#bar syrup taste test

[luckystorein22]

Are there gourmet cuisine dishes prepared with maple syrup?

Maple syrup is a delightful natural sweetener that adds a unique touch to various dishes. Its rich, complex flavor profile and versatility make it a popular choice for both sweet and savory creations. In this article, we'll dive into the world of gourmet cuisine and discover some delectable dishes that feature maple syrup as a star ingredient.

1. Maple-Glazed Salmon:

Indulge your taste buds with a succulent maple-glazed salmon dish. The combination of the delicate, flaky fish and the sweet yet slightly smoky glaze creates a harmonious blend of flavors. The maple syrup caramelizes beautifully, enhancing the salmon's natural richness. Serve it alongside roasted vegetables for a satisfying and healthy meal.

2. Maple-Balsamic Roasted Brussels Sprouts:

Elevate humble Brussels sprouts to gourmet status with a maple-balsamic glaze. The sweetness of maple syrup balances the slight bitterness of the sprouts, while the balsamic vinegar adds a tangy twist. Roast them to perfection for a side dish that will impress even the most discerning palates.

3. Maple-Glazed Pork Tenderloin:

For a hearty main course, try a maple-glazed pork tenderloin. The maple syrup forms a luscious caramelized coating on the succulent meat, creating a sweet and savory masterpiece. The flavors meld together beautifully, making this dish a true crowd-pleaser. Serve it alongside roasted potatoes or a crisp salad for a well-rounded meal.

4. Maple-Pecan French Toast:

Indulge in a decadent breakfast or brunch treat with maple-pecan French toast. Dip thick slices of bread in a mixture of beaten eggs, milk, and a generous drizzle of maple syrup, then pan-fry until golden brown. Top it off with toasted pecans and an extra drizzle of syrup for a delightful morning delight that will make your taste buds sing.

5. Maple-Glazed Carrots with Thyme:

Enhance the natural sweetness of carrots with a maple-thyme glaze. This elegant side dish features tender carrots roasted to perfection with a touch of maple syrup and aromatic thyme. The result is a medley of flavors that will add a vibrant touch to any meal.

Conclusion:

Maple syrup offers a world of culinary possibilities, taking gourmet cuisine to new heights. From savory main courses to sweet delights, its distinct flavor and natural sweetness add depth and character to dishes. So, the next time you're looking to impress your guests or simply treat yourself, consider incorporating maple syrup into your cooking. Explore the versatility of this delightful ingredient and let your taste buds embark on a sweet and savory journey like no other.

[wisteria-blooms]

*NSFW* strawberry wonderland (ii) (bill weasley & reader)

*MINORS DNI!*

PAIRING: Bill Weasley/You SUMMARY: Unbeknownst to you, you have more of an effect on Bill than you could ever imagine. And he can't stop thinking about all the things he wants to do to you in Nice. WARNINGS: sex, fingering, oral, masturbation, unprotected sex

A/N: To get me out of a writer's block, I present you this. I've only read it over it once so I'll fix any mistakes as I go. I hope this doesn't ruin long hair & tattoos for you... it doesn't need to be part of the original series if you don't want it to be. It's set after Bill and Reader arrive in Nice.

STRAWBERRY WONDERLAND (II)

Strawberries.

That’s what you smelt like to Bill Weasley. And very much overwhelmingly so as you nestled into his arm, preparing to disembark the ship that had just docked the nauseatingly rocky French shores. He attributed it to all the fresh strawberries you crushed up at the bar. 

“What kind of liquor do you reckon goes well with this?” you asked, holding up the bleeding purée to his face. 

‘Anything that would get you to kiss me,’ a voice in his head willed him to say. He swatted that thought away and instead replied, “Rum.” All his family recipes and all his female cousins’ favourite girlish drinks came to mind.

“Hm.” You turned away from him and perused the shelf for the highest of top-shelf rum. “And what else?”

“Maybe some simple syrup, a dash of lime and—,”

You slammed a bottle of rum on the table and twisted it open. Bill closed his mouth and let you speak. “Keep rambling and one might think you’re an expert at cocktails or something of that sort.”

“You asked me!” Bill said in defense, a chuckle erupting from his lips. A lush haze was concentrating in your eyes from the wine you’d inhaled the moment you boarded the ship. Bill figured his taller and heavier figure was better in diffusing the alcohol than your smaller one. 

“Whatever,”—you slid the cup of strawberry puree towards him—“let’s just drink.”

And now the scent of fresh strawberries, lime, and wine lingered on your person, stuck to it like summer honey. It was the most heavenly of scents. He imagined it would be most concentrated on your lips and tongue, and he would risk everything—a lot—to test that hypothesis. And what if that old saying were true? ‘You are what you eat.’

Would you taste like strawberries elsewhere, dare he dream, on another pair of lips?

“Do you think we had too much?” you asked him, snapping him out of his dirty reverie where he was in between your legs. “I might be sick.”

“I’m sure the sea made it worse,” he reassured you, letting you grip him tightly. He looked back at the relentless waves. Merlin, if you kept touching and squeezing his arm, he wasn’t going to make it until after you left. “And you best recover before your dinner tonight.”

“Right—ooh.” You drew the last vowel, lips rounding, which sent a chill up Bill’s spine.

Then when you let out a deep sigh into the crook of his arm, he found himself at war with himself. He looked down at your eyelashes, fluttering down to cover your eyes and traced your pouty pink lips. You were the sweetest, most innocent thing at twenty-three years old. And he didn’t realize how much desire had stirred up inside him in the past few months that he now really wanted to kiss you—Oh, what was he sugarcoating his own private thoughts for? He wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

He just wanted to know what your innocence would feel on him and his experience. But he couldn’t. He was much too old, much too tainted compared to the likes of you. What he wanted was above any voice of reason. 

Fuck it, he was tempted by the thought of ruining you. 

Bill Weasley had to wonder how he got himself in this tricky predicament as he settled into a bed miles away from home. With age came maturity and emotional growth, right? At thirty-one, he had years to leap over and meet his milestones. Clearly, he missed a couple landmarks because he felt as if he was trapped in the body of a fourteen-old boy who’d discovered pornography à la Wicked Witches Weekly for the first time.

Everything in his mind was just wrong, wrong, wrong. 

After the whole debacle with you walking in on him mid-shower complaining that your own room had flooded and him checking that it really had, you’d insisted on taking the couch in his own room. He pulled off his shirt and shut the lamp off. Then, he laid on his left side and tried to make out your figure on the couch.

He shouldn’t be thinking about having sex with you as you were peacefully asleep a few metres from him. He was supposed to be the epitome of your older, more mature (pretend) boyfriend who could will away an inopportune erection at any time. But what was consuming his mind right now was, well, the fictitious scenario where you did agree to share a bed with him tonight. There wouldn’t be a cold and empty space beside him. You’d be right up against him, unknowingly grinding up against his aching nether region as you combed through a bad dream, and teased out his erection further as a result. The fantasy echoed in his mind again and again until sleep finally caught up with him.

“Ngh, Bill,” you whined, your voice thick with sleep. 

You nestled into the cove of pillows, trying to chase away your bad dream. Your body followed suit. Your ass was turned towards him, giving him full permission and the ability to grind against you. He meant to be gentle, but his thrusts—like his breathing—were growing more rapid and frantic.

His hands weaved their way past your loose cotton top and landed atop your naked breasts. He was grateful that your shirt was cut so loose and short. His hands latched onto your breasts tightly, mainly out of lust and secondarily to find an anchor for his writing body. His calloused fingers began their usual routine of teasing your nipples. He pinched them occasionally as he continued to rub his stiff cock on your behind. You were responsive, both in the soft moans that left your lips only to be subdued by the pillows, and the wetness collecting in your cunt.

Your panties were fucking soaked. Bill could detail your folds through the slickness, and feel your spilling entrance through the thin fabric. And that thin fabric was the only thing preventing him from thrusting his full length into you. You writhed harshly when he pinched your left nipple again. The nub was standing at full attention for him. 

“What do you think?” asked Bill, voice husky as he asked in your ear. “Can you take my cock or will I have to stretch that tight pussy out?”

You responded with nothing more than shaky breath. You grinded against him, trying to shove your panties aside. “....want… your big cock inside me, Bill.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. 

One of his hands hastily left your breasts in pursuit of your panties. He shoved one side to join the other which gave him freedom to trail the head of cock against your cunt. How much better you felt without a fabric barrier was indescribable. The precum leaking from the tip of his cock met your own wetness. He felt like he was being enveloped in silk. And your opening swelled as if inviting him in, begging him to fill you up with his endless cum and impregnate you.

He dove two fingers straight into you, just to really confirm you were ready. He immediately began curling his fingers inside you, feeling the engorged, sensitive area inside that drove you wild.

“Your cock, Bill,” you whined.

His hand was drenched when he pulled his fingers out. Immediately, he replaced the emptiness with his cock. With one thrust, he entered you. You let out a sharp gasp. He knew his size was hard to take, and it always took you a minute or two to adjust to him. But he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you, begging him to fill you up to the hilt. And he could only oblige in those moments, watching as your eyes rolled back every time your orgasm washed over you. 

“Please,” you begged through gasps. “I need… need all of you inside me.”

Bill flipped you over so your face was pressed against the pillows. His hands spread your ass cheeks apart. He could see the tight ring of muscle that was clenched around his thick cock. He was really stretching you out. And as much as it hurt him to do, he pulled out.

“No,” you whined, your hand flying back to find and guide him back into you. 

“Patience,” he commanded. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, gathering enough lubrication to meet your increasing demands. And when he felt it was sufficient, he slid himself back into you, pushing past the drier spot that was cutting him off halfway.

“Yes, that’s it, ah—,” you moaned, meeting him halfway for the last couple inches. Your ass raised in the air, desperate for more of him. You held yourself up with your elbows, using them to anchor yourself as you pushed back on him. You worked through the part of him that was thicker than the rest. It was always tricky, but how fast you got there depended on how horny you were, and tonight, you were insatiable.

“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling himself being enveloped by more of your sweet cunt. You were so helpless and needy for him. When he looked down again, he realized he was completely sheathed inside you. He began thrusting, the first couple of seconds working at a steady pace. He earned a few moans. Then, he pulled himself all the way out only to fill you completely again. 

“Bill!” you screamed. Your legs trembled as you clenched around him. He did it again, and again, so hard and fast, aching to hear those delicious screams. Wetness dribbled down your thighs and onto the sheets as you lost yourself in the pleasure. 

“Stop, Bill, I’m going to cum—”

Bill woke up with a jolt. His chest heaved up and down and his breathing was significantly laboured. When he grew accustomed to where he was—the Malfoy summer house in Nice—he looked over to you. You were buried under your covers, blissfully unaware of the lewd positions he held you in in his dreams. He hoped you didn’t hear his breathing, or that he hadn’t said anything weird in his sleep. 

He felt a severe ache between his legs. He had feeling this was the most intense erection he’d had in ages. He already knew he was intensely red and swollen. 

Maybe he needed to have sex with someone, anything that wasn’t his own damn hand, but he wasn’t fond of an anonymous hookup.

Curiously, he reached past the waistband of his briefs, looking for some sense of relief. He was pulsating hard and it was barely what, seven in the morning? He gave himself a stroke, gripping hard at the base and letting go near his wet tip. He suppressed a moan. An image of you, edging him with your tongue, came to mind. 

No, he couldn’t do this with you in the room. It would be most improper and he had to hold himself to a higher standard. Instead, he grabbed a newspaper on his nightstand. It was two days out-of-date, but he figured he should get up to speed with what was going on in Egypt. He was certain that reading about excavations and pyramids and uprisings would take his mind off things. 

Not more than a few minutes later, he heard some ruffling and kicking about on the couch.

“Morning,” Bill greeted.

“Good morning,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

“Very well,” he responded. A fucking bold-faced lie. “You?”

“I slept well, too.”

You were all bed-headed, doe-eyed innocence in the white sheets and he was corrupt was hell.  

You got on your feet and pushed open the curtains, letting the sun fully stream in. Bill gulped silently, watching your legs sway around the room. Fortunately for his sanity, you had on some white shorts. Unfortunately, they were so short that any unplanned movement could reveal your panties, and he wouldn’t be able to stop there. 

“We usually eat breakfast together downstairs," you yawned, covering your mouth, “but maybe some caffeine is in order first. I’m still waking up.”

