#Chocolate Fondant Cookies

[anon-germany]

My cookies :3

@stephisokay

[ask-hazels-ocs]

Snow anon here and wow really fondant? That's so neat! So...what is your favorite thing to bake? Also favorite bakery item you like to eat the most?

Personally when I go to a bakery...I always get their vanilla cupcakes with butter cream frosting or one of their amazing cake slices...or a tasty yeast donut with a chocolate glaze! Those are always really good...

Muffins are objectively better than cupcakes though, that’s just a fact I’m sorry. /j

[gamejoypod]

Amaury "Chocolate Guy" Guichon is undoubtedly an extremely skilled sculptor in chocolate but I think my favorite thing about a lot of his videos is the effort he puts into putting actual dessert food under the sculpture work

So many of his desserts & pastries have at least 5 layers of different textures & flavors. Fruit jams, caramel, cake, creams, mousse, cookies, meringue, crumb layers etc

That's what makes his work truly impressive to me, especially as someone who quickly got tired of the "knife that turns everything into cake" thing, where it was all basic chocolate cake buried under 13 layers of fondant

It takes amaury's work from an impressive stunt to "if I ate that, it would probably be the best thing I'd eat in my whole life"

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Food History

B.C.

10,000 - almonds, cherries, bread, flour, soup

8,000 - wheat ⚜ 7,000 - wine, beer, pistachios, pig, goat, sheep, lard

6,500 - cattle domestication, apples ⚜ 6,000 - tortilla, dates, maize

5,000 - honey, ginger, quinoa, avocados, potatoes, milk, yogurt

4,000 - focaccia, watermelons, grapes, pomegranates

3,200 - chicken domestication ⚜ 3,000 - butter, onion, garlic, apricots

2,737 - tea ⚜ 2,500 - olive oil, seaweed, duck ⚜ 2,300 - saffron

2,000 - peaches, liquorice, marshmallow, pasta, ham, sesame seeds

1,500 - chocolate, vanilla ⚜ 1,200 - sugar ⚜ 1,000 - mangoes, oats, pickles

900 - pears, tomatoes ⚜ 700 - cinnamon ⚜ 600 - bananas, poppy seeds

500 - artichokes ⚜ 400 - pastries, appetizers, vinegar

300 - parsley ⚜ 200 - turkeys, asparagus, rhubarb ⚜ 65 - quince

1st—13th Century

1st Century - chestnuts, lobster, crab, shrimp, truffles, blueberries, raspberries, capers, kale, blood (as food), fried chicken, foie gras, French toast, omelettes, rice pudding, flan, cheesecake, pears in syrup

3rd Century - lemons ⚜ 5th - pretzels ⚜ 6th - eggplant

7th Century - spinach, kimchi ⚜ 9th - coffee, nutmeg

10th Century - flower waters, Peking duck, shark's fin soup

11th Century - baklava, corned beef, cider, lychees, seitan

12th Century - breadfruit, artichokes, gooseberries

13th Century - ravioli, lasagne, mozzarella, pancakes, waffles, couscous

14th—19th Century

14th Century - kebabs, moon cakes, guacamole, pie, apple pie, crumpets, gingerbread

15th Century - coconuts, Japanese sushi and sashimi, pineapples, marmalade, risotto, marzipan, doughnuts, hot dogs

16th Century - pecans, cashews (in India), Japanese tempura, vanilla (in Europe), fruit leather, skim milk, sweetbreads, salsa, quiche, teriyaki chicken, English trifle, potato salad

17th Century - treacle, pralines, coffee cake, modern ice cream, maple sugar, rum, French onion soup, cream puffs, bagels, pumpkin pie, lemonade, croissants, lemon meringue pie

18th Century - root beer, tapioca, French fries, ketchup, casseroles, mayonnaise, eggnog, soda water, lollipops, sangria, muffins, crackers, chowder, croquettes, cupcakes, sandwiches, apple butter, souffle, deviled eggs

19th Century - toffee, butterscotch, cocoa, Turkish delight, iodized salt, vanilla extract, modern marshmallows, potato chips, fish and chips, breakfast cereal, Tabasco sauce, Kobe beef, margarine, unsalted butter, Graham crackers, fondant, passionfruit, saltwater taffy, milkshakes, pizza, peanut butter, tea bags, cotton candy, jelly beans, candy corn, elbow macaroni, fondue, wedding cake, canapes, gumbo, ginger ale, carrot cake, bouillabaisse, cobbler, peanut brittle, pesto, baked Alaska, iced tea, fruit salad, fudge, eggs Benedict, Waldorf salad

20th Century

1901 - peanut butter and jelly ⚜ 1904 - banana splits ⚜ 1905 - NY pizza

1906 - brownies, onion rings ⚜ 1907 - aioli

1908 - Steak Diane, buttercream frosting ⚜ 1909 - shrimp cocktail

1910 - Jell-O (America's most famous dessert)

1910s - orange juice ⚜ 1912 - Oreos, maraschino cherries, fortune cookies

1912 - Chicken a la King, Thousand Island dressing

1914 - Fettuccine Alfredo ⚜ 1915 - hush puppies

1917 - marshmallow fluff ⚜ 1921 - Wonder Bread, zucchini

1919 - chocolate truffles ⚜ 1922 - Vegemite, Girl Scout cookies

1923 - popsicles ⚜ 1924 - frozen foods, pineapple upside-down cake, Caesar salad, chocolate-covered potato chips

