#sladke

[aerizworld]

He's a Barbie boy She's an Oppenheimer girl

these drawings are request that someone made me on instagram ;sladk

[gasstationpopcorn]

lahko noč gongeous

≽^•༚•🎀≼

lahko noč, sladke sanje, darling ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

[cherryblossomn7865]

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[cebelarstvokozmus]

Trgovina s kostanjevim medom v Sloveniji

Raziščite izjemen svet kostanjevega medu v Sloveniji v Čebelarstvu Kozmus. Naša spletna trgovina je vaša destinacija za najboljše izdelke iz kostanjevega medu v Trgovini s kostanjevim medom v Sloveniji. Okusite bogate, prepoznavne okuse te edinstvene sorte medu, ki je skrbno pridobljena in izdelana v Čebelarstvu Kozmus.

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[iltiramisu]

Hrepenite po nečem novem – preizkusite sladek tiramisu še danes

Z vsakim kosom sladice se boste počutili bolje. Poleg tega čudovita porcija sladki tiramisu vaši večerji doda poseben okus in okus.

Tradicionalni tiramisu je italijanska sladica, podobna pudingu, z okusom po kavi, ki pogosto vključuje biskvit ali polpete, namočene v pijačo in prekrite s stepenim jajcem, sladkorjem in kombinacijo sira mascarpone, ki je aromatizirana s kakavom ali čokoladnimi ostružki. Zdi se, da tiramisu, kar v italijanščini pomeni "razvedri me", resnično drži svoje ime. Če želite pripraviti posebno in dekadentno sladico za svoje goste in družino, preizkusite ta recept.

Iz česa je narejen tiramisu?

Sestavine sladice Tiramisu

Standardne sestavine Tiramisuja so jajca, sladkor, kremni sir, biskvit ali piškoti, kava in čokolada. To je zanimiva kombinacija. Sir Mascarpone, edinstven sir iz Lombardije, in Savioardi, originalni ladyfinger piškoti, ki se uporabljajo pri njegovi pripravi, sta še dve specifični sestavini, ki ju morate dobiti, če želite pripraviti pristni italijanski tiramisu.

Mascarpone sir lahko naredite tudi doma z uporabo sveže Krema Tiramisu, kisa in limone. Poleg tega lahko v receptih za Tiramisu namesto piščančjih piškotov uporabimo celo biskvit.

Kot je zapisano v tradicionalnem receptu, je občasno v pripravo tiramisuja vključen tudi alkohol. Kuharji tej jedi pogosto dodajo rum, vino ali kavni liker, da izboljšajo okus.

Tiramisu

Čeprav imamo prednost okusu vrhunskega temnega ruma, je v tem kraju pogosta izbira alkohola tudi žganje. Vendar pa vas prosimo, da uporabite količino, ki jo želite. Všeč nam je tudi, da je sladica bolj pijana, ker prereže bogastvo mlečnih izdelkov in jajc ter ji da bolj zanimiv okus.

SESTAVINE

480 ml močne kave ali espressa sobne temperature

120 do 180 ml odličnega temnega ruma (ali žganja po želji)

Ločena štiri velika jajca pri sobni temperaturi

1 kg sladkorja

500 g mascarponeja, 1/4 žličke soli

48 ženskih prstkov ustreza 120 ml smetane (savoiardi)

ostružki grenko-sladke čokolade kot okras

Pikapolo ali torta, kar je osnova za torto, mora biti malo zastarela. Pravzaprav je priprava tiramisuja odličen način, da porabite ostanke. Ladyfingers ali stara torta bosta učinkoviteje absorbirala tekočino, ne da bi postala kašasta. Tiramisu je pogosto pripravljen v velikem kvadratnem ali pravokotnem pekaču, najboljšega okusa pa je po nekajurnem hlajenju v hladilniku. Posledično ima torta več časa, da zaužije vse svoje okuse. Priporočljivo je, da kremni tiramisu pripravite večer prej ali zjutraj, ko ga postrežete, če ga pripravljate za večerno večerjo.

Recept za sladki tiramisu bo brez dvoma vesel mnogih vaših obiskovalcev. Če ste torto namočili v alkohol, to povejte tistim, ki morda ne pijejo. Alkohol bo še vedno prisoten v polni moči, saj ta jed ni pečena.

