#Organic whipped butter

[carolthomass]

Organic whipped butter

Whipped butter is a type of butter that is made from cream and sugar. It is usually eaten as a spread or in desserts. There are many types of organic whipped butter, but this type is typically higher in quality and ceramic than other types.

Organic whipped butter is a type of butter that is made from organic milk and cream. It has a smoother texture and a more complex flavor than conventional butter. This type of butter is often used in baking and beauty, as it can be substituted for conventional butter in many recipes.

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[askwhatsforlunch]

Peanut and Chocolate Mousse

I wasn’t home to celebrate (Canadian) Thanksgiving in October. And although I was truly grateful to be reunited with Ava there, it was just the beginning of Spring and thus not the weather or the mood for Casserole and Roasted Turkey and Pecan Pie! We won’t have casseroles, roasted turkeys or pecan pies today either, although I’ve returned home because the oven is broken! But, as I am very thankful to have my Mum around for a little bit, and that her favourite Thanksgiving dessert is Peanut Butter Cream Pie, I’ve taken inspiration from this when making this Peanut and Chocolate Mousse! However big or small the crowd you’re celebrating with (if it is on the large side, and you do have a functioning oven, here are a few favourite recipes) Happy (American) Thanksgiving!

Ingredients (serves 2)

1/2 cup natural peanut butter

1 1/2 tablespoon caster sugar

1/2 cup very cold double cream

1 teaspoon Homemade Vanilla Extract

1 tablespoon Icing Sugar

30 grams/1 ounce good quality dark chocolate (at least 70% cocoa solids)

Spoon peanut butter into a medium bowl. Gradually whisk in caster sugar, until well-blended, and mixture is softer.

Pour cold double cream in another bowl. Beat with an electric beater, gradually increasing speed, until soft peaks just form. Add Vanilla Extract and Icing Sugar, and continue beating on high speed, until stiff peaks form, and you can hold the bowl upside down.

Roughly chop dark chocolate; set aside.

Spoon two heaped tablespoons of the whipped cream into peanut butter bowl, and whisk in energetically, to loosen the peanut butter mixture. Then, gently fold in remaining vanilla whipped cream into the peanut butter mixture, in three times. 

With the last of the vanilla whipped cream, fold in about three-quarters of the chopped dark chocolate, until no white streak remains.

Spoon Peanut and Chocolate Mousse into two serving glasses. Sprinkle with remaining chopped dark chocolate, and chill in the refrigerator, at least three hours, before serving, with a glass of chilled Champagne, if you fancy!

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[grnherbs]

the sweetest goodbye.

mdni, eighteen plus only.

there's content in this fic which may be upsetting to some so content warnings are as followed; darkfic, stalking, obsession, non-con, voyeurism, dead dove; do not eat, drugging, cumplay, unconcious reader, non-con photos, creepiness, ooc leon kennedy

slick cum drips over the edge of his plush, yet somehow course knuckles, years of heavy work evident upon them. he watches you through the high apexed window and fucks into his aforementioned hand. the carnal grunt that leaves his lips as he watches your own pointer slip between the soft lips of your soaked and probably sweet pussy is near feral and he scoffs, the tear in his eyes one of pure disgust and shame for himself; but he’s fucked if he even imagines for one second he could stop. 

and for a second time, a whimper escapes his lips and he presses his ear against the wooden front door, if he turns his head to the left, ear flushed against it, he can vaguely hear your own whimpers reverberating through the oak, but barely, it’s not enough and he edges himself post orgasm. the mutual masturbation between the thick walls and double glazed windows is too much and simultaneously not enough for him. 

his cock throbs in his hand, almost like if he doesn’t fuck you, he’ll burn up indefinitely. it was sorely pathetic to come back night after night, hopping on various transports to spend a few hours of pleasure with you. but, you were so predictable, he had your schedule drilled into his head by now.

the eight am work calls, midday shopping, friends and then home to fuck your own cunt day after day. it was kind of cute and the predictability had led to him roaming your rooms when you weren’t around, the thrill of perhaps being caught as he cum’s into a pair of your used panties or when he ground his dick down into the very pillow he’d watched you orgasm on many, many nights.

the hair on the back of leons neck stands on edge as he looks down at his weeping cock once again this evening… “talk about predictable,” he mumbles to himself before fear of missing the show overcomes him and he whips his head back up in time to watch your eyes roll back into your head, a choked chuckle coming from his lips, mentally berating himself for forgetting to film you once again.

he’s been watching you for months now, a shameful amount of time had passed since you locked eyes at the grocery store you worked at, some organic non chain, where a brown apron cinched itself around your waist, ass perked up below it in some god willed sweatpants that seemed to hug you in all the desirable places. 

leon hadn’t meant to follow you home of course but the smell of your fresh flowery perfume had him wafting through the air like a cartoon character to a pie. he’d climbed the fire escape for the first time that night and was delightfully greeted with a similar sight to the private show he was receiving this evening.

he hadn’t meant to watch.. to perv, for want of a better word. but fuck, the cherry pie between your legs was truly hypnotising, like a snake being charmed by music or a mere man being bought in by some supernatural factor. the delicate parts of you were all he had wanted and more. he remembered the way you laughed and brushed his hand whilst helping him to pack the brown paper bags and it was another reminder of how rough his hands really were, whilst yours skimmed past like butter.

