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pinkykitten · 4 years

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The time in Summervale: 1

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), huxley (cook), ruthy (maid)

Words: 1,438

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?

Authors Note: this is something newwwwww. ive been wanting to do kinda my own thing for a while so this is not on any fandom this is a story i will be updating with chapters about my characters but in a x reader way if that makes sense so its still gonna use you and such just this is my own story. i got inspiration off of this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles, granted i dont know the character or the fandom i just read it cuz another blog reblogged it yet i rlly enjoyed it even tho it is smut and im not usually a smut reader just kinda skip that or whatever either way it was extremely well written and gave me such inspiration like wowowowowow. so i made this piece inspired by that and i hope you guys like it. this is just kinda an opening to the whole thing and to kinda see how it works out so there is not any romance in this but trust me there will be but like i said i want to see how this goes if yall like if u do pls tell me tell me what u think ur thoughts everything i worked rlly hard on this so pls share like reblog do what you gotta do it would me a lot to me. thnx guys <3

“Maybe this piece goes here,” you mumbled to yourself. An action you always did but it was something your mother hated. Sitting atop your bed you concentrated your efforts in inventing a mixer that did its job on its own. Call it a hobby or a dream but inventing was your world. You loved the satisfaction of creating something with your own two hands especially if it helped people. Unfortunately, your parents the Prince and Princess of Summervale did not approve. They called it very unladylike. Your mother, Athela, would scold you about getting messy and dirty and then throw you in the tub like a little child. Your father, Edward, was always forcing you to learn how to seam. His mother used to do it and he wanted to pass it down to you. Those things didn’t excite you, didn’t make you complete. Inventing was something you loved and was always thinking about. As you would look at an apple tree during your morning stroll you would wonder about what inventions would be good for peeling apples whilst your parents bored you with duties as a Duchess.

“Almost done,” you screwed on the last screw to your creation. You had dirt under your nails and they were short and barely ever polished, only for special occasions. Your hair was almost every time how it was meant to be. None of those gels, ties, bows, again only for special occasions. Your mother, Athela, would buy you all these face creams, soaps, masks, but you were content with your scars and bumps, naming them every so often after royals, saying your “face was a castle and there should definitely be Queens and Kings roaming on it.” You were odd and different to others but to yourself you were this boring, normal, royal girl that everyone hated because you were granted everything you could ever want. Life was not that simple though. Sometimes when you have everything handed to you - all the money in the world - it still doesn’t fill up that hollow feeling inside or take away the sadness. It was something to help people cope but it was never the antidote.

“Alright...finished. What do you think Karim?” You hastily got out of bed and sat on the floor presenting your mixer to your pug. One very lovely vacation you took with your family you had learn a bit of Arabic. It was a beautiful language and you had made many friends there. You named your dog Karim meaning generous. Karim was generous, he was the only one who would look at your inventions. “Do you think it will work?” You gave a toothy grin, excited.

Karim grunted as he licked his nose, panting.

“I knew you would like it,” patting his head you jump up ready to show not just your parents but also the cooks. You had a very good feeling about this one. Every time you made an invention you had hope that maybe your parents would change their minds about your future but every occurrence was the same.

“Mother, father! Come look!” You yelled as you sprinted down the stairs not caring if your nightgown would get dirty sweeping across the floors of the castle. “Come quick!”

“What in the heavens is the matter my dear child?” Edward, your father, grumbled seeing you in such a hurry.

“See, father, in the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen?”

You passed by your mother, she tried to catch you but you slipped from her grip. “Young Lady why are you not dressed and groomed properly? You look like a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter, mother in this moment time is of the essence!” You arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a blue glass bowl, plopping it with a loud clank on the counter top.

“What are you doing y/n?” The cook asked. “You almost broke me bowl!” He was a plump older man, very short. His hair was salt and pepper and his face was as white as flour yet his cheeks were always red.

“Forgive me Huxley I just need to know. Need to see and dive deep into the unknown.” You opened up a recipe card that Huxley wrote down for your favorite cake. Vanilla cake, you were a simple girl. “Alright I need eggs and flour and oh yes milk! Almost forgot about the milk!” You were talking to yourself again as you ran around the kitchen like a mad woman.

“Is this another one of your inventions?” Huxley crossed his arms knowing about your obsession.

“Yes but my dear good old Huxley-”

“Old?” He lifted his brow.

“No time to explain, I have a tingling within me. This one is going to be it, I know it. Mother and father will finally see and believe in me.” You poured all the ingredients in the bowl. Your parents walked in, perplexed.

“Hello everyone. Today I show you something I have been working on the for the past week. I am very proud of myself but any who let me show you my newest invention-”

“Oh here we go again?” Athela rolled her eyes.

“The mixer!” You lifted it high in the air. “This mixer will not only mix greatly and fine it will mix to your acquired speed. Please watch.” You pulled the lever three times and then pushed the big button. The mixer turned on automatically with it squeaking from the gears. “As you can see the mixer is mixing all the ingredients together. No more of the hassle of blistered hands or tired arms, this does it for you! You can even look away and do other chores in the midst.” You turned around and your creation you thought so high about was creating smoke and making an odd sound.

“Um y/n,” Edward said, “is it supposed to do that?”

“Huh,” you turned to it again and all of a sudden the mixer started to go faster in speed. “Oh no.” The mixer then flew high in the air and starting to spin around like a mini airplane.

“Get down!” Huxley shouted and everyone in the room screamed in fear or bent down hiding under tables and items.

“Its alright everyone! Just a little mistake!” You climbed onto the tables trying to fetch the item. “Blasted thing.” You jumped onto the counter and caught it making it stop. Until it started to mix again and it caught a piece of your hair. You screamed loud and tried running away but hit the bowl of cake mix making it hurl in the air on top of your head making you slip from the batter onto your back. The mixer finally stopped. You groaned knowing you were about to hear it from your parents.

Athela stood up with a scowl on her face. “To your room. Now!”

