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artschoolglasses · 3 months
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Lackington Allen & Co.: Temple of the Muses, Finsbury Square
Print of a bookshop from 1809
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ineffablecooking · 2 years
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Ineffable Cooking Presents:
An Obscenely Historically Accurate Apple "Turnover" (An inaccurate recipe) 🍎🥧
From Temple of the Muses
By @ajconstantine
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Obscenely accurate? Yes. This is a historical fiction AU set in the Victorian era and every minute detail has been researched incredibly thoroughly...that apple detail in the intro? The author and I spoke. She did the research. Apples were not in season in the month of April in England in 1841. So she wrote apple preserves into the story.
And we stan.
"Turnover" Filling Ingredients:
3 pounds (about 7-9 apples) baking apples, peeled, cored, and sliced thinly
1 tablespoon lemon juice
½ cup (100 grams) packed light brown sugar
¼ cup (50 grams) granulated sugar
1–½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon grated nutmeg
Pinch salt
2 tablespoons (14 g) cornstarch
¾ cup + 2 tablespoon fresh apple cider, divided 2 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 tablespoons unsalted butter
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(This pampered chef product has followed me since the early 2000's and I plan to be buried with it)
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Direrctions
1. Add apples, lemon juice, brown sugar, granulated sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt to a heavy bottom pot. Stir together and let macerate at room temperature for about 15 minutes. Add ¾ cup of apple cider to the pot, and stir the apples one more time. 
2. Turn the heat to medium and begin to cook the apples, stirring occasionally to make sure the apples cook evenly. Cook until the apples have softened, about 10 minutes, making sure not to cook off all of the liquid. If the liquid does cook off quickly, add ⅓ cup more apple cider to the pot.
3. Create a slurry by whisking together the cornstarch and remaining 2 tablespoons apple cider together in a small seperate bowl.
(I put that last part in bold because mistakes were made. The blur is me frantically whisking cornstarch)
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4. Pour the cornstarch slurry into apples and stir together until dissolved. Continue cooking until the mixture is thickened, about 2-3 minutes. 
5. Remove from heat and stir in the vanilla and butter.
Often turnovers are made with puff pastry. But for what I wanted ro do to achieve the heart shape I used pie crust.
(Pillsbury is standard)
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Also why is "Turnover" in quotes? Because:
"turnover, individual pie formed by folding a piece of pastry in half over a filling. The open edges are pressed or crimped together to enclose the filling during cooking and eating. Turnovers may be baked or fried."
-Google
And because of the process involved, we can't legally call these turnovers:
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6. Position a rack in the middle of the oven and heat the oven to 425 degrees. Line another baking sheet with parchment paper (Or cooking spray. Or not. You do you.)
7. Cut several heart shapes out and spread on a baking sheet
7. Take your filling and spoon very very small amounts onto half of the hearts on the sheet
I cant emphasise how messy and it was trying to seal the hearts close. If you think you didn't put enough filling onto your spoon, you're wrong. Trust me it's plenty.
8. Seal the hearts by pinching the edges together as best you can (a fork wouldn't work because I wanted to keep the hearts small and the amount of filling kept pushing it out the other side of the pocket)
9. Cross your hearts!!
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10. Do an egg wash and top with some sugar.
11. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until golden
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These "turnovers" were amazing and I believe I ate the majority of the ones pictured in this photo. I didn't even want to attempt to do a foldover tenchnique, hence the cookie cutter, but honestly I doubt I could've made something remotely this cute, this successfully, this quickly.
HIGHLY recommend the filling recipe, and you know what I recommend make all food heart shaped, because Aziraphale's right, that is darling!
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leviosally · 2 years
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Tell us about A Taste of Fire please! 😊
Hi Wolfie! Hope life is treatin' ya well!
A Taste of Fire is filthy little one-shot/missing scene I'm working on with @ajconstantine that takes place in the universe of her longer fic Temple of the Muses. TotM is a Good Omens human AU that takes place in Victorian times, featuring sex worker/courtesan Crowley and wealthy Earl of Eastgate Aziraphale.
Before they get together, Crowley spends his young life training to be a courtesan in France. Lucifer's character (who goes by Lucien in this fic) is the bordello owner and in spite of his personal rule not to get involved with his employees, he does develop a bit of a thing for Crowley.
For those following TotM, this fic is the missing scene after Lucien has secretly bid on Crowley's virginity, and he finds out about it and...yeah.
Here's a fun little edit we did together because I found this guy for Lucien's facecast, his name is Benoit Marechal, and he is...<drools>
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And a little snippet of the fic!
“Come here, stable boy…don’t be shy. How about we put that pretty mouth to good use, and you show me what you’ve learned,” Lucien crooned, beckoning Crowley closer with the hand that still lazily clutched his champagne flute, while the other slid down to palm himself between his wide-spread legs.  
Swallowing thickly, Crowley took a few uncertain steps forward. His mind was still trying to wrap itself around the idea that Lucien wanted him…had bid 600 francs—a staggering amount of money, more money than Crowley had seen in his entire life—for the right to…Crowley felt a flush flood his cheeks…
Oh fuck.