how he’d embarrassed himself when he read your name tag aloud and watched you stare at him puzzled for it before realisation passed through your silky eyes. and then, he’d come back the second night after painting your window with his cum, and you’d failed to notice that even now, the stain is still there. blushing, heating up his cheeks slightly, getting flashes of how insane this really was. how crazy it had been to follow you home and continue night after night to drip cum on your fire escape patio.

he pulls the used panties out of his back pocket again and held them up to his nose, eyes closed as he inhales, hips jutting out pre-emptively in excitement, but he pulls his pants back up as he watches you settle into bed, sleep shorts discarded for a lace thong and some oversized t shirt he hasn’t seen yet.

and now. he waits. one thing he knows for sure is how much of a heavy sleeper you were and the brush of the tips of your favourite cups with some medicine was enough to kick start yawns and desperation for rest. leon’s thoughts are calculated, this has all been planned and tonight, he plans to fuck you for the first time. he smiles, our first time. and he thinks it a shame you won’t be able to remember it but he’ll make it up to you.

climbing through the latched window; (he really has to teach you to be more careful) excitement laces his bones. his hands shake as he peels the cover away from your bare shoulders, dropping to his knees and burying his nose in your neck, he’s waited so long to touch you, actually feel you properly. his hand finds the hem of your shirt, pressing a hand on your belly beneath it, heart beating feverishly and he flicks his eyes up to your face once more before fully planting it, feeling his cock weep at being this near to you.

his free hand moves down to palm himself gently and he continues to nuzzle into your nape and take in all your undernotes. the hand resting on your belly slithers down towards the top of your lace panties, a shy finger making its way under the band, resting atop the groomed hair which lays there, his eyes roll back at the softness there, how were you so soft everywhere?

he pulls your panties down more, finger finding your still wet clit, after remnants of your playtime. he fully removes your underwear now, balling them up by your ankles and leaving them there, trying desperately not to cum right in his pants there and then. 

leon knows his time is running out but he’s trying his hardest to savour every moment possible. and against his own shallow will he’s pulling his pants and boxers down, turning you over and shoving his cock into your tight cunt, biting his lip so hard it bleeds, legs faltering slightly at how tight and delectable you truly felt, choking on a moan once more. fuck this, he thinks to himself and ruts his hips back and forth, the way your cunt holds him has him seeing stars. 

“ah fuck, shit, take that, take it baby, you’re so fucking sexy” he moans into your neck, losing any restraint or semblance of restraint he ever had, completely lost in the ecstasy of fucking his girl. even if you had no idea you were his girl. he had to admit he was reaching his edge much quicker than he would have liked to but, he had years of you to come and he pulls out before he reaches his high, splattering his thick cum over your back and shoulders, pornographic moan leaving his chapped lips.

he pulls away, pulling his pants up quickly and admiring his damage properly this time, before shifting his phone out his pocket, leaning down to kiss your covered cheek. “smile honey,” he teases your unconscious body, smirking and snapping a photo before he slinks back out of your room, softly closing the door and starting his commute back home. “see you tomorrow.” he says to the wind.

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[beautyconscious]

Best Body Butter

There are many different body butters available in the market. It is important to find out what the best one is for your skin type.

It is vital to find a body butter that will suit your skin and give you soft, moisturized skin that feels silky and smooth. You should also consider the fragrance of the product when choosing a body butter.

Best Body Butter:

- Shea Butter: This is suitable for all skin types, it gives moisture, softness and elasticity to the skin. It can be used on dry or oily areas of the body such as elbows, knees or feet.

- Cocoa Butter: This butter is rich in antioxidants which prevent damage from free radicals and aging by fighting off wrinkles on your face and hands. .

- Vitamin E: This vitamin is a powerful antioxidant that helps fight against inflammation and aging.

- Magnesium: It is a mineral that helps with relaxation, muscle function and the nervous system

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[thefreakandthehair]

@steddie-week, day 3: discover.

When Steve is five years old, his mom catches him sneaking cookies before dinner. 

The jar is set up on top of the refrigerator, porcelain white in the shape of a teddy bear, and Steve isn’t supposed to be able to reach it. Unfortunately for the Harrington’s, their son is athletic and agile even as a child so of course, he discovers that if he slides a chair over to the counter, he can climb onto the beige laminate and reach the jar on his tippy toes. The head of the bear is removed easily, a cookie (or two) are snatched, and no one is the wiser. His devious heist comes to a halt one night after tee-ball practice when he thinks that his mom is in the shower. Steve ends up being caught with his hand literally in the cookie jar. 

It’s a story his mom tells at dinner parties and family gatherings throughout his childhood, over and over with the same details. Steve hears it enough to visualize what his face must’ve looked like— wide eyes, mouth ajar, eyebrows nearly touching his hairline, cheeks and ears turning pink. 

A few months into (finally) dating Eddie Munson, Steve finds his boyfriend standing in the living room mere feet from where Steve had tried to steal those cookies years ago wearing what he imagines is the exact same expression.

There’s no teddy bear-shaped cookie jar, but Eddie certainly looks caught: caught in a moment of jock euphoria, that is. 

When Steve gets home from his trip to Chicago with Robin a day early, he decides to surprise Eddie rather than call ahead and it may be the best decision he’s made in quite some time because Steve recognizes this sight intimately. 

Eddie’s in the middle of the room, bobbing around in front of the television with his hands threading through his hair and tugging in frustration as he yells things like:

“Are your blades dipped in fucking butter?”  “The puck goes in the net!”  "You can't shoot for shit, just like you can't grow a decent mustache, huh?" “Your job is to use your big ass body to stop the teensy tiny puck from getting around you and that’s a Hell of a lot easier if you stay in the fucking crease!” 

