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repentarium · 1 year

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the truth is i've been dreaming of this tired tranquil place tag 1/?

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When Steve Harrington was ten his parents stopped paying for the babysitter.

Mary was, in his tiny kid mind, about a thousand years old, and she made the best food he'd ever eaten. She would cook with him every time they were together, not FOR him, but teaching his small hands how to make soups and bake breads and make omelettes and mac and cheese.

Mary was unceremoniously told she wouldn't be coming back. Steve of course didn't know any of this until he called his parents sobbing that he was alone and Mary never showed up only to hear 'oh darling didn't we tell you? You're old enough to look after yourself! There are tv dinners in the freezer and money for takeout in the end table, we'll see you next week!' When she was let go, Mary immediately made plans to go into the big bookstore in Indianapolis and buy cookbooks for Steve.

She left the three of them at his doorstep: the Joy of Cooking, the Betty Crocker Cookbook, and and the Better Homes New Junior Cookbook. That last one continued his cooking experiments, and even though it started out basic (English muffin pizzas, toasted sandwiches, grilled cheese) it and the knowledge Mary left him with kept him from starving or eating only junk. In no time he was biking to the store with his takeout money and buying his own groceries.

All of this to say, by the time he's a grown up he is not only prepared to fend for himself in the emptiness of the Harrington Residence, he's fully capable of feeding all of the little gremlins, and even the teens. If he'd gone to therapy about it he'd be able to voice that it's a way of caring for people in a way he didn't have himself from his parents in a way he's very capable of. He didn't have therapy, though, just cookbooks. And time.

Another thing about Steve is that he's just never been good at sleeping, not really. Even as a baby he cried through the night and kept his parents up (don't worry, they told him about it constantly).

After the stuff with Vecna in the upside down, after everyone got out safe and semi-sound, he thought he'd finally be tired enough to average more than four hours of sleep a night.

Unfortunately the exact opposite happened; he's taken to cat naps in the middle of the day when he can, because night time isn't exactly conducive to sleeping at all anymore.

What it IS conducive to is baking. Sure, cooking too, but he gets a little sad cooking meals for just himself. He can put on a record and bake a few trays of muffins or cookies or scones, and it's not as weird because he gives them to his friends and the little family they've cultivated.

He doesn't tell them they're made at four in the morning, but they don't usually ask, they're just grateful for a tasty breakfast or lunch or after school snack when he's driving them around.

He thinks Dustin has a gluten sensitivity, so he learns the ins and outs of almond flour, and Robin doesn't do dairy so much anymore but loves the halva recipe he found in a cookbook at the library. He's perfected a killer flourless double chocolate cookie recipe that everyone loves, and even Hopper can't tell it's gluten- and dairy-free.

When Eddie lets it slip that he's not really using the night time to sleep either, Steve ropes him into it. He makes a big fuss and says he needs help and someone to taste this recipe because he's doing to actually hurl if he eats another cookie, but they're snickerdoodles (which are Eddie's favorite) and Eddie spends most of the time in awe of the space and the gadgets and taste testing bites of basically everything and DEFINITELY not getting flour everywhere. Steve knows sometimes getting your mind out of the darkness is nice, and if they can help each other out AND add another snack to the menu, two birds one stone.

They totally don't dare each other to eat weird configurations of fancy condiments or spoonfuls of cinnamon and it's all very serious and professional. It's not *every* night, but after the first few months it's more often than not.

One night Steve ends up covered in flour somehow, and while he's washing up Eddie finds a little note card tucked into the middle of the Joy of Cooking from someone named Mary who seems to care a lot about 'Stevie'.

It's got a fancy-sounding but easy enough recipe for something called Jetson Casserole, all hand-scrawled and with tiny doodles, and Eddie sneaks it into his pocket.

He goes to the fancier grocery store a town away and picks up everything he needs for what is basically a beef stroganoff with a ton of added vegetables: fancy carrots with the green tops, multicolored gemstones of tomatoes, the brightest and leafiest spinach, and heavy cream (which is way more expensive than He realized, holy shit). He even very bravely asks the butcher for the kind of beef he'll need. He very carefully follows the instructions and tastes everything along the way and makes Wayne eat a bowl as he's packing it into an old crockpot with a faulty wire that only works when you wrap it under everything just so. Wayne isn't a particularly verbose guy, but he's pretty excited about it, so Eddie loads it up into the van and drives across town and knocks on the door.

Steve yells at him to let himself in, and when he does he's already covered in flour or sugar and mixing Something up in a big mixing bowl. He eyes the crockpot suspiciously as Eddie plugs it in and jostles the cord just so to make sure it stays warm.

'What's this?' he asks, wiping his hands off on the towel on his shoulder and coming over to poke around.

'I brought dinner. Well. I made it. It's real food, not just sugar.' He's trying to tease, put on the usual kind of jab-voice. He's just a friend who made some food, it wasn't even really that fancy, but.

