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tkhuluq · 3 months

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Austrian Apple Strudel: A Sweet Vienna Treat

When it pertains to Austrian treats, couple of could opponent the splendid as well as comforting allure of Apple Strudel. Coming from the captivating roads of Vienna, this fascinating bread is a testimony to Austrian bread workmanship as well as a reward you will not intend to miss out on. In this write-up, we will take you on a trip via the background, active ingredients, prep work, as well as the irresistible beauty of Austrian Apple Strudel.

The Background of Apple Strudel

Apple Strudel, called "Apfelstrudel" in German, has actually an abundant background going back to the Habsburg Realm, where Vienna worked as the royal resources. It remained in the Viennese coffeehouses as well as imperial cooking areas that this famous bread got its track record for being a delectable treat. Over the centuries, it has actually come to be an icon of Austrian cooking practice.

The Active ingredients

The magic of Apple Strudel exists in its basic yet unified active ingredients:

Apples: Sharp food preparation apples, such as Gran Smith or Boskoop, are very finely sliced as well as kindly skilled with sugar as well as cinnamon.

Phyllo Dough: The fragile layers of phyllo dough, extended to a slim, translucent sheet, develop the pastry's half-cracked as well as crisp appearance.

Butter: Thawed butter is combed in between the layers of phyllo dough, including splendor as well as taste.

Breadcrumbs: Great breadcrumbs are sprayed over the phyllo dough to soak up unwanted dampness from the apples as well as keep the pastry's clarity.

Raisins as well as Nuts: Optional enhancements such as raisins as well as cut nuts could be consisted of for added appearance as well as taste.

Powdered Sugar: A last cleaning of powdered sugar includes a touch of sweet taste as well as sophistication.

The Prep work

Developing Apple Strudel is a cooking art create. The very finely extended phyllo dough is very meticulously split, combed with thawed butter, as well as sprayed with breadcrumbs. The skilled apple dental filling is spread out equally over the dough, as well as any kind of optional active ingredients are included. The dough is after that rolled right into a fragile, round form, developing layers of half-cracked benefits. It is baked up till gold brownish, causing a bread that is crisp outside as well as tender on the in.

Why Apple Strudel?

Apple Strudel's sustaining appeal could be connected to its best stabilize of tastes as well as appearances. The pleasant as well as sharp apple dental filling, boosted by cozy cinnamon, is a unified suit for the buttery, half-cracked layers of phyllo dough. Whether took pleasure in cozy from the stove or with a glob of whipped lotion, it is a treat that personifies the sweet taste of Vienna.

Verdict

Worldwide of Austrian treats, Apple Strudel stands as a precious timeless. Its background, basic yet splendid active ingredients, as well as careful prep work make it a bread that records the significance of Austrian society. Whether savoring a piece in a Viennese café or developing it in your personal cooking area, Apple Strudel is a pleasant Vienna deal with that welcomes you to experience the classic beauty of Austria, one attack at once.

tags : Austrian Apple Strudel, Viennese dessert, Apfelstrudel

#Austrian Apple Strudel #Viennese dessert #Apfelstrudel #Austrian pastry #Vienna's culinary heritage #Apple Strudel history #Ingredients for Apple Strudel #Austrian baking traditions #Phyllo dough dessert #Viennese coffeehouse treat #Traditional Austrian sweets #Sweet and tart apple pastry #Austrian culinary culture #Desserts in Vienna #Austrian dessert recipes

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magz · 3 months

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[ Original Twitter Thread by @/beelektra ] - Not by Magz, am not Palestinian

Palestinian Foods. (long post)

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"🧵 Thread of Palestinian desserts I've grown up around and seen A thing I'd like to add is that I just like to share my culture! I do not want to spread the narrative that our culture is dying, I only want people to see our foods and traditions 🇵🇸

"As mentioned in the last post, we have knafeh (or kunafa), a buttery dessert made with shredded pastry layers such as cheese and other ingredients like pistacho or cream!"

"Burbara; which comes from Saint Barbara, fun fact! It's a soup dessert that mainly consists of barley, licorice spices, anise, cinnamon, and fennel powder This is a dessert usually many Christian families have to celebrate Saint Barbara, which is December 4th!"

"Malban, which resembles a fruit jelly! Made from starch and sugar Specifically, it's made with grape molasses, thickened with starch and flavored with rose water, and stuffed with almonds (or other nuts including walnuts, treenuts, and peanuts)"

"Khabeesa is simply just a pudding made with grapes, but you prepare it by mixing the grape juice with semolina and nuts + seeds."

"Mtabbak or mtabba, a crispy dough stuffed with crushed walnuts. It also contains cinnamon, sugar, and syrup. Photo credits go to Bartek Kieżun on Instagram"

"Tamriyeh, a fried pastry filled with semolina pudding, scenter with mastic and orange blossom water, and topped off with powdered sugar"

"Ka'ak bi Tamer, which are date paste filled cookies with cinnamon! A dessert made for Eid-Alfitr. It's topped with nigella seeds, and the cinnamon-spiced date paste is the most important part of it all– you can eat it on its own or have it with coffee"

"+ Ka'ak Asawer, another dessert that can be prepared for Eid-Alfitr. It's translated to bracelet cookies, and they use date paste, flour, anise seeds, sugar, ground cinnamon, and olive oil"

"Muhallebi or mahalabia, a milk pudding that's made with sugar, corn starch, and fragrant flavorings! It's topped off with nuts, pistachos, and almonds and sprinkled with ground cinnamon or shredded coconut"

"Rice pudding, which is a common dessert in Palestine, and it's your choice to top it off with nuts or not"

"Stuffed dates, using medjool dates and cracking them open to be stuffed with goat cheese and pistachios– but you're free to add anything else"

"Ma'amoul, a buttery crisp cookie primarily made of farina and can be stuffed with (spiced) dates, walnuts, or pistachios. This is another Christian dessert made by Palestinian mothers during the week of Easter Sunday."

"Halawit Smid, a farina based dessert with added sugar and unsalted cheese. It's preferably served fresh"

"Namoura cake, aka harissa dessert! It's made with semolina or farina flour, and then topped off with syrup once baked"

"Qatayef, which is eaten during the month of Ramadan. It's made of farina, flour, water, and yeast blended together– the process is pretty similiar to making pancakes, but only one side is cooked"

"Since I've mentioned using zaatar for a lot of things, I recently just discovered this but– there's also things such as zaatar cookies!! It's just as implied that the cookies are filled with zaatar, I'd be so willing to make this on my own"

"Baklava, made from phyllo pastry dough, butter, nuts, basil, and a sweet honey syrup"

"Aish el saraya, arabic version of a bread pudding. It's basically a layered bread, where it starts from the bottom, then covered with a sweet syrup, cream, and crumbled pistachios."