He stands in the doorway in shocked silence, watching in bemused wonder. Even in his crouched position, even as he scuttles from side to side with a phantom hockey stick in his hands with the only light in the room coming from the television screen, he's beautiful.

How long has this been going on though? In the years of friendship that eventually led to their relationship, Steve’s never known Eddie to give a single shit about any sort of organized sport that didn’t involve Steve specifically running around in what Eddie calls his "utterly obscene shorts." 

Hockey’s never been mentioned, not once, but Eddie knows too much to have randomly picked it up in just the two days Steve’s been gone. A ripple of something that feels like guilt washes over him, unsure of what he’s done to make Eddie feel like he needs to hide this from him. 

Long moments pass and Steve continues to go unnoticed when the game rolls into overtime. 

“I can’t take much more of this, Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie moans, his hands falling to his knees as he hunches over. 

Commentators flash up on the screen and Steve supposes intermission is as good a time as any to interject. 

“Would some company help?” 

Eddie whips to the right and there it is: wide eyes, mouth ajar, raised eyebrows, flaring nostrils, and the tell-tale darkening of Eddie’s cheeks. Steve only assumes his ears follow suit— they usually do when he’s flustered but Eddie’s hair blocks the view. His hand flies to his chest, startled on top of it all. 

The Bruins are going into overtime and his deepest, darkest secret was just unceremoniously discovered. 

It’s been a rough day. 

Steve just smiles and crosses the threshold into the room, standing next to his boyfriend who looks like all of the air has been vacuumed from his lungs. 

“You— you weren’t supposed to be home yet! You scared the shit of me, man!” 

“I was trying to surprise you but uh, joke’s on me I guess. Hockey, huh?” Steve gestures at the television with his chin. “Makes sense. It’s fuckin' lawless.” 

Eddie’s features settle into something less abashed and more defensive, his eyebrows knitting together and his head tilting to one side just a hair. 

“What makes sense? There was just nothing else on. It’s not a crime to flip through the channels, Steve.”

His lies are weak, and even under the best circumstances, the bar for Eddie’s ability to lie is on the floor so that's saying a lot. 

“It’s not, no. If it was, you’d probably be doing it,” he teases, nudging their shoulders together. “Besides, you wouldn’t know what the fuck a crease is if you were just casually flipping through.” 

“Wait, wait, shit. How long were you standing there?” 

“Long enough to find out you’ve been holding out on me, Munson.” Steve twists to face Eddie, pointing at the television. “We could’ve been going to games, screaming insults, calling plays together this whole time!”

Eddie groans, titling his head back to look at the ceiling. It’s been a long, long couple of days because even now, Steve can’t stop from staring at the expanse of Eddie’s throat, knowing exactly which spots make him groan for entirely different reasons. 

“Okay, fine. You caught me,” Eddie admits, still staring at the ceiling but turning his body away from Steve and waving his arms in defeat. “I’m a fraud. A hypocrite. I enjoy a sport. You cannot imagine how much it pains me to say this out loud.” 

“Ah, so we’re doing the dramatic thing about this?” Steve mutters, shaking his head. “Eddie, you’re allowed to like things. You know that, right? You liking a sport doesn’t, I don’t know, make you any less metal or whatever. Least I don’t think so.” 

Eddie drops his arms and spins around. “Steve, Stevie, my dear sweet sunshine, I’m not sure if you remember this but I’ve made quite a name and reputation for myself in abject hatred of mainstream… everything. My credibility is destroyed.”

Steve barely chokes back his laughter. Eddie’s sounding and acting more like his Eddie, something equally as endearing as it is ridiculous. He reaches out and pulls Eddie to sit next to him on the couch, not missing the way Eddie glances at the screen to make sure he’s not missing the start of overtime. 

“You know,” Steve starts before making air quotes, “a wise brat once told me that when you finish high school, it’s time to move on from primitive concepts like popularity. Or something like that, it was a while ago. Point is, what you staked your claim to in high school doesn’t apply here. You can be weird, and loud, and anti-mainstream, and like hockey. It’s the most violent of popular sports anyways.” 

Eddie blinks at him once, then twice, before narrowing his eyes and drawing his lips into a tight smile. “Was the wise brat Henderson? That sounds like Henderson.”

Steve laughs and leans back against the couch. “Sure was. Don’t tell him I quoted him, he’ll never shut the fuck up about it.” 

“What brought on a lecture about primitive high school concepts from Dustin Henderson?” 

“He was trying to convince me to date Robin when we were spying on what turned out to be evil Russians at Starcourt who had a lab under the mall. It was a whole thing.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly.

Eddie nods slowly. “Right, yeah, the mall that exploded?” 

“Yep. Same one.” 

“Y’know, I should’ve known you had something to do with that.” Eddie smiles at him, wide and bright, and it’s a strange moment for Steve to realize he’s in love. 

He’s wholly, unconditionally, disgustingly in love with Eddie Munson, with every side and facet, with every sparkling edge of the multifaceted prism of him. Steve’s entire body sighs with relief as his heart finally, finally catches up with the rest of him. 

But there’s an overtime period about to start, and unlike this playoff game, Steve knows he has all the time he could ever need to tell him, show him, exactly how he feels. He starts by cheering for a team he knows shit about, and then by rubbing Eddie’s back when he curls over onto his knees after the Devils score the winning shot.