You sat at your vanity disappointed with yourself. You had worked so hard on the mixer and had embarrassed yourself. Athela was standing next to you, glaring. Karim was laying in his bed munching on a treat and your maid Ruthy tended to your hair.

“I cannot believe you chose to do this on a day like today. Of all days!” Your mother was furious. Her gloved hands were held into fists. “You were supposed to be ready!”

“I know. I’m sorry mother.” In the end you always apologized even though you really hadn’t meant it. You hated when your mother was right especially about inventing. You always wanted to prove her wrong but it ended in outright disappointment.

“Look at this hair now.” Athela lifted the piece of hair that was wrapped around the mixer. “Can you save it Ruthy?”

Ruthy bit her lip as she heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry your Royal Highness it is very tangled I must cut it off.”

“Oh my! Are you sure?”

Ruthy nodded.

“Today of all days,” Athela repeated herself. “How will your future husband think of you now?”

“What?” You asked and then all was heard was a snip as Ruthy cut that one lock of hair.

“Make sure you take that disgusting batter out of her hair.” Athela pointed to your scalp.

“Mother what are you talking about?” You stood up throwing your precious now broken mixer onto your desk.

“My dear didn’t you not fall just mere minutes ago in that vanilla goop?”

“Thats not what I meant and you know it. I am asking about what you said about a future husband. What did you mean by that?”

Athela rubbed your shoulders up and down and broke into a huge smile. “My dear you are getting married!”

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flapperfromthefuture · 6 years

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It’s been a year since I took my first-ever baking class at our local world-famous food emporium, and since then I’ve slowly but surely expanded my doughy horizons.

I made my own challah during the holidays at my parents’ house, with fancy chocolate chips and dried cranberries mixed in.

My entire family acted like there was an astronaut in the kitchen. At one point, my dad wandered in and yelled “She’s kneading! Just like on TV! Someone take a picture!”

Then my sister asked, “What would happen if you ate yeast? Would it bubble up in your stomach?” I said I had no idea. She said, “If you give me fifty bucks I’ll eat some yeast.”

My first attempt was decent, but my second was overproofed and I had to start over, and my ambitious plan of baking a dozen challahs to give as gifts to all our friends had to be scaled down to “Here’s two loaves for everyone to split,” but the results got good reviews.

Over the spring, I got into baking this Tunisian Orange and Olive Oil cake, from a recipe by the aforementioned food emporium, and I made so many of them that I experimented with swapping out the oranges for lemons (look out Bake-Off).

My summer bakes were even more ambitious. Stella’s mom gave me a German checkerboard cake pan from the ’70s (it was made in West Germany!). Fortunately, Stella speaks German, so she translated the directions and stopped me from putting it in the dishwasher. I baked three-layer checkerboard cakes in honor of the World Cup and the Fourth of July.

I made a red velvet/yellow cake combo for the Brazil/Mexico game with homemade green frosting to give each country’s flag colors equal representation.

Then Stella and my sister decorated it and let’s just say they will not be assisting me with my Bake-Off audition.

On Saturday, Stella joined me for my latest baking class: “Noodling about Strudeling.”

The description for the class really reached for the stars: “Remember when you were little and the gym teacher pulled out a compact plastic bundle and magically unfurled it into a huge parachute that the whole class could fit under?”

Stella and I said “HELL YES!” because we went to hippie school, where every day was parachute day.

“Well, you’ll have that experience all over again when we take a grapefruit size piece of strudel dough and stretch it out to cover a 24 square foot table! It’s just about the most fun you can have making food!”

Seriously, this food emporium has some good copywriters.

We were super pumped. Stella’s mom is from Germany, and she’s taught Stella all their family recipes, but they’ve never attempted strudel. Stella’s Oma back in Germany, a certified badass who is still going strong at 97, has never made strudel either. Strudel is really, really hard.

My hero and yours, Mary Berry, even says so—strudel is the only dough she buys rather than makes on her own. In fact, when the contestants made strudel on Bake-Off, one guy nearly sliced his finger off on the kitchen mixer and had to leave the competition to go to the hospital. Strudel is not playing around.

We entered the baking class to the sound of Cher’s “Believe.”

“I’m loving this already,” said Stella.

“Strudel” means “vortex” because you can stuff anything in there. Fruit, vegetables, meats, as long as you’ve got the time and space to stretch out dough to lengths that no other dough can go.

Someone asked if strudel can be made gluten free, and the instructor tried not to laugh.

“No, that would be impossible,” she said, for very sound scientific reasons. To get paper-thin strudel dough, you need gluten—and lots of it—because gluten is what gives dough the ability to stretch in the first place.

“Challenge accepted,” whispered Stella.

Strudel dough is so precise that we were told that if we poured just a smidgen too much of water, we would have to start over.

“You will know if it’s not exact,” said our instructor. “The dough will tell you so.”

She also told us to add in the eggs one at a time instead of cracking both at once.

“Uh-oh, you added the eggs together,” said Stella. “Oh no, I did too!”

“We’ve been here five minutes and we’ve already messed up the eggs!” I said.

“I didn’t even realize I was copying you,” she said. “Just like piano lessons.”

This is our relationship in a nutshell.

In order to develop the gluten and get it to the point that it can stretch from a ball of dough to this . . and then this . . . you have to smack it around.

Our instructor demonstrated a technique called “The Beaver Slap” and I will be happy to invest in the first lesbian bar that copyrights that name.

The Beaver Slap is basically a yo-yo toss combined with a flyswatter whack only with dough that can easily fly out of your hand and into someone else’s head.

On Bake-Off, someone’s dough took actual flight across the room before a magnificent crash landing, resulting in the immortal line, “I can’t serve Mary Berry green carpet!”

“Don’t forget to duck,” said our instructor.

We were advised to take off our watches and rings. Stella and I were nervous, but we cheered each other on. You don’t survive twenty-two piano recitals together without some coping skills.