“A morning swim is the best way to do that,” Bill suggested. He was really treading a fine line with that suggestion; he was adding fuel to his own wildfires. He really loved the idea of a morning swim, he really did. But there was the bonus aspect of you having to be properly suited for the occasion, and you weren’t going to do it in those itty-bitty shorts and a tank top.  

“It’s one of the things I miss about Egypt that we don’t have back home. And it helps quell the heat, too.” He, honest to Merlin, did do this in Egypt. But not for any underlying reasons. 

“That’s a good idea,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do that.”

When you arrived at the private stretch of beach, Bill watched as you slowly unwrapped yourself from the shawl you had on. When you found the will to submerge yourself, even if it was just a toe, he approached from behind you.

“Gently grazing the water isn’t the definition of a swim, you know,” he said, lightly tapping the inward curve of your bare hip.

“I know,” you mumbled back, a tinge of pink on your cheeks. 

He jumped in without thinking and you soon followed suit. He submerged his whole body into the pristine waters of the French Riviera. When he resurfaced, he was treated to a view he was sure he didn’t deserve. 

The wet, white material of your bikini clung onto the skin of your breasts like it was a matter of life or death. Drops of water dotted down your cleavage, slowly, tantalizingly so. The weight of the water dragged your bikini straps down, giving him an expansive view of your breasts. And was that an erect nipple poking through? The cold water must’ve teased it out. 

Yeah, the swim was a bloody awful idea. 

“You’ll never catch me, (Y/N),” he teased. He sent another wave of water towards you to stall you, laughing as you squeezed your eyes shut and sputtered.

“This means war, Bill!” you cried. You outstretched your arms to pull him back towards you. You were aided by a little current that carried you closer and your fingers finally made contact with his strong shoulders

“Ha!” you exclaimed, your fingertips getting a grip on him. “You’ll be sorry!”

He held his breath as he fell back into the water with you on top of him. When he felt sand and little pebbles dig into his back, he knew you’d both arrived on shore. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw you directly on top of him. Your wet hair grazed his cheeks and—

It wouldn’t be technically wrong to say you were grinding on him, not with the way your legs were splayed on both sides of him and the pressure you were putting on him. Your breasts were planted on his chest, and he could appreciate the clothed erect nipple on his skin. And as he looked down, there was more to see of your breasts than before. One wrong move and he would have a full view of the girls. It would be such a shame if your top came undone. But never mind that, he had to resist to urge to plant his hands on your hips and—

“Bill, it’s too deep,” you whined.

Bill’s hands were planted firmly on your hip bones, holding you down, forcing you grind on him with his cock deeply planted in you. You’d enveloped him to the hilt before, but you’ve never had him like this before, not in this position, and it was becoming too much.

“I think you like it, (Y/N),” he said with a chuckle. You looked down, embarrassed at the sudden spurt of wetness that ran down your thigh from your sex. As he began thrusting, you lost any sense of speech besides the ability to give a silent moan. When one of Bill’s hands loosened their grip on your hip to tease your engorged clitoris instead, you threw your head back.

The moment you’d realized how you’d fallen, you yelped immediately and apologized. 

“Time for breakfast?” you offered impassively, carefully looping your other leg over and rolling yourself off him. Sand stuck to the side of your wet legs. You offered him a hand.

“About time for it,” Bill responded as you pulled him up. 

“That was fun,” you commented, wrapping the beach towel over yourself and slipping into your sandals. “Better than my usual idea of a swim.”

Bill hummed in agreement, saying, “your idea of a swim isn’t much of a swim,” and followed you back into the house.

When you were back in your room, you’d dried off hastily, saying you were going to be late to breakfast.

“Is there a set time for breakfast?” he asked, eyeing as you flew around the bathroom looking for a comb.

“Not really, but it’s always at eight, and I was already chastised for being late yesterday.”

He had suppressed a comment about how beautifully haphazard you looked. Your hair was half-tamed, your cheeks flushed. You looked like you’d just had a good long romp in the sheets. 

“Then I’ll join you in a second,” he promised. “I’d like to look a little more presentable for your parents.”

“You look fine,” you commented. “But that’s alright, I’ll let them know.”

When you’d left the room, Bill headed straight to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and removed his clothes. As he felt his hardening cock spring loose, his frustration grew tenfold. He shouldn’t have suggested the swim; he was going to lose circulation to his brain if you kept turning him on like this. He stepped in the shower and placed his left forearm on the wall. His right hand reached out to stroke his uncomfortable erection. 

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Drops of cold water ran down his back as he leaned over. He was so close already and thinking about your body atop of his, your wet cunt pushing down on him, begging to be fucked, was really expediting the process. “Shit.”

In no time, he felt the intense pressure break. He bit down on his lip to keep from making too much noise. Ropes of cums spurted out of his cock, falling into the shallow water that’d accumulated in the shower base. He heaved, his heartbeat rapid, as his strokes slowed.

When he looked down at the mess he’d made, he could only think: ‘what a waste.’ It should’ve gone into some orifice of yours instead. Maybe your mouth, where his hold on your head would be iron-clad, and he’d make sure you swallowed every single drop. Or even better, your cunt, where it would all spill out on the sheets the moment he pulled out because it was just too much for you.

When Bill felt himself harden again, he cursed the higher deities. He’d never recovered this quickly before. Again, not since he was a teenage boy. And there was what, another two weeks of you frolicking in bathing suits and sun dresses? 

You were slowly and surely going to be the death of him.

[hayakawalove]

Test of Love (Chapter Seven)

Chapter Seven

All Chapters

Summary: You find someone you aren't expecting when walking with Suguru. Later, you and Satoru get sneaky.

A/N: Thank you for being so patient. I know it's taking awhile to get to the poly stuff, but I promise we're getting there. Just want it to feel natural as reader doesn't want to rush things. If I was her though I would be taking both at the same time within an hour of meeting them. This chapter made me a bit nervous, it feels a bit boring compared to other ones. I am pumped for the next chapter though, we're gonna get into some poly goodness. Comments always appreciated!

CW: Smut, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Praise, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Semi Public Sex, Bullying Sort Of, Mild Violence, Slightly Unnerving Feelings, Female Reader, AFAB Reader W/C: 7,146

For once, Suguru is up before Satoru. It’s pretty rare for that to happen. Normally, Satoru is up several hours before Suguru, and more often than not he’s out of the house before Suguru’s eyes even open. Suguru likes waking up first, it gives him the chance to cook for Satoru. He enjoys cooking for him as it ensures that Satoru is eating a proper meal. Satoru is a grown man, but you’d never be able to tell with his diet.

Suguru’s looking down at the stove when he hears Satoru pad into the room. His eyes are droopy with sleep and his mouth is open in a wide yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

Suguru likes seeing Satoru like this. A slice of normalcy in an otherwise godly man.

Satoru grumbles back before sitting at the bar, watching as Suguru finishes cooking. Once he does, he makes a plate before sliding it to Satoru. Pancakes and eggs, Suguru would have preferred to make something more healthy but he knew Satoru would have complained.

Suguru leans against the counter with his mug in his hand. He takes his coffee black, letting the bitter taste slide down his throat. The flavor didn’t bother him, he was used to bitter things. It couldn’t be worse than the curses he swallowed on a regular basis. 

Satoru is dousing his pancakes in syrup, eyes wide as he watches it cover the entirety of it. He takes several bites before reaching forward to grab the mug Suguru set out for him. It had coffee in it, the color slightly lighter than Suguru’s. 

He adds a couple more sugar cubes in it, even though Suguru already added some, before stirring the drink. Suguru’s watching with his face pinched up as Satoru downs the drink. 

“It’s not really coffee at that point.” Suguru mumbles. 

“Tastes like coffee to me.” 

“Does it?” 

Satoru finishes his drink and stares at Suguru in defiance as he licks his top lip. Suguru chuckles and lifts his mug up to take another sip. 

The apartment is quiet as Suguru stands next to Satoru while he finishes his breakfast. All Suguru wants to do is drag Satoru back to bed, but he knows he can’t. 

As Suguru watches his boyfriend, he allows his mind to drift.

His mind drifts to you. 

“I’m a bit shocked, Satoru.” 

“Hm?” 

“I didn’t know what to expect from someone you had a crush on.” Suguru folds his arms. “Not that I really expected her to be normal, you like her after all.”

“Feels like you’re dissing yourself, but go on.” 

“She’s better than I expected. You picked good.”

Suguru sees a small grin appear on Satoru’s lips before he sits up, jumping off the chair to stand to his full height. The two are the same height, but Suguru still feels small in Satoru’s presence sometimes. He’s bulkier than Satoru, but his boyfriend's attitude has always been larger than life.

“Careful, I might think you’re complimenting me.” Satoru says.

“God forbid.” Suguru replies.

Suguru’s lips spread into a smile as does Satoru’s. The two stare at each other for a moment until Suguru reaches a hand up, fixing Satoru’s hair. He lets his thumb graze Satoru’s bottom lip, swiping away stray syrup. Satoru allows his cheek to nuzzle in Suguru’s palm, finding peace for a brief second before he’s faced with the reality of the day. 

“I love you.” Suguru murmurs. 

“I love you too.” 

