#is golden syrup a kind of treacle

[uwudonoodle]

Happy pi day! I think stories are always better if they have a delicious pie in them. So here's a random list of pies on screen, that I lowkey want to make and eat. 🥧

🎞 Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

🥧 Gooseberry Pie

The queen poisoned Snow before she could put it in the oven. That's the real tragedy. I've never had a gooseberry pie, but my dad has a small gooseberry bush that might produce enough for a pie some day.

🎞 Julie and Julia

🥧 Chocolate Silk Pie

Julie makes a pie in the opening of the movie while musing about how cooking brings her peace in a chaotic world. I had never had a chocolate silk pie before, but after the movie I looked up a recipe and made it. It's now one of my most requested pies at Thanksgiving. Although I like to use an oreo crust where Julie used a Graham cracker.

🎞 Big Fish

🥧 Apple Pie

Of course the perfect little idyllic town of Spectre, Alabama served hot apple pie. It looked real good too.

🎞 Kiki's Delivery Service

🥧 Herring Pie

At least I think it's a fish pie because of the design on top, not positive. Fish pie wouldn't be my favorite to eat. It was baked in a wood fired oven, and man, did the crust look amazing.

🎞 Harry Potter

🥧 Shepherd's Pie, Pumpkin Pasties, and Treacle Tart

(This includes the books as well since I think only the Pumpkin Pasties are mentioned in the movies.) Shepherd's pie is pure comfort food. We aren't really shown pumpkin pasties, but they sound like mini pumpkin hand pies. I saw Binging with Babish make Treacle tart (Harry's favorite) and now it's on my wish list. I just have to order some golden syrup from the UK to make it.

🎞 Tangled

🥧 Raspberry Rhubarb Pie?

We don't really know what kind of pie Rapunzel bakes in her tower kitchen, but the internet thinks it's raspberry rhubarb, which sounds awesome.

🎞 I, Robot

🥧 Sweet Potato Pie

I love how Will Smith's character is so excited for his Grandma's pie, that he just starts eating without even cutting a slice. Then he tells some stranger on the street to hold it or wear it. 🤣

🎞 Hook

🥧 Imagination Cream Pie

All the imaginary food in Neverland looked amazing to me as a kid. It would be fun to try to make a cream pie that was as colorful as the food in that scene. I wonder what flavor it should be? Inventing new pies is fun.

🎞 The Emperor's New Groove

🥧 Spinach Puffs

Arguably not pie, but it's a filling in a pasty, so close enough. Binging with Babish's recipe looks awesome, but I have yet to try it. Kronk is a proud cook, and I respect him for it.

🎞 Blazing Saddles

🥧 Cream Pie

They did more throwing than eating, but the pies still looked tasty, and it was a good time.

🎞 Waitress (movie and musical)

🥧 Marshmallow Pie, Dark Chocolate Strawberry Pie, Spiced Pumpkin Pie, Chocolate Blackberry Pie, Butterscotch Banana Pudding Pie, Ham and Cheese Quiche, Spaghetti Pie, Pecan Cheesecake, Peach Pie, Cherry Pie, Chocolate Custard Pie, Cinnamon Custard (hope I remembered them all)

Before I saw Waitress, I had made pies, but I never thought about inventing new pies. Jenna got me thinking more creatively. I've since made my own versions of her Dark Chocolate Strawberry, Chocolate Silk, Spaghetti Pie, and Ham and Cheese Quiche. FYI, one of the pies on the DVD cover has a lazy lattice, and I noticed. 👀

📺 Monk

🥧 Chicken Pot Pie

Monk got the crust perfectly placed and then stalled while he counted the peas. It hurt my heart that I never got to see the finished product. I should make more pot pies, they are awesome.

📺 Avatar: The Last Airbender

🥧 Egg Custard Tarts

Avatar did not need a pie to be one of the best shows ever, but it did, because Avatar has it all. The face Aang makes when tempted with egg custard is adorable. Now I know why, as I made an egg custard a few years ago at Christmas.

📺 In Plain Sight

🥧 Lemon Meringue or Banana Cream (I didn't get a good look)

After a long hard day, Mary's partner got her a big slice of pie from a bakery and told her, "Eat pie. Pie makes everything better." Thank you, Marshall. We stan.

📺 The Dragon Prince

🥧 Jelly Tarts

Of course my favorite show has pie. They are based on an Israeli dessert, but they're close enough to pie for me. Callum's Spellbook has a recipe, although I might try making them with traditional pie dough. Maybe for the season 6 premier?🤞 I just have to decide which flavor. 🤔

📺 Adventure Time

🥧 Apple Pie (with crystal apples!)

I watched the first episode, and when they mentioned pie, I was like, this show is going to be good. Even though Tree Trunks was wisked to another dimension and never actually got to finish her pie, I ended up loving Adventure Time.

📺 Pushing Daisies

🥧 Mixed Berry Pie, Kiwi Cream Pie, Three Plum Pie, Apple Pie with Gruyere

No joke, my therapist recommended this show to me because she knew I loved baking pies. I, of corse, immediately identified with the sad pie maker who was obsessed with making pies as a way to cope. I binged the entire series, then found out it was cancelled, and processed to mourn for the next week. I still want to try to recreate some of their signature pies. The Kiwi Cream is so pretty.

🎮 The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom

🥧 Apple Pie, Pumpkin Pie, Fruit Pie, Meat Pie, Fish Pie, Egg Tarts, and Cheesecake (it counts)

These the first video games I ever finished (my parents banned them so I didn't get to start playing until I was older). The combat still kind of scares me, but I took to the cooking right away. On my first play through, I was so excited to get Tabantha Wheat, so I could finally make pies. Wild's era Link is so much cooler because he's a pie maker. I always keep a few egg custard tarts in my inventory for some quick hearts.

Happy pi day! Go eat a big slice. Pie makes everything better.

Please comment any pies I missed (I definitely haven't seen everything).

*Sweeny Todd, American Pie, Spongebob's bomb pie, and The Help aren't mentioned because their pies were not delicious.*

#pi day #pie day #pie #snow white and the seven dwarfs #julie and julia #big fish #kiki's delivery service #harry potter #tangled #i robot #hook movie #the emperors new groove #blazing saddles #waitress #adrian monk #avatar the last airbender #in plain sight #the dragon prince #adventure time #pushing daisies #the legend of zelda breath of the wild #the legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #pies #pie makes everything better #food in movies #food lore #I love pie #more pie please #i made this #my photos

[lyledebeast]

I’ve been seeing a lot of Americans criticizing GBBO for Mexican week, and I got it, but then I went into a chain bookstore’s coffee shop and saw an advertisement for a treacle tart latte, and my heart stopped.  I was so excited until I saw what it contained: hazelnut and caramel.

If I’m being extremely generous, which I rarely am, I can kind see caramel.  It’s a heated sugar. Golden syrup is heated sugar.  They taste very different, but the general concept is similar.  Hazelnut, though?

Americans are in NO position to criticize ignorance about other cultures’ cuisines.  The only reason non-Mexican Americans know about Mexican food is that one of our largest immigrant populations comes from guess where?  Our population of UK immigrants is self-evident from this treacle tart nonsense.

#gbbo 2022 #coffee #i so wanted a treacle tart latte #if i can have an apple crisp latte from starbucks why not? #food

[punk-a-cat]

Best saucy pudding recipe

2 cups boiling water 1 cup sugar AND whatever the fuck flavouring you like for example - 1/4 cup cocoa, 1tsp vanilla, pinch cinnamon, pinch salt OR - 2 lemons - zested (finely grated) and squeezed, OR - 1 tsp ground ginger, 1/2 tsp mixed spice, 2 TBSP treacle OR - 1/2 cup golden syrup

Put the above hot water and sugar with ONE of the flavouring options (or invent your own) and bring to the boil in a high sided lidded pot. Stir occasionally to prevent burning, it shouldn't take very long to boil.

NEXT (while the mix comes to the boil) 1 1/2 cups self raising flour 100gms (about) margarine, or soft butter, or similar Aprox 3/4 cup of any kind of milk (I prefer oat milk but whatever you normally use works fine) Use a dash more milk if the mix is too dry, it's basically a scone dough, so soft but not too sticky. Using a fork or your fingers, combine the flour and margarine/ soft fat substance until it resembles breadcrumbs/ no obvious large lumps of margarine, then mix in the milk until you have a soft dough. Drop the soft dough into the boiling liquid in spoonfuls, - do not try and dump the whole mix in, it won't cook evenly, you need to put it in in spoonfuls. Cover and cook at a simmer for 8mins.

