stuffed tomatoes


黒子のバスケ J-WORLD Collection Ver. Special ‘16-'17

These are the menus for the latest KnB event in J-WORLD featuring the boys in their special attire. Certain dishes are only available for a given time frame.

Sales Period: February 1 (Wednesday) to February 23 (Thursday)

  • Kuroko’s Lunchtime Special Basket
  • Akashi’s Tomato Pasta & Gratin-Stuffed Tomato Special Combo

Sales Period: February 24 (Friday) to March 17 (Friday)

  • Kagami’s Special Ginger Pork & Roast Beef Bowl (with American Hotdog)
  • 「It’s Horikita Mai-chan, not Horuichi Mako-chan!」 Katsu Sandwich & Grilled Hotdog Combo Plate
  • Murasakibara’s Purple Cabbage and Chicken, Maiubo Sandwich Wrap Special Plate

Sales Period: March 18 (Saturday) to April 9 (Sunday)

  • Kise’s Seafood Special Paella (with Onion Gratin Soup)
  • Midorima’s Crab Meat Over Tomato Cream Pasta

Salt shaker. Want the story? OK.

So, this particular thrift store was in the middle of nowhere, Texas. Surrounded by primordial forest. The hand-painted sign outside the beat-up building listed much stuff inside and one of the items was misspelled, I forget what.

I couldn’t say no, right?

The proprietor was a weird old man with tons of energy and some missing teeth. He prevailed upon me to go outside, to the outbuildings in back. “That’s where the real good stuff is!” 

I walked out there alone and saw seven corrugated tin shacks, big ones. Doors were all open but there was no electricity. Did I mention it was hotter than hades? 

Everything inside these big shacks was helter-skelter. Computer books from the 80s, cassette tapes, mah-jongg, cutlery. Piled high on rickety card tables, 1970s weighs-a-ton furniture, car hoods. And it was hot. Oh my gosh, it was hot.

All I wanted was to get out of there. I was thirsty but I had no water and I didn’t want to ask the weird old man for a drink. But first I had to find something to photograph. One thing. For the blog. So, slowly at first, I began shuffling crap.

And then I picked up the pace. Faster and faster. SO HOT. Sweat was pouring off me, staining some bullshit Herbie Hancock book that I *almost* photographed but discarded. Not good enough.

Nothing. So I walked to the next shack. 

And the next.

And the next.

Finally I stood in the last tin hot house, throwing crap everywhere, screaming “WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS IT?!! IT’S GOT TO BE HERE!!!!!!!!!” Dehydration had made me demented, crazed, an animal. But still there was only awful stuff that should have been in a landfill: 1960s milk bottles, an ugly porcelain baby’s pacifier, stuffed tomatoes that upon inspection were ratty sewing pincushions, cheap-o water glasses. Where does this old guy buy all this garbage, I wondered. And why does he keep it?

I nearly swooned and fell down. I realized I had been in these corrugated prisoner-of-war hothouses for hours. But I would not give up. 

And then, as if by divine mercy, I saw this little angel salt shaker. So tiny–couldn’t hold more than a teaspoon of sel. Two holes atop its little head. Somehow, it was perfect. I cried, I was so happy. I knew it! I knew it was here!

And I do realize in retrospect that this salt shaker is “blah,” especially for the (dare I say) high standards of this blog. However, at the time, I truly thought I’d discovered the Grail. I was so ecstatic I wanted to buy the thing, for any price the old man asked. But back in the store, he had disappeared. Where? There was nowhere to go, except the woods. 

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I set the little salt shaker reverently upon the man’s ancient cash register, strolled out, got in my vehicle, and drove away.

I did it for you.

I’ve heard legends of this bird, the Lightning Bird, able to call storms to aid it in victory against the adventurers that attack it. Today I was brought the corpse of one, fresh, and ready to be turned into any dish I like. Maybe it’s only my imagination, but I swear that a bite of it’s cooked meat raises the hairs on the back of my neck. Is it the lightning that courses through it, or just the story?

