#winter cooking

[vegan-nom-noms]

TOFU SHEPHERD'S PIE

[elminx]

This Meal Is Going To Be My New Gluten Free Obsession

1 package gnocchi (I used sweet potato) 2 slices bacon 1 Red Bell Pepper 4 oz. chevre 1/8 cup white wine 1/4 cup baby spinach Green onion Salt

Cook bacon in a wide pan until it is crispy, remove and discard half of the fat

Pan-fry the bell peppers until they are soft

Add in gnocchi; cook for 10-15 minutes until they start to brown

Deglaze the pot with wine, take off the heat

Add goat cheese and spinach and stir until cheese is melted and spinach wilts.

Serve with green onion on top.

Makes 2.5 servings

Beware, of course, that not all pre-made gnocchi on the market is gluten-free; make sure you check the package!

And enjoy.

[amethystsoda]

homemade cranberry syrup! ❤️

[mold0000]

prep for veggie soup

[imagineannemorgan]

The cold has arrived. I look forward to soup and slow cooker season every year. It's my favourite time of year. I made lemon chicken and barely soup and homemade quince paste. We didn't have enough sugar, so I made one batch with honey. It's much better than the store bought version.

I post these regularly to my instagram thegoththatbites, I'm hoping to make lemon curd, pear tarts and puff pastry from scratch soon.

[miseries-mistress]

ᴅᴀʏ 4: ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ | ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ʰᵒˡⁱᵈᵃʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ ²⁰²²

⋆꙳·❅*‧ BAKING COOKIES ‧*❆ ₊⋆

warnings: afab reader, spicy, very spicy, no smut but…it was close, wolffe being in a bad mood, but when is he not???, i promise i didn't intend for this to be so spicy, but wolffe's hot, so it's okay. w/c: 1033

notes: this is pretty ass, sorry about that

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"Wolffe, can you hand me the flour?" you inquire, looking up from the holopad while Wolffe leans nonchalantly against the countertop, his arms crossed over his imposing figure. He rolls his eyes, pushing off the counter to grab the bag as he stops beside you. 

"I could think of more than enough things we could be doing with my free time instead of baking cookies," Wolffe says bitterly, his hand coming to rest on the counter while you look up at him exasperated. 

"I told you already, we are going to do something besides fucking each other for the rest of the night, and I need to bake cookies, so quit whining and help me." You huff, turning back toward the rest of your ingredients. You can practically feel the tension rolling off him in waves of displeasure. Before you know it, his hands wrap around your waist, your back harshly colliding with the wall of muscle that is Wolffe. 

"Can't you keep it in your pants for an hour so I can make some goddamn cookies?" you insist while your frustration begins its dangerous climb. 

"Not when I'm around you, mesh'la," Wolffe huffs, his hands mapping their way across your waist before wandering to the valleys of your torso. His hands are warm and calloused as they glide effortlessly under your shirt and over the plush of your skin. They trace the outline of different dips as if his hands have memorized this path thousands of times. 

"Fuck," his words are a gravelly whisper, the undertone of want poking through. You're not about to lie and say the husky plea in his voice doesn't reduce you to a puddle of unsteady limbs, but that's far from the point. His hands dip lower, halting above your dripping sex, waiting. A needy whine falls from your lips before you can stop it as you grab the counter to regain some sense of stability. 

"You like that, don't you? Tell me what you need, pretty girl, my needy girl." 

"Fucking hell Wolffe, the cookies–"

"-can wait," he finishes with a growl, pressing himself against you. It's sinful how easily you crumble under your desire, how skillfully he can make you compliant and needy, and with your mind clouded over in the familiar haze of lust, you can't find it within yourself to care. 

You catch a glimpse of the flour as though it was mocking you for your joke of resolve to make cookies tonight. The cookies needed to be done by morning for Life Day, you promised your friend. Stupid cookies, you wordlessly grumble as You sigh and back away from his touch. 

Wolffe's hands fall to his side, his eye gleaming with unbridled lust meshed with his sexual frustration he couldn't seem to tame. 

"Cookies first," you declare, throwing your desire to the side while fixing your shirt, returning to the holopad. Wolffe would have admired your resolve and determination if he wasn't so restless. Of course, it was mainly because it was so fun to break, but now he's standing in the kitchen like an idiot with a hard-on pressed against the pants you had loaned him, he felt anything but admiration. 

The process of making cookies was reasonably straightforward, for the ingredients were simple with even easier steps, but with Wolffe's intense staring, every moment felt like a lifetime. 

But as time passed and you asked him to do something, he did so without complaining or rolling his eyes. He just remained uncharacteristically quiet and complacent. It was clear that he wanted something from you, but what? You didn't know the answer to that yet. 

With Wolffe's help, making the dough went faster than you anticipated. Then, with the cookies spread over a pan ready to be put in the oven, you began to clean up. That was until you were putting away the flour. You didn't know how it happened; you were just trying to close the bag when flour flew everywhere and hit a special someone: Wolffe. 

