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fullcravings · 2 years
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Crushed Pineapple Cake with Coconut Lime Frosting
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bretzkysbs · 4 months
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what-marsha-eats · 5 months
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(via White Fruitcake Recipe)
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dailyblakes · 11 months
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Coconut Cake with Crushed Pineapple Crushed pineapple fills this coconut cake, frosted with a simple buttercream and garnished with more coconut and pineapple for tropical, summer-ready flavor.
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masoncarr2244 · 1 year
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Creamy Cranberry Salad - Cranberry Salad
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bloggerliveshere · 2 years
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"Pineapple Dream Cake"
“Pineapple Dream Cake”
You may have seen a version of my Pineapple Dream Cake floating around on Instagram. When I first saw this recipe, I thought this is crazy and how good can this cake be. Calling all cake lovers! This is one recipe you’ve got to try to wrap your head around how something so simple can be so good. Do you crave a sweet treat and don’t want to create a fuss in the kitchen? Here’s your recipe. If you…
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safewavess · 5 months
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pac would definitely be that kinda guy to use those cheesy schoolgirl crush nicknames (but in portuguese) for fit whenever he talks about him to others. like mike will mention some guy (fit) named fucking “abacaxi” and fit will be like “who the fuck is pineapple???” and that’s when they’ll realize that it doesn’t really work no matter if the nickname is in portuguese or english because they have a fucking live translator.
they refuse to tell fit who “abacaxi” is anyways (it’s him) and he’s like “ok i won’t ask anymore” so now pac and mike constantly berate each other about this guy named “abacaxi” (fit) whenever fit does something remotely romantic to pac or vice versa
they’ll also use it durning the global events so out of the blue whenever pac is by fit mike will start talking about “abacaxi” (fit) and people will be like who the fuck is pineapple???? and fit will explain to them that it’s their ‘friend’ from something completely unrelated and so “abacaxi” becomes some fucking enigma when really it’s just fit. also the brazilians and roier know they would instantly
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cerealkiller740 · 4 months
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1954 Pineapple Growers Association Crushed Pineapple PSA
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laski-and-sage · 1 year
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Do I have to add anything?
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hiya-itsamber · 2 months
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i need my 'its nice to have a friend' childhood best friends to lovers moment PLEASE.
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mybigfatgaylife · 5 months
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My mom moved out of our family home of 40+ years this year. In the process of going through all of the things a big family collects in four decades, we came across many old recipes from my grandmother and great aunts.
One of them was for my grandmother’s famous cranberry “salad.” It basically consists of finely ground cranberries, chopped toasted pecans, crushed pineapple, miniature marshmallows, and whipped cream folded into soft set black raspberry jello. Jello doesn’t make their black raspberry flavor anymore so I used plain raspberry and:
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It’s complete nostalgia. When I tasted it I was immediately transported back to family reunions, holiday dinners, and neighborhood block parties. My grandmother would special order frozen cranberries when they were in season and keep them on hand so she could make this at any time of the year.
It’s surprisingly balanced because the cranberries are so tart. It’s still very much a dessert but it’s not as sweet as you might think.
Anyway, happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate. Who wants some cranberry salad? I have enough here to feed the neighborhood.
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buffetlicious · 7 months
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When Phuket Thai Seafood opened a branch at Koufu Foodcourt in Sun Plaza, I brought mum along for dinner. Placed an order for four dishes including a colourful dessert which had caught my eye from the menu.
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This small portion of the Pandan Chicken (S$8.90) came with just four pieces of deep-fried pandan leaf wrapped boneless chicken chunk. While the chicken was fragrant and succulent, the price is on the high side.
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The next dish is Phat Thai (S$5.90), a stir-fried rice noodle dish commonly served as a street food in Thailand. The flavours of this dish are centered around a sweet-savory fusion. Salty, nutty with that slightly sweet sauce. The chilli flakes on the side added a layer of spiciness to it.
