Bakery, sweets and pastries in Spanish 🍰
This list is only 1% of all the desserts around the world. Some of them may be called or written differently in your country! Add more to the list as you like and tag the ones you’ve tasted 🥞
**There are also some key words which may help understanding.
Arroz con leche. Rice pudding
Baclava. Baklava
Barquillo. Wafer
Berlinesa. Berliner
Bizcocho. Sponge cake, lady finger
Bollo. Bread roll, hard roll, sweet bun, cupcake
Bollo de leche, bollo suizo. Brioche
Bollo de piña. Pineapple bun
Brazo de gitano. Swiss roll
Bretzel, pretzel. Pretzel
Canelé. Canelé
Carquiñol, biscote. Biscotti, cantuccini
Churro. Churro
Coca. “Coca” or cake*
Conejito. Similar to Berliner
Crepe. Crêpe
Cruasán. Croissant
Cuerno de crema, canutillo, caracola. Cream horn
Dulce de leche, cajeta. Soft toffee, caramel, condensed milk candy
Empanada. “Empanada” which is a stuffed pastry
Ensaimada. Coiled puffed pastry
Estrúdel. Strudel
Genovesa. Genoise
Gofre, wafle, waffle. Waffle
Guirlache. Almond brittle
Hojaldre. Puff pastry
Islas flotantes. Floating island
Lengua de gato, bizcocho de soletilla. Ladyfingers
Macarrón. Macaron
Manjar blanco. Similar to blancmange
Mantecada. Flat muffin
Masa quebrada. Shortcrust pastry
Mazamorra. Mazamorra
Mazapán. Marzipan
Miguelitos. Soft puff pastry with a creamy custard-like filling
Milhojas. Mille-feuille, vanilla slice, custard slice, Napoleon
Nata. Cream
Nata montada. Whipped cream
Natilla. Custard
Neula. Straw-shaped wafer
Palmera. Palmier, palm leaf
Pan. Bread
Pan dulce. Sweet bread
Panela. Panela
Panqueque, tortita. Pancake
Pastafrola. Pastafrola
Pastel. Cake or pie
Pastel de Arequipe. A type of turnover
Pastel de Belém o pastel de nata. Portuguese egg tart pastry
Pastel de cereza. Cherry pie
Pastel de Luna. Mooncake
Pastel de pecanas. Pecan pie
Pedos de monja. Small egg and flour biscuits
Picarón. Picaron
Pionono. “Pionono”, rolled sweet pastry
Polvorón. “Polvorón”, crumbly shortbread
Praliné. Praline
Profiterol. Profiterole
Quesito. Cheese-filled pastry twist
Rollo de canela, espiral de canela. Cinnamon roll
Rosquillas de Santa Clara. Anise and meringue donut
Tarta. Pie or cake
Tarta de manzana, pastel de manzana. Apple pie
Tarte Tatin. Tarte Tatin
Torpil, pastel torpedo. Torpedo dessert
Torta. Cake or pie
Tortel. Whipped cream-filled pastry
Turrón. Turron, nougat candy
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Beastly Beautiful | Jeonghan | Ch.5
Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of Life (SoL), AU!Jeonghan, Elite!Jeonghan
Word Count: 3.4k+
A/N: my angels who waited for so long, here’s ch.5! again, I’m sorry this took long, school’s been busy and i’ve finally mustered up the courage to write even though less ppl read this. It’s for you! ^^ enjoy!
Summary: Two different people, two different personalities, yet destiny brings them together.
Ch.4 || Ch.5
“I see you’ve grown into a handsome young man.”
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“I’m going for a swim later.” Jeonghan called out to Mr. Ryu. “Prepare my towel and shampoo.”
It was another day at the Yoon Manor and Jeonghan fully recovered from his bruises he had from a few weeks prior. Seeing him almost everyday made you more and more flustered around him. Ever since that day that he opened up to you and slowly, he was showing you more sides him you never knew he had. There were times were he would be cranky and annoying but mostly he was rather... attractive.