ENJOY

#punk a cat #punkacat #recipe #saucy pudding

[lojovstheworld]

I was on one yesterday. As well as making Eccles cakes, I made sticky toffee pudding. We’ll kind of, I didn’t have any treacle so used golden syrup instead. So it may have been more like syrup sponge. Whatever it was still good. #stickytoffeepudding #pudding #syrupsponge #cakeandcustard #pinchofnom #pinchofnomrecipe #custard #dessert #desserts #dessertporn #dessertlover #desserttime #dessertpic #puddingcake #sunday #sundayfunday #sundayvibes #sundaydinner https://instagr.am/p/CZG7-X8MnHy/

#IFTTT #Instagram

[almostbilingual]

this list has been sat in my drafts for probably close to two years, for no reason in particular, so i tidied it up and voila

hvedemel (et) - flour

grahamsmel - graham’s flour

rugmel - rye flour

speltmel - spelt flour

majsmel/maizena - cornflour

havregryn (et) - oats/oatmeal

frø (et)- seeds

gær (en)- yeast

sukker (et) - sugar

rørsukker - caster sugar

brun/lys farin (en/et)- dark/light brown sugar

flormelis (en)- icing sugar

mørk/lys sirup (en) - treacle (molasses)/golden syrup

kakao (en) - cocoa powder

smør (et) - butter

olje (en) - oil

æg (et) - egg

mælk (en) - milk

piskefløde (en) - whipping cream

flødeost (en) - cream cheese

bagepulver (et) - baking powder

natron (en/et) - baking soda/bicarbonate of soda

vaniljesukker (et) - vanilla sugar

husblas (en) - gelatine

kage (en) - cake

brød (et) - bread

wienerbrød - danish pastry

bolle (en) - bun (the bread kind)

kiks (en) - biscuit

tærte (en) - tart/pie

butterdej (en) - puff pastry

tærtedej - shortcrust pastry

pizzadej - pizza dough

surdej - sourdough

#the ens and ets are just the genders not the endings #can you call them genders? #im sure theres a proper danish word for them #anyway #i have no idea why i didnt post this before #danish #dansk #danish vocab #vocab list #danish langblr #langblr #language learning #scandinavian languages #vocabulary

[megamegaturtle]

golden syrup

Rating: G

Relationships: Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter (Friendship)

Tags: Post-War, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Baking, Self-Love, Male-Female Friendship, Platonic Hand Holding, POV Harry Potter

Summary:

Golden syrup: a thick amber-coloured form of inverted sugar syrup that tastes delicious on scones, hot cakes, and treacle tart with a buttery, caramel flavor.

Golden: something Harry Potter hasn't felt in a long while.

[the one in which Luna teaches Harry how to bake]

(For the Dumbledore's Armada Discord Flash Comp: Magic Begins From Within! Winner for Overall Favorite, Best Platonic Friendship, and Best Use of Prompt!)

Read it here on Ao3

Harry Potter welcomes the new year with a six-pack of beer and booming fireworks. It smells like war. Gunpowder screams overhead and the lively colors flash before his eyes, but no one dies at the tip of a wand. He trembles, his muscles are weak, and he is defenseless. 

With each explosion, he relives every death. Cedric, in the graveyard, his face devoid of red. Green howls on the top of the Astrometry Tower and Dumbledore falls. Sirius, in a flash of blue, his body gone in a blink.   

Change feels like swimming in the desolate waters of the Black Lake. It is numb and no one can save him, but Harry still swims. He longs for the shore, but breath is scarce, just like his seconds. He doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but he waits for it with a guarded heart.

Life slows in solitude, Harry decides. It is as cozy as an empty flat that has a drafty window. Winter creeps in every crevice and rustles the tops of cardboard boxes. Loneliness nestles in the space where his friends used to stand, but Ron and Hermione are moving on to tomorrow, with or without a plan.

He sits in a deserted living room, a ratty couch as his lonesome furniture. He stares out the window, the gray sky frozen in the sunlight. It does not thaw as the sun moves across the day. He sits there frozen too and welcomes snow to fall over his soul. He wants to be buried under soft white until he sinks into the cold. 

He is the aftermath of war.

He is the definition of lost.

But someone finds him anyway.

The knock on his door is light, but persistent. The knocks continue even after a full minute. Harry gets up, his knees creak and his joints sore. He drags his feet just like his blanket clings to the floor. He trips over a cheap rum bottle; the glass echoes a shrill laugh in his flat.

His fingers glue to the doorknob and shake at welcoming someone into nothing. Hot disappointment whispers in his ear, and warm, breathy shame is enough to propel him into battle. Harry plants his feet to the ground, his body tenses for a fight. He clenches his jaw into a familiar ache.

Harry prepares for someone to drag him into a hug. He expects someone to force him back to a life with obligations. But Luna Lovegood only pauses her knocking and takes a step back. Grocery bags rest at her feet and her bottle cap necklace jingles like a blessing. She smiles up at him like she saw him yesterday.

“Hello, Harry,” she says. “I like your blanket cape.”

A blush paints his cheeks, and he clears his throat, his voice raspy. “Hey, Luna.” 

Luna stares at him patiently from the threshold as Harry opens the door wide enough for her to enter. She does not comment on the state of his empty flat or how it’s been so long since she’s seen him. She only asks to be directed to the kitchen. He leads her with slow steps, each movement heavy on his person. Luna trails behind him, and the items in her bags jostle together as a cheery chime.

Without help, she hoists the bags onto the counter and takes everything out: golden syrup, ginger, and other baking ingredients. She rests a pie tin to one side and a few mixing bowls and some utensils to the other. Carefully, she pulls out a handwritten recipe and reads it once before putting it on the counter too.

Harry licks his lips, desperately wishing he had a glass of water. “Luna, not that I’m not happy to see you—”

“But you’re not happy to see me, Harry,” she interrupts. “You haven’t been happy to see anyone.”

“Okay, fair enough, but—”

“I am happy to see you though,” she interrupts again, her smile honest and sweet. Her smile cuts like crystalized honey. It has sat too long in the opened container in the pantry, forgotten. 

Harry swallows his growing irritation; burning anger kept tight under a lid. “Right, well—thank you, but what are you doing?”

Luna blinks and gestures to her ingredients. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re making a treacle tart. Mother said the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“I’m sorry—what?” Harry sputters. “You want—my heart?!”

“No, Harry,” she sighs. “We’re making this so you can get through to your own heart. You like treacle tart and I brought Mum’s recipe.”

“Luna, I don’t—I don’t need to get through to my heart. I’m  fine. Perfectly and utterly  fine.”

Luna only hums and begins reciting the instructions. “Okay, first we must make the short crust pastry. Hermione said it’s easier the Muggle way, so I am willing to try, but I don’t know the Muggle way. Anyway, Step 1) gather the flour, butter, and very cold water. Step 2) place 272 grams of flour in the mixing bowl—272 grams? That’s such an odd number. Okay, place 272 grams of flour with 2 sticks of butter, cubed, and—” 

Luna pauses when Harry does not move and points to the counter. “Harry, what are you doing? I can’t make the tart by myself.”

Tension in his chest crawls up his throat. “Yes, you can. I didn’t even ask you to come over here today. I said I was fine and you’re—I don’t need a bloody tart, Luna! I just want to be left alone.”

Luna puts down the recipe. “Harry,” she whispers. She says his name as if he’s precious. “I don’t want you to be alone the same way—the same way you didn’t want me to be alone.” She reaches across the counter and touches the back of his hand. “I just want to help you find your shoes, Harry. Can I—will you let me help you find your shoes?”

Her chilled fingertips carry the weight of friendship in their gentle touch. Twigs crunch under their feet. They laugh as teenagers laugh. They love as teenagers love. Magic weaves into all their moments of silence, never forcing either to speak.

Luna’s pale blue eyes find him with kindness, her heart an anchor when he feels so far away. Harry wonders if he is a ghost now, but Luna’s hand wraps around his and she tugs him away from gunpowder explosions, pulling him out of darkness to stand by her side. She is the lifeline in the Black Lake, skipping like a stone across the water to the other side. She takes him with her and for once, Harry does not feel like he’s drowning.

Smiling doesn't feel right, but he clings to her hand. “Okay, Luna. We can make a treacle tart.”

She beams at him and begins reading the instructions again.

Harry was always a decent student, but in the stillness with Luna, Harry listens. He makes the crust as she instructs and makes the filling too. Together they watch the golden syrup simmer over the hob with juicy lemon and mix it with breadcrumbs. They beat the egg and cream together with a fork, but never has Harry felt more sure about a moment. Luna has never asked him to face his own crossroads. 

