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growersdiary · 1 year
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A Trip to Headhouse Farmers Market
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Photograph taken by Albert Yee
On Sunday, November 6th, I set out to visit the Headhouse Farmers Market in Old City, Philadelphia, located at the intersection of 2nd Street and Lombard. Currently operated by The Food Trust, this is one of the oldest and longest-standing outdoor market spaces in the city. It boasts a myriad of 40+ fixed, rotating, and seasonal vendors from 10 am-2pm every Sunday of the year. Despite rain showers on the morning of my trip east, community members flocked to Headhouse Square bright and early to peruse the large assortment of fresh produce, meat, dairy, spirits, baked goods, and many other locally-made products offered at today’s market. This Sunday’s lineup of vendors included many local staples, such as apples and cider from Beechwood Orchards, Mom-Mom's Kitchen’s Polish pierogies, fresh coffee from Philly Fair Trade Roasters, a vast variety of fungi from Primordia Mushroom Farm, baked goodies from High Street Bakery, and tons more. I had no idea where to start!
It took me about three walk-throughs to even begin thinking about what I wanted to buy, but my first real stop was the stand for Blooming Glen Farm, a seasonal vendor at Headhouse. This Perkasie-based farm had a long line of tables piled high with eye-catching greens and root veggies galore. I opted for a large bunch of their gorgeous rainbow chard ($3.50) and a container of fresh russet potatoes ($6), both great ingredients to concoct a comforting, cold-weather soup of my dreams.
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Blooming Glen Farms, along with many other vendors at Food Trust-operated markets, participate in efforts to expand food accessibility and accept payment via SNAP/EBT, FMNP senior vouchers, and Food Bucks. This stand is a must-visit before they leave markets for the winter, so definitely make sure to hit Headhouse soon to snatch up their luscious fall offerings.
After filling my purse with produce, I made my way over to weekly vendor Hayday Farms, who specialize in local honeys, several varieties of garlic, and other delicious condiments and accoutrements that add a special touch to any munch. While I don’t eat honey, I was greatly intrigued by the various craft jam offerings at the stand, like the cherry-plum flavor that came highly recommended. I ended up snagging a singular jar of their caramelized onion balsamic jam, but I made a promise to return on a coming Sunday for some of their famous smoked garlic.
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Directly to the left of Hayday sat the wildly crowded stand for set-vendor Wild Flour Bakery, a local favorite of mine (and clearly many other marketgoers!). Their array of freshly baked artisan breads, desserts, and other goodies are most definitely popular for good reason. I was excited to see my top pick, vegan apple loaf slices, still available today, so I decided to grab a sweet and spicy slice that made for the perfect fall breakfast. I also scored a $3 demi baguette to accompany my new onion jam from Hayday, a combination I knew would make for a next- level snack.
I closed my market run with one last stop at Beechwood Organics for a pint of their farm- fresh apple cider, a drink I consider a must anywhere it’s offered during the fall months. Sipping my beverage, I watched Philly residents of all ages buzz in and out of the tables and tents arranged throughout the square. This bustling local market is for sure a must-go for Philadelphians, or anyone visiting the city over a weekend looking for good finds and good times.
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mooshys · 3 years
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hq + the scent of amortentia
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amortentia is a love potion used in the harry potter universe to evoke a strong sense of infatuation upon the one who drinks it. the aroma of amortentia varies between people as each individual will smell what they find most attractive. essentially, these are the scents that I think the hq guys would be drawn to and/or cherish.
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sakusa ➝ laundry straight out of the dryer, eucalyptus when tied to a shower head, sliced apples, the minty scent from his favorite toothpaste brand, a new cotton t-shirt, fresh air on the first day of spring, flowering honeysuckles, white wine, the shampoo you use, fabric softener gifted to him by his friends, the vineyards he frequents during the off season
akaashi ➝ dried roses, the pages of a worn leather bound book, the initial whiff of brewed coffee in the morning, spiced cider, rain in the city, an old cashmere sweater buried in the depths of his dresser, biscotti with a dark chocolate layer, tea stained parchment, the curl of smoke right after you blow a candle out
bokuto ➝ cinnamon buns straight out of the oven, hot cocoa topped with extra marshmallows, grabbing fresh pastries from your favorite bakery, caramels topped with sea salt, vanilla buttercream whipped for a birthday cake, maple syrup poured on warm pancakes, burnt brown sugar
hinata ➝ sunblock, the ocean breeze at noon, shaved ice with strawberry syrup drizzled on top, coconut shavings and macadamia nuts, seaweed, chopped cucumbers, passion fruit mousse, shea lotion mixed with a tangerine zest, sea salt stuck in your hair
atsumu ➝ haribo peach candies, lemonade on a hot summer’s day, grass right after it’s been mowed, raspberry gelato halfway melted, ripe pomegranates meant to be shared underneath the shade, meadows of wildflowers behind his childhood home, sweet pea blossoms, champagne with cranberries dropped in, the light sweat on your skin after enjoying the day together
osamu ➝ cooked jasmine rice with a small sprinkle of salt added, slightly chilled sake, toasted sesame, chopped garlic being fried with chili oil, a pair of worn out blue jeans he can’t seem to give up, bamboo chopsticks, rising smoke from a charcoal grill, the onsen he visits with you on his days off
ushijima ➝ balsam fir in the winter, creme brûlée, wood burning in a bonfire, an old wool blanket, snickerdoodle cookies, butterscotch bourbon, dark chocolate, homemade toffee sprinkled with crushed pecans, pierogi ruskie brushed with herb butter after cooking, baked brie topped with honeyed walnuts, coffee cake
kageyama ➝ toast with a small dollop of butter spread on it, turmeric, a hand and nail cream his sister gave to him, rosemary, the seaside air when he’s on his morning run, pasta cooking in olive oil and red chili flakes, bougainvillea scaling the trellis near his apartment, mimosas sold on the street, cleaned hardwood floors
kita ➝ green tea with cuts of ginger added, persimmons picked from a local farm, the subtle scent of an orchid he bought to decorate his living room, mirin, fallen leaves during autumn, honey, daifuku mochi, sugar cane juice from okinawa, tatami floors, the cedar trees surrounding a nearby shrine he frequents, incense burning
oikawa ➝ mangos from a farmer’s market he frequents, tiger balm muscle rub, tequila with lime and salt, dulce de leche, fluffy brioche paired with a hazelnut spread, cantaloupe in the summertime, driftwood found on the beach shore, peppermint salve lingering on your lips
iwaizumi ➝ the forest air in the morning after it rains, leather on new shoes, salonpas patches, sawdust, an expensive aftershave his father gifted him before he went to university, coffee grounds, white russian poured over ice, black peppercorn, polished mahogany tables, cloves of cinnamon added to black tea, flannel sheets that have a bit of pilling after years of use
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Floral Pistachio
“We have to go there, Papa. It's grandma and my favourite,” Scorpius cried excitedly, dragging Draco by the hand. “That’s the shop right there,” he squealed and made a dash for it.
Draco jogged the last few feet and entered the shop called L’etoile . He leaned against a counter to catch his breath but the sight in front of him stole it away once again.
There was Scorpius, seated on a table top chattering away with none other than Harry Potter himself.
“Scorpius! What have I told you about running on the streets!” Draco chided, finally finding his tongue.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” the five-year-old pouted before resuming munching on a chocolate éclair.
When did he get that? “What are you eating, Scorp?”
“Chocolate éclair,” he mumbled, cream and chocolate smeared around his little mouth. “Harry always lets me try the specials of the day.”
Harry laughed and gently wiped the boy’s face with a napkin as Draco gaped at them.
“That’s not polite, Scorp,” he sputtered.
“Grandma doesn't mind, and I always thank Harry,” he said indignantly and Harry hid a snort.
Draco huffed and made a mental note to have a word about all of this with his mother. But not today. Today was her birthday and they needed to get back on task, which was buying her favourite cake from her favourite bakery as per Scorpius.
