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travelbloglauralea · 1 year
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Was für ein Tag 🙏😍 nachdem der gestrige Tag nicht so toll geendet hat und wir ein bisschen schlecht drauf waren (gehört nunmal auch dazu) ging es heute nach einer ruhigen Nacht nochmal in die Innenstadt Sevilla, gestern haben wir sie schon mit dem Fahrrad erkundet und heute zu Fuß. Wir sind durch kleine schmale Gassen geschlendert haben leckeren Veganen Bürger, Vegane Kronuts und Cookies gegessen 🤤 (was für ein Luxus) dann sind wir an einer Stierkampf Arena vorbei gegangen man konnte dort auch rein gehen, wollten dies aber nicht unterstützen. Das Highlight des Tages war unser Tattootermin worauf wir uns schon seid über 2 Wochen freuen 😍 und es ist sooooo unglaublich schön geworden, wir sind beide richtig zufrieden.
Jetzt stehen wir an der Grenze zu Portugal in einem Wald Stück und der Regen prasselt auf unser Dach und wir spielen Sudoku und gehen jetzt gleich schlafen 😴
PS: Homii und Casper Küsschen nicht vergessen 🐴 ❤️ viel Spaß morgen beim ersten Türchen 🎄
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chubbievegan · 2 years
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Gorgeous chocolate kronut, I think by @silverapplesbakery , and lovely drinks served at @wearefeelgoodclub in Manchester. Great vibes in that space. #vegan #meatfree #eggfree #dairyfree #whatveganseat #veganfood #plantbased #plantbaseddiet #food #veganforlife #foodporn #veganfortheanimals #crueltyfree #vegetarian #instafood #vegansofig #veglife #veganinspo #manchestervegan #manchesterfood #manchester #veganmanchester #kronut https://www.instagram.com/p/CdsJpNLKOj2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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yazzers · 3 years
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Brunch from Toast 🍞
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theragingmoon · 5 years
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coffee with my mum in sheffield 🍩
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prvtocol · 2 years
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Most of the day has passed. There are still three hours left to January 3rd. Snow melts from his shoes onto the welcome mat, the words scraped and sprinkled white, and he decides against digging into his pocket for keys --- his hands are too full. He rings the doorbell. He waits the indeterminable minute. She may be plodding down the hall now, leaning into the peephole, and surprised, maybe stunned, the deadlock jostles and her door whines open.
There stands Emil, snow clinging to his hair and a carry-on by his side. He has a bouquet of red flowers in his hand. They’re roses.
“I remembered,” he tells her, simple. He’s entirely aware of the time. “I still have three hours.”
It’s like a defense for the lateness, only he doesn’t need one. He should still be in Denmark on business, not here at her doorstep, her neighbor’s Christmas lights still winking on behind him, his hair shining yellow.
Snow falls and scatters white on his coat. He kisses her brow.
He lets her request what she wants that night, and he does not deny her.
She never unlocked a door so fast in her life. The late hour necessitating soft steps down the narrow entryway. But the terror of peeking through the eyehole and her heart palpitating nonstop is all blinked away the instant she sees Emil on her step. 
Speechless, she offers a greeting of wide eyes and brow furling upward in fond wonder of how he continues to surprise her. He was supposed be gone for another week if not two. He remembered, he tells her. She never once mentioned her birthday when he left after Christmas.
With his words, only a lighthearted huff of a laugh rides on the exhale of her breath that gets caught in the cold air. Her smile grows bigger under eyelids closing at the kiss he gifts her forehead. 
❛ This is, ❜ beyond words she can form, her heart overflowing, her head shaking in disbelief. 
A wind flurry whisks a good size clump of snow on his shoulder; white atop his black wool overcoat. It breaks Brianne’s thought, her hand reaching to dust it away.
❛ Oh dear. Hurry on in. I have a fire going. ❜ The door at her back pushed completely open. ❛ It’s dreadful out. Only going to get worse I hear. Thank goodness you weren’t stuck anywhere. ❜ A voice lost is now found tumbling out. 
The bouquet burdening one of his hands is exchanged into hers in the hall, his carryon halted at his side. ❛ For you. ❜ His voice pointed, as it often is. 