His chilly flat warms with the oven and the loneliness thaws with Luna’s laughter. She charms his blanket into a real cape, and it fastens around his neck with a simple button. She says it suits him.

The timer buzzes and Luna dons lion oven mitts. Heat pours out of the oven as she opens it and delicious buttery caramel wafts under their noses. Harry’s mouth waters as he watches steam rise from tart, tasting the sweet syrup in the air.

“Very good, Harry Potter,” Luna praises. She rests the tart on the table and performs a cooling spell. “The golden-brown color reminds me of the hares we see in the garden during spring.”

“...is that a good thing? That sounds like a good thing. ”

She peers at him with a small smile. “Of course. They never played tricks on us when we fed them fresh berries from our bushels.”

Luna fishes out a bowl of clotted cream she kept tight under a statis charm. The pie cools to perfect temperature with the aid of her magic, and she spells some plates to set themselves at the table. They whiz around the room until they lay calmly like little birds. Together, they sit at his small kitchen table for two. Luna pours them both a glass of milk and serves them each a slice of tart. She tops their slices with a delicious helping of sweet, clotted cream.

Harry holds his fork with trepidation, the humble slice gooey at the edges of its filling. The toasted breadcrumbs feel crunchy under his fork, but he is too nervous to slice it.

Luna’s foot touches his under the table. “Go on, Harry,” she says. “Try it. You deserve it.”

Harry meets her eyes only for a moment, but then he nods, bracing himself as the metal of his fork hits the ceramic plate. The sound snaps like a crumbled bell, but still rings with finality. With nerves on fire, he takes his first bite with dolloped cream.

Buttery warmth melts in his mouth, the hint of slight spice and sweetness oozing in all his bones. He sinks in his chair as he relishes the delicate pastry crust, the flakey layers dissolving on his tongue. The cream cuts the sweetness, so it is not overbearing, but remains pleasant like a tender kiss.

Luna props her chin in her hand and grins at him. “How does it feel to fall in love with something you made?”  

Harry blinks at her words, startled by their genuine curiosity, and he remembers the dough as it stuck to his skin. His hands still smell like lemon and when he bends his index finger, a cut stings from the juice. The pie in front of him unassumingly sits in in the middle of the table, enveloping him in kind warmth and wonderful memories.

His mouth wobbles as he takes a second bite, and Harry remembers his Hogwart’s letter. Another, the first time he made friends. He eats more and remembers Hermione’s fierce hugs when she thought no one was looking. A thick part of filling and he can feel the comfort from Ron’s laughter as they stayed up all night. At the very last bite, he remembers dancing with the girl across the table when no music played just because she wanted to dance.

Like the sun dawning, emotion wells at the corners of Harry’s eyes and his chest caves as he hunches over the table. He heaves a choked sob as he curls around his finished plate, the loneliness in his heart thawing in the warmth of a home cooked treat. Blindly, he pats the table, searching for Luna’s hand. Her icy fingers thread between his and squeeze tight as she kisses his knuckles. Her thumb traces over the spot where her lips touched.

She says nothing, but he hears her heart: I am here with you. 

Love builds inside him and spreads to tips of his toes, igniting a fire of forgiveness in its wake. In the trail of flames, he saves some love for himself. 

Magic washes over him when Luna squeezes his hand once more. With a teary laugh, he sits up and wipes his face. Luna looks at him as if he is handsome as she wears a content smile. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, the snow inside his body melting in Luna’s bright friendship.

Harry cups his hands around Luna’s, relishing in the peace that settles over him.

He smiles for the first time in a long while.

“Thank you, Luna.”

#hp fanfic #Harry Potter #luna lovegood #huna #lunarry #friendship #ptsd #learning how to bake #luna is a great friend #i wanted this to be romantic but it didn't turn out that way lol #but i love them anyway #please enjoy #drabble

[kelyon]

Her Angel Chapter 3

Lady Belle runs from her wedding and seeks the help of a poor spinner.

Originally written for the Rumbelle Showdown under the pen name “Ercnal.”

Read on AO3

“Open in the name of the Duke!”

Lady Belle of House French and Rumpelstiltskin, the spinner who had saved her life, sat in the darkness of his hovel. For a brief eternity, both of them stayed frozen in fear, their hands clutched together.

“They’re here for me,” Belle whispered. “Gaston is going to take me away and force me to marry him!”

Another knock thundered at the door. 

“I-I have to open it.” Rumpelstiltskin didn’t let go of her hand.

“I know,” she breathed. “Go ahead.” 

Thinking fast, Belle broke from Rumple and turned to the hearth. She’d slept the first part of the night on the packed dirt in front of the fireplace. Her golden wedding dress was lost in the river. The shift she wore was muddy and wrinkled. But she still wasn’t dirty enough!

She stirred the embers into a blaze, as she had seen the servants do back home. Then, as Rumpelstiltskin hobbled over to the door, she took a handful of cold ash and rubbed it over her face and neck. She grabbed the blanket off of Rumpelstiltskin’s bed and threw it over her head and shoulders. Maybe it would look like a peasant woman’s shawl. It covered her clean hair and hid the shape of her young body. 

Maybe this would work.

Before he opened the door, Rumpelstiltskin looked over his shoulder at her. They had known each other for less than a day, but already they understood what the other meant without saying a word. He was asking, Was she ready?

She nodded and he opened the door. 

Two men stood in the doorway. At least, one was a man--a big, burly fellow in a sergeant’s uniform. The other figure was hidden in a darkness inkier than the night, face obscured by a rich cloak. The figure was roughly the same size as the sergeant in height and breadth of shoulder. But there was an air of power about this person. Something great and terrible was wrapped around him just as much as his cloak.

“G-good evening, milords,” Rumpelstitlskin stammered. “W-what can we do for you?”

The sergeant pushed past him to enter the hut. The figure in the cloak followed, gliding smoothly over the ground like an eel through water. 

 The sergeant spoke. “By order of His Grace, Duke Gaston de Trousdale, every house must be searched for a runaway girl.”

“We’ve no girls ‘ere, dearie,” Belle garbled her voice and took on the accent of a peasant. It sounded terrible, but she pressed on. “Just a fine little boy. He’s asleep in the ‘ayloft and I’ll thank you not to wake ‘im with your noisy ‘orses!” 

There were no lies in what she had said. Rumpelstiltskin’s son Bae was in the hayloft and Belle did hope that he stayed asleep. And she was not a girl. She was a woman who could decide her own fate. 

The figure in the cloak said nothing, but silently turned his attention to her.

The sergeant looked around the little hut. There wasn’t much to see. Certainly no place where this poor spinner might be hiding a future duchess. 

“You two are married, are you?” he asked. 

Belle drew herself up to her full height and began to bluster. She had seen this sort of thing in a play once. “Whot kind of question is that, dearie? Whot kind of people do you think we are?” She marched over to the shocked Rumpelstiltskin and grabbed his hand. “I’ll ‘ave you know I owe this man my very life! I would never disgrace him by ‘aving loose ways! ‘Ow dare you, sir! I never in all my days!” 

The sergeant took her ranting in stride and kept looking. When he came upon the pallet in front of the hearthfire he kicked it. “So if you two are married, and your son is in the hayloft... who’s sleeping here?”

Belle opened her mouth and then shut it again. 

Drat.

“We were,” Rumpelstiltskin came to her rescue. His hand around hers was warm and soft. “I mean, we weren’t sleeping. But… certain things… are better on a firm surface. I’m crippled, you see, and that is… more of a comfort on my back.”

The sergeant began to laugh. “Is that why it took you so long to open the door?” His sniggers became guffaws. “Did we interrupt a moment of ‘marital bliss’?” 

Rumpelstiltskin looked at the ground and didn’t say anything. Belle felt him trembling beside her, about to cry. The sergeant chuckled at the idea that a man like Rumple and a woman like her could ever be married, could ever desire each other. How many other people had laughed at the angel who had saved her? How many other people thought it ludicrous that Rumple could be loved?

Belle’s pretend bluster exploded into genuine rage. “Whot’s so funny about it?” she screeched. “This is a good man you’re laughing at! He’s a loving father and generous to strangers! If I ‘ave a chance to give ‘im otherworldly delights, why shouldn’t I take it?”

The color rose in Rumpelstiltskin’s cheeks, but his smile was lovely in its gratitude. 

The sergeant was polite enough to hide the rest of his laughter behind his hand. “All right,” he conceded. “They do say there’s someone for everyone.”

For the first time, the cloaked figure spoke. His voice was deep, with strange rumbling echoes.

“Very well, goodwife. You have proven that this is indeed your hearth and home. Come, Hordor, we best continue our search elsewhere.” 