"Awwami, it's defined as "crisp donut ball" in English. It's a deep fried dough ball coated with sesame seeds, and dipped in cold syrup water."

"Halawet el Jibn, a sweet cheese dessert rolled with custard, heavy cream, drizzled rose water + syrup, and garnished with nuts."

"Lastly, I'd like to add watermelon and cheese– for me, it's like,,,, bittersweet!!! You should totally try it and we also have this during Ramadan"

"Well, that's all I can think of for Palestinian desserts! Here's the first part for general foods, I know I did make a promise for part two

I hope you guys liked this thread, and if you have any opinions please feel free to quote tweet anything on here if I made a mistake, feel free to correct me, it's always appreciated P.S if you're a zionist commenting here I really don't care, just scroll, I'm sharing my culture

One LAST thing. if you want any of the recipes from here, check out this website, the creator (Wafa) shares so many wonderful traditional Palestinian dishes."

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#text post #o post #palestine #described #in alt text #food #masterpost

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fic-over-cannon · 4 months

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Strawberry Pie

jason todd x gn!reader

summary: you spend a lazy morning finishing baking the pie that Jason started

tags: kissing, fluff, domestic jason todd

rated teen | wc: 1.1k

a/n: a loosely inspired song fic. can be read as a future scene from A Soft Touch or as a standalone. just wanted something light and fluffy and was possessed with the urge for pie so here it is.

It’s warm this morning, but there’s a cool cross-breeze coming in through the open window. It’s not late enough in the spring to start turning on the AC yet, the breeze currently lifting the sheer curtains enough to keep the apartment fresh. You reach over to the empty side of the bed, let your hand bunch up into a fist before pushing yourself upright and out of bed. Jason had told you, between parting kisses, that he’d be late coming home, the planned stakeout likely to go on until noon. You’d expected this, unworried by his absence but still secretly hoping he’d have returned safe to you.

You make yourself a cup of tea and drink it leaning against the countertop, the Formica countertop digging into the small of your back, the thin cotton of your tank top barely blunting the edge. Feeling hungry, you go looking for breakfast ingredients in the fridge. There’s a note from Jason, stuck to the top of the strawberries you’d bought at the farmer’s market yesterday. For pie, do not eat! signed off with a little heart and smiley face. A few shelves down is the pie dough, covered in plastic wrap and exactly where Jason had left it, in a hurry to follow up on the lead his lieutenant had called in.

It’s a lazy Saturday morning, time stretching out in front of you. You pull out the dough and berries, set them onto the counter. Go rummaging through Jason’s box of recipe cards, one of his last keepsakes from his mother and added to by Alfred, until you can find the one for strawberry pie. The recipe is easy enough, Jason having done all the hard work of making the dough.

You start by turning on the radio, an old analogue thing that Jason had been determined to fix by himself, and setting the oven to preheat. The strawberries go into a colander, washed and ready for slicing. You pop one into your mouth and it just about bursts on your tongue, bright and sweet like sunshine. They’re smaller than the kind you can buy at the grocery store, seeds more prominent and scent stronger. It’s a shame that these wild strawberries are only available a few months of the year but it makes them that much sweeter. Humming, you slice through the quart of berries, juice staining your fingertips. Put them in a bowl with cornstarch and sugar, a dash of lemon juice to finish.

Turning to the dough, you start rolling half out onto the floured countertop. It fits into the pie dish Jason had brought back from one of his missions almost perfectly, only a few hanging edges in need of trimming. Feeling adventurous, you decide to braid some of the lattice work for the top. It comes out a little lopsided, but it’s a good first attempt. Fingers pinching, the fluted edge of the pie takes shape. A light hand with the egg wash and a sprinkle of Demerara sugar later and it’s done. You step back to admire your work. It makes a pretty picture, the pie on the marbled countertop, white tulips in a vase from your one foray into pottery, mid-morning sun bright and white through the kitchen windows.

The pie goes into the oven, and you start cleaning up the evidence of your morning’s activities. The dishes go into the washer, the countertop wiped clean, leftover berries into your stomach. So engrossed in your tasks, you don’t hear the door open or the duffel bag hit the floor of the entryway. Arms circle around you, pick you up and spin you in a circle. Jason sets you down, buries his face in your neck.

“Something smells good,” he murmurs into your hair. And it does, the air filled with the scent of golden pastry and roasting strawberries.

“It should. I’ve been working away on that pie all morning.”

“Thought that was my job.” He tries to pout, but you swat at his hip with the dish towel. The timer on the oven goes off, interrupting the moment.

“Well that,” and you gesture at the oven, “can be your job now.”

He accepts his new job with minimal pouting, scooping up the bee-patterned oven mitts and taking out the pie. It’s perfect, golden with rich red juice bubbling through the lattice work. Steam rises off the top in a way that’s got both of your mouths watering. Jason reaches out to pinch off a piece of crust with his bare hand, but you swat his hands away before he can burn his fingers.

“Not yet! It’s got to cool first Jay.” Looking him over, you finally catch on that he’s still got his jacket on and fully zipped up, despite the warm day. He only ever does that when his shirt’s got bloodstains on it. “Go on, take a shower. By the time you’re done the pie’ll be ready and you can have some for breakfast.”

Jokingly holding his hands up in surrender, he starts heading for the bathroom. “Okay, okay, I’m going!”

“Oh and don’t forget to throw anything bloody into the washer, not the laundry basket! I want to run the next load before the stain really sets in this time,” you call over your shoulder. Last time Jason had left it too long, had ended up having to throw away a previous favourite shirt when neither of your combined efforts had gotten the dried blood spatter out.

He makes a noise of assent and you get busy unloading the dishwasher as you can hear the spray of the shower turn on, leaving out two small plates beside the pie. Some forks, a large knife, and an ice cream scoop join them on the counter. You’re just getting the ice cream out of the freezer, the expensive kind with real vanilla beans that Jason splurges on, when he walks back into the kitchen. He hasn’t dried his hair properly, a habit you haven’t gotten him to break in all the time you’ve known each other and grown to just accept.

You hand the knife over to him with a careful kiss, let him carve up slices for the both of you, hands sure and steady. You’re struggling with the ice cream, frozen solid and unwilling to be scooped. Jason notices, gently nudges you out of the way with his hip and takes over, depositing two perfect spheres of ice cream on top of each slice of pie.

Picking up a fork, you feed him the first bite, hand cupped below it to catch any droplets of ice cream. He closes his eyes, goes silent for a moment. You start to get worried that somehow you’ve messed it up, maybe mixed up the salt with the sugar but you were sure it had tasted just fine when you’d licked the filling syrup off of your wrist.

“So? What do you think?”

