Tumgik
#baking fun
tiasplace · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
Baked some raisin bread my recipes 🥖✨
28 notes · View notes
aunty-matter · 11 months
Text
2 notes · View notes
cat-cosplay · 2 months
Text
Biblically Accurate Angelfood Cake
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hosting a watch party with Ribs today.
3K notes · View notes
braisedhoney · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
fighting back? against who? they're so happy—they've been waiting for you.
you are wonderful. don't you know that?
Tumblr media
bonus: they play sims together :)
3K notes · View notes
jadegr8 · 3 months
Text
I actually did it I made Neil Gaiman's Bagels!!!
Tumblr media
Here's a picture of them freshly out of the oven :D
But please someone tell me is barley flour even real?! Did Neil invent it?! Because I searched 4 supermarkets in and outside my town as well as two local eco stores and I found everything, EVERYTHING except for barley flour. I mean, it worked without it but I was so annoyed. They are a little flat because by the time I got back from my little odyssey it was already kinda late so I shaped them and threw them into the fridge and, well, wasn't my best idea :')
But they really REALLY taste amazing, so much better than anything you can buy at the bakery <3 (in fact so amazing that I made another batch of dough :)
This is the post where Neil shared his recipe btw:
https://www.tumblr.com/neil-gaiman/708749898953179136/hi-neil-why-did-you-stop-making-bagels-what-did
If you have sourdough started I highly recommend you give it a try ;)
1K notes · View notes
queenslandcreaux · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
I think this cupcake has too much icing...
0 notes
starxedsteph · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Snake Plissken, the cake
0 notes
theabigailthorn · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
Just wrapped on the new Chube lads
Took two days of filming, but it's in the can and headed to your eyeballs soon. Dead chuffed with this one: it's ambitious and creative and cool as hell
This isn't even the best outfit: there's more on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/posts/93358888?pr=true
ALSO - an old character from Season 2 of Philosophy Tube is going to be making a comeback!
1K notes · View notes
bakedbeanchan · 7 days
Text
Tumblr media
537 notes · View notes
Text
This morning sucked. Woke up at 7 on less than 5 hours of sleep to bake over 50 Eccles cakes. Didn’t have like half my ingredients. Bought more only to realise I still didn’t have them all. Burnt myself on the syrupy filling. Printer died on me as I was trying to get a printing job done. Forgot to have lunch I was so excited. Locked my car key in the boot. Waited an hour in the sun in all black to make sure I didn’t get a parking ticket whilst trying to get said key out. Got stuck in traffic for half an hour only to find I’d just moved under 100 metres. Accidentally had the thermostat cranked up to 40C the whole journey. All of this, just to get to a screening.
Then when I got there….
Shrimp emotions. The atmosphere was incredible. Got there 3 hours early. Immediately bonded with people, and it just felt so warm and exciting. I passed round the Eccles cakes in its little (very large) Antichrist basket. We all counted down with the timer waiting for the episodes to start. The episodes were amazing, and I have to thank @neil-gaiman for making this season come true - it was everything I hoped for and more, and I think that’ll be the case for pretty much everyone. I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world, even if I had to live through this morning 20x over.
Trust me when I say you’re not prepared for season 2. No one is.
Anyways here’s a picture of the cakes in their basket:
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
hello lovelies 🥰
1K notes · View notes
tiasplace · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
Baking caramilk cookies this afternoon
15 notes · View notes
sketchysketchin · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Shitty local baking competition taken way too seriously by two fierce competitors, and taken the bare minimum of seriously by two horny judges :)))
4K notes · View notes
poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
💙❤️Happy Holidays!❤️💙
566 notes · View notes
yardsards · 8 months
Text
do people who have listened to taz balance but not graduation Know that it was HEAVILY IMPLIED that lup and barry eventually adopted a lil sorcerer child who got disowned by his family for his natural necromancy magic, and they taught him how to use his powers for good and were overall great parents that he looks back on fondly
(and said child grew up to be a dimension-hopping lich, caretaker of the dead, and very sweet adoptive father of a major npc)
945 notes · View notes
stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months
Note
domestic jason hcs? >:)
(this ask feels self-indulgent but i was VERY inspired by this one buff dude i saw on insta reels baking in a not-so-sexual way but like women in the comments are down bad and i cant really describe it im so sorry 😭)
imagine waking up to jason baking something (doesnt have to be anything could just be bread). you wanna help but the only instructions he gives you is to sit pretty, wearing his shirt and all. everytime he moves around the kitchen, he give u a lil peck on the lips if hes close enough to you. youre just sitting pretty like he asked, watching this man work and looking a little love struck cuz all you wanna do is pull him down and give him the fattest kiss for being so husband material
(dude, im yearning so much. thank u for writing a lot for jason 💞 ALSO ive seen u around in the cod tag so another thanks for ur fics there too 💞)
I’m sticking with the prompt cause I had unholy thoughts. An thank you! I appreciate your appreciation for my works ✨
This may be the tiniest bit suggestive 🌝
Tumblr media
Time Written - 5:51 a.m
Tumblr media
Baking at an early hour was somewhat new for Jason.
Baking at an early hour after an intense ending to an incredible date night was incredibly new for Jason.
His hands were occupied with an intriguing scene of soft dough and hard, rich yellow butter on a marble countertop. His muscles at work folding in the pockets of butter into the dough, pressing it with the heels of his palms.