Once again, the figure floated instead of walking to the door. The unnatural smoothness of his movements was unnerving. But at least he was leaving and taking the sergeant with him. For just a moment, Belle felt her heart lift. 

Then the dark figure turned around. 

“Before we go, may we have some tea? Our journey has been long, and we must fortify ourselves. And did I not hear that you are generous to strangers?” 

“O-of course,” Rumpelstiltskin began to hobble for the fireplace. “Allow me to--”

“Is it the custom in this land that the man of the house tends to domestic duties?” It was a polite question, but the dark figure intoned his words like a final judgement.

Belle and Rumple exchanged a look. They both knew that she had never made tea for herself in her life. She had watched him make tea after dinner, but how could she make it look like this was her home? That she was making tea for her own husband as a wife might do every night?

She would have to try. 

“I-Is there water in the kettle, love?” she began as she walked back to the hearth. The fire was going nicely now, and the heavy black tea kettle hung from an iron bar on a hinge. 

“Yes,” Rumple said. “The boy filled it before he went to bed.”

“Good,” she said with a false smile. That at least would spare her having to go out in the dark and find the well to get the water. 

“And he put the tea leaves in the wooden box on the shelf beside the fireplace, just like we told him too.”

With that hint, Belle found the tea leaves easily. “He is such a good boy!”

The sergeant and the cloaked figure sat at the long farm table and watched her work. The hut was so quiet she could hear Rumpelstiltskin gulp before he spoke. 

“So you’re looking for a girl?” he said. “Who is she? What did she do to offend His Grace?”

“Lady Belle of House French,” the sergeant answered. “She ran away from their wedding--at the very chapel door. Our lord don’t take kindly to being…” he searched for words, “dismissed, rejected, publicly humiliated.”

“But if she didn’t want to marry him--”

“The maiden broke a contract.” The dark figure cut off Rumple with tones of doom. “She made a promise to my master and she must fulfill her end of the bargain.”

Belle’s heart raced. Teacups. Where were the teacups? There were three mugs on a low shelf. Were those the same vessels they had taken tea from after dinner? Was that all Rumple had? Would that be good enough to give to company? The water inside the kettle bubbled noisily. The tea would be ready soon, but where were the cups to serve it in?    

And they would probably want sugar too, wouldn’t they? And cream. Where did Rumpelstiltskin keep cream? She had heard of peasants putting jugs in streams near their houses to keep things cold. Did he do that? Where was the stream? Where was the sugar? The rest of her life hung in the balance of how well she could make tea!

“Do you need help, darling?” Rumple called over to her. “I know ever since we moved things you’ve had trouble remembering where they should go.”

“Moved things?” the sergeant spoke before Belle could. “What things do you have that would be moved?”

“Well, the treacle, for instance,” Rumple said. “We had kept it near the oat bin, but now it’s on the third shelf.”  

There were quite a few things on the third shelf. What in the name of all the gods was treacle? It had to be important, or Rumpelstiltskin wouldn’t have mentioned it. But what was it? Belle ruled out the herbs and dried fruits she recognized. There was a small earthenware crock that seemed to be full of some kind of sticky brown syrup. And there was a little bowl that contained a mound of fine white crystals. 

So that was the sugar at least! Whatever treacle was, she could worry about it later. The mugs were the best she could find, so she put the tea leaves and sugar into them. 

“And where have we put the cream, love?”

She panted, as she held the iron kettle. It was heavier than anything she had ever lifted in life. She wrapped the handle with a rag to keep it from burning her hands. Pouring the boiling water into the mugs, Belle prayed that she wouldn’t spill. Peasant women were expected to be a lot stronger than she ever had been. 

“W-we’re all out of cream, sweetheart,” Rumple said softly.

“Funny that you don’t know that, mistress,” the dark figure said. What was visible of his mouth held no amusement at all. “And odd that you would have cream at all, impoverished as you are.”

“Aowh!” Belle exaggerated her fake accent even more. “Sorry, dearie! I fort we ‘ad put some by, for when important people came to call.”

“Oh yes, everyone knows you can keep cream for months to save it for special occasions.” The sergeant snickered.

Cheeks blazing, Belle handed the mugs of tea to the three men. As she gave Rumpelstiltskin a mug, his fingers brushed against the back of her hand and he caught her eye. His gaze was warm and hopeful. For a moment, her heart calmed, and her panic dissipated. For a moment, when she looked into his eyes, she was home and everything was all right.

Then the sergeant spat out his tea.

Time froze. An arc of liquid hung in the air between the sergeant’s lips and the tabletop. Each brown drop showed an image in the firelight. Belle saw her own dismay, her knowledge that she had failed, reflected in the tea. Rumpelstiltskin’s sorrowful eyes lit up with shock, even as his lips grimaced around the rim of his teacup. And by some strange trick of the light, Belle could see the face of the dark figure, but only in the tea drops. Dark eyes gleamed with self-assured malice, something almost like amusement.

He had known who she was from the beginning.

Time started. The sergeant’s tea splattered to the table and he spat the rest out onto the ground.

“I-is something wrong?” Belle asked lamely. She was caught, but she couldn’t back down.  

“Salt,” Rumple looked down as he put his cup on the table. “You put salt in the tea.”

“That wasn’t sugar?” Her voice was normal. All the pretending melted away in the face of her honest mistake.

The sergeant stood up. “Why would a poor spinner have sugar, my lady? Why would you expect fine sugar and rich cream in a miserable shack like this?”

“I…” Belle backed away from the two men so she was near the hearth again. Maybe she could grab the kettle. If she swung with all her strength she might be able to hit one of them. But which one?

Rumpelstiltskin stood up quickly on his bad leg. “Please, milords! We are just a humble family. My wife doesn’t always know what she’s doing, but that isn’t a crime! Please…” Trembling, he clung to his staff. “Please just leave us be.”

  “Do you think we’re stupid?” the sergeant sneered. He lumbered around the table to grab Belle. 

Kettle in both hands, Belle planted her feet in the dirt floor and prepared herself to heave. She managed to lift the iron thing over her head. It was on a clear course to collide with the sergeant’s beefy face. With any luck, the blow would knock him out. They could figure out what to do with the other man after that. 

The kettle went up, but it wouldn’t come down. It wasn’t falling. Belle pulled on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. It seemed to be frozen in mid-air. 

There was a glow around the kettle. The purple light was unlike anything Belle had ever seen, but she knew what it was.

Magic. 

The man in the dark cloak stood in front of the table. What was visible of his face was calm. He had only one finger extended. It seemed to cost him no effort at all to destroy every hope Belle had ever had of happiness.

“No!” Rumpelstiltskin shouted. In one quick motion, he swiped his staff toward the dark figure. The movement knocked over a teacup. It fell to the ground and chipped.

The dark magician only had to twitch his hand to push the attack away and leave Rumpelstiltskin a crumpled heap on the floor.

“No!” Belle shrieked. “Don’t hurt him!”  

 The sergeant grabbed her by both wrists and pulled her away from the floating tea kettle. “Why should we spare him, my lady? The man did impede the Duke’s servants from their duty. Do you want to make it worth our while? Do you want to make a deal with me and my friend here?”

“Enough,” the dark figure intoned. “We have our quarry. Let us be done with this.”

“Please!” Rumple reached up from the ground,

“Apologies, ‘dearie.’” The cloaked man looked down on Rumpelstiltskin while the sergeant hoisted Belle over his shoulders. “It is the Dark One’s magic that binds the girl now. And only the Dark One’s magic will ever free her.”

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[rainandhotchocolate]

Christmas Day

A/N Here is some pure sirius x reader fluff, spending their first christmas together :)))) Enjoy lovelies!! 

Y/N blinked in the light coming through the window beside their bed. The snow outside had made it blindingly white and it took a second before Y/N could properly see what was sitting in front of her.

“Merry Christmas!” Sirius was sitting on the bed in front of her, holding a large tray of food in on his knees.

“Merry Christmas! What is all this?” Y/N sat up carefully to avoid accidentally hitting the tray and pushed the pillows up so that they could lean against the back wall.

“Well I remember you telling me that your mum used to always make breakfast for you Christmas morning, and I wanted to thank you for spending it with me instead.” He smiled at her, the one he saved for when they were alone, when he was certain he wasn’t about to be mocked mercilessly by the boys.

“Well, it’s not like there’s anywhere else I’d rather be,” Y/N smiled back at him, feeling his arm curl around her waist to lean in and give her a soft kiss. He tasted like maple syrup and coffee.

“Sampling the goods already?”