1927 - Kool-Aid, s'mores, mayonnaise cake ⚜ 1929 - Twizzlers

1930s - Pavlova cakes, Philly cheese steak, Pigs in blankets, margaritas, banana bread, Cajun fried turkey ⚜ 1931 - souffle, refrigerator pie

1933 - chocolate covered pretzels ⚜ 1936 - no-bake cookies

1937 - Reubens, chicken Kiev, SPAM, Krispy Kreme

1938 - chicken and waffles ⚜ 1939 - seedless watermelon

1941 - Rice Krispies treats, Monte Cristo sandwiches ⚜ 1943 - nachos

1946 - chicken burgers, tuna melts, Nutella ⚜ 1947- chiffon cake

1950s - chicken parm, Irish coffee, cappuccino, smoothies, frozen pizza, diet soda, TV Dinners, ranch dressing ⚜ 1951 - bananas foster

1953 - coronation chicken ⚜ 1956 - German chocolate cake, panini

1957 - Quebec Poutine ⚜ 1958 - Instant ramen noodles, crab rangoon, lemon bars ⚜ 1960s - beef Wellington, green eggs and ham, red velvet cake

1963 - black forest cake ⚜ 1964 - Belgian waffles, Pop Tarts, Buffalo wings, ants on a log, pita bread ⚜ 1965 - Gatorade, Slurpees

1966 - chocolate fondue ⚜ 1967 - high fructose corn syrup

1970s - California rolls, pasta primavera, tiramisu ⚜ 1971 - fajitas

1975 - hicken tikka masala ⚜ 1980 - turducken

1980s - Panko, portobello mushrooms, bubble tea, chicken nuggets, Sriracha, Red Bull energy drink, everything bagels

1990s - artisan breads, Jamaican jerk ⚜ 1991 - turkey bacon, chocolate molten lava cake, earthquake cake ⚜ 1993 - broccolini

1995 - Tofurkey ⚜ 1997 - grape tomatoes

21st Century

2002 - flat iron steak, tear-free onions ⚜ 2007 - Kool-Aid pickles, cake pops

2008 - Mexican funnel cake ⚜ 2013 - cronuts, test tube burgers

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[oofouchstovehot]

oh no

oh god it's back

[brittle-doughie]

Hello!! I was thinking how it would look like if Shadow Milk introduced my OC Chocolate Fondant Cookie to the other beasts... What are your ideas? I'd love to see your take on it!!

Chocolate Fondant Cookie is a Cookie born with a supernatural power: the power to turn everything into a musical the moment he sings. (His power works like hypnosis lol.) He's not as strong as the Beasts but his power combines very well with Shadow Milk's!

Other cookies feared him and murdered him before he could attempt anything. In the afterlife, Chocolate Fondant Cookie was refused access to heaven and instead was sent to hell, becoming a demon. Large horns grew on his head and his body became larger in size. (For comparison, Shadow Milk (in my AU) is 5'10 and Chocolate Fondant 7'0, little guy needs to make himself float to reach Fondie's face~)

Chocolate Fondant and Shadow Milk are polar opposites. Fondant doesn't like chaos, is organized, 99% against hurting people and is very cautious of his image. He's reserved, calm, naive and a big pushover and Shadow Milk often teases him for that!

Shadow Milk loves playing around with him and making him feel all sorts of emotions. Chocolate Fondant has a stoic personality that is hard to break but it's always rewarding for the jester to crack a smile out of him!

Shadow Milk quickly fell in love with him, mostly for his unique personality! The two are a very happy couple with a common goal in mind: Return to Earthbread to get business done! >:D

Oh hey, I think I’ve seen this character before on the wiki. Wasn’t expecting him in my inbox, holy-

I like the dynamic between the two, Chocolate Fondant being Shadow Milk’s rock, albeit that rock having a soft spot for Shadow Milk that has the jester get a kick out of getting smiles from Fondant.

How I’d see it would be Shadow Milk introducing his “sweet sweetie” to the other Beasts once they’ve all got their vessels, since ti would be the occasion where the Beasts would unite, Shadow Milk floating up to give his stoic face a cheek kiss.

Mystic Flour observes Fondant closely, he didn’t seem like any other cookie to her. There was something peculiar about this one in her eyes, his stoic expression says little but his eyes says a lot.

Burning Spice felt it too. While he does believe he can take on Chocolate Fondant, seeing Shadow Milk go on and on about him makes Spice think twice. He didn’t need the jester’s clownage if he laid a hand on Fondant.

Eternal Sugar would probably just a hand wave and keep laying in her cloud. Doesn’t matter to her that Shadow Milk found himself his dream cookie, just so long as she gets to sleep through his incessant fawning other Fondant.

Silent Salt was of little words, but Fondant would be able to see their eyes on him, as if Silent Salt was silently judging and evaluating him. What exactly was it about him that has Shadow Milk like this? They aim to find out the more they watch him.

[devoutekuna]

Babyshower

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

"What's the point in a stupid Babyshower?" Stuffing his face with sugar cookies decorated like teddy bears since those were the chocolate ones. He was laid out on the floor with you sat beside his head, trying to figure out how you were going to cut the cake since it was 3 tiers, he personally didn't care how it was cut as long as he got some, having 3 separate layers for each of your favourite flavours, that's how thoughtful he was without showing it, it matched your dreams in a Babyshower cake the pink and blue ombre decorating the layers. "So we can find out the gender!" Picking off a fondant decoration which was sin the way, passing it to him. "No kidding." Annoyed with how you pointed out the obvious. He had kicked all the guests out just so you two could have this special moment to yourself.he wasn't a fan of your friends, always plotting to eat them if you dropped them.

