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manabird · 6 months

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Recipe for Chocolate Sauerkraut Cake I Your guests will never guess that sauerkraut delivers the extra flavor to this chocolate cake with a fluffy and creamy frosting.

#guests #frosting #cake #sauerkraut #chocolate sauerkraut cake

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bisousbelle · 6 months

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Chocolate Sauerkraut Cake II Recipe a delectable chocolate cake with a secret ingredient. 1.5 teaspoons baking powder, 1.5 cups buttermilk, 1.75 cups packed light brown sugar, 2 teaspoons vanilla extract, 2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder, 1/4 teaspoon salt, 2.25 cups all-purpose flour, 2/3 cup butter, 1 teaspoon baking soda, 3/4 cup drained and chopped sauerkraut, 2 eggs

#sauerkraut #vanilla extract #chocolate cake #brown sugar #baking powder #ingredient #cups

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designtreviso · 7 months

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Chocolate Sauerkraut Cake II a delectable chocolate cake with a secret ingredient.

#chocolate sauerkraut cake ii #brown sugar #cups #chocolate cake #flour #vanilla extract #baking powder

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duygumassol · 10 months

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Chocolate Sauerkraut Cake II a delectable chocolate cake with a secret ingredient.

#brown sugar #chocolate sauerkraut cake ii #baking powder #vanilla extract #sauerkraut #recipe #chocolate cake

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what-marsha-eats · 2 years

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From the food blogger I Am Baker:

No, you did not read that wrong…there definitely IS sauerkraut in this chocolate cake. According to the Web site The Old Foodie:

“Sauerkraut Cake” sounds like some sort of sick joke, but it is very real indeed. It came about in the 1960s as a result of the USDA Surplus Committee’s request (specifically to school lunchroom managers) for ideas to use up a large quantity of stockpiled canned sauerkraut.

It was credited to a lunchroom supervisor named Geraldine Timms.

#cake #sheet pan cake #chocolate cake #secret ingredient #sauerkraut #dutch processed cocoa powder #baking powder #baking soda #salted butter #confectioners sugar #powdered sugar #heavy whipping cream

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farenmaddox · 4 months

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eeeeee best Christmas present! I am so excited to try some of these recipes. I'm especially excited about having new gluten-free options for friends and to try the chcolate-sauerkraut cake for myself.

(fun fact, the no-bake chocolate-oatmeal-peanut butter cookies in this book are a variation on a recipe my mom made for us frequently as kids!)

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justmemethings · 1 year

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Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Italicize what your muse likes. Bold what they love. Strike-thru what they hate.

Taste:

Touch:

Scent:

Sound:

Sight:

tagged by: tagging:

#rp meme #rp memes #fill in memes #hc meme #ooc memes #five senses #headcanon memes

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Hi Comet! Headcanon questions it is. What is the snack of choice for each band member? Is Mountain as granola as everyone assumes he is? Who has the biggest sweet tooth? Which band member always brings snacks to stave off a hangry Dew? - Ghoulette Anon

Oh yes! I love this.

Mountain doesn't snack unless he's on tour. At the Abbey he gets too caught up in his work to think about snacking. Sometimes Cirrus sneaks granola bars or apples into the pockets of the apron he wears in the greenhouse. On tour, when he actually does have time to think about being hungry, he likes candy. Particularly gummies. Haribo gummy bars are a favorite. Does not like sour gummies.

Cirrus prefers "healthy" snacks. Fruit. Veggies. Nuts. Cured meats. (she does not believe it's unhealthy). Cheese. She'd make a charcuterie board every day if she could. On tour she settles for whatever fruit seems decent, beef jerky, and whatever flavor of nuts seem least offensive (who thought peanuts should be pickle flavored??).

Rain has the biggest sweet tooth. He will always pick a sweet snack over a savory one. The abbey kitchen always has some sort of cookie or brownie or other confection. When they're on the road he survives on packaged snack cakes, gas station donuts, and trail mix that is mostly chocolate. He tried convincing Copia to keep those hostess cupcakes stocked in the Abbey, it didn't work.

Cumulus is a grazer in general. Doesn't usually eat a big meal and prefers small snacks to most regular food. She's the one who always has extra snacks on hand. She doesn't snack on very much junk food when she's home. She prefers salty over sweet. But tends to keep a little bit of everything because someone else inevitably ends up needing food. And equal opportunity snacker for sure. She likes basically everything. Except those weird seaweed sheets Swiss keeps trying to feed her. Those are gross.

Swiss will try anything once. He isn't a big snacker at the Abbey. But on tour where he is being bombarded with new and different options he becomes a fiend. He has to try everything. He is a sucker for a gimmick ("Hey Mount these gummies turn your tongue colors!") Or anything that issues a challenge ("Dew! This says it's the hottest chip ever made!). Copia had to give him a snack budget because he was spending WAY too much on weird snacks.

Dew is the spicy food guy. If it's hot, he'll eat it. It'd partially because he likes it. And partially because it keeps people from stealing his food. He loves hot chips. Hot nuts. Everything. He also likes sour, a lot. He doesn't like gummy candy unless it's sour. Dew is also the person who steals Cumulus' extra snacks the most. He is always hungry. No one has any idea where all that good goes.

Aether doesn't like snacks much. He'd rather just eat real food. He doesn't enjoy most junk food. No matter how much his pack mates try to convince him. He does however have a weakness for salt and vinegar chips. And they are always stocked in the abbey kitchen. Rain is mad about it--how come Aeth gets chips but he can't have cupcakes? Aether also enjoys trail mix, but the kind without candy in it. Just dried fruit and nuts. Everyone else thinks he's weird.

Sunshine loves briney things. She is the "eats a jar of olives for dinner" girlie. Loves pickles. Every olive. Sauerkraut. Kimchi. Loves fermented funky shit. She and Dew have eaten entire containers of spicy kimchi in one sitting together. On tour she tries all of those "pickle in a bag" things and is always midly disappointed. They're never crunchy enough.

#comet canons #ghost headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons #nameless ghouls #ghoulette anon #dewdrop ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss army ghoul #aether ghoul

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krispy-y · 9 days

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~~Challenge Rules~~

On a mission to reach 48kg before 2025 (is this even possible? Idk we shall see). I'm attempting to avoid binges by turning it into a challenge >:)

<1200kcal per day

If I manage 7 days in a row, I can move on to the next level.

If I exceed the limit, I can redeem myself by completing a 24h f4st the following day.

