#StressBaking

[fullcravings]

Red Velvet Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting

[sksasanka]

This Strawberry Rhubarb Tart combines the sweet and tangy flavors of strawberries and rhubarb in a buttery puff pastry crust. It's an easy and delightful dessert perfect for stress baking or any occasion.

Ingredients: 1 sheet frozen puff pastry, thawed. 2 cups sliced rhubarb. 2 cups sliced strawberries. 1/2 cup granulated sugar. 2 tablespoons cornstarch. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract. 1 egg, beaten for egg wash.

Instructions: Warm the oven up to 190C 375F. Put some flour on a surface and roll out the puff pastry until it fits into a tart pan. Cut off any extra dough and press the pastry into the tart pan. Put rhubarb, strawberries, sugar, cornstarch, and vanilla extract in a large bowl and mix them together until they are well mixed. Evenly spread the fruit mixture on top of the pastry that has been prepared. For a golden crust, brush the edges of the dough with egg that has been beaten. Place in the oven and bake for 30 to 35 minutes, or until the pastry is golden brown and the filling starts to bubble. Let it cool a bit before cutting it up and serving it.

Prep Time: 20 minutes

Cook Time: 35 minutes

MusingZero

[stressbakeling]

Burning Time - 01/16/24

My mother once told me she always felt that time was whipping past her--that she could never hold on to any one moment for long enough. I have heard many people say that as they grow older they feel that time picks up speed; cascading down hill, out of their control.

I have always felt that time could never move fast enough. It still feels like it moves glacially over me, that it's all I need do in my life to distract from the drag of the hand around the clock face. I will be 31 years of age this year. How am I not twice that? How have I not done so much so as to afford a round 40, or 50?

I assume my time slip began at Culver. Leaving home, making a new life in a place I did not grow up, experiencing things beyond the shadow of my family all felt like the beginning of my departure from my age. Packing up my things at thirteen and taking on the "world" (even though the world had a really bad meal plan and a very thick-walled bubble) started to push me away from relating to the American children on TV or in young adult novels that were anxious about learning how to drive, their locker jamming before class, who they were going to take to prom.

While I (and all of my peers) felt the loss of a traditional high school experience we'd never have, we racked up a series of weird alternatives in place. Inspections, horses, canons, a dining hall, a jungle gym campus full of buildings with ancient art, forbidden rooms, floor to ceiling windows, solitude, seclusion. A sort of trauma bond secures all Culver classmates to each other--I think it's why some people who leave that place never have a chance to get more interesting than they were at 16 or 17 years of age.

College offered a horrible whiplash. Surrounded by freshman, yet again, but even though they weren't 14, they felt it. Stumbling to figure out credit cards, homesickness, laundry, campus spaces, time management. I felt isolated as time halted. Too young to enter the world, too undereducated to hold my own--but too experienced to connect with every other person around me. I had to make friends that were older, time off of campus felt realer. Things like Greek life and sports teams felt like false crutches for community--something we could all pretend to care about. The drift in experience began to pick up speed, and the spaces I would be taken seriously also rapidly began to shrink. I took up a job to pay for tuition, moved off campus into an apartment with other more frugal peers, sought out internship programs that were not available to me via the university. Every romantic involvement felt like an echo delay. We were never working on the same problems, concerned about the same things.

Since then, the pain of being ahead (and also, somehow behind) has eased in some places and increased in others. As I have aged, I feel less unsure about myself, about whether or not my experience is being corrupted by emotion or hormones or my stage in life. However, I have never looked my age and this continues to lock me into a very strange place in the minds and eyes of others. I wrestle with being taken seriously at work, in public. Being treated as responsible, as independent, as intelligent or stable has been something I've always had to fight as a youngish looking woman.

"But Marisa," I can hear you not say "you cut your hair boyishly short, you dye it crazy colors. You dress like you're on your way to a festival. You're not particularly serious as a person. Of course people think you're young!"

I'll tell you, for a time, I tried to look older. I wanted the world to treat me the way I felt inside. I grew out my hair, wore glasses, acquired boobs, dressed more conservatively--it did not make a dramatic difference. I would still be harangued at the grocery store for putting wine in my cart and float in a weird space of being accepted by older coworkers but never seen as an equal. Still sexualized and infantilized for the way I look. "Enjoy it while it lasts" women bartenders, waitresses, cashiers would say to me with exhausted eyes, handing my ID back to me, irritated with my reaction of being treated with suspicion for being what they felt was a desirable trait.

At 30, I imagined that I would feel a sense of relief. Maybe a fantasy tipping point where my judgement, my mentality, my sense of commitment were no longer questioned because I had purple hair or a chicken tattoo. It turns out that it never had anything to do with me in the first place. I am through with waiting to be seen as a legitimate actor in the space. I will not play to what other people feel stands for some genuine insignia of maturity. I will not cosplay as someone I'm not in order for people to acknowledge who I actually am. I am through with burning my time when it's someone else's problem that I am not bright enough for them.

[lotusxpop]

Peter at 3 am baking

Tony: what are you doing Peter?

Peter: bake great life decisions

Tony:...

Bucky pops up besides Peter with freshly made cupcakes: it works

[whotookmysenbon]

🍴 - Do you cook and/or bake often?

🍰 - Can you bake a cake from the scratch? Which one(s)?

Cooking? Cooking is relatively easy. Burn things until they're no longer raw, play around with spices and eyeball things.

Baking? Baking is a whole other vibe. I know how it's supposed to work from a chemistry stand point, but the entire time I'm being judged by the piecrust and the yeast can smell fear and will fuck your life up.