"Hurry up woman" cutting the cake for you with his cursed technique, a slice falling perfectly onto the plate, revealing the icing colour as he passed it to you. It took you a few seconds to realise what he had done but looking down at the colour only made you squeal.

Nanami-

"Here" handing you the knife as he sat down next to you. He baked a vanilla rectangle cake for the gender reveal. "Thank you" nodding in response. Despite baking the cake he was still in the dark about the colour since he got someone else to do it. "Actually, pass me the cups" motioning towards the wine glasses. After passing them he leaned on your shoulder, feeling the frame of his reading glasses dent into your arm. "Ready?" "Yes" digging into the corners of the cake to reveal the pink/blue icing. "Guess we're having a girl/boy" he didn't seem happy to someone else's eyes but since you knew him best, he didn't show much emotions.

Geto-

Alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks all around as he celebrated the gender of his baby soon to be revealed. "When you want to do the cake, tell me." Arm around your shoulder, kissing your miserable face. "I'll kick them all out" he hated the fact that he had to invite some of his followers and your friends and family. But he was on cordial terms with them even if it was one-sided, he couldn't invite any Jujutsu sorcerer friends you had, as they were enemies.

"Sorry about that love" kissing your cheek once again, seeing how much happier you were after they all left. Knife already digging into one side of the cake. "It's fine" cutting him a slice of cake, the baker had made it so the cake only had white icing inside, but cupcakes ontop held the secret. "There's no colour Y/N" confused as to why it was neutral. "Take this then" teasing him coming to an end as you picked off one of the cupcakes. Gracefully biting off one side, only to reveal the icing filled inside coloured.

Gojo-

"If it's a boy we should name him Satoru JR, or if it's a girl we should name her Satoshi!" Slapping the back of his forehead as you heard how he wanted his kids to carry atleast some resemblance to himself, they already get some of his name with the surname 'gojo' become a hyphen to yours. "I'm not naming my kid after you" biting into a cupcake to reveal nothing but white icing, the baker had done it so that you two had to guess which one had the icing in. "Why? I've got a beautiful name" taking another cupcake just to reveal more white icing, you two were getting down to the last 5 cupcakes, him having accidentally eaten some whilst the guests were still here. "Yeah but I'm not naming my kid after you, end of" he was getting on your nerves at this point with his ego. "Fine" sighing in defeat, he loved to get on your nerves but stopped since you got pregnant, afraid of causing an premature birth.

Stuffing a cupcake fully in his mouth, he was supposed to ake a bite then show you. "Satoru!" Scared that he may have messed it all up if he ate the one with colour in, "What?" Mouth stuffed with cake as he asked, resting his arm on your shoulder, as he tried to comfort you. "What if that was the one?" "Then it was, the past is the past baby" kissing your teeth at his response, oh how you hoped that it wasn't the one.

"Look Satoru! It's blue/pink" shaking him as you showed him, white icing decking your bottom lip as you licked it clean off, too excited to care about your appearance.

Toji-

Laid out on the sofa wearing nothing but sweatpants, he couldn't be bothered to put on a shirt. Placing the tiered cake on the coffee table, neutral themes to keep you both on your toes as you knew he'd try and guess what gender it was by the way it was decorated. "What are we doing, normally or that thing you wanted to do?" He was very attentive when it came to you, always noticing small details, especially since you have been watching so many videos of couples using wine glasses to take a bite. "Cups" smiling at him, grabbing your waist as he brought you closer, fingers tracing the side of your baby bump. Handing him a cup, bringing the cake closer. "Go on" he couldn't even hide his excitement, face plastered with smiles as he watched you reveal the gender, pink/blue frosting peaking out from the side of the cup.

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

Thinking about retired SoapGhost opening a bakery. Ghost always liked to bake even though he always had his father's voice commenting on it whenever he would help his mom bake as a kid. Telling him that it's not manly, useless skill, just as useless as his mother the bastard would say. But Simon loved baking with his mom so even when on base he would bake at night in the small communal kitchen they had, when no one would catch him.

Enter John Soap MacTavish walking in on him late at night after a nightmare. Ghost was embarrassed at first but it's safe to say that from that point onward he never baked alone again. With time Johnny started helping him but fuck is he shit at it. So Simon made him stick to decorating and that was an excellent decision. Soap absolutely slayed at decorating the various cakes and cookies Ghost would make. Icing, fondant, chocolate - Johnny makes amazing little peaces of art on the pastries.

Eventually they would share their creations with Price and Gaz and that was a mistake. After that everyone on base wanted a taste.

So when they retired it was natural to open a small bakery where they could spend whole days with each other covered in flour and sugar. Their first big order was from Alejandro himself.

"Nothing big hermano, Rudy will kill me otherwise" he said after ordering a four tier wedding cake with Camellias sculpted in fondant.

Little did they know that they would be making another one only a few months after. Well- little did Simon knew. Soap had that in plans for a little while, fidgeting with the ring in his pocket every time Simon would flash him a smile with his crooked nose covered in flour ever since they baked together for the first time.