[andrej-food]

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[nicolepoststoworld]

Gnocchi zo sladkých zemiakov a vločiek, zaliate tvarohom a malinami ❤️ novo objavený recept od @fitrecepty ktorý som si okamžite zamilovala ❤️ #fitness #fit #fitsladkosti #fitrecepty #fitnessmotivation #fitnessgirl #fitgirl #healthyfood #healthylifestyle #health #healthy #healthyrecipes #healthyeating #healthylunch #zdraverecepty #sladkerecepty #sladke #lunch #gnocchi #sweet #foodporn #food #foodphotography #foodlover #foodblogger #foodstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CBvHNrngk09/?igshid=14qp48bcb6lmc

[alisonjohnson14-blog]

Reign ❤ Conde vs. Condé 😃

[kwooj]

tengo que confesarte algo… @kvrnna​​​

sus cejas se alzan con cierta diversión y esta vez es él que acorta distancia con contrario. ‘ ¿sí? ¿me contarás por fin en qué te conviertes o todavía tienes condiciones? ’ su mirada bajó un poco hasta dar con la impropia. ‘ ¿o quieres confesarme otra cosa? ’ estaba haciendo más pregunta de lo debido y su confianza había crecido gracias al alcohol que está bebiendo desde que llegó.

[coffeedxnganoderma]

This is my new tart 🍰😊 and it tastes great 👌🙋✌ Toto je moja nová torta 🍰😊 a chutí skvelo 👌🙋✌ #sweet #tart #breakfast #lunch #diner #dessert #yummy #dxn #cocozhi #foodlover #foodie #foodporn #jedlo #torta #sladke #dnesjem #kosice #gym # #love #fitness #inspiration #instavideo #follow #me #instalike #instagood #dezert #new #recipes

[chromecutie]

Not A Ghost - part 14

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Taglist: @emma-frxst  @ra-ra-rasputiin  @holamor ​  @empressme-bitch  @marvel-is-perfection  @hazilyimagine ​ @marvel-forever-17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash ​ @whitewitchdown ​ @master-sass-blast ​ @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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Piotr looked for his wife after Wade and Cable left, and found her in their bedroom. “Ah!” His face lit when he saw her in the old velvet chair by the window, before he realized she was sulking. He lifted the hot cup he’d brought with him. “I have tea for you,” he said warmly as he crossed to sit in the other chair opposite her.

Rhonda put down the lightbulb she had been holding on the little table. She accepted the cup with a soft, “Thank you.”

They were quiet for a while, Rhonda sipping at the tea, avoiding eye contact while Piotr watched how her fingers curled around the ceramic. He noticed how she almost always kept her right hand with the missing finger obscured by her other hand, the cup, or the sleeve of her cardigan.

“Wade and Cable left,” he said.

He took another breath to add to it, but Rhonda interjected, “I’m sorry. About earlier. I’m so sorry - I don’t know how to explain it, I just…” Her brows pinched and raised in the middle, but her gaze didn’t leave her tea. Her knuckles were a little white around the mug.

Piotr remembered Cable outing her about being "scared of everyone," and wilted. “Sladkaya, nyet, nyet!” He cupped one of his hands around hers and touched her chin with one knuckle to get her to look at him. “I’m sorry. I should have told them to wait a few days, today was no good.” He swiped his thumb over her cheek - she had washed off the oval of paint from this morning, leaving the teardrop tattoos visible again. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he assured. Since she was wearing her cardigan again, he figured she had washed off the rest of the paint too.

She still wasn’t used to him being constantly armored, but his touch was still his touch and there was comfort in it. The steam was no longer curling from her tea, but it was still warm. In a few more generous sips, she finished it and set the cup on the table. Piotr had laid his hands on the surface, watching carefully as Rhonda pulled up her feet into the chair with her. There were things he didn’t understand about her now, and he wanted to fix that. Figuring out the right questions to ask and how to ask them was delicate, and it would take time.

“For what it’s worth,” he said, “they like you.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t completely hide her smirk. “Captain Surly and Mr. Can’t Stop Drawing Dicks like me? Wow.”

Piotr looked away, but his smile widened. “You have always been easy to like, sladkaya,” he said softly.

Rhonda sighed, “Don’t...call me that.”

His smile died and he asked with a confused frown, “Sladk--why?”

She shook her head and somehow withdrew even further into the chair. “Because I’m not...sladkaya anymore, there’s nothing sweet about me.”

For a full minute, he didn’t even know what to say to that. Stunned, he watched her in silence, his heart pounding. Finally he simply said, “Nyet,” and scooped her into his arms.