“I’m sorry, Potter. Please allow me to pay for this.”
“Please, it’s on the house. I can’t charge my little taste tester and critic here!” Harry grinned. “So what can I get for y’all today?”
“We’re looking for the ‘Floral Pistachio?’” Draco fumbled glancing at Scorpius who nodded effusively.
“It’s grandma’s birthday and she likes pistachios.”
“Great choice!” Harry beamed at Scorpius. “I just baked one this morning!” he turned and smiled at Draco. “It's got pistachios – obviously – cardamom, rosewater, a hint of lemon, balsamic-soaked strawberries and refreshing rose buttercream.”
Harry brought out a beautiful cake frosted in baby pink and pistachio green, topped with beautiful piped roses. “I just finished piping these before you arrived,” he proudly displayed his creation as Draco looked at it in awe while Scorpius eyed it hungrily. He had evidently inherited his sweet tooth from his dad.
“It’s also known as the Persian Love Cake,” Harry continued, “The story behind the name is that once upon a time there was a Persian woman madly in love with a prince. To make him fall in love with her, she baked him this cake, filled with magical love powers,” Harry said wistfully before remembering his audience. “I’m so sorry, I get carried away sometimes,” he blushed. “So, ‘Floral Pistachio’… I’ll pack it up.”
While Harry packed up the cake, Scorpius dragged Draco to the display case and showed him all his favourite confections.
“Will that be all?” Harry asked.
Draco hesitated. “Could we also have a box of the éclairs Scorp was having? They looked delicious.”
“Of course! These are on the house for my favourite customer,” Harry said as he handed over the items.
“Oh, no, Potter, we can't –”
“I insist! And please wish Narcissa a happy birthday from me.”
Draco nodded as Scorpius piped up, “We’re having a party for Grandma tonight, you should come, Harry!”
“Oh, I wouldn't want to impose,” Harry mumbled.
Draco’s not sure what made him do this, but he added, “You should come. I’m sure Mother would like that. Andy and Teddy will be there, too.”
“Yesss, pleaseeee, Harry,” Scorpius pleaded.
“Okay,” he relented.
Scorpius cheered as Draco gave him the time and Floo details before leaving the store.
Draco spent the rest of the day in a daze. Harry Potter was coming over for dinner tonight.
Harry spent the rest of the day with a smile on his face and a skip in his step.
At 6 pm sharp, Harry stepped out of the Floo at Malfoy Manor. He had left the bakery early, requesting Luna to cover the last few hours for him. After a quick change of clothes, he’d nipped to Grimmauld Place’s wine cellar to select a bottle of wine and picked up a delicate bouquet of blue agapanthus, white oriental lilies and large white roses.
Teddy and Andy were already there and Narcissa greeted him warmly. They made small talk, drank, ate and laughed. Harry was seated next to Draco during dinner and they chatted about Scorpius and Teddy, Draco’s job, and Harry's bakery. It was an unsurprisingly comfortable evening.
After dinner, they all retired to the living room. Draco played a few songs on the piano before cutting Narcissa’s birthday cake.
“Oh, this is simply gorgeous, Harry!” Andromeda gasped when the cake was brought out.
“Absolutely divine as always!” Narcissa raved after taking a dainty bite.
Once Scorpius had finished his second slice of cake, Draco decided it was time for bed. “Come on darling, you’ve had a long day, it’s time for bed,” Draco cooed and gently lifted his son off the sofa.
“Oh sit, Draco, I’ll put him to bed, it's Teddy’s bedtime as well,” Andy said as she took Scorpius from Draco’s arms.
The teen looked like he was about to protest but a look from Andy had him shutting up.
“Can cousin Teddy read me a bedtime story? He does the best impressions!” Scorpius asked cheerfully.
“Oh yes, Nan, can I, please?” Teddy asked, his hair turning a shade of platinum blond to match Scorpius.
“Oh alright, but just one story and you must brush your teeth and change into your jammies first,” Andy relented. “Now say goodbye to everyone and head upstairs.”
After a series of goodbyes and goodnights and I love yous and hugs, the kids went upstairs.
“I should get going too,” Harry said.
“Oh,” Draco replied. Did he sound disappointed?
“Why don't you stay for a cup of tea, Harry dear. I’ll just put the kettle on,” Narcissa said and left the room.
After a few beats of awkward silence, Harry spoke. “Thanks for inviting me, Draco, I had a lovely time.”
“Thanks for coming, and for the lovely wine. Oh and that delicious cake!” he moaned.
Harry flushed. “I meant what I said, by the way. You can come by Grimmauld Place whenever and I can show you the wine cellar. I’m sure you’d appreciate it more than me!”
Draco smiled, then snarked, “Of course, I’m an oenophile. But only if you promise to feed me some sweets as well!”
“It’s a date,” Harry laughed and Draco had a pleased blush on his face.
And if they heard some squealing and shushing coming from behind the kitchen door, they chose to ignore it.
It was past 6 pm on Saturday when Draco stepped out of the Floo at Grimmauld Place as instructed by Harry in his letter.
The house looked cheerful and airy, with large windows, light walls and comfortable furniture. It looked homey and inviting, unlike the house he had visited as a child with his mother. Harry had definitely worked on it.
“Draco, is that you? I’m in the kitchen, come on through.”
Draco followed the sound of the voice and found Harry in the kitchen icing a cake while wearing an apron that said ‘I cook as good as I look.’
“Hey, nice apron,” Draco smirked as Harry broke into a grin.
“Hi, make yourself comfortable. I’m just finishing this up.”
“What is it? Looks sinful,” Draco said.
“Our conversation the other night gave me an idea and I began working on it this morning,” Harry said as he piped the cake with concentration. “It’s a champagne cream and fresh strawberry cake. Perfect for a sweet toothed oenophile!” he declared.
“Here, taste it,” he said, cutting a slice and feeding it to Draco, then popping the rest of the piece in his mouth.
“Mmmm,” they both moaned. “This is gooood! Potter, cut me another piece.”
Harry did as told and fed the piece to Draco then peered at his face for a reaction.
“Is the balance alright? Do you think the strawberries overpower the champagne? I obviously can’t give it to my regular taste tester, Scorp, so you’ll have to do,” he rambled, then saw Draco staring at him intently and blushed. “Sorry, I get carried away sometimes.”
Draco grinned. “It’s cute… You’re cute… I mean, uh, your enthusiasm...” he petered off.
Harry stared at him with an indecipherable expression, then raised his hand to wipe off a smear of cream from the corner of Draco’s lips.
Draco’s breath hitched.
Harry hoped he’d read the situation right and whispered, “I’d like to kiss you.”
Draco nodded and closed the distance between them.
“That was amazing,” Harry panted as they broke apart.
“Strawberries and champagne are my new favourite flavour,” Draco declared, drawing out a laugh from Harry, who pressed their foreheads together.
“Mine is ‘Floral Pistachio’, it most certainly is ‘the love cake’."
This is my Wheel of Drarry Exchange gift for the lovely @hbee. I hope you enjoy this ball of fluff!
A big thank you to @crazybutgood for all the valuable help! You're a star!
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liamloveslarry · 3 years
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Baker! Harry & Primary School Teacher! Louis
so, a couple of weeks ago i made a little post about how i’d love for people to send me prompts/writing ideas and the lovely @louistsbravery sent me one based off her moodboard she so kindly made, here!
my brain kind of ran away with me and so i hope you like this, i tried to stick to the theme as best i could, enjoy! :)
Harry eyes the man from behind the counter. 
He watches him as his eyes scan the board above from where he’s standing, sleepy blue orbs blinking tiredly behind the square glasses perched upon his nose. 
His heart thumps something fierce when he notices the tufts of brown hair sticking out slightly from behind his ear, a noticeable trait he assumes from lack of sleep and too many early mornings.