He smiles before opening his eyes. “I think it tastes like home.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd fic #red hood x you #red hood x reader #jason todd #Spotify #header images from pinterest #header by benkeibear

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cringe-but-proud · 4 months

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I was wondering if you can write for Wonka (2023) x reader where reader is a Baker and meets wonka. This can take place after the movie and where both reader and wonka decided to work together to create a pastry that involves chocolate. So they start brainstorming and working in the kitchen and it just ends in a mess where both reader and wonka are cover in dough and flour and ingredients. Like Yk those basic movies scenes where the girl swipes dough onto the man’s face and all over a sudden food fight is what I had in mind 😅

This is so corny, I love it.

Willy Wonka x gn!baker!Reader (Wonka 2023)

A/n: My requests are open (see pinned post for info) 😈

Warnings: None, I think 🤷

After coming to your bakery for the first time, Willy became a big fan. He'd come by at least once a week and insist that you were the best baker in town.

You disagreed. If you really were the best baker in town, people would've noticed already. You were still stuck in your little hole in the wall bakery where you struggled to make enough money to feed yourself.

But, Willy seemed sure of it. So sure of it, that he offered to help grow your business.

"We should team up." He said to you one day while sitting at the counter of your shop.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "To do what?"

"To promote your bakery!" He beamed. "My chocolate is popular. If you and I teamed up to make... Some chocolate pastry, I could promote it for you, people would come to your bakery, and everyone would realize how amazing you are!"

You paused. "Did you just come up with all of that now?"

"I was up all night brainstorming ideas."

"That's what I thought."

"Well, what do you think? Do you wanna try it?"

You thought about it. It wasn't a bad idea. And it's not like you had any customers to serve right now. "Alright, let's do it."

The two of you decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Simple, but delicious.

The plan was to use your regular cookie recipe, but Willy would be making any of the chocolate that was needed.

As soon as your shop closed, the two of you got to work.

"Alright, you mix the dry ingredients while I cream butter and sugar." You instructed him as you set out all the ingredients.

His job was simple enough, and everything was going smoothly at first.

Key words: At first.

"I'll chop up the chocolate you made, and you can knead the dough." You said as you slid the bowl that the dough was in over to him.

Willy hesitated. "How do I do that?"

You blinked. Had he never made cookies before? That would be a bit surprising considering his love for all things sweet.

"Well, first flour your surface.''

He slowly got some flour, sprinkled it on the counter, and spread it out.

"And now just..." You gently took his hands and guided them as you showed him how to knead the dough. "Like that." You looked up at him to make sure he understood and realized he was already looking at you, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

You returned the slightly flustered look before uttering "Does that make sense?"

He broke out of his daze and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Thank you."

You quickly averted your attention away from him, focusing on chopping up the chocolate for the cookies.

Turns out you were a bit too focused on your task, because when you looked back over to Willy, you realized that he'd managed to get flour all over himself. You couldn't help but giggle at how messy he was.

He turned to look at you and smiled. "What is it?"

"You're covered it flour." You informed him.

He chuckled. "I'm trying, alright?"

"I'm not saying you're not trying! I'm saying you look silly!" You laughed.

"Oh, yeah? Well, your hands are covered in chocolate." He pointed out.

You reached up and swiped your thumb down the bridge of his nose, smearing chocolate on to his skin. He retorted by taking some flour and throwing it at you. You gasped and did the same back to him. When he did it again, you retaliated by getting a small piece of the dough and flinging it at him.

One thing led to another, and there was now a full on food fight going on.

You ducked behind the counter and threw a few pieces of chocolate at him. He suddenly ran over holding all of the dough that was left. He raised an arm, about to throw it at you when you screamed. "I surrender! I surrender!" You were laughing so hard you thought you might cry. He put the dough back on the counter and sat next to you. You both caught your breath, occasionally giggling at how messy you both were.

"Sorry we didn't get the cookies finished." He said after a few moments of comfortable silence.

"It's alright." You brushed him off. "We can always try again, right?"

"Right." He nodded as he smiled contently at you.

...

"You're still helping me clean this all up, though."

"Yeah, I know."

#wonka x reader #wonka 2023 x reader #willy wonka x reader #x reader #fanfiction

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najia-cooks · 4 months

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[ID: First image is of a golden brown boule studded with blueberries and covered with seeds; second image shows the boule cut in half to show a holely bread with blueberries throughout. End ID]

Rustic no-knead blueberry bread

This is a crusty, no-knead, sweet-savory bread that pairs blueberries with spices and herbs inspired by West Asian cooking. Fennel, anise, sesame, and mahlab powder are reminiscent of the دُقَّة كَعْك ("duqqa ka'k"; cake powder) used in pastries, while za'tar and caraway skew more savory.

The long rise yields a well-fermented dough with a robust flavor that stands up well against the sweetness and pungency of the fennel and aniseed. The result is a jammy, complex, aromatic boule.

This bread has an open, irregular crumb, great for slicing, toasting, dipping, or spreading. Try it with labna and honey, olive oil and za'tar, or a spreadable cheese. I've also made sandwiches with thick slices of this bread and fried, glazed tofu drizzled with tarator and topped with Iraqi mango pickles, to excellent effect.

Recipe under the cut!

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Makes one medium-sized boule.

Ingredients:

3 cups (360g) bread flour

2 tsp kosher salt

1/4 tsp dry active yeast

2 tsp mahlab powder (optional)

1 tsp fennel seed + 1 tsp aniseed, coarsely ground

About 1 2/3 cup water (room temperature)

1/2 cup firm fresh blueberries

1 Tbsp za’tar (wild thyme), crumbled

Additional fennel seeds, aniseed, caraway, and sesame, to top

Mahlab (محلب) powder is the ground-up pits of Mahleb cherries. It can be purchased at a halal or specialty spice store.

Za'tar (wild thyme) can be found in dried form at a halal grocery store. Note that the spice blend, which includes wild thyme, sumac, sesame seeds, and other spices, will also be labelled "za'tar." If you don't have or can't locate any of the herb itself, use any dried woody herb of your choice (e.g. rosemary, thyme, sage), chopped.

Instructions:

1. Making the dough. Measure flour into a large mixing bowl. Add salt, yeast, seeds, and thyme and stir to combine.

2. Gradually add water until a soft, sticky dough forms. You may need more or less than 1 2/3 cup.

3. Flatten dough in the bowl and top with some of the blueberries. Fold the dough to enclose the blueberries, add more blueberries on top, and fold again. Repeat until all blueberries are incorporated.

4. First rise. Shape dough into a ball and place in the bowl seam-side down. Pat the top of the dough with some olive oil and cover the bowl with a kitchen towel. Allow to rest at room temperature for 16-20 hours.

5. Shaping. Gently remove the dough from the bowl and allow it to deflate. Shape the boule by folding an edge in over the center, rotating the dough slightly, and repeating until you have gone all the way around.