Satoru presses his lips against Suguru, and Suguru begins to think maybe he prefers sweetness over bitterness. 

~~~ 

It’s Monday, the idea of a brand new week was making your shoulders sag. You had a great weekend, but now you were forced to go back to reality. How annoying. The day had gone by okay at least; in terms of craziness it was surprisingly mellow. The students didn’t have any missions, all they had to do was a couple of tests. You were grading them when you got a text message. 

Suguru: hey

Suguru: have any plans for dinner?

You grin at your screen before picking your phone up. 

You: no, I was just going to pick up something from town

Suguru: stop by our place instead, I can make a home cooked meal.

That sounded wonderful. Ever since you had met Suguru, you had been eating exponentially better. Before, you only ate boxed meals and that was only if you were lucky. You never had time to cook, your days were constantly filled with shit that needed to be done.

You breeze through the rest of grading in order to see him sooner. You’re practically jumping up and down by the time you slide from your classroom. 

There was no reason to go home to change. You weren’t sure at what point in time you started to get more comfortable around the boys, but you no longer felt the need to dress up. You’ve already humiliated yourself in front of them enough to now feel at ease with them. Memories from your drunken mishap fill your mind and you try to shake them away. 

Honestly, it was a miracle they still talked to you at all. You were mortified. But they didn’t seem too bothered. 

Although Satoru has teased you about it multiple times so far, even though it happened only a couple days ago.

You’re standing in front of their front door when you see Suguru. He’s wearing a soft smile as he greets you, the smell of his cologne falling over you. 

“Hey.” He says, leaning down as he holds your chin. 

His lips press against yours, and your heart skips a beat. When he pulls away you have to avert your gaze in order to not pass out. 

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, gesturing you inside. 

“You’re sweet. I'm just wearing my school uniform.” 

“I think you could make anything beautiful.”

Ever the charmer. 

You chuff and set your bags down, wandering to their kitchen. It was remarkably clean, but that didn’t surprise you. Every time you had been over it was almost impossible to find something out of place. It was hard to decide who was the cleanlier of the two. 

Satoru was a neat person. Most people wouldn’t guess it due to his personality. You think it’s because of his childhood. A home that was sterile and clinical. It didn’t seem like a home at all. He had hired help growing up, so there was never a mess. You guess he probably got used to it. 

Suguru just feels like he would hate mess. With his nearly maternal behaviors, it would surprise you if he was unorganized.

“That was smooth.” You respond, smiling as he follows you into the kitchen. 

You can tell he’s been rummaging around, there were piles of food on the counter, none of which could make a comprehensive meal. Honestly, you would have been fine eating a bowl of ramen. Something tells you Suguru wouldn’t want something so boring, though.

“Good. I practiced, you know.” He replies with ease, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Suguru’s beginning to slide the food back into the cupboards, looking at you over his shoulder. 

“We’re out of what we need for dinner tonight. I’m sorry. I was just going to go to the store to pick it up, then I can get started. You can stay here if you’d like.” 

You watch his broad frame from behind. Tendons are lining his arms as he stretches across the counter. You never understood how people could look at art for hours, but you think you were starting to get it. Suguru was sculpted by the gods, you were sure of it. Hand picked features chosen down to the smallest detail. You could look at him for hours.

“No, I can go with you!” You rush out as you watch him. 

You really didn’t want to be alone in their apartment.

His face lights up at your exclamation. How cute. It doesn’t take him long before he’s ready to head out. You follow shortly behind him as the two of you exit the apartment, making your way to the store. He grabs your hand the second he closes the front door. The protectiveness is heartwarming. 

It feels entirely domestic how you go shopping together. Suguru’s large frame is leaned over a shopping cart as you roam the isles. He put you in charge of holding the shopping list, having you read out each ingredient the both of you needed. Suguru wanted to make Dutch oven chicken, which sounded way too fancy in your opinion, but the idea of it did make your mouth water. 

“Is that everything?” He asks once the cart is full, peering over your shoulder. 

The proximity leaves you breathless, and you have to clear your throat to avoid groaning. 

“Yeah. I think so.” When you turn your head he looks much closer than you expected. 

“Alright. What kind of treat do you want?” 

“Treat?”

“Yeah. Everytime I go shopping I buy Satoru something sweet. He complains if I don’t. And it’s cute to see how excited he gets when I do bring something home. Do you want something sweet or salty?” 

Your eyes look up in thought as you follow him to the junk food aisle. It was really starting to feel like you were ingrained in their relationship. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it just felt so right. Part of you was worried they would get tired of your presence, but you knew they wouldn’t keep you around if that was the case. 

Suguru’s browsing the shelves of chocolate in front of him, chin propped between his fingers. He looks deep in thought as he decides which treat to get Satoru, and your eyes constantly flick over to him before looking back at the food in front of you. 

You want to tell him how much you like him, but you can’t find the words. They’re lurking in the back of your throat, seconds from spilling over your lips.

“Are you ready?” Suguru asks, ripping you from your thoughts. 

“Yeah!”

You decide to just get a packet of M&Ms, small and cheap, while Suguru picks out Reese’s for Satoru.

He allows you to carry one bag after much begging on your part, but he does most of the heavy lifting. 

Suguru’s pace is slow as you walk beside him, making your way back to his apartment. He could be walking much faster with those ridiculously long legs of his, so you find it sweet that he’s lingering for you. 

“I’m starving…” You whine, eyes drifting to the street food vendors lining the sidewalks. 

The smell of some of them was causing your head to swirl. 

“I’m sorry, I could buy you something small to tide you over until dinners ready.”

“Really? You aren’t scared it would spoil my appetite?” 

“Yeah, I can't have you starving to death.” He begins. “Plus I can’t say no to spoiling you.” 

Your eyes dart away as he grins. 

“Which one do you want?” He stops in his tracks as you review your options.

You look around to find a vendor that has the shortest line. It's a bit difficult as there were crowds at each one, but there was one close that sold traditional Japanese food that didn’t look too crowded. 

The two of you walk over and wait in line.

You release a sigh and rest your head against Suguru’s arm, beginning to let your mind glaze over. 

“Is Satoru joining us tonight?” You ask, half expecting him to say no. 

“Yeah, he’s just finishing some things up at the school first.” 

An image of sharing a dinner with the two of them flashes in your brain and your stomach fills with excitement. 

You let your eyes wander around, listening as Suguru talks. Admittedly, you were beginning to daze off at the sound of his voice. It was so comforting that your mind was turning off. 

When you look in front of you to the right, you see something. There’s a man who looks strangely familiar behind a woman. His eyes are flicking up rapidly to watch her as he reaches a hand out. 

Fire. 

A small flame bursts from his hands, small enough that no one except you notices. He holds the fire to her left sleeve, causing her head to snap down at the heat. As she does so, he grabs the purse from her right hand while she’s distracted.

“Hey-“ you step forward. 

The man jolts at your attention. You lock eyes for a split second before he’s turning around and running away. 

“What? Suguru, I'll be right back!” Your feet carry you in the same direction of the man. 

He’s fast. He reminds you a bit of a dog with the way he carefully weaves between crowds of people in an attempt to lose you. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins, your throat dry from the chase. 

He turns down an alley and you have no choice but to follow him. The bag you’re holding slips from your hands as you speed towards him. It's dark and dingy as you skid down the alley. Exactly the kind of place where you’d run into unsavory people.

Where was he? 

You turn around and something hits the side of your face. He punched you. Iron fills your mouth as you fly your arm out, making contact with his cheek. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten in a fist fight with someone. He’s bigger than you, so you’re forced to use your speed to your advantage. 

You swear you know him, his name is on the tip of your tongue.

Your elbow darts out, hitting him in the chest. He coughs loudly and you use the short moment of pause to tackle him to the ground. 

It’s hard to tell how many times you’ve hit him. Your arm winds back to punch him again before something stops you. 

Pain. 

Something is grabbing your hair, yanking you back. You shout in agony as you blindly reach behind, trying to figure out what got you. 

There’s another man, his fist holding your hair in a tight grip. The guy beneath you scrambles to his feet as you thrash around. 

Guess it’s time to use your technique. How annoying.

All of a sudden the pressure is released from your head and you’re able to breathe again. 

Someone else is in the alley now. 

Suguru. 

He had used his technique to pin the man holding your hair against the wall. He’s squirming under Suguru’s curses and you can't help but marvel. It was the first time you had seen him use his technique. 

Remembering the other man, you quickly turn around and pin him back down, looking up at Suguru. 

It seemed so effortless for him, meanwhile you were panting from the hard work. 

“Thank you.” You heave out. 

Suguru’s eyes drop to you and you feel your stomach turn. His stare was so cold. So this is what he looked like in battle? It’s a bit scary, he was nearly unrecognizable.

As soon as you catch the glimpse of the Sorcerer side of Suguru, he’s already switched back to the personality you’re used to. He grins at you before looking back at the attackers. 

“Who are you?” Suguru asks. 

You look down to the man beneath you and it finally clicks. It was Mahiro, the fire user you and Satoru had talked about. It was a coincidence you ran into him like this. 

If this was Mahiro, then who was the other guy? 

“Suguru, this is the guy who’s been attacking the school.” 

The two men look at each other, they looked a bit helpless. 

Suguru’s eyes light up as he stares at them, you watch in real time as he makes the connection. You have so many questions to ask the two of them, but more than anything you just wanted to know why. Why were they threatening the school? Why now? 

“We should bring them to Jujutsu High. We can question them there.” Suguru’s pulling out his phone to dial someone, likely an assistant. 

~~~

When you get to the school, it’s completely quiet. Most people had gone home or to their dorms. The only people wandering about were principal Yaga and Satoru, who’s whereabouts you weren’t even sure of.

“Thank you.” Yaga nods you off as he closes the door to one of the rooms holding the prisoners.

As he closes the door, you’re able to catch one last glance at the second man, your eyes locking before the door slams shut.

The two men were locked in different cells, waiting for further questioning. They might have to wait until tomorrow because of how busy everyone was, but you didn't care at all.

Suguru had accompanied you in dropping them off, but left shortly after. I need to take the groceries home, he told you. It almost seemed like he was in a rush to leave the campus. You wonder if it makes him uncomfortable to wander the halls from his childhood. 

The adrenaline was catching up to you now, you could  feel the ache in your body begin to settle. There’s blood running down your nose and you wouldn’t be surprised if your face was starting to swell. The life of a sorcerer was rough, all you wanted to do was relax tonight with Suguru and Satoru, however it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen.

You’re standing in the bathroom, dabbing a wet paper towel against your nose when the door swings open. 

Satoru. 

“Hey.” He speaks, looking at you in the mirror. 

It's weird like this. Seeing him in his uniform and blindfold makes you feel separated. He isn't Satoru when he’s dressed like this. He’s Gojo, the strongest sorcerer who’s currently living. The difference in your abilities is glaringly obvious. 

You try to remind yourself he’s just Satoru, your Satoru. 

Even if you weren’t sure if he was yours at all.

“Hey.” You reply, wincing as the towel bumps your nose. 

Luckily, you weren’t as swollen as you expected yourself to be, but there was dried blood everywhere. 

Satoru strolls up to you, hips leaning against the counter. He grabs the paper towel from your hand and tilts your face up, sliding the towel where you were holding it. He’s wiping your blood away, trying not to bump your nose. 

“I can do it myself, you know.” 

“I know.” He says, but doesn’t stop. 

“You were hot out there.” Satoru goes on. 

“You weren’t even there.”

“Didn't have to be, Suguru told me about it. Sexy of you to beat the shit out of a man.”

You chuckle and glance at his face. His hair looked soft to the touch, his skin perfect. 

Focus.

Memories flood your mind of the fight. You didn’t do that good. Suguru had to save your ass, you weren’t sure if you would’ve made it if he didn’t come. At the very least they would have escaped. 

“I don't know about that. Suguru helped.”

“Sure he helped, but you’re the one who noticed Mahiro. And you chased after him. It takes a lot of balls to chase after someone when you don’t know what they’re capable of, or if they’re even alone. And I know you don’t have balls.”

Satoru cracks a smile when he hears you laugh. He’s making it difficult to mope, the heavy weight of inadequacy on your shoulders being overshadowed by his proximity. 

“I'm serious, I wonder how other sorcerers get anything done with the two of you around.”

“We’re strong, but we need people like you too.” 

Satoru tosses the paper towel away and admires his work before washing his hands. 

“Sure.” You chuckle.

“And you’re strong too.” 

“Would you like me if I was weak?” You allow the question to hang in the air.

“You aren’t weak.” 

Satoru holds your hip before he leans down to place his lips on yours. There’s still a faint taste of iron in your mouth, but it doesn't seem to bother Satoru. His fingers wrap around your hips in such a way that makes you dizzy. You knew they were long, but it never failed to make you swoon. 

You run your fingers through his hair and chuckle at the whine he lets out. Satoru was a touchy person. At first it didn’t really make sense to you. He spent a large portion of his life trying to make it so people couldn’t touch him, but then you realized that that was why he wanted it so badly. He craved intimacy in a way most people took for granted. It made you sad. Whenever you thought about his circumstances for too long you got sad, though.

Satoru must notice that your mind is getting off track, his voice comes out low as he speaks. 

“Hey, I’m right here.” It sounds like a jest, reminding you of his presence. As if he’s saying don’t ignore me. But it also sounds like he said it to remind you. Don’t veer too far off track. It's all okay. I'm here. 

His tongue twirls against yours and you’re running out of breath. It’s distracting you from the pain beneath your skin, so you don't care. He places both hands on your waist and lifts you up until you’re placed on the counter.

A clattering in the halls breaks you from the heat of the moment. Yaga must’ve just walked by. 

“Satoru, we should stop.” You reluctantly pull away and look up at him.

Even when you’re sitting on the counter, he’s still much taller than you. 

“Why?” He sounds genuinely confused as he asks this. 

You scoff and look towards the door then back at him. 

“We’re at school.” 

“So?”

His lips are slick with your spit and it’s raising the temperature of your body. You wonder if the six eyes can see that. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“I'm never not serious.” He replies.

You squint at him as your mouth drops open slightly. You weren’t sure he was ever completely serious. Satoru leans back and locks the door before pushing himself up against you once more. Your head backs away in an attempt to create distance between you two, but you can’t run far as the mirror stops you. 

“Careful, don't wanna hurt yourself now.” He murmurs.

Your throat is dry at the sound of his voice. His hand comes up to hold your face as he presses his lips against yours, sloppy sounds filling the bathroom.

Your body almost aches at the way your heart was racing. 

It’s hard to deny yourself any longer. You wrap your legs around him to bring him in as close as possible. He offers a sly grin against your lips as you fall into his trap. 

Satoru pulls away to kiss down your neck, biting when he pleases. You’re worried the taste of your skin is bitter from fighting earlier, knowing sweat covered your body, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he almost seems drunk on the taste. 

You’re debating how nude you want to get in this dingy bathroom when Satoru steps away, his hands gripping the tops of your pants. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind his blindfold. He yanks your pants and underwear down until they hit the floor and you have half the mind to scold him. 

Satoru shuts you up before you even have the chance to complain. He’s crouching in front of you, tongue darting out to swipe through your pussy. He looks a bit awkward beneath you, his frame much too large to be huddled between your legs in this bathroom.

Your hands hastily grip at his hair, your thighs shaking from pleasure. A brief thought crosses your mind, hopefully you weren’t being too loud. You would try to quiet yourself down, but you knew Satoru would only see that as a challenge to make you louder. 

You tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation of his mouth latching onto your clit. His fingers dig into your skin, a dull pain throbbing through your thighs. 

You decide you like when he makes it hurt.