“Hate to break it to ya, Ed, this is very jock behavior. Think there might be a little jock in you after all.” He jokes, running his hand from the middle of Eddie’s back to the nape of his neck, circling his thumb gently into the flesh there. 

“No the fuck there isn’t,” he mumbles, sitting up straight and turning devilish smile on Steve. “But I’d like there to be.” 

a very, very happy birthday to @hexiewrites! you know that I couldn't let your birthday pass without writing Eddie as a Bruins fan. and I peppered in some of our and @maxineholtzmann's comments and insults from the playoffs liveblogging on discord. <3 hope you have a phenomenal day!!

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[najia-cooks]

[ID: Diamond-shaped cake slices arranged into a layered star shape, topped with powdered sugar, with dates and prunes placed around the edge of the plate. Two plates of Italian Christmas cookies are in the background. End ID]

Whole orange cake with sumac and pink peppercorn

This moist, flavorful cake is inspired by Sicilian torta all’arancia (orange cake) and Moroccan مَسْكُوتة‎ ("maskūta"). There is no peeling, zesting, or juicing of oranges required; oranges are added whole, and lend the citrus oils in their peels, the sweetness and flavor of their juice, and the tenderness of their pulp to the final cake.

Maskouta is a wheat-flour-based cake that often comes in orange or yoghurt varieties—this recipe combines both versions. The addition of yoghurt makes the cake incredibly tender, and adds a smooth tartness that perfectly balances the brightness, robustness, and slight bitterness of the citrus oils that infuse the cake. Cardamom and orange blossom water, both occasional additions in Moroccan orange cakes, add delicate aromatics that further round out the flavor of the cake; sumac and pink peppercorn add a sour, fizzling touch that draws the brightness of the orange to a head at the front of the palate.

Recipe under the cut!

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Ingredients:

2 whole organic oranges

1 3/4 cup (210g) flour

1 1/2 tsp sumac

3/4 tsp pink peppercorn

6 green cardamom pods

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp kosher salt

2 tsp orange blossom water

3 Tbsp olive oil

1/3 cup non-dairy yoghurt

1/2 cup non-dairy margarine, softened

1 cup vegetarian granulated sugar

Sicilian and Moroccan orange cakes do not usually include butter; however, I find that a creaming method, which incorporates air into a solid fat such as margarine, helps replace some of the leavening power of whipped eggs.

Instructions:

1. Scrub oranges thoroughly. Submerge them in cool water (weighing them down with a plate) and soak overnight.

This step removes some of the bitterness of the orange peels. If you don't have time for soaking, or if you very much dislike any amount of bitterness in sweets, zest the oranges by taking off just the orange layer of the peel with a microplane or vegetable peeler; set zest aside. Remove as much of the white pith as you can and discard. Use the zest and the peeled orange slices in place of the whole oranges.

2. Remove oranges from water. Blend them, along with orange blossom water, until homogenous. The mixture does not need to be completely liquid.

3. Toast cardamom pods and pink peppercorns in a dry skillet on medium heat until fragrant. Grind in a spice mill, or with a mortar and pestle. Combine dry ingredients (spices, flour, salt, baking powder, and baking soda) in a mixing bowl.

3. Cream margarine in a large mixing bowl with an electric hand mixer for 30 seconds, until fluffy. Add sugar and cream for 2 minutes, until aerated.

3. Gradually add pulverized oranges and fold in. Add olive oil and yoghurt and fold to combine.

4. Slowly add dry ingredients and gently fold until combined. You should get a fairly thick batter.

5. Prepare a 9" x 13" (about 22 x 33 cm) glass cake pan with oil or margarine. Pour in batter and flatten with a rubber spatula.

6. Bake in the bottom of an oven at 350 °F (175 °C) for 50 minutes, or until a toothpick entered into the center of the cake comes out clean.

7. Once cake has cooled, cut into slices and arrange as desired. Top with powdered sugar.

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[scribble-dribble-writes]

Plastic hearts - (5)

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Blast from the past

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As you stood there clutching your chest, all your emotions catching up to you at once causing your eyes to leak, a door behind you burst open.

You turned towards the creaking sound to see a man step out. Another Ken most likely, but he didn’t hold himself like one. He was scowling, his fingers pinching his nose as he mumbled hastily pacing up and down this alley way, oblivious to your presence.

But when you sniffled, his head whipped up to see you, his face flooding with a brief second of relief before it crumbled further into anger. An expression you knew well now.

“You.”, he pointed a finger at you.

“You’re hours late.”, he said dramatically and you weren’t sure what the confusion was about.

“I think you’ve got me –

But he didn’t give you a moment to explain before he got a hold of your elbow to begin to lead you inside the establishment.

“I told you specifically to dress professionally, not look like some vintage grandma who makes butter cookies.”, he said, his words having an edge to it. You began to understand that although it sounded like a compliment, it wasn’t meant as one.

But the dark hallway passed to reveal a hot and steamy kitchen environment. Not many were around, but the vessels were bubbling and the dishes piled up. It reminded you of your shop, except that you had it well organized unlike the disarray around you now.

There was an older woman seated by the counter top, chopping tomatoes with a steady hand. Although she looked frail, the precision of her knife could only have come through years of practice. But just seeing her stopped the clock for a second. The wrinkles around her eyes, the only one to give you soft smile, the silent confidence with which she held herself. You had never seen anyone like her.

“Melissa, here’s your hired help.”, he set you in front of her but did so with a slight shove as though you were disposable.

“Not only was she late, she’s also dressed for the circus.”, he rolled his eyes looking down at your rollerblades. He moved away from you, to roll up his sleeves to begin prepping his station.