6. Flip the ball over so the seam side is down. Place your hands on either side of the dough and then move them down towards the base of the boule, tucking some of the dough under and towards the seam, to tighten the top of the ball. Rotate the ball slightly and do this again, repeating until you've gone all the way around a couple times.

This is the basic method for shaping a boule, lightly adapted to avoid breaking any blueberries. If any of the blueberries start to pop out of the surface of the dough, just press them back in.

7. Second rise. Place your boule on a piece of parchment paper and cover with a kitchen towel. Allow to rise for 1-2 hours, until noticeably puffy.

8. Baking. Place a Dutch oven in your oven and preheat to 450 °F (230 °C). Remove the Dutch oven and place the boule, along with the parchment paper, inside. Put the lid on the Dutch oven and return it to the oven. Bake for 30 minutes.

9. Remove the Dutch oven's lid and bake bread for another 20 minutes, or until the crust is deeply golden brown.

To bake the bread without a Dutch oven, preheat a baking tray in the center of the oven, while preheating a skillet (rated to at least 450 °F) in the bottom; once preheated, transfer the bread and parchment paper to the tray, and pour a few cups of water in the skillet; bake for 30 minutes. Remove the skillet and bake another 20 minutes until golden brown.

Allow the bread to cool completely before cutting into it to avoid creating a mushy texture.

#vegan recipes #vegetarian recipes #recipes #bread #blueberries

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yan-lorkai · 4 months

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How would Alucard be with a baker S/O?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Alucard can't taste the little pastries you make so lovingly and tenderly; after all, he no longer can taste human food in the same way he does blood. But the smell and its appearance are very beautiful to him. Everything seems very tasty and has a unique design. And it's different from the sweets he had seen once when he was a child; seeing your pastries is the only time he wishes he could still eat human food.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Like a beast that has been roaming this world knowing nothing but killing, Alucard is more than content to watch you work, concentration always on your face as you explain to him what you are doing. His red eyes follow every movement of your hands, from the way you roll the dough to how you apply the frosting to the cupcakes. Every little detail is recorded in his mind.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ If you ask for his help, then he will assist you. Otherwise, he just looms as a crimson shadow over your shoulder, reading in an uncharacteristic soft tone the next steps of the new recipe you are trying or bringing you the necessary ingredients. He also takes pleasure in scaring your customers with his intimidating gaze. If you ask him why does that though, Alucard says that he's just showing that it's better for them not to be rude. It never ends well for those who are rude to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Just like the long red coat he wears, Alucard presents you with a crimson apron. So, you two are always matching. And he definitely loves to tease you until you can't feel anything but the embarrassment pulsing in your face, until all your thoughts are about him.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Although he enjoys spending time with you like this, Alucard still has his duties to attend to. Blood and adrenaline, he loves all that, but because of you, he is quick and precise in the work that requires his attention. And when he can't be there for you, he lets Baskerville or Seras stay with you in your bakery to protect you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ At the end of each shift, Alucard takes you back home, wanting to hear you talk about your day - even though he always knows everything that happened - and also holding you close to his chest as you are led into the world of dreams.

#yandere hellsing #yandere hellsing ultimate #yandere alucard #yandere alucard x reader #yandere alucard x y/n #hellsing alucard #hellsing alucard x reader #alucard x reader #alucard x you #hellsing ultimate #lorkai headcanon

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femivi · 3 days

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୧ ‧₊˚ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 ♡

thinking of baker wriothesley who's living slow nd peaceful life in the fontainian countryside ; with bunch of wicker baskets 🥧🧺🍓 full of fresh baked pastries ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ྀི꒱ა

you enjoy late sunny afternoon after work spent in your local bakery, that makes just the tastiest mascarpone puff tarts. your favourite. the sweet scent of sugary sweet vanilla and the feeling of warm sunrays on your shoulders that shimmer through the window — add to the comforting and almost whimsical atmosphere of the fontainian patisserie shop.

“the usual?” the young baker asks with a soft voice, as smooth as baritone. slightly surprised, you watch him take out already prepared order in a folded paper box — his fingers gently grazing yours while handing it to you, sending subtle shivers up your forearms. 𓂃𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

- baker wriothesley who's arms and hands are strong and firm from kneading dough every day until its soft enough ><

- baker wriothesley who loves bulle fruit cakes, sweet cream filled croissants and strawberry scones to snack on while brewing marcotte tea in his favourite porcelain cup

- baker wriothesley who dreams of the domesticity of you sitting with him in his kitchen on a saturday afternoon and watching him bake your favourite pastries again and again, because for him— “again” is like for the first time ever

- baker wriothesley who remembers the pastries you like, as well as the ones that don't strike your fancy; he tries to improve the recipes step by step until you slowly fall in love with them just like he quietly did for you . . .

#signed ℱ. ♡#wriothesley fluff #genshin #wriothesely x reader #x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x you #genshin x reader

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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Sweet Gestures

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“So, I noticed you like sweets.”

Hyrule, who was trying to play coy while scooping sugar into his palm, startles and sends white grains flying across Legend and Ravio’s kitchen. “What—no—what?”

Ravio laughs and moves closer so he can bump shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with liking sugar. But if you want something, I’m pretty sure I can make a recipe.”

“Oh. Yeah.” There isn’t the expected excitement.

“Or, I mean, you’re welcome to the sugar…?” Did he misread the situation?”

Hyrule only curls further into himself. “Sorry, I can clean up the mess.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about?” Ravio’s brows furrow; how did this conversation go wrong so quickly?”

“Um.” The traveler stares at his shoes, shoulders hunching. “Sorry, please excuse me.” Then he darts from the kitchen, bumping into Wild on his way out.

The champion watches him go, then turns to Ravio. “What was that about?”

“I don’t know! I said I noticed he likes sweets because he’s been taking sugar from the jar. I can make him a treat if he wants? And he just—shut down.” The merchant turns pleading eyes on Wild. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you are fine.” He claps a hand on Ravio’s shoulder and moves to help him sweep up the sugar on the counter. “Hyrule can be sensitive, that’s all. He’s had to protect himself for a long time. It’s hard to let others in.”

“Is it…a secret?”

Wild shrugs one shoulder. “I think Rulie would really like it if you made him something, though.”

Ravio nods, turning to pull out his cookbooks. “Let me think of something you couldn’t have on the road.”

Throwing a two-fingered salute, he saunters back out. Ravio returns to his cookbooks. What can he make that will be special, but also sweet? Not candy; Wild already makes honey candy for them on the road. Maybe…a pastry? He has been meaning to try that new recipe he found. Mind made up, he turns to pull out ingredients. ~

So the first batch is…well, calling them an eyesore is a compliment. Ravio gives a deep sigh before dumping them all in the trash. He’ll get better in round two. Maybe he’ll start prepping more dough so he doesn’t have to wait each time for the chilling period. At least he’s got all day.