Moans fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. His tongue doesn’t let up for even a second, gliding from your clit to your hole. He was so good at it, it almost made you mad. Leave it to Satoru to be perfect at everything. 

“Satoru-“ you’re groaning, fingers tangled in a mess of wispy clouds, pulling each time he crosses over a tender spot. 

You aren’t sure where he’s looking, or if he’s even looking at all. You wonder if he was watching the way your face pinches, moans falling freely from your lips as if you were in the privacy of your own home, or if he was watching your swollen sex, needy for him.

Once upon a time he told you that even when his eyes were closed he could still see everything. You weren’t sure if he was being honest at the time, but you were starting to believe him. He was navigating your body too well if his eyes were closed.

The counter is cold beneath you as you fly your hands back to try to keep yourself steady. The discomfort is no match for the way he’s making you feel. You moan out as he pulls his lips away, strings of your slick connecting the two of you. You bite your cheek at the sight, forcing yourself to look away. 

“You getting all shy on me now?” He teases. “It’s a bit late for that.” 

“I'm not shy-“ 

Satoru stands up to his full height before dropping his face in front of yours. He’s so close you can smell the musk on his lips. 

He doesn’t lick them clean. 

“Yeah? I don’t make you embarrassed?”

“No, why would you make me-“ you begin, eyes still facing to the side.

You feel something slide between your lower lips, then you’re met with the blunt tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. Your hands fly up to grab his shirt, looking down at where he slowly slides himself inside of you.

“Then look at me.” He orders.

You moan as he pushes himself fully inside. If you look at him, he’d be able to see how embarrassed you were. You couldn’t let him win. Then again, you weren’t completely sure he couldn’t see how fast your heart was beating now.

When you look up at Satoru, he begins to slowly fuck you. The angle makes it so his cock drags against your gspot each and every time. You think his eyebrows must be furrowed by the crease in his mask, but you can’t be too sure. 

You jump to the conclusion that if he got to see you, you wanted to see him as well. 

“Satoru, your blindfold.” You moan. 

His pace falters before he’s grinning. He reaches up to tug at the blindfold. 

“Want to see my eyes while I fuck you?” 

Satoru pulls the blindfold until it’s laying around his neck. Clear blues look at you, and you have to stop yourself from swaying. You must’ve clenched because Satoru’s laughing. He picks up the speed and holds your waist as he fucks into you. You try to maintain eye contact with him, you really do, but the task is proving to be nearly impossible. 

With every thrust your lids flutter, the pleasure is almost too much.

“So perfect.” Satoru murmurs to himself as he stares at the expressions on your face. ”Tell me how it feels.” He all but begs. 

“Feels so, oh fuck,” 

“Come on baby.” He holds your legs open as he groans. 

“So good, so good.” You say.

Satoru wets his bottom lip with his tongue, and he reaches his hand out to slide against your clit. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” 

You follow his orders and squeeze his hips. 

“There you go, you’re so talented.” 

Is he teasing you? 

You don’t mind. 

His finger brushes against your clit and your mouth drops open. You’re about to moan when his other hand darts up to cover your mouth. 

“I know it feels good, but we can’t be too noisy, right?” 

He’s staring into your eyes as he circles your clit. You shake your head ‘no’ and look up at him with wide eyes, your ankles bumping his back.

You don’t have enough oxygen like this, but you think that’s what makes it feel even better. Satoru keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs your clit, his thrusting starting to get irregular. You rest your hands behind you to stabilize yourself. 

Close, close. 

Satoru speeds his thumb up, trying to make you cum first. 

Your foot rapidly taps his back to warn him of your oncoming orgasm, and he wordlessly promises to guide you through it. 

Your eyes roll back and he watches as you fall apart in his hold, your pussy cumming around him as your body begs him for his release. 

He’s having a hard time remaining quiet himself, small grunts coming out of his filtered lips.

You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him, a lust filled haze settling over you. He maintains eye contact with you as his lips pop open, letting out a grunt that’s too loud falling from his mouth. Liquid fills you from the inside out, a fuzzy feeling over taking you. His body is twitching as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, his breath sliding against your skin.

If only you weren’t in this shitty bathroom. You really want to lay with him, but you have to face the hallways of your work.

He grunts and pulls away, eyes drawn to the way his cum begins to seep from you. Something flashes across his features, a spark lighting up his eyes and a twitch of his lips. Your heart flutters, but you would never admit that to him. He was already cocky enough.

“Guess I need to clean you up again, huh?” He chuckles and tucks himself away before pulling paper towels up to swipe through your folds. 

You cringe at the feel of it and look away. You probably weren’t going to be able to see those the same way again. Satoru tosses the used paper towels in the garbage before offering you his hand, assisting you in hopping off the counter. You glare at your discarded pants on the floor, muttering to yourself as you pick them up. Did he really have to put them on the ground? 

When you look his way again, you can’t find it in yourself to be angry. Satoru has a goofy grin on his face as he pulls his blindfold back over his eyes. You try not to appear too disappointed. The more often you saw his eyes, the more often you felt greedy. You cursed the world for giving him such a gift, only to force him to hide it.

He follows you out of the bathroom and you’re thanking god Yaga isn't near. That was a conversation you really didn’t want to have. 

The halls of Jujutsu High at night are different than they are during the day time. The school isn't densely populated by any means, but when the sun is up you can at least hear distant laughter, or yelling depending on the person, and the atmosphere feels different. It’s light, the sun shines through the windows and you almost forget where you are. 

At night, that all changes. You’re forced to remember where you are, and who has walked down these halls. Faces of classmates and teachers you would never see again, knowing there was a very real chance you would join the ranks among them. The lights don't flicker though, which is a plus, but you almost wish they did. Jujutsu High had enough money that everything was always working. It only added to the way it all felt fake, like it was frozen in time.

A shiver runs up your spine and you nearly jump when Satoru brushes behind you. What were you scared of? You fought curses everyday. Maybe you were scared that there weren’t any curses right now. That usually meant something was lurking behind you.

Satoru’s looking down at his phone, looking at a message.

“Suguru texted.” He tells you. “He said dinner is almost ready.” 

Satoru types out a response before looking back up at you.

There was nothing left for you to do at the school. The interrogations would start tomorrow, and Satoru would be the one holding them.

“Is there anything else we need to do here?” You question, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides. 

“Not unless you wanna go another round in the supply closet.” Satoru says with a smile, slipping his phone in his pocket.

You scoff and nudge him before walking down the hallway, hoping he was following you. 

You hear his soft foot fall behind you and you let your shoulders sag from relief. He’s walking behind you, joking around but you don’t really hear him.

Why are you so uncomfortable right now? 

The school usually made you uncomfortable at night, but it was worse tonight. Your skin crawls as you try to walk straight, keeping your head held high in spite of the fear. 

“There you are. Was wondering where you two were.” 

You jump in your spot a bit before turning your head, eyes meeting Yaga. 

You feel Satoru’s gaze on the back of your head but you pay him no mind. 

“What’s up?” You ask.

“You two are good to go home. The two curse users should be fine overnight.” Yaga seems a bit distracted, you can only assume it’s because the people who’ve been after the school have been apprehended.

Satoru waves off Yaga before dragging you to the teachers lounge. He barely gives you enough time to grab everything before he’s pulling you outside. He’s telling you it’s because he’s starving, which can’t be true. He had half his weight in food during lunch. 

