#mm vanilla extract

[diagonal-queen]

vanilla extract

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[the-californicationist]

Good Fences (Fluffuary #14)

FEB14: Cooking Together

“C’mon, love. We’ve gotta get this cake ready for tomorrow or Garrick is going to pout,” John reminded you, shaking a box of cake mix at you as he stood in the kitchen. 

You had promised to bake Kyle a cake for his birthday, complete with homemade icing and candles, and he had been practically glowing with excitement. He’d begged for funfetti, 

“I’ve never had it, and it looks fuckin’ grand. You’d be makin’ my birthday wish come true, babes.”

“Alright, alright. Cake-in-a-box, coming right up,” you laughed, holding up your hands in mock surrender.

That’s how you found yourself dragging your mixer out of the cabinet and following John’s orders as he read them off of the box.

“It says two eggs, love. Why’d you add the third yolk?” He warned, peering menacingly over your shoulder.

“Makes it a little richer. Just mind your business, sir,” you winked, elbowing him as you scraped the sides of the huge metal bowl, “What’s the next step?”

The batter came together in your mixer and you watched as the suspiciously-bright rainbow sprinkles dotted the inside of the pale cream, dancing in circles around the beater. John held the bowl while you filled each greased tin, making sure to leave some room. 

“Alright, chef,” he smiled, “Thirty minutes at three-fifty in your ridiculous Fahrenheit.”

John was wearing your oven mitts on his hands, using them to pull out the hot racks so he could place the cakes inside. They were shaped like fish, and their mouths were the hands. 

“What icing for the birthday boy, do you think?” You opened your fridge and stared at some of the ingredients you’d purchased.

You were planning on strawberry vanilla buttercream, but you could manage chocolate if you needed to.

John pulled off the mitts and shut the oven door. He wrapped you in his arms and stared into the fridge with you,

“Mmm. I know he’s a vanilla fan. Tha’s your safest bet, love.”

“Is he still planning on borrowing your car? He said he had something in town, but he didn’t elaborate,” you asked, wondering why you had to plan a birthday party in the middle of the day instead of around dinner time.

“Said he has a hot date…” John raised his eyebrows at you and helped you find a clean bowl to make the icing.

“Oh, God. Cana,” you realized, laughing as you started to prepare the buttercream, combining the ingredients manually rather than going through the trouble of washing the stand mixer.

“Yep,” John smiled, stealing an unused strawberry from the bowl he’d pulled from the icebox. 

The juice ran down the corner of his mouth and you caught it with your finger, licking it up and handing him a napkin.

“There,” you said, folding in the vanilla extract, “Give this a try.”

You held up the bowl of icing for him to taste, and he wiped some from the side of the bowl, painting it onto his finger and sucking it into his mouth. 

He groaned, low and deep,

“Mmm. It’s good, love.”

Then, he stuck his finger back in for a second taste, and you pulled the bowl away, giggling at him,

“Hey! Save it for the cake…”

He grabbed you around the waist and held you to him so you couldn’t escape. Using his finger filled with icing, he pointed it toward your nose, threatening to wipe it on you.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he chuckled, letting you writhe against him, giggling and trying to get away.

“John! No! Oh, my God. I’m gonna pinch you,” you threatened.

“Mmm,” he purred, “Careful. I kinda like it when you pinch me, love.”

You gasped, and he took advantage of your shock, smearing the icing on the tip of your nose. He grabbed your face, smiling and laughing with you, sticking his tongue out to lick it off. 

“John Price!” You screeched, craning your neck away from his wet tongue. 

“Mm. Just a taste. C’mere…”

John covered you in icing, kisses, and his lustful caresses until the oven timer beeped loudly in the kitchen, nearly forgotten.

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[gothfeedergf]

🧁 vanilla frosting 🧁

I preheated the oven and gathered all the ingredients for my favorite cake recipe. Flour, sugar, butter, eggs, vanilla extract, and a pinch of salt. I started mixing the dry ingredients, carefully measuring each one and sifting them into a bowl. The soft whirring of the mixer filled the kitchen as I slowly added the eggs, butter, and vanilla extract, creating a smooth, creamy batter.

As I was lost in the process of preparing the cake, I felt a familiar presence behind me. Their arms wrapped around me, and I could feel their warm breath against my ear as they inhaled deeply, taking in the delicious aroma of vanilla and sugar.

"Mm, what are you making?" they asked, their curiosity evident in their voice. I turned my head to look at them, and they were eyeing the mixing bowl with a hungry gaze. "Just a little something sweet," I replied, my own voice filled with mischief.

As I scooped the creamy frosting into a piping bag, a small dollop accidentally fell onto my finger. Before I could react, they leaned in and sucked it off, their tongue swirling around my fingertip.

I couldn't resist their eager appetite, and I decided to tease them further. I grabbed the piping bag filled with more frosting and slowly squeezed a small amount onto my finger, holding it out to them again. This time, they wasted no time in engulfing my finger with their mouth, sucking on it greedily.

"Can I try some more?" they asked, their cheeks turning slightly pink.

I carefully squeezed the piping bag, causing a generous stream of cream to flow out. I held it up to their mouth, teasingly brushing the tip against their lips before I slowly squeezed more cream onto their waiting tongue. They looked at me with surprise, but I could see the eagerness in their eyes as they obediently closed their lips around the piping bag and started to suck, savoring every bit of the sweet cream.

I couldn't help but be amused by their eagerness as they continued to suck on the piping bag, their lips wrapped tightly around it, savoring every lick and slurp. I watched as their cheeks puffed out slightly with each mouthful, their eyes locked on mine, a mischievous glint in their eye.

They made little noises of pleasure as they indulged in the delicious treat, completely lost in the moment. I couldn't resist teasing them, moving the piping bag away just as they were about to take another mouthful, making them pout and whine like a puppy.

With each squeeze of the piping bag, I saw their tummy swelling up slightly. The way they greedily lapped up the cream, their cheeks puffing out as they indulged, was incredibly alluring. They looked so adorable and needy, and I couldn't help but want to give them everything they desired, to indulge their every craving.

"Is it good?" I asked, running my fingers through their hair. They nodded eagerly, their cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink, unable to form words with their mouth full of cream.

I continued to squeeze the piping bag, now moving it back and forth, making sure they got every last drop of the creamy goodness. They were completely lost in the moment, their lips working against the piping bag as they greedily sucked out the last traces of the frosting.

I slowly withdrew the piping bag, and they opened their eyes, looking a bit disappointed but still wearing a blissful smile. I couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke their cheek, admiring how cute they looked with their cheeks still puffed out from all the frosting. I reached out to wipe away a smudge of cream from the corner of their mouth with my thumb.

"You're such a mess," I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye as I bring my thumb to their lips, making them lick away the last traces of the frosting. 

The oven beeps, signaling the cake is ready and I can't contain my excitement, knowing it's time to spoil them with more treats <3

#gothfeedergf posts

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Peppermint Stars

23rd December - Fluff

Sarah Cameron x Reader

Summary - You and Sarah decide to bake just after cuddles and a movie is turned on.

Word count - 941

“Sarah, what are we doing?” You grin, “You will see,” she giggles, taking your hand to the sofa, “Pop your fine ass down,” winking as she leaves the room leaving you even more confused.

“I got snacks, movies and blankets!” Sarah comes back with all of the things into her arms, throwing them on the sofa.

“Aw, you shouldn’t have!” You embrace her for a warm hug, kissing her cheek, “You're the best girlfriend ever!”

“I know,” Sarah teases, flipping her hair back.

“I even got you peppermint stars, your favourite,” Sarah tosses you the bag as she settles down with the pillows and blanket, covering the both of you up.

“Thanks,” you grin, opening them up and taking one out, “Come here, I want to cuddle your beautiful ass,” you giggle, tugging her body over to you.

“Yes, Madame,” Sarah shuffles, engulfing you into her arms as she puts the Christmas movie on, “Look it’s your fave,”

“Alexa, can you turn the lights off pls,”

The lights go off and the tv shines playing the movie as Sarah and you watch, you both snack on your snacks.

“I didn’t know you were planning a movie date,” You whisper, nozzling your nose into her neck to smell her scent.

“Me neither, it was a last minute thing because I was going to do something different like a dinner but it was better this way!”

“Mm, it’s still amazing,” You gushed over the fact that Sarah had intentions of a cute date all along.