“Morning, mama.” His morning voice held that early rasp in his tone that tickled you just right. You reciprocated his greeting as you walk into the kitchen, dressed in one of his shirts he aggressively yanked off the night before.
There he stood in grey sweatpants. Baking something delectable for seemingly no reason.
“What’s the occasion?” You question as you approach the counter, admiring his bed rugged hair adding onto his every attractive appearance.
“Cloudy outside, which means baking time.”
“Baking time?” The slightest glance at your cheeky little grin made him amusingly scoff.
“Baked goods,” he clarified with a head gesture behind him. “Coffee’s ready for ya, babe.”
Soon, the kitchen will flood with the warm aroma of browning butter and cooking sugar, invading throughout your home for a very long evening. Neighbors will get jealous over the smell of bakery air, hopefully helping them ignore the noises prior to the other night.
It was quite a sight to watch, his muscles flexing with a focused flare along his brow. You almost didn’t hear his insistence the second time towards the cinnamon coffee waiting in the pot for you.
“Gonna stick around? You’ll get first glance at what I’m making.”
“Which is?” You pry, watching him approach the sink to wash his hands.
“Crossiants,” he admits after drying his hands, giving the tip of your nose a peck. “With chocolate.”
“Look at you, my man’s a baker.” You smile while leaning against the counter, feeling your heart throb romantically from his chaste kisses.
“Not what you expected, huh?”
“What, my Red Hood busting skulls and baking? So many single moms would chase after you if they could.”
That comment has him unexpectedly laugh. Not the worst thing he’s been told, so he’ll take it. Poor single mothers, too bad he’s already taken.
“I thought you meant the chocolate would be inside?” You ask after peeking at the dough he wrapped up in cling wrap.
“No,” He shakes his head. “See, I thought that, but I like the idea of dipping them into melted chocolate a whole lot better.”
“Where’d you get the inspiration?”
“France,” he amusingly huffs with a shrug after approaching to take the packet you handed to him. “Thanks baby. Where else?”
He slips the packet of buttered dough into the fridge before turning towards the stove, almost running into you as you beat him to it, peering into a saucepan full of melted chocolate.
“Hey, hey.” Cool, clean hands gently grasped hold of your shoulders, gently nudging you away from his little workspace. “Easy on those eyes, almost knocked you into an accident.”
“Need some help with anything?” You offer, reminding him of when he used to ask his mother the same question. Happy little memories that brought embers of warmth in his heart.
“You can be of huge help,” He begins, calloused hands grazing down along your fingerprint shaped bruised hips before hoisting you up in his arms like a little doll.
“By sitting pretty, an’ letting me work.”
He plops you down on a stool he pulled out from the island counter, giving you a perfect little spot to watch him work. You slouch after he turns away, watching him return to his little objective on the stove.
“You just melt chocolate in the pan like that?”
“Sorta,” Jason tilts his head after grabbing a spoon, stirring the smooth, ganache-like chocolate concoction around. “France’s version of hot chocolate. Some milk, cream, a little sugar.”
You hum as a response, watching the muscles along the back of his left shoulder move as he enacts upon such a simple, minor task. Jason probably said something else, along the lines of not wanting such a beautiful body of chocolate boil on the stove, but it wasn’t much of your concern as it was his.
Maybe your main concern was how exactly did the scratches you left along his back didn’t break skin, clinging onto him for dear life as they flexed along your greedy palms.
He probably knew that, he was hiding a smile for all you could tell if you paid any attention.
“My girl want a taste?” He offers, his real gaze snapping your mind back into reality. You nod, anxiously sitting up in your seat.
He spoons warm, melted chocolate on the top of your tongue, watching it dribble down your bottom lip. The pink of your little tongue swiped up the remnants, all for Jason’s adoring gaze to witness.
Your reaction varies upon the subtle lack of sweetness from the chocolate.
“It’s not that sweet. Is it dark—?”
Your words are stolen when he kisses you, cradling your face within his two warm hands after carelessly setting down the spoon.
His heavy lidded gaze meets yours after breaking off the kiss, his cheeks flushed with affectionate warmth.
“Don’t know,” his glistening lips curve upwards after licking his lips. “Tastes pretty sweet to me.”
He turns away, as if he hadn’t committed such a crime in the first place.
You’re left watching once again, anxious nerves preventing you from sitting still. Fidgety fingers lingering in your lap, grasping along the lower hem of your shirt.
“Also coffee,” Jason pitches as if he forgot. “Added a little espresso to enhance the taste. You, uh… never got your coffee, babe.”
Oh. Right. The first thing he told you when you came in.
“Sorry,” you sheepishly admit, slightly shifting your hips whilst on the stool. “Got a little distracted.”
He chuckles, not even needing a detective’s mindset to understand fully why. “Did you now?”
Not giving you a chance to answer, Jason sets the saucepan off the burner before turning full attention towards you. Swooping you off the stool you sat, hoisting you ontop of a warm, clean counter.
His torso pressed against yours, keeping you comfortably confined between a marble surface and a hard place. His hands caress along your torso, thumbs trickling over your stiff nipples through your shirt, still sore from his teeth marks.
“Took you long enough,” he grumbles against the shell of your ear. His lips press against your neck as you swallow, kissing down along your collarbone. “Figured you’d have stayed sleeping in ‘till I was done here. Guessin’ last night wasn’t enough for you?”
“Your fault for putting on a show.” You whisper, hooking your legs the best you could around his broad waist.
He chuckles against your neck, his excitement as palpable as his pearly smile expressed. “Your fault for watchin’, mama.”
554 notes · View notes