#batch baking

[what-marsha-eats]

Apple Pie with Coffee-Cake Crumble

To represent New York, aka the Big Apple, Stacey Mei Yan Fong created two versions of her apple pie recipe -- a large traditional 10-inch pie as well as multiple individual pies. This recipe is from Fong's cookbook 50 Pies, 50 States.

Active time: 30 minutes Bake time: 1 hour Total time: 2 hours 30 min Makes: 10-inch pie

Ingredients All-Butter Crust, homemade or preferred store bought, rolled out, fit into a greased10-inch pie pan, crimped, and frozen

Filling 1/2 cup granulated sugar 1/2 cup packed light brown sugar 1/4 cup all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg 7 Granny Smith apples (about 1 pound), peeled, cored, and cubed 2 teaspoons lemon juice

Crumble topping 1 cup packed light brown sugar 2 cups all-purpose flour 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened

Directions

Make the filling: Combine the granulated sugar, brown sugar, flour, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg in a large bowl. Stir to combine. Toss the cubed apples in the lemon juice and coat with the spice mixture. Set aside.

Make the topping: In a large mixing bowl, stir together the brown sugar, flour, and cinnamon to combine. Add the softened butter and mix until it resembles coarse breadcrumbs.

Fill and bake the pie: Preheat the oven to 375 F. Fill the crust with the filling and top with the crumble topping. Bake on a baking sheet on the center rack for 1 hour, rotating the pie 90 degrees every 15 minutes, until golden brown. Allow to cool for at least 1 hour before serving. Enjoy à la mode or with the strongest cup of coffee you've got while "New York, New York" blares loudly!

Version 2: Mini Apple Pies with Coffee-Cake Crumble

Active time: 3 hours Bake time: 6 hours Total time: 13 hours Makes: 150 3-inch mini pies

Ingredients Crust All-Butter Crust x 7, rolled out 1/4-inch thick and cut into 150 3-inch rounds, or preferred store bought crust

Filling 2 1/2 cups granulated sugar 2 1/2 cups packed light brown sugar 1 cup all-purpose flour 5 teaspoons ground cinnamon 1 1/2 teaspoons ground ginger 1 1/2 teaspoons ground nutmeg 35 Granny Smith apples (about 5 pounds), peeled, cored, and diced 5 tablespoons lemon juice

Crumble topping 1 1/2 cups packed light brown sugar 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour 1 1/2 tablespoons ground cinnamon 3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened

Directions

Make the filling: Combine the granulated sugar, brown sugar, flour, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg in a large bowl and stir to combine. Toss the diced apples in the lemon juice and coat with the spice mixture. Set aside.

Make the topping: In a large mixing bowl, stir together the brown sugar, flour, and cinnamon to combine. Add the softened butter and mix until it resembles coarse breadcrumbs.

Fill and bake the pies: Preheat the oven to 375 F. Fit each cup of the muffin tin with a dough round. Fill each with about 1/4 cup filling and top with about 2 tablespoons crumble topping. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes, until golden brown.

Repeat until all dough, filling, and topping are used. Keep dough rounds in the fridge in between batches to keep them nice, cool, and workable. After baking, allow to cool for at least 1 hour before removing from muffin tin. Enjoy!

#pie #apple pie #mini pies #light brown sugar #granny smith apples #lemon juice #crumble topping #ground ginger #stacey mei yan fong #batch baking

[fullcravings]

Two Huge Chocolate Chip Cookies

#small batch #serves two #chocolate chip #cookies #food #kids #brown sugar #dessert #baking #recipe #pinchofyum

[collophora]

Sleep time.

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars fanart #the bad batch fanart #tbb #tbb fanart #I was trying coloring methods #idk #they still rely on me doing a clean sketch #and I'm really bad at doing clean sketches #and color tooo #It felt like most of the time I success randomly without knowing why #which is a problem if you wanna do it on command to get a job ya know #or do commissions #oh btw I finally cut my hair #I baked sweet potatoes cinnamon rolls too #Ok bye

[punkitt-is-here]

sweet victory

#had to film a ''process'' for my documentary class so i made a baking video of me making my world famous chocochip cookies #this batch is particularly gooey and delicious i am so delighted #bweenop #my posts #my art #punkitt

[octavianiscougarbait]

Cato's globi for my Latin class, packaged before I can get hungry again.

