#Gold Medal Flour

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Carnation Milk Co, 1954

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Minneapolis via Jeff Schad

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Gold Medal Flour, 1960

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Betty Crocker says: a gift you bake is a gift from the heart.

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Downtown Minneapolis as seen from across the Mississippi River.

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Gold Medal Flour, Minneapolis 6/27/23 by Sharon Mollerus

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For any of you what bake or otherwise cook with flour.

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Gay Cookies!

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minneapolis, so far…(and a little Chicago)!!!

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General Mills Inc, 1976

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Gold Medal Flour, saving the marriages of assholes since 1880.

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【Synopsis】 : Late night baking leads to popping open some wine and spilling secrets you thought you would take to the grave.

『Word count』 : 1k

Paring: Roommate!Bucky x Roomate!Reader

[Warnings] : Pinning, alcohol, mentions of being drunk, kissing. Some insecure thoughts. Civilian Bucky trope. Morden Au. The use of the word Idiot multiple times in a light-hearted manner.

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It was like any average Tuesday. Well, if average meant drinking the whole pantry, leaving only the cheapest wine in the back. Now that you both were royally buzzed, flour, sugar, and all sorts covered the countertop. Whose idea was it to cook at 3am with your roommate and best friend.

“Ah No!! You missed the bowel.” You yelp as Bucky wobbles to crack the eggs into the mixing bowl. You quickly turn the tap on to drain the forgotten shell and yolk. Bucky hops to the fridge to grab the milk, chugging some of the wine straight out of the bottle.

“JAMES! Pour a glass!! stop chugging like a frat boy.” You slur, jumping behind him, trying to snatch the bottle off him, but his board back stops you. You take one more jump, but you land wrong, slipping from your sock hitting a wet patch on the ground, most likely some wine that was spilled without your knowledge.

“Woah.” He grabs you quickly, dropping the bottle in the process. Wrapping his arm around your waist, his face inches from yours as noses graze each other. The bottle lands on the floor with a thump, luckily not breaking, and since Bucky chugged the rest of the wine inside, nothing spilled out other than a few small drops. Everything went quiet for a moment as he stared at you in your eyes, his face only inches from yours.

“Hi…” He whispers, his alcoholic breath hitting your lips. You hold onto him tighter, your fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes. You bit your lip, looking at him deep in his gaze. You always had a crush on him, but never spoke up about it, worried he might freak and never talk to you. So through nights of crying alone while you wish he would be yours, you came to the realization that he was your best friend and nothing more.

“Hi…” You smiled back as he helped you up. Letting you go, you fixed your shirt before going back to mixing the mixture for the cupcakes. He picked up the bottle, wiping away the mess he spilled so no one would slip again.

“Now all we need is to put the mixture into the pan.” Your voice became quieter as Bucky stepped closer and closer until his chest was against yours. He grabs your chin and tilts his head while staring at you. You gulp shaking slightly at his touch, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“You have something on your face.” He spoke soft. Maybe it was the alcohol or it was the fact he had given up on leaving little hints. Go big or go home, right? Before you could reply, he dipped his finger into the batter, quickly smudging the uncooked chocolate mixture on your lips.

“It’s right there.” He looked dead in your eyes, trying to find any sense of uncomfortableness, but all he saw was your big doe eyes staring up at him with all the love in the world. His lips caught yours, letting his tongue graze along your bottom lip, licking the sweet mixture off. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers snaking into the ends of his hair. A tear broke, feeling a sense of happiness and guilt. Was he just kissing you because you both were drunk, or was it love? Love that you wished and craved for.

“Bucky…” You pulled away first making him chase your lips, but you turned to face the counter before he could plant another one.

“Did we just—kiss? yes, yes we did.” He interrupted almost sounding smug like he just won a gold medal. Blush formed on your cheeks, feeling hot. The alcohol is definitely kicking in now.

“Do you love me?” You blurted out, pouring the batter while he suddenly stood stunned at your question, it was his turn now blush. Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out a soft chuckle.

