dammit, not this again! How do you even know about that!? What is it written in Shield’s training manual or something!?” Steve turns on Sam exasperatedly, as you flag down the bartender for another drink.

“Ok, but seriously Cap, how did you not know that fondue is just melted cheese.” Sam scoffs, taking a sip of his drink as the bartender delivers you a fresh one. You pick it up, sipping from it quickly, to dull the argument of the two men in front of you. “If you were there you would have asked too, for god sake there was all this subtext, just like there was just now.” Steve huffs back, his eyes falling to yours once more.

“Right. So… What was that about?” Sam insists, eyebrows raising towards you once more, following Steve and turning his attention to you again. You raise your drink to your lips, postponing your response, “I have absolutely no idea.” You smile slightly, your heart quickening as you think back through the interaction.

“Really?” Steve’s eyebrows rise so high that they threaten to meld with his hair. “Really.” You smile innocently, “But I definitely want it to happen again.” You smile, raising the glass to your lips to hide the coy smile breaking across your face. “You… uh… you what?” Steve stutters, clearly uncomfortable with your response.

“Oh calm down Cap, the girl is allowed a night on the town with a Prince, let her have a Cinderella story if she wants it.” Tony teases, returning to your group once more. Your eyes glance around the room, looking for where T’Challa had moved to. You quickly spot him, engrossed in conversation with a group of suited men, his charisma allowing him to charm the group with ease.

“I’m not saying that she isn’t allowed, I’m just saying that we don’t really know the guy, she shouldn’t get ahead of herself, I mean can we even trust him? Who is he really?” Steve sputters, defenses rising, “He’s a Prince Steve, I’m pretty sure that’s transparent enough. It’s kinda hard to be a royal serial killer. I agree with Tony, let the lady have her fun.” Sam interjects, arguing with Steve.

Their bickering and the heavy amount of whiskey suddenly make the room feel hot and constrictive. “Well!” You huff, turning back to the group of men before you, “As thrilling as it is to listen to the three of you debate what I can and cannot do, I feel the sudden need for a breath of fresh air.” You smile as they look bashfully at you, realizing their rudeness.

“Please excuse me boys” you smile, snapping a sarcastic salute towards them as you turn and saunter towards the empty balcony, your hips swaying seductively as you easily make your way through the crowd. You step out into the cool night air, closing your eyes as you inhale slowly, relishing in the feeling of the cold air filling your lungs.

You walk towards the edge of the balcony, resting your forearms on the railing as you lean forward, drink held loosely in your grasp as you gaze out over the city. You breathe deeply once more, your back bending slightly as you lean onto the railing, your hips pushing out behind you creating a striking silhouette as you press the cool glass to your lips.

You shiver at the burn of the whiskey as it conflicts with the cold air licking at your skin, hearing the balcony door open behind you, you to turn your head slightly causing your hair to fall forward over your shoulder. Assuming it to be one of the men you had recently walked away from, you hold your position, hoping that they would get the message of your disinterest in continuing the conversation.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you…” T’Challa’s voice causes your body to tense as you freeze, willing yourself not to jump at his presence, wishing your heart wasn’t beating so quickly in your chest. “Not at all,” You turn, smiling sweetly at him as he comes to stand beside you, leaning against the railing, looking out into the city.

“A lucky man, Mr. Stark…” T’Challa starts, his eyes examining the city as you look up at him. “He has a beautiful home, a lovely girlfriend,” he looks down to you smiling, “and enchanting friends.” “Thank… Thank you.” You blush at his compliment, your head spinning with his words.

Your gaze turns back to the city as you try to regain control of your emotions, slightly embarrassed by the effect that T’Challa has on you. “You know, Y/N,” Your heart skips at the sound of your name, his thick accent wrapping around every syllable before purposefully delivering it “Stark asked me if I’d be willing to stay for a few days, to help him with a new technology… Yet, I was not entirely sure I would.”

He looks at you, his attention focused intently on your face, your eyes remain focused on the illuminated landscape before you, listening intently to his words, secretly hoping that he will agree to Starks offer. “However,” he continues, “I must admit… after meeting you, I think I will accept his proposal.” Your heart skips a beat.

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Is there anyone who doesn’t like pizza? There is just something about melted globs of cheese sitting on some herbed tomato sauce, which at times can literally make us drool. For many people, pizza is a true comfort food. A food which conjures up many good memories. If you are of a certain age, you well remember the joy of going into a local cafe or creamery and buying a slice of pizza. There was something about that pizza which made it special.

Today, we live in a world of “chic” and so-called “gourmet” pizzas. Nothing wrong with that. As the adage goes, “variety is the spice of life.” Sometimes, however, you want to relish the past and this is where Diner Style Pizza comes into play. It is a simple pizza but it is far from a routine cheese pizza. It is the pizza of America’s flavorful past and… it’s easy to make!

So what made the Diner Style Pizza so special. Two things. First, the crust. It was slightly sweetened and contained olive oil. Then there was the sauce. A simple tomato sauce which was laden with Italian herbs (dried, always dried herbs). In the recipe, I will share both the crust recipe and the sauce.

When it comes to the toppings, you can add whatever you like but to be an authentic Diner Style Pizza, it must only be cheese. The factual cheese combination is mozzarella and cheddar and that is it.