Making more dough is a good idea because the second batch is also inedible. Most of the heroes have wandered into the kitchen and been chased out already. Legend sticks his head in, looks at his frazzled housemate, and abruptly retreats.

The third batch is burnt, because Ravio got distracted after putting them in to bake. He’s got more dough, but…after this, he’s going to be out of butter.

“Link!” He pops his head out the back door, making Four—sitting on the stoop—jump. “Link—oh, hi Four. Have you seen Legend?”

“I’m here, I’m here! What’s the racket about?”

“My hero!” The merchant gushes, batting his lashes. Legend’s face puckers. “I need more butter. Do you mind running out and grabbing some?”

“More butter? Didn’t we have plenty?”

“Yes.”

“Does this have to do with whatever you are burning in my kitchen?”

“Yes.”

“Do I get to eat it when you are done?”

“…yes.”

“Fine.” Legend rolls his eyes but reaches a hand down to pull Four up. “You’re coming with me.”

“What? What did I do?”

“You existed within my eyesight,” the vet deadpans.

“I can be shorter.”

Ravio leaves them to bicker, turning back to the dough he already had. This time, he’ll get it right. ~

By dinner time, the group decides to trek to Kakariko for dinner out, as Ravio’s turned the kitchen into what Legend deems, his own personal nightmare. Why is this so hard? Sure, it’s got a lot of finicky steps, and temperatures to follow, and layering the dough, and—

Maybe he should have picked something easier.

…he definitely should have picked something easier. ~

The group returns and goes to bed late, still giving the kitchen a wide berth. It’s after midnight when Ravio finally pulls out a perfect batch of baked goods and transfers them to cool.

Then he collapses in a chair, exhausted. Frustration sapped his patience hours ago, but the sweet does smell delicious. He’ll just wait for them to cool a little longer. It probably wouldn’t hurt to rest his eyes…just for a moment… ~

“Ravio? Ravio!”

The merchant mumbles something into his sleeve, then raises his head to blink at the blurry shape before him. “Hyrule? Is something wrong?”

“It smells really good in here. And then I found you asleep on the table. Shouldn’t you…go to bed?”

It takes another long moment for Ravio’s brain to catch up to the situation. “Oh! I made you something!” He’s out of the chair with a yawn, going to check on the baked goods. They’re cooler, but still a little warm. He transfers one to a plate and thrusts it at the healer.

“Um.” Hyrule takes it, a little nonplussed. “It's…late?”

“Oh. Yeah, you probably don’t want sweets this late, sorry. You can try it at breakfast.” He reaches for the plate, but Hyrule just pulls it into his chest. “Or you can try it now,” he amends.

“Is this what you were baking all day?”

Ravio grabs another pastry, carefully pulling the parchment away from the side. “Yeah. A little harder than I thought, but I think these ones turned out pretty well.”

Hyrule turns his around, then sucks on this thumb when it comes back sticky. His eyes light up and he takes a bite. Ravio copies him.

Butter and sugar are sandwiched between layers of dough. It took a lot of work to get it to roll out at the right consistency without melting, but the result is layers of light pastry. The sugar on the outside is caramelized and slightly sticky. While the butter is melted into the dough, each bite oozes richness.

Hyrule moans and shoves more of the baked good in his mouth. “Dis is the befst ting I’ve ever had. Dun tell Wild!”

It takes Ravio a second to decipher the words through his full mouth, but then he grins. “I’m glad you like it. And I agree, this is pretty darn good.”

The traveler swallows before speaking again. “How did you manage to make something sweeter than straight sugar?”

“The magic of baking?”

They both giggle and go back to their treats. Hyrule gives him another shy glance. “Really, thank you for going to all this effort. It means a lot.”

“You deserve it, Hyrule. And if this is one way I can help? I’m happy I got the chance to do so.”

The traveler’s smile is as sweet as the sugar they eat.

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simmeringstarfruit · 9 months

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Sweet Pastry Dough

Sweet pastry dough! A delicious pastry base made with a touch of sugar, perfect for tarts, pies, and other baked goods. This recipe’s delicate, buttery, flaky crust composition complements a wide range of fillings, from fruit to pumpkin. Crisp yet tender, and slightly sweet with just a hint of lemon, this simple yet versatile tart shell crust is traditionally known as the pâte sucrée. Jump to…

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ddejavvu · 7 months

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Hi! If you’re ever in the mood, maybe could we get Hangman going into a florist shop (maybe to get his mom flowers or something idk) or a bakery and meeting reader who works there and she is just overall really sweet and he pretty much falls head over heels

The man that he has to shoulder past in the doorway makes Jake assume that his breakfast voyage to the new bakery on the coast will be a disastrous one, but one glance from you has him reconsidering.

Your eyes are trained on him from the moment he lumbers through the door, but Jake chooses to think that's because he's so impossibly handsome rather than because he's the only person there. You smile at him with all of the warmth of the pastry oven beside you, but none of the bite of its flame, and he steps up to the counter feeling like he's been sun-kissed.

"Hello, sir." You offer, and your voice is sweet like the glaze drizzled over the cinnamon rolls in your window, "What can I get for you this morning?"

Perhaps if you were different - harsher, maybe, sharper - he'd have asked for your number. But you seem too sweet for a savory one-liner, and he bites his tongue until his spit bleeds hot to restrain himself.

"Uh, just a blueberry muffin and a black coffee-" It takes every ounce of self-control not to call you sugar, the word ironically sour on his tongue, "-please."

"Warmed?" You pause from tapping his order into your computer, gazing curiously at him. He blinks, once, twice, then realizes you mean his muffin rather than his rapidly beating heart, nodding disjointedly.

"Alright," You smile, movements smooth like dough that's been expertly kneaded- not that Jake needs to be thinking about kneading you right now, "I'll have that ready for you in a moment, sir. Uh- military discount?"

You eye his bulging biceps pointedly, spying a tan neckline beneath the zipper of his jacket. His face melts into a dopey smile like butter over pancakes, and he tries keeping his voice similarly smooth when he nods, "Yeah."

"Thank you for your service," You nod before totaling his order up, and even if it's a phrase that's programmed into you, memorized just as diligently as the recipes you bake by, he finds that it means more from you than it ever has from any passing stranger.

He lingers at the counter while your system loads his payment, and keeps his head ducked towards the pin-pad though his eyes wander to your busy form.

You brew his coffee easily, and place his blueberry muffin into the oven with enough care that not a single crumb of the topping falls off. You give it fifteen seconds, then package it in a plastic box, retrieving his coffee and setting it on top. You hand him his two items, one on top of each other, and it means that your fingers linger on the babse of the container and the lid of his coffee cup longer than they need to, just to be sure he's not going to drop the precariously balanced meal.

