FOOOOOOD.
This had been dangling at the ink phase for over a month. One sleeve of Oreo double stuf and a mug of milk later and I’m burning through Painter like I’ve got a freaking power star.
Hikaru and Deeum are about to lay waste to a Dragon’s Nest. No humans allowed! That means you, Chelsea. :(
Now I go and spend the rest of this Oreo high in Diablo 3 before Robert goes to work. :9
If I were to start inking that pile of junk food now, I’d be here until at least 9. And with this awful demon chair… no.
Besides, uh… later I’ll have real-life reference materials for at least the muffin tier. Yeah.
Ugh, being reduced to single-display mode sucks. Sure, it allows me to focus better, but I hate having to alt-tab to check reference images and such. Boo. That said, it’s WIP time after a loooong break from the Ramen, and it’s the long awaited “junk food” piece:
When a dragon’s gotta eat, she’s going to eat. At EPIC proportions.
Deeum has something that she makes Velan prepare every so often… the “Dragon’s Nest,” a platter of sweets that no smarmy human could hope to conquer (though they’re damn welcome to try). Donuts, muffins, twisted/glazed bar donuts, marshmallow squares (aka Rice Krispy Treats), Twinkies and, on top of it all, a glazed cinnamon pull-apart bundt cake. If that doesn’t sound evil, I don’t know what does.
Hikaru joins in for this session of face-stuffing (dragons gotta fuel the regen somehow). As much as she hates that this requires another kitchen explosion to create… well… you can’t say no to a mountain of sweets. Woe unto anyone who dares to steal even a single piece off that pile. Even if you’re Chelsea. (I would also think that Numair would know that it is NOT worth being subject to a Deeum-brand clobbering… Hikaru would probably just glare him into the floor and, uh, not do anything to help. Yeah. that’s right.)
There’s still some things to be added in (like the couch and the milk/coffee pitchers and such) but you can see where my priorities were in this wireframe. :P
Why do I do this stuff at 3:30am? Ahahaha.
Ordinarily I don’t go downstairs because of LOL BULLDOGS– they are why the kitchen is sealed much of the day, and I cannot be seen downstairs else they just go batshit at the sight of me. But I guess these headaches I wake up with (because 80% of the time I only get to eat once a day) might have triggered some kind of desperation action since next thing I know I’m ninja-ing my way downstairs to make breakfast and hopefully not wake the dogs. @_@
I am mostly successful; the sound of pouring cereal or the creek of the refridgerator door or even the hiss and crackle of the pseudo-George Foreman that I use to make sausages isn’t enough to wake the monsters… or rather, two out of 3 of them. The female is a light sleeper and she’s the most problematic of the three; she’s easy to incite into a barking fury, MORESO if Kestine follows me because the two hate each other. Short of locking Kestine up before I go downstairs (which is more or less impossible), I cannot stop him from following me into the kitchen, so I’ve pretty much a very small window to get stuff done before trouble starts up. >_>;
ANYWAY, the haul is mini pancakes (they are rediculously adorable), sausages and Cocoa Puffs. Yes, I am a kid! :P And you know, I don’t care because it’s food and it fends off the “ohgod if I don’t eat something right now I’m going to diiiiiie” headache that loves to clobber me awake with. (Well, it’s half-headache and half-icky tummy rumbling that kicks in after about 12 hours. If you’ve ever had to fast for bloodwork or something, you’d know this to some degree.) This leads up to the half-baked post about breakfast.
– french toast OR chocolate chip pancakes
– scrambled eggs
– sausages
– hash browns
The above four? Full. of. win. (with apologies to bacon fans… I dunno, bacon just never did it for me)
I become a freaking Yoshi Monster if you were to let me loose inside a breakfast buffet. Ah, memories of Las Vegas, in which we always ate breakfast at least ONCE at the Excalibur. (I want to go back there someday. I love that freaking hotel!) On a more local level, Hometown Buffet should be glad I’ve only shown up for breakfast once, because I would freaking obliterate it! OMNOMNOMNOM.
Bonus win:
– cinnamon rolls (most times we raid Montclair Plaza, I end up wandering into Cinnabon >_>; Ask ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
brendala for proof)
– chocolate cereal… chocolate ANYTHING, actually
– flaky buttermilk biscuits (including crescent rolls ’cause those are flaky)
Sausages have an interesting history with me here… as with most of my favorite foods, they were something father turned me onto. Flash back to little 7 year old Yoshi at the breakfast table before going to school, and father was making one of those frozen breakfast boxes and he was all “try this sausage patty, it’s like a hamburger!” (I think we’d gotten McDonalds the night before.) And it was so very very tasty. :)
I imagine this also factors into how it became one of my two preferred pizza toppings, but I don’t remember the EXACT context. (Together, this also leads into my preference for “sweet” sausage… which, of course, is not literally sweet, but just not OMFGSPICY like the sausage you would eat with pasta or other dinner food.)
While we’re at it, there was this one Friday morning in Newspaper and someone brought in micro-sized pigs in a blanket– not wrapped in pancakes but rather dipped in pancake batter and fried. So, kinda like a breakfast version of corn dogs. OMG. With cinnamon syrup, this is Breakfast Yoshi Crack! o_o
I think I’ll stop it right there, mostly so I can finish my Cocoa Puffs before they get too soggy. :P
Also, after a HUUUUUGE dry spell, there will be the return of Instant Ramen Sketchbook as part of an art trade with dmscv. About time, I’ve needed something to kick me into picking up the stylus again.
Dear Internet, how do you take your poultry?
I’m a boneless person. Nuggets, strips, etc, as long as it doesn’t have bones, I will nom it! (Also? Sauceless. I am indeed a wimp on the spice-o-meter.) You get all the meat, and never have to deal with the WTF moment that is “what the hell is this hard thing that interferes with munching?!” Not to mention, if you so desire, you can even dip it into ranch or honey or whatever tickles your fancy. Most of the time it’s a lot cleaner and not as greasy as normal chicken.
…I know, right? “Ew, greasy chicken?” And this is coming from someone who doesn’t mind a little dribble on her pizza. I don’t know. I just find that part of chicken-with-bone to be a bit overkill. Not to mention it’s a bit wasteful, no? There’s always a little meat left on the bone but you can’t quite get it without catching some of the not-so-nomtastic skin and that’s kind of boo.
Boneless, however… none of that nonsense! Popcorn chicken (or sauceless, boneless wings, which is pretty much a slightly larger version of it) is perfect. Dip if you are so inclined, pop and munch! Nuggets are fun, too; I’ll admit for specifically going for the star-shaped nuggets at the market for the cute value, though the points have an added utility value of being able to hold a dry spot while dunking in honey or ranch.
Then there’s chicken parmesan which is so ridiculously awesome, especially with spaghetti. Holy smoo is that ever so nomtasty. It is also win in sandwich form!
So… what brought this on? Well, it’s Wednesday (for about 10 more minutes) and thus pizza night. Except… Pizza Hut kinda fudged it and gave me normal chicken wings instead of the boneless that I specified, and like the dork I am I didn’t check until after I’d gone back upstairs. Not one to let otherwise-edible food go to waste (nor did I think it worthwhile to ring up the store and raise a stink about freaking half-price wings), they were nommed anyway, but with a slight tinge of boo. At least they didn’t have any sauce.
New TV gets here next week. Totally using my Best Buy rewards points to loot Super Mario Galaxy 2. >:D