A small fluff treat for you guys

[maeevel]

Can we have a snippet of your planned perpollo fic pretty please 😙

Sure! This is just a scene from the later chapters that I have not yet written but thoroughly plotted out.

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"And this," Percy gestured to the second platter, "is my mom's famous focaccia, topped with roasted grapes and rosemary."

Apollo had to admit it looked positively delicious. He had never been particularly interested in the culinary arts, what with his main source of food being ambrosia and nectar. But after getting to know Percy better, it was impossible not to fall in love with food. The Jackson apartment always smelled like baked pie and warm bread and fresh herbs. There was always something sizzling on the stove, and more than once he had seen Percy help her mother prepare the signature Jackson seven-layer dip.

"What's that?" Apollo asked, pointing at a baking sheet where a bunch of blue cookies lay, cooling.

"Sugar cookies," Percy said proudly. She wiped the back of her hand over her cheek, leaving a dusting of flour behind. "Do you want some?"

Apollo tilted his head and stared at her, at her dark hair that was piled on top of her head, unruly curls fluttering against her cheekbones. The gold of her large hoop earrings reflected the light, gleaming. He had rarely seen her look so excited and anticipating, with that lively sparkle in her eyes. Usually, she was scowling at gods left and right.

"Sure," Apollo said, because he didn't want to disappoint her for some reason.

Percy beamed at him. She took a napkin and a cookies and handed both to him.

Apollo inspected the cookie closely, taking note of its sunflower-shape and the beautiful pale yellow icing and shiny white fondant and swirls of chocolate. When he took his first bite, his eyes widened; it was sweet and light and buttery, with a faint undercurrent of something spicy and pleasantly warm and rich.

Percy watched him anxiously, wringing her hands.

"That's amazing," he choked out, marveling. It was up there with ambrosia for sure. "Did you make it?"

"Yeah. It's ... it's green tea, well, a blend actually. I thought about, you know, using other spices ever since I tried out cardamom and it turned out fucking incredible."

Apollo smiled at her nervous rambling, sucking the crumbs off his fingers. The tips of Percy's ears reddened, and she looked away from him, fiddling with the sash of her blue apron.

"You're talented," he said. "You should be a pastry chef if you ask me."

Percy blinked at him from the corner of her eyes. "Uh, thanks?"

[whostolemypuddingcup]

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[crazysandwichlady2p04]

Highschool sweethearts

Price x reader

Fluff!!!!

So imagine being a little house wife to price...

You two grew up in the same area and started dating in high school but there's one problem... prices parents hate your parents therefore hating you.

It the typical mom rivalry where you're mother brought home made cupcakes with fondant bunny ears to the middle school Easter egg hunt while his mom only had time to make chocolate chip cookies (Of course you were raised with manners so you took a cookie and told Mrs Prices mom it's the best you've had) and in the end the rivalry brought you and price together.

After home coming, the night price decided he's going to propose to you in the garden, he told his mother and she told him if he married you she'll kick him out so he packed a bag and drove in his second hand car to your house where your father opened for price (He already asked your father permission to marry you) and then right there he asked him if you two could run away together.

He explained how he signed up for the military and he'd love if you could live on base with him in military housing. Your father shook his hand and with a simple "Take care of my girl" and then you packed a bag and you both ran towards his car and drove a few hours to the military housing base not before you found a small chapel were you filmed and sent your parents the ceremony of your wedding in your White sundress and price in a second hand tuxedo (They were so proud).

Years later your still married and you watched him climbed the ranks to captain and every time when he came back you made him anything he wanted and he treated you like a goddess and all he was good for was worshipping you.

[inoreuct]

okay okay yes chef sanji is wonderful but baker sanji. confectioner sanji. think about it.

sanji kneading dough on a saturday morning with his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow. he has flour on his cheeks and one of those cute canvas aprons the colour of a brown paper bag with a million pockets and he keeps getting pissed off because strands of his bangs are constantly falling into his face. he makes sourdough and cheesecake and strawberry pavlova and tangerine tarts and dried mango nougat and carrot cupcakes that everybody eyed suspiciously before they actually tried them and now they're a friend group favourite.

he makes monthly batches of those agar-agar edible crystals for vivi's entire family and ships them by the crate to alabasta. he bakes robin and franky's blue raspberry black forest wedding cake. all of the straw hats have multiple packets of his dark chocolate dried fruit and nut and oat yoghurt brittle in their bags at any one time because they're the perfect snack and they're delicious. he makes red bean matcha mochi for zoro because the mosshead can't tolerate anything too sweet.

he has jar upon jar of aromatic infusions on the shelf: vanilla, black pepper, florals, all steeped in liquor to make high-quality extracts that he has gotten MULTIPLE offers to start a business out of, but he always declines because hello. he's busy cooking for straw hats and co.. luffy and fam. he has no time he is a busy busy man and would you look at that chopper's upside-down apple crumble is ready.

usopp makes him all sorts of contraptions, a high-speed blender, a state-of-the-art stand mixer, an ice-cream machine; sometimes if he's feeling lazy he'll go equipment shopping with sanji and just modify whatever they buy. sanji has a toffee hook on the wall of the galley and a very formidable collection of cookie cutters and piping tips. he's managed to make fondant that doesn't taste like utter trash and it's legendary. his salted caramel cashew macadamia popcorn has and will continue to make grown men cry.

but sometimes, he just chucks some charcoal in a pot and plops it in the middle of the dining table with a bowl of chocolate on top and brings out the fruit skewers, or the marshmallows and graham crackers. sometimes they eat rice krispy treats out of the packaging as they huddle together on the lawn and stargaze just because they can. sometimes the almond and dried cranberry combo just can't be beat and sometimes plain toast with butter makes you see god. but you'd best believe the next day he's up and at it again; his sourdough starter's looking more and more like a sentient life form by the hour and he has seven different things going on at once with two more bowls cooling off in the fridge and the oven preheating. i love baker confectioner sanji.