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~Current Progress~

SW: 58.9kg

15th April: Level 1 ( - kg)

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~ Rules ~

>1.5L water per day, 500ml water before every meal

+30min jog 2-3x/week

45min strength training 4x/week

16:8 (13:00-21:00)

~80g protein per day

Electrolyte tablet on f4sting days

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🌹 = gw reached

GW1: 56kg 🥀

GW2: 54kg 🥀

GW3: 52kg 🥀

GW4: 50kg 🥀

UGW: 48kg 🥀

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(I'm just writing these down for myself so I know exactly what I can and can't buy)

~Safe Foods~

fish, chicken breast, veggies, fruit, nuts, eggs, protein powder, rice cakes, tuna, soy milk, chia seeds, oats, cottage cheese, soy sauce, sesame oil, protein bars/puddings (only one at a time), tea, diet drinks, lightest cheese triangles, gum, sesame seeds, shrimp, black coffee, beans, low-cal jelly, nori sheets, lettuce, spinach, pickles, stevia, low-cal yoghurt, unsweetened cocoa powder, soup, beans, low-cal bread, avocado, dark chocolate, frozen veggie gyoza, sauerkraut

~NoNo Foods~

bread, whole milk, yoghurt, sugar, hummus, cheese, peanut butter, jam, butter, rice, crisps, sweets, juices, fizzy drinks, tortillas, honey, pasta, milk chocolate, flour,

#tw ana diary #tw disordered eating #ed behaviour tw #tw ana trigger #tw ed but not sheeran #tw ed diet #tw ed sheeran #tw restrictive ed #ana bllog #ana trigger #ana rant #ana meal #tw edtwt #ed not sheeren #ed not ed sheeran #eating disoder trigger warning #tw eating issues

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netherzon · 3 months

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Don't Ask (Cake)

@hws-anthology

Here is my contribution to the Anthology! Its gerame (again), but I challenged myself to write Monika/Amelia this time.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 5390

CW: some cursing

Amelia and Monika can both be very stubborn. Once they’ve decided something, it can be hard to change their mind. On this day, they will settle the ultimate debate: is zucchini bread ‘bread’? Also, can you make chocolate cake with sauerkraut?

It was a lovely morning in Heidelberg, Monika’s favorite kind. She had time to sit on her balcony with her morning coffee and people watch in the square below. Cafes began setting out tables and chairs. Students rode by on their bikes. A farm truck arrived to set up their fresh asparagus stand.

The air was cool, but her coffee mug kept her warm as she watched, silently absorbing everything. The gentle wind ruffled her hair, and she pulled as much as she could into her lungs. Even as she exhaled that individual breath, she hoped she could carry with her the calm she felt from it for as long as possible.

Maybe it could be a source of strength for the day she was about to have.

She had fifteen more minutes of this before her company woke up. They were both morning people, but their approaches to the morning were very different. Monika reveled in the time she had between fully asleep and fully awake. After she was alert enough to make coffee, but not before she remembered all the important emails she probably had waiting for her. It was a kind of refuge.

Her girlfriend felt the opposite. Amelia resented feeling unproductive, especially when she was awake and moving around. She was convinced that if she was alert enough to walk in a straight line and remember where the coffee maker was, she should be able to get work done. In practice, this wasn’t true. Amelia’s solution was to pretend the middle ground didn’t exist anyway.

She had left the balcony door open behind her, so her view was unobstructed when Amelia decided to slide into the adjacent kitchen on her socks, still in her sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“You almost knocked over my philodendron,” Monika says affectionately.

“Mornin’ to you too, darlin,” Amelia smiles, and wraps her arms around Monika’s shoulders. With most people, this would be a gentle move. One you do slowly, sensually, sweetly. Amelia manages to make it feel like a running jump hug, the kind that knocks over reuniting couples at the airport. She leans over Monika, her weight pressing down on her shoulders so they sway back and forth together. Monika thinks it's equally sweet. Despite being 25 cm shorter than Monika, Amelia’s hug feels like a weighted blanket.

Until Amelia leans down to Monika’s ear and whispers, “Do you remember what day it is?”

Monika pretends she doesn’t hear her, breathing in the strawberry scent of Amelia’s shampoo.

“I know you heard me, babe,” Amelia kisses her hair, “you know what day it is.”

“April 25th,” Monika says.

“Aaaaaaand?” Amelia prompts as she moves towards the kitchen.

“It’s a Tuesday?”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand?” Amelia prompts again, louder this time. Monika sighs as she watches her girlfriend grab a travel mug from the cupboard.

“And nothing,” she says firmly, “there is nothing else to make this day significant here.”

Amelia is unphased by Monika’s stalling, “Oh ho ho, but at my house there is!” She’s beaming as she fills the mug with coffee.

Monika groans. Amelia slides back towards the bedroom, probably to get dressed.

“What holiday is it?” she calls back.

Monika holds firm. “National Zucchini Cake Day!” she yells.

“It’s Zucchini Bread Day!” Amelia rushes back, already wearing a polka dot dress. Her arms are crossed in an X. She’s pouting.

“That’s disputed,” is all Monika says. As she passes by to get ready herself, she makes sure to lean down and give Amelia a kiss.

They really only need zucchini from the store, but they like to go over the whole recipe anyway. Monika has most of the ingredients already because she uses them often, so they agree there’s no harm having more.

“All purpose flour, though?” she asks, “You’re sure we don’t need bread flour?”

Amelia shoots her a dirty look. “You can make bread with the normal amount of gluten, too,” she says, “you can even make it gluten free!”

Monika is enjoying this, though. “I’m telling you, calling it bread is an insult to bread. Real bread is raised with yeast, not baking soda.”

“You were raised with yeast,” Amelia shoots back indignantly.

Monika brings a finger to her chin, “I suppose. I was raised with yeast in my bread, that is true.” She smiles at her girlfriend grabbing a bag of chopped walnuts and some packets of baking powder.

Amelia stands proud, chin raised, shoulders back. It’s a move she’s pulled off many times at nation meetings. Despite her being relatively short among their kind, she’s never had trouble making her presence known. However, standing here in this Rewe, with her arms full of the core pillars of most baking recipes, her posturing is unbearably cute. “I cannot allow zucchini bread to be defamed on its national holiday,” she says, as seriously as she can manage outside of international affairs. Her mouth twitches the way it does when she’s trying very hard not to smile.

“Of course not, and I would hate to cause offense.” Monika walks serenely down the aisle, turning her nose up a bit as she passes Amelia. Amelia’s lips twitch harder.

Perhaps the bait was a little too good. Suddenly Amelia drops everything in her arms to lift Monika up in a bear hug. The bag of flour explodes a little on the floor. Everything else is mostly fine. Monika laughs out of surprise at first, and keeps laughing at the absurdity. Why or how, logical consistency, they lost their meaning when Amelia was in a good mood. They get some odd looks, and Monika would normally care more, but Amelia is completely unconcerned and Monika is laughing too hard. They are too happy to care how they look to other people.

There are relatively few hiccups on the way back to Monika’s apartment, but they have begun debating chemical leavening versus yeast again. It is the central debate of this entire experiment. Can something be called bread if it doesn’t use yeast? Is zucchini bread really bread?