He talks to you for most of the way to his house. You’re grateful as it takes your mind off the interviews that would begin tomorrow.

~~~

“We're home!” Satoru yells. 

You try not to let the way he included you in the same sentence as home warm you up too much. This isn't your home after all. 

But it could be. 

Suguru rounds the corner and you have to bite back a smile. His hair is pulled up and he’s wearing an apron. He looks so domesticated. 

He slides up to Satoru and pulls him into a hug, sharing a kiss. You avert your eyes because really, you didn’t know if you were allowed to look. Sure, you’ve had sex with them, but being with them individually was much more different than being thrust in the middle. 

Once Suguru is finished kissing Satoru, he faces you. He grips your chin and tilts your head up until your eyes meet his. He presses a kiss on your forehead, making you smile. You don't see the way his nostrils twitch and the glance he sends Satoru’s way. 

“It’s ready, why don't you go sit at the table and Satoru and I can bring it out.” 

You bite back a retort of wanting to help, something tells you Suguru wouldn’t have any of it. When you get to the table you can tell that they don't have too many visitors over. The table has four chairs, but only two of them are worn, one more so than the other. 

Satoru comes in with two plates, a large grin on his face. He sets yours down in front of you and digs into his the second he sits beside you. It looked amazing. Suguru really was an amazing cook. The two of the boys were so talented, you wouldn’t believe it if someone told you they couldn’t do something. 

Suguru sets his plate down and sits across from you, his fox eyes settled on your face. Fear, no, anticipation flows through your body as you meet his eyes. 

“How was your day? After we dropped the two off.” He asks. 

He doesn’t start eating until you do. 

“It was good.” You leave out the part where the school made you unnerved. 

“Mahiro wouldn’t stop talking, including after we locked him up. The other one…”

You remember the other man. He was quiet. From the moment you saw him to the moment you chained him down, he was silent. 

“Didn't talk at all.” You pause in eating, staring at your plate. 

“He talked. Only once though.” Satoru says, pushing his plate in front of him.

He was done?

“Hold on, huh?” Your eyes fly up to him. He looks unbothered, head resting on his fist. 

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that, Suguru.” 

Suguru’s eye twitches as he leans back, silent as Satoru continues to talk. 

“He only said one thing. He said he would only talk to you.” 

The table quiets down as the knowledge settles over you and Suguru. Why hadn’t Satoru told you? Then again, it’s not like it would’ve really mattered. 

“That's all he said.” Satoru speaks. “You don't have to obviously, but, I think you should.”

You wonder why he wants to talk to Suguru so bad. Was it because he got his ass kicked by him? Jujutsu users alike all either jumped at the chance to talk to Satoru, or were afraid of him. But something was telling you this guy wasn’t afraid of Satoru. 

“I’ll do it.”

Satoru grins and looks back to you. 

“You can interview Mahiro with me if you like.” 

You think about what you’d like to ask Mahiro as you eat. You aren’t really sure what to investigate. Your job was strictly educational, only leaving the classroom to assist students with missions. It might be a little exciting to do something different. 

Satoru takes turns talking to you and Suguru as you eat, occasionally forcing both of you to listen as he goes on tangents. It was a bit cute like this. Each time he started to talk about a subject he was passionate about, he would grow a large smile and he practically bounced in his seat.

You check your phone as Satoru is talking and you notice the time. It was past 10 pm. Not too late, but way later than you were meaning to stay. 

“Is something wrong?” Suguru asks. 

“Just a bit late is all. I need to figure out how to get home.” You really didn’t feel like walking the streets or sitting in a subway. 

“Why don't you just stay the night?” Suguru proposes. 

He softly laughs at your expression, standing up to grab your empty plate. 

“You’ve done it before. You can also use our shower.” Suguru leaves before you can further debate him. 

You didn’t want to intrude, although it did sound nice. 

“That's a great idea! You’re okay with it, right?” Satoru jumps to his feet and skirts around the table. 

He takes your hand into his and pulls you along, pulling you into the direction of their bedroom. 

“I-I guess so.” You murmur and look around. 

The lamps are low, casting the bedroom in a dim warm glow. You can feel your body growing tired just from being in the presence. 

“You can just use whatever in the shower. Suguru’s got some nice stuff in there, although he won’t let me touch it.” Satoru goes on and turns around to flip the light switch on in the bathroom.

It’s fairly big. There’s a standing shower with see through walls, and a large bathtub to the side. You find yourself feeling jealous as you look around.

“Is it really okay if I stay?” You ask. 

“Yeah, definitely.” Satoru twirls around and looks you up and down. 

“Okay.”

“I’ll let you get to it then!” He exits.

You take your time in sliding your clothes off, carefully putting them on the toilet lid. You had to admit, it would be nice to take a shower here and not have to travel tonight.

The water spouts out from the shower head, coating you in the warmth. You allow your eyes to drift closed as you stand there for several moments, soaking it up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes and search around for shampoo. 

Once you’re done, you step out and wrap a fluffy towel around your body. It was so soft. You nuzzle against it then your eyes fly open. 

You don't have any clothes. 

You could wear your dirty clothes, but the idea made you cringe. 

Maybe Satoru was getting you something to wear?

The room is quiet as you open the bathroom door. Neither of them are there, so you step out, holding the towel tight around your body. 

“Satoru?” You raise your voice. 

There’s shuffling from outside the room, and Satoru pops in. He’s wearing a black shirt with boxers. His eyes are exposed as he looks you up and down. 

“My bad, I was gonna find something for you to wear. Unless of course you don’t want to wear anything.” He taunts.

“A tshirt and shorts will do.” You laugh. 

“Well, it was worth a shot.” Satoru gives an exaggerated pout.

You chuckle and stand still as he goes over to his dresser. Even in his own house, he looks abnormally tall next to everything. 

The view from behind is great. 

He turns around and strides up to you, holding out a shirt, shorts, and even underwear. He’s holding them in his palm, but when you try to pull them away from him he doesn’t let go. You try one more time but he doesn’t budge, instead he’s staring at you with a grin.

Satoru leans down and presses his lips against yours. They’re plush on yours, his tongue slightly sticking out to graze against your lips. 

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down, pressing your chest against his. 

The door creaks open and Suguru walks in. 

“I’m sorry, you don’t have-“ he stops speaking as he sees you and Satoru. 

The room is devoid of any sounds as the three of you stare at each other. You can’t tell if he’s trying to comprehend the situation, or if he’s trying to soak up the sight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go.” He quickly says, backing away. 

It was sweet. He was respecting your wishes. They knew you wanted to take it slow so you could warm up to them. You didn’t want to drown in them right away. But maybe you were ready.

“Suguru-“ you begin.

“Stay.”

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Can add chocolate shavings into it for the effect for the copper swells, I just don't have chocolate on hand. Can add alcohol of choice into it but I'd recommend either a Vodka, Tequila or white rum. Or mix with a strawberry or cherry liquor.

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@averysillylittlefellow

[the-uncharted-cookbook]

Cargo Pilot

Victor Sullivan is a man of passion and taste. The only thing he loves more than stiff drinks, expensive cigars, and beautiful women is telling stories about them. From the very first moment he stepped into my bar, he was chatting up anyone and everyone he could find and sharing tales of his many escapades all around the world, each more climactic than the last.

While hearing about barmaids and brothels was certainly exciting, what captivated me was the sheer breadth of his adventures. Sully has been everywhere and rubbed shoulders with everyone, carving out his living hauling freight around the globe in the Hog Wild, his trusty Grumman Goose G-21 seaplane. Unfortunately, the Hog didn't survive one of Sully's most dangerous expeditions down in the South Pacific, but Nathan Drake and Elena Fisher have since paid him back for crashing his plane with a replacement. I suggested Sully name his new Goose the Whole Hog, to keep with the theme.

The Cargo Pilot was born from a desire to create a cocktail as well traveled as Victor Sullivan himself. It's a riff on the Test Pilot, a drink originally created sometime before 1941 by Donn Beach, the founding father of tiki and a man also famous for his intrepid nature.

CARGO PILOT

Ingredients: 1.25 oz overproof white Jamaican rum (Wray & Nephew) 1 oz aged Demerara rum (El Dorado 12) 0.75 oz lime juice 0.5 oz white grapefruit juice 0.5 oz treasure spice syrup 1 tsp honey syrup 1 dash Angostura bitters 6 drops absinthe Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with pebble ice. Shake and dump directly into a Mai Tai or double Old Fashioned glass. Garnish with fresh mint (slapped to express the oils), a cherry on a pick, and a paper or foam airplane.

The Cargo Pilot calls for two specific types of rum: an unaged overproof white Jamaican rum and an aged Demerara rum. For the Jamaican, I recommend Wray & Nephew but Rum Fire will do in a pinch. For the Demerara, I use El Dorado aged 12 years but Pusser's British Navy Rum, Hamilton 86, or other aged El Dorado rums will serve just as well. The types of rum are deliberately chosen for the flavors they bring so be careful and do research before making substitutions. A white Jamaican rum and a white Puerto Rican or Dominican rum are going to taste vastly different, for example.

Similarly, if you use a pink or ruby red grapefruit juice instead of white grapefruit, you'll wind up with a sweeter drink. It may be worth it to adjust the amount of treasure syrup or honey to account for this.

The recipes for treasure spice syrup and honey syrup can be found here.

[batsyforyou]

Lillies in the Library

Tags: Nakedness, crack, dream, poem, 1st person pov

Pairing: Glorfindel x reader

Author's Note: This was written by like 15 year old me. The original prompt was given to me by my creative writing teacher at the time and it was 'what would you do if you woke up to your favorite character in your bed?' I made it into a fanfic and made it a dream where a modern person was dreaming of nightmare Glorfindel every night because they were torn apart soul mates. I clearly dropped it like a hot potato. But I still laugh at myself every time I see it so I decided to post it so everyone else can laugh with me.

Warning: It's not good lol.

Lilies in the Library: Prologue 

The path of two strangers collide,

 A river divides them, though the stream is gentle, 

Traveling their way across may not be possible,

The venture deemed unsafe, though untested 

But this does not sway their curiosity 

They walk alongside the river’s edge

Where white daisies grow, in the fields they wonder

Content as they were to know each other this way 

But soon they ached for more,  

If they tested the waters depth,

Then maybe . . .

Lillies in Library Chapter 1:

A warmth consumed me as I slept, hot sunlight seeping into my skin and heating me from the inside. I shifted, stretching my legs and curled into myself, the silk sheets of my bed making an excellent pillow. Humming a little sigh I truly felt content, after all, it had been a long while since I could actually sleep in for once. With all the customer complaints, the late nights, my boss being an absolute prick, and my manager making an ass out of himself (as usual) it was about time I got some well deserved R&R. 

Soon though, I knew I would have to eventually venture out of bed and into my kitchen for some food. Oh, man, just thinking of all the sweet, creamy, and delicious things I could create this fine morning made me smile. I could just smell the soft cinnamon and brown sugar of the sweet rolls (mother’s recipe of course) and the soft raspberries decorated on top. I could just imagine popping one in and squishing it against the roof of my mouth, the taste of its tartness trickling down the sides of my tongue. And the french toast, the crunch of the bacon and the spice of the eggs. Aw, man, did that sound like heaven, just remembering the quick granola bars I’d been forced to consume before work was a nightmare in itself. 

Happily day-dreaming of my breakfast to be I rolled over taking the crumpled sheets in my arms with me. I sighed, taking a deep, long breath. O, the ginger biscuits, the taste of the sweetness in the berries paired with the full, fluffy buttermilk pancakes and the maple syrup and the- 

“Good morning!” 

Startled from my dozing I gasped and jerked my eyes open to meet the bluest pair of eyes I had ever seen. Shocked, I threw myself into a sitting position grasping the sheets to my chest in surprise. 

“What the heck?!” I shouted. 

Beneath me the stranger laughed. A man's voice. It was a man. There was a man in my bed. Laughing (of all things) and laughing at me! 

The man in question was resting his head on one hand, leaning into his elbow, and looking all too happy to see me with the biggest shit eating grin the Earth has ever known. And lacking, if the nakedness of his skin was any indication, clothes or maybe just a shirt. 

‘What the heck?!’ I thought. ‘Why is there a man in. My. Bed!?’ 

He had blueberry eyes. The fairest of skin that looked delectably smooth. A smile that could challenge even the brightest of stars. A body sculpted to look like a greek statue and hair to rival the greatest shampoo ad matched with the hair of a golden retriever who had recently from the groomers. The shininess of his hair was so bright it was like the sun itself had made a home amongst his golden locks. And the length seemed to be well past my arm (he had longer hair then me gosh dang it). To top it all off, he even had pointed ears so big that they could contend with the greatest halloween costumes made and still come out on top. 

Admittedly, the man was beautiful if not awkwardly so. No man had any right to be this gorgeous and still manage to give off a masculine vibe as the specimen before me was most differently male. 

The sound of his laughter continued to ring in my ears like chimes dancing (obnoxiously) in the wind. The sound, and sight of him, would have been pleasant if the whole situation hadn’t been so down right creepy. 

“M’lady, forgive me for startling you, but I must ask, whatever do you mean?” His voice was perfect, deep and pure like—

—Like a deep flowing river as its richness crept right past you as it licked at your ankles.

Oh my gosh who was this man? And why was he in my bed? Oh, good gracious, I didn’t sleep with him did I? 

Well, I cocked my head and ran my eyes over his body, chewing my lip, even if I did would that be such a bad thing? I mean look at him! He was way out of my league. He'd be quite a score even I had to admit that. 

I frowned and tilted my head. ‘No, wait.’ I could still feel my underclothes tightly secured on my waist and my fuzzy purple mario party pajamas still hung loosely against me. Besides, I was still (sadly) a virgin and knew that if I had undergone such a thing there would most definitely be a soreness somewhere in my body. 

