#baker's flour

[celesse]

Knead a blanket? 🐱🍞💙

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[thatsbelievable]

[fullcravings]

V/GF Plum Upside Down Cake

[terra-tortoise]

my baker emmer!!!!!!

[zoomar]

The Bread of Unhappiness

[roguelov]

As my youngest sister baked cookies last night, I got inspired to come up with this: Imagine cooking and baking various foods for Dream, who is baffled by this because he doesn't need food to survive despite getting hungry. You insist on him trying your food anyway because you put so much effort into making it. So he does.

That sounds so lovely! I love baking (aka I’m good at following recipes 😂) but oh my god this would be absolutely adorable and cute

“You didn’t have to do this,” Dream stated.

His eyes swept over the mess of the kitchen: flour and sugar dusted the counter tops, a sink full of dirty dishes, and dots of icing speckled on the wall from a runaway mixer. He glanced over to you, and you were no better. Flour coated the front of an old shirt and a bit of icing was smudged on your cheek. He sighed, and walked over. He gently grabbed your chin, wiping away the icing.

You, however, just continued to smile at him. “I wanted to, and I had the ingredients so might as well.”

“I don’t need -“

“Sure, you don’t need food, but it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it,” you cut him off.

Dream blinked. His hand returned to his side. He wasn’t sure what to say.

You grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the freshly baked goods. “Come on, one bite won’t hurt you,” you teased.

He looked to the steaming baked goods then back to you. Your eyes sparkled with hope and giddiness. He sighed, smiling softly. “Of course I will have one, especially if you made them for me.”

[viridian-pickle]

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[lenreli]

Day 30 - Bakery

[AO3]

“This is where you work now?” A deep, familiar voice says and Hob resists the urge to jump and swear, feeling Dream’s presence nearby as he focuses that the mixing bowls and utensils are clean and in their place for the day shift of the bakery. Even in space, and the fact that capitalism is no longer a thing, and yet things like bakeries persist to bring people fresh bread and desserts is comforting. Sighing, he turns around to see Dream, standing in place as blue eyes flick around. 

“Yep,” he smiles, which melts into a frown as Dream looks him up and down, the plain black shirt and pants and apron, the steel-toed boots looked at critically. Dream has a particular expression on his face. “What?” 

Dream tilts his head, stepping closer as Hob leans against the stainless steel countertop. “Aren’t you meant to be covered in flour or batter?”

Hob groans, scratching his forehead. “Actually, me being so clean after a full shift of kneading bread and making cakes means I’m at least decent at this job,” he huffs. “My teacher’s when I went to get into this industry drilled it into my head,” he pouts, crossing his arms. Sure, the messy baker with flour on their face and clothes is cute in fiction, but not true to real life, especially in a professional capacity. Home-style, maybe.

Dream frowns and gives him a once-over again, eyes like a brand. “You have flour on your shoes.”

“I always end up with something on my shoes,” Hob sighs and rolls his eyes, stepping forward so he can put his arms around Dream’s waist, “nothing a splash of water won’t fix.” 

“And how much longer do you plan to live on this station?” Dream asks, looking around the bakery critically, a small window showing Mars outside, as well as the Milky Way. 

“Until they make an all-black space station for my partner, of course,” he drawls, grinning as Dream glares at him, lips pinched. “Are you here to take me home?” He asks, looking around the bakery as he makes sure that everything is in place, and he mopped and cleaned the place nicely for the next shift. 

Dream hmphs, hands coming up to frame his face as Dream pulls him into a kiss, eyes melting from a blue to black and stars, a stroke of the Milky Way being shown as Dream pulls away ― and pushes him down onto his bed. Hob hadn’t even noticed, mind only focusing on Dream’s lips and tongue as they kissed. “Surely you will not object to your clothes getting dirty now,” Dream purrs, slithering into his lap. 

“That’s what the laundry is for,” he croaks, his hands going up and under Dream’s shirt, scraping pale skin as they kiss more, deep and indulgent as Dream grabs onto his jaw, black nails digging into his beard. The spark of arousal is there, slow and soft as they kiss ― and then Dream grounds down onto him, making him wheeze into Dream’s mouth as his cock gets rapidly interested in the proceedings. “Dream,” he whines as Dream pushes him flat onto the bed. 

Above him, Dream smirks, one hand taking off Hob’s shirt while the other unbuttons his pants, cupping his dick roughly, and Hob shivers as a finger presses against his balls, stroking them. “It will be a delight,” Dream whispers, voice hooking deep inside his guts, cock twitching as Dream bites at his collarbone. Hob whimpers, clutching at Dream’s hair desperately as Dream nips down his chest, tongue swirling around his nipples, then down― “to mess up such a man, so good at his job.”