“Well you were asleep for ages,” Sirius winked, sliding beside her and back under the covers, placing the tray on top of their legs. There was a large array of plates, a stack of pancakes, a bowl of strawberries, blueberries, and apples, toast with butter, orange juice, and two mugs of coffee.

“Well it’s not my fault you had James over until 4am last night,” Y/N rolled her eyes, feeling her mouth drool at the sight of the food. He remembered

Sirius had found her about a few weeks before Christmas sitting on the roof of her apartment. Marlene had shown him up, having not been able to get her down for 4 hours, and he’d joined her on the roof for another 30 minutes without speaking. She knew that Christmas would be hard. Her mum had loved it, spent weeks decorating the house and setting up the Christmas tree, going shopping for their cousins and Y/N. It was the first holiday without her.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Sirius was watching her, and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

“Mum,” Y/N said shortly. If she spoke too much about her it still made her feel like she was choking. “She would have loved this.”

“Yeah?” Sirius smiled, “Well good, I do not want to be disappointing as the new Christmas organiser.”

“Oh, you organise Christmas now?” Y/N snorted, piling on pancakes and fruit onto a plate. Sirius followed suit, pouring a large amount of maple syrup onto his pancakes, barely missing the sheets.

“Yep, I have taken it into my care, you will never be without an incredible Christmas day,” Sirius placed his hand over his heart, his face in mock sincerity. Y/N laughed loudly but felt a warmth come up into her stomach.

“Oh man, I almost forgot!” Sirius shuffled slightly and pulled out his wand, flicking at the record player sitting in the far corner of Sirius’ room. The soft melody of Frosty the Snowman began to play through the room, making Y/N immediately chuckle.

“What is this?”

“Just a cheeky record of classic muggle Christmas songs.” Sirius’ grin seemed to cover his whole face, crinkles forming in the sides of his eyes and mouth.

“I just… I fucking love you,” Y/N laughed at his boyish expression and dug into her food. After they’d finished breakfast and Y/N had persuaded Sirius out of a food fight, Sirius picked up the tray and moved it off the bed so that they could get jumpers on to go downstairs.

“No, no no no, you have to wear this one,” Sirius was rummaging around his closet, his head deep in a pile of unfolded clothes.

“I don’t even remember the last time I left a jumper here,” Y/N raised an eyebrow, watching him continue to search, muttering to himself. If Y/N was honest with herself she might have also been watching his ass move around in front of her.

“Aha!” Sirius pulled up suddenly, spinning around and holding up an oversized dark green sweater. It had an embroidered image of a pug on the front who was covered in sparkling Christmas lights and had embroidered lettering above saying “Merry Pugmas!”

“Oh my god,” Y/N stared, eyes wide, at the jumper momentarily before bursting into laughter. “What on earth is that! Where did you find it?”

“At some vintage store that James showed Lily! We charmed the lights to sparkle.” Sirius thrust it forward to Y/N, “And I request that you must wear it during present time.”

“I honestly want to wear this, this is the most quality bad Christmas jumper I’ve ever seen.”

“Bad, Bad!” Sirius looked affronted, placing a hand to his head, “That’s it, you can’t have it now.”

“You are the most melodramatic person I have ever met.” Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled it away from him, putting it on quickly before he could take it back. “Too late punk!”

“Never too late,” Sirius’ eyes twinkled mischievously as he stalked forwards, grabbing Y/N around the waist and picking her up, throwing her carefully onto the bed and tickling her around the stomach

“Ahhh… stop! Stop!” Y/N cackled loudly as he grinned at her, pulling away so he still had his arms around her head, hands spread across the sheets. Y/N looked up at him looming over her and felt her heart skip a beat. As if he knew, his lip curled and he leaned down to kiss her softly, parting his lips and pressing them harder to hers.

“Presents?” Y/N grinned at Sirius as he pulled away.

“Definitely.” Sirius took each of Y/N’s hands and pulled her upright, leading her out of the bedroom and into the living room. There was a large fake Christmas tree standing next to Sirius’ fireplace, which had been decorated by Sirius and Y/N a week earlier and had ended with them both covered in marshmallows and naked on the rug.

There was a large stack of presents underneath the tree and Sirius slipped ahead of Y/N in order to grab some egg nog and bring it into the living room for the unwrapping. He poured Y/N a large glass and sat on the rub, crossed legged, looking ridiculously eager.

“Ok, you go first.” He took a sip of egg nog and passed Y/N a present from her stack. Y/N smiled, getting increasingly excited as she started to unwrap the present in her lap whilst Sirius watched.

“Oh my god!” Y/N gasped as she took out the gift. It was a small pendant that had a large black dog inside, tongue out and bounding around playfully. “It’s beautiful, Sirius.”

“I know you’ve been worried with me gone on missions a lot of the time, this way you’ll always know I’m safe.” Sirius had bowed his head, looking abashed. Y/N reached over and took his chin in her hand, lifting it up and kissing him.

“It’s the best present I’ve ever gotten.” Y/N lifted it from the box and clasped it around her neck. “Ok, your turn.”

Y/N found her present and pulled it out for Sirius to unwrap. He grinned at her, tearing at it impatiently, finding a large packaged box.

“Holy shit is this…?” Sirius lifted it up, checking every side of it. Y/N nodded, relief washing over her when she saw his smile get a little wider.

“Yep, magical tattoo kit, pre-charmed.” Y/N watched him unbox it and feel around the edge of the needle and boxes of ink.

“This is the best! It’s my dream to do my own tattoos!”

“I know, you dork, you’ve been talking about it for like four years.”

He beamed at her, putting the box aside and jumping on top of her, giving her a hug, peppering kisses along her cheek and neck.

“I’m glad you like it,” Y/N giggled, leaning her neck back to give him more access. He sat up, still beaming at her.

“Let’s get to the rest of them, I think I can smell fudge.”

They spent the rest of the morning unwrapping gifts and drinking the majority of Sirius’ eggnog. Remus had sent both of them books on advanced defensive and dark spells,  Peter a dog collar for Sirius and leash for Y/N, and Lily sent large baked treacle tart and fudge as well as a huge patch of healing potions and a cashmere sweater for Y/N. James had sent Sirius a miniature working Quidditch pitch with mini players that flew where you told them to go, and Y/N had to stop him from playing for the next two hours, and sent Y/N a set of golden chess with a note prepare to be destroyed.

Soon it was time to get dressed to go over to Lily and James’ for Christmas lunch, and they walked upstairs slowly, Sirius playing with Y/N’s hand.

Y/N pulled off her pyjamas, reaching for the dress she had set out for the day when Sirius wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his bare chest.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“I do, you like to inform me regularly,” Y/N smiled, leaning back into him.

“Well I just wanted to make sure you were aware.”

“That’s very kind of you,” Y/N twisted herself around in his arms so she could face him, looking up at his deep grey eyes, dark curls falling into his face as he met her gaze. He leaned down and kissed her forehead slowly, rubbing his hands along her back.

“I kind of wish we could spend all day just the two of us,” Sirius placed a hand by Y/N’s chin and rubbed his thumb against her cheek. Y/N leaned her face into him, closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh.

“I think Lily would stab us.”

“Oh, she definitely would.” Sirius laughed and took a step back, his hands still on her waist. He gave her a sweeping look, sighing exaggeratedly before reaching behind and throwing Y/N’s dress at her.

“Put that on before I go insane,” Sirius shook his head, turning to get his clothes as well. Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling whilst she put on her dress, getting Sirius to zip it up. He watched as she pulled up her tights, poking her tongue out at him as he groaned and clapped loudly.

“You’re a complete idiot.” Y/N gave Sirius a soft shove as she put on her boots and followed him out of the room.

“Well then you're an even bigger idiot for loving me.” Sirius shrugged, moving to the fireplace and grabbing a handful of floo powder. “You ready?”

Y/N nodded stepping into the fire behind him.

“The Potter Residence,” Sirius called loudly, throwing the floo powder down, a flash of green flame licking at their feet. As Y/N felt the sucking sensation as she was about to be sent across to another fireplace Sirius grabbed her hand and squeezed tight.