Jeonghan on the other hand, was gradually used to seeing you around as well. He used to be so irked out whenever he saw you, but as time passed, he found himself looking at you more. He didn’t realise how pretty you actually were, how kind you were and your patience on him was beyond this world. Sometimes he smiled unknowingly and got caught by his servants, which he immediately frowned at them and denied he was smiling at you.
“Very well Young master.” Mr Ryu bowed as he took his leave, only to be interrupted by Jeonghan once again.
“Oh and ask Y/N to join me. Bring some desserts as well.”
“Very well.”
School had been busy lately as you and Jeonghan were given more than ten essay reports by the principal. ‘Honours written essays’ was what he called it, which were all finished three days ago. The both of you pulled all-nighters in order to cease the constant messaging and flying emails from Mr. Lim. Now all that’s done, it was time to relax, so Jeonghan decided it was a good time to go for a swim.
You were snacking on the desserts that Mr. Song prepared after lunch and Mr. Ryu came in, “Miss Y/N, Young master has called for you.” he turned to his co-workers, “Everyone, we can take our break.”
You munched on the biscuits and nodded. “Noted, Mr. Ryu.”
Jeonghan wasn’t much of a sweet tooth but you recalled him saying that Mr. Song’s desserts were exceptionally delicious. He even had a bowl of choux creme profiteroles filled with strawberry cream on his working table as his treat. Though contrasted with his salty and bitter personality, you hadn’t seen his sweet side, just yet.
“President Jeonghan? Here are the desserts from Mr. Song.” you said as you placed it on the center table and walked to where the pool was. Jeonghan was no where to be seen. “Pres?”
You felt a towel wrapped on you, Jeonghan’s arms too. “I told you to call me Jeonghan.” he rolled his eyes.
“Okay, Jeonghan.” you crossed your arms with a tug on your lips. “What’s with the towel?”
“We’re going indoor swimming. Besides you’re wearing a suitable outfit and I need someone to check the temperature out.” he placed his hands on your waist and carried you.
“Jeonghan, put me down!” you said as he only laughed. Much to your continuous protests, Jeonghan didn’t seem to listen, eyes glued to the pool. “You know I can’t-”
“On three! One... Three!” he threw you to the pool while you squealed. “How’s the temperature? Is it warm enough?”
The water was warm enough, however, your ears were clogged and the pool was too deep. You panicked and vigourously moved your arms and legs, and the obvious fact was, you feared the water, because of a childhood trauma. Jeonghan didn’t know that but you wished he did. “Jeong- I can’t-” you tried to say but water kept being vacuumed up by you.
“What? It’s cold? I’m not going in then!” he continued laughing, his voice starting to be faint with you slowly to sinking into the deep.
You screamed your lungs out and you thought you pulled a muscle on your leg.
Crap, both of your legs were cramped.
Jeonghan’s laughter stopped when he realised you wouldn’t stop splashing. Then it hit him, you were about to drown. He stared stiffly before shaking his head and immediately dived in when he saw you plunged underwater slightly.
“It’s okay. I got you. Stop moving!”
You cried and coughed as he put his arms around your waist, swam up, and placed you on a chair. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know you couldn’t-”
Slap.
Jeonghan blinked. Like a slow motioned scene when a bomb went off and everything went quiet, his ears deafened and the only thing he could hear was a high pitched key.
“What the heck Jeonghan?!” you breathed heavily while you cried.
He held his cheek and slowly looked at you. To be slapped by the person he might’ve liked because he did something wrong, Jeonghan knew he deserved it. “I’m sorry, I-”
“You didn’t listen to me! I tried to stop you but still threw me!” you said loudly as more tears made their way out. “How dare you!” you stood up but your legs gave in, Jeonghan held you before you even fell.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he held you tightly in his arms, “Forgive me.”
“I was so scared.” you cried.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” he placed his lips on your forehead, hoping you would notice, but he figured you were too emotional to notice.
Little did he know, you did.
“Oh goodness gracious! What’s going on here?” Mrs. Bu came in with some colas. “Why is Miss Y/N crying?”
“My legs are cramped. Jeonghan threw me to the pool and, and--” you hiccupped.