[tinycheesecakedetective]

The Night of Bitter Despair: A Fading Letters Story

Pt. 1

The Night of the Witches. An event that happens once every millennia, where witches from all across the world gather to exchange recipes and secrets with each other. Such an event had never been witnessed by any cookie before... And yet, here Pure Vanilla stood. Worn from days of travel and dwindling supplies, he looked up at the entrance to the witch's kitchen. The hard part was finally over. The answers he sought were beyond those doors. All that was left to do was walk inside. Pure Vanilla quickly gathered himself and quickly ran through the door, the heavy iron slamming behind him. The kitchen seemed dim, vague shadows littering the halls. That was, until, light flooded the room, illuminating everything in various hues and patterns.

"Oh my goodness... It's unlike anything I've ever seen before..." His eyes widened at the sight. Sugar work adorned the table as it looped endlessly into the sky, reflecting onto the table like a kaleidoscope. Palaces made with fondant and marzipan littered the table as a set of hands placed down a fountain spewing an endless amount of dark chocolate. A chortle echoed across the room as the witch's hand swept across the area, forcing the healer to hide behind one of the marzipan creations. As he peaked out from his hiding spot, more and more things were added and removed as the witch saw fit. He saw a whisk being snatched away as a tray of scones was meticulously planted to his right. Pieces of candy were spread like breadcrumbs on a forest trail. Piping bags were constantly in motion as the finishing touches were added. Just in time, too. The witch's endless decorating finally stopped as the doors burst out, slamming against her home.

"FILOMENAAA!!!"

A particularly shrill voice rang out, causing Pure Vanilla to cover his ears. Were the witches always this loud? The witch known as Filomena turned her head before giddily embracing her friends. "WINIFRED!!! BASTINDA!!! It's been a thousand long years! Glad to see y'all!" "HAH! A MILLENIA IS NOTHING IF IT MEANS SPENDING TIME WITH YOU. YOU ALWAYS THREW THE BEST PARTIES!" Bastinda huffed before haphazardly dropping her treats at the table, a flagrant grin appearing. "AND THIS TIME I CAME PREPARED! I'VE HAD PLENTY OF TIME TO COME UP WITH NEW RECIPES."

"...humph. ...even with all your effort, your sweets still look stale..." The third witch, Winifred, sulked behind before placing her items on the table, taking the time to wipe off any smudges. "...unlike you, I've been perfecting my handiwork."

Bastinda couldn't help but roll her eyes, mocking the mopey looking witch with a giant yawn. "look at me... I'm Winnie-Fred... and I make the same old desserts over and over-OH PLEASE, YOU COULDN'T PERFECT A SWISS ROLL FROM A TOOTSIE ROLL!"

"HEY. Settle down, will you?" Filomena huffed before pushing the two to their seats. "It's not a competition! Look at these! They look stunning!" The other two begrudgingly looked at each other before muttering a half baked truce. "There, was that so bad-" She was soon interrupted by a loud bell ringing from across the room. "Oh, what good timing! The main course is finished! Please, enjoy the appetizers while I go put the finishing touches!"

Pure Vanilla removed his hands from his ears, bemoaning the awkward state he was in. But he was grateful because now two witches were just sitting there, eating and talking. He could just ask them right then and there! He picked up his staff and moved from his hiding spot before-

"They're REAAADY!!!" Crumbs.

The other witch had returned, wearing a pair of oven mitts and placing down several plates of cookies. Huh. Pure Vanilla assumed she was going to grab... Well, anything else. She mentioned a main course, so why..? "PHEW! I baked a TON of cookies!" Filomena took one before shoving it in Bastinda's face. "Here, try one! You're gonna LOVE IT!" Before he even realized it, his confusion had turned to horror. Bastinda took the cookie and beheaded it in a single sickening crunch.

"W-what...? What... is this...?!" Pure Vanilla's face paled immensely. A trickle of sweat ran down his face as he froze with fear. His weak dough trembled, instinctively clutching his staff as Bastinda's face lit up with excitement. She clapped her hands with childlike glee before grabbing a fistful of cookies and shoving them into her mouth. The drool and crumbs splattered onto the table while she kept reaching out for more. "...save some for the rest of us, you glutton..." Winifred sneered before sneaking away a few of her own. "OH, YOU KNOW I CAN'T HELP IT! THEY'RE JUST SOO... DELICIOUS!!!" It was disgusting. It was cruelty. Pure Vanilla had to resist the urge to vomit as more crumbs fell from their hands. Soon, all three began to take part in this savagery. What was he doing-?! Why was he just standing there as innocent cookies were being mauled right in front of him? He had a soul gem! Pure Vanilla could save them!