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[operanotify17]

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[aaua05]

That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Do I Wanna Know? – Arctic Monkeys

The Less I Know The Better – Tame Impala

You Only Live Once – The Strokes

All In White – The Vaccines

Naive – The Kooks

Tighten Up – The Black Keys

Y Control – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

What Kind Of Man – Florence + The Machine

Bones – The Killers

Mountain At My Gates – Foals

Dead And Gone – The Black Keys

Wake Up – Arcade Fire

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful – Florence + The Machine

Let's Dance To Joy Division – The Wombats

Mardy Bum – Arctic Monkeys

What You Know – Two Door Cinema Club

Fake Tales Of San Francisco – Arctic Monkeys

Days Are Forgotten – Kasabian

Elephant – Tame Impala

Howlin' For You – The Black Keys

My Delirium – Ladyhawke

What The Water Gave Me – Florence + The Machine

The Suburbs – Arcade Fire

Sacrilege – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Fluorescent Adolescent – Arctic Monkeys

Sweater Weather – The Neighbourhood

Gold On The Ceiling – The Black Keys

Post Break-Up Sex – The Vaccines

Fire – Kasabian

Feels Like We Only Go Backwards – Tame Impala

Rebellion (Lies) – Arcade Fire

Portions For Foxes – Rilo Kiley

Oxford Comma – Vampire Weekend

If You Wanna – The Vaccines

Lonely Boy – The Black Keys

Keep The Car Running – Arcade Fire

Take Her Back – The Pigeon Detectives

Diane Young – Vampire Weekend

Solitude Is Bliss – Tame Impala

Little Black Submarines – The Black Keys

When You Were Young – The Killers

Someday – The Strokes

R U Mine? – Arctic Monkeys

A-Punk – Vampire Weekend

Hard To Explain – The Strokes

Ready To Start – Arcade Fire

Seaside – The Kooks

When The Sun Goes Down – Arctic Monkeys

Hurts Like Heaven – Coldplay

Reptilia – The Strokes

The Man – The Killers

Club Foot – Kasabian

Fever – The Black Keys

Shadowplay – The Killers

Suck It and See – Arctic Monkeys

Evil Eye – Franz Ferdinand

505 – Arctic Monkeys

Read My Mind – The Killers

Reflektor – Arcade Fire

Junk of the Heart (Happy) – The Kooks

A Certain Romance – Arctic Monkeys

Cosmic Love – Florence + The Machine

The Modern Age – The Strokes

I'm Not Sorry – The Pigeon Detectives

Radioactive – Imagine Dragons

Fireside – Arctic Monkeys

Underdog – Kasabian

Human – The Killers

Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair – Arctic Monkeys

What Katie Did – The Libertines

Machu Picchu – The Strokes

The Fallen – Franz Ferdinand

Spaceman – The Killers

Zero – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Last Nite – The Strokes

Chelsea Dagger – The Fratellis

Only If For A Night – Florence + The Machine

Sweet Disposition – The Temper Trap

Crying Lightning – Arctic Monkeys

Always Where I Need To Be – The Kooks

I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys

Ruby – Kaiser Chiefs

In the Shadows – Foreign Air

I Found Out – The Pigeon Detectives

On Top Of The World – Imagine Dragons

Love Illumination – Franz Ferdinand

Run Right Back – The Black Keys

No.1 Party Anthem – Arctic Monkeys

Delivery – Babyshambles

Two Fingers – Jake Bugg

Third Eye – Florence + The Machine

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor – Arctic Monkeys

Darts Of Pleasure – Franz Ferdinand

Maps – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Fuck Forever – Babyshambles

Ship To Wreck – Florence + The Machine

Teddy Picker – Arctic Monkeys

Not Nineteen Forever – Courteeners

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Cough Syrup – Young the Giant

Mad Sounds – Arctic Monkeys

T-Shirt Weather – Circa Waves

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Come A Little Closer – Cage The Elephant

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Don't Look Back Into The Sun – The Libertines

No You Girls – Franz Ferdinand

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No Light, No Light – Florence + The Machine

New York City Cops – The Strokes

Black Treacle – Arctic Monkeys

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Do You Want To – Franz Ferdinand

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Queen Of Peace – Florence + The Machine

Arabella – Arctic Monkeys

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[flour2door]

An Intro To Yeast Bread

Many individuals would much rather purchase a loaf of bread from a bakeshop as opposed to make it themselves. Although much of us wish to consume fresh homemade bread, very couple of agree to put in the time as well as effort to cook one. This is understandable due to the fact that the procedure entails difficult kneading as well as 2 lengthy waits for the bread to climb. Nonetheless, with the 25 plus years of the Culinary College, what motivates me to continue mentor this ability is the appearance of joy on trainees deals with as they take their very first loaf of bread out of the oven. It is an experience akin to catching your initial fish but better. As a trainer, it is extremely gratifying to recognize that I have handed down an ability that will certainly touch their daily lives forever. A great recipe for people collaborating with yeast for the very first time is the Ballymaloe Brown Yeast Bread. No rub is needed and also it just involves one climbing. This bread takes concerning a hr and a half to make. The real prep work is just five mins and the rest is waiting time for increasing and also baking. A wet dough ferments more rapidly than a completely dry one. On the other hand, white bread involves kneading as well as double increasing and also knocking back. A lot of the time spent in making this kind of bread enters into increasing and cooking. Nevertheless, completion result offers one extreme fulfillment that is hard to take into words. The yeast Yeast is a living microorganism, and it would be useful to keep this in mind when you make brownish yeast bread. The yeast feeds on sugar as well as develops carbon dioxide bubbles that expand in the stove and creates the bread to increase. There really is no factor to be daunted when working with yeast. Much like us, it has a sweet tooth and also it suches as being warm. The average temperature level of a kitchen area is cozy sufficient for yeast to grow although a temperature greater than 50 degrees centigrade will certainly kill it for that reason make certain that you do not utilize water that is too warm.

Doves Farm Flour As opposed to bakers yeast, you can utilize dried yeast instead. The method is the same however just use half the weight needed for fresh yeast. Offer it a longer time to increase. You might likewise make use of quick acting yeast; just follow the directions on the packet. Take note also that dough which consists of 25 grams or 1ounce of yeast climbs faster than one with only 20 grams or 3/4ounces. It is likewise crucial that you ask inquiries before you buy yeast due to the fact that most of the fresh ones offered these days have been genetically customized. The flour The kind of flour we make use of for brownish soda bread is stone-ground wholemeal flour. Breads have different flavors and structures because various flours are utilized to make them. The quantity of natural wetness in the flour depends to the weather consequently the quantity of water required is not established. Water must be changed as necessary yet a good rule of thumb is that the dough must be simply also damp to knead. It does not need to be kneaded. The treacle We add sweet taste to Ballymaloe Brown Yeast Bread by utilizing treacle, although molasses, white or brown sugar, golden syrup, honey or Barbados sugar (soft, dark, brownish sugar) are also excellent. Your option will certainly rely on the kind of flavor you want your bread to have.

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I have a British question: Why is it called treacle tart when there’s no treacle in it?

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The Wells and Wong Detective Society's Top Secret Parkin Recipe (the Murder Most Unladylike series)

"We were all looking up, and so we missed the murder”

I love Robin Stevens. I have never been so catastrophically, infuriatingly jealous of anyone in my life before. The world she has created means so much to me in hurts. When I was an early teenager I was agoraphobic. There’s a whole series of reasons why, but I didn’t go to school and I didn’t go out. I spent long, luxurious summers stretched out on a sun lounger (in the garden) reading back-to-back Agatha Christie novels. I felt worldly and above my years. All the people I knew that were a similar age were still stuck into Smash Hits (you can buy the edition with Busted on the cover for a whopping £18.99 now, would you believe it). I began, as a means of passing the time, to write my own murder mystery story, set in a modern day girl’s school. It wasn’t that adventurous really because my sister went to a private school and I was trying to imagine what it was like. They all (that is, the characters in my story) studied home economics so there was a lot of potential for baking, which I was just getting into. The gist of it is the home economics teacher strangles a couple of the older girls because she’s jealous of their youth and wants to get off with the young geography teacher that all the girls like (I had a thing about geography at the time). It included a very funny joke involving a beard and a magnifying glass, and a Pomeranian dog with a keen interest in Totally Hair Barbie.

I gave it up because I am a giver upper of things. Once I went back to school and started blowing things up in chemistry, dissecting frogs in biology, tapping on rocks in geology, and shouting at Hitler in history, I thought there was no time for crime. I still spent my Friday nights wrapped in a blanket with some curly fries and an episode of Poirot (I think it was Jeeves and Wooster first, then Poirot, then we turned over because it was something scary). But this is why I am uncharacteristically jealous of Robin Stevens. She has created a world I wish I had created. She has created a world I wish I had lived in. Seeing the girls interact with each other and build their friendships makes my younger self long for a friend and a nice school to attend. On my first day at the bigger school the rough rugby boys had a fight and broke the back seat of the bus, so that tells you the kind of reality I was involved in. Both Hazel and Daisy are characters to love and cherish. Hazel is shy and fearful (but brave when it counts), and Daisy takes a cavalier attitude to most things, but she’s also secretly clever and I admire secret cleverness in a person. I adore the mid-war setting because there’s not a lot of representation from this period so I feel like we’re getting a bit of history too. I never like to ‘guess ahead’ as I’m reading so the stories are always a surprise to me. I know part of the fun is guessing who the murderer is but I’d rather it was a surprise at the end, that’s when you know a thing has been done well.