“Anything for you, you're my baby,” Sarah kisses you passionately, gently stroking your cheek as she slips her tongue into your mouth.

You snuggle into Sarah more as she brings the fluffy covers up to you two more.

“I know what we should do!” Sarah gasps, “What? We are already watching a movie,” You laugh, “What could I want?”

“Mm, Well,” Sarah smiles, going right into your face, “We could make some peppermint stars, just for you and me,” You grin at her words, “We could skip the movie?”

“I agree, I’m not bothered with the movie either,” Sarah takes your hand to the kitchen.

“Do you even know what you're doing?” You giggle, seeing her take out bowls, pots and other things.

“Nope but we can Google it,” Sarah takes out her phone.

“So we need flour, unsweetened cocoa powder, teaspoon of salt, unsalted butter, sugar, vanilla extract, chocolate chips and peppermint,” Sarah says slowly as she takes out the ingredients from the cupboards.

“This is going to go so well!” You smirk, “Yep, come get your hands dirty because we are making peppermint stars Bitch,” Sarah winks, washing her hands with you.

You sift the flour, while Sarah sift the coco and salt, “Sarah you're going to get it everywhere, go slowly!” You laugh, seeing her roughly shake it.

“No I’m.. not,” Sarah looks down on the floor, “Oops,”

“I’ll go get a wet cloth,” you smacked your head playfully teasing her.

“Now we need to beat the butter and sugar until smooth,” You beat the ingredients together into a separate bowl, Sarah comes up behind you to kiss you on the cheek.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” You giggle, it tickles with Sarah’s lips all over your face, “There is always time for kisses,” she stuck her tongue out, “Especially mine,”

“Oh, but of course,” You have a semi bad French accent, you can never seem to get it as good as Sarah’s but you're improving, “Kiss for you, and kiss for you,” You turn around kissing each of her sweet cheeks.

Sarah looks at you flirty, fiddling with her necklace, “That was such a fine ass kiss, miss,” she winks, “Let me have a taste,” slipping her tongue into your mouth, tasting all of her sweet desires.

“Now we need to add the vanilla extract,” You moved away from Sarah to mix the ingredients together, giggling as she was clinging to you.

“Need it with me,” You grasp Sarah’s hands and put into the dough, smiling at her.

“Kinky!” She teases, digging her hands to need the batter into a more dough-like Consistency.

You half the dough, shaping it into each star with Sarah, making about 16-20. You pop the cookies on to a tray and into the oven at the right temperature.

“We did such a good job,” Sarah smirked, high five ring you giggling.

“Yes we did!” You kiss her lips passionately, soft and meaningful, curling your hand into the back of hair to feel her smooth silky blend of colours.

“Now we have to wait,” You sigh, being dramatic and holding onto Sarah for dear life.

“We could go cuddle, baby,” She presses her body against yours, feeling up your Hips cheekily.

“That’s a good idea,” You head towards the sofa, laying down on top of Sarah. She is stroking your head, giving you a forehead kiss and whispering sweet nothings into your ear seeing how tired you got from baking.

You eventually fell asleep on Sarah but she had to move you very carefully to get the cookies out of the oven.

Sarah comes back to you still fast asleep, she picks you up to take you to bed.

“Goodnight, baby,” Sarah whispers, “Love you so much,” you must have heard slightly because you stirred around and snuggled into Sarah more.

“Mm, night,” You mumble, giving a smile across your lips as you feel her kiss on your cheek, “Love you so much too,”

You feel her arms tighten around you, keeping you warm with her warmth.

Tomorrow you are definitely eating the peppermint stars with your lovely girlfriend Sarah!

#sarah obx #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron #sarah cameron fluff #obx fluff #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #outer banks #madelyn cline #christmas prompts #peppermint

[inthebentley]

the other day i asked for ted/trent prompts and y'all came through! this ficlet ended up being a combo of three different prompts, so it's dedicated to the anon who requested kissing in the rain, the anon who suggested that trent share some info about his book, and @casismybestfriend who wanted to see them baking together.

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It was as if Ted blinked and suddenly had one week left in England. He'd announced his imminent departure a month ago; first to Rebecca and his coaching staff, then to the team, and finally to the press.

But now, standing in his kitchen and unpacking what he needed from the boxes stacked in the corner, it felt real.

A final week, a final match, a final batch of biscuits for the boss.

He could feel the panic clawing its way from his head to his heart to his hands. He looked down at them and tried to think of Henry. God, but he missed his son. To get back to seeing him on the daily would be a relief.

How could he weigh that against all he would be leaving behind?

A knock at the door disrupted his spiraling thoughts.

He couldn't fathom who would come a callin' at this late hour. Beard, who had yet to give Ted an answer on whether he was coming back to Kansas with him, was bound to be out with Jane. It was rare to have any other visitor to his apartment. Flat. He hadn't… connected with Sassy in weeks.

Taking a deep breath he went to open the door.

"Oh," he said in surprise. "Hey, there Trent." The confusion that washed over him was just enough to curb his building anxiety.

"Ted," Trent said with a small smile, ducking his head against the rain.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Ted asked, opening the door wide to welcome him in.

Trent stepped inside and turned slowly, clearly taking in the moving boxes and the general empty feeling of the flat. "I won't take up much of your time," he said. "You must be busy." His eyes flicked down to Ted's Kiss the Cook apron. "I only wanted to deliver this."

Ted looked at the dark blue folder in Trent's hand. "Aw, shucks." He grinned. "And here I didn't get you anything."

Trent's face was serious. "It's not a going-away gift, Ted. In fact, I'm hopeful it will have the opposite effect."

Ted's confusion only grew, but if there was one thing he didn't want to think about right now it was his impending departure. "Well I'd hate for you to come all this way and leave empty handed. I was just whipping up some biscuits and there'll be plenty to go around if you've got some time to spare."

He didn't take the folder, but Trent followed him to the kitchen and placed it on the counter.

"So," Ted said lightly, "how's your little dependent?"

Trent smiled. "Very excited to begin her summer holiday next week."

"Mm," Ted agreed, "that's the great thing about being a kid, isn't it? Getting all those long breaks to recharge your brain and get up to mischief."

Henry had been excited to come spend half the summer in London, but Ted had promised they'd find something just as exciting to do in the States. He still hadn't figured out what that would be.

"I can't imagine you getting up to much mischief in your youth," Trent teased.

Ted shrugged. "Not much to be found in Kansas. Do me a favor and fill that measuring cup there with flour." Ted held the mixing bowl cradled to his body and began whipping the butter and sugar together with a wooden spoon. The physical exertion felt good. Calmed the buzzing in his mind.

"Do you need me to add some in?" Trent asked, holding the flour.

"Nah, salt and vanilla first." Ted nodded his head toward the small measuring spoon he had laid out next to the ingredients. "Only fill it about halfway for the salt, and then the whole thing with vanilla."

Trent followed his instructions with the serious determination of one defusing a bomb.

He stepped close to upturn the measuring spoon over Ted's bowl and returned a few moments later to dispense the vanilla extract.

"We'll make a baker of you yet," Ted said with a smile.

"Oh, I highly doubt that." Trent leaned against the counter and waited, having traded the measuring spoon for the cup full of flour. "No, I take that back. If anyone could, it would certainly be you." He smiled at Ted.

The compliment pleased Ted right down to his toes, but he was embarrassed to feel the heat of a blush across his face. "I, uh, could use some flour now," he said hastily.

Trent obliged, tipping half of the flour into his bowl.

"My mom taught me this recipe," Ted found himself saying. "First one she ever taught me. We used to bake together a lot after, uh, when I was a teenager."

Trent hummed. "Is this something you do with Henry then?"

"Naw, he's latched onto my love of sports instead." He tries not to think of when he called Henry to tell him he was coming home.

('You're not gonna coach football anymore?' Henry had asked, looking disappointed.

'Well I thought I'd come back home and coach some American football instead,' Ted replied, though he really hadn't been thinking that at all. He didn't have a plan.

Henry had grumbled that football was better and had tried to get Ted to book him a flight so he could cheer on Richmond one last time. Ted and Michelle had agreed that it would be too much school missed at the crucial end of the year. He hoped Henry would stop giving him the cold shoulder when he got back to Kansas.)

Instead he focused on bringing the dough together, and asked Trent to add the last of the flour.

