#uncooked frosting

[odoraful]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄.ᐟ (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭)

zayne is known for enjoying desserts, but there’s a sweet he hasn’t tried yet that he’s been craving.

⟡ content: zayne x gn!reader; early stage of the established relationship; first kiss; very sweet (both literally and figuratively); reader being flustered and zayne being bold; you basically live in zayne's mind 24/7; sfw; 1.6k

⟡ a/n: i was listening to day 6's song chocolate and inspiration struck me (>\\<) like "i often imagine when i kiss you, i'm curious about how it would feel... i can't control my heart, i think there's another me inside me" WAAH i thought it was fitting for zayne!

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It wasn’t typical of Zayne to be indulgent. Everything was done with careful moderation and consideration, from purchasing clothing to committing to exercise. However, when it came to desserts, all the rules he set up were scrubbed from his memory. No one suspected that the cardiac surgeon had such a strong sweet tooth. That was until his co-workers saw him at the bakery near the hospital one day, contemplating seriously about which new flavour of cake to get. To everyone’s surprise, he had ended up buying a slice of each one.

Anything sweet had a way of bypassing his self-control, which, naturally, meant you as well.

Taking a moment to himself in his office between appointments, Zayne reached for the cellophane bag of cookies sitting by his computer. The red string around the bag also held a tag with careful handwriting. It read:

Roses are red, jasmines are white, I made these with love, I hope you’ll take a bite.

Beneath the message was a cutely drawn face of you winking. Even though he had read this about 20 times since you dropped it off to him before you went to work, he still breathed a small laugh and shook his head. He unravelled the string, putting the tag safely in his pocket. The cookies inside were shaped like snowflakes and frosted blue and and white. He admired the design for a moment before taking a bite.

Imagining you preparing this made him smile. You had probably woken up earlier than usual to bake them fresh, putting on your apron with a determined look on your face. Each ingredient would be carefully measured, and as much as you would want eat the raw dough, his voice of caution would pop into your head about the dangers of uncooked eggs and flour. Once they were baking, you would finish by making the icing, dying it blue. He could imagine how you’d dip your finger into the bowl, bringing the mixture to your mouth. The blue would be a contrast against your rosy lips as you licked them to savour the taste.

That image of you stayed in Zayne’s head for longer than he intended.

He finished off a second cookie. It had a satisfying texture, the icing sugary and smooth.

Would your lips taste as sweet as this?

The thought came so naturally that he didn’t think anything unusual of its presence. There would probably still be some icing left on your lips, and he would simply lean in to—

Zayne cleared his throat.

The sound broke the silence of his office and banished the trespassing thought.

Only two weeks into this relationship, and he was fantasising like a high school boy at his work. You always had been a permanent fixture in his thoughts, but now it all felt so real. He no longer thought of you as his partner in hypotheticals. Being able to kiss you, and taste the sweetness on your lips wasn’t a dream anymore. Now, the real concern was the appropriate when and where.

He tied the bag closed, saving the rest to bring home. His break was over, and he had to continue on with work. Though he had finished his dessert long ago, the taste of vanilla icing lingered on his tongue for the rest of the day.

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”Earth to Zayne~ can you hear me?”

Zayne turned to you. Your head was titled to the side, an expectant look on your face.

Though it was a weekend morning, both of you were on the sofa completing the remaining piece of your respective work—him finishing his recommendations for a patient, and you filling out a case report for your recent hunter excursion.

“Yes, I can hear you,” he replied, matter-of-factly.

You narrowed your eyes in playful suspicion. “Hm, and what about the past two times I called you?”

Zayne adjusted his glasses. “I must have been focused on my report.”

His reason would have been convincing enough, if not for your keen senses. Despite his unchanging expression, you weren’t mistaken seeing the tips of his ears turn red.

You sorted your documents back into the folder, and placed it to the side.

“You stopped typing on your laptop and sort of stared into your screen for a minute. It was very un-Zayne like I must say,” you remarked as a half-joke.

Seeing just how observant you were towards him filled him with inexplicable pride.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, tone softening.

He paused for a moment, considering his next words. Closing the window to his document and shutting his laptop, he gave his full attention to you.

“Actually, something has been on my mind.”

With a concerned frown, you crossed your legs together, sitting in a more comfortable position to listen to him. Though, you could have never predicted what your boyfriend would say next.

”I was thinking about moving our relationship to the next stage.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. Stuttered sounds came out of your mouth. When you realised you could form no words, you covered your face with your hands. What could he possibly mean by that!? Suddenly, you felt quite conscious about where you were seated. If Zayne reached out to his left, he could easily wrap his arm around your waist. And, you knew the purple loungewear you had on wasn’t the most alluring clothing you had.

“The next stage?” you repeated in a much higher pitch than you intended.

He nodded, giving no apparent indication that he noticed the fluster you were in. He seemed too calm. Perhaps you were drawing the wrong conclusion too quickly.

“If it’s alright with you, I”—Zayne stopped his sentence short. “Could you… close your eyes for me?”

You blinked at him.

“Ohh,” you sounded with understanding, “is this some kind of surprise? Are you giving me a present?”

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “One might call it that.”

Even though his reply to your question was quite ambiguous, you happily closed your eyes. You heard a small sound to the side, guessing that he had placed something on the table. Of course, it was natural for couples to give gifts that signified the seriousness of the relationship. Maybe he bought some jewellery or a precious keepsake, you innocently pondered.

Zayne took a last look at your awaiting face. Eyes closed, lips glossy from the balm you just applied.

The sofa shifted. The weight of his body dipped the cushion beneath you. His close presence made your senses prickle. The jasmine and mint scent of his cologne now enveloped you.

When is he going to let me open my eyes?

“Zayne.”

You breathed out his name before you felt warmth against your lips.