Right? 

But seriously, who the frick-frack-of-the-tic-tac was this man and why was he in my bed? My slight panic begins to twist into quick short breaths, though I forced myself to try and be quiet about it. There was no need in letting my. . . whatever he was, know he had me slightly flustered and well, a little scared. 

“Who are you?” I asked. 

Trying to force more confidence into my voice then I actually had, considering this man could probably snap me in two, it probably would have been a better idea to try a subtler approach. He frowned at me, the pull of his lips and the puppy-like look in his eyes tugged at my heart. I felt incredibly guilty, far more guilty than a woman who just woke up to a stranger in her bed should feel. Goodness I hadn’t gone drinking did I?  

Goldilocks ignored my subtle shift towards the edge of the bed instead pushing himself up to lean against his arm. “Truly, do you not know?” 

Pausing in my retreat I squinted at him. I mean he did look familiar but I couldn’t place him. Squinting a little harder (deciding to risk it) I leaned a little closer to him, humming. 

“Well, I mean you do look familiar but ...” Leaning a smidgen closer, he only grinned at me, almost beckoning me closer with a teasing look in his eyes. This close I could practically feel the heat radiating off him and it was quite strange. His skin was scarred in places, some even wrapped around him like some kind of snake where he had some burn marks of some sort. His skin was covered in scars. His skin was washed in scars, so much so, the scars looked like they had a vice grip on him, resembling that of an angry viper. I tightened my grip on the sheets pulling them a little closer to my chest thinking hard, trying to place him.  Maybe I did go drinking last night and this man somehow got sucked up into one of Rickie’s dares or something. It was then he shifted, the sheets moving with him and naturally my eyes followed the movement. Only for my eyes to travel across the bare skin of his hip and thigh. 

Squealing in surprise, I peeled back shouting, “Oh—you're naked!?”

 Instinctively I threw the sheets over my face trying to hide before squealing, like that of a frightened pig. My cheeks burning, I ripped the sheets away, throwing them at him, and shouting, “What is the matter with you?!” 

Desperate, I scrambled off the bed hitting the floor.. With a hard thump, shoving myself up on shaking legs I tried to back away, before tripping over my own feet, my back slamming against the wall as I stumbled. My hands shot up to cover my face, fingers covering my eyes as I was torn between saving this man's dignity or keeping an eye on a possible threat.  ‘Forget about trying to remember him!’ I mentally cried, ‘not only do I have a man in my bed but a naked man in my bed!’

Seemingly angry the man shot up faster than I could blink, ripping the covers off and rushing forward. Screaming I backed away, looking for the door, cause if there wasn’t anything scarier than a buff naked man running at you it was a giant and buff, naked man running at you! “Door, where's the door?!” I shouted. 

But it was too late, the man was on me before I could so much as flinch. Strong hands grabbing hold of my upper arms and slamming me into the wall, shaking me. “This isn’t fair! You can’t keep ignoring me!” 

He slammed me into the wall again, “Ow! Ow, you're hurting me!” I cried, tears spilling over my face as the images in my eyes faded. Flashes of gold being the last thing I see. 

“You can not ignore me!”

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[oveliagirlhaditright]

Cherish the Moment

Summary: Ever since Angel Shanshued, Buffy's been doing all that she's able to help Angel try all of the different foods that she can (often times cooking with him in trying to discover new things). She, after all, thinks he has a lot of time to make up for, in having missed so much culinary cuisine. But in always being so focused on the next thing, is Buffy maybe forgetting to cherish her precious moments with Angel?

Cherish the Moment

"Okay… I'm calling it, Buffy," a recently-turned-human-Angel laughed, sitting on a bar stool as Buffy worked feverishly in their kitchen. "This is the silliest thing we've ever done. You don't have to keep trying to figure out what's the best way to keep cereal from going soggy,” he added upon standing up to head Buffy’s way. “If my cereal does go a little soggy… well, that's part of the human experience, right?"

Buffy looked up from her work—work where she'd been doing an experiment she’d wanted to do for Angel, to see if putting your cereal in first or second when compared to the milk would save it from soggy-ness (or if putting them both in at the same time would be the magical answer)—and gave Angel a look. How was it that she’d put so much time and energy into this, and he hadn’t noticed a single difference in the cereal bowls at all?!

She partly wanted to blame his new taste buds on this fact, and say they just hadn’t developed enough yet for this test. But deep down, she knew he was right and that there was nothing to be gleaned here. So, all and all, this experiment had been a bust—and probably “the silliest thing they’d ever done,” which was sadly saying something—and she found herself oddly peeved about it. Buffy found herself continuing to glower at Angel. But she did soften some, when he put a hand to her cheek and she found herself melting into his touch.

"I just want your experience as a human to be good, y’know, Angel? Arguably, you're starting late. Or starting again late. And I don't want your taste buds to have to be wasting their time on soggy cereal when they could be having quality cereal… or tiramisu?"

"Tiramisu is good," Angel allowed, seeming lost in thought for a minute.

And Buffy wondered if he, too, was remembering how he’d worried that the cherry tiramisu he’d tried at Ferrara’s would taste too medicinal—after he’d had to have cough syrup flavored with that same fruit for the first time and he wouldn’t like it—until Buffy very cleverly smeared some on her lips and got him to try it that way. Safe to say, Angel had become a big fan after that.

"And I've loved some of these food experiments we've done together, baby—like when we found out if you use corn syrup, it'll really save you when you're trying to make caramel.

"But Buffy, I'm human again. And we have so much to discover together… if you want to do that with me. So, what I’m getting at is… I don't want you to exhaust yourself with this food stuff, so that we miss everything else."

Angel was breathing pretty heavily after his speech, Buffy noted. She knew that it shouldn’t have surprised her, either. After all, Angel actually needed to breathe now and that might have been the most words she'd ever heard him string together like that before. Huh. He really was turning over a new leaf, wasn't he? Buffy giggled, as she leaned against her boyfriend and then rewarded him with a big smile.

Though there was some small part of her that wanted to chew him out, because she had come up with all of these cooking adventure ideas for him (and yes, Angel had acknowledged that and seemed thankful for it, but still). And Buffy knew how much of a foodie her Angel was, so what the hell?!

But when she noticed the concern in his warm chocolate eyes—concern for her, it seemed—she found that she was appeased.

"I guess maybe I should leave things on the high note, of having figured out that oranges are one of the secrets to KFC’s famous chicken recipe, along with the twelve herbs and spices." Buffy quipped, as she guided Angel to sit back on the stool he’d early vacated and then draped herself in his lap. She made sure to tuck her head beneath his chin, as it was her favorite spot in the world, after all.

And it was it her, or had Angel’s face heated up as she did so? Hmm… very interesting, and hopefully telling for what their next few hours could be like. "You understand that I'm not saying we should never try cooking together again, right, Buffy? Because I'm up for anything with you. And we have made some amazing discoveries. I'm just saying that, well, we could use some more down time."

Buffy tossed her head back and laughed—nearly falling out of the stool as she did so—it was only Angel's arms secure around her waist and her own Slayer reflexes reacting in the nick-of-time that kept the moment from being ruined. “Down time or up time?” Buffy asked saucily.

The look he gave her definitely let Buffy know, and now it was her turn to catch her breath. And for her heart to beat for him like she was sixteen again. They’d surely be going upstairs soon, but first she needed him to know she had heard him.

The Slayer halted whatever her former-vampire was about to say with a finger to his lips: "But to your point: I do understand, Angel. You're human now! And that has so much to offer you—us. Walks in the sunset… talks of children… chances for you to earn gray hairs now. There's so much to do, and moments to cherish: and we should be cherishing them together and not trying to rush anything. We've rushed too much in our lives, so let's never do that again."

And when Angel made slow, sweet love to her later in the day, Buffy came to the conclusion that they both understood each other perfectly clear.

Author's Note: Inspired by me watching too many cooking shows on YouTube (also in general, like with Food Network and stuff). But this fic in particular is inspired by some episodes of Mythical Kitchen and an episode of Food Theory on YouTube.

I’ve actually been writing a lot of Bangel fanfics behind the scenes lately (that are multi-chapters, most of them, and taking FOREVER to write for that reason. That’s why you haven’t seen them posted them yet. Also this one Bangel/Kingdom Hearts crossover oneshot that’s super long—and is the first Bangel fic I ever started—but more on that later, maybe), but I wanted a short little thing I could write as a break from those, I guess, so this ended up being that. I hope you enjoy:)

I also, somehow, never thought I’d write a human!Angel fic, but it was actually pretty fun! I might try it again sometime.

[ronmanmob]

The bar gremlin is back. All big eyes and sly grins when things slow down enough to permit the barman a moment to chat away. She comes in enough to be considered a regular ~a vodka tonic or the occasional sea breeze~ and their circles overlap often with the people they share in common. She's mostly harmless, isn't she? Except the way she leans across the bar, something cherry-syrup sweet in her voice as she stage whispers in his direction. "So...how's ya firs' kiss wi' Baz, den?"

First Kiss Meme

"Oh my darlin'-" Ron enthused, well-used to the visits of this specific bar gremlin; sweet and harmless despite how her questions sometimes veered into territory most private. Despite how this one most definitely had though, he turned from his work shining newly cleaned glasses and poured every ounce of charm and welcome into how he approached her - all open body language, smiling eyes and lips and the flash of teeth as he came near; leant his weight into the bar; made to confide--

"It was gorgeous--"

It was in the locker room of Baz's gym. They'd fallen into a routine after work, after training; Ron tending to Baz's wrists, hands and forearms; each joint salved with Tiger Balm; each tendon and muscle warmed, carefully stretched and massaged; wounds cleaned and dressed.

"--Soft-"

Not a word was spoke between them; between Ron and his aspiring champion. They didn't speak much by nature anyway - not either man. And they found in each other a kind of understanding that meant they didn't need to, to be understood. A look did it. A change in pressure where they touched - Ron sat as he was on a low stool between Baz's knees so he could best reach where he needed to reach.

"--Came natural-"

And it had. Come natural. It'd almost come natural more than once the last few days. Tiny moments spent gathering courage. Little testing leans in, little tilts of the head toward each other, little...chanced braveries that'd either been bottled or interrupted, but not this one. Not this time.

"--Took me breaf away-"

Not a superlative. After dancing round each other for as long as they had, feeling their way closer inch by inch, time by time-- When they found themselves alone at last, leant close as the work Ron was doing required, all it'd taken was a tilt of the head. Each of them had at once, though the synchronicity was accidental. Perhaps a thought had come on that needed words to express right. Perhaps they'd wanted a better look at each other. Perhaps, perhaps...It didn't matter. That first tilt, they both pulled up short; noses brushing, a hushed-

-Sorry-

-escaping one of them, though which...It didn't matter. The other shook his head, then tilted it purposefully to turn that just-gone brush into a nuzzle. They both smiled in millimetres, listed closer as if drawn by gravity. Between them, another word-

-Please-

-and that tore it. Their lips met, and all Ron knew then beyond Bastian's taste was the ecstatic weight of want-come-relief-come-affection that settled right the way through him. It--

"--It was..."

Ron caught the words he might've said, closing his eyes a moment and shaking his head. When he focused on his bar gremlin again, his expression was soft with the affection he felt for the man he'd been talking about.

"--'Ee's...a fuckin' joy, luv. 'Onestly."

[marysem]

TAILORED TO: anyone.

SETTING: the hopping pot, at the bar.

if  there's  one  thing  mary's  known  for  at  the  hopping  pot,  it's  for  their  bounding  creativity  and  having  the  absolute  time  of  their  life  creating  and  testing  out  all  sorts  of  drink  concoctions,  no  matter  how  they  ended  up  tasting.  not  for  the  first  time,  they  would  be  trying  out  a  new  drink  dubbed ever so special by  the  fresh  jar  of  honey  recently  gifted  by  a  neighbor.  it  called  for  special  attention  paid  to  the  drink  as  they'd  made  it,  which  came  in  the  form  of  the  garnishing  lemon  peel  lovingly  cut  into  what  they  thought  looked  like  bees.  they  were  definitely  bees,  from  one  or  two  different  angles–just  not  all  of  them,  maybe–and  in  just  the  right  light.

setting  the  tall  glass  down  in  front  of  the  patron  at  the  bar,  a  satisfied  upper  curve  of  their  lips  brightens  their  features  and  they  set  off  in  a  spiel  describing  the  drink  to  them.  “so  it’s  called  a  tequila  honey  bee,  and  i  made  the  honey  syrup  for  it  all  by  myself!  i  brought  it  with  me,  but  it  has  a  label  that  says  ‘do  not  touch  unless  your  name  is  mary,  you  fuckers’  on  it.”  maryse  was  quite  proud  of  that  one,  they  were.  “and  the  little  lemon  peels,  i  tried  cutting  into  little  bees.”  a  pause,  and  then  the  raise  of  a  brow  was  paired  with  the  slightly  more  demanding  lilt  to  their  voice,  “tell  me  they  look  like  bees.”

their  behavior  is  just  slightly  enhanced  from  their  normal  disposition,  helped  along  by  the  two  or  three  shots  taken  before  their  shift  after  a  chance  run  in  with  the  haunt  of  their  nightmares.

[lilacs-stash]

Okay so you know how cool cooking is ????

First of all- bit of an introduction, everyone should know at least a bit of cooking to make it through their life.

Breakfast foods? Dinner goods? Supper lunchies?

If you don't fulfill that nutrition bar you're as good as a washed out worn out clothing piece buddy

So like, let that pan hit and hit that pan!

Cooking is so funky and cool and amazing, yknow why?

On one hand you have spices, on the other a great GREAT community, if you're outdoorsy? RESTAURANTS, if you're an indoorsy pillow? HOMEMADE RECIPES!!!!!