Thunderstruck Peppers


- 6 large yellow bell peppers
- 1 lb of Lightning Bird meat, ground fine
- 2 garlic cloves, minced
- 1 onion, diced
- 2 cups of tomatoes, crushed in a mortar and pestle
- 2 cups of wild rice grains, cooked
- 1 tsp salt
- 1 tsp black pepper
- 2 tbsp basil
- 2 tbsp oregano
- 2 tbsp rosemary
- 2 tbsp marjoram
- 2 tbsp cilantro
- 2 tbsp thyme
- 2 tbsp red pepper flakes
- 1 tbsp olive oil
- 1 ½ cups of sharp cheese, preferably cheddar


Remove the tops and interiors of each pepper, then rinse well in water. Boil the peppers in a deep stovetop pan for five minutes, then remove from water and turn upside-down to dry.

In another skillet, add oil, garlic, onion, and saute well, followed by the Lightning Bird meat. Brown it all together. All pink must be removed. Add the tomatoes next, the rice, the seasonings, and half of the cheese. Stir mixture, and remove from heat.

Stuff each pepper with the meat mixture, and put in a baking dish greased with either fat or butter, and bake uncovered over a medium flame for thirty minutes. Remove, coat with remaining cheese, and bake for another five minutes. Serve hot.

The Bet- A Cassian/Azriel/Mor Fic

….Listen my dudes, idk what to tell you, I’ve never written this pairing before, never really felt that inclined to either… But they wanted to bang…so I let them. Bless my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing!! 

Title: The Bet

Summary: Modern AU, established relationship. Cassian, Az and Mor have somewhere to be and while the boys are up their sleeping beauty is nowhere to be found. Az comes with a novel way of getting her out of bed….NSFW. Sin. Much sin ahead. You’ve been warned. 

Teaser: Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Link: AO3 

Azriel doesn’t look up from the piece of toast he’s slowly, precisely, buttering as he hears the unmistakeable sounds of Cassian sloping into the room behind him. His boyfriend doesn’t stop walking until he crashes, albeit gently, into Az’s back, jolting him against the counter. His thick, muscled arms slide easily around his waist and he nuzzles softly at his neck, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Mm, you smell like Mor,” is Cassian’s dreamy idea of a mumbled morning greeting.  

Az comes as close to grimacing that he ever does at that. “I think I used her shampoo this morning,” he confesses drily, now tipping coffee into the mug in front of him. Cassian lets out a gasp of mock horror at this and withdraws from him as though tainted. He claps him playfully on the shoulder, “Good luck,” is all he says before he heaves himself up onto the worktop, his heels knocking gently against the cupboard door.  

A soft smile traces Az’s lips as he slides the coffee towards Cassian who raises the mug in a grateful salute after grabbing it before taking a long draught. “I don’t think I have to worry about it,” he says evenly, melting out of the way to let Cassian at the toaster and hob, “She won’t be coherent enough to notice for a while yet.

Cassian glances over Azriel’s head towards the door of their bedroom, slightly ajar, revealing the darkness within, then he snorts. “It looks like the lair of some fell beast,” he observes, casually swiping a piece of Az’s buttered toast and transferring it to his mouth. Az huffs but doesn’t protest, considering it a fair trade for the half a pack of bacon Cassian has just slapped into a pan.  

Az makes a business of checking his watch, “At this time of the morning you’re not far wrong,” he murmurs, ambling to the fridge and pulling out eggs which he lays on the counter within easy reach of Cassian’s broad, deft hands.

Cass snorts at that assessment, barely even looking at what he’s doing as he cracks the eggs and transfers them to a bowl to whisk them up, “How long do we have before we need to leave?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“A few hours yet,” Az replies mildly, taking a small sip of his own coffee, “But she should get up now.”

Cassian snorts again, “You expect her to manage that without some sort of encouragement?” he demands, “Waking Mor up at this time is like waking the dead, we’d have an easier time finding a new girlfriend at the graveyard.”  