Your eyes shot open.

Zayne had taken off his glasses (which you now realised was what that previous sound had been) and he was kissing you. Kissing you for the very first time.

Your brain and body were at odds with each other.

Your muscles froze, but you also didn’t want to pull away. Not when he initiated something you had spent so long daydreaming about, but never had the courage to do. Noticing this, Zayne raised his hand to your face. His thumb gently caressed your cheek. A silent signal that communicated a message of reassurance. It’s alright, you can relax, you seemed to hear his smooth voice in your head. Tension melted away. In exchange, your heartrate picked up. Closing your eyes once again, you let the sensation wash over you.

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Time seemed to stand still and move too fast all at once.

Zayne slid his hand down to rest at the base of your neck. Your skin felt hot against his cool fingertips.

Admittedly, he was out of practice, and the worry of doing this wrong flashed in his mind. But, when you eased into his touch, lips parting to invite more of him in, everything fell into place.

Vanilla frosting… I was right, he thought.

You were sweeter than any dessert he had tried in his life. One taste would not be enough after this. You had become a dangerous craving to him now.

Zayne withdrew, staying close to your face. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly as if waking from a stupor. You were greeted with his green and amber gaze, his clear satisfaction illuminated by the morning sun pouring through the curtains behind you. Before you was a version of him you had never seen.

“Y-you’re too bold, Zayne,” you murmured.

The breath you had held during the kiss caught up to you. Your exhales lightly brushed against his skin as he stared at your lips—flushed like the colour of raspberry sorbet. He scanned every part of your expression, desperately needing to memorise your face in this moment. Everything about you was utterly perfect.

“I’m sorry for catching you off guard.”

You shook your head, the bangs of his hair brushing against your forehead. Only Zayne could blindside you with such a storybook kiss, and then apologise for it.

“You occupy my thoughts all the time,” he continued, a rasp in his voice as he whispered. “It’s unfathomable and quite distracting.”

You chuckled, the sound melodious to his ears. “I didn’t know a chief surgeon could be so easily distracted.”

Zayne smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth.

“When the surgeon has someone he likes a lot,” he closed the distance, leaning his forehead against yours, “he often wonders how sweet they would taste.”

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[lady-of-tearshed]

Birthday... cake?

Cassian x Reader

Cassian week 2024

Day 6: Birthday

@cassianappreciationweek

Summary: You tried baking a birthday cake for Cassian's birthday, but you overestimated your poor cooking skills.

Warnings: description of panicking, angsty

Word count: 824 words

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears 💕

You had spent the whole day wandering through the busy street of Velaris with your little list in hand. When you got home in the early afternoon, your basket had been full of different dry ingredients. Flour, sugar, cocoa powder, bicarbonate powder, ground coffee… Everything you needed to make the best chocolate cake ever. 

“The cake that will make any male fall in love with you over and over again!” The vendor had told you while you paid for all of the ingredients. 

Honestly, you could've just bought a cake from the bakery just down your street, but you had wanted the cake to come from you. To impress your mate. 

Stupid Fae pride. 

The reality hit you full force when the time had come for you to pull the cake out of the oven. The cake looked… sloppy. Slimy. It didn't even look like a cake.

You looked nervously toward the clock, realizing Cassian would be home soon. Panic surged through you as you analyzed the extent of damage. Brown cake batter was splattered on the walls, furniture, floors… Towels were scattered in every corner of the room, and what was cooling down inside of the pan in the center of the table looked like anything but a cake. 

Before you could surge into action and start cleaning up the mess, the front door creaked open. Your throat tightened, and you froze in place. Your heart thumped faster with each footstep that echoed through the silent house. 

“Princess? I’m home!” Cassian shouted from the living room, getting closer to where you stood.

“Happy birthday, Cassian!” Was what you would've said to the male leaning against the doorframe, if the words didn't stay stuck in your throat. Tears welled up your eyes and your shaky hands dropped the wooden spoon to the ground. You had failed. Again. 

Your shoulders slumped, and your lips quivered. Warm tears rolled down your cheeks, fraying a path through all of the floor and cocoa powder splattered on your face. 

Cassian frowned. He quickly walked the few steps separating you, kicking aside all of the towels and cooking instruments scattered on the floor. His strong arms wrapped around you, cradling your face against his chest. 

“Princess…” He cooed, kissing the crown of your head before lifting your teary eyes to meet his. “Why are you crying?” 

“I wanted to… to make you a cake,” You sobbed, tears pouring freely from your eyes. “For your birthday…”

Cassian hummed, rubbing his large hand in circles against your back. He let you cry as much as you needed to, gently swaying you from side to side while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, in an attempt to calm you down. 

Once your sobs turned into sniffles, he took the nearest “relatively clean” cloth to wipe your face, teary eyes, and snotty nose. “It's okay… I've got you…” His eyes scanned the kitchen, then he spotted what looked like an uncooked cake. “Can I taste it?” 

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away from him. “If you feel courageous enough… yes.” You mumbled. 

Cassian's warm laugh lightened up your heart and made your lips shift into a small smile. He lifted you up into his arms, and sat on a chair. He did not mind at all that his ass was settled straight into a puddle of frosting. 

He dipped his large finger into the pan, and brought it to his lips quickly before it could spill on the dirty table. He sucked it clean, and his eyebrows frowned in concentration as he swallowed. 

His hazel eyes sparkled, and his brows lifted as he stared into your eyes. “Princes… it tastes amazing!” 

You crossed your arms, not believing him for one second that this was good. You knew Cassian, and how he would eat a whole shovel of shit, without hesitating, if it could make you feel better about your cooking attempts. 

He rolled his eyes then plunged his fingers right into the pan, coating his fingers with the sweet mixture once again, then shoved them into your mouth. 