The most popular treats the girls enjoy are, of course, the squashed fly biscuit. I have strong memories of my grandad almost causing an earthquake in his tiny bungalow by playing the organ on full blast. There were always a packet of garibaldi on the side, half open and most likely stale. They may have been the same packet for 10 years. It wasn’t until my early teens that he offered one to me, as if my younger self could not handle the power of the garibaldi. It turns out my older self wasn’t prepared either. Was it even edible? I choked it down but never went back. I’m sure I could get into a squashed fly biscuit if I really tried, but I thought since it’s nearly Bonfire Night I’d make a traditional, warming treat that I’m sure the Wells and Wong Detective Society would gladly stuff into their pockets ready for their next investigation.

You will need a 2lb loaf tin, lined with greaseproof paper (a ready made tin liner is really useful here but not essential). I didn't add the oats in my cake because I'm intolerant to fibre and I wouldn't be able to eat it if it was there, but I've included the oats in the recipe because they're really lovely and I so desperately wish I could have them.   for the parkin: 200g butter 60g black treacle 380g golden syrup 200g soft light brown sugar 200g self-raising flour 2 tbsp ground ginger 1 tsp ground nutmeg 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon 80g rolled oats 80g ground almonds 1 tbsp milk 4 medium eggs Preheat the oven 180C/160C fan/Gas mark 4. Line the 2lb loaf tin with greaseproof paper and then foil reaching higher than the sides of the tin, and set aside. Put the butter, sugar and syrups into a large saucepan and melt together on a medium heat. When the sugar has dissolved, increase the heat to bring the mixture just up to the boil, then turn off the heat and set aside to cool slightly. Sift together the dry ingredients in a large mixing bowl. Pour the warm butter mixture onto the dry ingredients and mix together. Set this aside to cool a little more. Whisk the eggs and milk together in a jug and pour this gradually into the parkin mixture, mixing gently after each addition. Pour into the prepared tin and bake for 50 minutes. Check the mixture after 50 minutes by putting a skewer into the centre of the parkin. If it comes out clean the parkin is done. If it is not quite done, put it back into the oven and keep checking every 10 minutes. If it is turning too brown on the top cover it with foil for the remainder of the baking time. Mine usually takes an hour and a half but my oven is fairly poor.

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"There is at Christmas time a great deal of hypocrisy, honourable hypocrisy, hypocrisy undertaken pour le bon motif, c'est entendu, but nevertheless hypocrisy!”

A mid-afternoon treat for Poirot, and a round up of the best detective things happening over Christmas.

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Lil corn wheat peanuts tree nuts pineapple Acetic acid Alcohol Alpha tocopherol Artificial flavorings Artificial sweeteners Ascorbates Ascorbic acid Aspartame (Artificial sweetener) Astaxanthin Baking powder Barley malt* (generally OK, but can be contaminated) Bleached flour* Blended sugar (sugaridextrose) Brown sugar* (generally OK if no caramel color) Calcium citrate Calcium fumarate Calcium gluconate Calcium lactate Calcium magnesium acetate (CMA) Calcium stearate Calcium stearoyl lactylate Caramel and caramel color Carbonmethylcellulose sodium Cellulose microcrystalline Cellulose, methyl Cellulose, powdered Cetearyl glucoside Choline chloride Citric acid* Citrus cloud emulsion (CCS) Coco glycerides (cocoglycerides) Confectioners sugar Corn alcohol, corn gluten Corn extract Corn flour Corn oil, corn oil margarine Corn starch Corn sweetener, corn sugar Corn syrup, corn syrup solids Corn, popcorn, cornmeal Cornstarch, cornflour Crosscarmellose sodium Crystalline dextrose Crystalline fructose Cyclodextrin DATUM (a dough conditioner) Decyl glucoside Decyl polyglucose Dextrin Dextrose (also found in IV solutions) Dextrose anything (such as monohydrate or anhydrous) d-Gluconic acid Distilled white vinegar Drying agent Erythorbic acid Erythritol Ethanol Ethocel 20 Ethylcellulose Ethylene Ethyl acetate Ethyl alcohol Ethyl lactate Ethyl maltol Fibersol-2 Flavorings* Food starch Fructose* Fruit juice concentrate* Fumaric acid Germ/germ meal Gluconate Gluconic acid Glucono delta-lactone Gluconolactone Glucosamine Glucose* Glucose syrup* (also found in IV solutions) Glutamate Gluten Gluten feed/meal Glycerides Glycerin* Glycerol Golden syrup Grits High fructose corn syrup Hominy Honey* Hydrolyzed corn Hydrolyzed corn protein Hydrolyzed vegetable protein Hydroxypropyl methylcellulose Hydroxypropyl methylcellulose pthalate (HPMCP) Inositol Invert syrup or sugar Iodized salt Lactate Lactic acid* Lauryl glucoside Lecithin Linoleic acid Lysine Magnesium citrate Magnesium fumarate Magnesium stearate Maize Malic acid Malonic acid Malt syrup from corn Malt, malt extract Maltitol Maltodextrin Maltol Maltose Mannitol Methyl gluceth Methyl glucose Methyl glucoside Methylcellulose Microcrystaline cellulose Modified cellulose gum Modified corn starch Modified food starch Molasses* (corn syrup may be present; know your product) Mono- and di- glycerides Monosodium glutamate MSG Natural flavorings* Olestra/Olean Polenta Polydextrose Polylactic acid (PLA) Polysorbates* (e.g. Polysorbate 80) Polyvinyl acetate Potassium citrate Potassium fumarate Potassium gluconate Powdered sugar Pregelatinized starch Propionic acid Propylene glycol* Propylene glycol monostearate* Saccharin Salt (iodized salt) Semolina (unless from wheat) Simethicone Sodium carboxymethylcellulose Sodium citrate Sodium erythorbate Sodium fumarate Sodium lactate Sodium starch glycolate Sodium stearoyl fumarate Sorbate Sorbic acid Sorbitan* (anything) Sorbitol Sorghum* (not all is bad; the syrup and/or grain CAN be mixed with corn) Splenda (Artificial sweetener) Starch (any kind that’s not specified) Stearic acid Stearoyls Sucralose (Artificial sweetener) Sucrose Sugar* (not identified as cane or beet) Threonine Tocopherol (vitamin E) Treacle (aka golden syrup) Triethyl citrate Unmodified starch Vanilla, natural flavoring Vanilla, pure or extract Vanillin Vegetable anything that’s not specific* Vinegar, distilled white Vinyl acetate Vitamin C* and Vitamin E* Vitamins* Xanthan gum Xylitol Yeast* Zea mays Zein

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No Flour, Eggs or Butter? No Problem! 23 Cake Recipes for When You’re Missing an Ingredient

Feeling the urge to bake, but missing something apparently vital? Then pinch some ideas from great bakers past and present.

The Guardian -  Dale Berning Sawa

Cake has taken on a new significance now that most of us are stuck at home all day, every day. We’re comfort-eating and baking like there’s no tomorrow. But what do you do when you fancy a sponge, but can’t find eggs or your oven is broken and no one will fix it? Here are some recipes to get you through every ingredient shortfall.

  If we suggest you replace one missing ingredient with another that you don’t have, or that you would normally never dream of buying, bear in mind that no two kitchen cupboards are the same and you may find that grocers can still supply “fancy” alternatives such as ricotta or flaxseeds while the staples are but a memory.                    

No Self-Raising Flour

 You can make any cake that calls for self-raising flour without it. Nigella Lawson doesn’t even bother keeping any, as she explained a few years back. As long as you know the ratio (2 tsp baking powder to 150g plain flour), it’s easy to make some. There are a lot of decent bakes that include this process in the method, from Dan Lepard’s sour cream butter cake (billed as the easiest cake in the world) to Claire Ptak’s picture-perfect raspberry vanilla sandwich.                    

No Baking Powder

Baking powder isn’t the only way to get some rise into your bakes. German yeasted cakes are a wonder – wholesome and weighty; as close as a sweet can get to lunch, and all the better for it. If you’re baking bread, set aside a bit of the leavened dough for Felicity Cloake’s perfect plum cake, German baking expert Luisa Weiss’s Apfelkuchen or the myriad other cinnamon, cardamom and honey-scented options to be found elsewhere.                    