He's inexplicably so nervous, and he's worried this was the wrong thing to do, he stole something from Steve after all even if he brought it back and it's in his pocket right now, and sure they were friends and they *talk* but he knows he's talked a lot more than Steve has about all his drama and what if this was something that would upset him? What if Mary was like. A terrible ancient hag of a grandmother? What if Steve was allergic to the whole thing?

Steve gives him a confused little smile and lifts up the lid and it's like Eddie can watch his face change as he smells the noodles, rich and warm and creamy. Steve's just become the most wobbly and wet-looking thing he's ever seen (and the man fought actual demons in literal hell and carried his mostly-dead body back through, not to mention driving teenagers around all day just like for fun).

'Is this. Is this Jetson Casserole.' It's barely a question, like Steve knows already. 'This is like all I ate for dinner as a kid.'

Eddie feels his stomach flipping around, pulls the recipe card out of his pocket, says 'I really hope you don't mind, I just wanted to cook something for you.' But it's also more than that, he knows, Steve is always giving all of himself in these scones and cupcakes and fucking croissants like 'eat of my body and be whole' martyrdom, and it's like Eddie was compelled by spirits to make sure Steve knows that he's appreciated and cared for too, even if it comes in a shitty shorty crockpot and the sauce has probably totally broken.

Steve starts actually crying and Eddie has to pull him into a hug because What the Fuck is happening? Has no one ever made this idiot dinner before?

Later, he finds out, it was pretty much only Mary. And now Eddie.

He finds out Jetson Casserole got its name because little Stevie went through a phase where he wasn't really eating like a growing boy should but he sure did love the Jetsons.

'And this stuff,' Steve says, his mouth full and his eyes still red and puffy as he leans against the counter, 'lasts forever, and it freezes, and it reheats easy in the fancy microwave.'

It all makes a lot of sense, actually, Eddie thinks as he eats around the mushrooms and sits on the counter next to Steve, the one with the least amount of flour on the surface (but definitely still getting powder all over his jeans).

'I wanna fistfight your dad, Harrington.' It shocks a laugh out of Steve, but Eddie's kind of serious. 'Have you looked Mary up? I bet she'd love a dozen snickerdoodles.'

'You just want to eat the ugly ones again.'

'Only because you won't let me have the pretty ones!'

'We can make as many as you want. I think we're onto something. With the recipe.'

If Eddie thinks about it all again while he's putting leftover noodles into one of the fancy Tupperware containers (he grabs them from the top left cabinet, doesn't even have to ask anymore) he knows it's more than just about letting Steve know he's cared for in general because oh God he thinks he personally actually really cares for him like a lot, and he should NOT develop crushes on high school royalty anymore he should absolutely be over that.

But it's also like PAST high school, so maybe it doesn't count, and maybe Steve was throwing raw pizza dough at him for a solid twenty minutes earlier as he ran around the kitchen and it didn't at all feel like bullying.

Mary, it turns out, is only 68 years old now; she loves the snickerdoodles, is so proud when Eddie says Steve made the recipe (even though Steve blushes redder than anything and says he only modified an existing recipe actually), and finds the boys so charming. She's delighted that Steve has kept cooking, laughs at all of his misadventures in baking, and is ridiculously charmed by Eddie's dramatics.

She sends Steve and Eddie away with a little spiral bound recipe book, put together 'by the church' and 'full of good family recipes', and Jetson Casserole is right on page 9. Isn't that something.

She lives a little closer to Indy, these days, and she tells the boys over and over that they can visit anytime and they need to get out of that horseshit town, it's hell. She's got a spare room, and they can stay as long as they like if they don't mind sharing a bed.

#steddie #steve harrington #steve/eddie #eddie munson #someone please take care of this moron #food #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #ficlet #mine #tranquil place

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eadanga · 8 months

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The Royal Romance Chapter 6 Part 1

After the races Riley and Hana walk off the field “So we’re on our way to the best party ever?”

Hana grins as she nods “Well if you’re idea of the best party ever is a tea party with lemonade finger sandwiches and butter cookies”

Riley smiles “To be honest I love a good tea party I know some people think they’re childish but I can’t help myself”

Hana grins “What’s there not to love there’s nothing cozier than eating scones off a pretty set of china on a sunny afternoon” She sighs “When I was little I didn’t have many toys to play with because my parents thought it was frivolous but I was allowed a tea set so that I can be a proper hostess”

Riley nods “Naturally”

“I spent many happy afternoons sipping tea with all my favorite guest Mr. Sock Ms. Lemon Curd and Princess Snickerdoodle”

Riley looks at her confused “Uh…”

Hana fidgets “Like I said I wasn’t allowed to have toys so I had to get creative”

Riley grins “I just hope the company today can keep up”

Hana grins “Oh I much prefer your company you can actually talk to me”

Riley smirks “Princess Snickerdoodle was never on for a conversation”

Hana giggles “Not so much” She smiles “Don’t forget we’re meeting the Queen today that should be eventful”

Riley’s eyes go wide The queen? She clears her throat “Ah yes the queen have you met her before?”