Crowley closed the short distance between them and stopped, awaiting instructions. He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered, darting from the well-muscled planes of Lucien’s chest beneath his clothes and down further still to the prominent bulge in his trousers. Lucien lifted an eyebrow at him before flicking his fingers in a downward gesture, the corner of his mouth quirking as he raised his champagne to his lips. Obediently, Crowley dropped to his knees between Lucien’s legs. His hands weren’t about to wait for permission, already stroking reverently up his thighs as he looked up into the older man’s face. He watched raptly as Lucien thumbed open his own trouser buttons, revealing his half-hard cock and rolling his hips expectantly towards Crowley's mouth, which was already watering at the sight of him.
“My third rule,” Lucien grunted as Crowley leaned in, sucking just the tip of him eagerly into his mouth, “is that while I shall not pursue anything that is painful or otherwise distasteful to you,” Crowley moaned as he felt Lucien’s long fingers wind into his hair and tug, “Je préfère être en charge. Tu seras bon pour moi, oui?’ (I prefer to be in charge. You will be good for me, yes?)
(I haven't accuracy checked the French yet, so hopefully it's close)
Thank you for the ask, m'dear!! <3 <3 <3
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labelleizzy · 4 months
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The smut fic readers' challenge:
Putting down the pornography in order to take a phone call from one's doctor, and shifting gears mentally.
Currently reading:
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relicsongmel · 4 months
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ACE ATTORNEY FAN SPOTTED ON BABY NAME FORUMS LMAO
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filmtribv · 1 year
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Boss-Arse-Bitch
TED LASSO 3.02
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davidluongart · 1 month
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Closeup details of an Ares illustration entry that I made for my Sing O Muse zine contribution last year. Ares, in my version, is often hanging out with Aphrodite and the Graces, Hera + her daughters, and Poseidon the most, either for his warrior bodyguard duty or just running casual errands in his home. Zine is out now, so you better check them out and grab them while you can since they are still piping hot from fresh printing !!!!
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The temple background was that of Aphrodite Ourania in Kythera, one of the oldest structures dedicated to her located in mainland Greece dated from the 6th century BC, which was later converted into Agioi Anargyroi church (St. Cosmas & Damian) during Byzantine times.
According to legend, Aphrodite was born from the sea foam stranding to the seashores of Alvemonas Bay of Kythera first before arriving in Paphos, Cyprus. Aphrodite Ourania, as in her “heavenly love” aspect was depicted as an armed warrior goddess within this modest temple right here, and there are still fully preserved walls + niches within the current ruined building along with its Doric columns!!!!
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Over on the sight of the divine couple is another chryselephantine statue of Aphrodite Ourania herself, with her foot standing on a tortoise. Made out of gold & ivory, with black stone eyes and carved by the famed Phidias who was known for the Athena Parthenos and Athena Promachos in the Parthenon, Athens; as well as the statue of Zeus of Olympia. (I knew that this statue of Aphrodite Ourania would later be transferred to Elis, in the further northern region of Arcadia, but I still loved it to be standing there, tbh.)
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windsweptinred · 2 years
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On the bookshelf of Professor Gadlings wall, between the works of the great recorders of history, from Ovid to Sima Qian to Bede. Stands a bust of the muse Clio, Goddess of history. A source of motivation. In turn, the muse watches as he bestows knowledge of years past on his young disciples like no other. How he inspires and ignites the passion of history in new minds. And selects her latest protege. He is her high priest, his office, her temple.
But she discovers her chosen has another house of worship. Swathed in poppies. Bedecked in dreamscapes. And at its heart, behind the Altar, betwixt the whiskys and the wines is the golden head of her ex brother in law.
A war of, 'Mine!' commenses.
Hob getting ever more curious why whenever him and Dream get it on in his office, Dream either turns his bust of Clio to face the wall, or just spends the whole time smirking at it.
Hob trying to bring a miniature statue of Clio back to his wee flat above the New Inn for his work desk. And continually finding it outside in the parking lot by the recycling bin.
Hob putting a little vase of freshly plucked poppies in his office window. Just to have them wilt within an hour. Every damn time.
Hob putting up a few historical dipictions alongside his personal collection of dream inspired artworks in the pubs dining area. Yet they always seem to meet with some misfortune.
Hobs office radio gets stuck on a perpetual loop of dream related tracks.
Hobs Pub TV in the New Inn refusing to show anything but BBC historical docu-dramas.
Two temples, two 'gods'. There's only one way to settle this...FIGHT!
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Fae!Gale @ me because I keep changing the dialogue of the current scene in ch. 3 so he's been sitting injured in the same spot for the past 4 fucking days
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spiderwarden · 22 days
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To Bhaal Resisting Dark Urges, imagine for a moment after they have risen form the temple fiasco they hear a ruckus behind them. Imagine the blessing has been moved to someone more willing and grateful for the gift of murder. Just imagine for a second-
Bhaalspawn Minthara
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greenthena · 5 months
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Best part about writing fiction is when a new character appears. When I sat down this morning, I didn't know this guy. But now he's an integral part of the narrative. Always been there, in fact. I just hadn't met him yet.
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euniveve · 3 months
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You guys don’t know them but you will soon
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thesteriuswife · 6 months
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Hmm... *thinking out loud* what if Dia was some sort of priestess or temple maiden when she met Theseus and that's why she was still unwed at that point in time...
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repuls1ve · 1 year
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Ixion in Tartarus on the Wheel, 1731 - Bernard Picart
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ride-a-dromedary · 18 days
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Something about Halsin and stained glass windows scratches my brain.
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relicsongmel · 3 months
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Reblog if you love this girl ❤️
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