“Good connect on that one!” I said as Stella’s dough thunked against the table. We were told to do fifty Beaver Slaps in a row! “You’ve got this!”

Strudel! It’s not for the faint of heart!

So as with my brioche class, the dough we made in class was for taking home and baking later, with one of the many recipes we were so kindly provided. For the strudels we were making in class, dough had already been prepared by the pros, and we would work in teams to make that super-dough into FOUR individual strudels—two savory, two sweet. All we had to do was stretch the dough over our tables, then fill, roll, and bake.

On Bake-Off (this was my favorite episode!), someone said that strudel dough should be so thin that you’re only good to go once you can read a newspaper through the dough. But you can’t tear it! If you tear it, you can make a bandage out of your extra dough. And there is a lot of extra dough. Our instructor said extra strudel dough was ideal for making noodles.

“Ooh, we should take a noodle-making class,” said Stella. “Oh my god, I forgot about my thumb ring!”

“You’re still wearing your thumb ring?” I said.

“It could’ve flown off during the Beaver Slap!”

It was time to stretch. Our giant ball of dough needed a lot of work to make it paper-thin. We had to walk our fingers underneath the dough and manually pull it apart without tearing it or jabbing through with our nails.

It took some time and we had to patch a couple of holes, but we did it. Our dough was so stretched out that we used pizza cutter to trim the edges—and we had enough left for an entire new strudel. Stella wrapped it up to take home.

We brushed the entirety of the dough with melted butter, then we lined up our savory fillings at one end of the dough—asparagus and Parmesan cheese. We were just about to brush the asparagus with even more butter and then roll it up when the instructor gently pointed out that we had forgotten to lay down the base of bread crumbs.

Bread crumbs absorb the extra moisture that’s expelled by the fillings when they bake. On Bake-Off (I watched it live and then watched it again right away!), several people had “strudel hemorrhages” because their fillings started leaking in the oven and burst out of the pastry, Alien-style.

And then there was the guy who put on a latex glove because he’d cut his finger and then before he knew it the entire glove had filled with blood and oh my god it was such a ride.

“How could we forget the bread crumbs?!” we said, scrambling to toss bread crumbs over the entire length of the dough like we were trying to feed a colony of starving ducks.

We spread our sweet fillings—apricot preserves and farm cheese—without any issues. With fruit fillings, you want to be careful and put in only preserves or pie fillings that won’t release too much liquid in the oven, or use fruits that hold less water, like apples.

People on Bake-Off made the mistake of using other fruits like strawberries and the end result looked like a strudel massacre.

Next came rolling the strudel, which requires coordinating both the cloth and the dough at an increasing speed and without losing any of your fillings in the process.

“You just have to commit to it,” said the instructor.

Stella told herself, “Don’t panic!”

“That’s our story right there,” I said.

“That’ll be on the gravestones!” she said, and then she rolled that strudel like a champ.

“See? You were born to strudel!” I said. “It’s in your blood!”

“And I didn’t lose my thumb ring!”

We sent off our strudels to bake, and enjoyed slices of the demo strudels fresh out of the oven. Stella ate my asparagus slice. “I know you don’t like asparagus,” she said.

She’s been helping herself to food I don’t like since preschool. It’s such a relief.

“You know, we did cooking classes together in kindergarten,” she said. “Even though we’re adults, we’re just building on the same skills. And we still can’t follow directions.”

We clinked forks to our success.

“The gluten break starts tomorrow,” she sighed.

“We still have to bake our other dough,” I said.

“The gluten break starts Monday.”

I made apple strudel at my parent’s house to take full advantage of their kitchen island. When I said I’d stretch my dough to cover the entire thing, my dad thought I was kidding. My mom filmed me on her phone with the intensity of someone documenting the moon landing. And my sister immediately requested multiple strudels for the holidays.

Challenge accepted.

Dough IV: Strudel! It's been a year since I took my first-ever baking class at our local world-famous food emporium, and since then I've slowly but surely expanded my doughy horizons.

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ssho25 · 6 years

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Accidentally in Love

I believe I am allowed to post this now so this is a gift for @katawosu. This is inspired by my headcanon/au that if Suga was a doctor, Daichi would use Asahi as a crash dummy instead of injuring himself to get into the hospital. I hope you like it! (Also available on AO3).

On a cool, summer night, the kitchen lights in The Crow’s Nest café were on even though it had already closed for the day. In said kitchen, three men hovered around an orange cake, all of them in deep thought.

“Hmm…”

“It’s…kind of there?” Kuroo said.

“…But also missing something,” Oikawa finished.

Daichi scratched his head. “Yeah, but what?”

“Maybe it could use a little more sugar?” Oikawa suggested.

“Wouldn’t that make it overly sweet?”

What if you used buckwheat flour to change the texture?” Kuroo chimed in.

“Maybe, but then I’d need to make a lot of adjustments to balance the taste.”

“How about you make it a tart instead of a cake?”

“I already made a new tart the last time.”

“Why not use apples?” Kuroo asked.

“You think everything needs apples,” Daichi accused.

“What’s wrong with apples?”

“We’re making new items for the store. Not something you can bring back to Kozume.”

“Hey! No fair! If Kuroo gets to bring pastries to Kenma, why can’t I bring some home to Iwa-chan?” Oikawa whined.

“That’s just your excuse to get free pastries.”

“I work here. I already get free pastries.”

“You won’t anymore if you don’t help me.”

“I am helping! I’m giving you suggestions, aren’t I?”

Daichi sighed as he buried his face into his hands. Clearly, they weren’t about to make progress any time soon. He, Kuroo and Oikawa had been working on a new baked treat since Monday last week for the café; however, nothing seemed right. He had even closed the café early today to give them some more time to test recipes, but to no avail. He didn’t want to say it, but he may have hit a slump.

“And why do you need a new dessert anyway?” Oikawa continued as he folded his arms, “What’s wrong with the ones we already have?”

“Because it gets tiring seeing the same stuff over and over again. It’s nice to mix things up a little.”

