I need a cooking show where the contestants are tasked with recreating fictional dishes
“Make this dish that showed up in that anime one time - it looks like this and it’s slightly spicy. This is all we know” *shows big picture on a screen*
“Your task today is to make a health potion. It should be able to stay preserved for a week in room temperature, at least. But it’s not like we can really check that on a 1 hour show. Still, keep it in mind”
and then the old man who lives alone with two dogs and a cat wins, and the gamer and the anime nerd look at him in horror whispering “how…” to themselves
Piper and Annabeth talking and the topic of their boys cooking comes up and pipers like “yah Jason’s pretty hot when he cooks” and Annabeth has flashbacks to Percy wearing a revolting blue apron and those ugly fish oven mitts and she’s just like “Percy’s can be hot sometimes I guess”
cute date idea: i sleep over and you wake up to the sound of me baking brownies and singing along to the radio in the morning. i’m wearing your t-shirt, which looks like a dress on me. we dance and cook together, stopping only to smear brownie batter on each other’s faces and look at each other with love and laughter in our eyes. this is happiness.
“The more I did so [spent time reading Poirot stories], the more the little man entranced me. There were so many foibles, so many little habits that some people found hard to understand, so many mannerisms - his need for order, his dislike for the country, his determination to carry a silver ‘Turnip’ pocket watch wherever he went. Each was as idiosyncratic as the next, and each was fascinating. [..] I started to write my private list of Poirot’s habits and character. I called it my 'dossier of characteristics’. It ended up five pages long and detailed ninety-three different aspects of his life. I have the list to this day - in fact, I carried it around on the set with me throughout all my years as Poirot, just as I gave a copy to every director I worked with on a Poirot film.” - David Suchet, Poirot and Me
I am but a passive observer. I do not interfere, I find joy just from watching people.
You moved into this house I dwell in about over a year ago. You came in, professional movers following behind you, eyes bright and cheeks high in a smile. You seemed like you were ready to wrestle a bear and win. You started barking orders to the movers where to put your furniture and which decoration goes where. I watched from the shadows, despite having the ability to appear invisible to human eyes (hiding in the shadows uses less energy for me), and studied all the new stuff you brought in with you. What they were made of, estimating their age, and how much heart was put into making said object, I saw them all.
It would appear that you moved alone, for I saw no one else moving in with you. Your first house, congratulations. I am glad that you chose this old little house; I tried to keep it well-maintained while no one was living in it. You started your early days in this house with a lot of vigor and passion, you were so ready to make a future that you will be proud of, I heard you talk to yourself about your future plans and in silence, I wished you the best of luck.