“Sam.”, the old lady chided him but it was incredible, she did it with just a slight alteration in her tone.

“Did you give her a chance to explain?”, she asked to which the man on the other side huffed.

“Just so she can tell me what I already know?”, he started to add his ingredients into his soup.

All his comments were beginning to alter your melancholic mood. It was as though a fire had sparked within you and with every word he spoke, it only began to grow bigger.

It was all in reverse here, for the first time ever, you began to truly feel how hurting it was to be in Ken’s shoes. To be spoken for or spoken over. To assume, to push aside another person just because you could.

“She’s here now, that’s all that matters.”, Melissa smiled at you and it felt comforting.

“Anna, a close friend of mine from the orphanage said that a girl she knew was looking for a job.”, she began to explain.

“It’s not much but I do really need an extra hand around here apart from Sam.”, she spoke as she slowly moved around to mix the salad together.

Even though you hadn’t known them before, you could pick up on the slight tension in the room. It almost looked like Sam wasn’t too happy with your presence being here.

“We’ll get you started with washing dishes first but as time progresses I could –

“You are only hired for a month, so during that tenure all that is required of you is to just wash the dishes and help with the flow during rush hours. Nothing else.”, he jumped in again.

But this time, Melissa only pursed her lips as she gave you an apologetic smile.

“What is your name?”, she asked trying to simmer down the heat in the room.

But the question only then reminded you that you never officially had a specific name. A name apart from the brand that felt personal, you could only remember one. As much as you wanted to forget all of it, all of him. You couldn’t.

You could still remember it now. The exact way he reclined by the window in your bakery, the way the sun seemed to always make him have that golden glow. He was impatient for you to finish the cupcakes he had ordered to present them as a surprise to Barbie but it was how he called for you in a sing song voice that it made it impossible to let this memory go. It had made you smile once, it still did.

If you were a cheesecake, I would call you Brie.

Only he would call you that, out of his silly nature to poke fun and somehow as you stood here feeling out of place, you knew it would strengthen you to move ahead with whatever this opportunity was.

“Briella.”, you nodded along.

*

Thinking about that unforseen start to your life in New York made you feel all the more grateful that in this cruel world, you met Melissa. She took you in under her wing. She was from the orphanage herself, she didn’t have children and her husband had passed early on in her life. But even through all that, she kept her wonderous smile.

Barbie land was a distant memory now, the skates you had first arrived with now in some cardboard box somewhere. But after five human years, you had achieved what you had come here for. To forget Ken and to understand yourself. You couldn’t remember how blue his eyes were. Or the sound of his laugh. Or the feeling when he pushed you away. None of it. You were very much a human now, so much so that you had no interest going back home.

Sam progressed to become the owner and star chef of this small deli that now was a fancy restaurant. You, however, were only allowed to progress to higher roles based on your skills that were assessed by one of Sam’s close circle of culinary school friends. And every time, the result would be unsatisfactory.

At first you thought it was your fault. You questioned your skill and talent. But as days passed, you soon began to understand this world’s working principle and how because you were a woman, you’re promotion was never going to come.

It grew more difficult when Melissa too passed with time. It wasn’t too long since when you had put together the funeral, but she was very much like a mother to you. Teaching you everything, from etiquette to ideals and what it means to survive as an independent woman. She helped find your identity and now your world was rocked to the core again.

Barbie land was cruel in it’s perfection while the real world was depressing for its mortality, only that losing a loved one hurt more than words could describe.

As you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling, hating the norms of this world, the status division, the unequal pay, the true woman experience of always having to be judged ten times harder or having to work ten times harder, you were now well versed that this world was a man’s world.

Your phone lit up with the notification of a text message and you picked it up with no motivation to get to work. It was from Sam with another petty task that wasn’t even in the kitchen.

“We’re catering for a local public school’s parent teacher meeting. Make sure you get there on time.”

You put it away. Sam loved his position of power and used it to also be a very difficult boss or maybe he just enjoyed making your life even more miserable. You were sure that nothing with regards to this party was even organized or ready. You got out of bed, having hardly slept, the sharp beep of your clock when the time read as six in the morning meant you had time to grab some fresh ingredients from the local market.

As predicted, nothing was set. So you put together the team and the menu for the day, did the prep, go to the location to set up, to begin the event and start serving orders, all while the acclaim and credit went to him as he turned up late to interact with the parents to get more funding, funding where not one cent was put towards kitchen repairs. Tolerating him now made you grow more bitter.

All the men you had dealt with so far have all been mediocre or worse. No one saw you, not here, not in Barbie land and listening to that stupid Ad made it impossible for you to imagine you could break out of that box or to reimagine your life because this was how good it was going to get. You can’t be anything or do anything in a world that has already pre-defined your value and trajectory of life.

You took a break to step out and heard the sound of kindergarten children in the playground. It was hard, to watch little girls carry dolls when their dreams could never get to be real. The fresh air was soothing. This uniform had become another form of containment, that what once was a mark of honour now became a cage.

All you craved now was a tenderness that you were convinced this world could never offer. A tenderness that was often present in Kens back in barbie land. But searching for that, here, was another foolish attempt. So you turned to leave when you heard a child squeal.

“Mister Ken, you made it.”

Your heart dropped, your feet wanted to run, while your eyes wanted to look towards the noise.

“I told you I would.”, you heard him speak and your eyes snapped to this approaching man.