“I would argue yeast leavening is a kind of chemical leavening though,” Amelia waves her hand between them as Monika searches for her loaf pans, “I mean us too — well maybe not us us — but organic life like yeast has chemical reactions goin on all the time. Yeast fermenting starch to create gas is chemical. Ergo, yeast is a chemical leavening agent just as much as the baking powder in zucchini bread is.”

“While that is objectively correct,” Monika says slowly, “I would argue then that perhaps it should be called “artificial leavening” instead of chemical. Yeast is an organic method, while baking powder and sodium bicarbonate are inorganic. None of that changes the fact that the different results produced by these methods are how we categorize cakes versus breads. The taste, the texture. They are not the same.”

They’ve gone in these circles before, but today is different. Today will be the first time Monika tries zucchini “bread” for herself. Today, this debate ends. One way or another.

They probably should’ve picked up another pan at the store though.

Amelia looks at the one loaf pan Monika has laid out beside the ingredients, “Alright, you have to have more of these. I coulda sworn you had five or six at least. What’s up?”

Monika sighs, “Julchen.”

This immediately piques Amelia’s interest. Those two were so alike sometimes. Too alike. Monika is sure that if Amelia had been there for Julchen’s scheming that day, she would’ve wholeheartedly gone along with it. Even now she is wary of giving Amelia new ideas by telling this story.

“What did she do?” Amelia asks with wide-eyed curiosity.

Monika looks at her suspiciously, but Amelia will just ask Julchen anyway if Monika avoids the question. “She tried baking gummy bears into bread. Predictably, the sugar burned and ruined my pans.”

“What’d she do that for?” Amelia asks with glee, “Was it for a pun?”

“It was for a pun,” Monika sighs, weary of the world and its tribulations.

“What was the pun?” Amelia bounces on the balls of her feet.

Monika sighs again. Julchen had a creative mind, and Monika admired that about her sister, but she could also get easily carried away.

“She wanted to call it ‘Haribrötchen’,” the words feel heavy coming out of her mouth. So many other solutions that didn’t end with the decimation of Monika’s baking pans. It wasn’t even the right sized pan for that pun to make sense, which only added insult to injury.

Amelia’s shoulders shake with laughter, “Damn, I wish it worked, that sounds hilarious and delicious.”

“It made the apartment smell like burnt sugar for days,” Monika replies.

“And you couldn’t pretend you just overcooked some caramel a little?” Amelia is teasing, but it makes Monika blush. She made caramel candies the very next day to distract herself from the smell. Amelia smirk becomes something more sincere, able to read Monika’s embarrassment easily.

“Damn, you really did, didn’t you? That’s adorable. You’re adorable,” Amelia punctuates this statement by reaching out for Monika’s hand and kissing her fingers repeatedly.

Monika fights a smile, “This is serious business, Schnecke. Today we are going to prove you are wrong about the taxonomy of baked goods. I will not be distracted by your charm.” She holds fast to Amelia’s hand despite that.

The recipe itself is simple. And it describes the end product as ‘cake-like’. Amelia quickly scrolls past that before Monika can see.

“Just like I remembered. Mix the dry ingredients, mix the wet ingredients, combine, add the zucchini and whatever, then bake. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy!”

Monika watches her across the table. She had on a headband to hold her bangs out of her face. Tufts of hair stick out at funny angles. It makes Amelia want to run her fingers through Monika’s hair even more than usual. Monika’s bangs don’t even reach her eyes, but she says feeling her hair on her forehead distracts her while she’s working, even if it can’t actually block her view.

Monika balks a little at the ratio of flour to sugar. “I have a sweet tooth, and this still seems a bit much.”

“Trust me, this is the right way to eat vegetables.”

“All vegetables?” Monika asks with a raised eyebrow. It’s not so much a question as a challenge. How far are you willing to go with that statement?

This question actually gives Amelia pause. “You know what,” she begins once she’s run through a mental list of veggies, “I say yes.”

Monika’s raised eyebrow ticks higher. “Really?”

Amelia is undeterred, as always. She places her hands on her hips confidently, “Yup! If carrots and tomato soup and sauerkraut and pinto beans can all make good cake, and zucchini makes a good bread, and pumpkin and sweet potato can make good pie, I see potential in all things.”

“Sauer…kraut? Cake?” The rhythm of the question is broken, teetering on the edge of confusion and horror.

Amelia’s smile turns sly. She takes Monika’s face gently between her hands, rising up on her tiptoes so their lips brush gently. Against Monika’s mouth, she whispers, “You heard me, doll. Sauer. Kraut. Cake.”

Monika is frozen as Amelia kisses her once for real and then spins back to the computer. It’s not the most satisfying kiss they’ve shared. Monika’s mind is consumed by the memory of sauerkraut. The sour pickled cabbage she ate with meat and potatoes. In a cake….

Turned away, Amelia cheerfully adds, “With chocolate, by the way!”

Amelia grates the zucchini while Monika mixes the dry ingredients. Amelia hums a random string of notes to herself along with the sound of the zucchini against the cheese grater. Every so often her tune is accompanied by Monika running a knife over the top of the measuring cups. She’s not sure if Monika is trying to match her humming. She can feel Monika glancing over at her occasionally.

When Amelia is reaching the end of the zucchini she feels another foot tap lightly against hers. Be careful with your fingers.

Monika has already turned back to her mixing bowls when Amelia looks over at her. Amelia hums a little louder anyway, so even if Monika can’t see her smile she’ll be able to hear how happy she is.

The dough is runny. Too runny for kneading, which is one of Monika’s favorite parts of bread making. Disappointing. It makes a wet slopping sound as they pour it into the bread pan, green and yellow strips of zucchini standing out in the pale brown liquid.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Amelia cuts in before Monika can say anything, “it’s gonna taste delicious, and that’s what counts. That’s the only thing that counts.”

The bread-cake-thing still smells good when it's done baking at least.

“Not like zucchini.”

“Were you honestly expecting it to smell like zucchini over all that cinnamon?”

“A little bit.”

Monika chews thoughtfully. Amelia watches as patiently as one can while doing a drum roll on the kitchen counter.

Monika swallows.

“So?” Amelia asks.

Monika shrugs. “It’s fine,” she says without much feeling.

“Fine?”

“It’s fine,” Monika nods, “It does not taste like zucchini.”

“Did you really expect it to taste like zucchini too?”

“A little bit.”

“But?”

Monika shakes her head this time, “I still would not call it bread.”

Amelia throws back her head and groans.

“It tastes like a nice spiced cake.”

“But it’s not cake!”

“I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference if you gave it to me with frosting.”