Hana nods “Once a long time ago but I doubt she remembers me today will be our first official meeting I must confess I’m a bit nervous”

A black towncar pulls up and Hana smiles “Well this is me see you at the lawn party”

Hana gets into the car and drives away

Riley let’s out a deep breath Ok just gotta impress the queen no pressure I hope I don’t say anything stupid

A limo pulls up and Maxwells calls out of it “Hop in!”

Riley smiles as she enters the limo

As the limo drives off Maxwell smiles “I hope you had a good time”

Riley nods “It was”

“Enough with the pleasantries we only have time for business”

Riley rolls her eyes This guy

“First of all was that Lady Hana I saw you with? You two looked friendly”

Riley nods “Oh yeah we’re friends”

Bertrand nods “Interesting an alliance with her family isn’t the worst thing long as you don’t let it distract you from the Prince in any case your focus should be on impressing the queen she hold more sway than anyone else at court”

“Even more than the King?”

Bertrand nods “Socially yes don’t underestimate her”

Maxwell nods :You need to get her to like you”

“Then tell me what she likes”

Maxwell smiles “The queen enjoys fashion and likes a woman with grace and style she tends to favor the ladies who are originally from Cordonia so you’re at a disadvantage there”

“I see…” This is gonna be harder than I thought

Maxwell grins “But I’m sure your natural charm will win her over”

Riley takes a deep breath ok I can do this

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @the-soot-sprite

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bitbybitwrites · 1 year

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If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - Recipe and Song list - Chp 1, 2 and 3

My lovely partner for the Klaine Prompt Reverse Bang 2003, @datshitrandom had asked me recently about recipes I've included in If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

Which also got me thinking about the music I've been listening to and including in the story. . . with a chef and a musician in the mix there's going to be a lot of both.

So under the gorgeous artwork by @datshitrandom, I'll list what I mentioned in the story/ inspired me so far!

There are spoilers below- so if you want to read the story from the beginning first, click here!

**As a note before I do anything, I've started a YouTube playlist for the music in this fic. To access it, click here.

I'll add songs to it as the story goes on and are mentioned. But I'll list individual songs/recipies in the chapters below as well.

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Well, we should start off with the song that inspired the original prompt for the story.

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Chapter 1

Music: Elizabeth Hummel sings Twinkle Twinkle Litle Bat to the traditional tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

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Recipies:

Grandma Hummel's butter pound cake - mentioned it's on the tea table. This is from one of my favorite cookbooks - I haven't tried making it yet, but it's on my list!)

Chocolate Chip cookies - That Kurt gives to his dad, proudly bc he helped bake them. This is one of my go-to recipes. I tend to throw a handful or more of Walnuts and sometimes swap the semi sweet chocolate chips for dark chocolate chips or chunks.

Pink Lemonade - that Elizabeth was going to pour for Kurt, but he insisted instead on drinking tea like the grownups.

Petit Fours - on the tea table. I've failed miserably at making fully iced petit fours. This is the next recipe I plan to try - it seems easier. And it so looks like something Elizabeth would have made.

Cucumber Sandwiches - Kurt is eating them during the tea party. I've made both of the following recipes for tea before.

"Eat Me" cookies - Alice In Wonderland reference. - from the end of the tea party. This is a great YouTube channel that takes food mentioned in literature and shares recipies for them. I envisioned the cookies Elizabeth had were the pretty ones covered in royal icing.

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Bonus recipes!

Not mentioned specifically in the story, but I believe would have been included during Elizabeth's table of treats.

Other Finger sandwiches - I tend to make a number of different sandwiches when I have folks over for afternoon tea. No one ever goes home hungry! Here are a couple of our favorites that I think Elizabeth would have had at her tea table.

Tuna Fish ( I omit the celery and red onion)

Cream Scones - I tend to love have them with Clotted cream and strawberry jam

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Chapter 2

Music:

Not mentioned in the story itself, but we learn Cooper is not only a violin virtuoso but also Concertmaster for the Los Angeles Philharmonic. I can imagine this as one of the pieces he plays.

I also can picture Cooper and Blaine as young kids and being asked by their father to perform this together - with Blaine on the piano.

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Chapter 3

Recipes:

Grandma Hummel's Butter Pound cake

(see chp 1 recipes above)

Snickerdoodles - that Maggie and her daughter bring to Kurt the first day he moves in.