When the dough was perfect and crumbly, Ted scooped it into the waiting pan, pressed it evenly, and got it chilling in the fridge. Trent watched the process silently, and Ted convinced himself that he was imagining the tension building between them.

"I may take a raincheck on the biscuits," Trent said. "I really only came to bring this," he rested a hand on the folder, "and to… explain."

The anxiety Ted had been fighting rose to the surface again. He wished he had something to do with his hands.

He cleared his throat. "What is it?" He stared at Trent’s hand, barely seeing the folder beneath.

There was a long pause before Trent answered. "It's full of letters." He picked up the folder and held it out until Ted finally took it. "The players, Roy and Beard, Rebecca, even Will… each wrote you a letter that they've asked me to include in the book. I didn't think you should wait that long to read them." Trent hesitated. "There's not a letter from me in there."

Ted glanced at him, desperate to lighten the mood. "You sayin' you're not gonna miss me, Trent?" He grinned but his heart wasn't in it. The folder felt heavy in his hands.

"I prefer to deliver my message in person," Trent said, and his steady gaze was suddenly holding Ted in place.

There was the smallest of pauses, in which Ted's heart began beating faster than a hummingbird's wings.

"It's a sentiment shared by everyone here," Trent reached out to tap the folder, "but I hope you'll take my full meaning when I say… I love you. I fell in love with you nearly from our very first encounter, and more so with every meeting since."

Ted watched as Trent let out a breath and his whole body seemed to relax with it. He found it impossible to look away from those warm brown eyes.

He also found it impossible to speak.

Trent smiled sadly. "I couldn't let you leave without telling you."

And still Ted's words failed him.

Trent loved him. Trent loved him. Trent loved him.

The words swirled around his head, moving memories around like puzzle pieces.

Trent loved him. Trent scraping the food from his plate onto Ted's as both their mouths burned. Trent loved him. Trent delivering a homemade thank you card from his daughter for her birthday biscuits. Trent loved him. Trent ending his career to search for new passion and parroting back Ted's own "love our chats". Trent loved him. Trent's quiet and sincere presence at Richmond, the increasing frequency of their talks, his enthusiasm and encouragement.

And Ted knew, didn't he? He'd recognized the flirtations and responded in kind, hadn't he?

"Good night, Ted," Trent said very quietly, slipping out the flat before Ted knew what was what.

Because if he was honest with himself- more honest than he usually liked to be- it was obvious.

Ted loved him.

It wasn't a revelation as much as it was an admission of the feeling he'd been hiding in his heart all this time.

Ted stood there, frozen in the silence.

His hands tightened on the folder. It was full of love and gratitude from all the lives he had touched here. Yet he'd guarded his own heart from being touched, always kept himself just far enough removed from feeling it so it would hurt less when they inevitably parted. And he hadn't even realized.

Now that he had taken a good look at his heart, he found that it was breaking.

He made a desperate effort to follow Trent through the door. "Trent!" Ted called, relieved to see he hadn't gotten far down the street. But then his words seemed to die in his throat when Trent turned back to him. "I… aren't you going to kiss the cook?" he asked stupidly, gesturing to his apron.

Trent blinked once at him before his face broke into a wide smile that scrunched his nose. Without another word, he took several quick steps into Ted's space and touched his jaw with the tips of his fingers. Ted's eyes fluttered shut.

The press of Trent's lips against his was soft and sweet and made his stomach flip in a way it hadn't done in years.

Ted wrapped his arms around Trent and pulled him close, pressing the folder full of letters flat against his back, and despite the rain coming down around them Ted couldn't help but feel like he was basking in sunshine.

He could make this work, somehow. He would make this work. Only a fool would turn away from so much love. And despite what many people thought, Ted wasn't a fool.

Except maybe a fool in love, he thought giddily. But he was a-okay with that.

#ted/trent #ted lasso fic #a little dash of anxiety and a big heap of romcommunism #bri writes fic #trent crimm #ted lasso

[sammy8d257]

Watered Down Hot Chocolate - an AvA/M series

created by Sammy8D257

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Purple's Childhood Hot Coco Recipe

Ingredients:

- 2 tablespoons baking cocoa

- 1 1/2 tablespoon sugar

- 1 cup milk

- 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract (Optional)

Directions:

1. In a microwave safe mug, combine the cocoa and sugar.

2. Slowly mix in the milk until the cocoa and sugar dissolve.

3. Microwave the entire thing on high for one minute or until hot.

(Optional) 4. Stir in vanilla extract to your flavor liking

NOTE: If you don't have milk, water works just fine.

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A.K.A.

A collection of stories exploring Purple's past, present, and potential future in a world of colorful stick figures, kings, games and more.

[Note: Hello! Sammy8D here! This is the Masterpost for my "Watered Down Hot Chocolate" series where I will be cataloging and organizing all the comics and fanfics I make for this series! Canon Compliant until proven otherwise. I hope you enjoy it!]

[LINK TO #AvAM WDHC]

[Ao3 LINK]

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AvAM WDHC: Melted Marshmallows

A collection of supplementary materials and side stories that are connected to the main stories but are not required to read to enjoy the WDHC series.

[LINK TO #AVAM WDHC MM]

[Ao3 LINK]

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Last Updated: Oct. 9, 2023

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Any general AvA Headcanons also apply to this AU! You can find my headcanons here ->

[LINK TO #AvA Headcanon]

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- Learned Behavior

Status: Complete

Word Count: 1.7k words

Summary: Growing up, Purple learned many things. Like how to cook, how to clean, and how to block a punch to the head so you don’t get a concussion. All valuable skills in their own humble opinion. Though, the most important lesson Purple ever learned was that they weren’t good enough.

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- In the Week that Follows

Status: Chapters 1/9 complete

Word Count: ??

Summary: When King woke up to a pile of neatly folded blankets and pillows but no purple stick figure in sight, he tried not to feel disappointed. It made sense. Of course Purple wouldn't want anything to do with him. Aside from the week they spent preparing to capture those desktop stick figures, they were practically strangers. More than that, Purple was a stranger that King nearly killed because of his own blind anger. One hug wasn't going to change getting disintegrated.

Yes, King decided with a sigh. Purple would be better off staying away.

Two hours later, the doorbell rang and King looked out the peephole to see Purple carrying a tote bag full of cleaning supplies.

A.k.a. King and Purple spend the week after AvM 30, cleaning King’s house.

[COVER + Chapters] || [Ao3]

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Melted Marshmallows:

- Excerpt from The Differences of Created and Natural Parenthood: Examining the effects of parental origin on child rearing

An excerpt from a fake academic study looking at the effects of being a created stick and a born/natural stick has on raising a child.

-Bed - AvA Sticktober Day 9

How King's bed ends up outside his room. (This takes place a few months after Gold gets disintegrated into Minecraft.)

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MORE TO COME!

#Sammy8D says #Sammy8D writes #Sammy8D art #Watered Down Hot Chocolate Masterpost #AvAM Watered Down Hot Chocolate #AvAM WDHC #AvAM WDHC Melted Marshmallows #AvAM WDHC MM #ava series #avm series #alan becker #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #purple stick figure #ava purple #avm purple #Sammy8D Stick Stuff

[wastrelwoods]

CERTAINLY aging tumblr userbase core to all gravitate immediately to the same joke about the urge to ruin a perfectly balanced cake or cookie recipe by upending the whole bottle of vanilla extract into the mix right at the end. mm snells goode 👃

[hitkidsnotjuuls420]

mm mm vanilla extract is tbh lookin real tastey right now

@american-psych0

#im eating glass

[springtiger95]

Eclair au chocolat recipe

Ingredients

CRACKER:

40 g (1/4 cup) unbleached all-purpose flour

40 g (3 tbsp.) brown sugar

30 ml (2 tbsp.) unsalted butter, softened

LIGHT CREAM

105g (1/2 cup) sugar

30 g (3 tbsp.) unbleached all-purpose flour

20 ml (4 tsp.) cornstarch

1 egg

1 egg yolk

375 ml (1 1/2 cups) milk

5 ml (1 tsp) vanilla extract

125 ml (1/2 cup) 35% cream

CHOUX PASTRY:

60 ml (1/4 cup) water

60 ml (1/4 cup) milk

40 g (3 tbsp.) unsalted butter

5 ml (1 tsp) sugar

1 pinch of salt

75 g (1/2 cup) unbleached all-purpose flour

2 eggs

CHOCOLATE FONDANT:

6 oz (170 g) dark chocolate (between 50% and 60% cocoa), chopped

15 ml (1 tbsp.) vegetable oil

>>> Eclair au chocolat recipe TUTORIAL VIDEO Here <<<

DIRECTIONS:

Step 1 : CRACKER

In a bowl, mix all the ingredients until the batter is smooth. Between two sheets of parchment paper, roll out the dough to 3 mm (1/8 in) thick. Freeze 30 minutes.