Amelia hangs her head and walks off miserably. The whole walk is so exaggerated that Monika can tell it's being played up. Amelia is acting out a crushing defeat, the low point of the story where all hope seems lost. She will either bounce back with a new plan to convince Monika or something else will catch her attention and they will move on. This isn't a true argument between them, and so Monika is content to wait without budging. No need to concede or offer comfort until one of them had been proven definitively wrong (and neither of them really could). And so they continue, and every so often they bicker about it, because sometimes it was fun to bicker about things that did not really matter to anyone at all

She finds Amelia staring out the window in their bedroom. Her face is scrunched up, deep in thought. Somewhere in the apartment, she found a long furby, and it now hangs around her neck like a snake. Amelia tugs at one of its ears absentmindedly.

Monika wraps her arms around her waist, her chin resting on Amelia’s head. She grabs the end of the furby and wraps it around her neck too. Amelia looks out into the courtyard below and hums thoughtfully.

When they’re tied together to Monika’s satisfaction, Amelia leans back to look up at her, and asks a question to begin a new period of chaos.

“Do you think you could make asparagus into bread?”

They go to Aldi next.

After they stop by the asparagus stand.

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this,” Monika mutters.

Amelia smiles brightly at her, swinging their linked hands gleefully. “You should stop makin it so easy, my dear.”

She was right. They were both curious by nature, and Amelia had a talent for coming up with strange ideas when left on her own. It was not the first time Amelia had asked Is this [insert random thing] possible? and Monika had dedicated her time to helping her find out, just for the satisfaction of knowing. It would not be the last.

Still, Monika winces as she picks up a jar of sauerkraut, “How do you even come up with something like this, though? Sauerkraut? In a chocolate cake?”

Amelia hums, “It’s fuzzy, ya know? I don’t really remember. Some people say it was to use up rations during the war, some say it was a lunch lady in Chicago who just had a lot of extra sauerkraut lyin around and needed a way to feed it to the kids. Some people even think it was you guys who brought the recipe over.”

This is news to Monika, “But it already goes with sausage. We already found a good way to eat it. We did not need this.”

Amelia smiles at her all the same, apparently quite proud that her citizens had made sauerkraut and chocolate into an edible combination for some reason, “Maybe we didn’t need it. But it sure is fun putting weird stuff in a cake that still tastes good for your potluck, and then getting a bunch of compliments, ‘wow Amelia this might be the best cake I’ve ever had, what’s your secret?’, but you act all innocent like ‘oh Jolene, you know I can’t give that information out to just anybody’, but they’re insistent, they’re on their knees begging,” Amelia drops to her actual knees for dramatic effect in the middle of the grocery store, “‘Oh, please, Amelia I just have to know, it was so moist and fluffy, I think I’ll die if I don’t know the recipe!’” she smirks, “And then getting to see their face when you tell them they were eating sauerkraut.”

“...if it doesn’t taste like sauerkraut, then what does it taste like?”

“Coconut, actually.”

Monika snorts derisively, “I’ll believe it when I eat it.”

Amelia’s smile is confident, already self-satisfied, as she dusts grocery store floor dirt from her dress, “Yes, you will.”

That is, until she sees a seasonal display at the end of the aisle. Cream colored cardboard shelves are loaded with loaves of bread, wrapped individually. Schoko Chunk, Wilde Berre, Walnuss, Salted Caramel. In simple letters the sign advertises ‘Bananenbrot- Bio und Vegan’.

Amelia turns to her with the look of ultimate betrayal. “Are you kidding me?! Banana bread counts as bread but zucchini bread doesn’t? This is malarkey!”

Blink. “Banana is a fruit at least. Zucchini is a vegetable.” Monika’s logic does not sound convincing to either of them.

“That doesn’t make it better! It should be even more cake, then. Banana bread and fruit cake are cousins.”

One last shot, Monika. “You call it banana bread at your house too!”

Amelia crosses her arms and shifts her weight from foot to foot, back and forth. Her dress makes a swish swish noise, “That’s a swing and a miss, babe. At least I’m not a hypocrite about it. Zucchini bread and banana bread are siblings.”

“Alright, alright. I will concede that. In a world where banana bread is bread, zucchini bread should be too.”

Amelia’s face softens slightly, but she continues to shift restlessly, “But you don’t live in that world?”

Monika bridges the gap between them, coming forward to wrap her arms around Amelia’s waist, “I don’t think either of them are bread, but it's not up to me what name gets adopted by the people. It's probably a direct translation from your house anyway.” She doesn’t have proof of that — she really has no knowledge of the history of banana bread — but the thought makes her smile, so she takes a page out of Amelia’s book and chooses to believe it.

Amelia leans into her chest, humming thoughtfully. Monika waits patiently for her to decide where the conversation will go. If the pseudo-argument over another bread-esque item will continue, or if Amelia will turn back towards their new mission of making the most obscure baking recipes they can find on the internet.

Amelia looks up at her, lips pursed, “National Banana Bread Day is February 23. You’re welcome,” she teases. She’s decided to move on.

Monika shakes her head, “Oh, thank you sooo much. I would be lost if my country did not have banana bread.”

Amelia beams in response, “It would be a terrible world to live in. What would you eat with your banana juice and your banana milk then?”

They continue holding hands as they move on to the produce section.

The first step out of all their recipes is to soak the sauerkraut. They need to get as much of the pickling juice out as possible, so they start there and decide to finish the other recipes while that sits. In lieu of the usual aprons, they’ve dug out a couple old lab coats to enhance the scientific environment.

They do find an asparagus bread recipe online, courtesy of Michigan. Cinnamon and asparagus prove a less desirable combination than zucchini and cinnamon.

“It’s the texture,” Amelia speaks carefully around a mouthful, “it's cause the asparagus is diced while the zucchini is grated.” She swallows with a grimace, “There’s just something about eating a chunk of asparagus in a dessert out of nowhere that makes for a really unpleasant dessert. The zucchini is hardly noticeable, but with this it's like I’m chewing and there’s spices and it's sweet and then BAM! Asparagus!” Amelia shakes her head emphatically.

Monika refuses to speak with her mouth full, and she refuses to bad mouth asparagus, “Maybe we did not dice it small enough.”

The roles have reversed now. Amelia sticks out her tongue, “I was wrong earlier, not every veggie is better this way. This is the wrong way to eat asparagus.”

“It has potential.”

“Does it, babe?”

“I think the asparagus flavor comes through in a way reminiscent of lemon, and lemon is not uncommon in desserts.”

“With the cinnamon though?”

They set aside their most recent science experiment, but Monika bookmarks the recipe to revisit it later.

The next recipe they try is one Monika found.

“This isn’t….What?” Amelia stares at the list of ingredients in disbelief. Monika clutches the kitchen counter tightly. She can barely hold in her laughter. It’s a rare treat to find something that truly stuns Amelia into silence.