Music:

The song young Blaine wanted to impress Alice with - tried to talk his nanny into bringing the piano from home to the park

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The song Blaine plays as he watches the sad stranger walk away

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#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #klaine fanart #bitbybitwrites #datshitrandom #fic: if i can make your heart my home #klaine prompt reverse bang 2023 #kprb2023 #Youtube

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paigenoelchas-blog · 1 year

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Feels Like Home

15: mutual wants

Jake's POV:

I have been watching her with Betty and Phil. The conversation is easy for her. Her laughter fills my ears and melts my heart. I watch as the wind rushes through the loose strands of hair, how the same crisp air brings with it her scent, one of vanilla and nutmeg, lilies, and cinnamon. The sky is a bright blue, and the clouds dotting the sky create magical objects and visual delights. The day is as close to perfect as any that I have had.

Betty and Mahri act as if they've known each other for years. I love that the two most important women in my life care about each other. Right now, they are trying to make Thanksgiving wreaths. Phil is trying and I admire him for the attempt, but he is terrible. The best way that I can describe his wreath is that it looks like a kindergartener made it and a car ran over it in the parking lot. I smirk at the fact that he did such a poor job. They are teasing him. I like that part of the day too.

He isn't a bad guy and I am learning to appreciate him. He takes their ribbing well, I must admit. He participated in a craft that he knew he would fail at. I didn't take the risk. Phil has also been acting like a gentleman toward the ladies. Mahri must have set some ground rules. He hasn't flirted with her once.

Maybe we can be friends after all.

She looks over at me and signals for my return. I had gone to get us all coffee, but it was just an excuse to miss craft time. She knew it and allowed me the break I needed. There are a lot of people here, a lot of noise. As I walk toward the booth, I see a bright smile from Mahri and the world quiets around me. I feel calm in her presence. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I place my chin on her shoulder, lightly kissing her cheek in the process. She leans back into me and enjoys the hug.

I whisper in her ear, "What about Cupcake? Pumpkin? Snickerdoodle?"

"NO," she answers back. turning around she punches me in the arm and then laughs, "Are you purposely finding the worst ones and why are they all food related?"

I wink at her, "Because you are so sweet, hHoney Buns, what do you think?" She laughs and jokingly pushes my arm away. I relish the sound and the gesture.

"Smooth, man," Phil mocks me.

"He is smoother than you are," Betty states in a flirtatious challenge.

Phil quietly smirks and winks at her. "Trust me, you will see what smooth looks like when the time is right."

Betty looks flustered. With a cheesy line like that? What has become of her? I roll my eyes and Betty sends me a death glare. Quickly, I refocus my attention on the beautiful woman in my arms.

We have had coffee, made a craft, had coffee again, picked out our pumpkins, and set a date to carve them. Mahri made apple cider which she drank while we shared an apple fritter and a pumpkin scone, She realized that she didn't like apple cider and had coffee to wash it down, Betty and Phil played a fine game of darts, and we all shopped, Mahri insisted that I buy a beanie that matches my eyes and promised if I did she will make it worth my while. Being here with her makes it worth my while, she has already fulfilled her promise. Usually, I would be more than ready to go home and disconnect, but I was with her and every moment was new and fun.

"What's next?" I ask looking directly into her eyes even though I am speaking to all of them.

No one says a word as Mahri and I continue to stare at each other. She is holding my hand, our fingers molding to the shape of the other, Mahri breaks eye contact, blushing when she realizes how long we had lost track of the world. She enthusiastically declares, "Ok, this is a crazy idea, but what about a three-legged race?"

"What exactly is a three-legged race," I respond, "and why would I want to play it?"

"Well, we have to tie our legs together and you have to hold me close and we can..." she starts trying to convince me, but I interrupt her.

"That is enough of a reason for me, "I wink at her and she smiles.

She leans in toward me, but says loud enough for them to hear, "Trust me, We will kick their asses." She knows that a plan which may include beating Phil is right up my alley. I raise my eyebrows and nod my head.

"Oooh, Is that a challenge?" Betty asks. "I can't say no to trash talk." She grabs Phil's arm and they follow Mahri and me.

We all head to the course. I quickly find out what the rules are for this competition, one strap, two legs tied together, run fast but don't fall. Mahri has a strategy and it is clear she has done this event once or twice. As we tie our legs together, I feel the electricity between the two of us. I am determined to use this energy to our benefit. I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her close, just like she promised that I could.

Mahri and I are ready both fueled by friendly competition and the reward of bragging rights. I am also fueled by her proximity.

"Winner buys tickets to the haunted house," I say confidently as we move to the starting line.

"Deal," Betty nods at the bet and scowls at me as if she could intimidate me anymore. I know what a softie she is on the inside. Phil looks confident as well, but I know he doesn't stand a chance. Mahri and I know how each other thinks and in a cooperative game, that is all the edge that you need to win.

"On your mark, get set, GO!" The announcer yells. The race begins, and for a while, Betty and Phil are right next to us, Phil is goading me, "Come on, computer man! Let's go, nose job," And my personal favorite, "Hey, Sucker Punch, you are better at this than I thought."

