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nova3on · 1 year
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Poor guy doesn't know his own strength. (click for better quality)
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moonstone-toast · 1 year
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On today's episode of what did I fuck up this time.
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That was ment to be bananana bread. Instead I made lava. Powder sugar looks a lot like flower.
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omskivar · 1 year
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Made an olive oil cake for the first time and the top turned into a hard thick crust that popped up off the cake??? I think it's because the recipe called for sprinkling sugar over the batter before putting it in the oven. Weird, but the cake is cooked through and the crusty bit is actually pretty tasty. We'll have to see how the rest of the cake is after it cools.
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jacksjargon · 1 month
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Oh, you liked my muffins? They're the best you ever tasted? They were from a box mix, yeah. Oh, yeah, all you have to do is follow the instructions on the box, almost let them overcook while you disassociate for the 25ish minutes it takes, realize halfway through you messed up the recipe like a fucking idiot, haphazardly try to fix that by melting butter and splashing that all down your shirt, baste the cooling tops with the butter, and then chaotically forking the cinnamon-sugar mix on top. Yeah, that's pretty much it! Oh, but don't forget to let them cool, otherwise they get soggy!
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lavandamichelle · 5 months
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Cookie Awards and Kitchen Capers: Adding a Dash of Humor to the Mix
Brace yourselves for a cookie swap like no other! It’s not just about the treats; it’s about the laughs, the quirks, and the unexpected twists. Get ready to add a dash of humor to your sweet gathering with Cookie Awards and Kitchen Capers. It’s a comedy of confections that’ll have you rolling with laughter and reaching for seconds. Cookie Awards and Kitchen Capers The Grand Entrance: Cookie…
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bigfootsmom · 1 year
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“Do I even want to guess how this happened?”
“Do I even want to guess how this happened?”
Buck smiles sheepishly at Eddie from where he’s kneeling in the middle of the kitchen, picking up the pieces of a shattered mixing bowl, and surrounded by a settling cloud of flour. 
“Um…probably not,” Buck mumbles ruefully, cheeks flaming before he turns to cough into the crook of his elbow when he accidentally inhales some of the mess. 
Through watering eyes, Buck looks up just in time to see Eddie picking his way across the mess of the kitchen floor to offer a hand to Buck, who takes it, letting Eddie haul him to his feet. 
“What happened?” Eddie asks, the humor in his voice fading out as a loud rumble of thunder from outside makes something close to understanding dawn in his eyes. 
Buck isn’t quite able to hide his flinch, and Eddie’s face softens, eyes going sad as he reaches out to pull Buck against his chest with a murmured “C’mere.”
send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I'll write the next five!
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official-lauchzwiebel · 6 months
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It's noon on a friday and i am so sleeby. Good night
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longlivetv · 1 year
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FYI, if you fuck up using your instant pot just right it will rain beef stew in your house
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winter-soldier-stan · 2 years
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After the serum, Steve cannot for the life of him crack eggs. every time he tries, they just obliterate into a million splattering pieces
Which is a problem, because Steve loves to bake
********* Natasha walked in, mildly horrified to see the state of the kitchen. Eggs. Eggs were EVERYWHERE.
She quirked an eyebrow—Steve hadn’t noticed her yet. “How did you manage to cover the entire ceiling with egg yolks?”
Steve jumped, crushing and splattering the egg in his hands. His face turned red.
“i just wanted waffles!”
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familylightfox · 2 years
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A Day in the Life: Accepting
@chaosworthy​ asked:
“Shit, what did I do?”
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     The question had drawn Volt’s attention away from the sink where he had been working on the dishes. When his partner had asked to try a recipe on his own from one of the hybrid’s books, the agreement had been that Volt would stay nearby but he wouldn’t actually assist. The whole process would be the hero’s. 
     Save for the dishes, since he had no problem whatsoever with doing them. 
     Violet eyes shifted from Arrow’s disappointed expression to the cake pan that was being held carefully with oven mitts. It wasn’t hard for him to see what had happened with the fact that while the cake was cooked all the way through, it hadn’t risen in the slightest. 
     “If I had to take a guess. I would say that you forgot to add Baking Soda.” A glance to the counter where the majority of the ingredients had been laid out confirmed his words. Out of everything still sitting there, that was the one container missing. He wiped his hands on a nearby towel and gestured for the cake to be set down on the counter with a soft smile. 