“You’ve been ‘mixing things up’ since we opened two years ago! It won’t kill you to slow down.”

“Oikawa’s got a point,” Kuroo agreed.

“And what happens if I slow down and never pick back up?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Sawamura. It’s just a lack of inspiration. Give it time, and something will eventually come to you.”

“And when it doesn’t come?”

“We can deal with that when we get there.” Kuroo gave Daichi a firm pat on the back. “Let’s just go home and call it a day. We can come back tomorrow. New day, fresh start.”

“That’s what you said yesterday. And the day before that. Pretty much since I started on this new dessert.”

“And one of these days, that fresh start will come in handy and you’re going to thank me for it.”

“…Alright, fine.” Daichi reluctantly sighed in defeat. “Start cleaning up, I’ll just be in the washroom.”

“You got it boss,” Oikawa saluted, Kuroo copying him.

Once Daichi locked the staff bathroom door behind him, he gripped onto the rim of the sink and sighed again, his head hung low. Ever since he had started the café, he had never taken so long to create a new dessert. Last time he struggled this hard was back in culinary school when he couldn’t decide on majoring in Japanese cuisine or becoming a pastry chef.

Making a new recipe every few months was a great idea when he first opened the café. It gave people something to talk about and helped spread the word. Only problem was it was too effective and now people were waiting for his new desserts. The constant asking of, ‘When is the new dessert coming out?’ and encouraging, ‘I’m looking forward to the next one!’ put pressure on Daichi he didn’t anticipate. More than maintaining the popularity of the café, he just didn’t want to disappoint anyone.

Daichi looked in the mirror and noticed the bags under his eyes were getting worse. The more he stayed late working on his new creation, the more stressed he became. The more stressed he was, the harder it was to fall asleep and he’d stay up jotting down notes for new ideas to test when he went back to the café. It was a vicious cycle and definite signs were starting to show. No wonder Kuroo was so adamant he turn in for the night. He turned the knob for cold water on the sink and splashed some onto his face to help wash away at least a little of the tiredness. The last thing he needed was to fall asleep on his way home.

As Daichi approached the kitchen, he saw Kuroo washing the dishes but Oikawa was nowhere to be found.

“Hey Kuroo,” Daichi called out. “Where’s Oikawa?”

Daichi never got a reply. All he could remember was a sudden, sharp pain coming from his head before he blacked out.

Daichi slowly opened his eyes only to be assaulted by the blinding lights hovering above him. He narrowed his eyes and blinked a few times to help adjust to the new found brightness. Once his eyes were used to the lighting, he scanned the area, trying to get a better idea of his surroundings. His head was still a bit groggy, but there was at least one thing he was certain: he was not in the café.

Daichi was lying in an uncomfortable bed, next to a large window that spread from one wall to the other. The pitch black of night from the window made a stark contrast to the white walls and ceiling of the room. A light pink curtain was drawn out, effectively cutting off any visibility of the rest of the room, but it didn’t block out the IV bag peeking out from the top. Recalling the numerous sports injuries from high school, he figured he must be in the hospital.

Suddenly, the curtain was shoved to the side to reveal a concerned Oikawa and Kuroo. The rustling noises he made must’ve alerted them to his awakening. “Sawamura!” Kuroo exclaimed.

“Sawamura, are you okay?” Oikawa asked.

“Wh…what happened? Ah!” Daichi flinched as a sharp pain emanated from his forehead. He reached up to find a bandage was wrapped around his head. “Why does my head hurt?”

“Well, when you left to use the washroom, Oikawa was putting away the flour in the pantry,” Kuroo explained. “You came back at the same time Oikawa opened the pantry door and it knocked you out cold.”

“I swear it was an accident!”

Daichi gingerly touched his forehead, feeling a slight bump on the right side. That definitely wasn’t going away any time soon. “How long was I out for?”

Kuroo pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and turned on the screen. “Almost 11. So…about a half an hour?”

Daichi groaned as he tried to sit up, but the suddenly movement increased the throbbing in his forehead.

“Easy there,” Oikawa said. “Here, let me help.” He reached for the remote next to the bed and pushed a button. The upper half of the bed began to raise up until Daichi was siting in an upright position.

“Thanks…so, how much longer do I have to stay here?”

“Probably not that long. The nurse who spoke with us in the waiting room said it was nothing serious.”

“We should probably tell her you’re awake now so she can call the doctor.”

“Hello?” A gentle knocking on the door accompanied the soft voice. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

When Daichi saw who the voice belonged to, he froze. His light grey hair and soft brown eyes matched the gentleness of his smile. There was an air of playfulness to this man that countered the clear mature allure he gave off. His fair skin and slender build made the impression that he was delicate, fragile even, but there were definitely signs of muscles and a toned body if the taut dress shirt and visible forearms were anything to go by. Daichi had never thought to use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe a man before, but right now ‘beautiful’ was the only word that fit.

“Hello there, I’m glad to see your awake,” the man said. Daichi was so entranced, he didn’t even notice that the man had walked across the room.

“Uh…”

“I’m Sugawara Koushi, the new doctor here.”

“…”

“Shimizu let me know you should be awake soon, so I thought I’d just drop by and check up on you before I let you go.”

“…”

Sugawara’s face filled with concern. “Sawamura-san? Are you feeling alright?”

“Sawamura,” Kuroo whispered as he nudged Daichi.

Daichi shook out the spell Sugawara put on him. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah! I-I-I’m good!”

“Are you sure?”

Daichi—not trusting his words—nodded his head, but the quick and rapid movement made his head throb. “Ow…” He brought his hand up to the bump again.

“Hmm…maybe you should stay here for the night just to be sure.”

“Oh, he’d love to,” Oikawa interjected.

“No!” Daichi shouted. He cleared his throat before continuing in his normal tone. “I mean, no. It’s fine. Please, I need to be on my way.”

“Ok then,” Sugawara-sensei began as he sat down to be eye level with Daichi, “You feel alright? No dizziness or double vision?”