#ancient rome #cato the elder #ancient recipes #baking #cooking #dessert #my husband and i ate the whole first batch

[leemarkies]

omega - s3 ep4: a different approach

#star wars #the bad batch #omega #swsource #star wars gifs #the bad batch gifs #omega gifs #bad batch #bad batch gifs #the bad batch omega #my.gifs #ok i pinky promise i have some kpop posts in the oven !!! they're almost done baking! #but i warned y'all this would be my hyperfixation until further notice!

[yenpondering]

Since December last year I've been learning how to bake 🤡✌️

#my house literally didn't have an operating oven for years #and then my dad replaced it and at one point i swear it just didn't work #but then i discovered that it is indeed still alive 🤡🤡🤡 #the giant batch of cookies on different plates was done for Christmas #i went cookie baking crazy for 1 night #my coworkers and managers are also willing guinea pigs with my baking #as long as i don't poison them any thing goes lol

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 22: Human Weapon / Worked Themselves to Exhaustion

@febuwhump prompt Alt 4: Human Weapon @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Worked Themselves to Exhaustion

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Omega, Crosshair, Hunter Set when they are all living happily on Pabu Word Count: ~2440 Read Here on A03

Synopsis: Omega wants to celebrate her friend's birthday, and finds out Crosshair's thoughts on the subject.

100% inspired by the fact I baked cupcakes for Season 3 launch day

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Crosshair leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Omega through eyed narrowed in suspicion. The clone girl was up to her elbows in ingredients, packets and boxes discarded messily around her as she focussed with forceful concentration on the large mixing bowl.

Omega’s hands, arms and apron were all streaked with powdery white debris from where she had tipped the bag of flour with too much enthusiasm, and she spread the mess to her face when she tried to wipe her hair out of her eyes with the back of her arm.

“I don’t know why you’re going to all this trouble,” Crosshair said with a deprecating edge of boredom to his voice. “What’s the point?”

He reached out and snagged a party snack from a nearby platter, cubes of cheese and pineapple skewered neatly on wooden cocktail sticks. Omega smacked his retreating hand with the back of her mixing spoon; he grinned unrepentantly and held her gaze whilst devouring the dainty snack and turning the cocktail stick in his mouth like a toothpick.

“Crosshair! Those are for the party guests!” Omega scolded, putting down her current utensil and whisking the platter out of Crosshair’s reach.

Crosshair merely shrugged, licking the batter residue of her assault from his hand before folding his arms.

“And the point is, it’s Lyana’s birthday! We’re going to celebrate. I told Shep I would make the cake.”

“You don’t know how to make cake,” said Crosshair bluntly.

Omega grit her teeth and returned to her bowl, starting to mix again. “That’s why I’m following a recipe,” she told him, in the tone of voice one uses with someone struggling to grasp a simple concept.

Crosshair scooped up a broken eggshell and inspected it. It had taken Omega five minutes to fish the remnants of the shell out of the cake batter earlier when she had misjudged the force needed to crack the egg into the bowl.

“Still don’t see why you’re bothering,” he said, turning to toss the eggshell into the bin with precision accuracy. “It’s not like Lyana’s ever going to do something like this for you.”

“Why not?” said Omega grumpily.

“You’re a clone,” was Crosshair’s flat reply. “Clones don’t have birthdays.”

Omega paused in her task, looking up at him with wide brown eyes.

“Birthdays are a stupid nat-born tradition,” continued Crosshair, glaring about at the mess in the kitchen. “All this fuss over one day. They get older every day, and yet make such a noise about marking this one day in particular.” He jabbed a finger in Omega’s direction. “You don’t have a birthday. Lyana is never going to make cake for you. So why bother doing this for her?”

For a moment Omega just stared at him, mouth hanging open in shock as she processed his unexpected diatribe. Then she returned to her mix with renewed ferocity, scraping the spoon along the edges of the bowl and scooping the batter out into the waiting cake tin.

“We get decanted,” she said, a little crossly. “That’s like being born.”

Crosshair barked a bitter laugh. “What are you going to do, celebrate your decanting anniversary?”