"Have a nice day, sir." You beam at him with more of that celestial warmth, and the tinkle of a bell means that Jake has to step aside to let a new customer order. Otherwise he thinks he might linger, feet stuck to the floor and elbows growing achy as he leans them against the counter to talk with you while you work. He files the plan away for later, a recipe for a first date, and takes his leave, though not before throwing one last glance at you as he opens the door with his back.

Maybe it's wishful thinking, but he's fairly certain you're looking at the new customer a little more like a stale croissant than the sugary feast you'd seen in Jake.

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Can you do Caius x mate reader

❝baked goodness❞

✭ pairing : volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is the owner of “baked asf” a bakery which she opened with some funds she had saved up, one day out of the ordinary a man shops by and it seems it’s history from there

✭ twilight masterlist

The aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air as (Y/N) bustled around her bakery, "Baked Asf." She had poured her heart and soul into this place, a dream she had pursued with unwavering determination. Every morning, she woke before the sun to knead dough, perfect recipes, and create mouthwatering delicacies that drew customers from far and wide.

It was a quaint bakery, nestled in a charming corner of the small town. Warm, golden lights spilled onto the sidewalk through the large, inviting windows, beckoning those passing by to step into a world of sweet delights.

One crisp evening, just before closing time, (Y/N) was meticulously arranging her display of cupcakes when the chime of the bell above the door caught her attention. She looked up, expecting to see a customer browsing her treats, but her gaze locked onto a figure that sent a shiver down her spine.

Caius Volturi, a name that had whispered through the town like an ominous breeze, stood framed in the doorway. His piercing crimson eyes scanned the bakery's interior, seemingly indifferent to the delicious pastries on display. His presence was a stark contrast to the warm and inviting atmosphere (Y/N) had created.

Curiosity piqued, (Y/N) approached him cautiously, a friendly smile on her lips. "Welcome to Baked Asf. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Caius regarded her with a calm and calculating expression. He had walked in merely to see what this bakery was about, but something inexplicable stirred within him as he met her gaze. The scent of her freshly baked goods was nothing compared to the intoxicating fragrance that wafted from her skin.

"No, thank you," he replied in a low, velvety voice that held a trace of an accent. "I'm just looking."

As (Y/N) continued to talk to him about her baked goods, her heart raced. There was an aura of danger about Caius that was impossible to ignore, but she couldn't deny that there was something undeniably captivating about him.

Caius, however, was grappling with a realization that shook the core of his being. He had just met his mate, the one person fated to be his for all eternity. But (Y/N) had no idea of the supernatural world he inhabited, nor did she understand the significance of their meeting.

As he exchanged polite pleasantries with her, Caius couldn't help but wonder how he could reveal his true nature to (Y/N) without driving her away. He knew that he was bound to protect her, but the shadows of the Volturi loomed over their newfound connection, threatening to engulf them both in a world of darkness and secrets.

Caius Volturi found himself visiting Baked Asf more frequently than he ever anticipated. Each time he stepped through the bakery's door, he felt an inexplicable pull, a magnetic force that drew him toward the owner, (Y/N). It was a sensation he couldn't resist, even though he knew he didn't need to consume human food.

Every evening, just before closing time, he would enter the bakery. The chime of the bell above the door had become a familiar sound, and (Y/N)'s face would light up with a radiant smile as she greeted him.

"Good evening, Caius. What can I get you today?" she would ask, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Caius, well aware that he didn't need to eat human food, would pick up a pack of muffins or a cookie from the display, the same every time. "I'll take this, please."

He watched as (Y/N) carefully wrapped his chosen treat, and he paid with generous bills that far exceeded the cost of the pastries. It wasn't the pastries that drew him; it was the simple joy he saw in (Y/N)'s eyes each time he made a purchase. He couldn't deny the pleasure it brought him to make her day just a little brighter.

Days turned into weeks, and Caius's visits became a routine. (Y/N) had noticed his frequent appearances and had even joked about him being her most loyal customer. She had no inkling of the supernatural world he belonged to or the depth of his feelings for her.

As Caius continued his daily visits, he couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of his actions. The Volturi were known for their secrecy, and his connection to a human, no matter how innocent it seemed, was a potential risk.

Yet, he couldn't stay away. It had become more than just about (Y/N)'s smile or the satisfaction of brightening her day. It was about something he had never experienced in his long existence—a genuine connection with another soul.

The more he interacted with (Y/N), the more he craved her presence. He found himself wanting to learn more about her, her dreams, and her aspirations. He wanted to protect her, not just from the world of vampires but from the ordinary challenges that life threw at her.

Caius was trapped in a delicate dance, torn between his loyalty to the Volturi and the desire to keep (Y/N) safe and happy. As the days passed, he knew that the complications of their connection were bound to unravel, and he would have to make choices that could alter the course of their lives forever.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the ancient streets of Volterra, Caius Volturi prepared for his nightly visit to Baked Asf. He had come to cherish these moments, the brief respite from his duties and the connection he had formed with (Y/N), the bakery's owner.

However, tonight was different. As he made his way to the door, Marcus, one of the Volturi's most ancient and perceptive members, blocked his path. His hooded cloak concealed his eyes, but the air of curiosity surrounding him was palpable.

"Caius," Marcus began in his soft, monotone voice, "I have noticed your frequent departures each evening. I am curious about this diversion of yours."

Caius knew he couldn't evade Marcus's inquiries for long. The Volturi leader was perceptive, and secrets within the coven were not easily kept. He weighed his options and made a quick decision.

"Marcus," Caius said, his voice low and measured, "if you wish to understand, then follow me. Bring your cloak."

Without waiting for Marcus to respond, Caius turned and strode away from the Volturi castle, knowing that every minute was precious. He could sense that Marcus was right behind him, his presence silent but unmistakable.

The two vampires moved through the darkened streets, passing unnoticed by the oblivious human inhabitants of Volterra. Finally, they reached the familiar corner where Baked Asf stood, its warm lights casting a golden glow onto the cobblestone path.

Caius pushed open the bakery's door, and the melodious chime of the bell announced their arrival. As he stepped inside, Marcus followed, his eyes scanning the cozy interior. His gaze fell upon (Y/N), who was behind the counter, her smile bright as she greeted her customers.

Caius watched Marcus closely, aware that his reaction could have far-reaching consequences. The bond between him and (Y/N) was a secret he had guarded fiercely, but now it was laid bare for Marcus to see.

(Y/N) looked up, her gaze meeting Caius's, and her smile widened. "Good evening, Caius. The usual?"

Caius nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, please."

Marcus, hidden in the shadows, observed the exchange between Caius and (Y/N). He could sense the genuine affection between them, a connection that transcended the ordinary. It was a bond that neither words nor actions could deny.

As (Y/N) prepared Caius's usual order, Marcus realized the depth of his companion's feelings. Caius had found something rare and precious in this human, something that had captured his heart in a way that Marcus had never witnessed before in their long existence.