Az just smiles at that, watching his boyfriend work, “Mm, I’m quite fond of this one, as it happens,” he murmurs quietly.

He’s fully aware that he already has a plan to deal with their…situation. Cassian never eats his eggs scrambled this way, and his bacon is always half raw. Sure enough, a few moments later, tipping the eggs into a frying pan, Cass grins, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, leaning over and kissing Az on the cheek even as he rolls his eyes at the petname, ”I have just the thing. She’ll be up in a minute, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

 It’s Az’s turn to snort at that. Of the three of them, Cass is the one most likely to tend towards optimism but even by his standards that’s stretching the bounds of belief. “Okay fine, she’ll be conscious,” he amends irritably before waggling a spatula threateningly in Az’s direction, “you get to take over from there.”

“If you actually manage to get her up I’ll take over from there,” he promises faithfully, taking another idle sip of his coffee.  

“Ha,” Cass grins, “Just you wait, Az, she can never resist my cooking. Ever.” He reaches past him and swipes the large ‘princess’ mug out of the cupboard, filling it with coffee from the pot before dumping in a small mountain of sugar and half of their milk reserves into it with his customary grimace that anyone would dare besmirch the good name of coffee the way that Mor does.

Azriel just hums as Cassian starts to load Mor’s breakfast onto a tray, leaning against the worktop, saying nothing. As he starts to leave the room however, Mor’s breakfast arranged in the shape of a smiley face with tomato eyes, a bacon mouth, scrambled egg hair and a spikey toast hat however, Az dips down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Good luck,” he murmurs.

Cassian waves an airy hand, “Oh ye of little faith!” he huffs irritably as he sets off in the direction of their bedroom.  

Azriel waits patiently and he and his lack of faith are rewarded by a Cassian stomping out of the room five minutes later, caught somewhere between astonishment and dejection, resolutely munching a piece of Mor’s toast. “Unbelievable,” he grumbles, looking sincerely crestfallen. “She’s made of stone, Az, we’re dating a statute, I hope you know that.”

Az just smiles as Cassian helps himself to some of Mor’s eggs, clearly lamenting their wasteful scrambling. “That was never going to work,” he says smoothly.

Cassian lets out a good natured growl, now eating a piece of Mor’s bacon with his fingers. He brandishes it at Az, “I bet you a tenner you can’t get her out of bed before I can.”

Cass watches as Azriel considers this, can practically hear the cogs turning in that mysterious, shadowed brain of his. Finally, with a decisive little nod, he sets down his piece of toast and says, “Deal,” before padding towards their bedroom.  

Blinking, slightly startled by this sudden turn of events he calls after him, “On this try mind you!” Az just vaguely nods his agreement, gently pushing open the door at the end of the corridor. What a well meaning idiot, Cassian muses with a shake of the head, happily stuffing one of Mor’s tomatoes into his mouth. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, this breakfast was up to his finest high standards, but Az is taking part in a truly hopeless mission. Fire-breathing dragons would have been easier and safer to approach than their Morrigan this morning.

Cassian waits, shovelling down more of Mor’s bacon with what Az would probably consider indecent enthusiasm. Mor would understand though, he has to give this breakfast a proper funeral, worthy of her approval. He expects to see Az slinking back to him, defeated, rummaging irritably in his jeans for his wallet to offer him the spoils of his victory. He freezes, another piece of toast halfway to his mouth, loaded with scrambled eggs and dread – if Azriel fails in this task it’ll be his turn to rouse Mor again…He contemplates this for a few seconds then shovels the toast and egg into his mouth, deciding it’ll be worth it. His boyfriend had been so achingly sure of himself and while Cass doesn’t think that Az’s ego needs to be deflated any more than it already is, on the other hand he really does like the idea of him coughing up the bet money.  