“I could!” Omega snapped back, fixing him with a glare before returning to levelling the cake batter. “We all could! Some of Echo’s reg friends from the 501st do. I heard him talking to them about it. They invited him to Coruscant, but he couldn’t go because Tech was upgrading the Marauder.”

Crosshair sniffed and tightened his arms across his chest. Omega didn’t miss the defensive movement, or the way his shoulders rose towards his ears with ill-concealed tension.

Taking a deep breath, Omega shook her thoughts and concentrated on the next step in the cake procedure. She carefully sheathed her hands in the protective heat-mitts before opening the oven, and even more carefully lifted the cake tin down onto the wire shelf.

When she straightened up she took the mitts off and threw one of them at Crosshair.

“Why don’t you want to celebrate your decanting day?” she asked, in that special voice he knew she saved for when she wouldn’t back down from a fight. “What’s so bad about it?”

“For starters, I’m an elite clone commando, not a child,” Crosshair drawled, and the second mitt followed the first. Crosshair dodged, but didn’t break a smile. His face had settled into a familiar frown that they had been seeing less of of late, and Omega paused and walked round to stand beside him instead.

“You can tell me, Crosshair,” she said, leaning her shoulder against his side. He didn’t respond immediately, so she let her head rest against his upper arm as well. “Why don’t you want to talk about your decanting day?”

Crosshair huffed and shrugged her off, so she returned to standing, looking up at him expectantly. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, teeth clenching hard around the toothpick as he chewed on his answer.

“I don’t know about the regs,” he said at length, voice soft and sibilant above the hum of the oven, “but for enhanced clones, your decanting day anniversary was a day for the Kaminoans to take you and test you, measure you, make sure you were developing as expected…” He trailed off, shaking his head sharply as though it could dispel the memories. He scrunched his eyes shut, head dropping forwards. “It was a convenient day for them to check you were on target. If you weren’t performing adequately, or if they found a defect…”

When he trailed off Omega reached out tentatively, trying to rest her small, messy hand over his. Crosshair flinched his hand out of reach.

“We were designed to be human weapons,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Decanting day was when they performed their quality control checks.”

Omega could see the tremor that had set up in his tall frame, and made another attempt to capture his hand. This time she twined her sticky cake-batter fingers through his, taking his arm from where it was folded across his chest and letting it drop between them as they stood side by side, both looking forwards at the messy kitchen counter rather than at each other.

“I’m sorry that you had to be scared of that, Crosshair,” she said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as she spoke.

Crosshair’s fingers twitched in return. He didn’t return the pressure of her hand, but it was something, and at least this time he wasn’t trying to pull away.

“We’re on Pabu now,” Omega continued, her voice lighter. “No more tests. For any of us.” She gave a small smile. “Just Lyana’s birthday party.”

Crosshair grunted a noise that might have been agreement. Then he took his hand back from hers, wiping the stickiness off on her shoulder.

“Ew, Crosshair!” Omega protested. “I’m wearing an apron for a reason!”

“You should clean up this mess before Hunter gets home,” said Crosshair, gesturing at the kitchen. “Maybe wash the flour out your hair too.”

Omega heaved a sigh, brushed her hands down the front of her apron, and began to clean up.

*

“Crosshair, the cake… it’s stuck…”

Crosshair peered over with feigned disinterest. Omega shook the cake-tin hard, only for the top of it to break away and land in a fragmented pile on the cooling rack, whilst the base stayed resolutely stuck inside the cake tin.

Omega gasped in dismay and turned the tin over, inspecting the damaged remains of her baking attempt. Crosshair picked up the datapad she had been using, skimming the recipe.

“Did you remember to grease the cake tin before you poured the batter in?” he asked drily.

Omega groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m going to have to do the whole thing again.”

“Looks like it.” Crosshair checked the chrono on the datapad. “Better hurry it up, too. You haven’t got long before the party.”

Reluctantly, but with a sense of urgency, Omega began to retrieve the baking ingredients and equipment she had so carefully stowed and washed up. Crosshair watched with the faintest smile as she began the process again.

*

Lyana’s birthday party went late into the night. Long after the children were dozing the adults sat and talked and drank and laughed.

