#Lavender Spring

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Artfight revenge on @pfeffaroo/@haycartesmethod

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04/04/25

[sweetoothgirl]

Lemon lavender cookies

[fullcravings]

Strawberry Lavender Milkshakes

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Can I pls have lavender headers with dividers?

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~ For the Love of Purple ~

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[elminx]

Lemon Lavender Cupcakes For Calm in Troubled Times

This is hands down one of the best things I have ever made, and if you are afraid of baking, don't be. I have never been a particularly proficient baker. Even before I learned I had to go gluten-free, and without gluten to do the work for me, it has been a rough go, baking-wise. So if I can make this recipe, you can make this recipe.

This recipe combines two of my most trusted allies: lemon and lavender. I enchanted the lemon cupcakes for general cleansing and the lavender buttercream for calm, because this is what most of us need to help us navigate 2025.

It's a shit show; I made cupcakes. These were part of my May Day Dinner - you can check out that post for other fun culinary spring projects.

A note on ingredients: good ripe fresh lemon and culinary lavender are a must for this recipe. They are the two standout ingredients, so we want them to be their best. Any white/yellow/vanilla cake mix will work here, or if you're more adventurous than I, you can make the whole cake yourself. I used Betty Crocker brand gluten-free Yellow Cake Mix, because that's what my local store had on hand. On the other hand, I used an unwaxed organic lemon and culinary lavender I bought at the Cape Cod Lavender Farm last summer.

As written, these are recipes. I expect you to bring your magic to these to make them your own.

Lemon Cupcakes

1 box yellow cake mix (vanilla would work too) Zest of 1 Lemon 3 tbs. lemon juice

I followed the exact instructions on the back of my cake mix and added lemon zest and juice when the wet liquids were added, but I made no other changes to the recipe. As I said, I'm not an expert baker. They came out very well.

This particular cupcake reminds me of Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors, which is a sign that spirit is present in my household.

Lavender Buttercream Frosting

1/4 Cup milk 1 tbs. lavender 3 cups powdered sugar 2 sticks of unsalted butter at room temperature 1 tbs vanilla Salt, to taste Purple food coloring, optional Purple edible glitter, optional

I infused the lavender in warm (not boiling) milk for 15 minutes, then strained it out before adding all the ingredients to my Kitchen Aid. I then ran it on low with the paddle attachment until it was frosting. I added three drops each of red and blue food coloring to get a light purple effect. (I'm sure it can be done with a hand mixer; the Kitchen Aid just makes it much easier.)

The temperature of the butter was key here. The frosting will be very temperature dependent; store it in the fridge, but if you want to pipe it, it must be at room temperature.

I don't have piping equipment, so I made a makeshift one out of a Ziploc bag with a hole cut in the corner.

The end result is a strong lemon cupcake with a lovely, subtle lavender frosting; this isn't overpowering or "soapy" at all.

I will definitely make these again.

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@decidedly33 this has somehow become an inspiration circle... rb can max has come home to roost!

"...All that to say, corporate wants us to promote the seasonal flavors."

Max has his chin propped on his hand, half awake in the meeting room as their marketing lead clicks through a slideshow.

He's not sure why he needed to be here at Milton Keynes, at seven in the morning, just to be told he's going to be holding a different colored Red Bull can.

His eyes are drifting back shut when the next slide clicks over, and then they're suddenly wide open.

Liam makes a strangled laugh next to him, and Christian looks like he's trying very hard to keep a straight face.

"Are you fucking serious?"

Max doesn't mean to blurt it out- it just. Happens.

The slide has different mockups of their racing suits, in vibrant colors.

Liam finds his voice.

"Mate- no way. Are we actually wearing those? We're not actually wearing those."

He's looking at Christian for the last bit, voice wavering.

Christian presses his lips together, eyes sparking.

"You're wearing them."

Max blinks. He's staring at the screen, hoping that if he keeps looking at it, it will magically change to anything else. It doesn't. He's still looking directly at a racesuit mockup with his name on it, eye searingly orange. The APRICOT pasted across the right side, wrapping around mock-Max's ribs- it's mocking him.

He looks their marketing rep directly in the eyes.

"This is worse than the lederhosen."

Liam snorts as Christian winces.