You jolted slightly, surprised by the sudden intrusion of his fingers on your mouth, but then your eyes widened. “It really is good!” You said when Cassian pulled out his fingers. 

“Best birthday cake ever,” Cassian purred, bringing the cake pan straight to his lips, filling his mouth with the chocolate mixture that he swallowed greedily. 

Your eyes shone with pride and adoration as you stared at your mate's delighted face as he swallowed mouthful, after mouthful, of cake batter. The bond hummed beneath your chest, and you let the pleasant feeling wash over you, settling deeper on Cassian’s thighs. It was like falling in love with him for the first time all over again. 

Cassian knew he'd probably be sick to the bone tomorrow morning from all this sugar. But hey, you only celebrate your 542 years old once in a lifetime, right? 

Acotar Taglist: @lilah-asteria @mybestfriendmademe

Cassian Taglist: @acotar-lover @ladybookstan

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #15 (Dante x reader)

Fluff headcannons

-How to describe Dante in a single word: Loud. Everything he does is loud. When he wakes up, he stretches loudly, moves around loudly, gets dressed and drops a whole bunch of stuff in the process, which is pretty loud, and even eats loudly.

-9/10 times when you come home, you'll find him shirtless in the living room, playing rock music at top volume while the smoke alarm blades in the background. If you dare enter the kitchen, you'll find that one of your appliances has exploded and pieces of it are embedded in the floor.

-Loves to wrestle with you and does not hold back. No, he won't hit you or use weapons against you, but he will be trying to pin you to the ground with all his strength, and should you manage to fight back and succeed, you'll instantly become a target. The minute you walk into a room, he'll pounce on you and a wrestling match ensues.

-Will prank you in various ways such as giving you cupcakes that are actually uncooked broccoli florets covered in frosting, or by mismatching your socks. They're harmless little jokes, but annoying ones.

-Challenges you to a dance-off almost every other week, where he will select a song and start dancing, expecting you to join in. Even if you can't dance as well as he can, he doesn't care. He honestly just wants to dance.

-Sometimes you two put on matching dinosaur suits and go confuse the fuck out of Vergil. You two literally gallop over to him and start roaring in his face. It's the strangest thing he's ever seen and not even his MOTIVATION can stop him from screaming "What the actual fuck is happening!?" And then when Dante pulls off his mask, the MOTIVATION clicks in and the night ends with you hiding behind a rock in a dinosaur costume while the bros go at it--Dante still in his costume.

-Occasionally you go out for pizza. Can't do it too often because Dante turns into a monkey when he's near it and usually destroys the entire eatery, so...

-However, if you happen to know how to make pizza at home, Dante will frigging worship you. Every night he'll be begging, "Pleeeeeease babe? PLEEEEEEEEASE make me some pizza?" And if you say no, he pulls the world's most pathetic puppy dog eyes and you relent.

-There are some occasions when you are forced to become the Mom Friend and police your boyfriend, especially when you go out. He can easily get lost in the crowd--however, there's a way to find him. All you must do is shout "I have pizza" at top volume and he'll come running.

-Unfortunatley, sometimes that isn't enough. Sometimes he can't hear you. It's times like these when you are forced to play your ultimate trump card; your guaranteed Dante GPS. In these rare situations, you must pull out your phone and call Vergil. Using the power of their twin telepathy, the Motivated One will locate his brother and literally drag him back to you by the ear.

[stardust-sunset]

OKAY LITTLE HEADCANON!

On thanksgiving (we are going to pretend that Dally and Johnny aren’t dead btw) every member of the gang would cook (or try to cook) a small thing of food to help Darry out because he makes the turkey. Like, Sodapop makes green potatoes, Pony makes cranberry jelly, Dally would take Johnny to the store and they would buy those frosted sugar cookies and Dally would even buy a Pepsi for everyone, Steve would buy uncooked bread because the one time he tried to cook something.. it was heavily burned.. and lastly Twobit would make stuffing but it ended up tasting absolutely horrid so they ended up tossing it. Though to make up for it he bought beer.. though he, Dally and Steve were the only ones he drank..

OH AND instead of pie they have chocolate cake.

AWWW YES-it also started because Dally straight up stole a whole turkey one year and Darry made him return it. But they all absolutely love working trigger to make the food. I know these boys love love love thanksgiving because it means they can stuff themselves all they want with no qualms. They love it. Also Johnny is the unofficial taste tester because he never eats and the gang hates seeing him be so hungry looking all the time. I know they all take home leftovers too and Darryl i’ll bring a heated plate of food to the lot for Johnny every night and then practically drag his ass to their house cause it’s too cold outside-either that or Teo Bit takes care of him. Darry also makes them do the “one thing I’m thankful for” thing at the table but Dally gets impatient and literally just starts reaching over people to eat and Darry gives up lol

They love being able to eat with no qualms or worry. They’re all just teenage boys in the end. I love thanksgiving headcanons sm 😭😭

[nexternalknowsthingz]

Lil’ headcanon!

On thanksgiving (we are going to pretend that Dally and Johnny aren’t dead btw) every member of the gang would cook (or try to cook) a small thing of food to help Darry out because he makes the turkey. Like, Sodapop makes green potatoes, Pony makes cranberry jelly, Dally would take Johnny to the store and they would buy those frosted sugar cookies and Dally would even buy a Pepsi for everyone, Steve would buy uncooked bread because the one time he tried to cook something.. it was heavily burned.. and lastly Twobit would make stuffing but it ended up tasting absolutely horrid so they ended up tossing it. Though to make up for it he bought beer.. though he, Dally and Steve were the only ones he drank.. They also obviously have chocolate cake instead of pie and Darry and Ponyboy make it together (mostly because Pony likes sneaking bites on the batter, and he knows that Darry will give him the bowl when he’s done) ((the gang always begs Pony to share the batter but him being Pony.. he never does-))

[galaxywrites]

More incorrect quotes with my little genderbent MK series I'm working on. :>

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Jeanie (fem! Johnny), looking through her clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Kuixiang (fem! Kuai Liang): Kiyoko is in the kitchen.