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Pineapple Fried Rice (S$5.90) came with pork floss heaped on top. The rice is fried with a little curry powder to give it that yellow hue and came with chunks of pineapple and prawns in it. The savoury floss is mixed well into the rice before consuming it.
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When I ordered this Mango Sticky Rice (S$5.90), the menu at the stall was showing this tricolor dessert. Upon getting the dish, it is just plain coloured glutinous rice smothered in savoury coconut milk on the salty end. I went back to the staff and was told they are not making the coloured version. :( At the very least they could do is to change that misleading image on the menu so customers are not duped into ordering it.
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Tricolour mango sticky rice image from here.
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o0sketchy-girl0o · 9 months
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yo so i remembered i made this tumblr so i could post my doodles and i was too embarrassed for an entire year to post any but my friend liked this one so i'm posting it uhhhhrhrhrhh have a cassidy
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innytoes · 11 months
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Inny i am so far behind on things and I am going to be honest with you, a/b/o is my fandom Can't, but: am I correct in saying it's your birthday soon?
Anyway, in honor of that and if not, just the fact that you are awesome, consider this a prompt for the a/b/o prompt and pairing you wish someone would have sent 💖
Thank you, it was my birthday on the 7th! And in honour of your prompt I went with 22: Dystopian AU, because who doesn't love a good dystopia. Except then I made it 'crack taken seriously'.
Even though he’d known it had been coming, Willie still felt a little shell-shocked. He knew he didn’t have much rights or even a say as an Omega, but he thought he’d proven to Caleb that he was worth keeping on. He’d seemed like such a nice guy when he took him in as a twelve year old orphan, an estranged brother of his dad’s. Willie always figured they were estranged because his grandparents had been hella homophobic, but now that he was older, maybe it was just because Caleb was kind of evil.
He certainly didn’t seem to have any qualms selling his nephew to Sunset Curve.
God, that sounded like something out of a bad fanfiction.
It wasn’t even that Caleb had sold him to Sunset Curve on purpose. Caleb had managed to snag Sunset Curve to play in between the regular show. Which was kind of Willie’s dream come true, since he’d been a massive fan since before the got famous. Ever since that time he’d snuck out at fifteen and found them playing in front of a club he’d been trying to sneak into.
So he hadn’t even thought about it when Caleb told him to make sure he looked presentable, like, of course he was going to. His favourite celebrities ever got a special table up front. And he hadn’t really noticed that the scent-blocking spray Caleb made him put on so he ‘wouldn’t be a distraction’ had been replaced with something else. And he didn’t think about how Caleb had let him go off his suppressants a week ago, saying something about how it was healthy to take a break every so often, and he’d get paid vacation time when he had his heat.
He just danced his heart out and tried not to laugh when Luke exclaimed, his mouth half full ‘this is a meatball sub, ohmygooood’ just as Willie was bringing out their new drinks. He shamelessly flirted a little with the entire band, but only like, as a joke. Sure they were kind of the same age but it wasn’t like Willie, an Omega waiter, had any shot with these rich and famous Alphas.
He hadn’t noticed that the table next to Sunset Curve had been watching him, too.
It wasn’t until after Sunset Curve’s show and Caleb’s ‘dessert’ were over that he noticed something was up. Because Caleb put his hand on the back of Willie’s neck and steered him right towards the reserved tables. For a hot second, Willie thought his uncle had remembered that he was a big fan of Sunset Curve, but then he was lead to the table next to them, and slowly it dawned on him.
Caleb wanted to sell him to the creepily smirking, oily-looking hedge fund manager at table two.
But before the deal could be finished, the drummer – Alex, his favourite – had leaned over and looked Caleb right in the eye and told him he’d pay ten thousand more.
Which was how he ended up on a tour bus, with a bag that Fuego had randomly shoved some of his belongings into at his feet. At least he’d been nice enough to include his skateboard.
Except unlike in the fanfictions, there was a lot of yelling going on.
