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lovelyannoyingcat · 1 year
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Whether you’re an experienced baker or a complete beginner, you don’t need mountains of storage space to achieve baking excellence. Reclaim your kitchen space with this professional seven-piece stacking bakeware set.
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coquelicoq · 5 months
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we get a lot of really great stuff in system collapse about murderbot's relationships with ART and ratthi, which makes sense, because it spends almost the entire book with them. but i also love how even though mensah isn't there for most of the story, other people keep reminding mb of her:
chapter 2, page 25: “From ART’s personnel file, she [Karime] was older than Mensah and she didn’t look like an intrepid space explorer, either, even in the protective environmental suit.”
2, 27: “It took Karime three seconds to process the abrupt statement. (She was almost as good at not looking annoyed as Mensah was.) She kept her expression neutral and patient.”
2, 28: “In the underground colony room, Karime lifted her brows. ‘Another occupied site?’ I thought she was being careful not to show too much reaction. It was the way Mensah would have played it.”
4, 70: “Iris looked at me and I saw her hesitate, because her hesitation looked a lot like Dr. Mensah’s hesitation. And I realized I really didn’t want to go down there.”
5, 104: "Iris has that same thing as Dr. Mensah, the thing where she’s able to look and sound calm under circumstances where shit is possibly about to go down.”
it's spent so much time with her and it knows her so well and respects her so much that she's the model against which it compares all other humans. it thinks about her when they're not together. it's protective of her. it has such total faith in her competence. it (non-romantically) loves her and doesn't want to not see her again. idk man, it just gets to me! and they were teammates (oh my god they were teammates!!)
bonus:
I said, aloud, "You have to be kidding me." (ch. 2, p. 28)
seven pages later, in reaction to the same thing:
Mensah had had time to review the feed video. She muttered, "Oh, you have to be kidding me." Yeah.
twinsies 🥰
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caterpillarinacave · 2 months
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I love Charlotte and Henry and they're super underrated. And I would VERY MUCH like to hear the headcanons whirring about in your brain.
Oh well buckle up cause literally all I think about is head cannons. Like, you know how cells replace themselves every few years? Mine have replaced themselves with head cannons. *Sorry it took me a hot moment to answer this ask, I was busy howling into my pillow whenever I tried to articulate thoughts.*
First of all, they’re very cuddly. They basically sleep on top of each other (Charlotte hasn’t needed a pillow in decades). Henry cant sleep well without Charlotte in his arms and Charlotte can’t sleep well anywhere other than Henry’s arms so it works out. Plus, they both do that thing where they jerk awake like the world is ending and scare the shit out of each other, so sleeping in a hug that basically pins them both down saves some energy at 2am. Henry’s perpetually cold and sleeps under like, four blankets, so Charlotte just wears summer nightgowns all year and wraps herself around Henry like a koala.
Naturally there’s an angsty side to the incessant cuddling because that’s just the way I role.
Charlotte sleeps with her head on Henry’s chest so she can always feel him breathing because, by the angel, she remembers when he wasn’t. She sleeps with a hand on his pulse point because she wakes up in the middle of the night and she’s still half asleep they might as well be on the floor in that mountain and she might as well still be desperately swearing she didn’t imagine his heartbeat.
While on the topic of soul crushing feelings of guilt, y’all remember from Clockwork Angel that Henry was the one who told Mortmain what a Pyxis was? And he wanted Charlotte to tell the clave that and she wouldn’t because “they already treat him so badly”? Because I do. And so does Henry.
(I’ve got a whole WIP that I love very dearly about this head cannon and this chess game hehe) There’s one random old tutor who goes to the London institute once a month-ish, basically to hand out a few weeks of homework to any shadow hunters who don’t have their own tutors. Most shadow hunters who live in a more rural area show up a few times a year so the clave knows they’re alive and at least somewhat literate. Charlotte attends them every month since, you know, she lives there, but Henry lives somewhere around Yorkshire so he shows up every few months. The professor is kind of a dick ngl. He doesn’t help Charlotte with any school why would a woman need to be so well educated? “Go on find a husband and stop worrying you’re pretty little head” sort of shit. Henry drives him insane because he’s a) some random kid who’s smarter than him and b) didn’t use any of the professors materials to get that smart. Professor Douche is constantly trying to get him to be wrong about something, or at least flustered about something and he doesnt ever do either of those things, and even more aggravating he refuses to get upset. (He honestly just assumed the professor wasn’t that smart.)