A bouquet of perfect ruby red blooms contrasts to the sorry state of outside. In the dim yellowed light glittered with muted blues and reds from the twinkling lights outside, her stare falls wistful upon them. She has not seen fresh cut flowers in years and never has she been given red roses, a gesture so overtly romantic that she can’t help but feel heat rush to her cheeks.  
❛ They’re beautiful. ❜ Understated, her disbelief in his presence lingering. Peeking back up at him, she finds those mismatched eyes quiet but soft on her face. She leans in, her heels lifting to plant a chaste kiss on his lips, nose lingering on the tip of his before she pulls back to speak. ❛ Thank you for these, darling. And for you, the best birthday surprise I’ve ever had. ❜
The kitchen beckons her to find a vase. He goes to the hall closet where a hanger awaits his coat. As always on his return, she asks if he’s eaten. He has. She was about to call it a night. Her long hair let down, dressed in a nightgown and long robe, her journal closed on the table waiting to be put away. But the fireplace still glows. 
A change of plans.
The roses are set on the coffee table in a vase that before held fake eucalyptus twigs. Two small mugs of sipping chocolate are made. A 1940s Vera Lynn album pulled from a growing pile of antique records in the corner, is played on low. An oversized chair fit for two is slid a little closer to the fire. But more warmth comes from him at her side, her one leg draped over his, their fingers entwined, her forehead nuzzled into his neck, him playing with her hair. Quiet conversation amid comfortable silences and little sips of rich chocolate late into the night until sleep drifts one of them away...
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Momento dulce del día!!! #GuiltyPleasure #Kronuts #SemanaSanta2021 (en Residencia Geldres - Mendoza) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNJSMv8sg_O5zIdjJaZpVAlxOIaWf1pv7u_Zc40/?igshid=qn0y1gqyymbr
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ecigaretteempire · 6 years
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Is it a croissant, is it a donut? All I know is that its bomb!! Glazed Kronuts by Marina Vape tastes like a warm glazed toasted croissant with a doughy sweet center. Get one fresh out of the oven for $13.95 at https://www.ecigaretteempire.com/collections/marina-vape _______________________________________________ Let’s go nuts for Kronuts!! _______________________________________________ #vapor #vapers #vapefam #vapesociety #vapedaily #vapestagram #vapefriends #vapenation #vapelyfe #vapeporn #ejuice #eliquid #ecigaretteempire #handcheck #vapelife #vegas #lasvegas #lasvegasstrip #huntingtonbeach #hb #clouds #cloudz #marina #marinavape #newjuice #vapejuice #kronuts
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crysgarris · 4 years
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i could definitely go for one of these right now; i miss barcelona. 😋😓 (at chök barcelona)
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pencilscratchins · 5 years
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i enjoy the fact that harry had gay uncles and the only person not to realize it is joanne kronut rowlin
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eatfabulously · 7 years
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"Kronuts" from Chök, Barcelona [4592x288]
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actuallybakermeggi · 4 years
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Every mixing bowl she has is out. The contents of her fridge and pantry are sprawled out across the island. Flour, butter, and sugar coat her skin and stick to the hair that has fallen into her face despite her best efforts to keep it away. She wipes at her brow with the back of her forearm before pulling out yet another tray from the oven.
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When her box arrived with her new supplies she couldn’t wait to get started on baking so Lydia could help with the photography and they could get the ball rolling on the whole project. She settled on five items for today since she had not plans otherwise, having worked hard to get orders out yesterday to free up her time today— what was supposed to be a lazy Sunday like always.
Kara’s Kronuts
Boston Cream Pie Macarons
Stardusted Donuts
Meralines
MSquared BSquared
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The cut outs of the cronuts were rising in the fridge, almost ready to be fried up. The donuts were cooked and waiting for their glaze and decoration in a basket on one of the clean corners of the kitchen. The Meralines were cooling on one of her racks, already sprinkled with sea salt. The macarons, which she had just pulled out, were cooling on another rack next to the Meralines. This was her second batch as the first ones didn’t look picture perfect— fickle things those shells are some times. She still needed to make her filling for those she reminded herself as she slid in her marbled pot brownies.
That was the last thing *in* the oven for today if her macaron shells settled nicely. She didn’t realize how much of her day she had wasted away after she quickly settled into her zone and had her own kitchen karaoke session using and tool she had in her hand at the time as a microphone whenever she started belting it out. Mac even joined in with a howl or two from where she was curled up on the back of the couch.
