I’m clearly feeling slightly better as I’ve just spent a good ten minutes being furious about all the wrong trifles on the internet.
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Over most holidays, the Sweet Partner in Crime and I usually do some culinary-themed travel. Since we're at home this year, I present to you: The Thread of Good Food!
A delivery with dry ice at the start of our staycation offered us a start with Spooky Manhattans.
First up: a Rigatoni Pasta Bake that originated as a batch of Pasta Puttanesca and quickly escalated. (Pairing: Ca'Rozzeria Chianti Classico Riserva)
Next came a wonderful Turkish fish stew with capers and olives. (Pairing: Rhinegeist Truth IPA -- trust me.)
https://t.co/Miyn9PXrHR
Up next: Waffle tots with sausage and arugula, topped with a fried egg.
Xmas day brought us this wonderful lamb stew with a Guinness base. (Know the pic's not 'gram worthy, but hey...)
Paired with Gargantua Pantagruel Syrah.
https://t.co/u0irJKwRtI
A delivery with dry ice at the start of our staycation offered us a start with Spooky Manhattans.
First up: a Rigatoni Pasta Bake that originated as a batch of Pasta Puttanesca and quickly escalated. (Pairing: Ca'Rozzeria Chianti Classico Riserva)
Next came a wonderful Turkish fish stew with capers and olives. (Pairing: Rhinegeist Truth IPA -- trust me.)
https://t.co/Miyn9PXrHR
Up next: Waffle tots with sausage and arugula, topped with a fried egg.
Xmas day brought us this wonderful lamb stew with a Guinness base. (Know the pic's not 'gram worthy, but hey...)
Paired with Gargantua Pantagruel Syrah.
https://t.co/u0irJKwRtI
#bkdk sfw, drabble
-🍛
"Suprise, Kacchan!"
Izuku happily wiggles, hopping from one foot to the other like an excitable toddler, despite the fact that he's 6 foot something and a venerable powerhouse of a pro hero.
In his hand is a plate of… something… messy from each edge.
There's a message written on top in some sort of sauce, but the sauce had gotten absorbed in the rice. The mishmashed mush of vegetables (?) kind of looked like something you would pull out of a shower drain.
But the meat looks good? Browned chicken, maybe a little overspiced.
"The hell's this?"
"I made you dinner!" Izuku ushers Katsuki towards the dining table, hardly letting him take off his jacket first.
As soon as Katsuki sits, a napkin gets shoved in his lap as if they're at a fancy restaurant. Izuku becomes a whirlwind, flitting this way
and that in their home until there are a number of candles lit.
It would make the ambiance more romantic if it wasn't still daylight outside. It was closer to lunchtime than dinner, but Katsuki would let him have this.
He, instead, stares down at [the meal] and carefully schools his features. He isn't sure if he looks deadpan or intrigued like he means to, because as soon as he looks close, the veggies /jump/ on the plate, bubbling like they're still boiling.
-🍛
"Suprise, Kacchan!"
Izuku happily wiggles, hopping from one foot to the other like an excitable toddler, despite the fact that he's 6 foot something and a venerable powerhouse of a pro hero.
In his hand is a plate of… something… messy from each edge.
uwu Katsuki forcing himself to eat Deku's shitty meals \U0001f91f\U0001f62b and not telling the other that it sucks
— \U0001f4a5\U0001f966CHUBBY DEKU CONNOISEUR\U0001f966\U0001f4a5 (@WeebTrash04) January 9, 2021
There's a message written on top in some sort of sauce, but the sauce had gotten absorbed in the rice. The mishmashed mush of vegetables (?) kind of looked like something you would pull out of a shower drain.
But the meat looks good? Browned chicken, maybe a little overspiced.
"The hell's this?"
"I made you dinner!" Izuku ushers Katsuki towards the dining table, hardly letting him take off his jacket first.
As soon as Katsuki sits, a napkin gets shoved in his lap as if they're at a fancy restaurant. Izuku becomes a whirlwind, flitting this way
and that in their home until there are a number of candles lit.
It would make the ambiance more romantic if it wasn't still daylight outside. It was closer to lunchtime than dinner, but Katsuki would let him have this.
He, instead, stares down at [the meal] and carefully schools his features. He isn't sure if he looks deadpan or intrigued like he means to, because as soon as he looks close, the veggies /jump/ on the plate, bubbling like they're still boiling.