Omega curled up at the end of Lyana’s bed, both girls chatting before conversation lapsed into sleepy yawns, and eventually quiet. Omega was vaguely aware of the door opening, and being lifted from her position on top of Lyana’s covers and held close against a warm, familiar torso.

“Kid’s tired out,” came Hunter’s voice, his usually gruff tone softened with a smile.

“Worked herself to exhaustion baking two birthday cakes,” came a snarky, sibilant reply, and Omega smiled into Hunter’s shoulder at Crosshair’s presence.

The gentle swaying motion of being carried against Hunter’s body was enough to keep her lulled at the edge of sleep, but the cool night air tugged at her consciousness to stop her dropping off completely. Omega nestled closer to Hunter’s chest and kept her eyes closed as she listened to the brothers talk.

“Omega wants her own birthday celebration,” Crosshair told Hunter after a while. He sounded dubious as he said it.

Hunter breathed a snort. “What for?”

“That’s what I said. She said we should celebrate our decanting day anniversary.”

A ripple of tension passed through Hunter’s body. Omega stilled her breath, listening to the way his heart-rate spiked. Her fingers curled a little in his scarf, and she hoped he hadn’t noticed she was awake.

“Hardly a day to celebrate,” muttered Hunter.

Omega felt them slow to a halt. She risked peeking one eye open, trying to see what was happening. Hunter was staring distantly at the dark ocean around the island, and Crosshair was stood beside him with one hand on the back of his brother’s shoulder, thumb rubbing soothingly up and down the nape of Hunter’s neck.

“You’re still here,” he murmured. The hand stilled, then squeezed his shoulder.

“Almost wasn’t,” breathed Hunter softly.

Crosshair’s voice was neutral. “I know.”

A few moments of silence. Then Hunter drew a shuddering breath and started walking again.

“So Omega wants a decanting day party.”

“Yeah.”

A short head-shake.

“I don’t know. It brings back a lot of memories.”

They stopped again. Now Omega felt herself being lifted from Hunter’s arms, before Crosshair gently laid her down on a bench.

She opened her eyes and watched as Crosshair returned to his brother, folding both arms around him and drawing him into a close embrace. Hunter buried his face in Crosshair’s shoulder, hands grabbing fistfuls of his brother’s shirt, and Cross stroked one hand through Hunter’s hair, humming soothingly.

“We’re on Pabu now,” he whispered, and Omega recognised her own words. “No more tests. For any of us.”

*

Crosshair tilted the mixing bowl towards Omega, an annoyed scowl on his face. “Is this mixed enough?”

Omega rolled her eyes and pushed the bowl back to him. “No! Look, you can still see lumps of butter, and all these sugar crystals. It has to be beaten properly.”

“What does that even mean?” growled Crosshair in annoyance.

“It means mix until smooth and fully combined,” Omega told him patiently. “When that’s done, you can add the eggs.”

“At least I’ll remember to grease the tin,” the sniper muttered as he returned to beating the mixture. Omega leaned her elbows on the counter, watching him with a smile.

“Why did you decide you wanted to learn to bake, anyway?” she asked cheerily.

An uncharacteristic flush spread across Crosshair’s cheeks and he narrowed his eyes, concentrating fully on the task in front of him. ���No reason,” he said, a lie so obvious it made it hard to question.

Crosshair’s impatience was clear as Omega talked him through the rest of the recipe, including turning up the temperature on the oven in the hope that the cake would cook faster. Omega rescued the situation when she smelled the charcoal scent of burning batter, turning the oven back down and opening the door to let the curling smoke escape.

Crosshair glared at the finished cake, blackened round the edges, as it cooled on the wire rack.

“It’s awful,” he declared in annoyance.

“It’ll be fine once you cut these bits off,” said Omega, sawing at the burnt sections with a knife. “Or, you could start again–”

“This one will be fine.”

*

Crosshair tracked Hunter down to the docks, where the former sergeant was helping unload the fishing vessels as they came in. He grabbed his brother without explanation, pulling him to one side.

“What’s the matter, Crosshair?” asked Hunter, concerned, a feeling which only grew when Crosshair refused to meet his eyes.

“I made this for you,” muttered the sniper sullenly, extending a shallow card box about a foot across. Hunter took it with a puzzled look.