Step 2: LIGHT CREAM

In a small saucepan off the heat, whisk together the sugar, flour and cornstarch. Add egg and egg yolk. Mix well. Stir in milk and vanilla. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly and scraping the bottom and sides of the pan, until the mixture thickens. Remove from fire. In a sieve, over a bowl, strain the pastry cream to remove any lumps.

Directly cover the surface with plastic wrap. Let cool, then refrigerate for 3 hours or until completely chilled. When using the pastry cream, mix it with a spatula to restore its flexibility.

In another bowl, whip the cream until stiff peaks form. Using a whisk, incorporate the whipped cream into the pastry cream. Refrigerate the light cream until the éclairs are assembled.

Step 3: CHOUX PASTRY

Meanwhile, in a saucepan, bring the water, milk, butter, sugar and salt to a boil. Remove the saucepan from the heat. Add the flour all at once and mix vigorously with a wooden spoon, until the dough forms a smooth ball that comes away from the sides.

Return the pan to medium heat and cook, stirring, for 3 minutes or until the paste dries out. This step is crucial for the success of the cabbage recipe. A thin film forms in the bottom of the pan when the dough dries out. Transfer to a bowl or the bowl of a stand mixer.

Using a wooden spoon or flat whisk, add the eggs, one at a time, stirring well between each addition, until the batter is smooth and homogeneous.

Place the grill at the center of the oven. Preheat the oven to 190°C (375°F). Line a baking sheet with a silicone mat or parchment paper.

Transfer the choux pastry into a pastry bag fitted with a plain tip 2 cm (3/4 in) in diameter. On the baking sheet, slowly shape the dough into cylinders about 14 cm (5 1/2 in) long and 2 cm (3/4 in) wide, spacing them apart.

Place the rectangles of crackers on the cylinders of dough without crushing them.

Bake for 5 minutes. Reduce the oven to 180°C (350°F) and continue baking for 20 minutes or until the éclairs are golden brown. Let cool completely on a wire rack. Freeze at this stage, if desired.

Using the round handle of a wooden spoon, pierce the éclair from one end to the other (see note). Using a pastry bag fitted with a 1-cm (1/2-inch) plain tip, fill each eclair with light cream through the holes.

Step 4: CHOCOLAT FONDANT

In a bowl large enough to dip the éclairs in, melt the chocolate in the microwave for 1 to 2 minutes, stirring every 30 seconds. Whisk in the oil.

Quickly dip the tops of the éclairs into the fondant, rotating as needed. Refrigerate 30 minutes before serving. The éclairs will keep for 3 days in an airtight container in the refrigerator.

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[remyisme]

For the ask game: M, K, F

Sorry it took so long for me to answer you. I was trying to compile all this.

M: so not on the back burner (I seriously doubt that I’ll ever do anything for this idea) but: god/godlike being False. Basic idea; Flase is a god/godlike being. False does not know this. Everybody, including False, thinks she’s human. Wels is human. He knows False isn’t human. He hasn’t managed to convince anyone else of that fact.

I also have another au that I’m working on with a mutual but I don’t know how much I want to share about that yet.

K: ok, so drawing from dramatic-just-entered-the-fandom Remy, I’d say it has to be The Watchers (don’t judge me; I twas a mere hermitgram lurker at this point) kidnapping all the hermits and putting them in tourture like puzzles or games that were specifically designed for that individual Hermit. (This was pre third life)

F: ok so I’m not sure if this counts but;

It was that hard. Mumbo was awestruck at just how this call was going.

“Can’t you just give me an address mate” Mumbo nearly shouted into the communicator, he’d been on this call for what felt like hours.

“Unfortunately, due to the nature of our product, we don’t allow returns” replied the person on the other side of the call, who definitely wasn’t Ex trying (and failing) to disguise his voice and wearing a fake handlebar moustache. 

“But i didn’t order it!” Mumbo exclaimed 

“Oh” defiantly not Ex said

“Yes, so if you could just let me send the bottle back-“

“Unfortunately I can’t authorize that”

“What?!” Mumbo was going to destroy more of Grian’s wall

“Unfortunately sir I’m going to have to transfer you to our special circumstance’s line”