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Hanae (fem! Hanzo): Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Kiyoko (fem! Kenshi), sipping coffee: What crawled up your ass this morning?

Kuixiang, walking in: Hey

Kiyoko: Hm.. nevermind.

Hanae: OHMYGODNO

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Tomoe (fem! Takeda): Well, remember when Jiā Yǐng made a romantic dinner for me?

Frost: Tomoe, she microwaved you a pizza.

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Jiā Yǐng (fem! Kung Jin): I am decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse.

Tomoe: Get out of bed, you're going to the meeting whether you like it or not.

Jiā Yǐng : I REFUSE.

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Carter (male! Cassie): Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Jiā Yǐng: They do.

Tomoe: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Frost: What’s your favorite color?

Carter: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

Frost: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Carter : My favorite color is pink.

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Jaylen (male! Jacqui): Kinda gay to make a wanted poster... Why do you want that man? So you can hold him?

Frost: Yeah. Hold him accountable.

Jaylen: Hold him accountable for stealing your heart?

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Carter: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

Jiā Yǐng: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Tomoe: Did you bring Jiā Yǐng ?

Frost, gesturing to Carter : No, but I brought the next best thing.

Tomoe: Carter ? The next best thing would be Jaylen.

Carter : I would be offended, but Jaylen is freakishly strong.

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Jiā Yǐng : I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Jaylen's phone number just by choosing random numbers.

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Carter : When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Jiā Yǐng : What changed your mind?

Carter : Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

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Cyrax, texting Sektor: Who are you? Someone changed all my contact names.

Sektor: What did they change my name to?

Cyrax: Batman.

Sektor: Don't change it back.

Cyrax: But who the fuck are you?

Sektor: I'm Batman.

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Sektor: What are you drinking?

Cyrax: Vodka.

Sektor: Straight?

Cyrax: No, gay. Why?

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Cyrax: You look mentally ill.

Sektor: I am. Let’s go.

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Kiyoko: Can I have some?

Hanae, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

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Kiyoko: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Hanae: I was in the will?

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Kuixiang: Are you ready to commit?

Hanae: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Kuixiang: Where's the most romantic spot for a first kiss? Wrong answers only.

Hanae: Dueling grounds.

Kuixiang: I said wrong answers only.

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Kiyoko: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Jeanie: This is a lie.

Jeanie: I'm literally dating her. This is a lie.

Jeanie: SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

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Jeanie: I'm not gay, but you look hot today.

Kiyoko: We're literally dating.

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Jiā Yǐng: Do you think if skeletons were real, "Boner" would be a slur for them?"

Kung Lán (f! Kung Lao): ... Jiā Yǐng, I have wonderful news regarding the realness of skeletons.

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Kung Lán: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Jiā Yǐng: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

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Kung Lán: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

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Kung Lán: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked?

Lú Kang: It’s just you.

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Lú Kang: If all your friends jumped off a bridge wou-

Kung Lán: Probably.

Lú Kang: I didn't finish.

Kung Lán: Probably.

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Sektor: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Raiden: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

[sl33py-day]

Isakied Reader but once again with a twist….God please help me.

So isakied reader, gets it with a truck? No! I haven’t thought about how they get into Tevyat but I just went with the most obvious one, Isakied while sleeping! Yay……

But this is where the twist comes in. My idea was ‘What if reader was in the Modern AU of genshin and got isakied into the original game?” If you don’t get what I’m saying. I’m sorry, I feel the same way.

Onto explaining! Y/n is from the universe where Tevyat isn’t a whole world but a college. Where each nation is its own building. Aether and Lumine did get separated at one time but they reunited after seeing each other on a bus….only thing I could think of. Paimon? Yeah she’s their adopted sister who goes to the Tevyat University daycare.

When Y/n goes to sleep one night after college finals they wake up by someone who looks and sounds like Aether, they’re confused to the max. Like did Aether break into my room again? It’s the third time this week!

“Aether, why are you in a crop top? What happened to your hoodie?” The Aether who’s in front of you looks confused. He saw you on the ground like you were dead and was concerned. But now this person knows his name? Also there’s nothing wrong with his outfit!

“I swear if Lumine was the one to put you in that. I don’t want to know what you did. Besides it’s probably because you stole her donuts again.” You’re just rambling on and on not noticing that your outside and the Aether beside you is now scared. You know his name AND his sisters name?! Who the fuck are you?!

“Paimons not so sure if you’re a crazy stalker or you’re insane……Paimon votes both.” Paimon called out as you turned to her with a deadpanned face.

“Xiao, Kazuha, Venti, Albedo, and Aether are the crazy ones and you know that Paimon. You’re the one who told me about Aether’s……..stash.” If you thought they looked scared now they definitely are. You know BOTH of their names AND most of their friends names?!

“Who the fuck are you?” Aether spoke up after a long time of silence. That was when you looked around to see a giant city behind you.

Blink. Blink. Blink

“WHAT THE FU-“

Que you freaking out about where you are and why there’s people who look like your friends. “Paimon think we should take them to the Knights of Favonius.” Aether nodded at the uncooked and unsalted flying steak. Now que you again having a mental breakdown when you see Jean, a student at Teyvat University, Lisa, the helper of the library of the mondstadt building, and Kaeya, one of the people you like to make fun of. Cause he reminds you of Jack Frost and also because you caught him in a maid dress, more then once.

“We brought a crazy person….they know who we are.” Paimon says as she’s floating around. You’re just confused and tired so you fell asleep.

