serving utensil

anonymous asked:

USE THE SELF SERVE BAR UTENSILS AND NOT YOUR GOD DAMN HANDS! I wish I take a ruler and smack people's hands every time I see it happen! And just today a grown woman did it! I can understand when kids do it, because they don't know any better, so I'll tell them not to and the parents will also tell them not to... but when a grown ass woman with her own kid does it... UGH! It just makes me mad!

A Clean Plate

“Magnus? What are you doing here?”

Magnus froze. He must have forgotten to cast a warning spell for anyone coming towards him, and he could curse himself for it now. Luckily, it seems like the person who caught him was his own darling Alexander. He quickly pulled his hand back from the vertical row of stacked plates resting on the counter in the Institute kitchen.

“Oh! I was just looking for a glass of water, you know how thirsty enforcing the wards can make me,” Magnus said in a breezy tone.

“Couldn’t you just summon a glass of water…?” Alec asked, confusion written all over his face. “And you were just… stroking the edges of the plates.”

Magnus laughed, “stroking the plates? Oh, you young people- is that slang for something?”

Alec raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Fine,” Magnus said resignedly, “a long time ago, when The Accords were still being written I was invited to an Institute to help. They served us food, and drink- but after it was over they threw out every single item that had been touched by “dirty Downworlder” flesh… So now, when I find myself unaccompanied in an Institute, a rarity I assure you… I…”

“You touch the plates,” Alec said with understanding in his voice.  

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Mercy

Pairing: Sam X Female!Reader

Summary: Inspired by Shawn Mendes “Mercy”. Reader and Sam served together in Afghanistan when fate brings them together again stateside can they make it work?

Word Count: 4933

Warnings: Take place after Winter Soldier, but before Civil War. Talking about the army, doctor/surgeon, blood, PTSD, alcohol, hangovers, cursing, Steve being a little shit, smut because this piece wrote itself and needed it, HYDRA, getting shot, refusing to take painkillers, being an obnoxious patient.

You’d been trained as an army medic, and had served your country. That was where you had met Sam Wilson. He had done a lot of rescues and would bring people to you for medical attention. Never needing the care himself, but he would stick around to help out if you needed him. He was cool under pressure and followed orders well. Sometimes, you could use all the hands you could get, and the medical tent was already understaffed and overworked as it was.

Sam had a tendency to say the worst possible thing at high-stress times. It was a defense mechanic, and you enjoyed the morbid humor. Sam got back to the States before you did, your medical abilities were needed and you had signed on for another six months, about a month before Sam was being phased out. You’d still been overseas when SHIELD had fallen.

When you finally phased out, you had had a tough time. You’d opted for a job in a hospital, where you could still help people. But it wasn’t the same as field surgery. Hospitals were black and white, and you had been living in the gray zone for so long. You expected to see blood and wreckage around every corner, and that wasn’t the way things were. You had started to think about joining a PTSD group, but it was hard to find one that you could make with your schedule at the hospital.

You finally found a group, that would fit into your schedule and tried to talk yourself into going. It wound up being a month before you actually attended a meeting, and you were glad you did. You’d been in the back, head down, when you heard his voice. You kept your head down for a little longer, listening to him speak and letting the others tell their stories. You would have to speak eventually, but not this time. The room quickly emptied out, and you walked up to him.

“Well, if it isn’t a ghost from my past.” Sam chuckled, and you smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m finally back stateside. Did you wanna get a coffee? Today’s my off day.” You explain, he looked really good. He must have been working out, or gotten a personal trainer. Sam nodded at this.

“Come on, I know this place. They make the best espressos.” He said, and led you outside and continued walking. He stopped in front of a house and pulled out the key. You chuckled, of course, he would think he had the best coffee. He opened the door and gestured you inside. The place was decorated in a way that was blatantly Sam, and you chuckled.

“Been back here for over a year, and you’re telling me that you’re still single?” You teased, as Sam started to make the espresso he had promised you. He shot you a pointed glare, but you knew there was no venom in it. “Well, I don’t know if you looked me up, but I’ve been busy with more important things,” Sam said, ever the cocky one.