Betty would have normally told him to "Shut the hell up", but she is trying so hard to win. She seems to be concentrating for both of them. I can't help but admire her determination.

I tightly hold my arm around Mahri's waist, pulling her closer when we threaten to trip. She keeps repeating inside, outside, inside outside so we will remember what foot to move and the speed at which we should be moving. I look to my side, and I notice that Phil and Betty have fallen behind. In fact, they are laying on the ground. If I am not mistaken, they have taken this opportunity to steal a kiss or two or three. Mothers are covering their children's eyes. I snicker.

Mahri and I rush to the end. We are victorious. I am proud, more proud than I should be that we won such a silly race, especially since our competitors were children, but we did it together and I rarely beat Betty at anything. As we wait at the end of the line for our ribbons, I notice that Betty and Phil have snuck away. I whisper in Mahri's ear, "Did you see where those two went? I wanted to gloat."

"They fell and landed on top of each other. That is when the kissing started. I'm sure they went somewhere a little more private." I hadn't imagined it. Usually, Betty would refuse to behave that way in public. I guess Phil is as smooth as he boasted about.

"I am going to kill him..." I begin to mutter and clench my fists.

Mahri quickly grabs my cheeks and kisses me full on the lips. It doesn't last long, but it my heart is racing. She puts her hand on my cheek, "I have the feeling that Betty can take care of herself, at least with Phil. He is cute, but such a little puppy around her. She can keep him in his place. He really likes her Jake and he won't want to screw this up."

Still reeling from a kiss that was way too short, I feel more than a little excited that we have some time alone together.

"I am sorry that Betty and Phil met us here. I am having a good day, but I am missing out on time with you."

"The day isn't over yet," she responds as I brush her hair out of her face, my fingers lingering longer than need be. I quickly wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in close. "I have missed you and I have missed holding you." I lean in toward her, "Is this too much?" I ask, suddenly nervous.

"No, I have been waiting all day for this," her voice is thick and husky, deep and satisfied.

I know there are people around, but all I can see is her face and her sweet smile. My hand moves to the back of her neck. I am trying to feel in the moment, like Betty suggested, hoping that she will tell me if I cross the line. I move in fast and kiss her with all of the longing that I have been holding on to. She returns the kiss. We stay like that for what I am sure is longer than is acceptable at a family event, but I don't care, her arms move around my neck as mine pull her in tighter. Her fingers twirl my hair and my lips move to her ear. I open my eyes, suddenly aware that we must be creating a spectacle. Over her shoulder, I see something peculiar.

Quickly I pull away. "What in the name of all that is holy is that?" I say.

She turns around in my arms and giggles. "That is Mr. Pumpkin," she speaks as if this is the most logical answer.

"Of course, it is," I respond. What she is calling Mr. Pumpkin is a man dressed up in an orange sack with a top hat on. The mouth is partially falling off the front of the costume and it looks as though it has been around since the town itself was founded in 1863. One of the eyes has a permanent wink and one leg is partially burned off.

"That.... thing.... is horrific. " I say. She is giggling. Her head is leaning against my chest.

"Jake, he is a tradition. He is just always here." She's laughing at me. "It is comforting."

"How is that thing comforting?" I ask, not really expecting an answer. "Not all traditions should be kept. That thing looks like the villain from a horror movie."

"I like the tradition we were just enjoying, the victory kiss," she says sweetly.

"There are definitely some traditions worth holding on to." I stare into her eyes and keep my hands on her waist.

She is still smiling at me. The sun is setting, it places gold flecks in her hair that is spinning wild and free in the wind and brings out the light in her gorgeous jade eyes. She is the most beautiful creature inside and out. I have almost forgotten the color that has filled my grey and dreary life since she entered my world. I want all of the color, all of the laughter, all of the beauty that she is to stay with me, by my side.

"You must be suffering from caffeine withdrawal. You haven't had coffee in at least an hour. Come on. I'll buy you a cup," I say and tip my head to the side showing her the way to the coffee cart. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and she places hers around my waist. She rests her head on my shoulder. We begin to walk and I realize how simply walking by her side, with my arm around her, walking toward the sunset on a crisp night is a little bit of heaven. I want more of this because this is perfect.

We get our coffee and a couple of sandwiches and find a nice spot to sit looking out over the lake as we eat. The temperature is dropping with the sun, but it is still bearable. The lake is small, but the ducks are roaming through the grass looking for food and the geese can be heard in the distance. The sun reflects off of the surface of the water creating a golden glow. She leans into my side. I hope we never lose this physical need to be close to each other. I am delighted to see her opening up to me.

"I can't imagine how today can get better. It has been wonderful." She says as she scoots even closer to me. Her head leans against my shoulder I can feel her smile. She is radiant.

I lean my head down to her and lower my voice to a whisper. "Baby, I can think of all kinds of ways to make the night better." I tease her. She shivers.