Only to wake up in your dorm room with the Aether you know cuddled up beside you. Since you woke up so did Aether but he was still cuddling you.

“You know what Aether….” You spoke which made him look up at you. “You should wear a crop top. Imma go ask Lumine if she has any.” Throwing the blanket off you as you walk towards the door leaving a confused male behind.

“What?”

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But on another note, Aether is gonna be a clingy, obsessive, separation anxiety type of person if he ever loves someone. Yandere or not he’s gonna be like that he has enough trauma as it is with his sister.

One moment you could disappear because you forgot something and then the next Aethers just clinging onto you.

Just saying Just saying.

[haruniki]

🎂.🍓. Power and Kobeni try to bake a birthday cake for their S/O?

a/n: hihi!! tysm for sending in a rq for my bday event! It means a lot to me!! I hope you enjoy it!

Bake a cake! - Power, Kobeni

POWER:

I hope you like having food poisoning or just poisoning in general

Power tries to make a good cake but gets frustrated because why does it need to cook for so long?

Also tries to eat the uncooked batter

While Power does manage to bake the cake, it's slightly uncooked in the middle and very lopsided, not to mention burnt

One thimg Power does succeed at is decorating!

She adds both yours and her own favorite toppings

While she does do it messily, it still looks decent! And she very proud of it! Though Aki is a little annoyed that he has to clean an entire kitchen.

Power is boasting about how she's made the best cake ever and how amazing of a girlfriend she is.

"Tremble before me, insects! For I have made the best cake to ever exists and i declare myself the best girlfriend to ever exist, wahahahahahaha!"

KOBENI:

Kobeni makes the best cakes! Though it'll take her a few tries because she may or may not keep dropping them

She follows the instructions to a T! going as far as getting eye level and brushing away/pouring out any excess, even if it's just a little.

Stands near the oven slightly pacing waiting for the cake to be finished baking, can't have it over cooking or risk forgetting about it.

When decorating it she takes a very careful approach. Kobeni takes her time decorating the cake, mixing food coloring and frosting to make your favorite colors. Adding small hearts around the cake

Her last addition is writing Happy Birthday in cursive which took her half an hour to perfect.

She wants your special day to go great and she'll do whatever she can to make it so!

"Uhhh, oh no, this isn't the right color. They like a lighter shade, but if i make it lighter than i have to make that color lighter too.."

[cattimeswithjellie]

Buttercup Cookies

So besties, what are our thoughts about the texture of a cookie made of raw chicken? (I'm not even going to speculate on the taste, because I'm sure it is godawful.)

Are we thinking like dried raw chicken jerky cut into buttercup shapes? Or are we thinking more cake pop style, with yellow fondant petals and yellow candy coating surrounding a ball of raw chicken and frosting?

Or perhaps they are like elven kisses and have an actual cookie base, but where the chorus fruit kiss would be, there is instead a glistening chunk of raw chicken meat?

Has Scar gone completely low-effort and merely converted one of his factory's machines to flatten chicken breasts and stamp out flower shapes, so that each "buttercup cookie" is merely a floppy and vaguely flower-shaped meat disc?

(At this point I spent several minutes searching Google for images that might fit the theme here, but after "raw chicken cookies" brought up no results and "chicken tartare" and "chicken sashimi" pictures made me want to throw up in my mouth a little, I have elected not to share any of them with you. You're welcome.)

Honestly, the biggest clue we get to the nature of the buttercup chicken cookie is the fact that Mumbo can't stop eating them, even though they are poisoning him. Even Grian noshes on more than one despite their poisonous payload. It has to be something that tastes worth eating, or at least that is moderately rewarding. I'm going to go with the headcanon that Buttercup Cookies are small, thin discs of dried uncooked chicken jerky, covered with some kind of sweet curry seasoning to give them a cookie sweetness and the bright yellow color. Still pretty gross, but the sort of thing you might pop in your mouth without thinking about it?

I dunno, any cookie chefs out there want to weigh in? Please feel free, I'll just be over here eating, I dunno, a salad or something. Yeesh.

[firestars-five]

Diseases

Cold Cough (previously whitecough) A flu-like illness that tends to affect vulnerable cats during leaf-fall, leaf-bare, and the start of new-leaf. Rarely deadly.

Frost Fever (previously greencough) An illness far deadlier than cold cough; equivalent to pneumonia in humans. Affects cats both young and fit, or old and frail. Tends to follow after cold cough but not often. Deadly; patients should be quarantined at the first sign of illness.

Red Lungs (previously redcough) An ancient disease that affected the Society's ancestors. Thought to come from a barn cat who wasn't showing symptoms when he joined the groups. Cured by the valuable Blazing Star flower.

Ratplace Illness A disease that comes from eating rats from the Carrionplace (or rats in general). Very deadly; 0% survival rate.

River Poison A disease that comes from uncooked fish. No known cure but it is very rare for any Society cat to get it.

[keicordelle]

Fluffvember Day 3 : Nameday Surprise - Estinien

The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread suffused the air of the Borel Manor when I stepped through the door, accompanied by the lyrical sound of Aymeric's voice cursing in a stream that was as impressive as it was surprising, his usual poise extirpated by whatever "infernal thing" he was currently condemning to a life in Nophica's compost bin.

I bit my tongue against the greeting that rose to my lips, curiosity winning out as I padded as quietly as I could towards the kitchen, the source of the commotion and the smell. Peeking my head around the corner, I was glad for my circumspection, because it meant I got to witness the mess Aymeric had made of himself and his kitchen while he was utterly unaware of my presence. Flour coated every surface, as though someone had taken the bag of it and squeezed it until it burst, great plumes dusting the countertops and up the walls like smoke. Dirty dishes were stacked haphazardly wherever there was space, jars of spices and sugar and other ingredients filling what little space was not occupied by the evidence of his trials today. Pastries that had clearly been rejected for not meeting whatever standard by which he judged them were scattered throughout the mess, some blackened and burnt, others seemingly unflawed, at least on the surface.

