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morethansalad · 2 years
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No-Bake Greek Halva Cake with Whipped Chocolate Ganache (Vegan)
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inertialily · 6 months
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Apple Halva Loaf Cake Recipe Crumbled halva and tahini melt into this apple loaf cake as it bakes, giving it unique flavor and texture. 1 teaspoon baking soda, 2 tablespoons turbinado sugar or to taste, 1/2 teaspoon sea salt, 1 cup all-purpose flour, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 2 large eggs, 5.5 tablespoons tahini, 1/2 cup buttermilk, 1/2 cup crumbled halva, 1/2 cup packed brown sugar, 1/2 cup butter melted and cooled, 3/4 cup whole wheat pastry flour, 1 teaspoon baking powder, 1 apple cut into small cubes
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witekspicsgoods · 1 year
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Sweet food products from Christmas market 2022 - Wroclaw, Poland.
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cookie run ocs! this is chimney cake and his 2 adoptive daughters halva and sesame snap.
chimney is a wealthy industrialist who actually uses his stupid money to try and do good which his why he bankrolls poppy seed roll cookie (and also because he has a crush on him) try to guess what my voiceclaim for him is, i bet youll never guess it
halva and sesame snap are orphaned twins who chimney just. picked off the street lol
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cuepoc · 10 months
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Apple Halva Loaf Cake
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As the apple loaf cake bakes, crumbled halva and tahini melt into it, giving it a distinctive flavor and texture.
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what-marsha-eats · 2 years
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mariacallous · 2 months
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Halva fluff — otherwise known as “shredded halvah,” “halvah shaar,” or “hair halvah” — is a more delicate, versatile version of the bricks of halvah you’re probably familiar with. Because it’s shredded, it dissolves as it hits your tongue, like a sophisticated, nutty cotton candy. Though there are desserts  from all over the world called halvah, halvah fluff is Middle Eastern: It’s made with tahini and sugar or honey (it’s similar in texture, but not in flavor, to Turkish pismaniye, often referred to as “halvah floss” or “string halvah,” which contains flour and butter).
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Unlike block halvah, which comes in an ever-increasing array of flavors (my favorite spot in Tel Aviv’s Levinsky Market has an irresistible Lotus cookie halvah, though New York-based Seed + Mill’s sea salt dark chocolate halvah is a serious contender ), shredded halvah sticks to the classics; it’s usually plain, though occasionally chocolate or pistachio flavored.
So how do you use halvah fluff? (Aside from eating it straight from the tub.)
Pair It With Ice Cream
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Swirl the shredded strands into your ice cream base before freezing for a sesame ripple effect.
And/or bundle it on top of an ice cream sundae or milkshake. Add a drizzle of silan (date syrup) and a sprinkling of chopped pistachios for the ultimate indulgence.
Bake With It
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Substitute it for marshmallows in ‘smores.
When recipes call for crumbled halvah, substitute the shredded variety. It’s much easier to work with, and less of a mess. I love to twist it into babkas.
Or use it for visual effect, as you would cotton candy, like wrapped around a layer cake for a Great British Baking Show showstopper challenge appeal, or swirled on top of cupcakes.
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ilovewillsolace · 4 months
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part 2 of my Octavian and Lavinia headcanons
she gave him to tastse sweeties very popular in Russia(pastilles, palava, halva, churchkhela, cranberries in powdered sugar, tubes with condensed milk, kozinaki, medovik(the most tasteful cake in the world), pechen'e and bubliki)
he liked almost everything from it but almost cracked his tooth at kozinak
Maslenitsa
Lavinia made all camp celebrate Maslenitsa(that was her slavic spiritual recharge)
as russian, Lavinia has a lot of problems with illegal pirate content
Octavian always need to pay for her fnes after another downolading of pirate game
Lavinia: a fish to eat and a dick to seat
Octavian: what?!
Lavinia: ugh... it's win-win in russian
Octavian:
Octavian: why you guys can't be normal at least one time
Octavian watching Lavinia drink pickle from pickled mushrooms or cucumbers straight from the jar: I've already come to terms with it
regular watching of Smeshariki(only in russian)
Octavian was slightly terrified when Lavinia showed him some IC3PEAK clips and explaned meaning of happened and their lyrics
Lavinia: where's snow
Octavian: it's California, there's no snow
Lavinia: WHAT?!
Lavinia: so you guys don't know what it's like to somehow get up in the morning when it's still dark as night, put on a bunch of clothes because it's -30 outside, and then go home in the dark because the sun set at three o'clock in the afternoon?