“No.”

“Nausea?”

“No.”

“Please state your name, and occupation.”

“Sawamura Daichi. I’m a pastry chef and café manager at The Crow’s Nest.”

Sugawara-sensei pulled out a small flashlight from his coat pocket. He shined the light at Daichi’s eyes and quickly turned it off as he turned it on. “I’m going to move this flashlight around and I want you to follow it with your eyes, but don’t move your head. Okay?”

Daichi gently nodded and Sugawara-sensei proceeded to slowly move the flashlight around, all the while continuing to ask simple questions to which Daichi provided answers. Daichi was amazed at his concentration when there was a literal angel in front of him.

“Okay, we’re all done. You should be all set. Just try to take it easy for now.”

“Thank you very much sensei. I will.”

“Just remember: if you ever need help, you know where to find me.” Sugawara flashed another blinding smile that was turning Daichi to mush.

Daichi just prayed that his legs didn’t give out on him as Sugawara waved goodbye from the hospital front doors.

“…chi...Daichi…DAICHI!”

“Huh?”

“I think you have enough flour now,” Asahi said as he gestured towards Daichi’s chest.

Daichi looked down and was welcomed to a nearly overflowing bowl and rushed to turn the bag up right. He inwardly cursed at himself for being so careless.

“You okay Daichi? This is the third time you’ve spaced out today.”

“I’m fine Asahi. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“You sure? I mean, you did say you went to the hospital last night. Maybe it’s more serious than you think.”

“Asahi, I—”

“What if you have a concussion? What if you’ve lost your memories and you’re just pretending that everything’s fine? What if—”

“Asahi! Calm down. I’m fine, okay? You’re just overreacting.”

“Yeah, he’s just malfunctioning because the hot doctor from yesterday gave him a boner,” Oikawa said as he passed by.

“Wha…bu…I…,” Daichi babbled incoherently.

“Aw, Daichi-kun has a crush,” Kuroo teased.

“I don’t have a crush!”

“Oh please, you were straight up swooning,” Oikawa chimed in as he passed by again.

“I wasn’t swooning.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say lover boy.” Kuroo winked before walking away, snickering to himself.

Daichi tried to shrink and hide the colouring in his face as he flushed red in both embarrassment and anger.

“Wow, he sure left a lasting impression on you.”

“Asahi, please don’t.”

“But maybe it’s a good thing.”

Daichi raised an eyebrow. “You just told me I’ve been spacing out all day like 5 seconds ago.”

“Yeah, but I meant a good thing for you. We all know how stressed you’ve been. It’d be nice for you to just relax a little.”

“Yeah well, that’s not going to happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know anything about him and have no way of contacting him. The end. Fairy tale over. Now please, can you get back to work?”

Asahi had no problems resuming from where he left off, but Daichi’s mind was still a mess. It was a miracle he even made it through the morning without any major accidents, although the people would think otherwise if they had a look at his kitchen. He was thankful the café had quieted down, giving him time to clean up the mess of broken eggs, spattered batter and other various foods on the walls and floor.

Oikawa heaved a heavy sigh and snatched Daichi’s wrist, dragging Daichi along with him.

“Ow! Hey, let go!” Daichi tried to fight back, but Oikawa’s grip was a lot stronger than he anticipated.

Oikawa finally let go long enough to shove Daichi into the pantry and close the door behind him. “Okay… normally, I’d poke fun at you for as long as I can with Kuroo, but you’re love struck attitude is making it really hard to get anything done.”

“I’m not…! I wasn’t…! You’re just…!” Daichi scrambled for words, but eventually sighed in defeat. “I know.”

“So? What are you going to do about it?”

“I just…I don’t know.” Daichi ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I want to see him again.”

“But you don’t know anything about him except that he’s a doctor and he works at the hospital.”

“Hey, not everyone has the luxury of falling in love with their childhood friend.”

“Don’t blame my successful love life for your lack of one.”

“…I was actually talking about Kuroo, but congrats man. You finally wore down Iwaizumi?”

“Oh, thank you. It took 8 long years but yeah, I finally—hey wait! Don’t change the subject!”

“What? I can’t be happy for my friend?”

“You can, but deal with your own problems first.”

“So what do you want me to do? Waltz into the ER with a bouquet of roses?”

“Yes, that’s perfect…if your goal is to let him know how lonely and desperate you are.”

“You just told me to fix the problem!”

“Yeah, but you don’t just charge in with the last resort move! Do you want to scare him away?”

“Is that how you got Iwaizumi?”

“Maybe…but you can’t just walk into a hospital for no legitimate reason. It’s a freaking hospital, they kind of have more important things to do.”

“People are allowed to visit hospitals, right?” Daichi asked optimistically.

“Not to flirt with the staff!”

“That just means I need to create the opportunity.”

“And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s not like you can just give yourself a black eye to get into the hospital.”

“…”

“…Are you kidding me right now?”

“What?”

“Did you honestly just consider giving yourself a black eye?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“But you were thinking it!”

“…Do you think it would work?”

“Ignoring the fact of how stupid that is, it’s a hospital! People go there when they have serious injuries or are really sick. Not when they’re horny.”

“I’m not horny.”

“Yeah. You also didn’t just think about giving yourself a black eye because you want to flirt with a doctor.”

“Sawamura! Oikawa! Get out here, we need help!” Kuroo yelled.

“We’ll be right there!” Oikawa shouted back over his shoulder. “This conversation isn’t over,” He whispered.

“Yeah, yeah,” Daichi replied as he followed Oikawa towards the door. “It doesn’t have to be me you know.”

“For what?”

“The injuries. What if you accidentally open the pantry door on me again?”

“Oh please. I’m not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice,” Oikawa retorted as he shoved the pantry door open, only to feel resistance and hear a ‘thud’ that followed. Daichi turned to Oikawa who had his eyes squeezed shut, praying for what he thought happened didn’t actually happen. But no such luck. When Oikawa gently pushed the pantry door open, he and Daichi were welcomed to Asahi lying unconscious on the floor and a worried Kuroo hovering over him.