“Young master! Do mind your manners! You threw her into the pool without caring!” Mrs. Bu scolded Jeonghan, who stood up with his blonde locks dangling in front of his eyes, guilty and pained expressions seen on his face. “Come come, Miss Y/N. I’ll attend to your pain.” she turned again to Jeonghan with a softened look. “Please reflect on how to treat a lady right, my dear.”
Jeonghan’s head boiled into anger. Just what was he thinking? He gulped on the cola left on the table and broke the glass as he threw it on the floor. Mr. Ryu approached him slowly.
“Young master, here’s your towel, and your bath is--”
“Leave it!” he sighed. “What was I thinking?! Throwing her into the pool?! She could’ve drowned and I- argh!”
Mr. Ryu bent down and patted Jeonghan on the back. “I know you didn’t mean it. You saved her on time.”
“I didn’t mean- I just wanted to have some fun.. And I ruined it.”
Mr. Ryu nodded. “You didn’t know a thing, so it’s exceptional. And pardon me for saying this, Young master..” Jeonghan looked at him as he dried his hair. “Recently, I’ve seen the way you treated Y/N. Granted, you were so mean to her before but suddenly you started to treat her rather nicely. And I’m a man of observation.” he paused.
“Mm. It’s a weird feeling. I’m actually doing a good thing” he wiped his face with his towel. “It’s just that whenever she’s around, I feel lighter, I feel... happier.” he covered his face. “Ugh, this is plain weird.”
Mr. Ryu chuckled. “And as I said earlier, with the way you treat her here at the Manor, I think you’ve fallen for her more than you think you have.”
“You’re a crazy old man! I don’t like-” Jeonghan was cut off when Mr. Ryu gave a smirk and a raised eyebrow, which earned Jeonghan a brush of pink on his cheeks then to his ears.
“Denial is the first stage of falling in love, Young master.”
Jeonghan’s lips opened but closed it immediately, he couldn’t win against Mr. Ryu. He knew him since he was little. He shook his head and smiled a little, seeing you walking slowly with Mrs. Bu to your bedroom.
“You know what? Yeah.. I think I have.”
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“He’s just so difficult to understand, Mrs. Bu.” you stretched, your voice annoyed at the thought of Jeonghan. “I feel like he’s the girl around here. One moment he’s in a good mood, and a second later he’s a snob. When I ask something, he ignores but when he needs something he snaps at me. Does he have period or anything?”
Mrs. Bu just laughed heartily at your complaint, massaging your cramped legs. “Well, my dear. That’s how he is. Somehow, you can’t blame him. He had been through a lot since he was a little boy.”
“For the most part, he should not put it on other people.” you crossed your arms. “He should understand people’s feelings instead of exploding negativity.”
“Understand people’s feelings or understand yours?” Mrs. Bu teasingly smiled at you.
You whipped your head to her, face pink as cherry blossoms. “No I-”
“Oh Miss Y/N, you may be the smartest lady at the university but my, my, you are too easy to read. You have taken a liking on Young master.”
You ignored her, yet you were puffing your cheeks.
“Well?”
“Maybe.”
The day went by fast and it was already dark outside. You shifted on your bed, couldn’t sleep even though the night was peaceful. All you had remembered was Jeonghan’s soft lips on your forehead, comforting your broken state. Your fingers caressed the spot where he kissed you, and little by little you feel yourself heating up.
You hit yourself with another pillow you were hugging. “Why do I feel like this when he treats me like trash?”
You quickly sat up, telling yourself that it was ‘all in your head’. You confidently nodded and closed your eyes..
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
Kiss.
You opened your eyes. “Oh my goo- I need a glass of water to cool myself down.”
Carefully going down the stairs, the kitchen lights were turned on. It was probably Mr. Song giving last checks for the ingredients. You grabbed a glass and poured yourself cold water. Gosh how refreshing it was. You continued drinking while putting the jug back into the refrigerator, you closed the door to see a surprised Jeonghan, who was also drinking a glass of water and you thought he kind of choked when he found you on the other side of the refrigerator door.
“I couldn’t sleep so I came down to drink.” he broke the silence.