Cassian waits some more, still devouring Mor’s breakfast, feeling a slight pang of worry for Az. In her current state, well aimed pillows might just be lethal, and he’s quite fond of Az’s pretty face…He decides to give it a few more minutes before launching an emergency rescue operation. Any second now he’s going to have to kiss that small frown from his beautiful face, console him even as he delightedly accepts his winnings.  

Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Gently pushing open the door, decorated with Az’s careful, neat lettering of their names (Cassian’s idea) and the small stick figures in the top left corner, (a drunken Mor’s contribution) he pauses to properly drink in the scene. Azriel is kneeling on the floor at the side of their bed, Mor’s long, golden legs hooked over his shoulders, his head buried between them. Mor is arching in pleasure, another faint moan spilling from her open lips as her body bows from the bed. Her hands fist the crisp white sheets, clutching at them as Az teases her with his tongue.  

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Stuffed Crust Cast-Iron Pizza with Mozzarella

Total Time: 3 hr 30 min
Active Time: 1 hr
Yield: 4-6 servings


2 Cups Bread Flour, plus more if needed
2 Cups 00 flour (see’s Cook’s Note)
1 Tbsp Kosher Salt
2 Tbsp Kosher Salt
2 Tsp Active Dry Yeast
1 2/3 Cups warm water (about 115 degrees F)
2 Tsp Honey
2 Tbsp Extra-Virgin Olive Oil
Nonstick Cooking Spray, for greasing the bowl

2 Tbsp Extra-Virgin Olive Oil
½ Tsp Dried Chile Flakes
2 Cloves Garlic, sliced
2 Cups Tomato Puree
3 Sprigs Fresh Basil
Kosher Salt and Fershly Ground Black Pepper

3 Tbsp Extra-Virgin Olive Oil
All-Purpose Flour, for rolling the dough
8 oz Miceli’s Mozzarella Cheese, cut into 2-by-½-inch strips

1 Cup Miceli’s Mozzarella Cheese, torn
1 Cup Kalamata Olives, sliced in half
12 Leaves Fresh Basil, torn
½ Cup Red Onion, very thinly sliced

Special Equipment: 12-inch cast iron pan


For the Dough: Combine the bread flour, 00 flour, salt and yeast in a mixer with a hook attachment. Whisk together the water and honey. Turn the mixer to medium speed and slowly add the honey-water mixture and olive oil. The dough will come together when a ball is formed and pulls cleanly from the sides of the mixing bowl. If the dough is too wet, simply add a touch more flour until it pulls cleanly.

Grease the inside of a large bowl or deep container with cooking spray. Add the dough to the bowl and cover with plastic wrap. Place in a warm area until the dough doubles in size, 60-90 minutes. The dough can be refrigerated until ready to use, with a damp cloth over it.

For the Sauce: In a medium saucepan, heat the olive oil over medium heat. Add the chile flakes and garlic and cook until the garlic softens, about 1 minute. Add the tomato puree and basil sprigs. Bring to a simmer and cook for 5 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. let cool completely in the fridge. Remove the basil from the sauce before using.

For the Crust: Preheat the oven to 500 dehrees F. Prepare a 12-inch cast iron pan by greasing the interior with 2 tablespoons of the olive oil.

Divide the dough into 2 portions and roll out 1 portion on a floured surface, making a round sheet roughly 14 inches wide. (Wrap the other dough portion in plastic wrap and freeze for another use.) Place the dough sheet over the greased pan, lightly pressing the interior corners into the pan to prevent pockets. Place the strips of smoked mozzarella around the interior of the pan, making a circle with the strips along the entire edge. Cut the dough approximately 1 inch above the level of the cheese. Roll the dough over the cheese, lightly tucking the edges underneath to form a stuffed crust. Brush the stuffed crust with the remaining 1 tablespoon olive oil.

For the Toppings:Ladle the sauce into the center of the pizza, creating a thin layer that barely covers the pizza. Finish by topping with the torn mozzarella, olvies, and onions.