It’s 6 o’clock in the morning and the sun is barely edging over cobbled streets and tall buildings, its shimmering waves casting a pale glow over puddles on the pavement and bouncing off lampposts. 
‘Babs Bakery’ is nestled between a small row of shops along the Northern Quarter. Its quaint, rustic exterior leads itself into a small tea room and peaceful eating area. Potted plants line the windowsill outside while the smell of fresh baked scones and coffee beans pulse and weave through the air, an atmosphere Harry’s prone to taking naps in.
He’s been here for about a year now, taking over from his Nana when she’d gotten too old to carry on the business, but he hadn’t changed a thing. It might be slightly old fashioned but it reminds him of his grandparents and how he used to sit at the table in the corner by the window with his colouring book and jumbo crayons, while being served hot vimto and iced fingers.
A small cough nudges Harry from his stupor and he blinks, realising he’s been staring. The man is smiling slightly, the last traces of sleep pull at his lips as he lifts his hand to cover his mouth while he lets out a yawn.
“Morning.” He says, his Northern twang is raspy and gentle, a higher pitched lilt whispering through words.
Harry wipes his clammy hands on his apron and steps forward, fingertips drumming along the counters edge. He can see the man’s wearing a light blue button up underneath a soft, grey jumper. Pale pink tie burrowed in between. A shoulder bag is situated over his left arm and there are textbooks, papers and pens bursting through the zip.
“Hey. G’morning.” He replies, fingers aching to touch him. “Find anything you like?”
The man squints one more time at the blackboard, eyes moving over loopy words and today’s specials.
“I think,” he says, dragging out the ‘I’. Harry finds it that endearing he has to grip the countertop and remind himself to keep breathing. “I think I’m gonna go for a latte and a cheese and ham toastie, please. Is that alright?” 
Harry nods and reaches for a paper cup. “Is that to go or stay in?” He asks.
“To go, please. Need to make sure I get to work before the little monsters. If I time it right, the caffeine rush lasts all day.” The man responds, smirking a little. “I swear I love my job, but sometimes they can be a handful.”
Harry nods and spins on the spot, turning the face the coffee machine and placing the cup underneath the metal nozzle. There’s a spurt and a groan before hot milk starts to pour into the cup.
“Am I right in assuming you’re talking about children, not animals, right?”
The man laughs and Harry blinks up towards the ceiling, whispering a quiet ‘fuck’ as his knees buckle. 
“Yep! Early years. I work at the Primary School just down the road. The only animal I have is Eden here, and she’s still asleep the lucky buggar.”
“Eden?” Harry asks, as he places the cheese and meat on top of the bread baked only this morning, crumbing bits of pepper on top and drizzling balsamic vinegar over the sharp cheddar. 
He places it into the small oven and turns the timer on.
“Yeah, heh. Sorry. She’s my pet rabbit and the kids go crazy when I bring her in. I hope you don’t mind me bringing her in here? She’s in her carrier so she can’t escape.” Louis looks sheepish, and he rubs the back of his neck while he flicks his eyes up to meet Harry’s; but the look is quickly dissolved when Harry dashes around the counter and asks if he can see her.
Louis nods and steps aside, giving view to the medium sized carrier sat next to his feet.
Harry crouches and sees through the bars, a small golden rabbit, tufts of white fur peeking through the strands. Her nose twitches in sleep and her soft whiskers brush Harry’s fingertips lightly where he’s resting against the metal bars. 
“Oh my, she’s so cute.” He whispers, not wanting to wake the sleeping animal. 
He peers up at the man from where he’s situated on the floor and realises he’s eye level with the fly of his work pants. He flushes and bends his knees, standing up. 
This only makes things worse as he’s now directly facing him, no counter in between their bodies. If Harry were to inch his fingers out, he’d feel just how soft his jumper is. He flexes his knuckles and reminds himself not to think about if his skin is as soft as his voice.
He coughs into his fist and steps back.
“Sorry – uh. I just love animals. And I don’t mind them in the shop,” he nods his head to where a small tank rests next to the till. “I have one of my own to keep me company, too.”
A plump goldfish swims happily from rock to rock, bobbing his tiny mouth as he scoops up the remaining pieces of fish food Harry had sprinkled in earlier.
Louis spins to face the tiny morsel, but only after his eyes drop down to where Harry’s biting his lip, a small bridge of pink scattered over his nose and cheeks.
“Nice.” He says, smiling at Harry once more. “What’s its name?” 
Harry walks back around the counter and scoops the cup from underneath the machine and presses the button on the timer, stopping the chirps that are signalling the food is ready. 
He places the items down in front of the man and bends to rest his elbows on the counter, reaching one finger out to follow the fish through the glass.
“Phillip.” He huffs, the sound sculpting into an embarrassed laugh. 
Louis looks at him with his eyebrows raised, a small grin quirking his lips.
Harry groans quietly and rolls his eyes.
“Please don’t ask – my niece named him and I couldn’t say no.”
Louis laughs and reaches a hand into his pants pocket, pulling out his wallet and sliding his card out of the slot. 
“Mate, you don’t need to explain anything to me.” He says. “I deal with 15 of them on a daily basis, why d’ya think I bought a bloody bunny?” 
He smirks as he places the card into the reader and enters his pin, and Harry stares at the way the sun is peeking its way in through the windows, causing the man’s hair to shine, highlighting his cheekbones and lightly freckled skin.
He stands there for another couple of seconds before the reader beeps and he pulls his card out. 
“Cool, well - I think that’s me.” The man says, slipping his wallet back into his pocket and gathering the items in his hands. “I guess I’ll see you around, uh?” he looks a little expectantly at Harry and smiles, a tiny quirk of his top lip.
“Harry.”
“Louis,” he replies. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around then, Harry.” 
Harry manages a wave before the man is out the door, smiling at him through the window one last time before he disappears down the street.
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It isn’t until Harry’s shutting up shop and wiping down the counters that he spots a small folded piece of paper, wedged in underneath the till.
He frowns and drops the cloth, peeling open the sharp edges until scrawled black writing looks back at him, reading:
“Nice Buns!” 
Harry stares at the letters and the scribbly, rushed image of two iced buns smiling and feels a flush work its way from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes.
The thing is, is that Harry doesn’t know who could’ve done this. 
The bakery’s been busy non-stop all day and plenty of customers have been in and out over the last eight or so hours, and so he’s confused as to who left him the note.
He pockets the piece of paper and picks up his cloth, continuing to clean.
This time with a small smile etched onto his face.
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The notes keep appearing after that. 
Once a day, in the same spot as before. 
Usually, Harry only notices them at the end of his shift, treating them as little surprises after his busy schedule.
Some days there are short sentences, wishing him a good day, and other days there are lyrics from songs that make him smile, every now and then there’s a cheeky one liner that makes him blush.
There’s a small glass jar that sits beside the toaster where he keeps them, day in, day out, the glass gets fuller. Sometimes Harry, after a bad day, will twist the top off and read through them one by one, curling up on the chair by the window and instantly feeling the stress of the day melt from his shoulders, sated happiness washing over him.
He hasn’t yet managed to find the person on the other end of the notes, always too busy to stop and look. And anyway, what would he say if he found out? Yes? Maybe? ‘No Jonathan, if this is you, I’m not into threesomes so stop asking me?’
He kind of likes there being an air of mysteriousness to them. 
But he guesses, it wouldn’t be so bad if it turned out to be a certain someone, now would it?
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It’s after an unusually busy day that has Harry rushing around on his feet and trying to serve a long line of customers that seems never ending, flour dusted through his hair and balancing both dishing out food and cleaning up after people, that come 5 o’clock, he’s exhausted and practically dead on his feet.
He slumps against the counter and rests his head down between his shoulder blades, having a minute to himself and heaving a big sigh, when he hears the telltale sign of footsteps approaching him, shuffling he thinks, a little slowly.
“Hey.”
He whips his head up and sees Louis. 