“‘By Monica’,” Amelia looks away from the screen for a moment to stare at Monika, “Did you do this?”

This sends Monika fully over the edge. Amelia is still looking at her, baffled, and all of it combined has Monika laughing harder than she has in a long time. Doubled over, stomach hurts, tears in her eyes laughing.

It's absurd and infectious and soon Amelia is laughing too. “How did you even find this?”

“I googled ‘eggplant bread’ and scrolled a little.”

“No, for real though, ‘Maple Chocolate Chip Eggplant Bread with Walnuts’? With rye flour? And olive oil?”

Monika rubs her eyes, “The thing that bothers me most is that the recipe is labeled ‘gluten free’, when any experienced baker knows rye contains gluten.”

“Hmm,” Amelia tilts her head, “maybe cause you can substitute for gluten free flour?”

Monika’s mood fully returns to equilibrium, and she sighs, “That’s just not how the chemistry works. You cannot just swap things as you please.”

“No, I get that,” Amelia says as she starts rummaging through Monika’s cabinets, “you have rye flour though, don’t you?”

The first problem might be that Monika does not like eggplant. Or dark chocolate. Or walnuts, if she’s being honest, so that doesn’t help things.

The bread is very dense. Bittersweet. An odd gray color. The eggplant is grated like the zucchini, so she can’t necessarily taste it, but she had never been inclined to desserts in this vein.

Earthy. She found it off-putting.

“Strange.”

Amelia chews pensively, no expression on her face. When she does speak, it's a surprise.

“I like it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Amelia turns to her, “like it's not a combination of ingredients I would come up with, but I like the flavor of geosmin.”

“You like the flavor of the smell of wet dirt?”

Amelia’s hands flutter around, “Well not literally wet dirt, but it’s… It’s satisfying. Deep, in a way.”

Monika is at a loss, “I think I will make regular rye bread next time. Maybe even banana bread,” Monika moves the loaf out of the way, “rye banana bread could be good.” “Maybe you’d like it more if you used white rye flour instead of pumpernickel?” Amelia snatches up another piece as Monika walks by.

“I think I would like it better without the eggplant,” Monika says dryly.

“You’re gonna get on Romano’s bad side again,” Amelia tsks, “don’t let him hear you talkin shit when he’s making melanzane al cioccolato.”

Monika looks back at her, leaning comfortably against the counter. Amelia has a spot of chocolate in the corner of her mouth. At some point another long furby mysteriously wrapped itself around one of her legs like a leg warmer.

Monika crosses her arms, “Romano makes eggplant and chocolate as a dessert?”

“Yeah, it's from Campania!”

Monika is skeptical. “Like eggplant parmesan, but instead of parmesan it's chocolate?”

By contrast, Amelia is entirely sincere, “It’s exactly like that!”

Now that the sauerkraut has finished soaking, and they’re baking an actual cake (that they agree is cake), they make frosting to go with it. Amelia works on the frosting while Monika prepares the cake batter. She has a long furby curled up and balanced on her head in place of her usual head band. Keeping the furby in place will probably be more distracting in the long run than her hair, but Amelia had laughed so sweetly when she had placed it on her head. “I have a gift for you,” she had said, with her mischievous smile

Monika couldn’t bring herself to take it off.

They’ve just put the cake in the oven when Julchen bursts in with an enthusiastic “Moin!” It's not a common greeting this far South, and so Julchen brings it out whenever she visits. She’s wearing overalls and her hair is tied up in a bun. It looks like there is red paint and grass stuck to her arms. Julchen immediately heads towards the shower. Amelia sends Monika a curious look, Why is she here?

Monika just shakes her head. She’s not sure herself, but she’s more interested in setting the timer for the oven anyway. Julchen drops by at random times when Monika is away from Berlin. Anywhere in Germany, her sister might show up. She’s even been followed on international trips a few times, but as long as Julchen doesn’t bring a bag of gummy bears near her bread pans again she sees no problem with it.

Amelia shrugs it off too. The running shower can be heard from the kitchen, but Monika becomes absorbed in doing the dishes and Amelia becomes absorbed in trying to distract her. She hands off utensils to be dried and instead Amelia stuffs them in her socks. She starts sneaking clean dishes into the sink to see if Monika will notice. At one point she tries to tie Monika’s ankles together with a towel, but she quickly abandons that plan when Monika accidentally steps on her fingers. Ironically, Amelia’s pained cry of “Son of a bitch!” is what distracts Monika most.

It is a surprise to them both when Julchen reappears. Her hair is loose and damp now, but she still has grass and paint stuck to her arms.

“Soooo, what is going on in here?” Julchen asks, observing the mess they’ve made of the kitchen, and the smell of baking cake mixed with the sour odor of sauerkraut hanging around in a persistent fog.

Instead of addressing the carnival of cooking horrors Monika has been immersed in, the first thing Monika thinks to say is, “Why did you bother taking a shower if you were not going to clean yourself?”

“I will wash it off eventually,” Julchen laughs, glancing at her arms, “for now, I earned this dirt fair and square. I wanna wear it a little longer.”

“Seriously though, what are you making?” Julchen asks again.

“Science!” Amelia exclaims at the same time as Monika bluntly states “A mistake.”

Monika’s attitude makes both Julchen and Amelia snicker. Monika smiles begrudgingly.

Julchen hops up to sit on the counter, feet resting on the handles of the kitchen drawers. Monika taps both her knees to remind her not to do that.

“So I assume this is the baking kind of science,” Julchen addresses Amelia, “what’s the actual deal?”

“Well, we were debating if zucchini bread, and other quickbreads, are actually bread or just cake. I contend that they are bread, Monika says they’re cake. Then we got kind of sidetracked backing a bunch of other stuff.”

Amelia’s answer is as serious as this whole day has been, which is to say ‘not very serious’. It makes Julchen’s reaction unexpected. Her face turns grim suddenly, and she blurts out, “That has to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

Monika is just pulling the cake out of the oven, but both she and Amelia are taken aback by Julchen’s statement.

Julchen observes them in silence for a long moment, but her eyes are unfocused. They drift between the laptop still displaying the recipe, the refrigerator in the corner, the electric light in the ceiling. Her attention is pulled through the glass doors of the balcony, to the tram driving by the apartment, and in the distance, the funicular up the Königstuhl.

Julchen shifts her stance. “I remember when that tram was pulled by horses,” she says. She’s mostly talking to herself, but it's quiet enough in the apartment that Monika and Amelia can hear her clearly.

“I remember when there weren’t trams at all,” Julchen turns to address them directly this time. Her chin is high, her brows low. Against the setting sun, she looks too serious for a discussion about cake.

Sometimes around nations, especially the older ones, when they recall their distant memories it feels like whatever slows down time for their pets affects other nations too. Time stood still for a moment. Monika and Amelia wait quietly in their lab coats, hardly moving.