Caius paid for his purchase with the same generosity he had shown every evening. As he left Baked Asf, Marcus followed him back into the night, the weight of their silent encounter hanging heavily in the air.

The visit to the bakery had revealed more than just a secret—it had unveiled the vulnerability and humanity that still lingered within the cold hearts of vampires. Caius's connection to (Y/N) was a testament to the enduring power of love, and it left Marcus with questions that would undoubtedly reshape the destiny of the Volturi.

The cozy atmosphere of Baked Asf welcomed another visitor, a stranger to (Y/N)'s bakery. It was Marcus, cloaked in his usual hooded attire, who entered the bakery earlier than Caius, as if by design.

(Y/N) looked up from behind the counter, her curiosity piqued by the sight of the enigmatic newcomer. She offered him a warm smile as she approached, ready to extend the same hospitality she had shown Caius on countless occasions.

"Good evening," she greeted him politely. "Welcome to Baked Asf. Is there something I can get for you today?"

Marcus inclined his head slightly, acknowledging her with a nod. "Good evening, (Y/N). I am Marcus," he introduced himself, his voice low and measured.

His name sent a ripple of surprise through her. Caius had never mentioned a brother before. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Marcus. What can I get you?"

Marcus seemed content to engage in conversation, and (Y/N) found herself drawn into their discussion. They talked about the bakery, the town, and the changing seasons, all while the air inside Baked Asf filled with the tantalizing scent of freshly baked pastries.

Time passed, and (Y/N) realized that Caius had yet to arrive. She glanced at the clock, a touch of concern in her eyes. "I'm surprised Caius isn't here yet. He usually comes in just before closing."

Marcus's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Ah, Caius can be rather unpredictable at times. But he speaks highly of you, (Y/N). He holds you in the highest regard."

The unexpected compliment warmed (Y/N)'s heart. She had grown fond of Caius over the months, and knowing that he had spoken kindly of her made her feel a connection that transcended their daily interactions.

Just as their conversation neared its end, Marcus stood to leave. He turned to face (Y/N), his crimson eyes locked onto hers. "It has been a pleasure getting to know you, (Y/N). I look forward to having you as a future sister-in-law."

His words hung in the air, and (Y/N)'s brow furrowed in confusion. "Sister-in-law?"

Marcus's smile widened, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Yes, (Y/N). Caius speaks of you as if you are already a part of our family. It seems he has found something truly special in you."

Taken aback by the unexpected revelation, (Y/N) stammered, "I...I don't understand."

Marcus's expression remained serene, his gaze never leaving hers. "You will, in time. Just know that Caius cares for you deeply, and that speaks volumes in our world."

With those cryptic words, Marcus departed, leaving (Y/N) with a flurry of thoughts and emotions swirling in her mind. The bond between her and Caius had taken an unexpected turn, and she couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious world that Marcus hinted at. As she continued to serve her customers, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life had become intertwined with something far beyond the ordinary, and she was on the cusp of a revelation that would change everything.

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kitchenwitchtingss · 9 months

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BAKED APPLE HAND PIES

This apple filling will have your house smell amazing for late summer or the fall season ~

A little concept I love is that not everything has to have a direct meaning or be meticulously planned out. Some foods just make you feel good, or happy, and you don't know quite why.

For me, it's any variation of an apple pie.

Anything cinnamon-spiced apple-related immediately puts me in a good mood. This recipe could be made to share with your friends and family, or even to celebrate Lughnasadah, if you celebrate it lol.

INGREDIENTS:

A good quality pie dough recipe

6-7 medium-sized apples (I use a mix of Granny Smith and Honeycrisp because they are my favorite mix of sweet and tart)

1/4 cup granulated sugar

1/4 cup honey

1/2 cup brown sugar

2-3 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/2 tsp allspice

1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg

A pinch of salt

Juice of half a lemon (if you like a more tart filling you could use up to a whole lemon)

Corn starch slurry (1 tbsp cornstarch to 2 tbsp water)

For the Cinnamon Sugar:

1/3 cup sugar

1 tbsp cinnamon

1/4 tsp salt

1 tsp allspice

A pinch of nutmeg

DIRECTIONS:

PREP: Peel, cut, and core your apples into little cubes small enough to fit into our little fried bite-size pieces. Add the diced apple pieces into a medium pot along with brown sugar, granulated sugar, and honey. Stir clockwise for good luck! Mix and let sit for about 15 minutes. Or until you can no longer see solid granules of sugar. Almost like a syrup at the bottom of the pot. Make your cornstarch slurry.

Turn the heat to medium and add in cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, allspice, and lemon juice. Let sit on medium-low heat for about 10 minutes, it should be bubbly and starting to thicken up. Add in cornstarch slurry and stir until the filling becomes nice and glossy and thick. Take off the heat and wait for it to come to room temperature.

With chilled dough, roll it out pretty thinly. If they are too thick, it will be a little dry. Cut rectangles about 2 1/2 inches long. With an egg wash brush the edges, then spoon in pie filling, making sure not to overfill, or else you risk the filling oozing from the sides. Take another rectangle and layer it over your one with the apple filling on it. Crimp shut with a fork. Repeat until there is no filling left.

Brush the tops with egg wash. Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar mixture on the tops. Use a knife to vent the pastry 3 times diagonally. Bake in oven at 400F for 23 minutes, or until golden brown.

I finish here with some maple syrup glaze that's really tasty.

Enjoy!

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doumachi · 4 months

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bakeryboy!soobin :))

soobin was a tall, handsome boy with a heart as warm as the oven he used to bake. he was the heart of the bakery, his passion for baking as evident as the flour often dusted on his cheeks, and his hands were strong and steady from years of kneading dough. he was a sight to behold, especially when he was in his element, baking.

next door lived you, the girl who had captured soobin’s heart. you had moved in a few years ago and had been a regular at the bakery ever since. your daily visits to the bakery were the highlights of his day. you had moved in a few years ago and had been a regular at the bakery ever since. every time you brushed the flour off his cheeks, his heart would skip a beat, and he would blush, a sight that always made you giggle.

every morning, like clockwork, you would visit the bakery. and every morning, soobin would prepare the freshest batch of pastries just for you. he would watch from the corner of his eye as you walked in, your face lighting up at the sight of the freshly baked treats.

one particular morning, as the sun was just beginning to peek over the hills, soobin was taking out a fresh batch of pastries from the oven. he had made your favorite, blueberry muffins. as he carefully placed them in a box, he saw you walking towards the bakery. his heart pounded in his chest as he dusted off his apron and prepared himself.

as you walked in, he greeted you with a blush on his cheeks and a shy smile. he handed you the box and said, "here, these are for you. fresh from the oven." your eyes lit up, and you thanked him, your hand lingering a little longer on his than it should. his heart fluttered at the contact, his smile growing wider.