“What the hell, dude?” Bobby had said almost as soon as the door closed. Reggie had guided Willie further to the back, awkward smiles and a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Willie looked out the window as the Club – his only home for the last six years – slowly disappeared from view.
Reggie had been nice, getting him a water, asking his name, asking his favourite pizza toppings, anything to distract from the shouting up front, the shaking of Willie’s hands, the tears he was trying very valiantly not to shed.
They were already nearing the city limits when Luke bit out: “Is Reggie not enough for you?”
At hearing his name, Reggie’s head jerked up, and he looked hurt. Which, what? Oh wait. Oh. Oh.
“Luke, shut up,” Bobby said, and Luke glared at him.
“What? Just because a cute Omega flirts with Alex once, all of a sudden he’s willing to-”
“No, shut up,” Bobby stressed. “Because that Omega hasn’t signed an NDA yet.”
All three of the Alphas stopped and turned to look at him, and Willie ducked his head. It wasn’t like he could do anything, anyway, now that Alex owned him. Like, signed the paperwork, got to decide if Willie gets to eat and sleep and get medical care, never mind if he was allowed to talk to anyone, owned him.
Still…
“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, because yeah, Reggie being an Omega when everyone thought Sunset Curve was an all-Alpha band was a pretty big secret. “Please, I’ll do anything. I can be a good roadie, or I can do your laundry, or whatever.” Don’t think about the stuff they want in fanfiction, don’t do it, even though he wasn’t going to lie, he’d thought about that from time to time, staring at the poster above his bed, because how could he not?
“I’m glad Alex helped Willie,” Reggie said firmly, which seemed to soften the postures of the other three band members. “Did you hear how creepy that other guy was being? Asking about his virginity and stuff? Besides, having some Omega arm candy might actually be helpful, you know?” He shot Willie a crooked grin, and Willie tried not to flush at the idea of hanging off Reggie’s arm on the red carpet. Like, even if he wasn’t an Alpha, he was still Reggie Peters, and Willie wouldn’t be faking any kind of swooning.
“He could be a good cover for Reggie’s heats,” Alex offered, nervously. “That way we don’t have to worry about any more rehab stories popping up.”
That had been last year, some gossip rag wondering why Reggie wasn’t out and about for a week off, when various members of Sunset Curve had been spotted in public. Though now that Willie thought about it, never all three of them at once. Which meant someone was probably always with Reggie, helping him… yeah, don’t think about that, or he’d go very, very flushed. Sunset Curve had played it off as food poisoning, and #poisonhotdogs had been a meme for a while, but that wouldn’t work every time.
“I can do that,” he eagerly agreed. He’d probably have to stay on suppressants then for his own heats, but if that meant he wasn’t going to be some creepy business dude’s live-in sex slave, he was all for it.
“You’re still signing an NDA,” Bobby muttered grumpily, flopping down in one of the chairs opposite of him and Reggie. “And doing laundry. Except Luke’s, I’m pretty sure that stuff is a biohazard.”
“Be nice,” Reggie warned. “Willie said he likes pineapple on pizza, so now you finally have someone who will go halfsies with you when we order pizza.”
Bobby blinked, and then shrugged. “Good enough for me,” he agreed. “Welcome aboard, Willie.”
“It’s still coming out of your money, not the band’s fund,” Luke grumbled at Alex, but he flopped down, basically on top of Bobby, so there was room for Alex to scoot in as well. Bobby just wrapped his arm around Luke’s waist, and oh, the whole ‘band as pack’ thing wasn’t something they played up for the press. They were actually like that. That was kind of nice, since so often it was just some marketing ploy.
The sight of three Alphas staring him down was kind of intimidating, though. Especially when one of them basically owned his very soul. Except Alex gave a self-conscious smile, just as cute and dorky as he was in the interviews Willie watched over and over, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe it would be better than a fanfiction.  
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tiredflowercrown · 3 months
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Eating slop <3
(Peach filling, sweetened condensed milk, and cool whip)
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