Julchen looks directly at Monika, “You! Have you forgotten box cake mix was created in the 20th century?” Then towards Amelia, “And you! I can’t believe you’d try to defend yeast-less bread with zucchini bread when Boston brown bread is right there!”

“I don’t see what that has to do with this,” Monika says, confused by Julchen’s outburst.

“Quickbread only became possible with the invention of chemical leavening!” Julchen argues, “The kind used for box cake mix. We still had cake before that though, don’t you remember?”

Monika frowns deeply, gears turning in her head as Julchen continues, “Cake batter before chemical leavening was aerated through whipping eggs by hand, or yeast! They used yeast to make cakes before baking powder or soda! Gugelhupf, Monika, come on!”

Monika flinches, embarrassed to have forgotten how different things were, and that her sister knows so much more about Monika’s hobby when Julchen doesn’t even like baking. Seeing this, Julchen rounds on Amelia, who has been standing there absorbing all of Julchen’s obscure knowledge of baking history like a sponge (cake). Amelia continues smiling, even as Julchen sneers at her.

“Zucchini bread,” Julchen shakes her head with disgust, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I like squash,” Amelia’s response is untroubled.

Julchen scoffs, but there’s not much else she can say to that, other than arguing whether or not squash is good, and that would be an even bigger waste of her time. Amelia’s smile widens as she sees Julchen deflate.

“You raise an interesting point though,” Amelia interjects as she turns away. She takes each of their baked goods: the freshly baked sauerkraut cake, the maple eggplant chocolate bread, the asparagus bread, and the original, the zucchini bread. She sets them out side by side on the counter and says, “This is a real ‘alligators are birds’ situation, ain’t it?”

Monika sighs, “I suppose. It feels more like convergent evolution to me though. Everything evolves into crabs eventually.”

Julchen’s face twists, “You spent all day on this?”

Amelia smiles like a shark, “Well, now that you’re here you obviously have to try all of our creations, Julia. This totally normal chocolate cake is fresh after all.”

Julchen is smart enough to be suspicious, “What did you do to the cake?”

“Asking ruins the surprise, but we didn’t put anything that’s not usually food in it!”

Julchen is also too proud not to eat the cake.

According to Julchen, the sauerkraut tastes like coconut.

#gerame #ameger #hws america #hws germany #hws nyo germany #hws nyo america

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breadandblankets · 6 months

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Ask game!! 🫶 💞

Top 5 foods and top 5 non dc characters!!! (yes i’m copying you bc i wanna see ur version)

yay! compare notes and such

Food

1) Flourless chocolate cake, the perfect passover dessert it is probably my favorite type of cake mostly cause it doesn't sit in the stomach, hence the no eggs

2) Reuben sammich, you start with the high note of rye bread (the best kind of sammich bread) and you finish strong with the bright notes from the sauerkraut and corned beef (or pastrami if u lean that way) it's a perfect sandwich and I love it so much

3) Saag paneer, I love fucking SO many indian dishes I would be here all week if I tried to list them all so i picked this one cause i like spinach, I grew up in an area with a pretty large Punjabi population so this is a classic comfort food

4) Matzo ball soup, lord this is such a jew-y list, it's a classic for a reason! it's the ultimate Jewish comfort food!! last time I made it was for a friend with covid who is no longer my friend ;-;

5) Falafel, this I added just cause I'm craving it ngl, I made my own recently and it was fuckin amazing, with hummus is just 😋😋 I'd say tzatziki as well but my gf would skin me (affectionate) (my beloved ur vendetta against the Greeks is adorable and I love u so much)

this got long I'm gonna Cut

Fav non DC characters:

1) He Xuan, I have to start out here they're still the home screen on my laptop, I love One Fish with a complex relationship with their bestie/enemy

2) Chuuya, he's a god, he's a bitch, he's in the mafia, what's not to love tbh, he's the deus ex machina of his canon and I want to see him beat the fuck out of dazai and do more dope shit forever

3) Deacon, he's funny, he's lying 25/8, he will just walk around naked, he's my favorite fo4 companion and he's just fun to be around, I wish streamers would stop shooting him ples and thank u

4) X6-88, unfortunately losing points because of shitty racist writing but! he's one of my favorite characters cause x6 and chuuya have a lot in common with the whole "built to be a weapon, learning to be a human" thing, there's so much potential for unlearning cult brainwashing and such and I just love him so much lmao

5) Mobei-jun, one of the characters that got me to open my trap and not shut up in fandom, he's a great character with a fun backstory and the Most Some Guy husband (who is actually god) I love his boobies and I love his dumb old man loving ass and sealbei-jun is probably the most fun ive ever had reading scientific papers for fandom

#ask games #sorry that took so long z i have cant shut up disease

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darehearts · 3 months

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

italicize what your muse likes. bold what they love. strike what they hate.

Taste :

Touch :

Scent :

Sound :

Sight :

tagged by : @danversiism & @respondedinkind ! ( ty ! ) tagging : @ithring, @ripcvnningham, @rvndrkhlme & YOU !

#| ★ DASH GAMES #| ★ HEADCANON #| ★ QUEUE #this took a lot longer than i expected but...#it was fun!

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angelparadox · 3 months

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FIVE SENSES HEADCANONS

italicize what your muse likes. bold what they love. strike what they hate.

taste

touch

smell

sound

sight

tagged by: no one, but stole from @neverscored

tagging: anyone who wants to do it idc

#( * i'm sure that your heart is in the right place // info. )#Kaz loves a lot more things than he dislikes or likes... lmao #he's a sunshine boy what can i say

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underthewingsofthblackeagle · 1 year

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Foto: Panorama Helsinki / Finland - Cathedral and Place of the Parliament (by tap5a)

“We only do this for Fergus!” is a short Outlander Fan Fiction story and my contribution to the Outlander Prompt Exchange (Prompt 3: Fake Relationship AU: Jamie Fraser wants to formally adopt his foster son Fergus, but his application will probably not be approved… unless he is married and/or in a committed relationship. Enter one Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp (Randall?) to this story) @outlanderpromptexchange

Chapter 19: Back to Potsdam

It was good that Jamie had sent Claire and Fergus to the Gadem right after the tour of the castle, because the influx of tourists had now increased. But Claire and Fergus had still managed to get a nice table for themselves and Jamie in time. They chose from the menu and only a little later their food was brought.