Adrenaline began to run through his dough as he ran to one of the abandoned plates, casting a healing spell over those that were spared in the culling. "PLEASE-!! You must get up!! You have to help me save the others!!" But there was no response. As he took a closer look, Pure Vanilla saw those injured... smiling. They were being eaten, and they were smiling, as if they hadn't a care in the world. He didn't have time to take it in, as one of the hands came back to finish the job. He quickly ran to another plate where he tried again, trying to pull one of the cookies away, but to no avail. What was worse, these cookies were smiling as well. "Why..?" His hurt and confusion rose until it couldn't be contained any further. "Why are you SMILING AT ME?!"

SLAM.

Winifred's hand landed with a hideous thud. The plate shattered on contact, shrapnel dashing across the table as the remaining cookies broke against the wall. "...what's thiiiis? I don't remember making this cookie..!" Her head turned to Filomena, who squinted at the sight. "Well obviously, I must've made it earlier. You can have it as a treat!" Pure Vanilla began to hyperventilate. In a few seconds a target had been placed on his back. He need to leave. He didn't care how or when, he just had to. Immediately his body began to move on it's own, sprinting towards the only exit he was aware of.

"Aaah... this one's a runner."

Spoons began slamming down onto the wood. The knives that once sat idle for decoration were now soaring across the room. The constant thumping made him lose his balance constantly, but he couldn't afford to stop now. Fists came crashing down, shattering one of the plates. Run. A fork almost pierced his neck, tearing the tablecloth underneath him. Just keep running. His only instinct was to just keep going, for as long as it took. "You're so close", he kept telling himself. "You can't stop here or you will die!" So when he began flying, he was almost relieved. At least until he understood what had happened.

"...I got it."

It was so quick, and yet it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Winifred's hand had finally caught up to him, striking him from behind and sending his tired body into a freefall. He felt his soul jam on his neck begin to loosen and slip. His staff had snapped from the force as he saw moments of his life flash before him.

"...Why..?" He finally managed to croak out. He hadn't realized his throat was so sore already. "Why would... you do this? Why would you deceive us...?"

All Pure Vanilla was met with was silence. Tears began to fall, and soon he was weeping bitterly. Deep in his dough, the answer he searched for was answered.

Cookies were made to be eaten.

Why would they ever entertain the questions of something so insignificant if they had always planned to eat him? Had his life mattered at all? He was born with a will and a soul, wasn't that enough to be acknowledged? He had friends and family. He had someone he loved so much he would walk to the ends of Earthbread for her. But to the witches... none of it mattered.

None of it mattered...

All they cared about was that they caught him.

"OOH, RIGHT INTO THE ULTIMATE DOUGH! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YOU, YA OLD BAT!" The all too familiar voice of Bastinda cackled as her bulging eyes stared at the cauldron in the back. "Oh, it's been a while since I used that old thing!" Filomena crooned, her gnarled hand tracing the rims of the giant bowl. "...y'know... I always wondered what might happen... if a cookie was baked into it again..." Winifred's eyes lowered, a malicious looking smirk plastered onto her face.

A thought came to them. A truly horrible thought. You could feel their collective gears begin to turn as they all stopped to look at the cauldron. They could, surely they could. What was stopping them? Bastinda's toothy grin curled up before her body trembled in excitement. "ENOUGH STALLING," she giddily gripped the table from sheer excitement, "LET'S DO IT, WINNIE!! LET'S SEE WHAT FORTUNA HAS IN STORE!!"

In unison, the three witches plunged their hands into the dough before lifting up the healer and dropping him onto a spare tray. The oven's heat had begun to spread across the room as Winifred took the honor of shoving him inside, sealing his fate once and for all. The only thing left to do was wait.

This was how Pure Vanilla Cookie was going to die; alone. His determination was greatly rewarded with indifference and malice. Weak to the wills of the creators he once revered, his body would burn to a sad, pathetic lump and be thrown out as the remnants of a failed experiment. His soul began to ache as the fire around him grew in size.

He could almost see what would happen next. Golden Cheese would be wondering where he went. She'd be the first to notice, of course, and she'd be the first to tell everyone. Hollyberry and Dark Cacao would form a search party, desperately looking in his favorite places, places that he would never visit again. He imagined them standing in front of his gravestone after it ended in failure. Hollyberry would bawl her eyes out and Dark Cacao would try and hold back his devastation in a failed attempt to remain steadfast for her. And White Lily... White Lily would never read another letter from him again. She would never know how much he loved her. He would never see her smile again. He would never hear her laugh. He'd never see the way she fiddled with her hair or the way the sun shone down on her eyes or how the world lit up when she was near.

It was a future where everything would stop in it's tracks. It was a future where everything he loved dear would come crumbling.

It was a future he could not accept.

[bygoody]

Chickie Red Cheek Cookies: Too Cute to Eat…Almost!

Meet my new baking buddies—these Chickie Red Cheek Cookies! 🐥🍪 Fluffy, sweet, and a little shy with their rosy cheeks. They might be too adorable to munch on, but once you take a bite... there's no going back! Who else loves snacks that are cute AND delicious? 😍👩‍🍳 #BakingFun #ChickieCheeks #TooCuteToEat

Ingredients:

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 cup unsalted butter, softened

3/4 cup granulated sugar

1 large egg

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon almond extract (optional for a nutty flavor)

1/4 teaspoon salt

Yellow food coloring (for the chickadee body)

Red edible food coloring gel or powdered food coloring (for the cheeks)

Mini chocolate chips or black edible marker (for eyes)

Orange icing or fondant (for the beaks)

[tastierwithsweetiecritters]

World Building

Mud - Melted Chocolate

Mountain - Lava Cake

Freshwater - Milk

Salt Water - Root Beer with Ice Cream Foams

Trees - Candy Cane Bark & cinnamon roll leaves

Plam Trees - Sugar strained trunk with whoppers for coconuts.