“I’ve heard some rumors, Falcon.” You said, you still had some contacts and knew more than an ordinary civilian would. The two of you had passed hours together, without realizing how much time had passed. It was easy to talk and catch up. You’d had to leave because you needed to sleep before your shift, which could easily wind up lasting over 24 hours. You and Sam had exchanged numbers before you had left, with promises to hang out again.

The next day at work was easier, and your shift was over before you knew it. You were exhausted and starving, and just wanted to get some food, bundle up under a blanket and watch tv. You’d called and ordered some takeout before you had changed out of your scrubs, so that way it would be ready.

You walked into the food place and gave your name for the order. The man behind the counter went to check on your food. Movement flashed in the corner of your eye, and you turned to track it. “Twice in two days, Wilson.” You said, “If I didn’t believe in fate, I’d say it was something trying to tell us something.” You continued, and Sam chuckled with you. “You got plans for that food?” He asked you, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Is that jealousy, Wilson?” You asked with a chuckled. “Nah, I’m not even sure I’m going to eat it. I’m exhausted.” You answer seriously, and that’s when you see Sam realize your words are true. The man comes back to the counter with your food, and also Sam’s food. Just another coincidence in the series that had lead you to this moment. Before you could get your wallet out, Sam had paid for both orders of food and you glared at him.

“Come on, (Y/L/N), think of this as payment for all those lives you helped me save.” He said, grabbing the bags of food and leaving the shop. You grumble but follow him outside, into the crisp winter air. “Where’d you park?” Sam asked and you shook your head. Your apartment, the hospital, and this takeout place were within comfortable walking distance. In fact, you could see your apartment building from here.

“I live over there.” You pointed to the building, you knew how easy it could be to fall into unhealthy patterns working in the hospital and had opted for walking to try and ward that off. Sam gestured for you to lead the way, and you did. Stopping to open the lobby door, before holding it open for Sam. You took the stairs to the sixth floor, and unlocked the door to your apartment.

“And just how long did you say you had been stateside for?” Sam asked when he saw your apartment. It was a mess of boxes, and what had been unpacked was nothing personal. It didn’t look like anyone lived here, but that it had been staged to sell. “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s just not a priority.” You said, getting out plates, serving spoons and utensils. “Help yourself, I need sweats, a blanket, and probably a drink. I have some alcohol around here somewhere.” You said, sweeping out of the room and into your bedroom to change.

“Okay, so I found bourbon, whiskey, vodka, and tequila.” You said, adjusting your blanket cape. “Pick your poison.” You said although you thought you knew what he would pick. “Is it the good tequila?” He asked, and you laughed. “Why would I buy tequila and not get the good kind?” You ask sarcastically, handing the bottle to Sam while you found the shot glasses. Sam took the bottle, and two plates of food over to the couch, and you got water and the shot glasses.

You woke with a start, blinking into the soft glow illuminating your apartment. The tv was still on, but the program had timed out so it was just a screensaver bouncing around. Your (E/C) eyes found the clock and saw that it was 2 am. You shifted to grab the remote from its spot on the table when you realized that you weren’t alone in the apartment. You recognized Sam’s sleeping form and calmed a little. You turned the tv off, draped your blanket over Sam and went to bed.

An incessant beeping woke you, what felt like minutes later. A groan sounded from your living room, and you were momentarily confused until you remembered that Sam had been asleep on the couch four hours ago. You got up and swept out into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. “Morning, birdman.” You said, in a singsong voice. Sam groaned again and placed his head in his hands.

“How the fuck are you functioning right now? We had like twelve shots of tequila, and you didn’t even eat. Look at that plate.” He growled, sprawling out on the couch. You wanted to laugh, but also didn’t want to mess with Sam’s hangover. “There’s a diner around the corner, I can scrounge you up some clothes and we can go get pancakes before my shift starts?” You question, and the pot of coffee finishes and you pour a cup, pressing it into Sam’s hand. The man nods at you, and you disappear into your room.

“Okay, so I have this pair of slacks that my ex left here, and a collection of men’s shirts. This one’s your color.” You said, handing the pants and a light gray shirt that had dark blue stripes. Dark brown eyes glared at you. “You’re too fucking chipper. But I’ll take those pancakes.” Sam griped at you, and you went back into your room to get dressed for the day.