Before he could respond he heard the hold music. 

~~~~~~~~

He was on hold for an hour before he heard the hold music stop, and Ex pick up, he was still trying to disguise his voice (it was going about as well as before), and had done an entire costume change, complete with most of Hels armour and a new fake moustache. 

“How can I help ya?” Still not Ex asked

“I just got a bottle that I didn’t order” Mumbo said, hope he’d finally be able to end this call

“Mm just give me a minute” not Ex responded

Mumbo was relived, was this finally over

Truly not Ex came back after a minute “we didn’t send ya a bottle sir”

“Yes, yes, you didn’t send me a bottle” Mumbo was relived. Someone was finally listening to him.

“Well yes, we didn’t, but that means that unfortunately we can’t help you here”

“WHAT?!” Mumbo was done just done with today

“Just, take it as a free sample”

He just stood there in silence 

“Have a nice day!” The person who was not Ex hung up.

I know it’s a long one but I feel like it’s a goodie. It’s from the first chapter Mumbo and the Villainous Vanilla Extract if you want the context. I feel like I got really into a good vibe with this. That’s something you want for a first chapter, at least for me. It’s an enjoyable conversation and the costume changes are extra funny when you realize that this is a phone call. All around a funny scene that does more then what I felt like it needed to be for the fic.

[ozhealthyrecipes]

Canadian Butter Tarts

Ingredients

Pastry:

375g all-purpose flour

12g dark brown coconut sugar

5g salt

45 ml olive oil

2 stick cool unsalted butter, cut into pieces (does not have to be ice cold)

60 ml cool water

10 ml white vinegar

Filling:

80g dark brown coconut sugar

1 stick unsalted butter, melted

175 ml maple syrup

2 large eggs, at room temperature

5 ml white vinegar

5 ml vanilla extract

pinch of salt

½ cup pecans, lightly toasted and chopped

Method

In a stand mixer, combine and sift the flour, sugar and salt together.  Add the oil and blend with the paddle attachment, until the flour looks evenly crumbly in texture.

Add the butter and blend until rough and crumbly but small pieces of butter are still visible.  Stir the water and vinegar together and add all at once to the flour mixture, mixing just until the dough comes together.  Shape the dough into 2 logs, wrap and chill until firm, at least an hour in the refrigerator.

Preheat the oven to 400 °F and lightly flour a 12-cup muffin tin.  Pull the chilled dough from the fridge.

Cut each of the logs of chilled pie dough into 6 pieces.  Roll each piece out on a lightly floured work surface to about 5 mm thick and use a 12 cm round cookie cutter to cut each into a circle. Line each muffin cup with the pastry so that it comes about 1 cm higher than the muffin tin, and chill the lined tin while preparing the filling.

Melt butter and sugar until it is bubbly. In a bowl, whisk maple syrup, eggs, then vinegar, salt and vanilla.  Sprinkle a few pecans into each cup and then pour the filling into the shells and bake the tarts for 10 minutes at 400 °F then reduce oven to 375 °F and continue baking until butter tart filling starts to dome, about 20 more minutes.  Cool tarts in the tin, and chill the tarts in the tin before removing.

[cocoscucina]

Tahinli Kurabiyeler

* 1/4 su bardağı toz şeker

* 3/4 ​​su bardağı pudra şekeri

* 1/2 su bardağı susam yağı veya bitkisel yağ

* 1/2 su bardağı tereyağı

* 1/4 su bardağı portakal suyu

* 1/4 su bardağı sirke

* 2 çay kaşığı saf vanilya özü

* 1/2 su bardağı tahin

* 2 yumurta

* 550 gr çok amaçlı un

* 1/4 çay kaşığı tuz

* 1 portakal kabuğu rendesi

* 1 çay kaşığı kabartma tozu

* 1 çay kaşığı kabartma tozu

*Üzeri için: 1 yumurta sarısı + 1 yemek kaşığı su

* 1/2 su bardağı susam

1. Fırını önceden 170 C'ye ısıtın. 2 fırın tepsisine yağlı kağıt koyun.

2. Un, kabartma tozu, kabartma tozu tuzu birlikte eleyin.

3. Tereyağı, susam yağı, toz şeker ve pudra şekerini hafif ve kabarık olana kadar yaklaşık 3 dakika çırpın. Tahini ekleyip çırpın, ardından yumurta, vanilya özü, portakal kabuğu rendesi, portakal suyu ve sirkeyi ekleyin. Kuru malzemeleri 2 parti halinde ekleyin, her eklemeden sonra tamamen birleşene kadar çırpın. Bir havluyla gevşek bir şekilde örtün ve 20 dakika dinlenmeye bırakın.

4. Hamurun yarısını un serpilmiş bir yüzeye koyun. Hamuru 3 mm olana kadar açın. 5 cm'lik yuvarlak bir kurabiye kalıbı kullanarak hamuru kesin ve hazırlanan fırın tepsisine yerleştirin. Kalan hamur ile aynı işlemi tekrarlayın.

5. 1 yumurta sarısını 1 çay kaşığı su ile karıştırın; kurabiyelerin üstlerine yumurta sarısını sürün. Üst kısımlarına susam serpin.

6. Kurabiyeleri 15/18 dakika pişirin. Daha çıtır kurabiyeler için biraz daha pişirin ve kurabiyeleri bir soğutma telinde soğutun. Kurabiyeleri bir kavanozda veya hava geçirmez bir kapta muhafaza edin.

Tahini Cookies

* 1/4 cup granulated sugar

* 3/4 cup confectioners sugar

* 1/2 cup sesame oil or vegetable oil

* 1/2 cup butter

* 1/4 cup orange juice

* 1/4 cup vinegar

* 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

* 1/2 cup tahini

* 2 eggs

* 550g all-purpose flour

* 1/4 teaspoon salt

* zest of 1 orange

* 1 teaspoon baking powder

* 1 teaspoon baking soda

* Topping: 1 egg yolk + 1 tablespoons water

* 1/2 cup sesame seeds

1. Preheat the oven to 170C. Line 2 baking trays with baking paper.

2. Sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder salt.

3. Beat together butter , sesame oil, granulated and confectioner sugar until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add and whisk in tahini, then ad eggs, vanilla extract, orange zest, orange juice and vinegar. Add the dry ingredients in 2 batches, beating after each addition until fully combined. Cover loosely with a towel and set aside to rest for 20 minutes.

4. Place half of the dough on a floured surface. Roll out the dough until it is 3 mm. Using a 5 cm round cookie cutter, cut out dough and place on the prepared baking pan. Repeat process without remaining dough.

5. Mix together 1 egg yolk with 1 teaspoon water; brush tops of the cookies with egg yolk. Sprinkle the tops with sesame seeds.

6. Bake the cookies for 15/18 minutes. For crispier cookies, bake them a bit longer and cool the cookies on a cooling rack. Store the cookies in a jar or airtight container

[levithestripper]

Gaelic Gladiator

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summary: sean macguire finally returns home from blackwater and there's a new face at camp to greet him. sean, being the brave irishman that he is, makes it his mission to get the new guy to like him. let's just say, it may have worked a bit too well.

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a/n: i was cleaning out my masterlists when i realized i never posted this here.

Baking has always been a passion for you ever since you were a kid, sitting on a stool with your mother watching her bake. When you moved away and joined the Van Der Linde Gang, cooking her recipes helped make you feel closer to your family. You kept whatever leftovers you had on the small side table next to your cot.

Baking, however, was an expensive hobby now that you were running with the gang. You couldn’t afford to buy the extra flour and eggs needed for the batter, let alone extra ingredients like chocolate chips or vanilla extract. That stuff was like liquid gold. So for the time being, you fulfilled your hobby by helping Mr.Pearson cook and prepare the camp’s food.

After living in Horseshoe Overlook for a while, Arthur finally comes back with Javier, Charles, and Sean in tow. You had only seen Javier a couple of times in Colter, along with Charles, but you had never seen the red-headed Irishman before. You soon found out who he was at the ‘welcome home’ party the camp had for him. Turns out his name is Sean MacGuire, who had been running with the gang for maybe a year or two. After thinking about it for a bit, you remember Javier and Charles talking about this ‘Sean’ guy back at Colter. From what you heard, you were excited to meet him.

Over the course of the night, Sean got drunker and drunker, laughing and singing around the campfire with the other guys. You watched from your tent, trying to read a book, which wasn’t to far away from all of the commotion. Sean’s singing wasn’t all that great, but he was probably the best singer out of all of the guys; at least in your opinion. Most of the other gang members had already gone to bed, not interested in the men’s drunk antics.

Sean looked around the camp before setting his sights on you, getting up and stumbling over to your tent. He saw the plate of leftover cookies on your side table and reached for one, eating it happily. “Heeeyyyy, theese cookies? Don’ min if I doo...” Sean mumbled, leaning on the table and taking one. “Mm, didn’ know ya’ could bake, darlin’. Y’Know, my Da used to-” He stumbled around a bit more before passing out cold.

You had barely gotten a word in before Sean had passed out on your floor. He didn’t even eat the cookie, how rude! But you are a nice gal so you set down your novel and hoist Sean into your arms, dragging him over to his small tent. Given that he has a good couple of inches on you, you held him by his armpits and dragged the rest of him behind you. Some of the other men laugh from their seats around the campfire, making fun of Sean for passing out at his own welcome home party. Arthur offers to help you, but you said it wasn’t needed, since his cot wasn’t too far away now. Once there, you laid him down gently, tucking him like Abigail does for little Jack. You thought about sitting there with him to make sure that he was okay, but not wanting to seem creepy you stood up and left for your own tent, going back to your book.

Usually, mornings in the camp were peaceful, quiet, and serene. But today was not one of those mornings. Not by a long shot. When you woke up, the first thing you heard was the all too familiar sound of a man vomiting. What a thing to wake up to! Fun! Stretching out on your cot, you got dressed and walked out to the diminishing fire, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. Looking around to see where the noise was coming from, you saw Sean hurling up his guts in a corner of the camp. Grabbing a cup of water for him, you walk over to him quietly. “Heya, Sean. You feelin’ any better? You had quite a night yesterday.”