His hair is a mess and there’s a line of purple felt tip staining his cheek. His tie is skewed and the top button of his shirt is undone, Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he swallows, lightly dusted with midnight scruff. 
“Sorry, I know you’re uh-technically closing soon,” he says, “I just wanted to pop in really quick for one of those chocolate chip muffins? My sister’s coming up for a few days and I need something sweet to get me through, long day ‘n all. Which I’m sure you can relate to.”
Harry huffs a laugh and nods his head, turning to face the cabinet full of pastries and frowns when he realises there aren’t any in there. He closes his eyes and sighs.
“Ah, sorry. It looks like we’re out, I have a fresh batch of blueberry in the back if that’s okay?”
Louis nods and smiles and Harry wanders into the back, letting the smell of bread and cookies sprinkle over him as he pulls out one of the trays and picks a particularly plump muffin, bouncy slightly in texture.
He finds Louis in the same spot as he was before, only this time he’s rubbing his eye with his fist, looking even more tired than when he first padded in. 
He waves the muffin at Louis who grins in response, arm falling back to his side and walking closer to the counter.
“Let me just wrap this up for you.” Harry says, and places the muffin in a small decorative box, closing the lid and taping it with a sticker.
When Louis’ walking towards the door a couple of minutes later, he looks over his shoulder and says,
“You might wanna check something over there,” nodding his head to a small counter display full of flapjacks, where a piece of paper looks to be slotted in between, sticking up as if waiting to be plucked, “looks like you missed something.”
And then with one last smile that’s bordering on slightly nervous, he’s gone.
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Ten seconds later when Harry unpicks the paper, the words ‘you bake me crazy, wanna grab a drink sometime?’ look back at him.
He thinks back to the other day and presses his lips together, suppressing a smile and biting his lip.
He knows just what to say.
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And then, three years later when he stares down at the ring and card with two pieces of bread on the front and reads, ‘I loaf you very much, shall we grow mould together?’
And he looks into teary blue eyes.
He knows just what to say then too.
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followingliz · 4 years
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New Hometown: Reggio nell’Emilia
Reggio (as it is known locally) is a city in northern Italy. More specifically, in the Emilia-Romagna region in the Province of Reggio Emilia. It has a population of about 171,944. It’s right between Bologna and Milan, an hour train ride from Florence and a three-hour train ride from Rome. A perfect north-central place to be.
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When you google Reggio Emilia, you will have to filter out a lot of education posts to get to the Italian town. Shortly after WWII Reggio began the Reggio Emilia approach to preschool education. It is now taught in schools around the world. 
Filter out the education sites and you’ll find a small but vibrant Italian city. With buildings from the 16th & 17th centuries, and a history of agriculture and deep partisanism. It is a primary maker of Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese, Lambrusco wine, and Balsamic Vinegar. Today Reggio has several industrial companies operating in new technology, mechanics and mechatronics. You'll find Reggio boasts being the birthplace of the Italian tri-colore flag and the Max Mara clothing line. But what about being in the city itself?
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Reggio is small enough to be charming but not so small as to be quaint. It’s not everyone is in everyone's business kind of town. But it is small enough that you’re likely to see someone you know when you’re out and about in the city center. (if you’ve lived here long enough)
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Even though we’ve been here for two months, we haven’t had the chance to travel too far outside the city center. Partly because we don't have a means of transportation. (only getting bikes a few weeks ago) And partly because we're continuing to explore the city center in a slow and unhurried way.
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Reggio leaves a first impression of semi-classic Italian charm. It's in the buildings, the piazzas and half-cobbled streets. It’s extremely bike friendly, with wide bike paths next to most of the roads and people of all ages zooming through the city center.
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 As with most Italian towns, there's a decent amount of graffiti. But overall it’s a pretty clean city, and after a few weeks you stop noticing the graffiti and the grime. You start looking above it at the ancient architecture.
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As a friend recently explained: most of these buildings are over 100 years old…they’re going to be a little gritty at street level. Especially because it’s difficult to renovate them.
The city center has a hexagonal shape made by it’s ‘ring road’, which used to be the ancient city walls. Inside the Centro Storico there are a few wide, meandering roads.
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 Mostly there are tiny winding streets- what you might picture as a classic Italian via.
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To our delight, there are several small parks within Centro Storico and one main park- Parco Pubblici. 
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It has a lovely fountain, an area for children and plenty of benches to sit, rest and relax. In the UK, in South Africa, in the States all our parks are meticulously manicured. Close cropped mowed lawns spread out with trees dotted throughout. Here in Italy, in Parco Pubblici, the grass is longer, wilder, and allowed to grow. Only trimmed down when it gets to mid-calf. It was a bit of a shock at first- we were left thinking…has this place been abandoned? But no, it’s the Reggio way- to let things be.
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Follow any of the winding vias and you are likely to end up in one of the many piazzas. The bigger squares host markets every Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday. In the smaller ones, you will usually find a variety of cute cafes, restaurants, bakeries or other shops.
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One of the things I’ve loved about Reggio is I am always noticing new details. Something I haven’t noticed before, or a shop down a side street I haven’t seen. There is a lot to explore in this small town, and I will continue to share as I discover.
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Between navigating bureaucracy and everyday life it’s nice to take a minute and enjoy where we are. (even if we don't get very far.) And even though all the locals have asked us “why on earth have you moved here?!” More than any place I've visited, people seem content living here.
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Urban Family goes on a date with Peaks & Pint, for a "Valentine Prefunk" featuring Urban Family's Heart of Stone, February 5th
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Wine and cheese. Sake and sushi. Urban Family and Peaks & Pints. Beer and … cupcakes?
Sometimes true love is right in front of your face. You just need to open the Peaks & Pints door to find it. Valentine Prefunk: Urban Family Hearts Cupcakes will pair Urban Family Brewing‘s “Heart” sours with The Vintage Baker cupcakes at 6 p.m. Wednesday, Feb. 5 inside Peaks & Pints in Tacoma’s Proctor District.
Urban Family will spread the love with Heart of Stone Apricot Sour, Briar Heart Boysenberry Sour, and Tropic Heart Passionfruit Sour — enough to push anyone to first base. We’ll also tap Addition by Addition Barrel-Aged Raspberry Sour, Coffee Dark Hymn infused with single origin coffee from Onda Origins, Preservation Berry Sour and Guava Dawn no doubt prompting extra base action. Oh, but then we’ll pair a chocolate cupcake with the Coffee Dark Hymn, a fruited cupcake with Heart of Stone buttercream, and a white balsamic cupcake with Addition by Addition. That’s a Valentine homerun! (Warning: Liquor Boards outlaws making out in bars. Growlers and takeout boxes will be available.)
“Peaks and Pints patrons will recognize the face behind the cupcakes,” says Matt McLaren, one of only three Advanced Cicerones in Washington state. “Jessica Duggan goes by The Vintage Baker, but many folks will recognize her from her days owning the Tattered Apron Bakery in South Hill.”
Duggan and her husband, Brian, began selling old fashioned pies and other baked goods at farmers markets in 2014 before opening the South Hill bakery two years later, followed by a downtown Puyallup location. She still has her own baking business in Puyallup, The Vintage Baker. Operating out of her home, she prepares scones, cookies and other treats for farmers markets and special occassions, such as Valentine Prefunk: Urban Family Hearts Cupcakes night at Peaks.
“Jessica made her national television debut on the Food Network’s ‘Spring Baking Championship,’ and did well,” adds McLaren, who reps Urban Family beers through Orcas Distributing. “She typically sells out her baked goods within an hour at the farmers markets.”
Urban Family Brewing has also received media attention. Seattle’s leading curator of fruited sours, has moved back to Ballard, the Seattle neighborhood where they launch in 2014. Popularity and growth forced them to moved across the water to the Fisherman’s Terminal side of Magnolia in 2016, where they honed their sour skills, often mentioned as one of the city’s best breweries by local and national press. The accolades have sent Urban Family back to Ballard where they’re putting the final touches on a large production facility and taproom across the street from Stoup Brewing. Expect more lagers and barrel-aged beers, in addition to larger sour yields.