Front court of Wartburg Castle in Eisenach, Eisenach, Germany * Picture by Krzysztof Golik - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=81861557

Fergus got a small Thuringian dumpling with cress and sour creamed sauerkraut, Claire was delighted with smoked salmon with creamed horseradish and dill, and Jamie smelled with joy his venison stew in a clay pot with peppered mashed potatoes. Then another bowl of steaming potatoes was brought, which Claire and Fergus shared. After the meal there was for dessert warm chocolate cake with cream, vanilla ice cream and cherries. When the waitress asked the adults if they wanted coffee with their dessert, Jamie and Claire declined. All three were tired. The early departure from Potsdam and the many impressions the nearly three-hour tour of the castle had left on them had made them tired. Even Fergus, whose energy often knew no bounds, now seemed exhausted. Right after Jamie paid the bill, they headed back to the hotel. They all needed a break and some sleep now.

Roast rabbit filet, Thüringer Klöße, and red cabbage * Picture by Sebastian Wallroth, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=30471749 They did not meet again until 4:00 p.m. and once again visited the castle cafe. There they drank coffee (Jamie and Claire) and hot cocoa (Fergus) and enjoyed the different kinds of cake. They would have liked to visit the castle garden, but it was too late now. It had become dark and cold and Claire was glad that she had insisted when planning the trip that everyone take their winter jackets, scarves and hats with them. This made it possible to still take a short walk along the south wall of the castle. Then Jami sent Claire and Fergus back to the hotel, promising to follow shortly. When he was sure that Fergus could not see him anymore, he went to the museum store where he bought a number of souvenirs, CDs and books. Once at the hotel, Claire took Fergus to the Wartburg suite that Jamie had booked for himself and Fergus. Once there, they peeled out of their thick jackets. Then Claire made tea for herself and Fergus. Together they sat down on the sofa and watched a children's movie.

Wartburg Hotel * Picture by Von Kora27 - Eigenes Werk, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=93728877

Meanwhile, Jamie took his groceries to the garage and packed them in the trunk of his car. Then he too joined Claire and Fergus. As he entered the suite's living room, Claire motioned for him to be quiet. The children's movie wasn't over yet, but Fergus had dozed off from exhaustion. Jamie turned off the TV, then carefully carried the boy into the bedroom, laid him on the bed, and tucked him in. He left the nightlight on the other side of the bed on and just leaned the door to the living room. If Fergus woke up, he shouldn't be frightened, but should be able to find him and Claire right away. Back in the living room, Jamie went to the bar, picked up a bottle of whiskey, and looked questioningly at Claire, who nodded at him. He poured whiskey into two glasses, then motioned to Claire for them to sit in the two large armchairs in the bay window. Once there, Jamie handed Claire a glass of whiskey and sat down. When they had both taken a sip, Jamie said: "I think Fergus is quite ..." "Exhausted?" finished Claire his sentence. "Yes, perhaps it would be good if we cut the visit a little short. I would have liked to see the town with you, but we still have to drive back ..." "And it's back to school on Monday, too," Claire pointed out. "Right. What do you say we take another little walk around the castle grounds tomorrow and then head back home? We could have lunch on the way?" "I think that's the right idea. However, I expect Fergus will object."

Jamie smiled, then took another sip of whiskey and Claire did likewise. "I know, but I'll promise him that we'll make another trip here next year and then see the historic sites in the city." Jamie was silent for a moment, then added: "If that would suit you, Claire." Claire looked at him but said nothing. "Fergus will insist that you come along, and ... I'd be delighted, too." "You two ...," Claire said, adding, "Who can say 'no' to you?" She then took the last sip from her glass, then held it out to Fraser and said: "I'll get another whiskey for that, though!" Jamie grinned, then got up to get the whiskey bottle and fill the glasses again. Afterwards, they reviewed the day with Fergus. The boy woke up shortly after 7:00 p.m. and came into the living room, still slightly sleepy. "Well, did you have a good rest?" asked Jamie, spreading his arms, Fergus nodded, then let Jamie take him in his arms. The latter carried the boy to the sofa and sat down with him. Claire got up and took one of the wool blankets she had brought and wrapped Fergus in it.

"Well," Jamie then asked, "shall we go and choose something for dinner now?" "Oh yes," it shot out of Claire, who promptly put her hand over her mouth and looked guiltily at Jamie. "See, Claire's hungry, I'm hungry too, and you?" Fergus, who was slow to wake up, just nodded, then pressed himself closer to Jamie. Clearly he needed physical contact with his dad now.

View of the Wartburg from Vachaer Stein at Rennsteig * Picture by By Hfuss64 - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=82359983

They agreed that they would order the so-called "Wartburg Classic" twice for dinner. A variety of dishes were served in bowls with a selection of freshly baked bread: Roasted Thuringian ground pork, cured country ham, homemade tomato chili, small Thuringian bratwursts with horseradish mustard, organic cream cheese with cress and honey, small potato dumplings with parsley and sour cream sauerkraut, Eisenach aspic sausage salad with radishes, smoked Schkölen catfish with apple horseradish, and venison stew with root vegetables and rosemary crumble. In addition they ordered two bowls of field salad with goat cheese, orange fillets and walnuts, a bottle of white wine for the adults and apple spritzer for Fergus. The food arrived just before 8:00 pm. The waiters, who brought the food on serving carts, placed them in front of the sofa. Jamie pulled up a chair and sat across from Fergus and Claire, both of whom were looking quite enthusiastically at the large platters of food. "Bon appetit!" said Jamie, and then they began to eat.

Dinner * Picture: Pixabay While Fergus feasted on the bratwurst, Thuringian minced meat and some bread now and then, Claire reached for the salad, cream cheese and smoked catfish. Jamie watched her when he thought she wouldn't notice. A feeling of deep pleasure and inner satisfaction spread through his chest. He was pleased to see Claire so relaxed. Clearly she was enjoying both the meal and being with Fergus and him. Anyone who saw them like this would think they were a happy little family. The thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately forbade himself to think it any further. He didn't want to deal with questions now, which would only make him sad again. He wanted to enjoy the moment, the time together with the two people who meant the most to him. The two people, yes, the two people. Ninety minutes later, all three were "more than full" and Fergus was getting tired again. Together they put him to bed and before Fraser could even ask him to read to him, he was asleep. Together, Jamie and Claire put the dishes away and then moved the food carts to the aisle. The staff would take them back from there. Then Claire said goodbye. She too was tired, but she wanted to take the opportunity to have another bath. She had been delighted to discover the morning she had checked into her room that the “Luther room” Fraser had booked for her had a bathroom with a very nice bathtub. Just a few minutes after they said goodbye to each other, she ran water into the white tub, poured in one of the bath additives that were on a small shelf for guests to use. Then she undressed and immediately slipped into the warm water. She stayed in the tub for only 15 minutes, or sleep would have overtaken her. Dried off and dressed in her pajamas, she went to her room, slipped under the covers and was asleep shortly after.