The redhead looked up at you from his hunched-over position, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and taking the cup of water offered to him. “Oh ya’ know, never better Miss. L/N. Bein’ kidnapped is good on ya’ stomach.” He said with a small chuckle, taking a sip of the water you gave him. “I heard from some of the guys that last night that cha helped me back inta my tent. Sorry about passing out on ya’ like that, Missy.” He gave you a soft smile, taking another swig of water.

“It ain’t a big deal. I couldn’t just let you sleep on my floor like that.” You smiled back at him. “I’m just glad you don’t feel too bad after all that whiskey you drank.”

“Aww, thank ya’ darlin’. If I’m bein’ honest with ya’ my heads poundin’ fierce. Now, I think that some of ya’ sweet baking might make me feel better. Given that I barely remember last night, somma your lovin’ an TLC must be in order.” Sean chuckles again, looking down to rifle through his bag to get a mint to chew on. “I heard from Arthur and Dutch that I was beggin’ ya’ for some of ya’ baking.”

You smirk back at him, shifting your weight to your other foot and tilting your hips. “Well, I wouldn’t say you were beggin’ but ya’ sure were excited for ‘em.” Looking around the camp, you saw everyone getting ready to start the day. “Hmm, alright, Sean. You can eat the resta my cookies if you take me into town. I need some ingredients.”

Sean crosses his arms, grinning evilly from ear to ear. “Ah, I see ya’ Missy. Ya’ wanna get with this Gaelic Gladiator, don't'cha darlin’! I knew not even you could resist ma’ dreamy Irish charms!” He ran a hand through his hair, preening in front of you. He didn’t realize that it was just making you laugh instead of making you fall in love.

“You know, I think askin’ Arthur would be a better idea, he is much better looking than ya’.” You tease, the smirk still on your face, crossing your arms to mock him. You begin to walk in the direction of Arthur’s tent, only to be cut off by an angry Gaelic man.

“Ay ay ay ay! No talkin’ to that overgrown Englishman! You asked me to take you inta town. If ya’ agree that itsa date, I’ll take ya’ into Valentine. See, the towns even got itself a romantic name!”

Finishing off the rest of your coffee, you sigh and nod. “Alright then. One date, I get my ingredients, you get ya’ cookies. And maybe, if you aint’ completely annoying, you’ll getta ‘nother date. Lemme go get my stuff, don’tcha go runnin’ off somewhere.” You walked off to your tent, winking at Sean as you left him.

There you go! You killed him! Nice job! The poor boy got as red as his hair, his brain short-circuiting from all the blood rushing to his face. Karen passed by, laughing at the flustered man as she went.

You got your stuff quickly, putting on a nicer dress as well. You weren’t sure if you wanted another date with Sean, given that you just met him, but why not look presentable at least. The dress was golden yellow in color with white trim on the bottom and around the waist. Okay, you wanted to impress Sean just a little bit. Come on, the accent is fucking hot as hell. You grab your bag and head back out to where you had left Sean, only to kill him again from your new outfit. This man is such a sucker for pretty women, goddamn. “So, you ready to go?”

Poor, poor Sean. He died and went to heaven. There’s simply just too much blood in his face for the rest of him to function. “Fucking hell, ya’ gorgeous, darlin’. Who knew ya’ could look so fancy.”  Sean eyed your waist provocatively, loving the way the snug fabric showed off your hips. “Even if ya’ are justa thug like the rest of us.’ He chuckled deeply, biting his lip as he looked you up and down.

“Ma eyes are up here, Mr.MacGuire. Be a gentleman for once, why dont’cha!” You slapped his arm lightly. The two of you walked over to his horse, Ennis, and got into the saddle. You felt Sean sit right behind you, his strong arms wrapped around your middle. After a bit of thought, you placed your hands on top of Sean’s, fingers rubbing over his knuckles.

“Look at that, I just metcha and we’re sharin’ a saddle~” You could just hear the smirk on his face, which made you want to either smack him or kiss him.

“Shut up and drive already.”

Sean rolls his eyes, riding out of camp and down into Valentine, arms wrapped tight around you with his hands resting in your lap as he held onto Ennis’s reigns. “Ya’ that they’ll have all the stuff you’ll need, darlin’? I love it when a woman cooks for me. ‘Specially when it's my woman that’s doin’ the cookin’.” He whispered it into your ear teasingly, leaning back as they approached the general store. He got off his horse, and hitched it to the post then turned back around to help you off the horse, Sean’s big hands once again placed on your hips. They stayed there for longer than they probably should have, thumbs rubbing against your abdomen. “Fucking hell, darlin’, you’re still so gorgeous... Better not go flirting with the other guys, ya’ hear?” He whispered, pulling you close. Seeing that you weren’t gonna pull away from him, Sean kept getting closer until his lips pressed up against yours. Your hands went to wrap around his neck, preventing the redhead from pulling away. The man's warm hands drifted up to your ribs, then up to your face.

You both pulled away a few seconds later, silently agreeing that there’d be a second date and a third date, and hopefully more after that. Sean escorted you throughout Valentine, buying everything that you needed for you, insisting that ‘the gentleman always pays for the lady’. Don’t tell anyone, but he did manage to snatch a few things off of the shelves.

From that day on, Sean always had first dibs on whatever you cooked or baked around camp. Sure, everyone else could have some, but as your boyfriend, he automatically got first pick. Every time you made something delicious, which in his opinion was everything, he’d go up to everybody in camp and say “Hey! Did ya’ taste what Y/N made today? She’s quite a talented little lady!”

Don’t tell anyone, but Dutch and Hosea get such pleasure out of watching Sean go around camp singing your praises. They may not have raised him like Arthur or John, but they definitely cared about him like he was. Hosea will look over at Dutch with a soft smile as if to say, ‘we did a good job with this one, honey.’

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[abramsbooks]

RECIPE: Giant Exotic Pet Cracker Cookie (from Nailed It!: Baking Challenges for the Rest of Us by the creators of Nailed It! with Heather MacLean)

Season 6, Episode 1, “Im-Paw-sible Cakes”

If you’ve ever wished those pink and white frosted animal crackers from your childhood were bigger, we’ve got just the recipe for you! This extra-large sugar cookie is topped with royal icing and multicolored fondant balls.

Makes 4 to 6 giant cookies

For the cookies

4½ cups (565 g) all-purpose flour

1 cup (220 g) brown sugar

1 cup (200 g) granulated sugar

1 tablespoon cornstarch

¾ teaspoon salt

¼ teaspoon baking powder

1 cup (1 stick/115 g) unsalted butter, softened

2 large eggs

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

1 tablespoon heavy cream

For the royal icing

2 cups (250 g) powdered sugar

4 teaspoons whole milk

4 teaspoons corn syrup

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Pink food coloring

For the decorations

12 ounces (340 g) pink candy melts

12 ounces (340 g) white candy melts

4 ounces (115 g) white fondant

Red, yellow, green, and blue food coloring

Special equipment

Large animal cookie cutter(s)

Make the Cookies

Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C).

In a stand mixer with the paddle attachment, combine the flour, brown sugar, granulated sugar, cornstarch, salt, and baking powder. Add the butter and mix until a pebbly texture forms.

In a small bowl, whisk together the eggs, vanilla, and cream. Pour the wet mixture into the dry ingredients and mix until a soft dough forms. Remove half of the dough and set it aside. Add a few drops of pink food coloring to the remaining dough and mix until the dough is colored pink.

Lightly dust a flat surface with flour. Roll out each ball of dough to ½ inch (12 mm) thick. Use an oversize animal cookie cutter dipped in flour to cut out your animals. Place the animals on a nonstick or parchment-covered cookie sheet at least 2 inches (5 cm) apart.

Bake for 8 to 10 minutes, until the cookies are set but not browned. Remove from the oven and allow to cool on the pan for 5 minutes. Remove to a wire rack to completely cool. Resist the urge to chow down while they’re warm (though if one disappears at this stage, that’s your business).

Cover the Cookies in Candy Melts

Place the pink candy melts in a large microwave-safe bowl. Microwave in 10- to 15-second bursts, stirring after each, until the candy is almost, but not quite, melted. Stir to melt it completely. Spoon the melted candy onto the top of the cookies and smooth it with the back of the spoon. Let set on a cooling rack with a pan or parchment paper set underneath to catch drips.

Repeat with the white candy melts and the rest of the cookies.

Make the Royal Icing

Whisk the powdered sugar, milk, corn syrup, and vanilla together until smooth. You want it to be thick enough to stick to your finger. If the icing is too thin, add a bit of powdered sugar; if it’s too thick, add a little water. Scoop half of the icing into a piping bag.

Add pink coloring to the remaining icing and mix. Spoon the pink icing into a piping bag. Cut a small hole into the end of both piping bags, about ⅛ inch (3 mm) wide.

Decorate!

Once the candy coating has hardened slightly, but not completely, use the white icing to outline the white cookies and add details. Do the same with the pink icing and pink cookies.

Divide the fondant into four pieces. Color one red, one yellow, one green, and one blue. Roll out small balls ⅛ inch (3 mm) thick. Lightly press the balls onto the surface of the cookies.

3, 2, 1 . . . Ya’ done!

Can’t find a giant cookie cutter? You can always find the outline of the animal of your choice online, print it out in a large size, cut it out, set it on top of the dough, and lightly trace the pattern with a toothpick. Then cut out your shape with a sharp knife dipped in flour.