Place the pizz pan over medium heat and cook until the bottom of the crust begins to brown loghtly, 2-3 minutes. Transfer to the oven and bake until the crust id golden brown and the center is bubbly, about 20 minutes.

Use a large metal spatula to remove the pizza, then top with the torn basil and a drizzlw of olive oil. Allow it to cool for 10 minutesm then cut into portions and serve.

Original recipe is from the Food Network website by Geoffrey Zakarian

Tomatoes (E.D)

A/N: I was bored, I don’t even know what I was writing. Y/N and Ethan have been close friends for a year now and it all started because an argument over tomatoes at the supermarket. But when he leaves for tour, Y/N reminisces in all the good memories they had together and says something she might regret.

I remember when he’d barge into my apartment exclaiming something stupid like “Oh my god! Y/N! Gray and I just filmed the best video ever!”
Of course I’d roll my eyes and give him a soft laugh. But he took everything serious. Its How Ethan Dolan was.

And how was I supposed to know that their channel would blow up, they’d go on tour, and get nominated for 4 awards all at the same time? No, you’re not supposed to know. Because that’s how life works, you just go with whatever comes next.
But here he was standing outside of my apartment, a bouquet of roses in his hand and that goofy, lopsided grin of his. “Hey, Ethan.” I smiled back at him warmly. “’re leaving today aren’t you?” I mumbled. I was going to miss him and his brother’s crazy antics from down the hall. I was going to miss how he’d randomly come into my apartment like he owned it, hopped on my couch, and clicked on the TV. I was going to miss his corny jokes and cute smile. And most of all, I was going to miss how he made me feel.
He made me feel like this was home. He made my heart flutter. He made me smile and furrow my eyebrows together at the same time, but I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for him. “Ehm..yeah I guess.” He laughed awkwardly. He stuck out his arm, almost jabbing me in the stomach with the bouquet of roses. We both laughed and I took it from his grasp. “Thank you..” I smiled as I traced my fingers along the petals lovingly. “Anything for you.” He muttered and his eyes met mine. It was a clash between brown and Y/E/C (your eye color) and then he sent me that dashing smile of his. You know, the one that would make any persons insides melt. Yeah, that smile.
My eyes stung a bit. Was I crying?
I bit my lip hard, and averted my eyes towards the ground. There was silence.
I hated silence.
“I’m going to miss you a lot more than you think Y/N.”
I gave him a teary eyed smile and he pulled me in for a hug. Our relationship had evolved from just being the teenage boy who came into my apartment randomly even though I barely knew him. Now we knew each other like the back of our hands. I never told him but I loved him, more than friends. I loved Ethan Dolan. I knew almost as much as Gray knew about him. He was my right hand and vise-versa. I told him things I’ve never told anyone. I looked at him a different way than anyone else. He was special.

Ethan Dolan. Because of him, my apartment was filled with a bunch of those cheesy fluffy toys you’d win at the arcade. It was filled with joy and happiness. It was filled with content.
I remember when I first met him.
I was at our local supermarket, where I caught him and his twin brother having a fight with the fruits.
I remember what aggravated me, the fact that Ethan had grabbed the last batch of tomatoes and was fighting against his brother who held up a pineapple to defend himself. I remember I wanted those tomatoes, looking back at it I laugh. I laugh at how I angrily stormed over to him and told him off, I scolded him for playing with the foods other people wanted to buy. How his jaw dropped while his brother snickered in the background, but then his hand caught mine when I turned to walk away. He tugged me towards his chest and repeatedly apologized. I walked off and rolled my eyes but he continued following me, like a stray dog. “I’m sorry okay? Listen I’ll- I’ll buy you some more! I could drop them off at your apartment-”
“And why would I tell you where I live?” I retaliated as my eyes scanned for a good choice of apples. “I- You’re right, again I’m so sorry about what happened.” Ethan smiled apologetically and I sighed. “It’s fine. I was in a bad mood when I got here and seeing you play with the tomatoes I wanted just angered me even more. Im sorry for lashing out on you.” I smiled softly and he chuckled. “It’s okay! I would’ve done the same thing.”
I gave him an ‘would you really?’ Look and he sighed. “Okay I wouldn’t get THAT mad, but somewhat annoyed.” He laughed.