Illuminated Wartburg by night * Picture bySchnufflsurfer - Eigenes Werk, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3557281

Just a few rooms away, James Fraser stood in the dark bay window of his suite, gazing through the window at the majestic view of the night-lit Wartburg. He took a deep breath. Then he brought the glass of whiskey to his lips and sipped it. Once again he went over the day in his mind. He had enjoyed doing these things with Fergus and Claire. He had enjoyed seeing the joy Fergus had in seeing the historical sites and artifacts and learning all about them. But he had also enjoyed seeing how much Claire enjoyed Fergus being so interested and exuberant. It had made him happy. That day had made him happy. Fergus and Claire had made him happy. If only things weren't so complicated. He almost cursed, but at the last moment he recollected himself. If Fergus woke up and came into the room ... There was no point in brooding about the future any longer. There was nothing he could do about it now. He had to let "things" come to him. But that was exactly what he hated. He hated not being able to be active, not being able to actively shape something. And when it came to Claire, he didn't dare either. What would happen if she felt pressured and quit? What if she stayed just for the money? Fraser turned and walked to the bar to set his glass down. There was just no point in replaying the thoughts over and over. He had to go to sleep. He needed his strength for the next day. When he got to the bedroom, a smile spread across his face. Fergus was lying in bed almost completely covered by the quilt. Only his mop of hair peeked out from under it - and the head of Rexi, a stuffed T-Rex that Claire had recently given him and that had since become his nightly companion and, of course, had to be taken to Wartburg. Quietly, he undressed and then slipped into bed. Shortly after 11:00 p.m., James Fraser fell asleep. He dreamed of Fergus and Rexi and .... Claire. At 4:30 he awoke to Fergus sleepwalking in front of his side of the bed. The boy searched the bathroom and after Jamie escorted him to the bathroom, he carried him back to bed, wrapped him in his comforter and marveled at how quickly the child fell back asleep. Carefully, he slid Rexi under Fergus' right arm. Then he lay down in bed and together they spent another 3 hours in “the Land of Smiles”. At 8:30 a.m. Claire picked up Jamie and Fergus for breakfast. In the dining room of the hotel, a beautifully laid table with fresh coffee, rolls, orange juice and many delicious side dishes was already waiting for them. They took plenty of time to eat breakfast and Jamie could once again see Fergus and Claire enjoying this time together.

Breakfast * Picture by Bild von Juri at Pixabay An hour and a half later, they made their way to Wartburg Castle once again. During the day, they could visit the grounds for free and Claire had asked that they take a look at the castle gardens before they left and this request had reconciled Fergus, who was not particularly pleased about their early departure, with his fate. Together they strolled once more through the outer castle and past the large cistern, then they came to the castle garden. While Claire looked around, Fergus was fascinated by the cannon standing there. They stayed for a while, enjoying the view of the surrounding mountains and valleys. Then they slowly made their way back to the hotel and half an hour later they were in the car. Two hours later they reached Halle, where they took a break and had lunch in an Italian restaurant. When they arrived back at their shared home in Potsdam at just after 4:00 p.m., they were first greeted by Mr. Curtius, who helped Jamie carry their travel bags into the house. Shortly after, they were also greeted by Mrs. Curtius, who had already set the table in the dining room with tea, sandwiches, cakes and pastries. After tea, Jamie allowed Fergus to play with his train set in the conservatory for a while. He himself sat down in the living room and went through the daily papers of the last few days.

Tea Time * Picture by Pexels at Pixabay Claire had taken her leave for her apartment. There she first opened the windows to let in some fresh air. Then she unpacked her travel bag and put away the laundry. When she had closed the windows again, she let herself fall on her sofa. She closed her eyes and immediately Wartburg, Fergus and Jamie were before her eyes again. When Jamie had pulled her close to him during the conversation with Mr. Klaußner, had he done that just to keep the narrative of their "engagement" going? Surely that was basically unnecessary in front of Mr. Klaußner. Besides, there was the danger that Fergus would see him and ask questions. She didn't know. What she did know was how much she had enjoyed her time with Jamie and Fergus. If only the situation weren't so complicated. What did Jamie have to think if she confessed to him what her feelings were toward him and Fergus? If she told him that she wanted nothing more than for them to become a family? Not because she wanted to help him adopt Fergus, but because she loved both of her "men"? Didn't he have to think she was doing all this for his money? Hadn't Matthieu mentioned that Jamie had had two relationships that didn't end so well? Matthieu! She had to find an opportunity to talk to him. Maybe then she would find a solution. Maybe then she would find a way to at least talk to Jamie about her feelings. When Claire opened her eyes again, she had made a decision. She would talk to Matthieu. Although she did not yet know when and how this would be possible, the mere fact that she had made this decision helped her to feel better. She would no longer passively accept this condition, suffer through it. She would do something and even if the outcome was not what she wanted. Anything was better than burying all' these feelings inside and feeling like she would eventually have to burst like a balloon that can't hold its air. The sun had long set by the time Claire made her decision and the small table light in front of her, gave only a limited glow. She got up to turn on the overhead light when her smartphone announced the arrival of an sms. Mrs. Curtius was calling them all to dinner. Claire went to freshen up a bit. She would go to dinner. Perhaps afterwards she would put Fergus to bed along with Jamie. She would have Monday and Tuesday off, that was the arrangement with Jamie. After that, everyday life would return and soon she would have to start preparing for Christmas.

#Outlander #Outlander Fan Fiction #Jamie Fraser #Fergus Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #We only do this for Fergus #Modern AU #Berlin #Potsdam #Thuringia #Germany #Wartburg

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witchyfashion · 1 year

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A decade-by-decade cookbook that highlights the best (and a few of the worst) baking recipes from the 20th century Friends of baking, are you sick and tired of making the same recipes again and again? Then look no further than this baking blast from the past, as B. Dylan Hollis highlights the most unique tasty treats of yesteryear. Travel back in time on a delicious decade-by-decade jaunt as Dylan shows you how to bake vintage forgotten greats. With a big pinch of fun and a full cup of humor, you’ll be baking everything from Chocolate Potato Cake from the 1910s to Avocado Pie from the 1960s. Dylan has baked hundreds of recipes from countless antique cookbooks and selected only the best for this bakebook, sharing the shining stars from each decade. And because some of the recipes Dylan shares on his wildly popular social media channels are spectacular failures, he’s thrown in a few of the most disastrously strange recipes for you to try if you dare. A few of Dylan’s favorites that are going to have you licking your lips and begging for more include: ● 1900s Cornflake Macaroons ● 1910s ANZAC Biscuits ● 1930s Peanut Butter Bread ● 1940s Chocolate Sauerkraut Cake ● 1950s Tomato Soup Cake ● 1970s Potato Chip Cookies Baking Yesteryear contains 101 expertly curated recipes that will take you on a delicious journey through the past. With a larger-than-life personality and comedic puns galore, baking with Dylan never gets old. We’ll leave that to the recipes.

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