“With this book, our fans can finally experience a taste of what it’s like to be part of Nailed It! too.”—Nicole Byer

The hilarious, family-friendly official cookbook of the hit Netflix show Nailed It!, attempting the best in baking and celebrating the failures along the way

In this official companion cookbook, the creators of Nailed It! share the tips, tricks, and detailed recipes behind the incredible cakes and baked goods from your favorite episodes, as well as simplified versions of some memorable challenges to give even the most inexperienced baker a fighting chance. With recipes ranging from stress-free cookies and cupcakes you can whip up with ease to the most intimidating cakes ever revealed behind Door #2, this book contains everything you need to put your skills to the test—and have an absolute blast along with way, whether your creation is a mouthwatering masterpiece or a delicious disaster.

Inside, you’ll also find tips for hosting your own Nailed It! challenge, an Introduction and tricks of the trade from head judge Jacques Torres, exclusive interviews with some of our incredible celebrity guest judges, and odes to iconic host Nicole Byer. With this book, bakers of every age and every skill level can come together and get their hands (and their kitchens) dirty, and with hilarious stories from behind the scenes and throwbacks to the show's most noteworthy baking disasters, it's also a must-have companion for every fan.

For more information, click here. 

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[scribbledghost]

Note: I decided to partake in aerynwrites' December Writing Challenge! Every prompt will feature 500 words of MinoWhiskey and his love.

It was early winter when you realized something very, very important.

"You don't remember what cookies taste like, do you?"

Your beloved Minotaur, Jack, turned his head to you, tilting it slightly as he sat by the roaring fireplace reading the book you'd gotten him the day before. He was confused, and he tried to tell you that "of course he remembered what cookies tasted like. How could he not?" But the longer he thought, the more he realized the same thing.

"No, I don't reckon I do."

Within a week the two of you were in your little kitchen, snow blanketing the ground outside while the fire crackled inside. You guided him on measuring the ingredients, taking over the finer details like measuring the vanilla extract. Jack, of course, was more than happy to manually mix everything together into dough. Especially when your back was turned and you'd hear the not-exactly-subtle sound of him grabbing some of the product for himself.

You opted for simple chocolate chip cookies, something classic for him to come back to. The entire cabin filled with the scent of vanilla and brown sugar, and both of you were coated in flour by the time it was done. Nevertheless, it was worth it, especially whenever you'd watch Jack's nose tilt upward, twitching as he smelled the air.

"I remember this smell."

"I figured you would. Kind of hard to forget something like this."

You were sitting by the fire, hand-in-hand with Jack reading your own novels when the oven timer went off. As you padded over to the kitchen, you heard the distinct click of hooves against the hardwood floor, Jack no doubt following you to procure the results of your labor.

"Don't touch them just yet," you said, sitting the baking tray down on the stovetop. "They're still hot."

Even as you turned your back to grab a paper towel to lay down for them to cool on, you heard the quiet smacking sound as Jack licked his lips. You smiled to yourself, happy to provide Jack with something as simple as this to hopefully lighten his mood. He'd been a bit sullen lately since the nights were getting longer and there were no more plants in your garden to tend to at the moment. Reading seemed to give him some reprieve from the ennui, and so you made sure to always grab a couple of novels whenever you happened across ones you thought he'd like at the little used bookstore in town.

He pounced as soon as you gave him the go-ahead several minutes later, grabbing the largest cookie on the counter and digging in. You watched as his eyes closed, listened as he groaned in appreciation.

"Sugar, this is delicious," he said around the food in his mouth. He grabbed another cookie and held it up to you, though when you tried to take it, he pulled back. You understood what he was trying to do, and leaned forward and took a bite for yourself as he held it.

"Mm, you're right. These are good," you agreed.

"D'you think we could get away with havin' sweets for dinner?" he teased, finishing his snack and pulling you into his arms as you did the same.

"You know, I think we could."

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[pastelwitchling]

Michael had known something was wrong with Alex the second he’d walked into the Crashdown.

For one, he didn’t so much as glance up like he always did when he and Michael found themselves in the same space, because they always, always managed to somehow sense each other. So Alex either knew Michael was near and didn’t care, which, after resigning themselves to the fact that they just needed each other and pretending otherwise didn’t do anyone any good, was very unlikely. Or something was very wrong.

Alex was staring out the window, but as Michael neared, he saw his eyes were puffy and rimmed red, like he’d been crying. He was pale, and every deep breath seemed to be laborious.

Michael slid into the booth opposite him with a raised brow. “Private?”

Slowly, Alex blinked and turned to look at him. Michael’s frown deepened. It felt like Alex was looking right through him.

His gaze focused, and his brows pinched. “Hey,” he said thickly. “When’d you get here?”

Michael shifted, heat crawling up his neck and cheeks. “Just now. You feeling okay, Alex?”

Alex sniffled. He pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders despite the warm weather. “Uh,” he finally said, “Sure. Yeah. I’m great. Hey, can you come here?”

Michael started. “Come . . . here?”

“Mm,” he nodded, his eyes closed like his lids were too heavy, and he beckoned Michael closer with one hand. “Here, to this side. Please.”

Michael swallowed, confused, but he stood, and came around the table to Alex’s side, sitting down next to him.

“You gonna tell me what . . .” he tried, but trailed off as Alex was already sleepily tugging at his sleeve until they were pressed together against the wall.

With a shaky breath, Alex put his head on Michael’s shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist, curling up against him and gluing himself to his side. Michael realized two things.

The first was that neither of his siblings, nor any of Alex’s brothers or friends, were secretly watching from their own booth, teasing him for falling for whatever was happening. This wasn’t a trick. The second was that, though you wouldn’t know it just by looking at him, Alex was shivering.

“Whoa,” Michael murmured, instinctively dropping his arms around Alex’s shoulders, pulling him in as close as possible. “Baby, what . . .” his lips brushed Alex’s forehead, and he barely refrained flinching. “You’re burning up!”

“You’re so warm,” Alex muttered, pressing his face into Michael’s chest. “Hold me tighter.”

Michael did. He pressed his lips to Alex’s forehead again, ignoring the heat. He ran his hand up and down Alex’s back. “I think – I think you need to go to a hospital.”

“’S just a fever,” he said. “I’m fine.”

Liz showed up with a to-go order, and a sympathetic smile. If she was at all surprised to see her friend hugging Michael for warmth, she didn’t say anything.

“Here’s your soup, Alex.” Alex groaned, and Liz’s eyes sharpened. “Or I can force it down your throat. You don’t think I’d do it?”

Alex sighed into Michael’s shirt, even his breath as hot as fire, and he sat up, extracting himself from Michael’s body. He shuddered, and Michael couldn’t help the shiver himself at the lack of Alex’s touch.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and grabbed the bag. He raised a hand in thanks, and Liz, satisfied, turned and left.

Alex put his head down on his folded arm, and Michael put a hand on his back. He dared lean in.

“Let me take you home,” he murmured against the shell of his ear.

Alex said nothing for a while, and Michael wondered whether he was in too much pain to answer, or if he had just fallen asleep from exhaustion right here. Then he sat up suddenly and patted Michael’s shoulder, hitting the air a few times.

“No, I’m – I’m fine,” he insisted. He pushed himself to his feet, swayed, and steadied himself. Michael hesitated before he let him out of the booth, and followed him to his car.

“I really don’t think you should be driving, Private,” Michael tried for a humorous tone, but the truth was that it unsettled him, seeing Alex like this. He was always so quick to shrug things off, to assure everyone that he was okay, that nothing hurt him. He couldn’t help but wonder just how long Alex had had a fever, and why it took him so long to notice.

“Guerin, I’m just a little tired,” he told him with a brief smile. He tried opening his car door, but his hand slipped off the handle, and he exhaled sharply, his hand twitching, as if the steel was too cold to touch.

He sniffed and tried again, managing to get the door open this time. Michael must’ve looked as worried as he felt, because as soon as Alex caught sight of him, he huffed a chuckle.

“Really,” he promised, “I’m fine.” His voice softened as he said, “Thanks for keeping me warm. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Michael wanted to argue. He didn’t like seeing Alex sick, and he really didn’t like leaving him alone when he was sick to take care of himself. In the end, however, he found he could do nothing but nod at the ground as Alex drove off, feeling like he’d somehow abandoned him again when he needed him most.

 Michael woke the next day from a restless sleep, his mind going through fever remedies. Cold cloth to the forehead, painkillers, and warm blankets were a given. But what if Alex was getting worse? What if he was coughing his lungs out? What if he was barely able to breathe, unheard and uncared for in his bed? What if, too sick and alone and miserable yesterday, he never even made it to his bed?!