He laid on the bed, propped against the headboard, with his wife nestled in his arms on top of him. He tried to breathe slowly, let his heart slow down so she didn’t hear the vibrating give away how bothered he was. “The way we fit together like this?” Piotr said gently, fingers sinking into her hair. “That is sladkaya. This morning, in the shower, when I armored down - how you smiled? Sladkaya.” He kissed the top of her head and let his lips linger. “The way you threw your arms around Ellie when you first saw her after you came home. How happy you were when you saw the zhostovo I painted on your arm. When you-” he paused when he heard her sniffle and felt her ribcage contract in a muted sob.

Tears stung his own eyes as Piotr eased his fingers over her hair and concluded, “I spent so long...wishing I could hold you again, just like this. I love you, Rhonda. I love you so very much. So, no. I will not stop calling you sladkaya, and I will not stop pointing out my reasons why.” He punctuated with briefly tightening his embrace.

Rhonda took a couple deep breaths before she responded in a shaky voice, “I love you too, Piotr. You’re the best.” Part of her knew he was right, but a bigger part of her just didn’t feel it. That part knew how the Icebox had forced her to compromise everything she believed in, and it was hard to shake being disgusted with herself for it.

She listened with her cheek on his chest to the muted beating of his heart, like a giant clock ticking in the distance. His arm around her back keenly felt when her breathing evened out and she had stopped crying. He thought she might have fallen asleep when she finally said, “I survived because I thought of you every day.” Rhonda lifted her head to look at him. “I had to get home to you, there was no help coming, there was no other option.” She had a moment of hesitation, before she rolled off Piotr and pulled up the left leg of her pajama pants. High on her inner thigh, there was a scar that sank inward. “This is the one fight,” she said softly, “where I really thought...this is it, I’m done. There was just...too much blood.” The scar was near her femoral artery. Piotr gingerly touched the edges of the scar, his gut in knots as if it was a fresh wound. The scar looked a few years old.

Rhonda continued, “But then I thought--if none of my letters ever got to you, you’d never know what happened. So...I dragged myself back to my cell and tied my sheets around my leg. In the morning, I woke up, and I was still alive.” She sagged against the headboard and heaved a sigh.

Piotr watched her frown deepen and he asked, “Was there something else?”

She chewed her lip and pulled her pants leg back down.

“I killed the person who did this. This was her lucky shot she got in, thinking she was gonna take me with her.” Rhonda shook her head, “Wasn’t that lucky.”

Piotr took a slow breath. His wife was willingly opening up about a few details. He knew he should feel some kind of way, but he could only focus on one fact. “You never gave up,” he said in awe. Guilt gnawed at his heart. He had.

He shifted so he could face her better, and held her hand. “I can’t say the same, and I will always regret it.”

“You mean the part where you had a funeral, or the part where you started seeing someone, while I was murdering people to stay alive?” Rhonda said it matter-of-factly, with no particular edge, but Piotr still flinched as if she had.

“I ended things with Michelle,” he said, unsure what else he should say.

Rhonda nodded, and rubbed his fingers with her thumb where their hands met. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

Piotr proceeded as if he was walking on ice in the Siberian spring, “You don’t seem...as upset as I thought you might be.”

A deep breath raised her shoulders, and with it she lifted her brows in a miniscule shrug. “I don’t know what good it does to be mad about it.” She sandwiched his hand between both of hers and caressed his knuckles. “If I really had been dead...you did exactly what I would have wanted for you. You moved forward with your life and kept living. It just...” She looked into his eyes, “It is what it is.” It didn’t hurt any less, but Rhonda pushed it down anyway. She pulled him a little closer so she could rest her palm against his cheek.

He leaned into her touch and promised, “We will keep moving forward. Together.”

Rhonda smiled, and the circles under her eyes weren’t as dark. “[I love you,]” she said in Russian.

He leaned in and kissed her before returning, “[I love you too.]”

“I gotta ask, though,” she frowned and shook her head. One thing was still definitely under her skin. “Why do you let her call you Petey? Petey? Ew.” Her face scrunched in revulsion at Americanizing her Russian husband’s name.

Piotr grimaced, “Ahhh, that.” He pulled away, and his cringe brought his shoulders up to his ears, bracing himself. “When we first met, she had trouble pronouncing my name, so I told her Peter was fine. And from there she went to Petey.”

Rhonda’s jaw fell open, eyes wide. She said in that perfect accent, “Piotr Nikolaevich!” Her head pulled back and gave a little shake, “How hard was that?” Another thing hit her. “Babe? I got fluent in Russian for you, and then you dated someone who can’t even pronounce your name?”