Charlotte’s a really good student of course, but she’s having a shit time with some mathematics and the professor absolutely refuses to help her with it. Eventually she asks Henry if he wouldn’t mind helping her with it, which he’s happy to do (once he figures out that’s what shes actually asking lol.)
Charlotte is incredibly distracted the entire time by Henry’s freckles (and eyes. And hands. And the way his hair curls on the nape of his neck. And the spots of gold and green in his hazel eyes that flashed as bright as the sun when the light catches them. And-), but they get through it in an hour or two which leaves them alone in a deserted wing of the institute. They end up playing a game chess. Charlottes a decent player and thought since Henry had never showed any interest in chess it would be a probably be an evenly matched game. She didn’t know what hit her. He beat her in like, eight minutes, eighty percent of which were spent on the last two moves by Charlotte who, upon realizing she was fucked, spent five minutes staring at the board trying to figure out when he even started beating her. She was sitting there having a whole crisis, (she’d been distracted by a man who probably doesn’t like her, and certainly doesn’t think much of her now after a pathetic loss like that and now she’ll have to sit hear and wallow in failure-) just preparing for him to start that whole smug gloating thing men do when they win and Henry you know. Didn’t. He just put the pieces away and thanked her for the game, in that very genuine way, with the gloomy London evening light casting a depressing shadow across the room, a shadow that he stood out against all gentle, kind, bright and brimming with a sort of barely contained passion. If Charlotte had ever doubted that shadow hunters had come from straight angels then sitting there, looking at a boy stained in soot, who she loved more than anything else to walk the earth, she would never doubt it again.
(It wasn’t until after Henry won and noticed Charlotte hadn’t said anything in a while that he remember people don’t like losing. Honestly he was playing just to be around her and he would have thrown the game if he could conceptualize how to do that on the fly. They spent like five minutes in autistic silence waiting for the other to stand up and declare newfound hatred.)
In true British fashion the a modern tea bag would kill them both.
When they were both 13 or 14 Charlotte mentioned she was dreading winter because it’s so bleak and dark (and her mom had died a few winters before, though she didn’t drop that in casual conversation). Anyways, come winter Henry brought her a marigold preserved in something like resin. She kept it in her jewelry box for years and after they got married she found out he had literally dozens of them. Whenever he came across a particularly bright flower he preserved it and set it aside. He was never quite brave enough to give them to her pre-TID, but he now leaves them for her when she’s particularly sad or stressed. She keeps them all in a drawer- they fit together like little tiles, and still look as fresh as they would had they just been plucked from the ground.
Somewhat surprisingly Henry doesn’t really lose stuff, with the singular exception being his own medical equipment. He’s lost the leg braces he wears every single day of his life before. Charlotte’s not usually speechless but she wasn’t sure what to say to that one.
Henry gave Charlotte a watch with a hands and numbers that can glow the same way a modern day one would. It’s absolutely beautiful, durable and accurate, even if Henry set himself on fire at least four times making it. (They can say with confidence that that watch is fireproof)
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Honestly, I could go on and on, then on some more, but technically I’m supposed to be writing a paper on gut micro biomes that’s due tomorrow, so I figured I’d cut myself of. In conclusion, I love them dearly, they love each-other dearly, they deserve the world, all I can think about is them, and the world can pry them out of my cold dead hands.
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moving-to-dreamwinged · 5 months
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big baking plans 4 today 💯💯 pastry chef gf will be real again
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naomiknight-17 · 7 months
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Okay clearly this person thought they were being nice on my post comparing my fail cookies (that were ugly but edible) to my beautiful carefully-crafted artwork cookies and cupcakes that i'm very proud of
But starting with 'I don't give a fuck' about something I clearly care very much about and have sunk years and tens of thousands of dollars into honing and building my skills in the hopes that I can someday make that thing into a career...