And I remember how our friendship blossomed. When I opened the door to my apartment a day after the whole tomato debacle and was faced with Ethan. He held a bag of fresh tomatoes and grinned down at me. “Um, how’d you know where I live?” Was all I could ask. “Actually my brother and I live a couple doors down, I couldn’t help but notice you went the same way home as us and I went out and bought you some tomatoes.” He extended his arm out and smiled. I took the bag from him hesitantly and raised an eyebrow. “Thank you?” I laughed before he walked in. “Excuse me, what are you doing?” I asked as he plopped down onto my sofa. “What? Oh, your couch just looks way comfier than mine.”
I rolled my eyes and stuffed the tomatoes into the fridge. And that was how it started.

But a year later and here I was, saying goodbye to the man I loved because he was leaving for tour. “Goodbye Y/N..” He finally said. “Goodbye Ethan.” I mumbled. I shut the door slowly and I remember laying my back against it, knees brought up to my chest as my hand muffled my sobs.
I just let him go, just like that. I was so stupid. But 6 months later I opened the door and rolled my eyes as I expected it to be the mailman or something. But my eyes widened and tears prickled my eyes as my jaw dropped, “Eth-ETHAN!” I exclaimed and jumped into his arms, I backed him up against the wall in the hallways and nuzzled my head into his neck and inhaled his heavenly scent. “Oh my god! You’re back from tour early! I missed you so much!” I yelled but it was muffled by how hard I was pressing myself against him. “I miss you too Y/N! But’re crushing my tomatoes.”
Thinking it was a joke, I pulled my head back and laughed until he took a bag of tomatoes out from behind him. My mouth fell open and I laughed at how they were all squished since I pushed him against the wall. “God, I love you.” I laughed but quickly shut up once I realized what I had said. Shit. My eyes darted towards the ground as Ethan stared at me intensely. “I’m sorry.” I whispered as my eyes filled up with tears. “ don’t be sorry.” He replied and smiled. I was a bit confused but then he suddenly gripped my thighs and walked us back into my apartment. “I love you too.” Was all he said before he shut my door and smashed his lips against mine. I gasped into the kiss and he pushed me onto the couch. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “Wait- the tomatoes!” I laughed into the kiss. “I’ll get you new ones.” He mumbled as he pressed rough but sweet kisses against my throat and neck. I giggled and ran my hands through his messy, perfect hair.

How glad I am that Ethan took that last batch of tomatoes a year ago..

Originally posted by majesticdolans


Today’s breakfast with my friends :)
I made banana bread, apple crumble with vanilla sauce, puff pastry mushroom rolls, tomatoes stuffed with vegan ‘cream cheese’, coconut date balls, waffles, banana pancakes, coconut chia pudding, fruit salad plus veggies, fresh bread rolls, vegan cream cheese and one of my friends contributed vegan poppy seed cranberry rolls, avocado chocolate mousse and cinnamon date spread. It was so much fun and sooo delicious!!

Spill Your Guts, or Fill Your Guts (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: On a segment of the Late Late Show with James Corden, Shawn has to either admit who he likes or eat a whole tomato… he admits he likes you and the media goes crazy.

Example of the segment (James Corden and Kendall Jenner)

“Welcome back to The Late Late Show and here is our first guest, Shawn Mendes!” James screams to the crowd.

Shawn walks in, smiling his usual adorable smile and takes a seat at the round table.

“So James, last time I was here I was doing something quite different. I wasn’t surrounded by these gross foods.”

“Well Shawn, today we are going to play Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts. So, one of us draws a card and on it is an uncomfortable question. You either answer it truthfully, or you have to eat one of these DELICIOUS foods.”

“Wow. Okay.” Shawn says, obviously nervous.