“This place looks like a hole in the wall, (Y/N),” Sam mumbled to you, as you led him into the diner. “That’s ‘cause it is, but don’t let Amelia or anyone else hear you say that. They still have the best food in the neighborhood. I haven’t ordered anything I was disappointed in.” You said, sitting down at your usual corner booth, and handed Sam a menu.

“Morning, honey.” It was one of your favorite waitresses, Amelia. She poured you a cup of coffee, before turning to Sam. “Well, hello there, sweetcheeks. Coffee?” She asked, and he turned his mug over. “Can you tell Aiden to surprise me, and that we could use the hangover supreme.” You said, Sam had just been staring blankly at the menu and Aiden, the chef, had helped you out after a night of drinking more than once. Amelia gave you a smile, and a wink before going to put your order in.

The hangover supreme consisted of a stack of pancakes, french fries, a big greasy burger, and a pickle. The combination may seem weird, but you could attest to the magic cure-all. Today, Aiden had chosen to make you strawberry cream waffles, which tastes just like a strawberry cream milkshake. Sam picked at his food, and then he slowly came out his zombified state. “These pancakes are really fluffy, tastes like butter too,” Sam said, sounding like his normal spitfire self. Aiden walked past the table then.

“So, the hangover supreme helped another victim?” He asked with a chuckle. Sam grinned through a mouthful of half-chewed food. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, what about you sweetheart? Like the waffles?” He asked, and you nodded. “It’ll certainly keep me coming back. Gotta keep you on your toes.” You said, and Aiden chuckled before going back to the kitchen. Sam’s phone rang then, and he looked at it before looking at you.

“Yeah, Steve?” He asked, answering the phone. He paused and looked at his watch. “Sorry, man. I lost track of time, catching up with an old friend.” A pause, where you assume Steve says something else. “Yeah I’ll be right there.” He finishes, and you wave at Amelia for the check. She comes over and hands it to you, and you hand her some money with a “Keep the change.” The two of you leave the diner.

“Remind me to never drink with you again. Although, I have a friend, Steve, might give you a run for your money.” He says, pulling you in for a hug. “Save some lives today.” He said, walking backward for a minute before turning around and taking off in a run. You were left with two thoughts. The first: that you hoped you didn’t see Sam on your table, and the second that you were crushing hard on your friend.

Today was bloodier than yesterday, and when you got a second to take a break you’d been relieved to find a text from Sam. It had lifted a weight off your chest, that you didn’t even know you were carrying. He had wanted to know what time you got off today, and you stared at the words for a minute longer than acceptable, before answering him. He had answered quickly, claiming that he would be at your apartment to pick you up, that he wanted you to meet with Steve.

The rest of the day was both fast and slow. You got a chance to catch up on your paperwork, and you also had a couple more emergencies to attend to. There were hours that felt like minutes, and minutes that felt like hours, but the day came to an end and you were on your way home. You let yourself into the lobby and took the stairs. You found your apartment door slightly ajar, and you pocketed your keys. You crept into the apartment, grabbing an umbrella from next to the door, to use as a weapon. Your (E/C) eyes swept the room, as you crept into your apartment. The kitchen and living room were empty. You just needed to check your bedroom, you edge the door open, umbrella raised and started into the room. Sam walked out of your bathroom, and you jumped.

“Fuck, how did you get into my apartment?” You asked, and he gave you a sheepish grin. You put the umbrella down next to your closet. “You stole my spare keys, didn’t you?” You asked, and he nodded. “And how long have you been stateside?” You teased, kicking off your ugly, but comfortable, hospital only shoes. “Where are we going, do I need to change?” You asked, and Sam shook his head.

“Nah, we’re going to my place. You might wanna bring some clothes, ‘cause I’m not letting you try and get home by yourself. So you’re staying over, no arguments.” Sam said, and you rolled your eyes, but you grabbed a duffel bag and threw some clothes into it, along with your phone charger and the already packed toiletry kit. You tossed the bag on your bed, running through a list in your head to make sure you had everything you needed. You looked down and realized that you didn’t have any shoes, on and walked over to the closet. You pulled on some boots and turned around. Sam had grabbed your bag and was leaning against the door frame.