He hurriedly got dressed as he muttered to himself, gathering whatever supplies from his kitchen he thought he might need. There was nothing in his fridge but a few beers and takeout containers.

“Damn it,” he hissed. How could he not have stocked up more? What would poor, helpless Alex do now?

Cursing himself all the way to his truck, having barely had time to button more than two buttons on his flannel, Michael slid in, slammed the door behind him, and hit the ignition. He heard Sanders’ annoyed complaints behind him, but the wind was soon howling on his speedy drive to Alex’s house.

He imagined his airman, curled up on the floor against the wall, pale and rasping. He swallowed past his nerves and tried not to scare himself. This was still Alex, after all. He was still the strongest person Michael knew, still the hero. He wouldn’t let a fever kill him off . . . Michael pressed the gas pedal to the floor of his truck anyway.

When he finally pulled up to Alex’s house, he hesitated on the porch. He raised his hand to knock, realized that he could be waking him or maybe worsening whatever migraine he could be having, and dropped his hand, opting to use his powers instead.

“Sorry, Private,” he muttered as the door swung open on its own. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Michael slowly made his way through the shadowed hall as he’d once done, months ago, when he found Alex’s house broken into and didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t know what he would find now either. He heard muffled noises, getting louder as he made his way deeper inside.

Would he find Alex passed out on the carpet? Maybe he’d tripped and hit his head on the table? Maybe, Michael feared, he wasn’t here at all? That he’d never even made it home?

Michael was so ready to come face to face with tragedy that when he stepped into the wide living room to find Alex sitting up on his couch in a nest of blankets, a large mug of steaming tea in his hands as he watched a Tom and Jerry episode, he had to stop.

Alex was in his sweats, his hair tousled. He was pale, but not as much as he’d been yesterday. The only real testament to his fever, Michael supposed, was the fact that he hadn’t sensed someone had come into his house uninvited.

Alex blinked, surprised. Then he raised his hand and waved.

“Uh . . .” Michael sat down beside him. He reached up to feel his forehead. His skin was a little damp. “You doing okay?”

“Mm hm,” Alex nodded. “I had a few painkillers in the middle of the night. I feel a little achy, but fine. What’re you doing here?”

“I –” he sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about you.”

An amused smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah?”

“That surprises you?”

He hummed, considering. “Not really. I expected you later though.”

Michael brushed Alex’s bangs back from his eyes before he could help it, his heart jumping as Alex’s eyes closed and he turned into the touch.

“I didn’t want to wait,” he confessed.

“Thought you’d show up at the door with your hands on your belt,” he said. “Go all, ‘Oh, hey, Private, you’re sick? Totally slipped my mind. Grr grr grr I’m so manly grr.’”

“Ha ha!” Michael said as Alex burst into tired laughter. “Hilarious.”

Alex had another sip of his tea and held up his mug. “You want a cup?”

Michael couldn’t help but smile. The idea of having tea with Alex on his couch as they watched morning cartoons felt so domestic and alluring that he was up before he even answered.

“Yeah – uh – where’s the kitchen?”

Alex pointed towards one hallway. “Teapot’s on the stove. Mugs are in the pantry.”

Michael nodded, turned to leave, and stopped, looking back at Alex. “You need something while I’m there? Water? Did you have breakfast yet?”

But Alex was already shaking his head, smiling warmly. “I’m okay, Guerin.”

“Okay,” Michael breathed, walking backwards so he could keep staring.

Alex laughed, shooing him off. “Go!”

Michael returned as quickly as he could, and hesitated for just a split second before he kicked off his boots and curled up next to Alex. Even with a fever, Alex smelled like vanilla and flowers, and Michael found himself leaning in so close to take a whiff that his head ended up on his shoulder.

“You smell so good,” he said, and Alex’s shoulders shook with his chuckles.

“Thank you,” he said, and coughed. Michael encouraged him to take another sip of his tea while it was still hot, and Alex settled back into the couch with a deep sigh. They watched in silence for a while, then Alex sniffled, and Michael felt him burrow deeper into his nest of blankets.

When he spoke again, his voice sounded deeper, his words slower. “I watched Charlie’s Angels yesterday.”

Michael turned his face into his shirt, reveling in his warmth. “Yeah?”

Alex hummed. “I could be an Angel. If I didn’t have one leg, you know?”

His words turned to murmurs. Michael’s brows furrowed, and he realized Alex was getting too warm.

“Alex?” he looked up, and found Alex’s eyes were shut, his jaw clenched to try to stop his chattering teeth. He sat up. “Hey, Alex.”

It was like Alex couldn’t hear him, his whole body shuddering before he dissolved into a fit of shivers, his grip tightening on his cup.

“Oh man,” he muttered, and set his mug down. “Hold on, baby, I’ll get you some painkillers.”

“T-Top drawer,” Alex managed, scrunching his shoulders against the chill.

“Top drawer, top drawer,” Michael repeated under his breath, looking for the pills. When he found them, he emptied out two, brought Alex a water bottle, and rubbed his back as he downed them both.

“C’mere,” he told him, pulling him and his blankets in against him. “Come on, get warm.”

He rested them both back down against the couch, hugging Alex closely, keeping his blankets up to his chin.

“I’ll b-b-be okay in an h-hour,” Alex shivered, pressing himself tightly against Michael’s side. His skin was turning hotter, and Michael contemplated pulling away to look for a thermometer, but didn’t want to leave him alone for a second.

“I know,” he said against Alex’s hair, even as his grip tightened. “I know, baby.”

“D-Don’t leave, okay?” he managed, and Michael kissed the top of his head.

“I’m right here,” he promised.

At some point, Alex drifted off to sleep, and Michael took the chance to gently lay him down against the cushions. He went to the kitchen and pulled out a variety of vegetables before he set to work. By the time the pot on the stove was boiling with the salty, delicious smell of soup, two hours had passed and Alex was still asleep.

Michael turned the stove off and came to kneel in front of him, brushing his hair back with his fingers and pressing a light kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then his lips.

“Don’t,” Alex moaned, turning to hide his face in the cushions. “You’ll get sick.”

Michael gently turned his head around with a hand on his jaw. “I don’t get sick, remember?” He leaned in and kissed him again, and again. Alex held his face, as if eager for more of his natural body heat.

When they finally pulled away, Michael whispered, “I made you lunch.”

Alex pouted. “’M not hungry.”

“You have to eat something,” he said, pecked Alex’s lips once more, and stood. He brought him a big bowl of soup, and sat down next to him, a spoon in hand.

Alex laughed weakly. “I can feed myself, Guerin. I’m not totally helpless.”

He shrugged out of his blankets, his brows pinched like they were suddenly making him uncomfortable, and Michael noticed beads of sweat on the nape of his neck and his forehead, dampening his hair.

“Fever’s going down again,” he noted, raking Alex’s hair back as he began to eat.

“Mm,” Alex said, blowing on another spoonful. He chewed thoughtfully for a minute, and sniffled again. “I can’t taste anything.”

“It’ll come back,” he said. “Last.”

Alex groaned, and Michael laughed. “How do you know so much about this stuff anyway?” he asked. “Isobel and Max don’t get fevers, do they?”

“No,” he said slowly, his cheeks turning red as he looked away. “But you do.”

Alex raised a brow, a silent encouragement to go on. Michael cleared his throat. “When we were seventeen, about two months after we met, you . . . you had to be sent home in the middle of class because you – your temperature jumped, and . . .”

He huffed, and ran a hand through his curls. “I thought I’d need to know this stuff in case . . .” his words fell to a mumble, “I don’t know, in case you needed me.”

Alex said nothing for a while, his eyes somehow piercing Michael’s soul, as they always did. Then he said, “I don’t even remember that.”

So quietly that Alex might not have even heard it, Michael said, “I remember everything to do with you.”

Alex cupped his jaw, bringing his face up to kiss. When he pulled away, his heated forehead pressed to Michael’s. “I can still taste your lips,” he whispered. “Nothing else. Is that weird?”

Instead of answering, Michael leaned in and kissed him again, the taste of salt from the soup on his tongue. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his arm coming around Alex’s waist to pull against him.

“You’re so warm,” Alex breathed, coming close enough to straddle Michael’s lap, as if he comforted him better than any blanket could. When his hand slid down Michael’s exposed chest, Michael moaned, reaching for Alex’s leg to pull him firmly onto him.

Then Alex abruptly pulled away, his forehead pressed to Michael’s shoulder as he heaved. He was out of breath too quickly.

“Hey,” Michael panted, his heart thrashing in his chest as he ran a hand up Alex’s back. “It’s okay, we – we don’t have to do anything now.”

“I want to,” Alex managed, his fist clenched tightly in Michael’s shirt. “I just . . . later?”

Michael’s eyes shut and he bit his lower lip so hard he thought he might draw blood.

“Later,” he breathed. He hoped.

Alex settled back onto the couch, and Michael pulled him in against him. He put a hand under Michael’s shirt, sighing contentedly at the warmth of his skin. And they rested there together, more comfortable and at peace then they’d been in days apart.

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