If you love dessert and you love beer then you are sure to love the Valentine Prefunk: Urban Family Hearts Cupcakes event. Join us from 6-9 p.m. Wednesday, Feb. 5 for a guided tasting through these uniquely paired offerings.
VALENTINE PREFUNK: URBAN FAMILY HEARTS CUPCAKES, 6-9 p.m. Wednesday, Feb. 5, Peaks and Pints, 3816 N. 26th St., Basecamp Proctor, Tacoma, no cover, pairing price to be announced once our mouths are not full of Duggan’s cupcakes.
from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide http://bit.ly/36n003n
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March 10, 2020
Spent the day at a black beach and wandering the streets of Santorini. Ate some amazing food, found some amazing views, and I did it all with amazing company. Santorini truly was a dream. It feels almost impossible to imagine the narrow streets packed with tourists during their high season: the summertime. Even now, in the “low tide” of tourism, people are racing by on quads and scooters, swerving down the tight alleys lined with souvenir shops. Though there were a limited number of choices as far as places open for business go, we were still struck with indecision as we sought out a lunch spot. We ate some fresh Santorini salad complete with the creamy feta, sweet tomatoes, and crispy cucumber all dressed in a tangy balsamic vinagarette. For our second course, we switched it up and had some amazing Pad Thai. Of course, we had to get some dessert so we went back to Greek cuisine. The whole time my mom has been in Greece it has been my mission to introduce her to my favorite Greek dishes and it seemed as though baklava was the last man standing. We went to a small bakery where the woman spoke little English. I decided this was my moment. “Thelo ena baklava, parakalo.” The lady was so impressed! We snacked on the baklava, soaking in the last of the Santorinian sun. I am thankful for our sunny day, but I will always be thankful for our rainy one too⛅️
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Home Fragrance Empties 2019
Candles - 27 - $531.44
Yankee Candle Vanilla Cupcake Small Tumbler - $17 Yankee Candle Vanilla Cupcake Small Tumbler - $17 Yankee Candle World Journeys New England Maple Cream - $10 Yankee Candle Margaritaville Lime & Sea Salt - $24.99 Yankee Candle Root Beer Float - $27.99 Yankee Candle Bourbon Infused Vanilla Sugar - $27.99 Yankee Candle Cream Colored Ponies - $27.99 Yankee Candle Fruity Scoop - $27.99 Yankee Candle Tutti-Frutti - $27.99 BBW Merry Cookie Mason Jar - $12.50 BBW Pineapple Mango - $12.50 BBW Watermelon Lemonade Mason Jar - $12.50 BBW Leaves - $22.50 BBW Brazil Rio Coconut & Teakwood - $22.50 BBW Sparkle Every Day Confetti Cupcake - $22.50 BBW Banana Nutmeg Bread Pudding - $22.50 BBW Harvest Gathering - $22.50 BBW Farmstand Apple - $22.50 BBW Welcome Autmn Spiced Wreath - $22.50 BBW Campfire Donut - $24.50 BBW Pumpkin Pecan Waffles - $24.50 BBW Happy Birthday - $24.50 BBW Girl Gang Pink Bubblegum - $24.50 Body Shop Vanilla Chai - $19 Strawberry Daiquiri - $3.50 Tropical Sunset - $3.50 Fiji Palm - $3.50
Wax Melts - 64 - $182.86
Scentsy Happy Birthday - $6 Scentsy Pear Blossom & Cucumber - $6 Supertarts Miracle On 34th Street Sample - $1.68 Supertarts Raphael Sample - $0.71 Supertarts Mr. Meyers - $2.37 Supertarts Hills Have Eyes - $2.37 Supertarts Grudge - $2.37 Supertarts Die Hard - $1.68 Supertarts Wonkavator - $2.87 Supertarts A Bit Of Magic - $2.43 Supertarts Insidious - $2.37 Supertarts Carrie - $2.37 Supertarts Annabelle - $2.37 Supertarts Finnick Mistletoe Mac Apple Mallow - $2.60 Supertarts Poltergeist - $2.37 Supertarts Blair Witch - $2.37 Supertarts Purge - $2.37 Supertarts Scrooged - $1.68 Supertarts Jack Frost - $1.68 Supertars Meet Me In St. Louis - $1.68 Supertarts Abominable - $1.68 Supertarts Merry Mouse - $1.68 Supertarts Grandma’s House - $1.68 Supertarts Always - $1.72 Supertarts Luna - $1.72 Supertarts Moody - $1.72 Supertarts Ron - $1.72 Supertarts Gryffindor - $1.72 Supertarts Mango Mama’s House - $0.71 Supertarts Misery - $2.37 Supertarts Leprechaun - $2.37 Supertarts 17 Cherry Tree Lane - $2.43 Supertarts I Love To Laugh - $2.43 Supertarts Fizzy Lifting Drink - $2.87 Supertarts Doopity Doo - $2.87 Supertarts I Want It Nowww - $2.87 Supertarts Mmmm Tomato Soup - $2.87 Supertarts Percy - $4.25 Supertarts Luna - $4.25 Supertarts Gryffindor - $4.25 Supertarts Umbridge - $4.25 Supertarts Euron - $4.25 Supertarts Tin Man - $4.25 Supertarts Zombie Brains - $4.25 Supertarts Medusa - $4.25 Supertarts Moody - $4.25 Colonial Candle Clementine Cupcake Simmer Snaps - $4 Colonial Candle Gingersnap Simmer Snaps - $4 Colonial Candle Frankincense & Fur Simmer Snaps - $4 Colonial Candle Vanilla Eggnog Simmer Snaps - $4 Colonial Candle Sweet Iced Tea Simmer Snaps - $4 Colonial Candle Fresh Strawberry Rhubarb Simmer Snaps - $4 BBW Vanilla Bean Marshmallow - $4.50 BBW Champagne Toast - $4.50 BBW Tiki Beach - $4.50 Goose Creek Sipping Tea - $4 Goose Creek Summer Slices - $4 Yankee Candle Jack Frost Tart - $2 Ava’s Country Cupboard Poison Pie Scent Shot - $2 Ava’s Country Cupboard Fluffy Elephant - $2.85 Ava’s Country Cupboard Caramel Pretzel Bar Sample - $.50 Scentsationals Rock Candy - $2 Better Homes & Gardens Habanero Mango Salsa - $2 Tuscany Candle Fragrance Melt Candy Corn Treat - $1.99
Wallflowers - 9 - $58.50
BBW Cinnamon & Clove Bud Wallflower - $6.50 BBW Cheers Mulled Wine Wallflower - $6.50 BBW Smile Pink Lemonade Punch Wallflower - $6.50 BBW Strawberry Vanilla Wallflower - $6.50  BBW Caribbean Escape Wallflower - $6.50 BBW Twisted Peppermint Wallflower - $6.50 BBW London Wallflower - $6.50 BBW Sparkling Pear Riesling Wallflower - $6.50 BBW Leaves Wallflower - $6.50
Mixology Trios - 30 - $60
Bakery Air - Cranberry Twist - Sugared Apple
French Vanilla - Milk & Cookies - Vanilla Cupcake
Balsam & Cedar - Holiday Sage - Magical Frosted Forest
Honey Lavender Gelato - Lavender - Lavender Vanilla
Happy Spring - Lucky Shamrock - Vanilla Cupcake
Bakery Air - Balsam & Cedar - Magical Frosted Forest
Christmas Cookies - Cinnamon Vanilla - Milk & Cookies
Bundle Up - Celebrate Christmas - North Pole
Cranberry Chutney - Eucalyptus - Magical Frosted Forest
Alpine Martini - Home For The Holidays - Sparkling Pine
Other - 14 - $95.53
Sure Scents Apple Cinnamon Scent Beads - $1 Yankee Candle Bayberry Taper Candle Set - $3 Yankee Candle Strawberry Lemon Ice Fragrance Spheres - $6 Yankee Candle Peeps Fragrance Spheres - $6 Yankee Candle Balsam & Cedar Fragrance Spheres - $6 Yankee Candle Forbidden Apple Tealights - $9.99 Yankee Candle Forbidden Apple Tealights - $9.99 Yankee Candle Sicilian Lemon Tealights - $9.99 Yankee Candle Mango Peach Salsa Tealights - $9.99 Yankee Candle Passion Fruit Martini Tealights - $9.99 Yankee Candle Apple & Candied Walnut Tealights - $9.99 Yankee Candle Jellybeans Car Freshener - $6 Sweet & Shimmer Peppermint Truffle Reed Diffuser - $4.99 Supertarts Buttermint Fresh Rosemary Room Spray - $2.60 Empties: 144 $ Value - $928.33
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A Chronological List of Works by me, whatthefoucault: the Everything Edition
So it turns out I’ve actually written a very good number of words.  Almost all of the superhero things I’ve written fall into the same timeline/continuity, which I like to call Earth-212, adjacent to a few canons and then sort of also has a life of its own. I wasn’t sure how best to organise this, but here’s an attempt at placing all of these works into a vague chronological order, though almost all of them can be read independently and the reading order doesn’t really matter. Largely stucky, with some other Cap Fam shenanigans, and also a lot of entries for frostmaster and other Revengers business, some Hawkeyes, and various others. Heed the tags in each fic, but bear in mind I’m here for softness, recovery, finding one’s place in the world, and that’s largely what I’m here to write about.  If this list of everything-in-chronological-order is overwhelming and you want to get more specific, here’s:
Cap Fam
Revengers
Miscellaneous
The Stargazer’s Field Guide To Constellations
By the time Bucky happened upon him, doubled over on the front steps of the library, Steve was already as green as a plate of creamed spinach.