“Alright, Wilson. Let’s meet this Steve person.” You said, and he gave you an amused smile. Sam had parked his car in the apartment parking lot, taking the space assigned to your apartment, and he tossed your bag inside before getting in. The drive didn’t take long, and soon Sam was ushering you into his place, taking your bag into his room. While Sam was in the back of the house there was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it.” You called to Sam, and went and tossed the door open. “You must be….” You trailed off when you recognized the tall blond man at Sam’s front door.

“Steve Rogers, nice to meet you, (Y/N). Sam couldn’t stop talking about you today.” He said, and Sam was suddenly at your shoulder laughing at your shocked face. You had heard the rumors, and Sam had talked about the Captain a couple of days ago, but you’d never thought you get to meet him. Sam snapped his fingers in front of your face, after closing the door. “Snap out of it (Y/L/N )” He was clearly amused.

“I’m so sorry. That was rude.” You said, extending a hand to Steve. He took your hand, and you shared a brief firm handshake. “So, Sam said that you drank him under the table and were perfectly fine,” Steve said it like a question but it was more of a statement.

“Yeah, we ran into each other at this takeout place near my apartment building, and he followed me home. But, I guess falcons just can’t handle their tequila.” You said, with a shrug and Steve’s face broke out into a wide grin. He shot a look over your shoulder to Sam. “And where did you say you found this one?” He asked, and you glanced back and forth between the two of them. “Afghanistan, I was a medic. I work at the hospital now.” You explain, and Steve gives you a nod.

The conversation between the three of you is easy to maintain, all fast talk and sarcastic gibes. Sam, eventually, pressured Steve into facing you off in shots, and you were glad that you had another day off tomorrow. You were twenty shots in and Steve was giving you a funny look, by twenty-five shots you were ready to tap out, and at thirty shots you called it a tie. Steve said he was calling it a night, and he took off. You start to sprawl out on the couch, and Sam gives you a look.

“Hey, toughie. You get the bedroom. I dragged you over here, my idea, my rules. No arguing.” Sam says, grabbing you by the arm and pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You decide it’s best to just keep your mouth shut, and go. “Hey, Sam. I like your friend. It’s nice to see that you can still socialize so well.” Your mouth chooses to say, and you duck into the bedroom closing the door before you say something else.

You woke to the smell of coffee, and you rolled out of the bed. It was when your feet hit the floor, that you realized you were not in your apartment, and your heart sped up. Your (E/C) eyes swept the room, and realization dawned in your sleepy brain. This was Sam’s place. You shuffled from the bedroom toward the kitchen, finding a fully awake and dressed Sam in the kitchen.

“Can’t promise it’ll be a hangover supreme, but I’m making pancakes at least,” Sam said, setting a cup of coffee down on the island in front of you. “Steve asked me how you were doing, I said I would let him know when you got up.” He continued, plating a pancake and placing it in front of you. Your eyes found the clock, it was only 9:30.

“You’ve already been out this morning?” You asked, incredulously. This was the man that spent yesterday morning whining into your couch, and now you were supposed to believe he had already been up and socializing this morning. Sam chuckled, and you winced a little. The louder noise had set off a sharp pain through your forehead.

“Believe it or not, but most days, when I haven’t been drinking with someone who is clearly not human, I am a morning person.” He said, adding another pancake to your plate, and sitting down with his own plate of pancakes. You took a sip of the coffee and a bite of the pancakes.

“Well, you can tell Steve that I’m alive, and I’d love to do some more drinking with him. And you could give Aiden a run for his money.” You said, cutting up the pancakes before eating them. “But, if you keep feeding me like this, Wilson, you’re going to have to make me a workout plan.” The excessive drinking and the food was going to mess you up, but you had to be grateful for your faster metabolism. “So, Wilson, what’s the plan for today?” You asked, getting up to place your dishes into the sink and started to wash them.