“…This proves nothing.”

“There,” the nurse stated as she finished up wrapping the bandage around Asahi’s head.

“Thank you, uh…”

“Shimizu,” said the nurse.

“Thank you, Shimizu-san,” Daichi repeated.

“It’s no problem at all, I’m just doing my job,” Shimizu replied. “However, it would be best if you and your employees were more careful in the future.”

“R-right…,” Daichi answered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

“I will go inform Sugawara-sensei of Azumane-san’s condition. Please wait here in the meantime.” Shimizu gave a small, polite bow before exiting the room, leaving Daichi alone to his thoughts.

Calling Daichi nervous was a light way of putting things. His eyes wandered around the room, his leg kept shaking, he drummed his fingers on his thighs. All to ignore the racing of his heart. He did want to see Sugawara again, but this was too sudden and he wasn’t ready at all. Maybe he’d be lucky and Shimizu-san would call in a different doctor.

“Hello again. I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.” Daichi turned to see Sugawara standing in the doorway. He couldn’t tell if was extremely lucky, or incredibly unlucky. “I’m mean it’s nice to see you again, really it is. But as a doctor, seeing patients returning to the hospital isn’t something generally celebrated.”

“Though I appreciate your concern, it’s my friend over here that needs help,” Daichi answered as he gestured to an unconscious Asahi.

“Yes, Shimizu did mention that. So, how do two people suffer the same accident back to back? Please do tell.” That little amused smirk on the end of Sugawara’s sentence was a clear hint that Daichi was getting teased. The worst part was that he was fully aware of it and yet his heart still fluttered.

“While I could poke fun at Asahi to make you laugh, let’s just say Oikawa has some crazy upper body strength and leave it at that.”

“Well,” Sugawara chuckled, “Looks like that was just as effective.”

“At least I did something right in the past 12 hours.”

“Give yourself some credit. You weren’t the cause of either accident.”

“But I did hire Oikawa.”

“Oh…well that one’s on you.” Even Daichi had to laugh at that.

Daichi found himself staring at Sugawara, but took it as a good sign when Sugawara stared right back. He used this chance to really look at Sugawara’s face. Though Daichi’s eyes were brown and similar to Sugawara’s, it felt like Sugawara’s eyes had a certain brightness to them, the kind that made Daichi feel warm on the inside. He also noticed the small mole by Sugawara’s eye. It was just a dot, and yet Daichi couldn’t help but think it added to the beauty that was Sugawara Koushi. He couldn’t believe he was so infatuated with a person he barely knew and had just met. It scared and excited him all the same.

“Ugh…”

Daichi and Sugawara flick their heads over to Asahi who finally awoke from his state of unconsciousness. “Looks like I need to get back to work,” Sugawara said as he stood up and approached the bed.

Daichi knew the well-being of his friend should’ve been his number one concern right now, but the ‘freshly-showered’ scent Sugawara-sensei gave off as he walked by was more distracting than Daichi thought it would be.

Damn it…he was swooning.

Daichi didn’t know what was worse: the fact that he was actually contemplating injuring himself on purpose, or how he had spent the last hour seriously thinking of ways he could do it.

Daichi had arrived at the café early that day, fully intending to do some housekeeping before opening. Somewhere along the way, he found himself sitting on a stool in deep thought, hands folded and brows furrowed at the pantry door that started all of this, wondering if it was believable to see the same accident three times in a row.

Daichi’s staring contest was interrupted when he heard the opening of the back door and two familiar faces appear in the kitchen.

“Good morning Daichi-san!” Hinata cheerfully greeted. Asahi who was behind him opted for a modest smile and small wave hello instead.

Daichi nodded at the two and looked over at the clock only to realize it was 10 minutes to opening, meaning he had spent the past 20 minutes glaring at a door. So much for coming to work early. He sighed and began rolling up his sleeves, but stopped when he saw Asahi clock in.

“You’re not actually thinking of working are you? You were just in the hospital.”

“And?”

“Asahi, you don’t have to come to work. You should take some time to rest.”

“The same thing happened to you and you still came to work.”

“It’s my café, of course I’m going to come.”

“Daichi, I’m fine. I’ve already been away for 2 days. I’m starting to get anxious from doing nothing. Besides, it looks like you didn’t get the cleaning done, so you’re going to need some help today.” The conversation was stopped short when the two of them heard the bell of the front door ringing. “Welcome!” Asahi said as he waved to the customer and ushered them to an open seat.

“Wai-Asahi!” Daichi called out, but it was already too late. He just shook his head and reached for the coffee beans to start grinding them.

“Morning,” Kuroo called out.

“Morning.”

“Woah, I thought you were going to clean when you got here,” Kuroo said looking at the ground. Daichi followed his gaze and saw the tracks of shoeprints all around the kitchen floor. If the floor out in the café was this bad, then boy was he glad he chose dark flooring panels.

“I was a little…preoccupied.”

“You want me to do it?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll find some time to do it later. Just get ready, people are already coming in.”

“You’re the boss,” Kuroo replied before heading to the staff locker room to change into his uniform.

“Daichi-san!” Hinata called out.

“I know, I know. The floor’s dirty, I got it okay?” Daichi snapped.

Hinata jumped back, a little startled by his outburst. “Oh, no. I was just wondering what you’d like me to do.”

“…Oh. Right, sorry. I’m just a little jumbled up right now. I need to make coffee, I need to make more cakes, I need to clean the…actually Hinata, could you do a little mopping for me?”

Hinata looked confused. “But I thought you said—”

“Hinata…,” Daichi’s ominous voice interjected as he placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, “Are you arguing with me?”

“N-n-n-n-n-no sir! Right away sir!” Hinata saluted and dashed off to get the mop and bucket.

As Daichi watched Hinata go, he made a silent prayer in his head. Asahi, I’m sorry.