So, get ready to enjoy a slice of true Americana!

DINER STYLE PIZZA (makes 1 pizza)

Ingredients to make Diner Styler Pizza:

Crust:

1 2/3 cups all-purpose flour
1 Tbs. sugar
1 tsp. yeast
2/3 cup water
2 tsp. olive oil
1 tsp. salt

Steps:

1) In a large bowl, whisk the flour, sugar and yeast to combine.
2) Stir in the water, olive oil and salt to make a dough.
3) Place the dough onto a floured surface and knead 5 minutes. It will be a little wetter than you might be used to but this is what you want. If too wet, add a little more flour while kneading.
4) Place the dough back into the bowl and let it rise 2 hours in a warm area.
5) Remove the dough to a floured surface and knead a few minutes.
6) Form the dough into your pizza crust, place on a large baking sheet (or pizza stone) and set aside.
7) Pre-heat your oven to 500 degrees while you make the sauce.

Topping:

1 8 ounce can tomato sauce
1 Tbs, olive oil
½ tsp. dried oregano, crumbled
½ tsp. sugar
¼ tsp. salt
¼ tsp. red pepper flakes
¼ tsp. ground black pepper
½ tsp. garlic powder
¼ tsp. onion powder
1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese
1 cup shredded Mozzarella cheese

Steps:

1) In a medium bowl, whisk the tomato sauce, olive oil, herbs and spices.
2) Ladle (or spoon) the sauce atop the pizza dough, spreading it out to the ends of the crust.
3) In a large bowl, combine the Cheddar and Mozzarella cheeses.
4) Sprinkle the cheese mixture over the tomato sauce.
5) Place into the oven and bake 12-15 minutes (depending on the thickness of your crust).
6) Remove from the oven, slice and enjoy a taste of the America’s past.

tcrtarus  asked:

allegra, think of this. freshly cooked grilled cheese that just melts in your mouth, after cutting it in half and watching the cheese string apart. it's warm and crispy and it's tastes amazing and buttery during cold hours. CUPCAKES JUST CRUMBLE OKAY

yuki i swear you’re making my mouth water and i’m so torn i hate you and @jilys for doing this to me

Jealous (Jack G)

Word Count: 400+

Jack and I just arrived to Sammy’s cookout when Sammy invited me into the kitchen. I didn’t know why and neither did Jack, but I trusted him since we were basically best friends. We were always hanging out and I don’t know how Jack felt about it, but I think he was starting to get jealous. Jack watched as I entered the kitchen from the backyard. “I need help with these burgers and I’d figured I’d ask you and you could give me credit.” Sammy said, embarrassed.
“Sammy, you have to be kidding me. They’re burgers. You put them in a pan, season them, and flip them a few times until they’re done.” I laughed.
“Y/N, please. I tried making some earlier and it just wasn’t working. They kept falling apart and the cheese melted all over the place and I don’t even know which seasoning to use.” He looked at me, “Please.”
I shook my head and chuckled, “I guess, Sammy, but you owe me one. Like those really, really good chocolate desserts you make. Yes, those are amazing. Almost as amazing as my cooking in general.”
He smiled and hugged me, “Of course.” He said as he kissed my cheek.
“So,” I said as I put a couple burgers in a pan, “I think Jack is a bit jealous of how much we hang out.”
“He shouldn’t be, I mean, we’re literally just friends. No feelings whatsoever. Maybe a little hots because let’s face it, you’re hot, but everybody knows that.”
Jack walked in the kitchen, “Can I have my girlfriend back now?”
“Listen, dude. I’m sorry if we come off as thinking we like each other, but we don’t. We’re just best friends.” Sammy tried explaining.
“Yes, I’m sure. You guys literally hang out every day, it could be all day or twenty minutes. Either way, you see each other at least once a day, it’s annoying.”
“Baby, I love you. I love Sammy, too, but as a best friend. You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”
He looked at me and sighed, “Okay.” He smiled and walked over to me, whispering in my ear, “Just wait until we get home.” He smirked and walked back outside as I felt the blood rush to my face.
I turned around and started seasoning the burgers thinking about what would happen later on that day.

Bed Socks (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky spends the night at your place after getting beat up so he returns the favour.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst (a tiny bit), cringey sentences

Word Count: 2475 (wowza)

A/N: Idk if anyone actually reads this shit but if any of y’all wanna leave a request I’m so 100% open to that.
P.S 2 imagines in 2 days after being MIA for like a month, impressive
P.P.S for an account with Tony Stark in the username, I sure write a hell of a lot of Bucky imagines. But let me know if you want a Tony one idk

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It was raining outside. You always loved the rain. It was an excuse to wear your pajamas all day and cozy up in your room with tea and a good book, or folder of your next assignment.
Your body still hurt, bruises from being tossed about on your last mission. A large gash across your stomach that was still tender but healing. It had been stitched up a few days ago and didn’t bleed at all any more.
You, donning an ancient Blondie t-shirt of your dad’s that fell to mid-thigh and a pair of fuzzy grey bed socks, padded your way to the kitchen. You jumped, clutching your chest when you saw a large man standing by your open fridge. He turned at your squeal. You took a second to calm down. You’d forgotten that Bucky had spent the night on your couch after receiving a blow to the head that almost knocked him out cold.

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