Even Aymeric himself was not spared from the whirlwind that had destroyed his home, streaks of white scattered through his mussy hair and up his forearms, bared where he'd rolled up his sleeves. A smudge of what might have been chocolate or perhaps molasses darkened the back of one of his ears, and I stifled a laugh, trying to imagine how it could possibly have ended up there. His back was to me, but I had no doubt that his front was covered in even more mess than his rear. At least he was wearing an apron - that frilly one he'd gotten me as a joke, the pink straps smeared with cinnamon and uncooked batter. Hopefully it had protected the lilac dress shirt he wore beneath it, because I feared the poor garment would be ruined if he’d made as much a mess of it as he had of his skin.

The only clean place in the room was a two fulm long section of the kitchen island, which was miraculously clear of both dishes and exploded flour, and instead sported a tray of cinnamon rolls, meticulously placed as though they were some great relic amidst the chaos. That was where the smell was coming from, there was no doubt about that. The strong scent of sweet bread and spice smelled like home, nostalgia welling up as a long-forgotten memory surfaced of my mother in the tiny kitchen of our cottage, pulling a tray of similar treats out from the oven. She'd smiled at me and warned me not to touch them because they were for Papa's nameday, but when I'd pestered her, she'd relented and let me have one early. "Our little secret," she'd whispered with a smile and a wink.

I only realized I'd moved into the room when the quiet cursing cut off and Aymeric whirled around, surprise widening his angular eyes. "Estinien! I thought you wouldn't be home until later."

"I can see that," I said, amusement coloring my tone and drawing up the corners of my mouth. "What sort of madness have I walked into?"

He flushed, eyes dropping to the egg yolk and cocoa powder dashed against the front of the apron before flicking sheepishly back up to me. "I wanted to have them frosted and the mess dealt with before you got home. I know you don't like to celebrate, but... Happy nameday, Estinien."

I blinked at him, at the batter staining his collar and the mayhem of the kitchen with its single spot of sanctuary, and my heart swelled at the love I found in every ilm of the scene. "You did all this for me?"

"Of course," he said, so matter of factly it made my soul ache. "I should have liked to do more, but 'tis your day to spend how you wish, and if you'd rather let your nameday pass unremarked, I shall respect that. Mostly."

"Can I try one?" I asked, already reaching for one of the rolls on the counter.

"They're not frosted yet!" he protested, but he made no move to stop me as I lifted the bun from the tray, gooey sugar and cinnamon seeping from between the folds to drip onto my hand and the countertop below. "I purchased a book of recipes from a farmer out in the Western Highlands; I hoped that maybe I could offer you a taste of your childhood."

A goal he had thoroughly succeeded in, I thought as I bit into the bun. It was sweeter than the treats in my memory, the dough denser, but that didn't make it any less delicious. And the lengths Aymeric had gone through just to offer me this nameday gift... No sugar could ever be sweeter than that. "It's perfect, my heart. Thank you."

[Masterlist] | [Ao3]

[jackhkeynes]

avant sy rau "shamelessly"

avant sy rau /aˈvant si ro/ [ɐˈvan si ˈʀo]

shamelessly, brazenly, flagrantly, with no regard for someone's comfort or propriety;

in full view, openly, in public, exposed, easily visible to someone (especially of something you would expect to be concealed)

Etymology: from early Middle Boral au sy rau [əu si rəu] "brazenly, in a way that provokes ire", literally "in front of the disdain (of someone)". The preposition au "in front of", from Latin apud "by, near, unto", had obsolesced and been supplanted by synonymous avant (from ab ante "from before") by the nineteenth century.

The noun rau "disdain, scorn, (esp. societal) disapproval" is also obsolete outside this idiom, and is furthermore of unclear etymology. If of Latin origin all of reus "guilty", rabidus "furious" and an unattested *rōdus "slander" (from rōdō "I slander") have been suggested; if German then perhaps some cognate of Markish rough "unkind, rude". Attempts to connect the word to Welsh rhew "frost, disdain" are semantically tempting but otherwise unsubstantiable.

Synchronically the idiom is usually misinterpreted as containing the unrelated word rau "uncooked vegetables, salad" (from Kentish raw "raw"), as though avant my rau meant "in front of my salad".

L'er mell'yam sleghant avant my rau! /lɛr mɛˈljam sliˈjant aˈvant mi ro/ [lɛː mɪˈljam zlɪˈjant ɐˈvan mi ˈʀo] 3s-cop.ipf 1s.gen=uncle slander-p.prs in.front.of 1s.gen †disdain He was shamelessly slandering my uncle!

[oknowkiss]

every time i see one of those videos where the man is pantomiming sexy by diddling batter (get your disgusting fingers out of that uncooked slop) or licking frosting off a cake or whatever and i’m clearly supposed to be losing my mind because he’s doing it shirtless it makes me both 700% gayer and also want to die. you know who else licks their food before they give it to you? TODDLERS. 