"Are you cold?" I ask, nervous that I have neglected her comfort once again.

"No. Jake when you say some things, it makes me shiver because it is..."

"... too soon?" I interrupt.

My eyes meet hers. There is something that I can't read lying behind her look. It is a very rare occurrence that I am unable to read her.

"It does things to me. It makes me feel things." She answers, blushing. "When you call me Baby, in that particular tone of voice, I feel a lot of things."

I smile, this moment makes me proud. I am happy to have that effect on her and to have found a name that she likes.

I continue to tease her, I lean closer to her, my lips brushing her ear as I speak. "So, you like it when I call you Baby?"

"When you say it like that, but I don't think I could handle it if you called me that all of the time." She explains honestly. I kiss her on the forehead and reach for her hand, she takes it and wraps her other arm around mine as we move from our spot on the bench and move across the fair.

The children and their families are slowly leaving the fairgrounds and the outside lights are turning on. I watch the parents trying to herd their children through the gates and into the vans and SUVs that litter the parking lot. I watch as the exhausted children cry and yell because they have no other way to express their feelings. I watch as the couples give each other a knowing look and prepare for the next battle. I can't wait for that life. Someday. With her. I wouldn't dare to dream of this life with anyone else.

The air is changing, continuing to drop. The leaves whip through the sky as the air gets cooler. I can feel the chill of the fog moving in.

I slow my pace and move behind Mahri, wrapping my arms around her. "Are you cold?" I whisper in her ear. She spins around and meets my eyes.

"Not when we are like this." She smiles a soft alluring smile and kisses me. I return the kiss. It is gentle, soft, and even playful. Again, I know it is too long for being in public. Again, I am afraid to make her scared and I am so afraid to scare her off. Though I don't really mind or want to stop the kiss, I have to pull away before things get serious. I stop the kiss but still hold her tight in my arms.

Her eyes are full of love and passion.

"I am so immensely pleased that we are here and that I can hold you like this." I sigh.

"Me too, but why the formality in your language? Are you nervous?" she smiles as she speaks.

"I am apprehensive, albeit very very happy," I respond.

"Why are you nervous?" She asks. This is an important question that I cannot deflect.

I drop my hands from her waist and look down. She instantly grabs my hands and intertwines our fingers. Her intense stare forces me to look at her. When our eyes meet, she smiles, encouraging me to speak.

"I abhor the notion that I may complicate things between the two of us. I feel so much for you and I want so much. I don't want to push you into something you don't want to do. I can't lose you."

"I want you and I need you and I love you." She says. "I am so sorry for walking away last time. I won't walk away again," she speaks earnestly. There is a pause and I look down, she finds my eyes and forces me to watch her and hear her words. "I am glad that you told me. These are the things we need to talk about. Mutual wants and needs." She winks.

"So, we should discuss our mutual wants?" I tease.

"Sure," she pulls me over to a bench and turns to face me crossing her legs. I pull her closer to me so her legs are on my lap and rest my hand there. As usual, she believes in sincere talks requiring eye contact and full attention. She is wonderful. I don't speak for a minute as I am enjoying the feeling of her this close to me. I will never tire of it. With her here, the warmth returns to my heart and my being is lighter. I take in a deep breath as I watch the ducks on the lake across from the bench. The scent of her, a mixture of flowers and spice from all of the events of the day, grounds me. The sun is almost gone, the color cutting through the sky, leaving ribbons of color dancing in the evening glow. She pulls out her jacket and I wrap it around her, breaking from the trance I was in.

"So, Jake, what is it you want, what is it that you need?" she asks while placing her hand on mine. I begin rubbing her back lightly. Making circles and designs as I do. "I want you not to leave. I want to be free to love you."

"You don't feel that way? Free to love me?" She seems shocked.

"Well, I am afraid to cross a line with you physically or verbally. I don't want to hold you or surprise you or kiss you if it is too much. I don't want to speak the things in my heart because I would rather be with you in this capacity than not have you."

"Is what we have not enough? Are you unhappy?" She looks down. The clouds are shifting and the night is falling on us.

"I am very happy." I lift her face with a finger under her chin. "I am very happy with you and in whatever way that we are together," I encourage her.

"Then what?" She asks impatiently.

"I want to be able to surprise you, to cover you in kisses when I feel like it, to tell you that I love you."

"And you can't do that?" She still isn't getting it.

"I can, but those actions come with fear. I have to weigh my options. I can't behave with reckless abandon when my heart feels like it wants to burst. I don't want to push you into something that will make you leave."

"I have been unfair," she speaks and lowers her head.

"No, you haven't. This is why we are talking. This is how we work things out." I don't want her to feel bad. "I would like to ask if I can be free tonight. Can I call you my love? Can my heart behave as it would like, for tonight?"