Taking in the mess she had created, she started to gather her ingredients she didn’t need for icing the donuts or frying the cronuts and putting them back away to clear some space. It took three trips to the pantry, hugging arm fulls of ingredients close, to get it all put up. She would have to make a trip to the store to replenish a lot of her staples for this project. She wondered where that hook guy went. She could really go for a delivery; shrugging at the thought she added the things she needed to replenish to her list and would go get it all tomorrow. She gathered up all of her dishes in a neat pile near her sink and wipes down the counter.
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chubbievegan · 2 years
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My first ever cronut and it will certainly not be my last. So delicious and flaky! This is the Lotus Kronut by @silver_apples_bakery sold from @milkhoneymcr #vegan #meatfree #eggfree #dairyfree #whatveganseat #veganfood #plantbased #plantbaseddiet #food #veganforlife #foodporn #veganfortheanimals #crueltyfree #vegetarian #instafood #vegansofig #veglife #veganinspo #manchestervegan #manchesterfood #manchester #veganmanchester #cronut #kronut #vegandessert #veganmanchesteruniversity https://www.instagram.com/p/CcpN3C0qWsl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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slickgreedy · 5 years
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Some #deliciousness from the good folks over at 👉🏽• @glazeartisan Baklava Kronut’s getting their drizzle on ..... 😜😋 . . Available on Saturdays and Sundays ; first come first serve....while supplies last . . . #glazedonuts #baklava #kronut #slickgreedy #gooddaygoodpeoplegoodfood https://www.instagram.com/p/B0DX-q9H-Xj/?igshid=15tc5lyfwpgg0
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cheftarunkapoor · 6 years
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#kronut #salt #sugar #bakery # egas #reno #tesla #tpur #fun #mustang fast #car #food #ride #chefslife #dinnersolved #lunch #onthego #cheftarunkapoor
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prvtocol · 2 years
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@dullahaunt asked: ∅ for the ol' kronut | Send ∅ for my muse's opinion about yours. (accepting)
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“kronut” = Day old and stale. Lost its chew. Hollow in the center….jk ;)
2077 Bri to an acquaintance asking about his services: “You won’t find a better man in the business. Yes, he’s a bit prickly. No time for chit chat, but considering his trade, you want someone professional. And he doesn’t care about your background, only your eddies, so he’s quite a good find for corpos. I quite fancy him actually. An interesting fellow.”
2080 Bri’s -very personal and spoken to no one- opinion: “His work and success I feel defines how everyone else sees him. That’s Christian Holst, the ECC’s top memory and documents forger. I knew Mister Holst too. A man with an intimidating stare that might suggest you are seconds away from wasting his time. So staunch a businessman, he cares for nothing more than making a profit and proving he’s the best in his trade. And he is. No discounts. No niceties. Christian Holst doesn’t let people in. No one would even know that he rebuilt himself from nothing. A hollow shell of man.
Somewhere along the way, he let me see him as Emil Kron. Sure, Emil Kron and Christian Holst are the same man. The former nearly all but lost to memory brokers. The latter the self-made success who pretends to be untouchable. Each are men of few words and the words they say are rather pointed. But I don’t think either mean any harm unless someone is asking for it. But I wouldn’t call him benign. I know what Christian Holst is equipped for.
But Christian Holst doesn’t laugh or smile really. Every night he returns home to an empty penthouse suite or a five-star hotel room to watch classic films he’s seen a hundred times over until he falls asleep, medicine taken, only to wake up and put his fine tailored suit back on to do it all again. He says he’s fine as such. Has all he wants. Not a deeper care in the world.
But Emil, he smiles and laughs in his own near imperceptible way. He likes to tease me, making me pout or confounded with another blunt question. Every now and then he’ll completely catch me off-guard and say or do something incredibly and unknowingly romantic and wonder why I am left spinning. He’s so ridiculously genuine that I never question his motives, unless we’re playing a game. Competitive enough to cheat, it seems. I know him as a most patient man. Attentive. Giving. Gentle. He’s my silly little everything and I’m so terribly fond of him my head hurts just thinking about it.
He may be content as Christian Host, but I think he’s happier as Emil Kron.”
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wakeupcomic · 5 years
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Selvon, ur smarter than donut kronut
selvon is canonically the smartest wake up troll and theres no fighting against that
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