[azuresins]

I promise this is going somewhere. The Live Action Movie was generally poorly received and we all know this. However, it did in fact foreshadow and pay homage to events in the manga, even before certain events were revealed in-manga. There were character-equivalents within the movie and similar events. The best example I can give I think, was that the movie came out and in it we find out that Shiori was actually not the rightful heir and was crossdressing and posing as her dead brother. This movie came out 2014... YEARS before the in-manga twin reveal. But it still gave us a huge hint that the manga was doing something similar, so I wonder if anything else was paralleled? This movie concludes with Shiori poisoned and having to choose between continuing to pursue revenge and saving her own life or saving the life of the Lizzie-equivalent (and tons of innocent people) by stopping a bomb from going off. They're very torn, and Sebastian coldly tells her in his own words that if she chooses to stop the bomb... that's a breach of contract, and he absolutely will not help her survive, she will die, and she wont get what she wants. She chooses Lizzie and the people. She stops the bomb. ...Sebastian still helps her survive. Both of them are big gigantic frosted flakes. Sebastian's excuse is 'I dont want an uncooked soul!!!!!!' or some bullshit and acts like her comparing him to a fallen angel didn't make him go soft. There's a WIDE open-ending to this movie and it ends with it being anyone's guess what may happen next and if she gets revenge or not. Roll credits. My question is (and please don't think I'm being anti-irish or weird) do you think the manga might also have a similar route in the climax, that a bomb may be involved, but the bomb-in-question could be IRA related? Since. You know... that's kind of what they were infamous for. Bombs, and bomb threats. Do you think Our!Ciel would face some terrible decision like that... and do you think unlike his ancestor he'd actually do something different? What if we get an OPEN ending?

Well... I think anything is possible right now regarding the climax and the ending to this manga, Yana herself said she's not sure how it'll end the last time anyone asked, and no one can say for sure, how it's going to end or what events will make up the climax or anything like that... The movie did have a lot of character-equivalents and manga-parallels within it, as you said, but it was also a stand-alone piece and there was... a lot of odd things happening within it as well. That being said, it would be really, really, really easy for a bomb to be involved, narratively. It wouldn't be the first time weapons, even 'human weapons', and serious mentions of upcoming war were being discussed in the story. Finny. Sieglinde. The bizarre dolls. Much more. If this story is going...where I think, it's going, if the Fenian Brotherhood is in any way shape or form going to be involved in the end for better or for worse when it comes to our!Ciel, even... second-hand, maybe he is only involved because his father was involved... it's not outside the realm of possibilities something happening with similar components might also happen in the manga. However as 'safe' as it is, I don't think an open-ending, would be a good idea. Simply because those are rarely satisfying and the funny thing about this series, is that in a way, Yana has gotten a 'taste' of what other endings look like and has gotten a fan response to them... Some people enjoyed the SI ending where Sebastian wins. Some people enjoyed the SII ending where Ciel wins. The movie wasn't "really" involving our!Ciel (they did every single thing they could to make sure the audience knew AcTuAlLy ThIs IsNt 'our CiEl' tHiS iS sOmEoNe SO sososososos orIginal and NEW) but the point is, I didn't see many people saying "I loved this movie!" or "I thought the ending of this movie was so satisfying!" where they... both didn't get what they wanted but still lived to chase it some more and fight another day. ...It felt lukewarm. Like. Cool, what was the point of all that, actually? It felt like the ending to the movie was written because, specifically, no one knows how it will actually end. I think it would be fun if we got an ending where BOTH Sebastian AND our!Ciel tragically and wickedly got what they wanted but for the worse... both somehow lost, to each of their own doom. No do-overs, no second-chances. Simply because that's the only kind of ending we haven't seen, yet. Revenge, but it's not satisfying. Eating the soul, but it's miserable. I think it would be beautiful if there were a few innocents and people who still benefitted from Sebastian and our!Ciel's meeting, and got to live out the rest of their lives peacefully for having met them... But as far as the two main characters go, I think it would be absurdly funny if they both somehow lost. Also because, I don't know what such an ending would look like. But that doesn't mean that's necessarily what's going to happen. The only one who can decide that is Yana and whatever ending she chooses is one I'll respect.

[dcviated]

@more-than-a-princess sent: Hopefully she had gotten this right. "Okay, so I have gathered the following for today," Sonia began, taking items out of various bags and boxes and placing them in front of Wylan. "American sausages, American sausage bread," she began, picking up a package of uncooked hot dogs and hot dog buns. "Why are there not the same number of sausages as there are breads for them? How odd. Oh, and apparently hamburgers are important today, so I have included those and their breads. Now, there is also ketchup, this bright yellow condiment that is apparently mustard, this bright orange sliced thing that is apparently cheese, crisps, cupcakes with red and blue frosting and toothpicks featuring the American flag, and the light American Bud lager." But that wasn't all. With a small grunt, Sonia heaved the last box onto the table and opened the lid: full of fireworks, most unlikely to be sold even in the most remote American fireworks shops. "So, I am rather puzzled: do Americans blow up this food on the Fourth of July? I believe I have all the components to American independence here but how are they enjoyed?" She just wanted to take part in celebrating some of Wylan's heritage, even if America's customs were rather confusing sometimes. At least this holiday did not require mandatory chocolate: she did not trust the Americans with that anymore, except for their delicious peanut butter chocolate confections. Those, Sonia had to admit, were brilliant.

Out of place, might be the best way to put it. Using one of the open fields around the royal palace for a small (not so) private celebration of American Excellence could be considered blasphemy at that. Wylan is dressed the part of course. Rather than his usual suit and coat that he chose to don when going around in public he's dressed to the 5s. Or the Five-Oh, as it were. Stained white tank top with torn off jeans and a belt buckle that can (and might) be used as a murder weapon. Flipflops and socks. Perfect.

About the only American thing he isn't doing is carrying. This is actually unique compared to his usual, but not out of respect for any laws. Depending on who you asked he didn't exactly have much respect for Novoselic in general, which would be wrong, because he's a puppy for the crown princess. And behind his extravagant public image he was a force for helping out education and children's issues. To say nothing to how he has the uncanny ability to keep Sonia smiling.

All this wrapped up around the small 'barbeque' he set up himself. Charcoal grill, set of cheap aluminum tools, and a wooden picnic table to eat at. Sonia may have brought some beer, but Wylan already had that ready to go if the cooler of ice and Yuengling was anything to go by. That's fine and dandy. Another step of American Excellence would be drinking more than necessary.