And My Heart Beats So That I Can Hardly Speak
Steve doesn't dance, but this was a special occasion.
(A Few Inches Too Far) Underneath The Mistletoe
It was purely by chance that Steve happened upon a scruffy little sprig of discarded mistletoe on their way back from dinner with the Barnes family.
So Take It From Me, Captain America
"Ok, Captain America PSA number four, take one, and... action."
Sextown, U.S.A.
The message was vague on details, but the urgency in Wade’s voice told Steve it was serious, and that he should come alone.
“Help me, Steve Rogers,” he pleaded. “You’re my only hope.”
Steve had to admit that that got to him.
(It would be three months before Steve would see Star Wars for the first time. Needless to say, he was not amused when he did.)
... In which two supersoldiers form a very special bond across several time zones, many states, and more all-you-can-eat breakfast than anyone should ever eat in their life.
Advanced Seminar In Postmodern Cultural Analysis, Lesson Five
In which Steve Rogers and his very good friend Wade Wilson hang out.
The Sand And The Sea
Clint and Kate have not talked about that thing that happened.
Bring Your Silver Arrows
After that thing that happened with Kate, Clint's going through some stuff.
Continental Breakfast Not Included
Sam had definitely asked for separate beds, but they had been driving since before sunrise, and it was almost midnight.
This Is Going To Make For An Interesting Expenses Claim Form
The scene before him as he rushed to the bathroom door, one pant leg still flapping awkwardly underfoot, would have to anyone else been highly out of the ordinary, but they were superheroes, after all.
The Season For Plums
One day, a man went to the market to buy plums. 
Notes From A Dirty Attic
I don't know what I'm doing.
My name is Bucky. I come from Brooklyn. I died in the war.
Particle-Wave Duality
While Bucky is napping, Steve reads to him.
Blackout Nights And Tight Spaces
It was cold, then sleep, but it was different this time. He was dreaming.
Caprine Management
In which Steve meets Bucky's new friends.
Everyone’s A Winner
Little did the Grandmaster know, when he settled in by the pool, that his evening was about to become much more interesting.
The Art Of The Co-Operative Endgame
The Grandmaster surveyed the board as Loki prepared to make his move, and - oh, this was interesting, he thought - there was a very good chance indeed that Loki might actually win.
Moonshakes
"Hey Scrappy," said the Grandmaster, "what do you think of the new guy, uhh, Loki?"
Gamalost
In which the Grandmaster has found the right companion with whom to share one of his very favourite things.
or
When Loki falls out of the sky and into the Grandmaster’s lap, he gets everything he hopes for and more. The more comes in the form of cheese. A lot of cheese.
Two Seat Sofa, Hensta Light Brown
"So..." Steve hesitated to finish the question, "are we dating?"
(In which Steve and Bucky come home.)
I Guess That This Must Be The Place
He closed his eyes, and prayed his words would project over the distance, somehow:
Count down from a hundred, and then come and find me, my sunshine.
... in which the Grandmaster embarks on an intergalactic road trip in search of his love.
A Constellation Of Sunlight, Beneath The Cherry Tree
It was well into the night when they lay together, but it was not until the morning that they made love.
Rugbrød, Fløtemysost, og Molter
There were some things the Grandmaster needed to know about Loki, and it seemed, from the shift she felt in her bones as she awoke, that this was the morning to address them.
No Less Than Three Kinds of Cheese
The sun was out and the park was beautiful, but it was still too cold for a picnic.
Sugaring
Every morning, Steve sets out from the little cabin to tend to their maple trees. 
Solskinnsboller
The fact that no bakery in the entire staggering metropolis he currently called home had ever so much as heard of solskinnsboller was tragic, but Loki was nothing if not resourceful. He would just have to make them himself.
Butter, Sugar, Flour, Eggs
"What was my grandma's name?" asked Bucky, apropos of nothing.
Syzygy
It was cloudy enough that most people chose to forego the beach that Tuesday, but such things would not deter the Grandmaster and Loki from a day out.
American Globs
Objectively, he knew everything was fine. He knew they were fireworks, and that they were beautiful, and back in the day, he and Steve used to sit under the stars together and watch them light up the sky with wonder and delight.
But time had passed since then.
It’s Like Right Now
Nat and Sam visit a street food market.
Me And My Baby Gonna Touch That Leather
"I think we should fuck," said Bucky, as Steve began climbing back under the duvet.
Say The Magic Word
"Hey, if you're going past the kitchen, do you think you could get me another coffee?"
Two Brooklynites and One Big Apple
“You did good out there today,” Captain America said, brushing a layer of detritus from his unfathomably broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”
“Not if I see you first,” replied Miles, fingergunning with one hand as he sent a web rope fwipping off into the distance with the other, catapulting himself away at tremendous speed.
… in which two superheroes battle with bad guys, embark on community art lessons, and a friendship forms along the way.
The Nemophilists
“Conspicuous,” said Steve, apropos of nothing. Bucky was putting away the last of the clean dishes.
“Conspicuous?” asked Bucky, nesting the heatproof glass bowl precariously in a short stack of significantly smaller cereal bowls.
“Yeah,” said Steve, scooping last of the leftovers into a container that, it turned out, was a tablespoon too small. “I’m.”
Nemophilist: (n.) One who is fond of the forest.
The Shape Of A Snake In A Defensive Coil
In which Loki's not very well, and the Grandmaster volunteers a solution.
Long Hair Problems, And How To Outsmart Them
“So I guess we’re not getting up early to line up for brunch?”
The End Of A Century
This is the story of a sister and her brother.
As the shadow of the war fades and gives way to new conflicts, Becca Barnes battles the constraints of the twentieth century: an education, a marriage, a career, with the ghosts of her youth never far from her memory. As the twenty-first century barrels on through its awkward teenage phase, Bucky Barnes builds a new life, with new friends, and a burgeoning relationship with his lifelong companion Steve, the erstwhile Captain America, as they struggle to find their place in the world. The last time Becca saw her brother was on the eve of war; neither of them expected, some seventy-something years, a hip replacement, and one new arm later, to be reunited.