Fruit baring trees - Chocolate bark & fondant leaves

Sand - Graham Crackers Crumbs

Snow - Powdered Sugar

Clouds - Cotton Candy

Rocks - Sphere tarts

Sun - Pie

Moon - Donut

Path - Peanut Brittle

Bushes - Muffin Top

Within this world they’re are nine continents, each after a different type of dessert; Cake Continent, Cookie Continent, Biscuit Continent, Gelatin Continent, Pastry Continent, Ice Cream Continent, Pie Continent, Pudding Continent, and Candy Continent. Within these continents are cities, towns, and villages that are named after the smaller categories of treats within the big nine. Also each Continents is shaped after what they’re named. The Cake Continent is shaped like a three layer cake, the Cookie Continent is shaped like a chocolate chip cookie, the Biscuit Continent is shaped like a shortbread, the Gelatin Continent is a mix of island shaped like different jello, the Pastry Continent is shaped like a croissant, the Ice Cream Continent is shaped like a three scoop ice cream cone, the Pie Continent is shaped like a traditional pie, the Pudding Continent is shaped like purin, and the Candy Continent is shaped like a chocolate bar.

Our main setting is in Vanilla Valley, located in the Cake Continent. Vanilla Valley is the birthplace of DogDough and the new living place of the other Critters. The other Critters moved to Vanilla Valley but they have a different birth place.��

- CatCrumb - Ginger Village in the Cookie Continent

- Bobby Biscuit - Coco Town in the Candy Continent

- Bubba-Buttercream- Streusel City in the Biscuit Continent

- CraftyCream - Cream Village in the Ice Cream Continent

- Kickin Cake-Roll - Puff Town in the Pastry Continent

- Hoppy MintScotch - Unknown but grow up in Puff Town

- Sticky Piggy - Blizzard City in the Ice Cream Continent

For the environment of each Continent; on Earthbread they’re aren’t seasons at all, however each continent environment is based off one of the seasons. Spring is the Cake, Candy, and Biscuit Continent, Summer is the Gelatin and Pastry Continent, Fall is the Cookie or Pie Continent, and winter is the Ice Cream or Pudding Continent.

Now why were these picked? Well I’ll explain:

For one the Pudding Continent is meant to be based on those places that don’t get very bad cold weather because it’s pudding, you can have it at any temperature so might as well make the Continent unpredictable. Ice Cream on the other hand? One word; cold as fuck. It’s not as cold near the tip of the cone, which is where Sticky lives, but the very top? Below -30 (which is where Crafty lives). Again the reason for the temperature difference is some ice cream treats will get warmer as they are eaten. The high in Sticky’s home is like 32 degrees and the low is -5.

Now as for the summer Continents they’re about the same in temperature, never getting below 70, but in terms of environment they are very different. The Gelatin Continent is 60% beaches, while the Pastry Continent is mostly rainforests on one side and beaches on the other. Also I already mentioned it but I’ll say it again the Gelatin Continent is made up of different islands. Gelatin is mostly jello-O or anything like that which I see as a summer treat. As for Pastries, most are a summer treat but most pastries are from Europe and they get a lot of tourists in summer. Plus Kickin likes surfing so why not make his home place a beach.

The Cookie and Pie Continent are meant to be the Fall Continents. Why? Pie is popular at Thanksgiving. As for the cookies, think about having coffee and what goes well with coffee? Cookies! Anyway in terms of look, both Continent would be the ones that do the most farming since fall is harvest season. However the Pie Continent grows fruit while the Cookie Continent grows spices and herbs. Also the large fields of spices and herbs on the Cookie Continent are the chocolate chips of the cookie shape that makes up their home.

I have no reason why I chose Cake, Candy, or Biscuit Continent for the Spring Continents, they were just the last ones left.

[punkbakerchristine]

coming up on a year of me baking, so here are some things i’ve picked up on along the way:

read the recipe, especially with baking. if a recipe tells you to do something, it’ll probably tell you. the biggest mistake i see happen with people on the great british baking show (especially the celebrity one) is people overthinking things. a recipe is basically a successful lab experiment that was recorded, so i would listen to them if i were you.

that cooked.wiki/ shortcut is a huge lifesaver. really, i don’t know where i would be without it.

baking is science. cooking is an art. in fact, it wasn’t until around the 18th century when women started entering the kitchen to bake. i.e., this whole trope that baking is a feminine thing flies right over my head.

as mary berry would say, chocolate melts in your pocket. in other words, it literally does not need that much heat in order to be tempered.

if chocolate is shiny, that’s good. if not, turn down the heat and keep going until it is.

good way to save a frosting that’s “split” or curdled in appearance: add some more liquid and keep beating it.

butter is your friend. so is olive oil. hell, any kind of fat is your friend—except margarine. avoid that shit at all costs.

oil is used in spice cakes because butter will turn them into bricks. oil makes it lighter and fluffier.

when you’re adding some more wet ingredients, add a little more flour. this will help balance out the batter. this works the other way, too: add a little more liquid if it’s too dry.

a good method of making chocolate a little more chocolate-y: add a tablespoon of coffee. i did this for the chocolate bailey’s cake on st. paddy’s day and my last two chocolate babkas and the chocolate came out rich and delicious.