Hob shivers, gasping and closing as a pink mouth reaches his cock, eyes full of the Milky Way staring up at him as Dream swallows him. Hob can only pant and moan Dream’s name as Dream sucks him to a maddening orgasm.

[fieriframes]

[Eight years. Someone killed the starter once. And they don't work here anymore. Baker's flour. It's about a 14% protein flour, so it's elastic-y. Organic whole wheat flour, tiny bit of yeast, salt.]

[astrum-aetherium]

I was watching a movie where main character is a baker when an idea came to me.

Baking with Henry pls! I wonder what cake he'd prefer to try (I once made headcanon about TSH characters and type of cake they would be, and I agreed on tiramisu because taste of it reminds me of his personality)

-Shiro

it thrills me greatly to imagine just how much seriousness he would approach the matter with. i mean, we already know how dedicated he is to each commitment, whatever he sets his mind to, no matter how mundane. but to do something he is so unfamiliar with (rich kid things), and for you? he would overthink and overplan all of it. it would almost be comical.

in spite of his inexperience and unfamiliarity with the activity, i think he'd, rather pretentiously, consider making the most complex pastry just for the sake of it right off the bat, like canelés or a multi-textured layered cake. this is where you would need to intervene, however, and bring him back to earth, convince him to start small. cookies are a little too basic, so what about palmiers? madeleines? mini chocolate-filled croissants out of puff pastry? something along those lines — fast, easy, delicious.

no matter how easy it would be, however, henry would still approach the task at hand with the utmost dedication. amusingly, he will have researched irrelevant details like flour density or something beforehand. therefore, it's safe to say that he will have come prepared, but not exactly for homestyle baking — more like for a french baking academy final exam. and yet, you would appreciate it greatly — it's the thought that counts, right? he would be standing there in an apron (picture the sight of that), his shirt sleeves hiked up to his elbows, and his note-infested diary within reach to refresh his memory on any lost details. it would be adorably engaging.

considering his effort and dedication, you would undoubtedly get a satisfying, and, most importantly, edible result. hell, it would be so great that you'd insist on saving some for the greek class to try (richard would like it most). from then on, i suppose the two of you could make baking a part of your routine, as it would translate as unwinding for both of you. additionally, it would merely solidify your bond ;)

when it comes to desserts he would like to try, i'd say anything from ancient rome/greece. he would read about some sort of pastry in an old book and desperately try to find a recipe for it. something convoluted and rare, characteristically. as for the type of dessert he would be, i agree with you on the tiramisu part — he definitely seems like something coffee-flavored. it makes perfect sense. in addition, i also feel something mildly chocolatey for him, like a pain au chocolat or an éclair. in the simplest form, i definitely see him as a chocolate-covered coffee bean, though. or a stick of pocky, lol.

[celesse]

A new dark gray heather version of Kneady Kitten is here! I really love how this one came out 🐱💙

I was also able to add extra small as a size option to all the cat designs, and I'll try to include it on any future runs if I can!

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[herefortheheathens]

Revolutionary Kitchen Witches it’s your time to shine!!

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[lesbienneanarchiste]

I think it should be illegal to use gluten bc maybe if people actually worked with gluten free shit they would make better recipes 😡😒

[sweet-like-hypoglycemia]

Really wish I had a bread oven, but these didn't turn out half bad 🥖

In a bread making mood! I think I'll pick some kalamata olives up tomorrow and make some black tapenade!

[squeeze-lemons-in-my-eyes]

I have inhaled a lot of flour today

[angelkarafilli]

An advertisement for McDougall’s patent self raising flour (c.1885). Credit: Evan.6234

In the Victorian period, the development of new ingredients meant that bakers could make quicker and cheaper puddings. One Victorian invention was self-raising flour, which was first introduced in 1845. By the 1880s, it had become a baking essential for households with an 1885 advert from McDougall’s, claiming that the flour was for ‘everyday use’ and that it could help to ‘avoid indigestion’.

Henry Evanion, born 1832 in Vauxhall, London, was a 19th-century conjuror and entertainer. Evanion’s career began aged just 17 and throughout his life, Evanion performed across the country in small towns, entertained royalty in private performances and had a successful run at the Crystal Palace in London. Evanion was also an avid collector of paper ephemera from an early age and amassed thousands of items during his lifetime. The Evanion Collection represents his widespread interests, with themes including local politics, Victorian entertainment and miscellaneous advertisements for products related to everyday household life.