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     “Don’t worry. It’s not ruined.” It wasn’t burnt, just dense. He reached into the nearby drawer and pulled a wooden spoon that was placed in his partner’s hands, with the lengthy side facing downward. “Poke about 12 holes evenly throughout the cake. As if they would be in the middle of a slice. We’ll be adding a bit of the lemon curd you helped me make yesterday.”
     The hero was left to it while Volt grabbed what they would needed. Together they added the filling to the new holes and into the fridge it went. “Once it’s chilled, we’ll add a little bit of powder sugar to the top and they’ll be perfect.”
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noctilionoidea · 2 months
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it’s sad when you can only ever really see yourself in the unwanted or unusual. In a fairytale I would’ve been the changeling infant a poor couple was burdened with, their real child far away. In sci fi I’d be the robot or alien with no comprehension of human emotion. In cliche highschool dramas I’m only ever the scary outcast. In stories supposed to be about those like me I’m the burden upon a struggling parent/caretaker who never wanted this. I’m the madman or the monster that embodies the opposite of humanity. I’m the weird girl with little depth or a demon.
I’ve always loved the fairytales where the faeries involved were tricksters or fiends. I go leave little gifts in my grandmother’s fairy gardens after reading of kidnapping and devil deals without even a second thought. I watched all the monster things that a 7 year old could get her hands on. I read books about creatures that would’ve gotten me kicked from a church if I ever stepped in. I daydreamed of the ocean and the forest and the crypts of the dead in search of people like me.
I once fucked up making an angel food cake. really bad. I desperately followed the instructions but in the confusion I got the ingredients mixed. What came out was edible, flat but delicious all the same. I liked it, but was so upset with myself for not being able to do this simple thing. I showed it too my mom, and she liked it too. We both agreed it wasn’t an Angel food cake, or angelic in the slightest. In that moment I thought of the faeries of my childhood, both the winged flowery kind and the kidnappers and tricksters. And I thought of them like spirits, old gods and explanations. Things that aren’t quite as pretty as you wish they were. Imperfect compared to another force. But to me they were always the grandest things in the world.
“I’m calling it faerie cake, since it’s not much of an Angel. Like us.” The last part was a sound I had to force out.
my mother, though not with the same issues as me or my sister or my father, also was never seen in the desired. The black sheep of the family, a scapegoat, trauma from her youth that she can never really run from. In the past she’s be locked up with hysteria. Today she is a doctor. When I had said the cake’s name she laughed, and she switched back to her true hill accent.
“yeah, that’s perfect. We’re not angels, we’re fuckin’ fairies.”
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gay-fae · 5 months
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nothing brings a person to the verge of angry tears like trying to bake a pie
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jaideepkhanduja · 7 months
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A Culinary Catastrophe: My Epic Baking Fail Turned Triumph
Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail. In the annals of my culinary escapades, there exists a tale that transcends mere kitchen mishaps. It is a saga of epic proportions, where the delicate art of baking collided with the forces of chaos, resulting in a spectacle of culinary failure that still echoes in the halls of my memory. It was a day brimming with ambition, a day when my…
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yuureimajo · 1 year
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i got my xmas baking done tonight 🙌🙌🙌
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inkcoveredmoon · 1 year
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i was tryna make brownies and i miss read the instructions and instead of 2ts i added 2 CUPS of water, i will be passing away now
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ageofxail · 2 years
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Daniel. 🤔 Mainy because Libby is nosey.
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Well. That didn't turn out right-- Merengue is supposed to have a matte glossy finish and retain a crunchy exterior while the inside is soft and pillowy. This is a disaster. Beige! Its beige! And crumbly and sad and not at all the right texture or. Hnng.
What did I do wrong? Beaten eggs to stiff peaks, granulated sugar mixed throughout. So far so good. It was still correct. The vanilla didn't do it, no, adding too much of that would have made the colour off long before it dried out in the oven. Maybe the tartar powder? They took on peaks easily enough, maybe it expired? What does expired cream of tartar do to a merengue...
That's fucking baking powder. I grabbed the wrong fucking box. No god damned wonder.
Guess I'll just have a sad merengue crunchy snack. This isn't worthy of becoming a pavlova. It's too late to do it again, I don't have four hours to wait again. Well, I do, its only nine p.m. But also: fuck that, I wanna go to bed. Hmmpfh.
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