No Flour of Any Kind

  In one of her more daring moves, Anna Jones makes a lemon cake with cannellini beans, ground almonds and four eggs. It is a stone-cold winner – fudgy, rich and sweet. For something more decadent, try the classic flourless chocolate cake. The recipe I have used for years is as follows: melt 200g butter with 100g dark chocolate over a bain-marie, then mix four egg yolks with 100g sugar, and fold that into the chocolate mix. In another bowl, beat the egg whites into stiff peaks, gradually adding a further 100g sugar, then fold into the chocolate mix and bake in a buttered tin at 180C (160C fan)/350F/gas mark 4 for 45 minutes or until set in the middle. Serve with whipped cream, Greek yoghurt or creme fraiche – if you have any – and a dusting of icing sugar.                    

No Sugar

  Bakers keen to avoid refined sugar have plenty of options, such as syrups (maple, agave, date), fruit (dried and fresh) and sweet root veg (carrots, sweet potato). Nadia Lim does a beautiful banana loaf with coconut. Leela Cyd does one with dates. But having no sugar in lockdown times may call for a more 1950s approach. In her book, Oats in the North & Wheat from the South, Regula Ysewijn makes a very old-school slab of parkin using only tinned sweeteners: heat up 200g golden syrup with 45g treacle and 200g butter, then mix in 200g oat flour (just blitz up some oats in a food processor if you have none), another 100g oats that have been less finely blitzed, 2 tsp each of bicarb and ground ginger, a pinch each of nutmeg and salt, one egg and 2 tbsp whisky (or milk). Bake at 160C (140C fan)/325F/gas mark 3 for about an hour then leave it to cool in the tin. (As an aside, Ysewijn says: “Never fan! Fan is super-evil and should be avoided at all times!”)                    

If you stashed away a tin of Nestlé Carnation instead, you could opt for this recipe from Australia (although obviously you won’t want to sprinkle icing sugar on top).                    

No Eggs

Vegan bakers have a few tricks up their sleeves. Mix 1 tbsp chia seeds or milled flaxseeds with 3 tbsp water and set aside for 15-20 minutes, and you have what’s known as a vegan egg, which generally works as a direct swap-in, say, for a brownie or a loaf cake. If your recipe calls for whipped-up egg whites, as it may for an airy sponge, you can (with some effort) whip up aquafaba (AKA chickpea brine) into frothy white peaks. Again, 3 tbsp is the equivalent of one egg and 2 tbsp for an egg white; Anna Jones tells you what to do here.                

Or take a tip from Ruby Tandoh’s moist chocolate fudge cake. Where most recipes caution that you should not overmix the batter once you have added in the flour, Tandoh’s solution for not using eggs is to do exactly that. You flavour the mix with sweet spices, sweeten it with dates and brown sugar and then beat it for a good minute to give it some structure. Once baked, it is slathered with a mix of melted dark chocolate and golden syrup.                    

No Butter

This one is easy. Use olive oil. Ideally you’d make Maialino’s version with Grand Marnier and orange, but Rachel Roddy does an excellent stand-in with ricotta (which you could replace with strained full-fat yoghurt) and lemon. The citrus or dairy gives the bake a good tang, but I would happily eat a really basic one, too, flavoured only with vanilla essence (such as this Kim Boyce recipe, only using plain flour and without the chocolate or rosemary.) And then there’s the similarly basic French gateau au yaourt. Clotilde Dusoulier’s version calls for vegetable oil, but I’ve tried with the dregs of many bottles, and it’s always a winner.                    

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Whole Wheat Graham Jumbles

So…these might just be my family’s favorite non-chocolate cookie ever and that’s saying a lot for a bunch of cookie monsters! Of course there’s a story behind them, isn’t there always?…

These Whole Wheat Graham “Jumbles” as I so affectionately refer to them, are based on Stella Parks’ recipe for Crispy Whole Wheat Graham Crackers in BraveTart which I promised to share with you last week. I first attempted these about 3 months ago but almost threw the uncooked dough away because it was so crumbly and wouldn’t roll out the way it was supposed to. But my genius, optimistic daughter averted that tragedy by convincing me to bake them anyway—thank goodness or we might never know the magic of these wonderful, but not exactly uniform, treats!

After much taste testing for ahem, scientific reasons, I set out to bake another batch the very next day, following the recipe directions to a T. Oh sure, that wonderful buttery, cinnamon-y flavor shone through and the cookies were perfectly crisp with that added oomph of heartiness from the whole wheat flour, but they still wouldn’t roll out neatly the way they were supposed to. Was I discouraged? A little. Was I about to let a cookie get the better of me? Heck no. Not for a minute.

I was a woman on a mission..Since the original recipe said you can use a bunch of different sweeteners and I had used honey both times, I thought that maybe that was the problem so I hunted down a bottle of Lyle’s Golden Syrup (a British specialty that’s kind of a thick, treacle-y sugar syrup) and got to work. We all thought that Lyle made the cookies taste even better than they did with the honey, but I still wound up with jumbles.

Then I had the brilliant idea that weighing the flour might do the trick because maybe I was adding too much by simply going the measuring cup route and that that was causing the dryness of the dough, but…Nope.

I even got in touch with Stella and she was gracious enough to not only answer me with helpful tips but also included a video of her actually rolling out the dough perfectly. Needless to say, I didn’t get her results.

However, as the weeks turned into months and we kept nibbling away, I decided to stop fighting and just embrace these strangely shaped treats. Besides after baking that many batches, I had come up with my own coping mechanisms and techniques.

I realized that I just had to accept that the dough would be a big crumbly, unruly mass but that in the end, the cookies would still be beautiful, in that inner beauty sort of way. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Now, rather than stressing out about rolling the dough into a single sheet, baking and then cutting into squares, I form the dough into a sort of thickish rectangle—

Roll it out roughly—

Partition it into small sections and roll those out as thinly as possible—

Cut those up at random and then bake.

Which means that what you wind up with is an eclectic mix of addictively crunchy, almost-melt-in-your-mouth, best graham crackers you’ve ever had. Some of them will be nearly perfect rectangles and squares and some will have nubby, cracked edges and resemble the Hawaiian Islands. Who cares when your kitchen smells divine and the cookies taste even better than they smell?!!

Oh, the lengths I will go to for the perfect cookie! Bake up a batch yourself and start your own story today!

Whole Wheat Graham Jumbles

Makes about 2 dozen cookies—all different sizes

Prep Time: 15-20 minutes; Bake Time: 15-18 minutes

Ingredients

3/4 cup (5 1/2 ounces) sugar

1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

1/2 teaspoon Diamond Crystal kosher salt (use half as much if iodized)

1/4 teaspoon cinnamon

1/4 cup (3 ounces) Lyle’s golden syrup or honey

1 1/2 sticks (12 tablespoons) unsalted butter, room temperature—you should be able to easily push into it with your finger but you don’t want it to be melted and runny

2 1/2 cups (12 ounces) whole wheat flour, plus more for rolling out (not stone-ground or white whole wheat)

The Recipe

1. Preheat oven to 350ºF. Have a couple of rimmed cookie sheets on hand.

2. Into the bowl of your electric mixer, place the sugar, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, golden syrup and butter. Mix on low speed until moistened, then increase to medium speed and beat well, until everything is incorporated and the mixture is smooth and creamy, scraping down the sides and bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula as needed. On low speed, add the flour and mix until a soft dough forms. It will look kind of sandy and crumbly. That is ok.

3. Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured board or surface and knead the dough until it all comes together. Divide it in half and shape each piece into a rough 5x6-inch rectangle. Sprinkle one of the halves with some flour, flip over and sprinkle the other side as well. Working from the center out, roll out the dough with a well floured rolling pin until it’s about 1/8-inch thick. No matter what you do, it is going to crack a bit and not roll out perfectly. This is ok. What I like to do is concentrate on getting a section thinly rolled out, ‘cause these are amazing when they are as thin as possible. When a section is thin enough I use a sharp knife or pizza cutter to cut cookie sized pieces and then use a bench scraper or spatula to transfer them to the unlined sheets, leaving just about an inch between the cookies. Some will be fairly symmetrical squares and rectangles, other shapes will look like South America. Again no worries. Gather up any scraps and re-roll until all of the dough is used up.

4. Bake one sheet at a time. After 10 minutes, turn the sheet front to back and bake for another 5 minutes or a bit longer, until cookies are a deep golden color and firm—they will harden as they cool. Let cool for about 10 minutes on the baking sheet on a wire rack. Then transfer to the rack to finish cooling completely. Store cookies in an airtight container at room temperature for up to one week.

Enjoy!

Note: Recipe adapted from BraveTart. I didn’t change the ingredients or proportions but my rolling and baking techniques are entirely different.

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