“Oh, there are some things we need to discuss. You know that you talk in your sleep, right?” Sam asked, and you were glad that your back was to him. “Shit, it normally only happens when I’m stressed or…” You trail off for a little bit. “Drinking.” You finished, it had been part of the reason why you had stayed in the med tent with the patients or slept when no one was around. You finish up washing the dishes and rinse them off. Placing the plates and utensils into the drying rack, you turn around and lean against the counter.

“Alright, Wilson, I know what I probably said. And this is you trying to tell me off, without damaging the friendship. So, I get it. Let’s pretend it never happened.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. Sam’s face was blank, unreadable, and you bit the inside of your cheek. Sam stood up, and walked around the island, reaching around you to put his plate into the sink.

“You know, Steve asked me this morning when I was going to lock you down. And that boy wouldn’t know flirting if it was a mack truck and it ran him over.” Sam said, placing a hand on the side of your face, and the other on your hip. Your arms moved on their own and were on either side of Sam’s neck. His lips crashed down into yours, and it was a dance to establish dominance. It was a mix of tongues, and varying pressures, and electricity. It ended just as quickly as it began, and left you panting for air.

Sam looked down at you, his brown eyes wild with emotions, and you surged forward. Capturing his lips with your own, his hand moved down the side of your body stopping on your other hip. He picked you up, with ease, and set you down on the counter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Sam let out a soft moan in your mouth, and you felt heat pool in your stomach. Your hands move to the hem of Sam’s shirt, pulling it up, and he pulls away to pull it off. While the two of you are separated you take off your over sized sleep shirt. Sam presses kisses along your collarbone before teasing your nipples with his tongue. You arch your back, in an effort to get closer and Sam smiles against your breast. Sam captures your lips with his own, and picks you up, carrying you into the bedroom. He puts you down on the bed and sheds his pants.

He moves to the head of the bed and pulls a condom out of the drawer. “Are you okay with this?” He asks, and you narrow your eyes at him. “No, Wilson. I just wanna sit on your bed, naked, and talk.” You quip at him. “Of course, I’m okay with this. Now put that on, and fuck me already.” You say, wiggling out of your panties to prove a point. Sam’s eyes rove over your body hungrily, and he tosses his boxer’s into a far corner of the room. The condom is out of the wrapper and rolled on in nothing flat. You latch onto his hard member and guide it into your dripping entrance. Sam wastes no time, filling you with his dick, sinking deep into you but waiting to allow you time to adjust.

You claw at his back, and Sam starts to rock back and forth in a steady, slow rhythm. You bite down on Sam’s collar bone to muffle your noises. This seems to encourage him, and he starts to move faster, and you can feel your walls clench around him. His thumb begins to knead circles into your clit, and you arch into him. His name falls from your lips in a loud moan. You release hits you first, and as you ride your waves out Sam reaches his climax. He collapses next to you in the bed. “That’s quite a workout routine, Wilson. How do you expect me to do that every day?” You ask as Sam pulls you into his side.

From the day on, the two of you were inseparable. Any free time, either one of you had, was spent together. It didn’t take long for you to give up your apartment. You’d been spending less time there, and Sam’s place was bigger. It wasn’t that much further away from the hospital, and you could still go back to the diner to visit Aiden and Amelia.

Steve had taken a pointed interest in you, getting Natasha to find your service records. He thought it would be good to have someone field trained with medical expertise on the team. It took him a year of pestering to get both, you and Sam to agree to that. It had been bad enough when Sam had gone on missions and left you alone, but going on missions with them. You would have to consciously check your bias towards a specific team member over the others, but you would just have to compartmentalize. Which was something you could do well.

Your first mission was easy, you were just there for an extra set of eyes and medical treatment if need be. That one went off without a hitch, and then the next handful of missions were successful as well. You had just started to fool yourself into believing that everything could be okay when the world changed.

It was a HYDRA base, but the mission had started badly when the numbers were not what the intel had suggested. You had heard soft cursing over the comms, and an immediate snapback. “Language,” that was Steve’s voice, and you heard the chuckles over the comms. You were on the ground, weaving your wave through the labyrinth that was the base’s hallways. A Hydra agent moved in front of you, unaware of your presence and you slammed your baton into the back of their neck. The agent went down, and you continued inching down the hall.