from that day on, soobin looked forward to your visits even more. he would wake up extra early to prepare your favorite pastries, always ready with a box of freshly baked treats and a shy smile. and every time your hands lingered on his, his heart would flutter, and he would blush, making you smile even more.

after months of these sweet encounters, soobin decided it was time to confess his feelings. he was nervous, his hands shaking slightly as he prepared your favorite pastry, a blueberry muffin. he carefully placed it in a box, along with a small note that read, "i knead you in my life."

as you walked into the bakery, soobin's heart pounded in his chest. he handed you the box with a shy smile. "i baked something special for you," he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. you opened the box, your eyes lighting up at the sight of the muffin. but then, you noticed the note.

you read it, your eyes widening in surprise. you looked up at Soobin, who was nervously waiting for your reaction. "soobin," you began, "i...i knead you in my life too."

his eyes lit up, his smile wider than ever. he let out a sigh of relief, his heart filled with joy.

overwhelmed with happiness, soobin reached out, pulling you into a warm hug. you return the favor, smiling into his chest like a lovesick teenager. his heart was pounding, but he felt a sense of calm wash over him as he held you close. he gently pulled away, his hands moving up to caress your face, his thumbs brushing against your smiling cheeks.

"come, sit with me," he said, leading you to a small table by the window. he pulled out a chair for you, his gentlemanly nature shining through. once you were seated, he sat beside you, the box with the blueberry muffin between you.

he opened the box, taking out the muffin and breaking off a piece. he held it up to your mouth, a soft smile on both your faces. "try it," he said, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. you took a bite, the taste of the muffin even sweeter knowing it was baked with love.

as you enjoyed the muffin, soobin started talking, sharing his dreams of one day expanding the bakery, of baking new recipes together, of spending more mornings like this one. it was a simple conversation, but it held promises of a future filled with love and warmth. and in that moment, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be, with the boy who had stolen your heart with his sweet pastries and even sweeter love.

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mariacallous · 2 months

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When I was a kid, my family would occasionally start Saturday mornings off with a treat that every little girl with a sweet tooth dreams of: Pillsbury Grands cinnamon rolls. They were ooey and gooey and messy topped with a cream cheese icing that rivaled Cinnabon any day of the week. I could’ve eaten a dozen if left to my own devices.

As I’ve gotten older, the magic of a can of cinnamon rolls has faded a little. These days, I prefer to make my own, tweaking the traditional recipe to combine this childhood treat with one of my favorite Jewish bakes. Enter: Babka Cinnamon Rolls.

This recipe takes a traditional brown sugar-cinnamon babka and turns it into pure decadence by condensing the standard loaf into single-serving brioche rolls and topping them with a cream cheese icing. Different from the cinnamon rolls you may be used to, this dough isn’t as sweet and includes ribbons of buttery brown sugar and cinnamon layered throughout.

You can use bread flour or all-purpose flour to make the babka dough, though I prefer bread flour because it has a higher protein content and leaves the rolls fluffier and chewier.

These rolls are not complicated to make, but need to proof/rest three times, for a total of three hours. The first, and longest, proof is two hours, so plan your day accordingly!

This recipe yields four big, generous cinnamon rolls that perhaps should technically feed more than one person each, but that you’ll probably eat all by yourself (and enjoy every bite). They are the perfect breakfast pastry – after all, how bad can a day be when it starts with one of these?

If, for whatever reason, you’re not able to finish them all at once, you can store the baked rolls in the fridge for up to three days. Just pop them in the microwave for 20-30 seconds to warm them back up before digging in.

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najia-cooks · 2 months

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Apple tart with chili-cardamom caramel

A tart-sweet apple filling, spiced with Ceylon cinnamon and fennel, layered on a robust, flaky crust, then drizzled with a warming, aromatic clear caramel. The spices are subtle, creating a play of complementary flavors with no resounding winner.

Releasing liquid from the apples ahead of baking serves two purposes: creating a crust that is crisp all the way through; and forming a base for the caramel, marrying the flavors of the topping and the sauce.

Recipe under the cut!

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Ingredients

Makes one 12” x 12” tart. Serves 4-6.

For the dough:

1 cup (120g) all-purpose flour

1/4 tsp kosher salt

100g salted non-dairy margarine (stick form)

About 3 Tbsp cold water

For the topping:

1 1/2 baking apples, washed, cored, and thinly sliced

1/2-inch chunk Ceylon cinnamon, toasted and ground, or 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon (or substitute 1/4 tsp cassia cinnamon)

1/4 tsp fennel seeds, toasted and ground, or 1/4 tsp ground fennel

Pinch ground cloves

2 Tbsp vegetarian granulated sugar

Pinch salt

To assemble:

1/2 Tbsp non-dairy margarine, melted

For the caramel:

Liquid from draining apples

3 Tbsp sugar

3 green cardamom pods, crushed

1-2 dried red chilies, broken

With 1 chili, the sauce is to my taste warming without being detectably spicy. Increase chili as desired.

Instructions

For the dough:

1. Combine flour and salt in a mixing bowl. Cut cold margarine into an even dice with a sharp knife and coat in flour (or cut margarine into flour with a pastry cutter).

2. Add water, kneading dough against the sides of the bowl, until it just comes together. Cover and put in the refrigerator to chill.

For the topping:

1. Wash apples, core, and slice thinly. Toss with spices, salt, and sugar and put in a sieve over a bowl to drain. Leave for about an hour, stirring once, until apples have released several tablespoons of liquid.

To shape:

1. While the apples rest, roll out dough into a rough rectangle on a generously floured surface.

2. Fold the rectangle in three widthwise, like an envelope, and then in half widthwise to form a square.

3. Re-flour the surface, if necessary. Roll out dough again into a large square about 1/4” (1/2 cm) thick. Brush the surface of the dough with melted margarine.

To assemble:

1. Arrange apples over the dough so that they overlap slightly, leaving a 1-inch (2.5 cm) border on all sides.

2. Fold the edges over the apples and press down on the corners to seal.

3. Put in the freezer to chill while preparing the caramel.

For the caramel:

1. Pour the liquid from the apples into a saucepan (preferably one with a light-colored bottom) and heat on medium-low. Add sugar and stir to dissolve.

2. Add spices and heat on medium, without stirring, until simmering. If sugar starts to stick to the sides of the pan, brush it down with a wet pastry brush.

3. Continue to heat, gently moving the mixture back and forth with a rubber spatula if you notice the color changing unevenly, until caramel is a light amber color. This will probably happen quickly, so watch closely.

4. Remove from heat and carefully dunk the bottom of the pot in a bowl of cool water to halt further cooking.

To bake:

1. Preheat your oven to 400 °F (205 °C) with the rack in the center. Bake the apple tart for 50-60 minutes, until crust is golden brown and apples are tender.

2. Drizzle with caramel and serve hot.

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