Her husband hedged, waggling a hand, “Well, mostly fluent.”

She snapped her fingers, “When you brought me to Russia to meet your family, I understood every word of what people were saying.”

“If they spoke slowly.”

“But I got every word.” Piotr chuckled and Rhonda’s moderately offended face turned to a devilish smirk. “I remember the guy at that bar trying to get under your skin and asked you what my kiska tastes like.” She was trying to keep from laughing, “And you told him it was like bad herring, just to watch him get grossed out so he’d quit bothering us.”

Piotr erupted in a rich guffaw, clapping a hand over his mouth. “That's right! Oh, I never knew you had caught that!”

She cocked her head and raised her hands, “Fluent Russian.” Even after addressing the elephant in the room named Michelle, it felt good to laugh. When their laughter subsided, she shook her finger at him, “My point--is that next time I die, you better step it up with who you date next. How many years did you spend learning English? Don’t settle for someone who won’t do you the same respect and learn some Russian.” She playfully shoved his shoulder and stood.

Grabbing her phone and earbuds gifted by Ellie, and the lightbulb from Hank, she asked, “What’s the spare room situation these days?”

Piotr thought a moment, figuring out a room far enough from anyone’s living quarters, but repaired enough for whatever she planned on doing. “There should be something in the upper floors of the east wing,” he nodded, “I’ll walk you there.”

--

It took a few tries, but eventually they found a room that would work. The heavy drapes were full of dust, but they helped cut down on the echoing emptiness. The wiring was all fried, but that wasn’t an issue. The old wood floor had a lot of dust and small debris, which Piotr insisted he sweep up before letting his wife practice in there. “No reason to risk stepping on some shrapnel,” he chided. “Besides, this way you can dance, if you feel like it.” This part of the house was quiet--almost too quiet for Rhonda, but that didn’t matter as much once she either put in her earbuds or played music through the phone’s speakers.

Piotr asked, “Is there anything else I can help with?”

Rhonda shrugged and gave a sad smile, “What can you do?” She brandished the lightbulb. “I’m just trying to light this. Then we’ll figure out what’s next.”

“Yes we will,” Piotr kissed the top of her head and edged for the door. “If I don’t see you by dinner, I will come look for you here.”

After his footsteps faded, Rhonda started the playlist and focused on the lightbulb.

[easydesserts]

3 sladke dobrote, ki jih lahko naredite z žarom

3 sladke dobrote, ki jih lahko naredite z žarom

Vsi imajo radi sladke dobrote. Svojim sladicnim jedem dodajte edinstven dimljen okus, tako da jih vržete na žar. Te dobrote vas bodo spomnile na okusne taborniške priboljške, ki so jih vsi uživali v otroštvu. Preizkusite te hitre in enostavne recepte za sladico na žaru, v katerih bodo uživali tako otroci kot odrasli:

Ananas na žaru, pokrit z maslom

Kaj rabiš:

2 ananasa, olupljena, olupljena in…

[sojovemlieko]

makový koláč

korpus:

šálku strúhaného kokosu

šálku kešu orieškov

šálku mandľovej múky alebo mletých mandlí

1 čl škorice

100 g masla alebo rastlinného tuku

plnka:

200 g mletého maku

200 ml plnotučného kokosového mlieka

1 pl masla alebo rastlinného tuku

šťavu z 1/2 citrónu

250 g tučného tvarohu alebo kyslej smotany

1 celé vajíčko + 1 bielok

1 čl škorice

stéviu alebo iné sladidlo podľa chuti

Rúru predhrejeme na 160° C.

Kešu rozmixujeme (príp. aj mandle). Rozmixované orechy zmiešame s kokosom a škoricou. Do zmesi primiešame zmäknuté maslo a vytvoríme cesto, ktoré rozprestrieme na dnon a okraje formy na koláč (priemer 23 cm, dno vystlané papierom na pečenie). Pečieme asi 15 minút, potom necháme vychladnúť.

Teplotu zvýšime na 175° C.

Do nádoby mixéru vložíme mak, kokosové mlieko, maslo, citrón, tvaroh/smotanu, vanilku, škoricu a sladidlo a mixujeme, kým z ingrediencií nevznikne hladká zmes. Mix ochutnáme, dochutíme vanilkou/škoricou/citrónom, prípadne dosladíme. 

Pridáme vajce a bielok a znovu rozmixujeme. 

Hotovú zmes vylejeme na vychladnutý korpus a pečieme 30-45 minút (kým náplň nestuhne). 