A command went out over the comms, there were too many of them and you were to fall back. You thought there was an exit somewhere ahead of you, you continue inwards making a left turn and finding the exit stairway. You peek through the window, and edge into the stairwell, once you clear it you make your way down quickly. You look through the window, before edging out into the hallway. On the ground floor, it’s a war zone. People are everywhere, and you spring into action. You take down three agents before you make it to the rest of the team. Sam flies by, dipping a wing in front of the group to deflect a series of bullets, he lands and looks around at you all. IN your head, you’re steeling yourself to patch up your friends. You see a HYDRA agent aim their gun at Sam, and you don’t think, you just act. You tackle Sam out of the way, and the bullet lands in your abdomen. You think you hear someone screaming you name, and the blackness consumes you.

You woke with a soft groan, the pain coursed through your body. But that was a good thing, it meant someone had remembered your preferences. Your eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and you struggled to get them to open. “(Y/N), you gotta stop pulling this bullshit. My wings are bulletproof, I would have been fine. But no, your dumb hero ass has to go and get shot for me. My heart can’t take this shit, can’t you just take it easy for one fucking mission. Have a little mercy.” Sam was scolding you, and at this, your eyelids finally listened and open. You hiss at the fluorescent lights assaulting your eyes and blink to try and get used to them.

“Cut… it… out… you… big softie.” You manage to rasp out, and warm cocoa colored eyes found yours. “You would have done the same thing, and there’s no way you could guarantee the bullet got the wings. And then I’d be over there feeling the way you do now.” Talking was starting to get easier. At this comment, you see Sam realize what you’re talking about. He leans over you and presses a kiss into your forehead. When he moves back you see that a nurse has come into the room.

“I want to see my chart.” You demand, moving to try and sit up. Sam places a hand onto your shoulder, forcing you to stay as you are. “You can have the chart, but you’re not sitting up.” He compromises with you, and you stick your hand out. Sam presses your chart into your hand, and your (E/C) eyes quickly scan over the frantic scribbled notes. “Guess what?” You question Sam, and he just raises an eyebrow at you, looking tired. “You get to take care of me for 6 weeks. Well, probably 5 once they release me.” You said, closing the chart and handing it back to Sam. You shift so that you can look at your wound. It’s angry, red, and pretty big. You wince looking at it, it looks painful, and cover it back up again.

You reach over and grab Sam’s hand. “Hey, you love me right?” You asked, looking up into his melted chocolate colored eyes. “You weren’t just using me for my body, right? Cause I’m going to have a wicked scar, and if I were you and you were just using me for my body, I’d kick me to the curb.” You joked, and Sam frowned at you. He gave your hand a squeeze and moved your face to the side with his other hand. He leaned down and captured your lips with his, it was a sweet kiss, but it conveyed to you your answer.

“Of Course, I love you, (Y/N). I’ve loved you since Afghanistan.” He said, softly, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You smiled up at him, “I love you too, birdboy.” You answered, as you eyelids betrayed you and you fell asleep again.

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Jealousy

More often than not girls were always throwing themselves at Finn, she wasn’t worried or anything she knew where his heart lied, it was just really annoying, especially when she was sitting with him.

“Look..do you mind I’m trying to have a drink with my boyfriend.” Rae said exhausted.

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I am not a speaker nor a preacher. I have no mission to change the world. I have no original words or teaching to give anyone. I reflect only what I’ve seen and heard - most ordinary, very common. I have no fascination for fresh ideas and activity. All enthusiasm for worldly endeavours and strivings have all but gone. For me, thoughts, words and deeds- the activities of life, are merely the utensils for serving out the ‘prasad’ of the Being-ness.
—  Mooji

Posting my friend’s ramen recipe so I can save it to use for the future :))).

Photo credit to Facebook.

