Multifandom Trashcan

So, I have been super behind on posting both writing and drawings. I figured for today I would post a feel good Friday food mention.

Since I love cooking, I thought I would post one of my fave recipes that I made just the other night. The ultimate comfort dish with cheese, green onion and Oprah’s (and my) favorite ingredient, bread.

Above pictured is my cheesy shrimp ciabatta bread. 

“To trust is sometimes to surrender.” she grinned cheekily.

“You did not just quote Victor Hugo at me.” I replied rolling my eyes. 

“Well, since you caught on, I was trying to be cryptic and mysterious.” her smile growing ever brighter.

I felt the corners of my mouth fight to remain serious as I returned a small smile. Why was she always so frustratingly difficult and funny at the same time? It was impossible to remain serious if her intention was to make you laugh.

“Say what you will, I am not trusting you alone with my mac and cheese.” I crossed my arms and quirked a brow at her. “Besides, there is nothing cryptic when I know the ketchup is in the fridge and you insist on putting that monstrosity of a condiment on everything pure in this world.”

Grabbing her shirt pocket she gasped, feigning her appalment. “Firstly, I am appalled. Secondly, I only insist on putting it on mac and cheese.”

“Yeah, My mac and cheese.” I paused in reverence of the freshly made pasta simmering in its gooey cheddar coating. “Why would you mar such perfection. You put ketchup on it and it looks like a stand in for Julius Caesar after Cassius and the Senators did the ole Stab and Jab.” 

“Ugh fine,” she turned away waving her hand at her roommate. “Just remember, it wasn’t just Cassius who coordinated that attack. Right, Brutus?”

My eyes widened in horror as I heard a cap snap open. Feeling a part of my soul die as realization flooded through me, I turned to face my other roommate who had snuck in like the unholy specter she was. “That was our last box of macaroni. Down falls Caesar.”