His dirty blonde hair mixed with darker roots, his rimmed glasses and tucked in blue shirt that matched his stellar eyes. You stood in awe as you saw him, a near perfect replica of your Ken or most likely the only Ken to exist on this planet.

You pinched yourself in the hopes that this was a dream or a hallucination because all the memories you had forgotten about him only need a refresher to come back to flood your mind.

The children ran to him and he greeted them with the same warmth he had before. You couldn’t move, your feet stuck to the ground as you watched him. It was as though he had sensed it too, the way his gaze shifted from the children around him to slowly find yours. His blue eyes widening in surprise as he got up slowly, shocked as though he too had seen a ghost from the past.

“Brie?”, he asked and you were sure this was all make believe.

The stress got to you, from the deprived sleep and the grief, your knees wobbled and felt yourself begin to fall. So you did, in the hopes that the ground might treat you a bit nicer that your life had.

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[carolthomass]

Organic Whipped Butter

Organic whipped butter has become increasingly popular over the last few years. It is a healthier option that many people swear by. There are many benefits to using organic whipped butter, such as being less processed and having fewer additives. Additionally, organic whipped butter is often considered to be more flavorful than regular whipped butter.

One of the main benefits of using organic whipped butter is that it is healthier for you. Regular whipped butter contains a lot of additives, including hydrogenated oils and other unhealthy fats. These additives can cause health problems over time, including heart disease and obesity. By using organic whip cream instead of regular whip cream, you are reducing your exposure to these harmful substances.

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#Organic Whipped Butter

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day two !!!!

prompt: late night snacks

relationship: mountain/swiss (psp psp @hypnoneghoul)

word count: 800

summary: Mountain can't sleep, Swiss saves the day (night) with a delectable treat from the kitchen.

below the cut or on ao3 :))

A sudden shuffle of slippers against the hardwood startles Mountain. He whips his head round, a deer in the headlights of the light emanating from Swiss’ phone.

With a hand up to his face, shielding his eyes, he asks, “What the fuck Swiss?! I could’ve had a knife in my hand, what do you think you’re do-” He’s silenced by a warm embrace from the multi ghoul.

“Tough night, bush baby?”

And just like that Mountain melts into Swiss’ touch. The other just has a way of talking that soothes him, reminds him he’s safe.

“Yeah, just a lot on my mind with my element ‘n stuff.” He admits, “Thought I escaped without disturbing you but clearly not, ‘m sorry.”

Swiss’ heart melts at the change in tone, pressing a chaste kiss to Mount’s hair before tousling it and letting go.

“You didn’t disturb me love, just woke up and wondered where you’d gone, it’s not like you.” It’s not. He’s always down by ten o’clock of an evening and up at five the next morning. With the change of season, a new year springing into life, it’s overwhelming for the earth ghoul. Each and every sprout, bulb, and flower creates a cacophony of noises, at best thunderous and at worst, frightening. “You wanted a snack?”

“Didn’t know where else to go,” he shrugs. “Would normally go to the greenhouse but,” he pauses, “but…”

“Yeah,” Swiss agrees. He doesn’t understand, but he doesn’t have to. Elemental chaos wreaks havoc on the best of ghouls. Just like heat cycles, the pack understands when concessions need to be made. For some, like Mountain and Rain, their elements are tied to the seasons. Cumulus and Cirrus really struggle on tour with the changing climates, it throws them out of kilter for whole legs sometimes, always chasing the relative peace of the Ministry’s atmosphere. Quintessence ghouls struggle awfully whenever new summons are around. The constant questioning and learning filters through their element and it can take years sometimes for it to die down. It’s why the Ministry prefers to transition ghouls sometimes instead of summoning new ones.

Wordlessly, Swiss makes his way to the cupboard, reaching out for various jars and cartons.

“Never had a midnight snack before.” Mountain confesses, turning his head away in shame. It doesn’t surprise the other ghoul but he feigns surprise for him anyway, gasping.

“What has the spring done to my pure, innocent flower? It’s like I don’t even recognise him anymore!” He drags out, dramatically flailing his arms as if he’s about to faint. “I’m only pulling your leg, Mount, I’m just excited for you to taste the Reese’s peanut butter cup sandwich experience.” He says with a smile. Mountain has a look of disdain on his face, secretly enamoured behind his disappointed exterior.

“I don’t even want to know.” He’s holding back a smile now, but determined to keep a straight face at least until he lays his eyes on the abomination Swiss is about to create.

“Oh but you do! You see it’s two slices of bread where you put chocolate spread on one and peanut butter on the other. Now,” he continues, narrating his actions, “you might be thinking, where’s the crunch?! Well, that’s where the cornflakes come in, you just sprinkle those in, put the slices together and bam!” He cheers at an unacceptable volume for two o’clock in the morning, “The sandwich is complete. Eat up baby!” Swiss gleams, holding the experience up to Mountain’s face.

A grimace plasters itself across the earth ghoul’s face, apprehension fuelled by a mild disgust for Swiss’ tastes, he only came down here for a mandarin. Before Swiss either forces it past Mountain’s lips or eats it himself, he decides to take a bite, the crunch reverberating through the kitchen.

Mountain’s eyes go wide before he takes a moment to clear his throat and neutralise his face once more, adamant he won’t let Swiss win. It’s too late, however, and Swiss is practically glowing with excitement, “I told you! It’s good, hmm?”

“If I say yes will you leave me alone with my midnight snack?”

“Not a chance, pretty boy, eat up!”