LuFo’s Killer Ramen recipe

Time: 2~2.5 hours      Yield: 4 adult servings

Utensils:
1 large soup pot with cover
1 small soup pot with cover
1 blancher
1 ladle
1 knife
1 cutting board
2 large soup bowls
3 wooden skewers

 Ingredients:
6cups of water
1 cup of Donkatsu ramen soup base (I used one from a company called Ariake Japan Co. LTD.)
Thin, yellow, wavy, ramen noodles (frozen)
5 green onions,
1 yellow onion
3 cloves of garlic
60g of ginger root
1 spicy green pepper
2 tbsp of sesame oil
3 tbsp cooking sake
2 eggs
2 hand fulls of bean sprouts
6 strips of sliced pork belly ~500 g (I used a special pork belly from black pig from Jeju Island, Korea but any pork belly should do)
Salt and pepper.

Procedure:

Broth/Soup

-Lay the sliced pork belly strips out and sprinkle plenty of salt and pepper on them then roll them up tightly so the salt and pepper is on the inside of the roll.   Put 2 rolls on a wooden skewer so you have 3 skewers with 3 rolls.
-Mix 6 cups of water with 1 cup of Donkatsu soup base in the large soup pot.
-Chop the white part of the green onion and throw it in the large soup pot and set the green part of the onion aside (to use for toppings later).
-Cut the yellow onion in half and throw one half in the large soup pot and set the other side away to use later.
-Clean the ginger root thoroughly and slice it into coins and throw them into the large soup pot.
-Take a clove of garlic and put it on the cutting board and set the flat side of the knife down on top of the clove of garlic.   Smash down on the side of the knife with a closed fist so that you crush the garlic. Do this with all three cloves and throw it into the large soup pot.
<NOTE:  You may have to pick out little pieces of ginger when you eat the final product but its worth it to cut it to get all the oils and flavors out of the ginger into the soup>
-Cut up the spicy green pepper and add it into the soup pot
-Add sesame oil and sake
-Put the pork skewers into the soup pot.
-Cover and bring to a boil.
-As soon as it comes to a boil, turn the temperature down to medium low, (about #4 if the stove top has numbers).
-Let it simmer for 2 hours stirring periodically. 

Toppings

-When the soup is about 10 minutes from being done prep the toppings.
-Finely chop the green part of the green onions and set aside to put on the topping.
-Take your yellow onion half and cut that in half then thinly slice 2 or 3 slices for topping on your ramen.  Set aside with the green onion.
- Soft boil the eggs. To do this, fill the small soup pot ¾ the way full with water and add a tsp of salt to the water.  Once the water is boiling place the 2 eggs into the boiling water and turn the heat down to medium low (4 on a number stove) for 5 minutes.  When they are finish immediately remove them and place them in ice cold water until they cool.   Peel the shells off and set aside for topping. 
While the eggs are boiling you can blanch the bean sprouts for 5 minutes.

Noodles

-Boil some water and place the ramen noodles in the boiling water and cover for 2 minutes.  Strain the noodles and place them in the soup bowls.
(You may feel like the ramen noodles need to be boiled longer but they don’t.  Adding the soup later will finish cooking them.  If you boil them in the water too long they will be soggy).

Ramen noodle soup
-Bring the broth and soup back to a boil then turn off the heat. 
-Use the ladle to pour your broth into the soup bowls over the noodles.  Almost submerge the ramen noodles in your broth.
<Segregate the toppings>
-Top with finely chopped green onion, blanched bean sprouts,take a pork skewer out of the broth and slide a pork belly roll off the skewers another toping in your soup bowl. (You may think you need to cut the pork belly roll with a knife but if you cooked it right it should fall apart relatively easily with just a little pull from your chopsticks or spoon.)
Place a soft-boiled egg as a topping for the soup and slice it in half with a knife.  (it will be runny inside so make sure you slice it while its in the soup bowl) Then use the other half for someone else’s soup topping.
Mix and enjoy.

Ok so i just realized that maybe i can come vent here about a coworker????

So i work in the kitchen at my school and they won’t give me or any other student more than two days, but this asshole keeps running into the kitchen sometimes up to an hour before the shift starts - not just my shift, ANY STUDENT DINNER SHIFT - and then pages me down like i’ve done something wrong by not starting work an hour early, when I’d get in trouble for it

Now i go to a boarding school, and the longer you’re there with minimal infractions, the higher your level. This dick, she’s a brand fucking new level 4 and she’s been kissing ass since she got off a four month restricted status. She doesnt get in trouble for fucking anything.