“Open it then,” snapped Crosshair, turning away and folding his arms. His frame was written with the kind of tension that spoke of protecting vulnerabilities, and Hunter raised his eyebrows in soft amusement.

Cracking open the box lid did nothing to ease his confusion. “You got me a cake?” he asked, then recalled his brother’s words. “You… made me a cake.”

He lifted the lid all the way off, inspecting the trimmed edges, still crusted with a small burnt sections here and there. The top of the cake had been messily iced with an uneven layer of buttercream, but on top of that in a contrasting icing colour was a very precisely piped version of his familiar half-skull tattoo.

“It’s stupid,” said Crosshair quickly, like he needed to insult his own creation before Hunter could. “But I thought…”

He trailed off, then fished a toothpick out of his pocket and chewed on it anxiously.

Hunter waited for him to continue, and when he didn’t he prompted, “What did you think, Cross?”

Crosshair huffed in annoyance, glaring out over the sea as he spoke. “It’s your decanting day,” he muttered. “I thought… maybe if I made it special, maybe if you had a cake, like a nat-born birthday… then it’d be a nicer thing for you to think about than remembering the year you were almost decommissioned.”

Hunter looked at the cake for a moment, then up at his brother, a soft smile touching the corners of his lips.

“Did you bring a knife to cut it with?”

The relieved exhale Crosshair gave released some of the tension from his frame. “You… you want to eat it?”

Hunter grinned and nudged his shoulder to his brother’s.

“Yeah,” he said, “but only if I can share it with you.”

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday22 #febuwhumpalt4 #human weapon #badthingshappenbingo #worked themselves to exhaustion #posting at quarter past midnight #because anytime after midnight is technically febuwhump day 22 morning #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #omega and crosshair #hunter and crosshair #baking cakes on pabu #what more can you want

[dumborangecat]

All the Finn (cake)'s r here this time ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

I messed up and ran out of blue liners so I had to use red, just ignore that lol

#adventure time #fionna and cake #finn the human #finn mertens #fionna campbell #fern the human #baking #these ones turned out better than the last batch #the last ones were kinda dry (⇀‸↼‶) #can’t wait to eat ferns silly little face

[noblelightfighter]

Random Baking Thoughts

While bagging cookies: "Wait, so people are saying that Tech's height changed from 6'4" to 5'10". How did he lose fricken six inches of his height?? And where did he lose those six inches??? His legs?? His spine?? Does he have scoliosis now and his back is a sever 's' shape of a spine because he fell and possibly crushed by the car??? Are his organs squished? How is he not paralyzed?? Or is he paralyzed and they just have the technology to make him not paralyzed??"

Old boss walks in: So how's your bread looking today?

Me: What the?!

#the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch tech #tbb tech #the bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #Random Baking Thoughts #rbt #lightfigther #noblelightfighter

[fullcravings]

Single Serve Matilda Chocolate Cake

#single serve #small batch #matilda #chocolate #cake #film inspired #baking #recipe #birthday #kids #layer #frosting #fudge #dark chocolate #annikaeats

[rocksinmuffin]

Without posting any details because I do not want to bum anyone out, I have been having one of the most stressful weeks I have ever had in over a decade so I want the people who are waiting on their commissions to know I HAVE been working on them and they WILL be out soon but also I am going to unhealthily cope today by getting edible high and watching the bad CATS 2019 musical and posting on my @adamsandgirl high blog because I need to shut my brain off but also do the funniest self harm possible

#rantsinmuffin #drug mention #I am joking about the last bit this is not self harm for me #it is still an unhealthy coping mechanism but fuck it I am over 30 years old and I am allowed to make bad decisions #I am also baking a fat batch of brownies right now because they are gonna be sooooo good when I am high

[heyclickadee]

So, today on silly headcanons that don’t matter and would probably never apply to the batch’s situation but I like them anyway: Random thoughts on what would happen if each of the batchers had to make a cake (and had unlimited access to all of the ingredients that they’d need):