This is a story about family.
And Our Dreams Are Making Us Nice Stories
Steve had been adamant that a party was unnecessary; however, his friends had insisted, bundling into his little Brooklyn apartment with pizzas and a selection of local microbrews and seven-layer taco dip and two dozen supermarket cupcakes emblazoned with the most neon buttercream he had ever seen piped into the stripes of little American flags.
A Ghost That The Others Can’t See
"What'd you tell her about me?"
"Only the good stuff."
From the Mighty Forest of Vacherin to the Belegen Fields
When it came to special events, the Grandmaster did not do understated.
The Littlest Balsam In Brooklyn
In which Bucky and Steve get a tree.
When Life Gives You Limoncello
In which Bucky has baked a pie. 
Blessings
At last, the shape of life after everything had begun to come into focus. Bucky and Steve consider the next steps, and some friends come to visit.
Kinugoshi
When the Grandmaster had suggested somewhere special for lunch, Loki was not expecting a small, four-table restaurant in an unremarkable suburb of Kyoto, but there they were.
Stargazing
"You know what? Let's get out of the city," Steve suggested after dinner.
(In which Steve has a very quiet birthday.)
The Mighty Hrothgar
"Uhh, I dunno about this place, stardust," the Grandmaster said to Loki, his tone hushed. "I've introduced myself to, like, five dogs, and none of them have said a word. Why don't they like me?"
The Fundamentals of Sciurine Linguistics
Sam Wilson was sure about three things: the words Captain America were enough to nab a table for two at the most popular noodle bar in the East Village on short notice, everyone loved a good noodle bar, and ramen was up there with corn on the cob and chicken wings as the worst possible food choice for a first date.
Eight Evenings In The Kitchen
The Barnes-Rogers Hanukkristmas season was always going to be one spent almost exclusively in the kitchen.
Light Showers And A Gentle Breeze
They had been under no illusions that there would be a guarantee of snow, but nothing could have quite prepared them for the abundant, relentless sprinkle of rain.
In which Bucky and Steve go somewhere quiet for Christmas.
Nine And Three-Quarters
"I don't get it, stardust," puzzled the Grandmaster. "It was supposed to be right here. Between Platforms 9 and 10."
Strollin’
"Hot dogs?" asked Steve.
"Hot dogs," agreed Bucky.
The Greatest Thing
In which the Grandmaster plays an early afternoon slot at his very first Midgardian jazz festival.
On A Quiet Morning In The Last Forest In Brooklyn
“We said we wanted to keep the guest list short,” protested Steve. “Just close family, and close friends. Nothing expensive, nothing... tacky.”
“As if you’re one to complain about tacky,” countered Tony. “I got my invitation by group text. Who does that?”
...in which Bucky and Steve get married.
The Witches Of Føroyar
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, nestled in a little cottage just beyond the rocky shores of a tiny, windswept island, lived two very special people indeed. The green witch drew his power from the moon and the stars and the deep, dark night sky; while the gold witch shone with the power of the sun, dazzling and bright. They loved the island and the mountains and the stormy sea, but most of all, they loved each other very much.
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I’m going to Boston for my birthday in May. I’ve never been before. Do you know any cool places or must sees to visit while there?
Hey there, fellow Mayby! There are plenty of things to do in Boston—it all depends on what kinds of things you like to do. Most of it’s outdoors, but don’t let that stop you! With a pub every six feet and more historically-themed gift shops than you can shake a Patriots shirt at, you’ll find something! 
Outdoors
May can still be kinda chilly, so these are all weather-depending, buuuut:
+ Whale watch: Depart from Gloucester or Boston and head on down to Stellwagen Bank to see humpback and right whales! Last time I went with @nanoochka and @neenya and it was awesome. If you leave from Gloucester, make sure to try the clam chowder that some rando will be selling outside the marina for $5. It’s dubious in nature and the guy dishing it out will probably look like a just-escaped serial killer, but for $5 it’s the bomb.
+ Public Gardens: Stroll through the newly blooming Gardens for a glimpse of several species of waterfowl that will cut you for a piece of bread, and about 75 different wedding photo shoots happening simultaneously. But the squirrels will literally sit in your lap if you let them and people are walking all sorts of friendly doggos, so it all evens out.
+ Arboretum: If you love trees, then boy howdy, do I have a place for you. And since you’re going in May, chances are it’ll be, as all the flamboyant space radio hosts say, SUPER GREEN. It’s also free, so there’s that.
+ Freedom Trail: If you have approximately 4 days and the historical boner of a 67-year old who’s never cracked a textbook or watched The Patriot, then check out the 16 sites on the Freedom Trail! 
+ Duck Boat Tour: I think the Duck Boat Tours were started by someone who, like the rest of us Massholes, was 1000% done with all the potholes and dreamt of just driving straight into the Charles River. Sit with a whole bunch of strangers on a weird semi-aquatic Hummer and, when the guide invites all the little kids on board to drive the thing, secretly root for them to run over someone in a kayak.
+ Faneuil Hall & Quincy Market: It’s a big, outdoor mall. The restaurant Cheers is there (it’s not that great, lbr) and so is this bakery that makes frosted sugar cookies the size of your head. Also, visit the Newbury Comics there—it’s the best one.
+ Newbury Street: Come one, come all, to the most overpriced string of boutiques, shops, and restaurants this side of Jupiter. But it’s a great place to people watch. 
+ Harvard Square: Just to be able to say that you tripped over the uneven sidewalk outside of the Garage.
+ Skywalk: Schlep your way to the top of the city! It’s a guided walking tour and a reminder that Boston’s city grid is a fucking mess of old horse trails and terrible drivers. You can also see every Dunkin Donuts within 100 miles in every direction.
+ Plymouth Rock: It’s a rock. A small one. I’ve just saved you a lot of time and disappointment. You’re welcome.
+ The Middle East: I don’t drink, but it’s a great place to meet up, get some apps, and listen to some awesome live music. Check to see who’s playing. I’ve never seen a terrible music act there.
Indoors
+ Museums: Science, Aquarium (it’s a fish museum, don’t fight me on this), Gardner, Fine Arts, JFK Library, MIT, etc, etc. You want museums? We got museums. There are more. It’s just... how many museums do you really need to visit in one stop? 
+ Legoland: Not sure if they’re letting in the whole public or if you still need a kid under the age of 14 to get in, but take a chance and grab a child off the street if you must. Legoland is worth it.
+ Boston Public Library: Half library, half Mr. Darcy’s foyer from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice, it’s actually pretty awesome. I did a photoshoot there once. 
Restaurants
+ Fogo de Chao: Make sure you’re hungry, and don’t make the rookie mistake of going to the salad bar and filling up on balsamic cocktail onions before Go Time. Also, don’t try to crawl into their literal oil drum full of parmesan shards. Which I’ve definitely never done.
+ Yume Wo Katare: Have you ever wondered what hopes and dreams taste like, or ever wanted someone to force you to say yours out loud? Then get ready for some delicious and uncomfortable ramen!
+ Hei La Moon: So much dim sum. So much. Eat an entire tray of sticky BBQ pork buns for me, please. Best if you go with a group of 5 or more so you can order a stupid amount of food and not feel bad about yourself (or the bill).
+ Causeway: This is north of Boston, in the lovely sea shanty town of Gloucester. If you’re already up there for the whale watch, then DEFINITELY make sure you go here. Best seafood, and the BEST clam chowder you will ever have. Ever. I am a clam chowder connoisseur and I have never found a better white fluid to put in one’s body. Also highly recommend the haddock au gratin. You’ll have enough leftovers to see you through like the next two weeks.
+ Legal Seafood: I’m kidding. If you go here, I will personally kick the shit out of you.
Any of my fellow Masshats want to chime in? Did I miss anything? 
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Prompt: A simple trip to the grocery store turns sour when a new guy in town doesn’t realize who your old man is.
