the hunger games food

#10 CHICKEN IN CREAMY ORANGE SAUCE


Cinna invites me to sit on one of the couches and takes his place across from me. He presses a button on the side of the table. The top 65 splits and from below rises a second tabletop that holds our lunch. Chicken and chunks of oranges cooked in a creamy sauce laid on a bed of pearly white grain, tiny green peas and onions, rolls shaped like flowers, and for dessert, a pudding the color of honey. What it must be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?”


*Mushu voice* I live! It only took me like four months to post something.

This post is brought to you by one of RETHG prompts for chapters 5 & 6.

I looked at several recipes, but none of them seemed right. I decided to experiment with this one and make my own sauce. As weird as this mix may sound, it’s actually really good.

Without further ado… *drumroll*


To make chicken in creamy orange sauce you gonna need: 

  • 1 big chicken breast (*deep breaths* nope, I won’t say what I want to say)
  • 2 tablespoons of clarified butter
  • ½ of onion
  • 1 orange (mine was really big so I used ½ of it, but I feel like I could’ve used whole)
  • 250ml of cream (18%)
  • dried thyme
  • salt and pepper

English is not my first language so bear with me.

#1 Dice chicken breast and season with salt and pepper. Add 1 tablespoon of butter in a frying pan, add chicken and fry for 10-15 minutes. Set aside.

Nope. My cat totally did not bribe me into giving her some chicken with her pretty eyes. Nope. I’m not that weak *cough*.

#2 In another pan, add 1 tablespoon of butter and fry your onion for 2–3 minutes. Add orange juice and chunks. Add a bit of dried thyme to taste. Cook for 3 minutes on medium heat. Don’t stir. 

#3 Gradually add cream. Cook for 8 minutes and mix your sauce with chicken. Add salt and pepper to taste.

#4 Serve with white rice.


So fancy. Somebody call Vogue.

Enjoy!


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The first chapter of my You’ve Got Mail AU is here!!

Peeta and Katniss are Tumblr mutuals who have told each other nothing about each other irl, especially not their real names. Little do they know that Katniss is set to inherit her family’s big chain bakery business that’s slowly encroaching on smaller bakeries like Peeta’s family’s corner shop.

FFN | AO3

ID #12760

Name: Helena
Age: 15
Country: Spain

Hey, I’m Helena. I was born in China but I live in Spain since I was little. I speak English, Catalan, Spanish and a bit of French. I’ve been feeling really lonely and sad and I guess I neeed someone to talk to and someone I can trust. At first, I am a bit shy but in real life I’m completely crazy. I want someone I can send stupid memes and laugh.
I’m in love with food.
I’m a crazy fangirl. I LOVE reading books (Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Eleanor & Park, The Hunger Games, TMI, whatever). I’m in love with Game of Thrones. It’s been weeks, but I’m still obsessed with 13 Reasons Why. I also LOVE Marvel films.
We can talk about any stupid thing but I also like having deep conversations about life or anything you want.
My music tastes go from Lana del Rey, Ed Sheeran and One Direction to Metallica, AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Guns N’ Roses…
I’m also into drawing and writing, though I can’t say I’m great.
I want someone I can talk to freely and preferently that likes something of the above :) I’m very sensible and pessimist, so I really need someone positive that cheers me up.

Preferences: Any gender or sexualiaty. Someone with an open-mind. Ages between 13 and 17.

Peeta’s Cheese Bread from Catching Fire

I was addicted to adventure novels when I was a teenager. Still am. Though my attention has shifted marginally towards well-written fanfiction, there is still a large place in my heart for Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Lord of the Rings, and the Hunger Games. While I have created recipes for each of these series and have many more to go, the Hunger games has been the greatest challenge in the fact that it’s the Hunger Games

A vegetable medley or the shockingly grandeur spreads at the games’ ceremonies didn’t feel appropriate for the introduction of a new series into our menu. Yet Peeta is appropriate for every situation, so bring on the bread boy. 

*NOTE: This recipe requires either a bread cloche or a large dutch oven.

-MJ & K

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More domestic Roadrat headcanons because I have nothing else to do

(Do not tag as kin/me/id)

- The Junkers collect their own wanted posters. Not because they don’t want to be caught– but because they find them hilarious.

- Junkrat is a collector– he usually finds pig related items for Roadhog and the occasional cute plush thing, but he also collects shiny objects (i.e someone’s lost ring) for the hell of it

- Junkrat likes to sit in Roadhog’s lap. Not in a sexual way, but just to be close to him

- Relating to the above, Roadhog sometimes rests his head on Junkrat’s while he’s in his lap.