Lavinia: I feel really sorry for you
Octavian: that's debatable
Lavinia constantly eats buterbrodi(it's like sandwiches, but not exactly like sandwiches)
she also was shocked of how few legal weekends in holidays americans have
Lavinia has problems with american kitchen and food cause russian kitchen is healthier
a useful habit that Octavian picked up from her: eating soup every day
Lavinia adores russian comics of publishhouse Bubble("uh-huh, Cotya, we do have lgbt characters in our comics which is much more well-written than lgbt characters in american comics")
it is very difficult for her to speak in english, because it doesn't have emotionally colored words and different speech styles like in russian
Lavinia's mysterious and completely inexplicable love for travelling in trains
fried pelmeni obsession!!
Octavian can pronounce Асимова Лавиния Сергеевна in perfect russian
whe he called her like this, she understand she has big problems
Lavinia often makes strange/dark/very funny jokes cause it's slavic coping machanism
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kineats · 7 months
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recipes for spix’s macaw or dingo therians? 🪶
You got it! ^_^ First I'll do fruit, seeds, and nuts, with maybe some cactus for funsies, for the macaw; then I'll do small game and poultry and pork, with some fruit and veg, for the dingo~
Spix's Macaw Recipes:
Nutty Pumpkin Oatmeal
Pistachio Spread
Kanuchi (Nut Soup)
Breakfast Bowls
Ajo Blanco (Different Nut Soup)
Pear and Walnut Salad
Fruit, Seed, and Nut Bars
Cactus Paddle Tutorial and Recipes
Halva with Fruit and Nuts
Cactus Casserole
Pesto alla Trapanese
Millet, Carrot, and Spinach Cakes
More Millet Recipes (Both Sweet and Savory!)
Hickory Nut Shortbread
Birch Bark Flour and Cookies! (Surprisingly tasty~!)
Dingo Recipes:
Sorrel & Slow Cooked Spring Chicken
Grilled Chicken with Daylily Buds and Mulberry Sauce
Whole Grilled Mediterranean Chicken
Stewed Chicken
Hearty Fall Chicken Stew
Pulled Pork
Wild Boar and Mushroom Stew
Wild Hog BBQ
Texas "Lizard Eggs" (Not actual lizard eggs)
Butterflied Quail with Orange Glaze
Shaved Asparagus "Grass" Salad
Whole Baked Fish
A TON of Rabbit Recipes
Rabbit, Hare, and Squirrel Recipes
A Ton of Forage Recipes~
Hope this helps!!!
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morethansalad · 1 year
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Cactus Pear, Lavender and Walnut Halva / Χαλβάς με φραγκόσυκο, λεβάντα και καρύδια (Vegan)
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Hey, sorry to bother, but you mentioned on an ask about writing jack with a ww1 soldier and an immigrant and i have a vague memory of reading the first? I was wondering if you could add a link to where it is since i cant seem to find it. Thanks :)
I don't currently have the WW1 up because it got flagged on my old blog for some reason but the second one is below or here on ao3.
Australia, 1920s.
At the end of the street where Jack had lived in Melbourne after the war, there was a Greek cafe and bakery. Among all the red-brown brick, he could always pick it out as soon as he turned down off the Paris end of Collins Street and left the gardened residential buildings of the well-to-do behind. The whitewashed brick always looked fresh under the billowing green and white striped awning. Above the door, art nouveau stained glass grapevines climbed an invisible trellis, always fat and purple and ready for harvest no matter what time of the season.
The menu above the counter said they served only English food and baked only English tea treats. Generous servings of fish and chips, meat pies, sausage rolls, and pasties heaped onto plates. Or the neat presentations of biscuits, scones, and rock cakes under glass domes and slabs of Victoria sponge. There were also his own things, the piles of stone fruit and ripe mangos. Whatever was in season.
But if it was rainy and his hands were bloodless with cold even at fifteen degrees, he could clear his throat and try the bit of Greek he had picked up in the Agean when the Turks actually had flung him back into the sea. The jolly baker would wince a bit at him, as everyone always did at his attempts at a second language. But Greek food appeared nonetheless. The tiropitakia and spanakopita came out. Layers of spinach and feta tucked under thin crispy sheets of phyllo. He usually finished up a portion of each with baklava served with thick yoghurt and figs drizzled with honey and sprinkled chopped halva because plentiful food still had the haze of a daydream after so long at war and he couldn't help himself.
