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askwhatsforlunch · 26 days
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Hot Cross Buns and Butter Pudding
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I collared two of Ava's Nan's delicious hot cross buns and an egg before leaving Ngāmotu New Plymouth yesterday, so I could bake this decadent Hot Cross Buns and Butter Pudding for breakfast today. A more-ish treat made even more delectable by eating it in bed! Happy Easter!!!
Ingredients (serves 2):
2 day-old (or coulple-of-days-old) Hot Cross Buns
2 tablespoons butter, softened
1/2 cup sour cream
4 teaspoons caster sugar
1/2 teaspoon Homemade Vanilla Extract
1 large egg
30 grams/1 ounce good quality dark chocolate (I used Whittaker's Marlborough Sea Salt Caramel and Saffron Dark Chocolate)
Lightly butter a oven-proof dish.
Halve Hot Cross Buns and generously butter all sides. Arrange Hot Cross Buns halves into prepared dish.
In a small bowl, combine sour cream, caster sugar and Vanilla Extract. Stir until well-blended. Break in the egg and whisk until perfectly combined.
Pour cream and egg batter over the Hot Cross Buns in the dish. Allow to sit and soak for at least a couple of hours to overnight.
Preheat oven to 160°C/320°F.
Place the dish in the warm oven, and bake, for 45 minutes, at 160°C/320°F, until golden.
Break dark chocolate into small morsels.
Scatter dark chocolate morsels onto Hot Cross Buns and Butter Pudding just out of the oven. Enjoy immediately!
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stinkrascal · 8 months
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today me and mr stinkrascal make 7 years of goofin and boofin 🧘
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my wallet doesn’t like my fondness for intricate desserts.
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definitelynotshouting · 5 months
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Who's having finals the week before Thanksgiving??? /gen
Mine are in mid-December, it's about 3/4th of the way through the semester for me-
I have a lot of canadian friends, and i think their thanksgiving is either before or after america's-- but yeah i know several people who are doing finals right now, either in other countries or just in different american schools ^.^
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crowdsourcedloner · 8 months
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♓ - What's their diet like? Are they vegetarian, vegan, or pescatarian? Do they have any allergies or intolerances?
Nailah would eat anything that was put in front of her for the longest time, as she didn't have the means to afford different food should the offered meal be one she disliked. Even when she'd make food for herself her focus would be more on sustenance than enjoyment, with only the barest of seasonings to make things palatable.
After she became more wealthy (and several brushes with poisoned wines/meals), she's become much more picky when she has the freedom to do so. She's extremely reluctant to try foods from strangers and prefers vegetarian dishes, though she will treat herself to pescatarian foods if she prepares them herself.
She will lie and claim allergies should someone try to force food on her, but she has yet to find any foods she's actually allergic to.
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queemes · 1 year
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IM FREEEE
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therealvalkyrie · 2 years
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I have been cleaning since 11am
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charincharge · 2 years
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today is a shit day to be a uterus-having person in America - nothing is set in stone yet (which is really the only thing from keeping me from jumping off a cliff) - but i just want to say that i am pro-abortion, pro-healthcare and pro-bodily autonomy, and if you have ever wanted or needed any of those things, this is a safe place for you. i see you and i love you and i’m sorry.
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sandsucks · 16 days
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eid mubarak!! i hope everyone who celebrated today had a wonderful lovely time! 🌸✨
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askwhatsforlunch · 28 days
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Good Friday Buns
One for you and one for me Between us two goodwill shall be
I am spending Good Friday at Ava's this year, and will finally eat her Nan's famous Hot Cross Buns! I reckon they are rather the classic recipe, but their fluff and spiciness is legendary! I shan't try to compete with the star baker; instead here is a list of a Good Friday Buns I've made over the years, from timidly traditional to delightfully decadent! And have a very good Good Friday, friends!
Rum Lemon and Manuka Honey Hot Cross Buns 
Brandy, Chocolate and Fig Hot Cross Buns
Whisky Cranberry and Chocolate Hot Cross Buns
Rum Apricot and Kiwifruit Hot Cross Buns
Tropical Hot Cross Buns
Cranberry and Apricot Maple Hot Cross Buns
Hot Cross Buns
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btw i should be finding out about portfolio results anytime on wednesday, so uhhh yeah
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minhosimthings · 2 months
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I AM A FREE FUCKING BITCH THE EXAMS ARE OVERRR LETS GAURRRRRR
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beingjellybeans · 5 months
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Cowrie Grill celebrates a decade of culinary excellence
In the shopping and entertainment haven of Promenade Greenhills, Cowrie Grill stands tall as a beacon of culinary excellence, celebrating a remarkable 10 years of serving discerning connoisseurs and food enthusiasts alike. What was once nestled within the historic walls of The Manila Hotel has evolved into a destination for exquisite cuisine, maintaining its legacy as an epitome of fine…
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ozzgin · 1 month
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More of the yandere monster???? Like their married life, him being such a cutie cutie and the reader is a willing person to his yandere tendencies. Like him physically fighting someone for flirting with her for .01 second and her just being 😍🥰
Alright anon, seeing as this has once again resurfaced, I'll cover a little bit of marital life as per your suggestion. (I'm hoping you're referring to the older sibling monster)
Yandere! Monster Husband x Reader
A little change of plans and the wedding you've been kidnapped for continued without a hitch, except you married the monstrous sibling instead. Made for an awkward celebratory dinner, but no one dared to oppose the Beast.