In the hospital room, Daichi stared at Asahi’s bandaged foot as they waited for a doctor. Hinata had left the floors too wet when he was mopping and as a result, Asahi had slipped and fallen.

“Does it hurt?” Daichi asked.

“A little, but the ice is helping.”

“Hinata feels really bad about it. Kuroo says he won’t stop apologizing and praying that you don’t die.”

“Well, he is known for overexaggerating,” Asahi chuckled. “It’s just weird, you know? I thought we told him not to mop anymore because he always leaves the floor too wet.”

“Yeah…right…” Daichi hoped that it wasn’t too obvious he couldn’t look Asahi in the eye.

“I wonder why he did it.”

“Maybe Kuroo asked him to? Since I didn’t do it that morning?”

“Maybe…it’s just strange.”

“Guess it’s just one of those unsolved mysteries.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen people visit the hospital this frequently,” Sugawara-sensei’s voice called out. “I wasn’t aware baking was so dangerous.”

Daichi nervously chuckled. “Well, you know. Sometimes you just get too invested into work.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement,” Sugawara replied, pointing to Asahi’s foot. “Well, lucky for you Azumane-san, it’s just a sprain. Your foot is going to swell, so remember to keep it raised. Cooling packs and ice bags will help with the throbbing from the inflammation. Okay?”

“Sure thing sensei,” Asahi said.

“Good. Let me just get the nurse to give you some crutches and a fresh bag of ice. Then you can be on your way.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Perfect. I’m sorry I can’t stay to chat,” Sugawara said turning to Daichi, “But I have a few more patients to check up on so I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh no, that’s okay. Don’t apologize,” Daichi answered. “We’ll be fine. We appreciate the help you’ve given us these past few days.”

“Just doing my job,” Sugawara said before heading towards the door.

Daichi dreamily stared at Sugawara’s shrinking figure when Asahi’s voice broke him from his trance. “Daichi? Weren’t you going to give him those?”

Daichi looked down at his lap and saw a to-go box from the café. “Oh! Right, thanks! Sensei! Sensei, wait!” He jumped up and chased after Sugawara. Luckily, he wasn’t too far up ahead and Daichi easily caught up to him.

“Yes?”

“Here. This is for you…and Shimizu-san,” Daichi said holding out the box. “I meant to give this to you earlier, as thanks for your help.”

“Oh, wow!” Sugawara exclaimed as he accepted the box. “What’s all in here?”

“Just a few tarts and cakes that I baked,” Daichi replied as he embarrassedly rubbed at the back of his neck. “Nothing special.”

Sugawara opened the box and Daichi loved how his eyes lit up. “These look amazing! You made all these?”

Daichi nodded. “I wasn’t sure what kinds of sweets you liked so I just took a guess.”

“Well you guessed right, because red velvet is my favourite. And fruit tarts remind me of home. I love my grandma’s raspberry tarts. Thank you very much!” Sugawara’s bright smile was back and Daichi’s heart was running a million miles an hour.

“You’re more than welcome, sensei.”

“Suga.”

“Huh?”

“My friends call me Suga,” Sugawara said extending a hand.

“Oh, well my friends call me Daichi,” Daichi replied, accepting the handshake.

“Then thanks again Daichi. Hopefully next time I see you, it won’t be in the hospital.” And with that, Sugawara started to walk away again, waving a final goodbye as he rounded a corner. “See you, Daichi!”

“See you…Suga.”

“This is amazing!” Oikawa exclaimed.

“See? We told you could do it!” Kuroo threw an arm around Daichi’s shoulders. “And you thought you were in a slump.”

“Thanks guys. I’m just glad it turned out better than I thought it would.” The café was quiet and Daichi had used the opportunity to have everyone try out his new recipe.

“This cake is the best for sure, Daichi-san!” Hinata chimed in.

“So how’d you come up with this one?” Asahi asked.

“…How did I come up with it?” Daichi parroted.

“Yeah. What was your inspiration?” Oikawa continued. “You spent 2 weeks agonizing over this damn dessert. Then suddenly you hide yourself away in the kitchen for 3 days whipping up this thing.”

“Yeah, and it’s not even similar to the cakes you’ve been trying up till now,” Kuroo continued. “What gave you this idea, Sawamura?”

“Well, I…” Daichi was interrupted by the front doorbell ringing. “…Will tell you later,” he finished and turned his attention to the door. “Hello! Can I…” Daichi rubbed his eyes a few times to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.

“So this is the café I’ve heard so much about,” Sugawara said turning his head this way and that to take everything in. He turned to Daichi and waved. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Suga…”

“Those treats you gave me were so good, I just had to come for some more.”

“Here! Try this one!” Hinata shoved the new dessert in front of Sugawara. “Daichi-san just made this one!”

“No, no, no! Not that one!” Daichi waved his hands like a madman.

“Why not?”

“Because…because it’s still in the experimental phase. It’s not ready yet.”

“You have 4 stamps of approval right here,” Oikawa interjected.

“And what better way to tell it’s ready for the customers than an actual customer?” Kuroo added.

“I don’t mind testing out a new cake. It sounds interesting,” Sugawara finished. “Besides, it looks really good.”

Daichi had no legitimate reason to not let Sugawara eat the cake and so he sighed in defeat. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Sugawara said before digging into the cake. Sugawara’s eyes lit up. “It’s red velvet!” Daichi nodded his head. “And is that raspberry I’m tasting?” Daichi nodded again. “This is delicious! You put together my two favourite desserts! It’s like this was made for me! I can’t believe you almost didn’t let me try it.”

Daichi loved how happily Sugawara ate his dessert, but could also feel the stares of revelation coming from his friends.

“…Was it made for him?” Asahi asked. Innocently or not, Daichi couldn’t tell.

“…Kind of.” Everyone looked expectantly at him, so Daichi proceeded to explain, his embarrassment increasing with every word. “The inside is raspberries and red velvet cake, which are Suga’s two favourite desserts. The outside mousse is cookies and cream because it’s a light gray colour and fluffy in texture like Suga’s hair…plus it best suited the flavours of the cake. And then I put it all on top of a sugar cookie because Suga…sounds like ‘Sugar’.”