The unwavering excitement of his boyfriend never fails to rub off on Mountain, and he’s thankful for it every day. He makes quick work of the sandwich, offering the occasional bite to the creator, though he graciously declines, instead opting to lick the rogue spot of peanut butter off the earth ghoul’s nose once he’s done.

“Tastes much better on you.” He grins.

“I’m sure it does, baby.” Mountain blushes, “Now come on, I think the stodginess of your sandwich is sending me to sleep.” He adds, dragging Swiss by the arm, leaving the mess to whoever gets up first in the morning, it certainly won’t be either of them.

#trifle writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #mushy may 2024

[jisungsdaydreamer]

Stray Kids as Different Kinds of Shopaholics

Pairing: OT8 x gn!reader Genre: headcanon, fluff, crack Warnings: none

1. Bang Chan- The Idiot

You would think that Bang Chan would be the sensible one when it comes to shopping 

This is false.

Unlike the other boys, he doesn’t really have super niche hobbies like art or dance, so he believes that he doesn’t need to spend so much money on such “unnecessary things”

He’ll even hoard coupons and try to use them, even though they expired months ago

But two seconds later, he’ll be whipping out his wallet to buy the most useless shit ever

He would 100% fall for stupid scams, like a self-stirring coffee mug or a “gravity-defying” umbrella hat

As long as they make “life more efficient”

But if you want to buy a book or socks or something, he’ll side eye you and scold you for buying dumb things, as if he just didn’t spend a fortune on an automatic shoe-tying machine

2. Lee Know- The Gordon Ramsay Wannabe

Now Minho is pretty wise with money, except when it comes to one thing

His kitchen

I can absolutely envision him wanting to have an immaculately stocked kitchen

After all, he likes to try making new and elaborate dishes, and he needs the tools for that

Minho will have no problem with buying the fanciest, most expensive supplies

He’ll have a bluetooth wireless cooking sensor to time his roasts from a distance, a soy milk maker, and that KitchenAid artisan mini stand mixer with the fancy beater

He’s so extra that he will even buy a juice extractor to facilitate his morning fix for green juice (gross)

Will get mad if you question his purchases.

3. Changbin- The Gym Bro

Every single exercise contraption known to man will go into his personal home gym

He needs fifty different kinds of weights, 

Maybe even those arm exercise bands for when he’s “on a road trip”

Also spends a lot of money on nutrition

Like those organic seed packets or high-quality kale or something so he can make healthy stuff for himself

If you even open your mouth, he will immediately get defensive, explaining why each and every one of his purchases make sense and why you need them too to be healthy

4. Hyunjin- Ariana Grande

The “I want it, I got it” mentality

Going shopping with him has no budget. He hates that word

The kind of person who doesn’t bring a shopping list; he just strolls the aisles and buys anything he wants

Likes buying name brands: Gucci, Versace, Tom Ford, Chanel, and of course, Celine

Bougie bitch right here

LOVES jewelry and accessories even more than clothes; anything that glitters

Might ask you to go shopping with him sometimes just because he needs someone to help him hold all of his bags

Simply will ignore you if you ask him why he needs $5000 in new shirts when he’s already got a closet full at home

5. Han- The Real One

Surprisingly, Jisung would be one of the more practical shoppers

He has a normal budget that he follows religiously, because there’s only one thing that he really wants

Food.

Whenever he goes out, he absolutely must buy a drink. Probably boba, to sip on while walking or when sitting in the car

He’ll have “secret” hiding spots in his room for his snacks

Can’t cook so loves taking it as an excuse to always get food outside & he loves doing it with you

Loves ordering-in all kinds of meals as well, whether it’s pizza or butter chicken

Every morning, Jisung needs to buy his coffee at Starbucks and be all aesthetic, or else he can’t do his work

Pouts when you remind him that you literally have a coffee machine at home.

6. Felix- Santa Claus

Now Felix is also a little like Jisung, being a little more realistic

EXCEPT when it comes to his friends & family, especially you.

Will spoil you rotten will all sorts of gifts, from new clothes to perfume

And he insists on taking you on shopping sprees and showering you with new things you don’t really need

Receiving expensive chocolates imported from Paris or somewhere is a regular thing for you

And he’s even managed to get you a designer bag that even the richest people have to be on waiting lists for

Doesn’t get offended at all when you tell him that he needs to cut down on the spending; he’ll just cutely hold out a pretty dress for you to wear

And how can you refuse him?

7. Seungmin- The Mom

Doesn’t give a crap about being fashionable; definitely stingy when it comes to that

“But Seungmin, that hoodie is seven years old…” “Well it fits, so I can wear it.”

Will lecture people (Hyunjin) on their horrible spending habits

Meanwhile, he’d rather spend time in the cleaning sections

He’ll stock up on extra paper towels and wipes and other practical materials

The kind of shopper to absolutely ADORE sales, and will buy everything with a discount

Would buy snow gear in June just because it’s 5% off and will force you to try on a hideous sweater just because it’s in clearance or something

8. I.N.- The Guilty One

Can’t be trusted when given money to go shopping

You could give him your wallet to tell him to go buy milk and when he comes back, he’ll have his arms full of crap that you didn’t even mention

Is such a binge-shopper that he has no choice but to live simple

Because the moment he steps into Target or the mall or somewhere, it’s over.

You had to stop giving him your credit card and just hand him a limited wad of cash when you need him to run errands for you

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[beautyconscious]

Whipped Butter

Whipped butter is a type of butter that has been whipped into soft, smooth, and light texture. It can be used as an ingredient in many different dishes and desserts.