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You strolled down each aisle trying to remember everything you needed. You cursed yourself for forgetting your list at home. This was incredibly important, you were hosting a family dinner and while you and Tig had been together for a while now, you knew that it was super important to nail this dinner. You had decided on a low key but delicious menu. You were making your mother’s famous bolognese sauce along with multiple trays of a hearty lasagna that you were sure would both fill and feed all of the SAMCRO family that would be arriving at your home in two days time. You knew the ingredients for the sauce and lasagna by heart as Tig requested you make them often, however you were having trouble remembering the ingredients for your side dishes, a ricotta stuffed zucchini, and a Caprese salad. You were lost in thought trying to determine how much cheese you needed to buy when you felt a sudden jolt. You were quickly broken out of your stream of thought as you looked up to notice the cause of the sudden stop, you had rammed carts with another shopper. He had a big smile on his face and seemed to want to engage you in conversation but you quickly apologized and scurried away. You didn’t have time to deal with idle small talk or with Tig’s temper when he saw some random guy chatting you up. Besides Tig had gone to get gas in the car and pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy so you had to be quick.
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You continued your shopping and were on the hunt for your last item, a bottle of balsamic vinegar. You had found the aisle where they were, but of course, the brand you wanted was on the very top shelf. Tig always teased you for being so picky when you shopped but your mom and grandma had raised you to cook a certain way and they had the beloved brands that they had passed on to you. You looked around to determine how you were going to reach that precious bottle on the top shelf. Any idea you had ended in all of the bottles falling to the ground and shattering, so you figured your best bet was to stand on your tiptoes and pray that you could somehow reach. As you strained to reach the top shelf, you felt an unfamiliar body press up against you from behind as a long hairy arm reached up beyond your own and grabbed your balsamic. You recoiled at the sudden touch and proximity of the stranger, quickly pulling your arm back into yourself and spun around finding yourself face to chest with the man whose cart you had rammed earlier. You suddenly thought that perhaps that accident wasn’t so accidental after all. You looked up and saw the most idiotic looking smirk on his face clearly enjoying himself. 
“Looked like you could use some help sweetie”, he drawled. You rolled your eyes and quickly ducked underneath of his arm to escape the overpowering smell of the entire bottle of Axe cologne he had clearly doused himself in on his way out the door. You grabbed the bottle from his hand, payment for his annoyance, dropped it in your cart, and shot him your nastiest death glare and quickly walked away. This idiot was persistent though as he quickly caught up and stepped in your path causing you to have to come to another quick and sudden stop. You took a deep breath, holding your anger in, not wanting to make a scene. You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for whatever gross and corny pickup line you were sure was coming your way. You tuned him out while he talked, taking in his features to relay them to Juice later to look up for some retaliation in case this creep went too far. He was muscular, the type that looked like he drank nothing but protein shakes and frequently set off the lunk alarm at Planet Fitness. He was wearing a Fresno Pacific University sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a scuffed up pair of knock-off Nikes. He had platinum blonde hair ruffled and styled like the typical frat boy and the tiniest bit of scruff on his face. He’s the kind of guy who you “might” have found attractive on a drunken night out in college but at the moment, he was royally pissing you off. He had to be from out of town, any local guy would have noticed the crow tattoo on your collarbone and backed off quickly. 
“Move now before I run you down”, you growled, knuckles turning white as you gripped the handle of your shopping cart trying to contain your anger and frustration with this moron.
 “C’mon now beautiful, no need to be testy. I’m just looking for a friend”, the blonde buffoon murmured while eyeing you up and down.
 You looked him dead in the eye and held your ground, and growled, “I have enough friends, now move your ass or I will run you the fuck down”. He smirked and made no indication of moving which you took as a sign that he wasn’t taking you seriously so you rammed your cart into him as hard as you could and while he was bent over in pain, you took the opportunity to quickly scoot around him with your cart and head to the checkout line.
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After an excruciatingly long wait in line behind a soccer mom with at least 37 coupons, you were finally all checked out and ready to leave. You walked out to the parking lot and spotted your car but you didn’t see Tig anywhere. You suddenly remembered his preoccupation with the bakery across the street when he dropped you off so you figured he was probably there buying them out of powdered doughnuts. Thankfully you kept the spare key in your purse, so you unlocked the car and started loading the groceries into the trunk. After unloading the groceries, you walked over to the cart corral to return your shopping cart. After pushing your cart into the corral, you turned around and found your path of exit blocked by the giant blonde cretin from earlier. Before you had a chance to speak he started off as if he’d been rehearsing this convoluted pickup strategy in his head. 
“ Listen honey”, he stated, “I think you’ve got the wrong idea about me, I’m not trying to give you trouble. I just want to get to know you, sweetheart. I’m in town visiting family, but it’s boring over there. So, what do ya say? Let’s go get a drink”.You shot him another death glare.
 “I have a man, and even if I didn’t a jack off like you is the last guy I would want to grab a drink with”, you asserted and moved to push by him. Those damn protein shakes must’ve been paying off cause he did not budge. You stood there and looked up at him, placing your hands on your hips, waiting for the next pick up line.
 “Why you playing hard to get babe, any girl from FPU would kill to go out with the blonde buff quarterback from the football team, you should count yourself lucky”, he proposed while placing one of his hands on your shoulder. 
You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat and responded, “I don’t like blondes, and like I said before I have a man”. Before he had a chance to respond you ripped his hand off of your shoulder. You then used your right hand to squeeze and hold on to his hand and then used your left hand to contort his elbow, bending it and spinning him around to come face to face with your old man who had a arrived on the scene and had a look of murder in his eyes.
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Tig placed the donut he was eating back in the paper bag he was holding and brushed the powdered sugar out of his mustache.
 “Hey doll, I got us some donuts”, your old man uttered as he held out the bag of donuts to you. You released your grip on the blonde neanderthal and grabbed the bag from your old man. Now that his hands were free, he used them to grab the collar of the out of towner and yank him out of the cart corral, throwing him to the ground. After turning around to give you a once over, confirming that you were not hurt, he began pummeling the creep. You quickly skipped around the side of the cart corral and planted yourself on the edge of the trunk. You sat and watched your man beat up the pompous quarterback while you munched on the donuts from the bakery.
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After the asshole had sufficiently learned his lesson and was laying on the ground, groaning and cursing, Tig once again grabbed him by the collar but this time he dragged the frat boy over towards you. 
“You see that tattoo you piece of shit”, Tig snarled while nodding to the crow tattoo on your collarbone, “If you ever come across another woman with a crow tattoo, I suggest you leave her the fuck alone or else this is going to happen again but tenfold. Do we have an understanding”? The neanderthal nodded his head in agreement but had the nerve to spit at you. Before you had a chance to respond, Tigs’ ring covered fist collided with his face and he fell to the ground. The guy was still squirming and cursing so you took it upon yourself to hop up off of the trunk and kick him in the balls. That shut him up pretty darn quick. Tig looked over at you with a look of pride on his face that quickly turned to annoyance when he realized the once full bag of donuts was now completely empty. 
“Seriously doll, here I am defending your honor, and you can’t even save me a Boston Kreme”, he whined.
 “I’m sorry Tiggy”, you teased, “But you know how it is, I needed a snack to munch on during the show”. 
“I guess I can forgive you”, Tig responded, “As long as you share the crumbs”. At this, he closed the distance between the two of you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a passionate kiss. As you broke apart, you chuckled reaching your hands up to brush the powder sugar from his lips and his mustache while he kept his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. 
“Do I have any on my face?”, you inquired. 
“Oh yeah”, he responded, I’ll get it”. He was true to his word, cleaning the powdered sugar off of your lips by pressing several wet and sloppy kisses all around your mouth.
 “Now c’mon darlin’, we’ve got some cooking to do”, he declared as he released you from his grip.
 As the two of you got in the car, he grabbed your hand and turned to you laughing, “Hey now at least we have a good story to tell at dinner”.
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