When the baker's well-built son, who was perpetually tucking a dark spiral of curl behind his ear, served him up another slice of warm baklava on the house just because and teased him for being so cold on such a mild day, Jack's cheeks would burn. Even his ears might go red if the handsome Greek lad served him up a mug that was the best bloody cup of coffee he'd ever had and sat down to chat too. It was the best coffee in Melbourne, and Jack said so every time he wrapped his cold hands around it and took a sip.
The baker's son himself was almost always behind the counter. He was usually whistling. Some songs Jack didn't know, some he did. But sometimes the lad, elbow-deep in the dough as flour and water came together or he kneaded and portioned out loaves of what would be golden, crusty country loaves, he whistled Song of Australia and no matter the rain, Jack would warm to his core. He tried to blame it on a sense of patriotism second-generation immigrants felt for him, maybe a sense of comradery between two men who knew the other had been a khaki digger himself. The man could whistle anything, though, and Jack would feel the sun on the baked clay of his outback.
It was two years of coffee before the handsome lad invited him upstairs and then two years of a cubbyhole of a bed for the nearly two meters of Jack and the broad-shouldered Greek before they parted ways as friends. Only another year after, his pretty Greek lad married a prettier Greek lass and, in a blink, had a whole circus of even prettier Australian kids running around that same bakery. It was another twenty years and another world war before Zee lit a cigarette in a funk hole in Egypt and told him that his Greek boy hadn't even dreamed about ratting them out to the police over the buggery even when threatened. She was impressed and he was loved. He'd always been loved.
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witekspicsgoods · 2 years
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Some kind of south european sweet food & cakes.
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r6shippingdelivery · 1 year
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any soft fuze headcannons on this fine day?
I don't know how many I have in the soft category in especific, but I'll sure try!
He is not a momma's boy just because he is a grandma's boy. She was the one who raised him as a kid for the most part, since his parents were very busy acclimating to their new environment and working to keep the family fed and clothed. So granny was the one spending time with little Shu and his brother when they weren't at school. Fuze would do anything for his grandma.
He has a sweet tooth and learned to bake a good deal thanks to his granny. He used to pester her for cookies and halva and cakes, so she made him her helped while preparing stuff and, lo and behold, he actually learnt a decent amount. Only his closest friends know he can bake.
He might be quiet but that doesn't mean he doesn't have anything to say. Rather, he only feels at ease talking with a few select people he is close to. He knows he isn't the best at expressing his point well, and experience (both from school, military training, and more recently in Rainbow) has showed him how quickly people will take his words in ways he didn't intend to.
His feud with Ying is an annoyance to him. He doesn't really care about what she has to say, he knows how to do his job and their superiors obviously approve of his methods. However, dealing with her is tedious and something he'd rather avoid, so he was really glad when they all were put in four different squads that filled certain roles. He's happy to be around like-minded people who won't look at him with suspicion in the field, and that he has two of his comrades with him. Although he wishes Glaz was there too, he misses working with his closest friend and he always felt safer knowing Glaz had their backs from afar.
He's a cat meme enthusiast. Doesn't matter if Russian, European, American or what, he loves them. If he answers with stickers or contributes to the group chat, four out of six times it will be with cat memes.
He doesn't regret breaking up with his fiancé, but he regrets he waited until so late to speak up his mind. The idea of getting married to a woman terrified him, even if he was fond of his fiancé. The "it's not you, it's me" talk didn't go well, even if he was being 100% honest and earnest about it, but he knew she'd have grown to resent him even more if he kept quiet and they married.
He has a fondness for ushankas, he loves the comfort of how fluffy and warm they are, and dislikes hot weather caue he can't wear them. Contrary to the bets going around the base, no, he is not balding or hiding a terrible haircut, he just likes hats.
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sexisdisgusting · 3 months
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Little treats? I got you. Cannoli. Church windows. Buckeyes. Sandesh. Gulab jamun. Moon pies. Almond cookies. Fritters of all varieties. Pound cake. Pastelitos. Helado. Gelato. Brigadeiro. Suspiro Limeño. Honey cake. Date cookies. Chocolate babka. Halva. Cheesecake. Tiramisu. Rice pudding. Ma'amoul. Halwa Bahraini. Ptichye moloko. Chocolate eclairs. Elephant ears. Cheesecake. Key lime pie. I fucking love desserts.
GODDDDDDDDDDD IM DROOLING
TYSM!!!
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mmfood · 11 months
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Suuuuper fudgy flourless chocolate cake with honey halva cream and a heavy hand of flaky sea salt.
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dokyeomini · 2 years
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I haven't had halva for fucking ages idk why... it slaps
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