cardamom does this with cinnamon and ginger. one of the reasons why i love my recipe for spice cake so much is because cardamom enhances all the spices.

literally the best way to stop yourself from overbeating a batter is pause the mixer as you pour in an egg, dry mixture, whatever. you spare yourself from injury doing this, too.

always flour your surface and rolling pin before you roll out your cookie dough/pie crust/any kind of dough. do the same with powdered sugar for marzipan and fondant, too.

literally watch caramel as its melting down and bubbling because it turns amber in the blink of an eye. another big mistake i see on tv all too often.

the hellofresh kits: their best proteins are their beef, shrimp, and anything ground up. their chicken and their pork can be pretty hit-and-miss, but when they’re good, they’re amazing.

wash your hands after handling any kind of raw meat, eggs, onions, and chili peppers. make sure your knife is sharp and you’re wearing some kind of protection when you’re slicing an onion (something i heard in welding and machine shop a lot whenever i took off my glasses: “nothing worse than a blind engineer.”)

don’t ever let anyone tell you that you have to laugh if things go awry in the kitchen in order to be classified as a good cook or chef. shit’s an emotional experience and you put your heart into the food, probably more than art or writing (and i get emotional over art all the time, and i’ve found i give more of myself in writing than i do art). like… i cried over a quiche.

i actually have mad respect for anyone who does vegan baking. i made a vegan chocolate cake back in january of this year and it was like a crepe 😅

bake what you like. i like spice cakes, anything chocolate, breads, cookies, pies, and tray bakes. i like stuff that’s kind of unusual like babka and anything jewish, canadian, latin, indian, or british. i like aromatic stuff. i like the kinds of goods you get at halloween or christmas, like they’re warm.

if you’re making something like a pot pie or a wellington, something that has an interior that needs to be cooked, cook it beforehand and then put it in the crust and bake it.

you actually don’t always have to blind bake a pie crust, like if it’s a meringue pie or one of those enclosed meat pies you can get in england. it is a good idea if you’re making a tart, a quiche, or any fruit pie, however.

forget pastry: if you can master bread, you can tackle anything.

when you’re baking bread, you don’t necessarily have to bloom the yeast—i guess some authors do this because it wakes up the yeast and preps it for the dough, but moisture + flour will do that trick as is.

keep the salt and yeast on opposite sides of the bowl. salt stunts the yeast and will take longer for the dough to rise.

depending on the type of dough, you can just knead bread with your hands. if anything, this is the best way to do it. go by time, too: my first loaf took me 15 minutes to knead until it felt as smooth as the inside of my arm; really put your arms and shoulders into it, too, make your muscles work (and this was back when i was still over 200 pounds, too).

fewer things in life are more satisfying than kneading bread dough. it’ll make your arms and shoulders nice and strong, too.

good way to tell if your bread is underproved: there’s a big split near the top. if you poke the dough, and it doesn’t bounce back right away, let it proof for longer. if you poke it, and it sort of collapses, it’s overproofed (never been a problem with me because i’m always on top of that, but i see it a lot in my bread making group on facebook).

mnemonic device for remembering the different types of meringues: french meringue starts with “f”, “f” for “foundation”, it’s the most basic meringue with the egg whites, cream of tartar, and sugar. swiss meringue. “sw”. “sweet”. “sweet water.” whip the egg whites over a bain-marie and add the sugar there (swiss meringue inexplicably is a bit sweeter than french). italian meringue is made by pouring a simple syrup into the egg whites so it looks like the boot of italy. at some point, i’ll come up with one for the different types of pastry cream 😅

salt is also your friend, even in sweet goods. especially in sweet goods.

it’s a little difficult to confuse salt with sugar (especially if you’re like me and you keep them in separate cupboards). a mere taste will save you on that, too.

145° is the safe temperature for beef and pork. 165° for chicken. 200° for bread.

iirc: it’s your cheekbone for rare beef. the tip of your nose for medium rare. your chin for medium.

less really is more with baking and cooking. this is another thing that people on baking shows do that drives me nuts (judges often don’t like it, either, believe it or not). you don’t need to add cherry, lemon, ginger, and nuts to that chocolate cake, becky, you can just do the nuts.

i just barely started with sourdough but so far, i’ve learned that with some recipes, when it misses, it REALLY misses. like i made sourdough english muffins a while back: they were good and we ate them at breakfast, but they were weirdly heavy, like hockey pucks.

i actually really don’t like it when there are other people in the kitchen with me. i’ve always been autonomous and did better working alone without any distractions. for this reason, i could never be on a baking show, what with all the cameras in your face and producers running around.

the more you bake, the more you’ll want to turn away from any store bought baked goods.

and finally, i really could not have become a baker at a better time, if i’m honest. i made my first loaf of bread on october 7, when the middle east fell into chaos again and this fated feeling swept over me. food in america is mostly comprised of things that aren’t even food, like high fructose corn syrup—that’s part of why i managed to lose 60 pounds since then, i know what’s going into what i put in my mouth and i can think ahead to what i’m going to eat through the day (and we wonder why american society is having the mother of all health crises, on a physical and mental level: everyone is eating garbage and not getting their vitamins, good fats, good carbs, and proteins, and everyone isn’t treating themselves to something comforting like a donut or a piece of pie). i hope more people realize this, too, like… when shit hits the fan and america descends into chaos itself, turn to those of us with the tools of the trade and like to work with our hands.