“I’ve always loved you, idiot…” He only called you that when he was embarrassed, trying to divert things onto you instead. You finished pouring the batter, placing the tray inside the oven, you finally turn to face him.

“You know what I mean.” You looked at your feet, feeling your heartache. Was this the moment your friendship ends? He immediately went to protect mode, walking over in a rush to close the gap between you two.

“Doll you know..argh what I mean is..shit…” His head was spinning, it was 4 in the morning and you both were off your rockers, he couldn’t think straight, stumbling on his words. But the only thing he knew what to say was something he feared if he ever were to speak it aloud.

“I love you more than you know. I’ve loved you the moment we shared that ice cream while sitting on top of the jungle gym in prep. I loved you the moment we ditched prom together cause our dates were terrible and ate Burger King on the beach in our formal attire. I love every moment, every day, and every second I’m with you. Drunk or not, I’ll scream it aloud for you. I love you.” His rambling brought you to tears, emotions filling your senses. It was an overload. An overload of joy, happiness, and contentment. He did have the same feelings for you. Your fear was nothing more than a childish nightmare. He hugged you, seeing the tears falling, rubbing small circles into your back.

“We only shared that ice cream cause you dropped yours…” You snuggled into his chest, sniffling a little bit.

“That’s all you go out of my whole deceleration of love.” He laughed, pulling away to lean on the counter. You laughed with him, hitting his chest lightly.

“Hey it’s true, though! You were trying to climb the slide when I kept telling you it was a bad idea, but no, you did it anyway.” You laugh wiping a stray tear from your eye. The laughter slowly died down, and you see him smiling at you like a puppy.

“I did take in your whole speech, idiot,” you smirk, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Uh okay so does this mean I get to call you my partner now,” he asks, snaking his arm around your waist. You pretend to think for a moment, playing your finger on your lip before you smile.

“I guess, as long as I can call you my boyfriend.” You giggle, making in punch the air with a sly ‘yes’ in happiness.

“God, you’re an idiot…” You laugh at his actions.

“Yes but I’m your idiot.”

[posttexasstressdisorder]

This week's grocery trip...

Sticker shock. I've talked about how much they'd gone up on things over the last few weeks. Today kinda took the cake.

Even at GrocOut, things were a dollar more than they had been, or else are not there altogether. The tortillas for instance: $5.99 and I'm not talkin' fancy gluten free nada...just plain fucking flour tortillas. All the breads that used to be $3.99 are now $5.49 or $5.99. The 5lb bag of plain Gold Medal flour is now $5.99.

Lucky was actually worse, which I've come to expect now. They're still not as bad as Safeway on most things, but what they choose to jack the prices on, and by HOW MUCH makes me want to report them for price gouging.

I do a lot of baking, so i use the plain Crisco baking sticks when shortening is called for. Last time I was there they had gone up to $6.49...today they were $8.49 !!!! I am gonna see what Safeway has them for next time I get a prescription. I literally just shook my head and walked on. My mom used to buy the damn Gallon Can of the stuff to fry with for less than two bucks. Now the tiny plastic tub (no bigger than a cup) is $6.99 and the three-pack of the sticks is, again, an unbelievable $8.49.

The BonMammon preserves, another one I check to see the price on, are also $8.49. For a TINY JAR of preserves. I used to buy them on sale fo $3.99!!!!!! They were never more than $4.99, until they were suddenly going up a fucking dollar a week, like most of these other things.

I got stuff we need, butter, eggs, milk, etc. and those were about the same as last week, but i couldn't justify getting the quart of whipping cream, it's now $8.99, the pint is $6.49, the largest is $15.49.

In all, everything I usually get at GroceOut for about $80 tops, was $125.80 today. Lucky was another $58.something on top of that. And today is May 3. I have $110 left on the EBT for the fucking rest of the month.

It's usery. It's price gouging...it's becoming impossible, like everything fucking else!