Maybe it's not as nice as you think. Maybe you should just keep that shit to yourself
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selfconsumerofmywoes · 2 months
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going to try and do another 100 words of my essay (lol yeah right), get a shower, then run to the shop and get me some currents for *welsh cakes*
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I use metal tins when baking instead of silicone, there's too much that can go wrong
For real. I have a metal cake mould for Gugelhupf (specific kind of fancy ring shape) that my grandma gave me and that thing works perfectly still. Trusting in tradition here. I don’t even bake much but metal cupcake moulds are probably a good investment.
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not-equippedforthis · 5 months
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have you tried baking anything of late? I myself got off a spiffing dry cake just yesterday, and nothing beats newly made warm bread buns, they're simply corking in the morning. it's an atrocity that i can't find an english word for them.
maybe i should change the question, is there anything you like to make and consume?
aaa wonderful question!! warm bread buns <33
i actually love baking in my spare time and trying new cooking recipes (although i have a sweet tooth so i tend to bake more skbf)
i have a chocolate crinkle cookie recipe that i hang onto like a lifeline and i make it very often:
also lemon desserts!!! (i love lemon. i fucking love lemon) apple breads are cool. id love to expand to other stuff! pancakes, crepes, simple bread bun recipes are also great. i actually havent made anything in a while, i should do that - we're an ingredient household but ironically we dont have a lot of the ingredients you need for a lot of desserts, so i have to go out of my way to buy them
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upuptahquamenon · 1 year
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$0.61* Bread (no kneading)
3 1/4 cups flour 2 tsps salt 1/2 tsp active dry yeast 1 1/2 cups water (warm/hot)
Combine water, salt, and yeast Mix in flour (forms a shaggy dough) Grease top, cover, let sit at room temp for 12-18 hours Preheat oven to 450^F with a dutch oven and lid inside Dust parchment paper with flour, pinch dough into itself to form a smooth ball Use parchment paper as handles to place dough into dutch oven Bake for 30 minutes Remove lid and bake for 10 more minutes Remove bread and allow to cool for 1 hour before cutting into loaf
Recipe from Becky Jones with modified instructions
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It should be said as we are approaching the final two episodes that the bakes should be done using the oven and the stove. 
THE OVEN AND THE STOVE.
Not a bunsen burner, not shining a magnifiying glass at the sun, not rubbing two sticks of wood together to make an open flame, not an outdoor fire pit, not with the heat of their palms, not by dancing in a circle and praying to the elements
OVEN AND STOVE
This is in fact not up for debate.
I am watching you Paul and Prue
DON’T YOU DARE!
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kliix · 2 years
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putting pcs in my phone case like they're stat boosters
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hobohobgoblim · 1 year
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gonna go out into the frigid garden and work on my workshop shed because my housemate is driving me cray. she's got this thing where when I get the house clean and tidy she takes that as her cue to empty one room into all the communal space to "organize" her dozens of hobbies and in the process renders the rest of the house uninhabitable. Then she gives up half way through requiring me to finish it if I want to ever see our floors again. All the while she whisper-chants song lyrics from her headphones like an creepy ghost radio. And ALWAYS starts this shit when I want a day to chill out. I know that she's got ADHD up the wahoo but any attempt to come to some sort of mutually acceptable solution means I get snapped at and told I'm a bad friend for. I really want my own place but I've invested soooo much time and effort into this place and I cannot even begin to afford renting on my own.
Needed to vent somewhere. Lucky you Tumblr.
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starswake--archived · 2 years
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running motive rn is "so i can go home and bake a carrot cake for my sisters and for my bday" so idk what that says lol
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thicc-astronaut · 1 year
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I wonder if you could design a machine to continually bake bread in long rolling sheet. Like you have a conveyor belt through a two-mile-long oven and you don’t cut up the bread at all. it’s just a moving sheet with a gradual gradient from dough and bread.
This is part of an idea to eventually mass-produce sandwiches btw
If anyone has any ideas about this please tell I’d loaf to hear (I’d love to hear)
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lovphobic · 1 year
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The pioneer woman sifter does look nice but you can get away with using a mesh strainer if that's a better price for you!
unfortunately we have definitely left the store by now but we are just gonna ball. idk how im gonna do this but its gonna get done regardless. will it get done well? probably not. but this is a test run so its ok if its ugly
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iframachine · 9 days
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