Hotový koláč necháme vychladnúť a vložíme aspoň na 1 a pol hod. do chladničky.

[iltiramisu]

Treviso Tiramisu – poznajte korake do njega

V Italiji je Tiramisu Treviso huda zadeva! Pri tem receptu vam ne bo treba uporabiti surovih jajc, poleg tega pa boste odkrili vse italijanske trike za pripravo najbolj debele maskarponejeve glazure!

Bistvene sestavine Tiramisùja so jajca, sladkor, sir Mascarpone, kava, keksi Savoiardi (znani tudi kot Ladyfingers) in nesladkana čokolada. Marsala, italijansko alkoholizirano vino, ki je po okusu bolj podobno sladkemu likerju kot vinu in se tradicionalno uporablja za aromatiziranje mascarpone glazure v Italiji, lahko izpustite, če ga ne najdete. Seveda lahko nadomestite svoj najljubši liker, a na žalost nič nima tako okusa kot Marsala!

Kaj je Tiramisu?

Ta italijanska krema za tiramisu, ki je podobna križancu med malenkostjo in pudingom, v grobem prevodu pomeni "poberi me". Ženski prsti, namočeni v kavo in liker, so stisnjeni med plastmi stepenega pudinga, znanega kot zabaglione. Nato po celotni posodi potresemo kakav v prahu ali naribano čokolado. Izvor in zgodovina jedi sta zelo sporna, saj nekateri Italijani trdijo, da gre za tradicionalno jed z rustikalnim okusom, drugi pa trdijo, da bi jo lahko ustvaril le italijanski slaščičar. V ZDA je postal priljubljen v osemdesetih letih prejšnjega stoletja in je še vedno priljubljen kot sladica, ki jo strežejo le v restavracijah.

Ključni koraki za najboljši tiramisu

Namesto vina marsala uporabite pijačo, ki jo uživate. Ker marsala velja za bistveno sestavino zabagliona tiramisuja iz laboratorija Delavnica Za Proizvodnjo Tiramisuja, se zavedam, da je moj nasvet nekonvencionalen. Obstaja nekaj dokazov, da prvotni tiramisu sploh ni vseboval alkohola; kljub temu, ker nimam skoraj nikoli pri roki sladke marsale, jo v svojem receptu izpustim v korist kavnega likerja. Če obožujete marsalo, pri tem nikakor izpustite alkohol. Na splošno vključite le živila, ki jih uživate.

Investirajte v ženske prste. Ženske palčke, uporabljene v tem receptu, morajo biti zelo suhe, saj bodo absorbirale vlago iz mascarponejevega nadeva ter sirupa iz kave in likerja.

Za izpopolnjevanje umetnosti peke ženskih prstkov doma potrebujete veliko časa in prakse. Sami sebi dolgujete nakup ženskih prstkov.

Zabaglione pripravimo v dvojnem kotlu. Obrtniška Proizvodnja Tiramisuja se stepta jajca, sladkor in sladko vino postrežejo s svežim sadjem kot zabaglione. Zabaglione je vključen v kombinacijo maskarponeja in smetane, ki tvori telo jedi v tiramisuju. Bistveno je, da na majhnem ognju skuhamo jajca, stopimo sladkor in naredimo gost zabaglione za tiramisu. Ko se sladkor raztopi in ob vlečenju žlice po zabaglioneu ostane debela sled, je zmes dovolj gosta.

Preden dodamo mascarpone in stepeno smetano, pustimo, da se zabaglione popolnoma ohladi. Zmes mascarponeja se bo uspešno stopila, stepena smetana pa izpuhtela, če dodate topel zabaglione. Preden stepemo Tiramisu Treviso in mascarpone ter dodamo in povežemo obe komponenti, zabaglione pustimo hladiti vsaj 10 minut.

[andrej-food]

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[nicolepoststoworld]

Dnešný obed bol po extrémnej chuti na sladke jasný 😄 prvý krat som skúsila pirohy z tvarohového cesta od @simona_malkova ❤️ sú neskutočné😍 Recept nájdete v uložených stories na jej profile a určite odporúčam skúsiť ❤️ #fitness #fit #fitsladkosti #fitclan #fitrecepty #fitnessmotivation #fitnessgirl #pirohy #fruit #healthyfood #health #healthylifestyle #healthyrecipes #food #foodporn #foodphotography #foodlover #foodblogger #foodstagram #foodstyling https://www.instagram.com/p/CB26gNJACJI/?igshid=1x5url8hbj57w