... So Cooking is a kinda, baking is a no. Except for throwing the odd premade cookie dough in the oven.

[krauseandrickmanfan]

Seems like they will bring more cop stories now that Athena requested a rookie.

I guess they also took personally the complains abour her screentime and storylines lol

[quietwingsinthesky]

i have Perfected my cookie cake recipe :3

[xxmiserysmilesxx]

Oh my GOD the moshenshang hyperfixation is really getting you huh? whats binghe doing in this au tho, I imagine he’s learning self love and care and generally not needing another persons validation to live anymore. Thoughts?

IT IS IT IS LOL

And yes rhat’s the perfect answer. He’s working through his like. Shizun equivalent of daddy issues and listening to Lana Del Rey while stressbaking. He probably has a dog.

[punkeropercyjackson]

You always reblog a lot of really nice looking food pics and stuff, so I was curious- what’s your favorite food? Also do you cook? You give off “good at cooking and/or baking” vibes.

Yeah i cook a lot!!I learned how to stresscook/stressbake on stresseating consistency-

Strawberries,cheeseburgers,cheese fries,bubblegum ice cream,cookies and cream flavoured and cherry blossom flavoured things,pepperoni pizza,potato chips,bubble waffles,boba,loaded pancakes and brigadeiros :3

[primalvessel]

Maru's face lit up on receiving the gift and when he opened it to find an assortment of carefully thought-out items and tasty snacks, his ears flicked happily and he turned his gaze up to Grim in delight.

"Thank you so much! Happy Starlight to you too!" he gushed, hands full with the giftbox that he couldn't gesticulate properly. The giftbox was shifted slightly as if he wanted to use his hands nonetheless.

"Would you like to enjoy some of this with me?" he invited, head tilting a little bit. "We could find a comfortable spot in the warm?" He was already salivating over the fruit tarts and the just the generally delectable scents rising from the assortment.

💝

{ It's Starlight! | Accepting | @primalvessel }

"Happy Starlight!" Grim triumphantly held up the giftbox, grinning cheekily at Maru.

Inside are:

A miqo-ear beanie with a Starlight tree border and a pom-pom on each ear

Matching fingerless gloves with a fold-over mitten.

Several boxes of cookies, each with ingredient lists included. Iced sugar cookies, gingerbread, chocolate chip, double chocolate chip, chocolate-butterscotch chip, peanut butter, red velvet with cream cheese drizzle... and something called 'death wish' that appears to be three kinds of chocolate and butterscotch chips all tossed together.

A box of mini tarts - several kinds of fruit, chocolate, and... pumpkin?

Half a dozen mini loaves of bread.

A teeny-tiny starlight cake, sized for two.

[notaplaceofhonour]

stressbaked some challa. used whole wheat flour. that was a mistake.

[themetaphorgirl]

I'm sprucing up my masterpost pages; I think at this point I ought to give Six of Crows and Umbrella Academy their own pages. And Glee since I'm editing and crossposting all of my old Stressbaker 'verse fics!

[stressbakeling]

Two Years & A Few Tears - 11/7/23

Wow, we've lapped two years since I have said words here, but we're dusting ole' faithful off. I think it's been some time that I've spoken my mind into the void, and to be honest, baking has taken a backseat in these past 25 months or so while I tried to transplant this weird root system across the country with mixed success.

Last time we talked, it was in the foolish midst of a throw-away year. Eric and I had not yet moved two floors up, then across the country, then apart. I had just come back into full-time possession of Dobby, the chihuahua that swallowed a banshee. I still worked for my old job, and ran in place in the Bay Area, and, for the most part, vacuum-sealed a lot of dreams away in the name of money, love, and comfort.

I wonder if Marisa of this era would have known all that was to come... Part of me thinks she did and she didn't. But now, three months into living in my own (rented) house on my own (rented) hill, I think she would have been curious to know how swimming up was hard and easy and freeing and terrible. All of my things fit in my new kitchen with some fiddling but mostly ease. I fill every space now, I don't think twice about if I am wanted where I am, because I don't think twice--and I am where I am. My heart still aches for the familiar, but the world is wide and wonderful.

As I slink into my second Pittsburgh winter continually trying to cast off the bathwater and keep the baby, I return to shifting my perspective. Everything new is mine, really mine. Everything old has inseparably fused with what I used to be. The furniture of my grief cannot be stricken or burned, only re-upholstered and put to better use. I crack open old cookbooks. I bake again.

I know we don't talk as much as we used to, but let's talk again. I miss you, I think you do, too.

[felifeltfrog]

Stressbaking as a form of anxiety coping is out, now we reinstall Skyrim for the 500th time

[miss-constelia]

ok hi 🥺 i have a michie hc today

max and richie bake and cook together sometimes!! this is based off a roleplay where richie was stressbaking and pete wanted to bake with him and max got soooo jealous

-🌟

Max is DEFINITELY a jealous boy

god i love these soft hcs

[patkinmon]

Eddie was not the center of Buck’s story lmao; his abandonment issues were. That’d be like saying his story was about Tommy.

The abandonment issue that flared up because Eddie left. I know Eddie isn't the cause of the issues itself, but they came back because he left and that resulted in Buck only talking about Eddie, so for this episode Eddie was the center of Buck's focus. And I'm not saying that Tommy wasn't the center of the issue too. After the Break up Buck was also a mess, because he was stressbaking and constantly thinking of Tommy, but he got past that.