"Oh good, you got most everything else we needed then. Such a good helper you are." Wylan chimes happily, possessing none of the mannerisms necessary for his technical 'cosplay' of American Excellent Male #5. "You even brought fancy cups. Look at this! These fireworks! Mwahahaha." An eager rubbing of hands together as he passes by for inspection, making sure to apply a thorough smoocha to Sonia's head before sweeping in and getting things out and set up on the table. A tantalizing display if there ever was one no we're not talking about Sonia.

"Uhhh. I mean. Nobody's stopping us from blowing up the food... you even got some M80s in here, which'd do the trick. But! Plan of action is an old fashioned grill. Have I grilled before? Don't give me that look~" He dismisses her concern should there have been any. "Just because I can't cook doesn't mean I can't grill. I know what a good 'dog looks like, and the same goes for a burger. You got enough here to feed a good few people... and by my guess... yeah, about a dozen security guards are gonna flood in once we set off the fireworks. So yeah. Plenty. A dog and burg for each."

Assured nodding before he starts going about packages, ripping things open and getting everything set out. The charcoals were already white and hot and ready. So was Wylan.

Pulling out a bottle of Yuengling and swiping the bottlecap off with a sword-like swing of the spatula, Wylan holds up a hand in toast.

"Happy America Day, babe. We're gonna make this one nobody forgets." Who knows how much trouble he's about to get in? This is a little louder and more dramatic than his usual antics after all. But so long as Sonia was around... he'd have the usual line of defense. To everyone else's chagrin. After all, good chance that the parents are gonna see this particular show.

[25mn]

Does fondant need to be refrigerated?

On the off chance that you're an enthusiastic cook however are definitely not a specialist in cake enhancements, you probably have a lot of inquiries regarding fondant, like its life expectancy and rack necessities.

Keep perusing to look further into time span of usability and the stockpiling rules for fondant. Additionally, you'll realize the reason why you shouldn't refrigerate your fondant and what to pay special attention to in the event that you're concerned that your fondant is no more.

What Is Fondant? Fondant, likewise alluded to as fondant icing or roll fondant, is utilized to depict the uncooked, firm frosting broadly utilized for cake enrichment and creation.

It is typically collapsed out to frame a level layer to furnish cakes with a uniform layer of variety as opposed to frosting.

Fondant is a short and simple rundown of fixings. It is comprised of glucose, corn syrup, and water.

Fondant could likewise contain vegetable fat, gelatin, and shortening fixings. Glycerin is likewise a well known fixing in economically made fondant.

As may be obvious, there's hardly any occurrence in fondant. Assuming you neglect to store the fondant appropriately, you'll see flavors and surface changes. Perilous capacity conditions can bring about the fondant becoming elastic.

How Would You Store Fondant? Here are a few rules to remember when you are putting away fondant.

Fondant should be put away in water/air proof sacks or compartments to abstain from drying out. The fondant ought to be put away in its unique holder insofar as it's not harmed. Keep fondant in a cool area and away from wellsprings of intensity. Keep the fondant in a dull spot and out of direct daylight. Guarantee no water gets into the holder or pack containing fondant. Dampness is the primary issue for fondant icing.

Does fondant need to be refrigerated? Try not to store fondant in the cooler. The changes in temperature can cause buildup inside the holder or pack containing fondant. This can make the fondant stuck and increment the chance of the fondant becoming rotten.

Fondant shouldn't likewise be frozen. Due to its measure of sugar, the icing can change in surface.

How Long Will Fondant Last? The rack season of fondant is the topic of conversation among dough punchers. One thing is for sure; extremely viable is check the termination date on the bundling when you buy the fondant.

Fondants bought from stores can endure from 6 and as long as two years. Everything relies upon the sort of brand quality, the fixings, and the quality that makes up the food.

Assuming you keep your fondant accurately, enduring no less than one year is logical. Yet, the previous you use it, the more weak it'll turn into.

How much sugar in fondant is the reason it can keep going for such a long time. The locally acquired sort of fondant additionally has fake additives to expand the time span of usability of the thing.

Running against the norm, the rack span for natively constructed fondant isn't excessively extensive. Since it's anything but a wellspring of extra additives, being erring on the side of caution and make hand crafted fondant in something like 2 months is suggested.

How Might You Let Know if Fondant Is Ruined? Financially delivered fondant could be reasonable for utilization half a month after its expiry date. Yet, whether or not the fondant is lapsing or not, generally make certain to look at it prior to utilizing it to guarantee wellbeing.

In the event that you don't, you risk discarding the entire cake.

The initial step is to actually take a look at the principal check. A fondant still looking great is probably going to be delicate and effectively kneadable - not that you will ply it. Assuming the fondant appears to be solid or is disintegrating, it is normal that it was presented to air or just lapsed.

Then, assuming you see any indications of form inside the candy store, don't eat it. Fondant is very thick. In any case, the chances of shape framing in the fondant are very high.

On the off chance that you've cut the elastic pieces, utilize the fondant for training and not really for eating.

Third, check the variety out. Fondant with brilliant varieties is bound to blur. In the event that the shade of the fondant is appropriate for your necessities and there aren't some other signs of deterioration, you can apply it.

At long last, on the off chance that the fondant feels and looks perfect, do a chance to taste it. It is consistently smart to taste the fondant prior to applying it. A cake covered with flavorless fondant can be an unforgiving errand for cooks all over.

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Norah Clark, the organizer and supervisor of YummyTasteFood! She's a carefully prepared food essayist and proofreader with more than 10 years of involvement with the neighborliness business as a previous cake culinary expert, top assistant chef, and barista. While not expounding on food, she investigates new recipes or ventures to the far corners of the planet for culinary motivation.