Omega: Woo!! Cake!! *makes a bunch of space chocolate (there’s space chocolate, right?) cupcakes with a few different colors of icing so that she can put them together and make it look like Ruby. Wrecker keeps walking by to help out and even sneaks her some ruby chocolate chips so it can be a ruby chocolate Ruby cupcake cake. The end result is very cute, even if Omega does have to end up having to use mantell mix to make the face (someone kept eating her cupcakes and she ran out by the time she got to the face). The kitchen, though—it’s a complete disaster by the end, and Omega had the best time making that mess*

Hunter: So…my batter’s cured solid in the mixer. Is that supposed to happen? *Okay, so, his cake looks gorgeous. He’s managed to paint a sunset on Pabu onto what looks like a three tiered cake with buttercream, and it’s got this amazing texture and impressionistic look. Unfortunately, when you cut into it, it’s just three tiers of ground up ration bars fused into a kind of concrete using burnt caramel. It tastes like sand and death.*

Echo: It’ll be perfect as long as I follow the recipe. *He looks at the recipe, sees at least five ingredients he can’t eat, and decides to make a smoothie that he can eat instead. He’s not a big fan of cake, and that’s okay. It’s a really good smoothie.*

Tech: Baking is just chemistry. What could go wrong? *Lots of things. Lots of things can go wrong. Turns out that chemistry (outside of biochem) is a bit of a blind spot for Tech, and our guy can’t just follow directions without experimenting a little. Or a lot. In the end, he does end up with something. It’s not cake, but it’s definitely something. Some might call it clam chowder in a bread bowl. Really good clam chowder in a bread bowl. Just—it’s definitely not cake.*

Crosshair: Hhmm. *Crosshair can’t be too bothered to make a cake, so he buys three boxes of space funfetti cake mix, follows the directions on the box exactly, stacks the three funfetti cakes with funfetti icing in between, and then decorates the whole thing with the icing leftover from both Hunter’s and Omega’s cakes. That said, his piping is amazing. Everyone’s afraid to eat his cake because it looks so pretty. He also ate about five of Omega’s cupcakes, but it’s okay—she kept putting them on his side of the table so that he would.*

Wrecker: YEAH! CAKE TIME, BABY!! *disappears for three days and re-emerges with this gravity defying illusion cake that looks like the Maurader flying over a rocky moon full of B-1s. The B-1s are made of tempered chocolate and full of salted caramel, he’s using at least four different flavors of cake and three different kinds of cream filling, there’s a ganache river on the moon surface, the marauder cake is actually levitating (because Star Wars), it has jets of sugar glass that actually light up coming out of the engine, AND it fires choux pastry proton bombs that actually explode with jogan fruit mousse when they hit the ground. There’s even a whole section especially made for Echo so that he can eat it. And it all tastes perfect. He ends up the designated cake guy on the rare occasions they need a cake, and he couldn’t be more delighted.*

#the bad batch #anyway my general headcanon is that Wrecker would be #both the best cook and the best baker #because he’s the one who cares most about what food actually tastes like #for Hunter it’s more about the smell and the texture #and for Echo it’s more about whether or not he can eat it at all #or whether it will make him sick #Omega is still a kid so she’d still be learning if she ever got the chance to cook at all #Crosshair just wants to finish his damn lunch for once he doesn’t care what it is #and Tech I’m not sure #all that said #most of them have spent most of their lives eating ration bars and nothing else #that’s what they’re used to. #AND it kind of seems like cooking and baking is something of a luxury in the GFFA #but that could just be because of who we are usually following in Star Wars

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Quick question once again

....... Can Legacy eat??

I mean he probably gets his energy from Ajax's body, that's why it's so taxing for him but... Say, for longer transformations. I imagine he would be able to eat if need be, to sustain himself and Ajax. And, like, a whole lot. Man's hungry.

Do you think he can eat human stuff? Does he have a favourite food?? Does he like our cooking????

YES HE DOES AND HE ADORES HOMECOOKED MEALS!!!