- Roadhog steals books from wherever they go if it’s convenient, as a way to pass downtime and give let Junkrat read the classics. (‘Rat liked Great Expectations until the end, was terrified by 1984, and couldn’t get through the first page of Pride And Prejudice)

- Roadhog witnessed the loss of one of Junkrat’s limbs and that was the moment he realized he cared for him and needed to be more protective.

- Junkrat enjoys laying on Roadhog’s belly (who wouldn’t tho lol)

- Junkrat is That Guy who talks during the whole movie and Roadhog HATES it. (ex. “Why the hell is it called the Hunger Games if it’s not about food?” “Just shut up and watch the damn movie”)

- Both of them don’t give two shits about Australian or world politics

- Roadhog can sew. He taught Junkrat a little bit, but his stitches are a little clumsy and rushed. Junkrat attempted to make a scarf for Roadhog, but it was uneven. Roadhog still wears it though.

- They’ve both witnessed the other crying.

The Ultron Games

A/N: Hunger Games + Marvel

I now know what George R. R Martin feels like. I tried to not make it too dark, but if you’re not okay with your faves dying, I do not suggest reading. I used the BrantSteele Hunger Games simulator for this, so all the fights etc are from that.

p.s ultron is an asshole


You awoke to find yourself confined in a small tube surrounded in darkness. You strained hard, trying to figure out how you got there, but you had no recollection of previous events.

The ground beneath you started to ascend. You steadied yourself, unprepared for the sudden movement. Bright light assaulted your eyes as you were raised out of the claustrophobic space into a large field. You looked around, and noticed your friends in a large circle standing on a metal platform.

You narrowed your eyes as you spotted Loki on one of the platforms, mildly surprised he was there too. He shrugged at your gaze, just as oblivious as to what was happening as you. Your gazed moved away from Loki to a silver coned shaped building in the middle of the field and you froze. A Cornucopia. You had seen the movie, and read the books, but yet you still didn’t want to believe it.

An image flickered across the sky and a voice rang out, loud and mocking. Ultron. You glared at his smug, vibranium face as he stared everyone down, his image imposed on the dome.

“Have you watched the Hunger games?” he asked. “I have. And I was simply fascinated at the idea of pitting humans against each other and wiping themselves out for me. So, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“You can’t make us kill each other, Ultron! We won’t do it,” Tony screamed out.

Ultron laughed. “I know, which is why I added some precautions and threw in some incentive. You see, this is a simulation, designed and created by yours truly with some tweaks of my own. Whether you choose to murder your friends or not is not up to you. The only way back to reality is to become the victor or be killed. Resist killing your friends, and the urge to kill them will just grow stronger.”

Everyone shared uneasy glances with each other.

“Why kill the Avengers when I can make them live with the memories of being slaughtered by the ones they love?” he said wickedly. “Or worse, make them live with nightmares of them butchering their friends.”

“We will fight this, Ultron!” Wanda shouted.

“My dear, the more you fight it, the more your humanity slips away. It’s better to embrace it,” he paused and you realized his eyes were on Bruce. “In here, you have no gamma radiation, no godlike powers, nothing. But, maybe if I feel like, I will allow one of you to regain your abilities for a spectacular kill.”

Pietro who was on the platform next to you rolled his eyes. “Please. Shut up.”

Ultron chuckled and a countdown appeared. “Oh, did I add you will feel everything that happens in here? It’s quite like real life.” 10 seconds. “Have fun.” 7 seconds. “Let the games begin, and may the cannons ring loud!” 0 seconds.

You uneasily stepped off your platform, as did everyone else. No one dared to move further.

Ultron sighed. “I knew your morals would be a buzzkill right away, which is why I decided to implement tendencies to murder in all of you. But for now, might want to back away from Sam, Y/N and Tony.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I feel fine.”

“Sam doesn’t!” Natasha shouted. You whipped your head towards her to see Sam attacking her in a blind rage. “Sam, snap out of it!”

The sudden commotion seemed to set everyone into motion. Those who didn’t flee from the cornucopia started gathering supplies. You noticed Gamora gathering as much food as she could, and Erik picked up a pair of sais. Weapons. There were weapons. You ran towards a sickle and grabbed it, hoping to help Natasha who was still battling Sam.

You started in her direction but stopped when you saw Tony pick up a molotov and aim it at Bucky. “Tony, stop!”

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sacheland  asked:

HC Yuuri makes cute japanese bento for Viktor everytime he's in Russia and Viktor always posts them on instagram and everyone would be like, 'omg Yuuri Katsuki is such a perfect husband' (and the russian team would try to steal the bento because Yuuri's bento is a gift for humankind, so lunch time would be a fight to the death)

Lunchtime at the Russian rink when Yuuri brings home cooked food is like the hunger games arena and Yakov has long given up trying to stop it!