“Alright, so let’s see what we have here. Bird saliva, ghost pepper hot sauce, pickled eggs, salmon smoothie, bull penis, crickets, clam juice and a special just for you Shawn, a whole raw tomato, stuffed with tomato purée.”

At this, Shawn winces the most.

“What a sick game this is, James.”

“I know I pride myself in coming up with it. So, would you like to start?”

“Sure sure. So, for this one I think I’m going to give you… the clam juice. James, who’s the Carpool Karaoke you least enjoyed?” Shawn chuckles as he reads off the card.

James swallows. He raises the glass and takes a sip of clam juice, coughing. The crowd is roaring with laughter and Shawn is bent over laughing.

“Haha think this is funny Mendes? Alright.” He reads the card and smirks. “Okay Shawn. For this question, you are getting… the pickled eggs.”

Shawn covers his eyes, as James turns the table so that the egg is facing him.

“Shawn. There are many rumors on you and Chloe Grace Moretz. What is really going on between you two?”

Shawn sighs. “Easy. Nothing.”



“Wow you just dodged a bullet here!”

“Yay! Seriously, I’ve never even met her in person so, I don’t really know her. Okay, so since I almost go the pickled eggs, I think you should get them too.”

“Oh noo. Okay.”

“So. James. Which Jimmy do you prefer, Fallon or Kimmel?” Shawn asks.

“Well, cheers.” And James shovels the egg down his mouth.

The crowd is louder than ever before at this point.

The game resumes, the questions getting more and more personal and the food getting more and more disgusting.

“Alright final question Shawn. And this, I think deserves the almighty tomato!”

“Darn it James.”

“Shawn. Tell me. Truthfully. Who do you like at the moment?”

The crowd “oohs” as Shawn turns red. He didn’t want to admit he liked Y/N, the famous (your profession), but he also did not want to bite into that double the disgusting tomato.

“Oh my god. James. I really don’t want to eat that.”

“Theen, answer the question.” James winks.

“Fine. I like. Y/N.”

At this, the crowd went ballistic.

“Y/N? The young famous (your profession)?”

“Yes. Like we’ve met a couple times, and she’s just so funny and kind you know? Well, shoot. People are gonna freak out.”


Part 2? Plz interact w/ me i feel like ur all ghosts💔

Imagine Mark coming to visit you while you’re sick. He brings things like stuffed animals and tomato soup to make you feel better, and ending up spending most of his time cuddling the soft stuffed animals.

“Are you okay Mark?”
“*snuggles animals* Eat your soup…”
“*giggling* Yes, sir.”



Food Journal Day 139, for the 25th of July 2017! I dined upon:

Breakfast: Banana, apple, ginger, carrot & raisin porridge with nuts (walnuts, hazelnuts, almonds & cashews), seeds (chia seeds, pumpkin seeds, linseeds, sunflower seeds & sesame seeds), powdered banana, cranberry & blueberry. So, I caved today and decided to go back to soy milk, despite prior ramblings where I said I wouldn’t. What swayed me more than anything else was the fact that, as a vegan, it’s extremely important to have a reliable source of Vitamin B12, which you have to get get from fortified foods or supplements, as it only occurs naturally in foods from animal sources. When you look at the the labels of many non-dairy milks, you’ll find B12 has been added, and that’s very much for the benefit of people like us, so we don’t develop a deficiency. As much as I loved the one I made, it’s good to have a kitchen staple that fills that role, and gives me peace of mind :)

Lunch: Leftover veggie burger, spaghetti in tomato sauce, stuffed pepper, roast carrots, roast broccoli, couscous, cucumber & beetroot salad and regular salad (spinach, chard, red lettuce & green lettuce).

Dinner: Dal with rice, onion bhaji, green beans, sliced cucumber & salad (red lettuce, green lettuce, chard & spinach).

Supper: Banana, nectarine, grape & clementine nice cream with crushed nuts (almonds, cashews, hazelnuts & walnuts) and slivered almonds.