place those bad boy ingredients into a bowl and whisk'em all together! have you ever used music videos as a timer? as a motivator? have you ever whisked to a beat?

then you have suuuuper sharp knifes! they look so cool, and what does look cooler? a person who chop chop chopes them up quickly!

I wanna learn how to do that in all the ways there are! I wanna know what the best way to do that is!

To be honest I've been planning on making a very detailed list of all the breakfast foods and ways to prepare them and just go all out... test every single way then in a Joshua Weilmann motion try to.... be more like him, try to combine the best ones together

also I just have to mention japanese food and korean food those look soooooo yummy .........

I need to try rare meat and well done meat and all em types of meat there are and see which I like best

I need to pinpoint every single restaurant near me and also those which are well known in my country?!! I need a list of funfacts to tell people

I need like, foods which I like. to make, to eat.

comfort foods and displeasing foods and creepy foods for halloween .... and all the best sauce combinations and I need herbs I need spices

also you know how you do like stress baking? I could stress bake, what recipies are the best to stress bake to? there should be like "a lofi video to stress bake to!" I hope there is!!!

I want a wooden thick chopping board

I crave to taste the american pancakes..... as an european ...............

why do people put butter on pancakes of all things? don't they know butter tastes gross!?!?

and maple syrup...... oooohhh my beloved darlin maple syrup

I need to be like a cake maker I need to make those super detailed lovely birthday cakes I need to know what ingredients they use to get like those tasty sugary coating things

"why do people put butter on pancakes of all things? don't they know butter tastes gross!?!?" Anon you are the odd person out the majority of people (me included) love butter.

[thekitchnpro]

21 Uses for Your KitchenAid Mixer

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21 Uses for Your KitchenAid Mixer

A KitchenAid mixer is a stand mixer that most people use to mix up cake batter and cookie dough. However, these mixers can do so many more things if you would only give them a chance! First off, KitchenAid mixers have a high-speed motor that is powerful. That alone makes it possible to use this kitchen item to tackle so many things in your home. If you do not own a KitchenAid mixer yet, and are considering one for your home, trust us when we say this is one of the most versatile items you will ever own. And once you start using this mixer, you will never be able to go back to using another type of mixer ever again!

21 Uses for Your KitchenAid Mixer

1. Make Delicious Homemade Ice Cream

Have you always wanted to make your own homemade ice cream? It is super easy to do if you have the ice cream maker attachment for your KitchenAid mixer. You can add anything you want to your ice cream too. So, consider all those cookies, candies, fruits, and even caramel syrups! We recommend testing out lavender and honey ice cream and making s’mores ice cream bars if you have the chance.

2. Whip Mashed Potatoes

Mashing potatoes is never an easy task, especially when you are trying to get dinner on the table in a hurry. Lumps usually stick around, creating groans from everyone at the table. It is better to let your KitchenAid mixer do the work for you! Simply add the whip accessory to your mixer to mash your potatoes. We guarantee you will have light fluffy potatoes every time.

3. Cream Butter and Eggs

There are so many recipes out there that call for creamed butter and eggs. You can do this with a handheld mixer, but that involves you standing there for the entire process. With a KitchenAid mixer, you can get it started and then work on something else, while the creaming process continues.

4. Grind Meat

You can easily grind your own hamburger meat if you have the metal food grinder attachment for your KitchenAid mixer. Simply place the attachment on your machine, add the meat, and turn it on. You’ll have ground meat in seconds. You can even grind up vegetarian options if you prefer.

5. Knead Dough

Kneading tough can be difficult and time consuming, so why not have a machine do it for you! Simply attach the dough hook to your KitchenAid mixer and turn the machine on. You can make dough for breads, pizza, and even pastries. We guarantee you will be amazed at how much faster you can prepare all these goodies with the help of your mixer.

6. Mix Batter

Above, we mentioned that you can use your mixer to make cakes and cookie dough. Well, honestly, you can use it to mix up all types of batter. This means mixing brownies, cookie dough, cake batter, and even pancake batter is easier than ever. Your arm won’t get tired out and your batter will be ready that much faster. Don’t forget to try to mix crepe batter in your mixer too. The end result will be a batter that cooks into thin crepes you can fill with all sorts of sweet and savory treats.

7. Make Yummy Homemade Juice

Have you ever tasted freshly squeezed juice? If you haven’t, you have no idea what you are missing out on! It is absolutely the best and it is so easy to make with your KitchenAid mixer. Simply attach the juicer and sauce attachment to your mixer. This attachment has an extra wide tube, which is perfect for when you are adding the fruit of your choice. The best part is there are three strainer options, so you can choose the one that will deliver the amount of pulp you prefer.

8. Shred Chicken

Shredding chicken can be a time-consuming task, but not if you let your KitchenAid mixer take over! All you need to do is make sure your chicken is either baked or parboiled. It is best to do this with boneless chicken breasts, because the bones are removed for you. However, if you use bone-in chicken, you can easily remove the bones before you start the shredding process. Add warm chicken to your mixing bowl and use the flat beater accessory on low to start shredding your chicken. It only takes approximately three minutes to shred enough chicken to make buffalo chicken dip, chicken chili, or dozens of other shredded chicken dishes.

9. Make Delicious Homemade Pasta

Do you love making homemade versions of different foods? If you answered yes, you are going to love the option of making homemade pasta with your KitchenAid mixer. Attaching the pasta sheet roller attachment will make this process so much easier for you. Once you have mixed the dough using the dough hook, attach the item mentioned above. Simply section your dough out and roll out sheets in the thickness you desire. Use the multiple pasta cutter options to cut your pasta into the size you want. There are so many options when it comes to homemade pasta, so let your creativity go wild!

10. Slice and Dice Fruits and Vegetables

Most people turn to a food processor to do this type of work in their kitchen. However, you don’t need both kitchen items if you already own a KitchenAid mixer. All you need is the food processor attachment, and you can be slicing and dicing in no time at all. You can choose the size you want, and the mixer will do the rest for you.

11. Mix Up Guacamole

Making guacamole isn’t difficult, but the mixing can be taxing, especially if you love smooth guac. We recommend adding the avocados, seasonings, garlic, and lime juice to your mixing bowl. Add the paddle attachment and turn your mixer on medium speed to mix all those ingredients together. Once everything is all mixed together, you can easily stir in onions, jalapeños, diced tomatoes, and other favorites.

12. Mix Up Filling for Stuffed Shells

Making stuffed shells is a process and it takes a lot of time. You can cut down on some of that time by mixing your stuffed shell filling in your KitchenAid mixer. Simply mix your cheese, eggs, seasonings, and other ingredients together in the mixing bowl. It is best to use the paddle attachment for this process. Once everything is mixed together, you can easily scoop it out to fill the shells.

13. Make a Yummy Dip

Some dips are super simple to mix together by hand. However, there are certain dips that use ingredients that are difficult to mix. Those dips must be made in a KitchenAid mixer if you want to save time and energy. Any dip that requires cream cheese and other ingredients like shredded cheeses, spinach, and other vegetables end up being really thick. Most of those dips are actually placed in the oven to warm up after the mixing process. We recommend throwing everything into your mixer and then scraping it all into an oven-safe pan when you are finished. Your dip will be ready for the oven, and ready to eat, in no time at all.

14. Scrambled Eggs

Have you ever made scrambled eggs for a crowd? Let us say that if you have, you will appreciate your KitchenAid mixer even more! Scrambling up eggs for one or two people is easy by hand. Scrambling eggs for a dozen people requires a little assistance. Use the whisk attachment on your mixer to whip your eggs before whipping again with a little milk and seasonings.

15. Prepare Meatloaf

What happens when you mix meatloaf by hand? If you are like most people, you end up with hands covered in meatloaf mixture! You can prevent this by simply using your KitchenAid mixer to prepare your next meatloaf. To make your meatloaf in your mixer, we recommend starting by beating the eggs. Add the milk, breadcrumbs, and other ingredients before mixing again. Finally, add the meat before the final mixing. The end result will be a perfect meatloaf where everything is mixed well together, and nothing is left sitting at the bottom of the bowl.

16. Make Homemade Butter

Have you ever made your own homemade butter before? If you haven’t, you must try it really soon! You don’t even have to go the homemade route to have delicious butter with your next meal. We recommend starting by placing softened butter in your mixing bowl. Add the seasonings you would love and let your KitchenAid mixer combine everything completely. Store the butter in an airtight container until you are ready to use it. And if you want to make your own butter, add heavy cream to your mixer. Whip the heavy cream on high until butter forms. Simply drain away any excess liquid and your butter will be ready to eat.

17. Make Marshmallows

Going to the store and grabbing a bag of marshmallows to make s’mores is something you see everyone doing when the weather is nice. But what if you could use your KitchenAid mixer to make your own marshmallows? Find a wonderful marshmallow recipe and add the ingredients to a pot on the stove. Once everything has come to a boil, add it all to your mixing bowl. Beat the liquid on high until it is thick. It will double in volume by the time it is done. Pour it into a pan and cut out your marshmallows. You get bonus points if you create cute shapes instead of squares!

18. Make Homemade Candy Hearts

Despite the time it takes to cut out all the candy hearts, making this sweet treat in a KitchenAid mixer is fairly easy. Since this candy dough is thick and sticky, it is not something you want to mix by hand. This is why so many people pull out their KitchenAid mixers to make this candy, as well as other types of candy.

19. Make Homemade Playdough

You don’t need to run to the store every time your playdough gets dried out and is unusable. Instead, all you need to do is make your own homemade playdough.  Simply mix all the ingredients together in your mixer before placing in containers. You may want to wash your mixer out in between each color, so your colored playdough turned out vibrant instead of a muddled mess.

20. Make Your Own Meringue

Making meringue is a long tedious project, especially if you are using a hand mixer. We recommend putting the whisk attachment on your mixer, adding the ingredients, and start mixing away. It will take some time for the peaks to form, but once they do, your meringue will be almost ready for you to use.

21. Make Frosting

Most people run to the store to buy containers of frosting when they need to make a cake. However, it is just as easy to throw a few ingredients into your mixer! In fact, we think it takes less time than a trip to the store. You can make buttercream frosting, peanut butter frosting, chocolate frosting, and so much more. No matter what type of frosting you make, it will be lightweight and delicious! You can easily use your KitchenAid mixer to do these twenty-one things in your kitchen. However, these are not the only things you can do, and make, using this mixer. We know you can find many other uses for your KitchenAid mixer if you simply take a step back and think about it for a minute or two! We recommend asking your family and friends what they use their mixers for, because they can share a wealth of ideas too. Take your KitchenAid mixer out of storage today and see what yummy treats you can make with it! We guarantee you will save a ton of time in the kitchen and that means you can make even more goodies than you have in the past!

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Summer in the City.

It's Summer in DC and with the heat and humidity climbing,a cool drink is just what you need. And if there's some alcohol in it,that'll just add to the fun. For this installment,I decided to go 'Tiki adjacent' with two of the five hottest summer drinks according to local bartenders. They might not be exactly Tiki,but the ingredients and flavors are what you would expect from good drinks at a proper Tiki bar. Enjoy!

Mix #194 Something Blue

2oz blanco tequila 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz amaretto* 1/4oz blue curacao 1/4oz Demerara syrup black salt

Salt the rim of a glass. Shake all ingredients with ice and pour into glass.

*I used ‎Disaronno.

From bartender Darlin Kulla at The Grill,this margarita riff is very tequila forward and citrus-y tart. I actually added another quarter ounce of Demerara syrup. I also didn't salt the rim of my glass(not my thing). If you like tequila margaritas,give this a try. The blue color also makes for a cool looking party drink.

Mix #195 MF Zucca

2oz spiced rum 3/4oz passionfruit syrup 1/4oz amaro* 1/4oz lime juice

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into glass.

*I used Aperol.

Created by bartender Danny Gonzalez of Maketto,this is a very interesting drink. It's bitter on the nose,but very sweet tasting. Very nice. A complex tasting drink you could serve at parties to impress your guests. I used Sugar Hill spiced rum,but it's no longer available. I look forward to trying this with other spiced rums. I think it would be a good test bed for checking out the taste of a spiced rum in a cocktail. BTW,in case you're wondering where the drink's name comes from,the bar uses Rabarbaro Zucca as their amaro.

So Summer heat may be here,but there is relief. Stay cool folks.

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Cocktail crafting is an art form that combines precision, creativity, and a deep understanding of flavors. Among the vast array of cocktails, two classics stand out as timeless favorites: the Mojito and the Old Fashioned.

These iconic drinks have captivated cocktail enthusiasts for generations with their distinctive profiles and rich histories. In this article, we delve into the secrets behind crafting world-class Mojitos and Old Fashioneds, exploring their origins, ingredients, and techniques to empower you to create bar-quality cocktails in the comfort of your home World Class Cocktails.

Unravelling the Mojito:

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The Mojito, a refreshing Cuban cocktail, is celebrated for its vibrant flavors and invigorating character. Originating in Havana, Cuba, during the 16th century, the Mojito has since become a global sensation, cherished for its combination of rum, lime, mint, sugar, and soda water.

Ingredients:

White rum: The backbone of the Mojito, white rum provides a smooth and slightly sweet base for the cocktail.