"Yes. I hope you will. I hope you will call me Love. That is my favorite thing. I hope you will be free every night. We can work on that. I will prove to you that I am not going to leave." She moves on quickly to the next thought, "Tonight, let's have fun and have more cuddling and more kissing."

"That sounds wonderful. Ok." I take a deep breath. I hear her words and kiss her trying to show her all of the things I have been keeping hidden. I hope she feels all of my love. Her arms wrap around my neck and I pull her into my side. This kiss was passionate, but there was a sweetness about it. I love the mix of gentle passion that we share.

I break away and kiss her palms. "I love you, Mahri with everything in my being."

"And I love you with the same devotion." She whispers as she meets my eyes and lingers there.

"We have a haunted house to get to. I'm looking forward to seeing my brave girl freak out" I wink at her.

"And I am looking forward to seeing you behave like a little girl."

"I won't be scared by people in costumes," I state firmly.

"You were creeped out by Mr. Pumpkin less than two hours ago." She challenges.

"He looks like he has been trapped in an attic and survived a fire and the place was a dingy pit. I mean, they could at least dry-clean that costume."

She laughs. It melts my heart. "I think they are afraid it will fall apart if it is washed. It is rather worn out."

"See? It is creepy," I smirk, proud that I had won an argument.

"I guess. A little. You are too cute to argue with," She pinches my cheek, mockingly. I love that response. Most people don't think of me as cute.

"Should we head to the haunted house? It is dark enough now."

"Yes," she nods.

"Are you warm enough? Do you need a sweatshirt? I packed an extra." I say as we finish our walk to the car.

She nods and we walk to the car and get it. As she puts it on, I see her take a deep breath.

She catches me staring and says, "In an effort to fully communicate all of me innermost thoughts and feelings, I wasn't cold, but I wanted to wear your sweatshirt. It smells like you and it makes me feel happy to be surrounded by you."

"Baby, there are many other ways for you to be surrounded by me." I lowered my voice to speak, using the tone that she claims to like. Then I wink and pause.

She sees my wink and pretends to ignore it, "You aren't getting this back. It is my new favorite thing...besides actually being with you."

"I put my arm around her waist once again and she leans into my side. We walk back toward the festival this way, ignoring the rest of the world and simply enjoying our time together.

"For the record," I begin, "My sweatshirt looks much better on you than it ever did on me."

"Are you saying I'm cute?" She flirts.

"I am saying that you are beautiful, in a sweatshirt, in a dress, in a paper bag. You take my breath away."

She leans deeper into my chest. Across town I see the eerielights turn on and feel the night settle in. The moon is full and the stars are just coming out to play. I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss her on the inside of her palm. I love everything about this woman and this night and my life.

"Ready to face your demons?" I question.

"With you by my side, I am ready for anything!" She picks up her pace as we head toward my last first for the day.

#duskwood jake #duskwood everbyte #duskwood #jake donfort #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc #mc x jake #mc #iamjake #duskwood mc #mc duskwood #jake duskwood

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sparrowsingsstories · 2 years

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Celebratory latte (snickerdoodle) for passing History. Not seen, the raspberry oat scone I'm sharing.

#coffee #maggie loves her some fancy coffee #aww yeah celebratory coffee!

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dirtmunch · 2 years

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I baked oatmeal ginger scones and snickerdoodles for tea time but none of my friends want 2 hang out w me :'(

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skyburger · 3 days

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okay you people dont get it at all. fries and chips are NOT the same. cookies and biscuits are NOT the same. (however american "biscuits" ARE just fucking scones. those are the same. theyre savory scones.)

fries vs. chips is easy to explain. fries are thinner chips are thicker & medium-width ones can go either way. some dishes you have to call them chips with (e.g. fish & chips) but some it doesnt matter which you call them (e.g. burger w/ fries & beef burger w/ chips)

^ examples of chips (left) and fries (right)

However biscuits and cookies requires nuance. you could never understand. im the one and only biscuit-cookie EXPERT. ive listed examples of each (under the cut, to spare ur guyses dashes)... hope you understand. hope my psychic mind beam waves are reaching you

COOKIES:

oreos

chocolate chip cookies

sugar cookies

snickerdoodles

black and white cookies

christmas cookies

macaroon

gingerbread men

oatmeal raisin cookies

rainbow cookie

fortune cookie

BISCUITS:

animal crackers

bourbon creams

millionaires shortbread

pocky

cadbury fingers

jaffa cakes

digestives

chocolate teacakes

custard creams

florentines

ginger snaps

jammie dodgers

ladyfingers

lebkuchen

macarons

party rings

shortbread (any kind)

spritzebäck

stroopwafel

wafers (any kind)

for the record though some of these (e.g. macarons or ladyfingers) i wouldnt really call a biscuit in conversation? like i would classify them as biscuits. But when i want biscuits i dont want those. do u get it. its like how rainbow cookies are cookies but when i want a cookie i usually dont want that)