So, Miss “Go Four Yourself” is a condescending ass who volunteers on my days, publicly insinuates that i’m not doing my job, then doesn’t let me do my job.

Last night, she pages me 35 minutes before dinner just to say, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Yeah, that’s why the salad table’s a fucking mess, incl the plastic seal still being on the hummus and the tomatoes not being out and there being no serving utensils in ANYTHING but the mesclun mix, and all the dishes are dirty and the dishwashers aren’t unloaded.

So i set up all the plates, i take the lid and seal off the hummus, i get out the tomatoes, i get out the serving spoons. I have thirty minutes, so i start scrubbing the dirty dishes, bc i know she won’t do them and if i get a head start, maybe i wont be in the kitchen from 6.15 to 8pm, sweating over congealed cheese and the rotting leftovers in the drain.

Dinner comes. I announce it. Ten minutes into the meal, i get up to ask what i should get for dessert, and she says, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it.”

Fine. Fuck her.

I start washing the dishes. Baked on cheese, scorched something, eldritch stains. Greasy plastic from this morning, from the faculty and maintenance staffs’ lunches, from last night. I’m sweating and scrubbing, elbow deep in filth and scummy scalding water.

She’s leaning up against the wall, gossiping with the cook and the staff member who actually abuses girls here, including me. (Her favorite phrase is “bang, zoom, to the moon, alice!” totally unironic, totally genuine)

I go to put the salad bar away, but, “Oh, no, I’ve got it.”

An hour passes. The salad bar is out.

Two. She throws the bowl in the sink and resumes gossiping. By this time, I have cleaned the contents of and emptied out two commercial kitchen sinks.

Two and a half. I have only two massive pots and the serving plates left. “Hey, I’ve done two and a half sinks’ worth of dishes, so if you want, can you get the last of it?”

She cuts me off. “Oh, it’s fine.” Then, to the cook, “Can i just soak these?”

“Oh, yeah, leave ‘em overnight. [Housemother] will get them in the morning.”

She had to wash seven dishes, she got away with washing five. She got to “Volunteer,” which makes her look good, and accuse me of laziness and incompetency to make me look bad. I’m going for my 4 this month. I’m running for house council president.

She’s running. She’s already a 4. She’s not even staying here for the rest of the year, or even just the semester. She wanted her 4 and the presidency bc they’re just more badges so she can go home and show off, and fucking me over is just a fun bonus.

Even outside the kitchen, she fucks me over and talks behind my back and starts shit. She spread a rumor I was telling everyone one girl, her best friend, had herpes and was a wh*re, just because she decided she didn’t like me on sight. I don’t use gender based slurs!

She’s made my life hell for fifty straight weeks and she can’t even set out a goddamn salad bar.

“Oh, it’s fine.” Get the hell out. This coworker can go f4ck herself.

Eggs and Beans

My parents used to eat this a lot when they lived on their sailboat, since it’s really easy to keep the ingredients in limited storage and also takes minimal effort. The basic recipe is no chopping and tastes amazing even without any add ons. It’s easy enough that you can make it for breakfast, lunch, or dinner – any time you crave a hot, yummy, filling meal.

Ingredients:

  • Eggs (we served 2 per person usually)
  • 1 can baked beans (vegetarian or regular)
  • Oil or butter for eggs

Optional:

  • Sliced onions 
  • Salt and pepper
  • Hot sauce

Equipment:

  • Saucepan (or a bowl if you prefer to heat the beans in the microwave), egg pan w/ lid, spatula
  • Plate and serving utensils

Directions:

Heat up your beans in a saucepan until they’re simmering. If you want to add onions, put them with the beans to cook. Meanwhile, heat your egg pan with the oil/butter on a medium high heat. Crack your eggs into the pan carefully so you don’t break the yolk, and then cover. I like to add a splash of water to the pan before i cover so that the steam rises to the top and helps cook both sides. 

Once they’re done to your liking, serve in a plate or bowl with however many beans you like. I recommend keeping the yolks soft, so that they mix up with the liquid from the beans. Add salt, pepper, hot sauce if you like, and enjoy.

(P.S. if you’re cooking for one or even two, there’ll probably be leftover beans.)