“Mm.” you nodded. “Me too.”
You placed your glass down in a hurry, clearly feeling awkward around him. “Well, I’m going up now, Jeonghan. Good-”
“Look I’m sorry about earlier. I just wanted to have some fun and I-”
“It’s okay,” you cut him. “I already forgave you.”
His eyes widened, “You did? When?”
“Um.”
“When?” he took a step closer.
When you kissed me, was what you wanted to say but as you looked at Jeonghan, he was staring at you with his chocolate eyes, looking more surprised than he already was. And that’s when you realised..
Ah I said it out loud.
Jeonghan quickly turned around, one hand on his hip and the other covering his face. He couldn’t believe it, you noticed his unintentional yet intentional kiss he gave you on your forehead even though how scared you were.
“Jeonghan?”
“Hm?” he turned to you. “Oh yeah. Um...”
“Good night.” you said with a smile as you headed to your bedroom.
“Yeah.. Good night.”
Jeonghan flopped onto his bed, still flushed as a tomato. He combed his hair back as he placed his forearm on his forehead. You forgave him after he did such a thing but that wasn’t his point.
“She noticed the kiss.. Jeonghan.” he told himself.
No matter how much he wanted to deny the fact he was starting to fall in love with you, he remembered Mr. Ryu’s words, and smiled as he finally admitted to himself.
“Ah, crap. I do like her.”
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The university’s campus slowly filled with autumn leaves and the wind gushing lightly around. It had been a month since the brawl of Jeonghan and Jang Doyoon. You’ve never heard from him since. You walked around the campus since it was again your free period. Though you wouldn’t say you weren’t that busy. You had a lot of things to do at the Yoon Manor- which was to look after the incapable Jeonghan himself, you guys made up since that pool incident.
Making your way to the Rose Garden, you felt a unfamiliar presence. Someone was in here with you, but it wasn’t Jeonghan. Was it Jang Doyoon? You didn’t know, so you kept your guard out.
“Hi there pretty lady. But not as beautiful as me.”
You jumped a little and turned around to see a young lady, around your age. She wore a white peplum dress that contrasted her black hair. She was pretty and had a good figure. You smiled awkwardly enough for her to not notice.
“Hello there, I’m-” you said.
However, it seemed like she could read through you.
“Y/F/N! I know who you are! The top female student here at Seungcheon University! You don’t have to be so awkward.” she greeted with a huge smile plastered on her face. “I’m Kang Ji-ae, a 2nd year. I just came back from the hospital due to an injury.”
“Nice to meet you, Kang Ji-ae. I hope you’re recovering well.” you bowed with a returned smile. “I don’t mean to be rude but the Rose Garden is only for the top male and female students to use.”
Ji-ae’s smile turned into a pout. “Oh.. I didn’t know that. The Rose Garden looked so pretty that I thought anyone could go in.” she smiled again, “Anyway, I’ll take my leave now. See you around, Y/N.”
You tilted your head in a confused, yet awkward look when she left the garden. “It’s stated clearly on the plaque by the gate. Anyone could see it.” you told yourself.
Marching to the cafeteria, you spotted Sejeong packing her sports bag. She had an athletic tournament coming up and was practising hard for it. You smiled when you approached her.
“Sejeong! Let’s have lunch?”
“Oh hey Y/N!” she looked up, “I’d love to but I already had lunch, I’ll be at the track ground for the whole day today. I’m sorry.”
You gave her an understanding smile, “It’s no problem, I’ll head to the Bookshelf after. Good luck on practice!”
After lunch, you made your way to the Bookshelf, you spotted Jeonghan at a corner and as usual, whenever he’s around at the Bookshelf, girls would peek on him and giggle and not actually study. Some guys were angered to Jeonghan for being around, thinking that he didn’t care about the violent battle he had with Jang Doyoon.
You called him out to talk about matters from the YDH-Tech, not noticing on the fact that some students talked about you as you were speaking with Jeonghan, you two were the top students after all, so they guessed that it was normal.