#sorry for three unrelated posts in a row i just had a lot of thoughts at once apparently #muffin mumbles #food #food //#<- jic #i added that first tag when i started drafting this god knows how long ago (right after my last post im pretty sure.)#i had to look through the whole wikipedia list of biscuits and cookies. Did you know there r like SO many originating in the philippines #and i dont think ive had any of them!!! what the hell!!!! i need to up my bickie (biscuit cookie) game #i cant call them that tjats what my family calls our cats dry food. idont think weve called it ''kibble''(?) ever . Like those are bickies #or biccies. my mom spells it that way but i read that with italian pronounciation #iforgot what i was talking about. vinnyvinesauce twin snakes has been on in the background this whole time@and its GETTING to me now #sothats enough of that. im done. hashtag like a boss #<- saw a post about nobody saying ''like a boss'' anymore the other day

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teatimefacts · 3 months

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The Art of Pairing Tea with Desserts

Tea time, a cherished tradition celebrated across cultures, brings with it a sense of tranquility and indulgence. It’s not just about sipping a warm beverage; it’s an experience—a moment to pause, reflect, and savor the simple joys of life. And what better way to enhance this experience than by pairing your favorite tea with delectable desserts? In this guide, we’ll delve into the art of pairing tea with desserts, unlocking a world of flavor combinations that will elevate your tea time to new heights.

The Harmony of Tea and Desserts: Pairing tea with desserts is more than just a matter of personal preference; it’s about creating harmony between flavors, textures, and aromas. Just as a symphony orchestra blends different instruments to create beautiful music, pairing tea with desserts involves finding the perfect balance between the characteristics of both elements.

For example, a delicate green tea pairs wonderfully with light, fruity desserts like lemon tart or berry pavlova. The tea’s subtle floral notes complement the brightness of the fruits, creating a refreshing and uplifting experience for your taste buds.

On the other hand, a robust black tea, such as Earl Grey or Assam, stands up well to richer, more decadent desserts like chocolate cake or tiramisu. The bold flavors of the tea cut through the sweetness of the desserts, creating a satisfying contrast that keeps your palate engaged.

Tea Time Facts: Did you know that tea is the second most widely consumed beverage in the world, surpassed only by water? Whether enjoyed hot or cold, tea has been a beloved beverage for centuries, cherished for its versatility and health benefits.

Choosing the Right Pairings: When pairing tea with desserts, it’s essential to consider the flavor profiles of both components. Here are some general guidelines to help you create harmonious pairings:

Match Intensity: Pair lighter teas with delicate desserts and stronger teas with richer desserts. This ensures that neither the tea nor the dessert overwhelms the palate. Click here everything about tea

Complement Flavors: Look for flavors in the tea that complement or enhance the flavors in the dessert. For example, a chai tea with its warm spices pairs beautifully with cinnamon-infused desserts like apple pie or snickerdoodle cookies.

Contrast Textures: Consider the textures of both the tea and the dessert. A creamy tea, like a milk oolong, can provide a luxurious contrast to a crisp, flaky pastry like a croissant or a buttery shortbread cookie.

Consider Aromas: Pay attention to the aromas of the tea and the dessert. A fragrant jasmine tea may pair well with floral desserts like lavender-infused scones or rosewater macarons.

Experimenting with Pairings: One of the joys of pairing tea with desserts is the opportunity to experiment and discover new flavor combinations. Don’t be afraid to think outside the box and try unconventional pairings—you might be pleasantly surprised by the results!

Hosting a tea tasting party with friends can be a fun way to explore different pairings and share your discoveries. Encourage guests to bring their favorite teas and desserts, and take turns sampling and discussing each combination.

Tea Time Facts: In many cultures, tea ceremonies are steeped in tradition and symbolism, serving as a way to honor guests, celebrate special occasions, or simply enjoy moments of mindfulness and reflection.

The Importance of Presentation: In addition to flavor pairings, presentation plays a crucial role in enhancing the tea time experience. Consider serving your tea and desserts on elegant china or decorative trays, and garnish with fresh herbs, edible flowers, or citrus zest for a touch of visual flair.

Investing in quality tea and dessert ware can also elevate the aesthetic appeal of your tea time spread. From intricately designed teapots to dainty cake stands, the right accessories can make even the simplest tea time feel like a special occasion.

Tea Time Facts: Tea leaves contain antioxidants and other beneficial compounds that have been linked to various health benefits, including improved heart health, enhanced cognitive function, and reduced risk of chronic diseases.

Conclusion: In the hustle and bustle of modern life, tea time offers a welcome respite—a chance to slow down, unwind, and indulge in simple pleasures. By mastering the art of pairing tea with desserts, you can transform this daily ritual into a sensory experience that delights the senses and nourishes the soul. So go ahead, brew a pot of your favorite tea, whip up a batch of decadent desserts, and savor the magic of tea time. Cheers!

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