Content: female reader, monster romance, mildly NSFW, saga of the monster hoe reader continues
[First part]
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The next family dinner was quiet. You couldn't help but wonder if your horniness had gone too far, slowly chewing your food and occasionally peeking at the ex-groom with remorseful eyes. Poor guy, you thought. "Well, it's quite convenient, isn't it?" he finally said, breaking the silence. The cutlery sounds paused, and you lifted your gaze again. The man flashed you a radiant smile, which emphasized his handsome features even more. "I mean, we weren't sure we'd ever find a wife for my brother. He has a bit of an attitude, and even monsters are afraid of him. The only marriage attempt-" his speech was interrupted by a grunt, and you turned towards your monstrous boyfriend. The older sibling was frowning, visibly embarrassed. "Oh, I remember!" the mother of the siblings, a halfling herself, suddenly chuckled into her glass, taking a generous sip before continuing: "We'd arranged for a fellow monster to meet him, and the poor soul got so frightened she blended in with the background! Took us two days to find her! She came from a chameleon family, I recall."
Everyone at the table began to laugh and you joined, although with a mild annoyance tinged into your voice. So what, there was no reason for you to be plagued by guilt? You even refused a night escapade with your boyfriend until things "settled", as a way to be respectful towards the cucked party. All for naught. At least now you could be ravaged without further consequences. When the mother in law had pulled you aside hours earlier to make sure you weren't coerced into this arrangement, you had to hold back from crassly confessing you'd slurp her son empty of fluids at any hour of the day. Some things are better left untold.
Unfortunately, one detail couldn't be changed in time: the guest list. As this had been an event meant to strengthen the ties between humans, no one outside of the immediate family graced the venue with their monstrous presence. Many guests were intrigued by the outcome of the affair, terribly curious to see the famed wife-to-be of the gruesome, feared Head of the royal army. Even more so once they discovered it was a regular human by all means. "Fascinating!", the old ladies would occasionally cry out, clutching the plump, expensive pearls adorning their necks. You had to frequently excuse yourself in order to dodge the rather indecent questions regarding your relationship. Except when you did manage to sneak away, one of the younger men of names and titles you never registered would approach you for a dance. "Truly a pitiful matter", they'd whisper much too close to your ear. "You would've made a lovely bride for a fellow human."
"You're unexpectedly calm about this", the prince mentioned to his older brother at some point during the wedding night. "Are you not bothered by all the acquaintances flocking to your bride?" The monster shook his head with a sigh. He hadn't known you for that long yet, but one thing he was certain of: it's not humans he needed to fear.
Indeed, having a wife with a monster kink is particularly challenging when most of the husband's work involves similar creatures. The first months after the marriage were stalked by the insidious doubt that his luck was just that: mere coincidence. Would you have displayed the same interest had he not been the only beast at the table? Would you still pick him in a room full of monsters? Such questions followed him each day, feeding into an ever-growing jealousy.
"What are you doing here!", he exclaimed in despair once he noticed your arrival at his training camp. "You forgot your lunch", you explained, eyebrows raised in confusion. Oh, for fuck's sake. He quickly pulled you away, glaring at the subordinates startled by the commotion. They must've been eyeing (Y/N) like rabid dogs, he thought. Next thing you know, you'll be scooped away by some horned scoundrel. He can't have that.
Initially, the rage-filled, obsession-driven fuck you'd receive almost daily was welcomed with shameless begging. The way your monster husband would pin you down under his claws and thrust into you so hard, you could see its movement in waves across your stomach. The way he'd forcefully spread your legs, hungrily sinking his nails into the soft flesh of your thighs and gnawing your shoulders in delirious need. The tears that sheepishly formed in the corners of your hooded eyes would only incite him more. "Bite onto my hand if you can't take it anymore", he'd coo without stopping. As much as you liked to be left a limp, drooling mess, the soreness grew unbearable. Enough was enough when you found yourself carrying a cushion to sit down on any surface.
"Listen, we need to have a talk." You greeted him solemnly once he returned from his military duties. Oh, no. Absolutely not. The monstrous husband bit his lips in panic, immediately going through a mental list of all his subordinates. Or was it someone in the family that slithered their way into your heart? Is that what it was about, that you'd found a different creature? No matter, you weren't going anywhere. "I don't want to hear about it", he declared dramatically. "I have a bruised cervix!" you shouted in disbelief. "Huh?" He stared at you. "It hurts even when I lay down, man. You have to tone it down. At least for a little while."
Ah. Awkward. You noticed his flinch, and patted the empty seat next to you. "What did you think I was going to say?" The bench groaned under the weight of his gargantuan body. Hands folded in his lap like a punished schoolboy, your husband began to narrate the tale of his seething envy and frenzied passion for you. You must understand, he's never cared for anyone as much. To hell with duty and honor, he would kill his own father if his touch on you lingered one second longer than permitted. "Alright, but you must control yourself a little", you reminded him gently. "Never, my urge to obliterate any threat in my path is insatiable", he concluded with vehemence. "Yes, yes, that I understand. The sex, I mean", you gesticulated. "Of course. My apologies, I got sidetracked."
Somehow, he didn't expect to leave this conversation with a cathartic approval of his possessiveness. "Surely you must be upset by my fanatical behavior", he suggested meekly. "Oh no, it's part of your charm", you reassured him with a smile. "It's just not that sustainable in bed without the occasional break." You pat your stomach to express your misfortune.
Sadly, your monster fucking dreams must adhere to the laws of biology.
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neon-danger · 1 year
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Took my first shot yesterday and spilled fucking vodka on my shirt and now I smell like fucking vodka
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malpractice-morale · 2 years
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survived my exam, ordered sushi and now it’s movie time and god it feels so good to be guilt-free again when doing what I like
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