"Max, don't say that-"

"No, it definitely is-"

------

GP ruffles Max's hair as he's hunched over his breakfast plate, and Max groans, because he knows where this is going.

"You excited to be orange today?"

Max is not excited to be orange. He misses the navy suits already.

Now he's an apricot.

"This is cruel, GP. I do not know what I did to deserve it."

GP snorts as he sits next to Max, setting his own plate gently on the table, followed by-

"Mate."

"I'm representing the brand, Max."

Max glares at the stupid orange can. He's going to see that shade everywhere. The whole team has been drinking them, as part of the push to showcase their "seasonal flavors".

Apparently, Max thinking of the original can as an extension of his own hand for over ten years hasn't been enough.

He groans, dropping his head against the table as GP pats his back.

"Cheer up Maxy, at least you've got some variety in your fireproofs now."

What.

------

They're maroon. The sponsors stand out on the sleeves, but he's still got a giant bull charging down his right tit, white against the maroon of the fireproofs. Marketing has left no stone unturned.

Max glares at them, willing himself to develop laser eyes and burn them to ashes.

Nothing happens, and the offending pile sits there on his bench.

Mocking him.

------

Liam looks hilariously terrible, which makes Max feel slightly better. The orange- or rather, apricot- color isn't doing his blonde any favors.

Max tugs at a sleeve as he stands inside hospitality, sulking. Liam is also sulking. The marketing department had thought it best to make the fireproof a surprise, so there's not been any kind of press announcement beyond a teasing "apricot in Zandvoort, anybody?" on the teams social media accounts.

He sighs, looking down at the suit. It's going to stand out weird next to the McLaren boys, but at the same time- it's hard to mistake a human sized Red Bull can.

"Hey Max?"

Max turns to look at Liam, whose young eyes are filled with pain and despair.

"Yes?"

"If you could go back in time, knowing you'd have to wear... this. Would you still pick Red Bull?"

Max looks back down at his feet. Even his racing boots are white and maroon.

He thinks of Mercedes, and of Ferrari. George and Kimi have looked defeated since day one of the season, and Charles and Lewis... They've all heard the radio messages.

Still. None of them are bright orange billboards.

"Nope."

Liam nods sadly.

"I'm bloodsworn. Why did I do that."

Max makes a face. He'd be more sympathetic- but he's also bloodsworn, so. Moot point.

------

Charles is staring at him on the truck as they get ready for the drivers parade. Max has been pretending not to notice for the last five minutes, but he can feel his gaze like ants on his skin, finally turning his head to meet his eyes, snapping.

"What?"

Charles holds up his hands in surrender, cheeks pink. Maybe the Ferrari suits are hot this year, or he hasn't had enough water.

"Nothing! Nothing. I uh- I like the new suit. Very... orange."

"It's apricot."

His eyes widen the same time Charles' do, and there's a disgusting feeling crawling up his spine as the words come out of his mouth. Charles is grinning.

"So, you will be respectful when the boys remind everyone that theirs is papaya, yes? Because it is clearly not all just 'orange'."

"Leclerc."

Charles snorts, clapping a hand over his mouth, and Max gives up, sighing.

"Yeah, whatever. Papaya, apricot... it's all fucking orange, mate."

------

In Max's defense, he's not thinking about the stupid suit when he jumps with the trophy- he's amazed that his pile of scrap metal survived to the last lap, absolutely baffled that he's standing in first place- he doesn't often get excited for wins anymore but this one is special, here at home.

So maybe he's excited. Maybe he jumps in the air, running to his mechanics.

It doesn't mean he deserves to be turned into a meme.

The fans feel otherwise. Max has three posts sent to him from Victoria by the time he can check his phone, and 18 messages from Danny, along with a six minute long voice message from Lando he's absolutely not listening to. There's also a single laughing emoji from Checo, which is really just salt in the wound, at this point. Max is going to make them send him one to wear anyways.

The most recent message from Dan just reads-

They're calling you starfishstappen, by the way. Max Verstarfish.

Max takes a deep breath. Shuts his phone off.

Dramatically drops onto the bed, screaming into the pillow, arms flopped wide on either side of him, legs dangling off the end.

Like a fucking starfi-

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04/17/25

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