Everyone had shocked looks on their faces. There were even a couple of jaws that dropped. Daichi had never blushed so hard or felt more uncomfortable in his life.

“So you can design a cake after me, but you can’t ask me out on a date?”

The attention quickly shifted from Daichi to Sugawara, but no one was as shocked as Daichi. He thought his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets from going so wide. “What?”

Sugawara pouted and folded his arms. “You heard me. How long are you going to take to ask me out? Or are you really only going to see me when you come to the hospital?”

“Uh…”

“Smooth, Casanova,” Oikawa stepped in. “If you’re free tonight, he’ll pick you up at 6.”

“I have work tonight, but I’m free right now,” Sugawara suggested.

“Perfect,” Oikawa said as he shoved Daichi towards Sugawara, “So is he. Now you two have fun, we’ll take care of everything.” He proceeded to untie Daichi’s apron and push the two of them out the door, locking it behind them.

“Hey! Oikawa!” Daichi pulled and banged on the door, but Oikawa just shrugged and walked away. Daichi face was a bright shade of pink; he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Sugawara slipped his arm around Daichi’s bicep, getting Daichi’s attention quite effectively. “Does ramen sound good?” Daichi could only nod in reply. “Great. I know this little shop a few blocks away. And after that, my place or yours, Daichi?”

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crispy rice and egg bowl with ginger-scallion vinaigrette

It’s really unfortunate timing, because we’ve got a long year to go and I at one point had many great and luminous cooking plans for it, but they’re all cancelled now because on the afternoon of January 4th, before 2019 had really even kicked in, I ate the best thing I had or will all year or maybe ever — because what would the internet be without some unnecessary melodrama — and I threw it together from a mess of leftovers in my fridge.

Don’t you hate it when those lifestyle guru-types tell you about the meals they threw together from their leftovers, which just happen to be in tip-top shape, chromatically balanced, and Instagram-perfect. In real life, or at least mine, leftovers are a lot of Let’s Never Speak About That Again, the best of intentions cut short by poor planning, the now shamed and guilt-ridden humans responsible for the disgrace vowing to do better by that murky bag of herbs and liquefied cucumber next time.

But not last week. Last week, on January 1st, I made David Chang’s Bo Ssam, something I do once a year or so when I want to make a jaw-dropping feast for a crowd with exactly three ingredients (pork shoulder, salt, sugar) even a person living through the aftereffects of an evening of daquiris can handle. Of course, because most three-ingredient recipes are a lie, there are a few other things you make to serve with it: a Ssam sauce (it’s like a vinaigrette), a ginger-scallion sauce (a riff on the classic Cantonese sauce), rice, and I always like to serve it with marinated julienned carrots and thinly sliced cucumbers so needless to say, these leftovers were well above-average. Bo Ssam makes a lot; we ate it on the 1st, the 2nd, and the 3rd before we were finally out of pork, but I still had a smidge left of everything else so for lunch on that 4th day of the year, I put it all in a bowl and topped it with a crispy fried egg.

But first, I crisped the rice. The world of crisped, stuck-pot, scorched, fried, and tahdig-ed rice is vast and nuanced and fascinating and I’m not going to even try to do it justice here, but what they all have in common, what they all know, is that cooked rice that’s been allowed to crisp is a glorious thing. My favorite — short-grain brown or white rice — is particularly good at this, starchy and thick enough to be both crackly edged and tender-centered in a single grain. (What a showoff.) It, apparently, smells like popcorn when you cook it.

I have told every single person I’ve seen or spoken to since about how amazing this lunch was (their eyes mostly glazed over, it’s fine, I understand) and now it’s your turn. I’ve tried to pare it down to just the most essential parts — crispy rice, a crispy egg, and a ginger-scallion-sauce-meets-vinaigrette — plus whatever crunchy or leftover vegetables you have around. I hope it becomes your new favorite 2019 meal, too.

Previously

One year ago: Boulevardier Two years ago: Crusty Baked Cauliflower and Farro Three years ago: Ugly-But-Good Cookies and Swiss Chard Pancakes Four years ago: Mushroom Marsala Pasta Bake Five years ago: Coconut Tapioca Pudding and Chicken Pho Six years ago: Ethereally Smooth Hummus and Gnocchi in Tomato Broth Seven years ago: Apple Sharlotka Eight years ago: Vanilla Bean Pudding and Pizza with Bacon, Onions, and Cream Nine years ago: Barley Risotto with Beans and Greens and Poppy Seed Lemon Cake Ten years ago: Almond-Vanilla Rice Pudding and Light Wheat Bread Eleven years ago: Lemon Bars and Crunchy Baked Pork Chops Twelve years ago: Balthazar’s Cream of Mushroom Soup and World Peace Cookies

And for the other side of the world: Six Months Ago: Bourbon Peach Smash 1.5 Years Ago: Confetti Party Cake 2.5 Years Ago: Peaches and Cream Bunny Cake 3.5 Years Ago: Green Beans with Almond Pesto 4.5 Years Ago: Sticky Sesame Chicken Wings

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EatingWell’s jessie price shares healthy cooking tips for how to cook sweet potatoes two ways: how to pan-steam sweet potatoes and how to roast sweet potatoes. These are two of the easiest, fastest and healthy recipes to cook sweet potatoes.

Apr 03, 2015 · These simple roasted sweet potatoes are an easy side dish that everyone loves! Follow just a few simple steps for perfectly crispy roasted potatoes.. I haven’t always been a big fan of sweet potatoes…

Making sweet potatoes in the Instant Pot is fast and easy! 2. Instant Pot Sweet Potatoes. If there is not enough time in your schedule to bake them, the second best way to cook sweet potatoes is by using your Instant Pot pressure cooker.. We use this method frequently on weeknights, or when we are using the oven for something else.

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