You both froze, neither moving as flour paints Wolffe's bare chest and face. It takes a moment for him to even register what has transpired as he stares wide-eyed at you before they turn black, darkened by something- annoyance, irritation- really anything besides gentle. His lips curl into a snarl wiping the white powder from his features with painstaking slowness. As if with each swipe of the powder, his irritability festers over your mistake. 

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, fast and furious, and the fear of what comes next is a cold, deadly brush, but you can't move. No matter how much you craved to put space between you and Wolffe, your feet betray you, defiantly rooted in their spot. 

"I'm sorry–" you didn't even begin to finish when Wolffe's hand reaches into the bag and hurls a handful of flour at you. The flour hits you roughly in the chest, spraying everywhere. You gape at Wolffe's smug face with a dumbfounded expression and parted lips in stunned surprise. His scowl travels with unnerving thoroughness over your form. All the while, his eyes still harbor the same darkness as before, except you can detect something wolfish carried in his stare that most definitely wasn't there earlier. It is enough to make a shiver run down the length of your spine, goosebumps prickling against your skin.

Finally, he takes a step forward, and your breath quickens. He notices it. He always catches the subtle changes in the air, in you, and how to use it to his advantage in his game of pride; to make you beg so sweetly for gratification is a thrill he could never slake. You can only imagine his every inflated ego growing over your subordination.

He stops in front of you. His presence is ever intimidating. Broad shoulders, dark eye brimming with carnal desire, and the intense silver of his cybernetic one are enough to make everyone question their next move when they are stared down by the burly commander, and you're no exception. 

"Filthy girl," Wolffe lewdly spits, his gaze turning predatory. "Making a mess of yourself." 

The cookies didn't even make it into the oven.

[pastasoupp]

Chicken tomato stew! 🍅🍗

I fell in love with making this delicious stew for my self! So I would like to share it with you all :) it's perfect for those cold winter days! I don't have any measurements because I eyeball everything so make it how you like! Also add in and take out ingredients if you wish .

Ingredients:

♡ Chicken

♡Onion

♡Potato

♡Shimeji Mushrooms or white mushrooms (or whatever mushrooms you want!)

♡Garlic

♡Canned tomatoes crushed or diced (But use a food blender to crush up the diced tomatoes so it'll be more liquid like) or blend up your own tomatoes!

♡Olive oil

♡Salt & pepper

♡Sugar

♡Cayenne pepper seasoning

♡Chicken Stock cubed or powder

♡Water

♡ 1 Bay leaf

♡Parsley

How to make it:

Step one: cut up your chicken, onion, potatoes, and mushrooms into bite size pieces. Also mince the garlic and season the chicken with salt & pepper.

Step two: crush up your tomatoes to be more liquidly but you can for sure have some chunkyness to it.

Step three: heat up your pot or iron cast pot to medium heat. Add in your olive oil, garlic and onion and fry it untill the onions are soft.

Step four: Add in your chicken and fry until most of the chicken is seared and you can't see most of the pink color of the chicken.

Step five: Add in your potatoes and mushrooms. Fry for 2-3 minutes.

Step six: Add in your water (I would say I used 1 cup of water. But use more if you want to make a big batch) Mix around the ingredients in it and then bring it to a boil. Once it's a boil, add in your chicken cube or powder, pepper, sugar, and Cayenne pepper seasoning. Mix your stew again.

Step seven: Add in your tomatoes and mix it in your stew. Add the Bay leaf in it too. Wait for it to boil again.

Step eight: Once it's boiling, slightly cover your pot so there is some of the inside showing. Then turn the heat to a low setting (On my stove I put it at 4) and let it cook for 15 minutes.

Step nine: Just mix up your stew and add in the parsley! Now enjoy your stew!

[shoku-and-awe]

Big family dinner: my late Hungarian grandmother’s sauerkraut pork ribs with apples. It’s usually served with potatoes—the first time I had it was with fries, but it’s also good with chunky or thin-sliced roasted potatoes, and I’ve also made it with knedliky. The savory pork is so delicious with the sourness, and the apples add sweetness and—this time—a bit of good luck! See?

Lucky star for the new year! (Oh yeah, this is also a good use for bruised or older apples.) Or if you wanna do less work for a similar combo of ingredients, sometimes I’ll just pan-fry pork and serve it with a relish made from apples, balsamic vinegar, and rosemary. Yum. Anyway, recipe behind cut.

My grandmother’s recipe is really minimal in terms of instruction...

1 large onion 2 apples 1 large bag sauerkraut Garlic Brown sugar (to taste) Country style pork ribs

Saute first 5 ingredients, adding apples only at the end so they don’t disintegrate. Rub ribs with garlic, sprinkle with paprika and black pepper. Brown ribs. Place ribs on top of sauerkraut. Cover with foil. Bake at 350 for 1 hour.

...so my mom will sometimes supplement a bit from this recipe, which includes sliced roasted potatoes as the base. Also very delicious but you have to be careful not to let it overflow the pan.