Whipped butter is typically made by whipping regular unsalted butter with a mixer or by hand.

Today, you can find whipped butter in the grocery store with a variety of different flavors like vanilla, cinnamon apple pie spice, and raspberry lemonade.

Whipped butter is a type of butter that has been whipped into a soft, spreadable consistency. It is often used in desserts and baked goods such as cakes, pies, and pastries.

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[tastesoftamriel]

Mourner's Solace Inn

An oasis of comfort in the heart of Necrom

Starters

Magma Salmon Hot Pâté

Oven-baked Telvanni Peninsula salmon pâté, served with smoked hackle-lo crisps

Scrib Bacon and Scuttle Dip

Made with locally-raised kwama scribs, served with saltrice flatbread

Hackle-lo Salad

With fire blossom and gold kanet petals, scrib jerky, and comberry balsamic dressing

Grazing Platter

Scrib jerky, guar sausage, nix-ox meatballs, scuttle dip three ways, ash yam hummus, pickled comberries, wickwheat flatbread, saltrice grissini, hackle-lo crisps

Mains

Deadrock Lobster

Tender Telvanni Peninsula Deadrock Lobster tail and claws bathed in spiced scuttle grease, served with ash yam matchstick fries

Seared Lion's Mane Steak

Slab of locally-grown giant lion's mane mushroom, seasoned to perfection and grilled. Served with grilled vegetables and your choice of brown gravy, blue-mold scuttle, or peppercorn and comberry sauce

Telvanni Five-Mushroom Soup

A Peninsula classic! Oyster, enoki, chanterelle, shiitake, and lion's mane mushrooms in a gently spiced guar milk soup. Served with wickwheat flatbread

Three-Scuttle Bread Boat

Three types of scuttle encased in soft saltrice bread, topped with a cliff racer or kwama egg (limited availability, please check with your waitstaff)

Dessert

Comberry Brandy Soufflé

Kwama egg soufflé doused in comberry brandy and flambéed at your table. Please allow 30 minutes!

Fetcherfly Honey Cake

A big slice of rich and spicy fetcherfly honey cake, topped with whipped honey scuttle butter

Seasonal Petit Fours

A selection of freshly-baked Dunmeri treats of the day

Ash yam crème brûlée

Our rich and creamy signature crème brûlée, made with organic ash yams, kwama egg, and guar cream

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[posttexasstressdisorder]

The Grocery Report

I just figured I'd let y'all in on the latest price hikes.

The peanut butter I prefer (Laura Scudder's Crunchy) went up another dollar over last week, to $8.49.

The Bonne Mamon preserves are now $8.29

Gallons of Horizon Organics milk are $10.99

Whipping Cream is $6.45 for the smallest container.

Challenge Butter is $7.99

I just shook my head and wondered if anybody would really continue to pay whatever the greedy motherfuckers decide to jack the price to.

I can't buy my favorite peanut butter anymore, it seems too extravagant now. I used to only spend around $100 total, going to both stores, today it was $130 at one and $70 at the other. That uses up 2/3 of my EBT allotment for the month. It's the 2nd.

This is fucked.

[c0ffinshit]

(i have to show u this pic before i request btw)

HOWEVER ASIDE THAT...I am desperately BEGGING for a Nathan x reader, and reader is sort of like the star to his moon? (I can fix him /j) More specifically where they meet as coworkers and reader is the school librarian helping bratt write his book. Maybe even helping him out at his house after work?? (You can escalate it to smut or not, I just need this man.)

first off, thank you for the new reaction pic i will use to annoy all my friends. second off... THAT. IS. SO. CUTE.

i love the idea of having them work together and having a little meet cute moment kinda thing. soooooo enjoy this little thing i whipped up in my nathan bratt infested brain

warnings: like vaguely angsty, just brain rotting fluff

Most people think it's easy being a high school librarian. In its most basic state, the job is simple enough if you’re good with numbers and organizing. Fortunately for you, you are pretty great at both of those things.

But with all that, the job can still be stressful, especially during the end of a semester. Usually, every student comes in and returns any books before Christmas break. And because every student checks out at least one book every year, you suddenly get flooded with books that can take hours to put back. Luckily, some years, you have people who help you put all the extra books along with any cataloging you didn’t complete.

Every year is always a different face, except for one. The only teacher who ever came and helped was Nathan Bratt, most commonly known as Mr. Bratt. Whenever he helps you with your books, you help him write his.

You never consider yourself a writer or involve yourself in the writing community very often. Sure, you respect the people who do it for an actual job, but it was never what you saw yourself doing. But when you sit down and spitball ideas with him, something just sparkles inside you. It's all laughter and lightbulbs when you two work together.

You’ve even gone over to his home before. He was shy when he asked, but when you happily said yes, his eyes lit up, and his voice became a soft butter.

He was just a fucking great guy. And when he kisses you for the first time, your spine shiver from top to bottom. Nathan’s lips were a bit chapped, but winter was coming upon Port Lawernce quicker with every day. When you spent the rest of the winter with him, it was like dying and going to heaven. All of your Christmas-related dreams came true in a week. Whenever he sees you around, he always smiles softly and waves hello. You indeed wish you had another night like that, to feel his arms tight around you as the fireplace shines dimly.

It felt like you were the star to his moon that week you were with him. All you have to do is ask. Maybe he’ll invite you over, and you’ll fall in love with him again.

#goosebumps 2023 #justin long #justin long x reader #nathan bratt #nathan bratt x reader #i have an addiction #goosebumps