Fresh lime juice: The tartness of fresh lime juice balances the sweetness of the rum and sugar, lending a bright and citrusy note to the drink.

Fresh mint leaves: Fragrant mint leaves add a refreshing herbal aroma and flavor to the Mojito, enhancing its overall freshness.

Simple syrup: A mixture of equal parts sugar and water, simple syrup is used to sweeten the cocktail, ensuring a harmonious blend of flavors.

Soda water: The effervescence of soda water adds a crisp texture to the Mojito, making it a delightful and refreshing beverage.

Technique:

Muddle mint leaves and simple syrup in a glass to release the mint’s oils and flavor World Class Cocktails.

Add fresh lime juice and white rum to the glass, followed by ice.

Stir well to combine the ingredients and chill the mixture.

Top with soda water and garnish with a sprig of mint and a lime wedge.

Serve immediately and enjoy the invigorating taste of a classic Mojito.

Perfecting the Old Fashioned:

The Old Fashioned is a timeless cocktail that epitomises sophistication and elegance. Originating in the early 19th century, this iconic drink has stood the test of time, revered for its simplicity, depth of flavor, and versatility.

Ingredients

Bourbon or rye whiskey: The heart of the Old Fashioned, bourbon or rye whiskey World Class Cocktails provides a rich and robust flavor profile, with notes of caramel, vanilla, and oak.

Angostura bitters: Aromatic bitters add complexity and depth to the Old Fashioned, balancing the sweetness of the sugar and enhancing the whiskey’s flavors.

Sugar cube: A sugar cube serves as the sweetening agent in the Old Fashioned, slowly dissolving into the drink to impart a subtle sweetness.

Water: A splash of water helps to mellow the intensity of the whiskey and sugar, ensuring a well-balanced and smooth cocktai

Orange twist: Garnishing the Old Fashioned with an orange twist adds a bright and citrusy aroma, complementing the drink’s rich and complex flavors.

Ingredients

Place a sugar cube in a glass and saturate it with a few dashes of Angostura bitters.

Muddle the sugar cube and bitters to dissolve the sugar and release the bitters’ aromatic compounds.

Add a splash of water and stir to further dissolve the sugar.

Pour bourbon or rye whiskey over the sugar mixture and stir well to combine.

Add ice cubes to the glass and stir gently to chill the drink.

Express an orange twist over the cocktail to release its oils, then garnish the drink with the twist.

Serve the Old Fashioned in a rock-framed glass and savor- its timeless elegance and complexity.

Conclusion:

Crafting world-class cocktails such as the Mojito and Old Fashioned requires a combination of quality ingredients, precise techniques, and a passion for mixology.

By mastering the art of cocktail crafting, you can elevate your home bartending skills and impress friends and family with delicious and sophisticated drinks.

Whether you’re sipping a refreshing Mojito on a sunny afternoon or indulging in the timeless elegance of an Old Fashioned by the fireside, these iconic cocktails offer a taste of cocktail history and a glimpse into the artistry of mixology.

Cheers to mastering the art of crafting world-class cocktails!

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National Oreo Cookie Day

Oh, Oh, Oh, O-R-E-O! For more than 100 years, Oreo cookies have been a companion to kids and adults of all ages, bringing the delicious taste of nostalgia and childhood to people all over the world!

History of National Oreo Cookie Day

Making its first appearance in 1912, the Oreo Cookie actually started out being called the Oreo Biscuit. Created and manufactured by the Nabisco (National Biscuit Company), the cookie was made from two crisp chocolate rounds filled with white cream. Starting out in Chelsea, New York City, the complex was located on Ninth Avenue, a street which eventually got a name change to become “Oreo Way”.

Since that time, the Oreo has been the best-selling cookie in the United States for many years. People love to eat the Oreo in a variety of ways, whether dunking it into a cool glass of milk, twisting it and licking the cream out of the center or just taking a crunchy bite.

National Oreo Cookie Day is here to celebrate the anniversary of the day when the first Oreo Cookie was introduced to the world!

National Oreo Cookie Day Timeline

7th Century AD Cookies are invented

Cookies may have originated during this time in Persia, when sugar becomes more commonplace.

1898 Nabisco company is formed

East Hanover, New Jersey sees the ‘National Biscuit Company’ formed, which is the parent company of the Oreo cookie.

1912 Oreo cookies are introduced

First called the Oreo Biscuit, this famous cookie gets its start.

1974 Oreo gets its final name change

Moving from Oreo Biscuit to Oreo Sandwich to Oreo Creme Sandwich, the name Oreo Chocolate Sandwich Cookie finally sticks.

2004 ‘Milk’s Favorite Cookie’ campaign starts

Previously called ‘America’s Best Loved Cookie’ or ‘The One and Only’, the campaign changes in the early 21st century.

How to Celebrate National Oreo Cookie Day

Have fun and enjoy National Oreo Cookie Day with some of these fun and delicious ways to celebrate:

Share a Package of Oreo Cookies

National Oreo Cookie Day is the perfect time to head to the store, pick up a package of Oreo cookies and crack them open! In the US, most packages come with three rows of 13 cookies, totaling 39 in all. This means that this day offers a perfect opportunity for sharing. So fill up a couple of large glasses of milk and get ready to dip those Oreos and have a delicious snack!

Host an Oreo Cookie Day Tasting Party

Have tons of fun in honor of National Oreo Cookie Day by hosting a little gathering. Perhaps it could just be a little taste test party in the break room at work during lunch time, or maybe it’s a grander affair in the evening complete with invitations, a guest list and a wide array of music and dancing.

Whatever the case, the most important activity to engage in is a taste test of all of the different Oreo cookies that can be found. Regular Oreos, Double Stuf, Mint Oreos and Chocolate Oreos are just a few of the many different available flavors. For something particularly fancy, enjoy some Oreos that are covered in chocolate or white chocolate!

Get Creative with National Oreo Cookie Day

Oreo cookies can be far more than just a little afternoon snack. These delightful little sandwich cookies offer a variety of different options for culinary artists to get creative in the kitchen with dessert recipes.

Try out some of these ideas for inspiration on National Oreo Cookie Day, most of which can be made by simply adding the cookies to a traditional recipe most people have made in the past.

Oreo Stuffed Brownies. Make up a regular brownie mix and then place half the batter in the bottom of the baking pan. Place a layer of broken Oreo cookies on top and then add the rest of the brownie batter. Bake as usual.

Oreo Milkshakes. Loaded with ice cream and tasty sandwich cookies, this milkshake offers a delicious treat topped with homemade whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

Oreo Rice Krispie Bars. Get started with a traditional recipe for Rice Krispie treats and add broken Oreo cookies in. It’s a tasty alternative.

Turtle Candy Dipped Oreo Cookies. Much easier than making traditional turtle candies, this recipe combines Oreos with caramel, dipped in melted chocolate chips and topped with pecans.

Get Some Oreo Gifts and Gear

Celebrate National Oreo Cookie Day in the best way by grabbing some merch that’s Oreo related. The Oreo website offers all sorts of different items that can be purchased in celebration of the day, including sweatshirts, t-shirts and even fuzzy slippers. Not only that, but it might be fun to make a gift of some Oreo gear, like socks, tote bags, flip flops or an Oreo shaped embossed pillow to put right on the sofa!

Learn Some Fun Facts About Oreo Cookies

Did you know that half of the people who eat Oreo cookies pull them apart before they eat them?! Have tons of fun and raise awareness for National Oreo Cookie Day by learning and sharing some of these delightful facts about one of America’s favorite cookies:

Throughout the history of Oreo, the brand has released more than eighty five different flavors! This includes Lemon, Birthday Cake, Red Velvet, Churro, Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie, and so many others.

Oreo cookies can be found in more than 100 countries all over the world, and they are produced in 18 countries.

More than 40 billion Oreo cookies are made each year. If they were stacked together, they would be able to circle the earth five times!

In 2009, one of the world’s largest taste tests took place in Madrid, Spain. It included 1,471 people who taste tested Oreo cookies.

Pass Out Oreo Cookies to Friends

In celebration of National Oreo Cookie Day, perhaps it would be fun to gift some small Oreo gifts to friends, family members, coworkers or neighbors. Wrap up some cute little individually wrapped Oreos in some plastic bags or baking paper.

Add some pretty colored ribbon and a gift tag that says, “Happy Oreo Cookie Day!” Then pass them out to students and teachers at school, or even the crossing guard. Whoever you run across in the day will be delighted by sharing this little treat with them!

Enjoy a National Oreo Cookie Day Playlist

A day is always better when it has an appropriate soundtrack running behind it! Make a playlist with some cookie themed songs in honor of the day – get started with some of these:

Oreo Cookie Blues by Stevie Ray Vaughn (1985)

“C” is for Cookie by Cookie Monster (1973)

Cookie Jar by Gym Class Heroes (2008)

Who Stole the Cookie by The Jaynetts (1965)

National Oreo Cookie Day FAQs

Are Oreo cookies vegan?

In 1997, Oreo removed the lard from their cream and they contain no dairy, so the cookies are technically vegan. 

How many calories in an Oreo cookie?

A single Oreo cookie contains around 53 calories. 

Are Oreo cookies gluten free?

Oreo cookies contain wheat and therefore are not gluten free. 

Can Oreo cookies be frozen?

Yes. Oreo cookies can be frozen for up to 8 months. 

Do Oreo cookies contain dairy?

No! Oreo cookies are dairy free.

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Sipping Sensibly: How to enjoy alcohol without losing control

you're sitting at a cozy bar, surrounded by laughter and the clinking of glasses. The bartender skillfully pours and mixes various colorful concoctions, creating a sensory experience like no other. Yes, we're talking about alcohol - a beverage that has been a companion to social gatherings, celebrations, and even quiet nights in for centuries.

Alcohol, in moderation, can be enjoyed responsibly and even enhance social experiences. However, it's important to find a balance and to be mindful of our choices. In this blog post, we will explore the world of craft cocktails, the art of mixology, and how to sip sensibly. Let's dive in!

The History and Evolution of Mixology

Craft cocktails and mixology aren't just buzzwords; they have a rich history dating back to the early 19th century. The art of mixology began taking shape as bartenders experimented with various ingredients and techniques to create unique and flavorful libations. However, it wasn't until the Prohibition era in the United States that cocktail culture truly experienced a revolution.

During Prohibition, the production, sale, and distribution of alcoholic beverages were banned. This led to the rise of underground speakeasies, where innovative mixologists used homemade alcohol and exotic ingredients to craft cocktails that masked the poor quality of the spirits. As the ban was lifted and cocktail culture began to flourish, mixologists continued to push boundaries and create new flavor combinations, techniques, and presentation styles.

Unveiling the Craft Cocktail Experience

What sets a craft cocktail apart from a standard cocktail? The answer lies in the craftsmanship and attention to detail. Craft cocktails are meticulously curated using fresh, high-quality ingredients, balanced flavors, and sophisticated techniques. Each sip is a journey of flavors, a dance on the palate that elevates the overall drinking experience.

The ingredients used in craft cocktails play a crucial role in their creation. From perfectly ripe fruits and hand-picked herbs to artisanal spirits and homemade syrups, every element is carefully selected to ensure the utmost quality and taste. Craft cocktails are not just drinks; they are a labor of love.

Signature Cocktails from Around the World

Classic cocktails like the Old Fashioned and Martini have stood the test of time, captivating the taste buds of generations. But the world of craft cocktails offers a vast array of signature drinks, each influenced by regional flavors and cultural traditions.

Imagine sipping on a Caipirinha in Brazil, with its zesty lime and sugarcane punch, or indulging in a refreshing Pimm's Cup in England on a sunny afternoon. No matter where you are, there's bound to be a signature cocktail waiting to be discovered. Exploring lesser-known cocktails from different countries can open up a whole new world of flavors and expand your cocktail repertoire.

The Art of Pairing Cocktails with Gourmet Cuisine

Cocktails aren't just meant to be enjoyed on their own; they can also be paired with gourmet cuisine to create a harmonious dining experience. Like a beautiful symphony, a well-paired cocktail can elevate the flavors of a dish, bringing out its nuances and enhancing the overall meal.

Restaurants and bars are increasingly focusing on curated cocktail menus that complement their food offerings. By considering the flavors, textures, and aromas of both the cocktail and the dish, mixologists and chefs work in synergy to create unforgettable dining experiences. Interactive cocktail pairing events have also gained popularity, allowing guests to witness the magic of pairing unfold right before their eyes.

Home Mixology: Elevating your Cocktail Game

Why limit your craft cocktail experience to fancy bars? With the right tools, ingredients, and a dash of creativity, you can bring mixology into your own home. Building a well-equipped home bar is the first step towards becoming your own mixologist.

Invest in essential tools like shakers, strainers, and muddlers, and stock your bar with a versatile selection of spirits, mixers, and garnishes. Experiment with different cocktail recipes and don't be afraid to add your own twist. Who knows, you might discover your own signature drink!

The Future of Mixology: Trends and Innovations

The world of mixology is ever-evolving, with new trends and innovations constantly pushing the boundaries of what a cocktail can be. Molecular mixology, for example, incorporates scientific techniques to create visually stunning and avant-garde cocktails. Suspended bubbles, smoking glasses, and edible garnishes are just a few examples of the creative possibilities that this field offers.

Additionally, as more people seek healthier alternatives or simply want to cut down on alcohol consumption, the demand for non-alcoholic and low-alcohol options has grown. Mixologists are rising to the challenge, creating sophisticated mocktails and refreshing low-alcohol cocktails that cater to a wide range of preferences.

Conclusion

Sipping sensibly doesn't mean abstaining altogether; it means enjoying alcohol in moderation and with mindfulness. Craft cocktails and the art of mixology have brought a new level of sophistication and enjoyment to the world of adult beverages. By exploring the history, savoring signature drinks from around the world, and even trying your hand at home mixology, you can enhance your drinking experience and embark on a flavorful adventure. So raise your perfectly-crafted cocktail and cheers to the fine art of sipping sensibly!

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