Foul Legacy especially likes pastries and baked goods, both savory and sweet. there's something so comforting about them; how they taste, the texture, the way the house always smells SO good after you're done baking- he looooves curling up on the couch and munching on something warm and buttery. Legacy also tries to help you bake, which almost always ends up with both of you laughing and covered in flour from head to toe, and if you're using any fillings like jam or cream, he will absolutely try to sneak a taste when you're not looking!!

it's a little odd, Foul Legacy never feels super hungry, but Ajax is always starving whenever he transforms back- you think it's something about the energy being better moderated in Legacy's body, since it's built for survival. still, your big fluffy Abyss monster loves to snack and taste test food for you, and you always make sure to have something for Ajax to eat whenever he comes back from a fight. if you want a dish that'll win both of their hearts, cook something with seafood!! it reminds Ajax and Legacy of childhood- maybe one day they'll take you to Snezhnaya and you'll get to go ice fishing with them!! it's something to think about :)

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #the baking part is very self indulgent #since i love to bake #i impulsively made a double batch of cinnamon rolls last sunday #it was great they are soooo goooood #short scenario #other's stuff #good evening :)

[striving-artist]

If I’ve decided that I hate one of the colors in my temperature blanket, but it has already been used. Do I continue? Do I frog back one row to catch that one, but not the row that’s back by eight? Or do I leave it, and just never use that one again? I’ll have to readjust the ranges and not think too hard about the first week being Wrong, but no frogging. Or am I compulsive fool and it won’t be obvious once I have more than these first days done so I should continue with the plan?

#yarnblr #I am a perfectionist #and I know that #I have frogged 200yds #because I slipped the ceneter alignment #I have thrown out entire batches of baked goods #because they were ugly compared to the rest #I guess the last option is to start again from the beginning with the new range #it’s only 10 rows total #so… *does math* #it’s only 3960 stitches

[neyswxrld]

of stolen apples and jumping worms

Howzer x reader (gn)

summary: Roasting apples with Howzer!

warnings: none

word count: ~540

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is a little bit personal. with that, i mean my dad is a liar.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

"Okay, you take the apple, and then you just put it on the stick," you explain while doing as you say.

Howzer furrows his eyebrows in concentration, also spearing an apple on the stick.

"Nice! And now you just hold it over the fire!" Again, you do as you say, and he follows.

It was a nice winter evening. You were sitting next to each other on a bonfire, enjoying the heat. Due to the small tree trunk you were sitting on, your legs and shoulders were touching. Although - even if there wasn't that small trunk, you would still be glued to each other's sides.

A blanket was draped over your bodies, providing additional heat.

"Hm... I don't know about that. I still think marshmallows would have been the better choice," he says quietly, looking at the apple a little bit unsurely.

"Wait until you taste it. You'll never want to eat marshmallows ever again," you assure him, but he doesn't look convinced.

"But I like marshmallows. They're perfectly sweet, sticky and unhealthy. And they don't have worms," he instead tries to convince you.

"Worms?" you ask and look at him from the side, a little bit confused at first.

"Yes. Because they're apples from your neighbors' tree. All natural. I bet there are worms in it," Howzer nods with a small smile on his face, not really believing himself.

"Pshh, don't say that too loud! They can't hear that we stole their apples!" you laugh quietly, nudging him a little bit, making him laugh, too.

"When I was younger, my dad always told me that the worms would jump out of the apple because the fire is too hot. We spent hours making baked apples because I always missed the worms," you chuckle, leaning more into him.

Howzer giggles a little bit more, putting his free arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

"I think your dad lied so you would eat his worm apples," he grins, kissing the top of your head.

"How dare you accusing him of lying?" you chuckle, looking at his face again.

"Well, have you ever seen a worm jumping out of an apple?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

"... No," you say, shaking your head a little. Howzer exhales through his nose with a quiet laugh.

"Hush. Just enjoy your baked apple. They look finished," you say, pulling the food out of the flames.

Carefully, you and Howzer blow on your apples, trying to cool them down a bit. After some time, you decide to take your first bite, savoring the sweet and smokey taste of the warm apple on your tongue.

Excited, you watch Howzer take a bite too, looking carefully at the apple.

He chews for a while, many different emotions cross his face before he swallows and looks back at you.

"Tastes like worm."

"What?" you chuckle, looking at him questioningly, "You haven't eaten a worm in your whole life, Howzer. You don't even know how they taste!"

"Well, now I know," he chuckles, too, taking another small bite.

"It tastes okay. I think it would be much better with marshmallows," he says, already reaching for the bag with the white and pink sweets, putting one on top of the baked apple.

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