At the same time, Ji-ae was close by and was planning on studying for her science quiz. However she was distracted, seeing you talking to Jeonghan and a smile was seen on both of your faces. Irritation slightly seen on her face as she had never seen Jeonghan smile like that before, and when Jeonghan took his leave and you stayed for another hour, and waited until everyone left.
You were busy reading literature that you forgot to tell the time. When it came to reading, you were like in another world. The librarian left five minutes before you and reminded you to turn everything off before you leave. You immediately stood up to return the books when you dropped a few. A hand offered you help. You looked up to see Ji-ae.
“Thank you Ji-ae. I didn’t know you were here.” you said with a chuckle.
“Ah it’s no problem,” she stood up, “I’ll help you with these.” she smiled as she walked ahead.
Silence filled the quiet library and similarly from earlier at the Rose Garden, it was awkward. Footsteps tapped on the floor while the creaks of the night lamp you were holding swayed back and forth, creating dancing lights.
“We can leave the books right here, they’re under the same author anyway.” you chuckled as you reached for a small stool and Ji-ae handed you the books she had carried. You hopped off the stool and dusted your square pants. “Shall we take our le-”
Ji-ae slammed her hand on the shelf, an inch away from your right ear. Several books fell with the strength she put on. For a lady who had a face of a doll and skin like porcelain, what a strength she had. Her bangs hung in front of her face, her eyes stared at you with hatred, completely opposite than this morning.
“I’m gonna make this quick, Y/N. Stay away from Jeonghan.”
Your eyes widened, yet you knew something was fishy in her. “What do you mean?”
“Oh you know what I mean. You say you were to discuss YDH-Tech related stuff at his Manor that’s why you go with him after school every day, but no, no, no. You actually live with him, and the school doesn’t know a thing.”
“Mr. Lim knows, and the YDH-Tech related statement you just made is indeed true.” you answered back. “What point are you trying to make?”
Ji-ae gave you a smirk, “The point I’m trying to make is- given with the flustered approach and smile you gave Jeonghan earlier, that you’re in love with him.”
You pursed your lips, she got you. No doubt, staying at the Yoon Manor and knowing Jeonghan did get you to fall in love with him. You scanned her briefly. So she was watching you, that explained that heavy aura today when you and Jeonghan were talking.
“And what if I am?”
“Then he didn’t tell you, huh.” she clicked her tongue, “Well that’s expected.”
“Tell me what?”
“That I’m his fiancé.”
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Jeonghan reached the West Wing after having a short meeting with you in the Bookshelf. He had his earphones on but there weren’t any music playing, none of the genres caught his mood as we speak. He still decided to keep them on. He heard footsteps following him and even his name.
“Is that Yoon Jeonghan?” one of the young men spoke.
“So he still lives here, huh. He doesn’t even need to come to here if he just skips all the time. He could just sleep in with Y/N.” the other spoke.
“Smartest kids but dumb in bed.” the two laughed.
How did they know? It was all company-related. Jeonghan thought.
Jeonghan turned around after he entered the lift. “Yeah maybe I shouldn’t come back. But I had to since you two seemed to enjoy my dorm room, stealing a few stuff, too.” showing a photo he had in his phone of the two boys.
The two boys were taken aback. “You were eavesdropping on our conversation, how dare-”
“And the conversation happens to be about me, of course I can’t just miss it. I just love the attention.” he said in his usual sarcastic tone before holding the two boys by their necks. “Now I don’t know how you two barged into my room and I won’t even look for the things you stole. But if you dare talk something bad about Y/N and I that you don’t know the full story and spread it, consider these necks broken.”
“Sorry president! We’ll keep our mouths shut!”
“Good. You both are dismissed.”
Jeonghan watched the boys hurriedly leave the lift, and chuckled to himself.
“Me and Y/N in bed? Ha, I can’t even confess to her.” he whispered to himself.
He opened the door to his room and sensed something was wrong. For the first time in four years, he had felt this presence. Something he hated the most.
“Hello, my son.” a voice called out. A faint shiver ran through his spine as he saw someone seated on his desk armchair turn around. “I see you’ve grown into a handsome young man.”
Jeonghan stared furiously at the owner of this voice.
“Stepmother..”
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